by Prenisha Aja
“Hello,” I tried to sound cool yet sexy.
“You ready ma?” his deep tone asked lowly into the phone, and it caused me to do a little shimmy as chills appeared on my arm.
“Yes, I’m ready,” I answered, walking over to my bed to pick up my clutch purse.
“Cool. Be there in two minutes,” he let me know.
“Ok. See you then.” I then hung up the phone and pranced my way to the bathroom to give myself a once over.
“You know you a bad bitch,” I bragged as I turned to the side and popped my ass just a little.
Turning from side to side, I made sure my makeup was good as I applied another coat of red lipstick.
There were now knocks on my door, so I made my way to the front of the house. When I reached the door, I took in a deep breath, then exhaled. Opening the door for Greyson, there he stood looking so damn good, I didn’t know if I wanted to go show him off in public.
“Damn… you sure you don’t want to stay in tonight?” he asked as he licked his lips and came further into my house.
“I was thinking the same thing.” I began to giggle because he had wrapped his arms around me and was now kissing me on my neck, making me wet.
The scent of his expensive cologne smelled so good, to the point that I didn’t want him to let me go. He didn’t have his normal man bun; instead, he had his hair braided down, his lineup was perfect and of course he was wearing the latest.
“That sounds good, don’t it? But since I know I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon, I want to take you out, enjoy the night with you then come back to my or your place and dick you down,” he expressed, baring a serious expression.
His bluntness had me ready to lift this dress up, pull my panties to the side and jump into his arms.
“Uhmm, ok daddy.” I nibbled down on my red stiletto nail and he chuckled.
“Make sure you say daddy just like that when I’m hitting that shit from the back.” He looked at me with low eyes.
“Ok.” I nodded as he grabbed my hand and we headed out of the door and to the parking garage.
Walking hand in hand, we walked around to his car and he opened the door for me, but not before placing a kiss on my cheek. Getting in the car, my ass was blushing, and I tried to hide it before he got in the car.
Greyson got in the car all smoothly and shit, as he started his BMW and music began to blast through the speakers. He turned it down just a little as he backed out of the parking spot and sped off.
During the whole car ride, we flirted, laughed, talked and even rapped along to Houston’s famous songs.
“So Merci, if you had to pick anywhere in the world, what is another city you would move to?” He turned the music down and glanced over at me.
I cocked my head to the side and looked at him as I thought about his question. I’d never really thought about it. I never wanted to leave Houston. I loved my city to the death of me.
“To be honest, I’ve never thought about it but if I had to pick a city, I would say Vegas,” I answered.
“Sin City baby,” he laughed.
“Yup, the city that never sleeps,” I answered.
I had never been there but of course I’d seen things on social media about Vegas, and I just loved the vibe I got from the pictures I would see.
“You ever been there?” he asked me as he whipped up into a nice, elegant restaurant.
“Nah, I’ve never been out of my city,” I expressed, wondering if I should be embarrassed.
“What?” He jerked his head back.
“I know.” I playfully rolled my eyes.
“Man, I’m going to have to get you on a plane.” He winked as he parked, cut his car off and got out.
Of course, he came and opened my door for me. Getting out, I fixed my dress, and as we walked up, he wrapped his arm around me.
Entering the nice establishment, I loved the whole vibe of it. It was an Italian spot called, Potente. It was very classy and elegant.
“Reservation for Greyson Gibson,” he let the front desk hostess know, and she smiled and guided us to our table.
As we headed to the area, holding hands, I felt Greyson’s body tense up, but I just shrugged it off.
“Greyson,” a light skinned chick, who was sitting at a table by herself, called his name, and he froze.
He turned and looked at her and she got up and stood in front of us. She wasn’t an ugly chick; however, she was smaller than me. She had a cute bob cut and the thing that kind of stung, was when I spotted Greyson’s name big as day on her shoulder because she had on a strapless dress.
Not even needing to ask questions, I already knew what it was or what it used to be, but the way she was looking at him, she wasn’t over it.
“What’s good Zella,” he dryly replied.
“Nothing, what are you doing here?” she asked that dumb ass question, like she didn’t see me standing here.
“What it looks like I’m doing here?” He raised my hand up that was locked with his and showed it to her.
“Ohhh,” she nastily stated as her face began to twist into one of those stank looks that I had seen way too many times before when I was dating Nix.
Shaking my head, I let his hand go and walked away. I followed behind the hostess who was trying to guide us to our table in the first place before we got held up by some heffa.
Greyson Gibson
Watching Merci walk away, I knew I should have followed after her, but I didn’t. It was like my damn feet were glued to the floor. Seeing Zella still made my damn heart race. Even though she left a nigga for a lame ass reason, I had to admit there was still a soft spot in my heart for her, and I think she knew that and always used that as her advantage.
“What do you want Zella?” I asked, looking over my shoulder for Merci.
“Nothing, I just missed you.” She reached out and guided her hands down the front of my shirt.
I smacked her hand down, even though her touch alone sent electricity throughout my body. I hated the attachment I had to her.
“Zella stop playing with me. I don’t have time,” I let her know as I began to walk away.
She grabbed me by my arm and stopped me. I was glad that I asked for a table in the far back, away from everybody, or else Merci would have seen us.
“What’s your number? I just want to talk. I miss my best friend,” she expressed, followed by a tuck of her lip and her pouty eyes.
Just like how it used to be, I fell for the shit and rambled off my number to her.
“Alright, I’ll talk to you later,” she said as she blew me a kiss and went and had a seat at her table.
Looking back at her as I walked off, she winked at me. I quickly turned around and headed to where Merci was sitting before I got my ass into some shit fucking with Zella.
“Well shit, about time you decided to join me.” She sipped from her drink as she wore a dissatisfied look on her face.
“My bad. I had to get her up out my face and before you ask, yes, that is my ex. Nothing more, nothing less,” I let her know.
“Yeah, I hear you Grey. I hope you not about to be on that bullshit because if so, we can get up right now so you can take me home,” Merci sassed as she folded her arms across her chest.
“I swear it’s not like that. Now can you please get up off me so we can enjoy this bomb ass date and I can admire my sexy ass girl,” I buttered her up with hopes that she was about to let it go and we could just have a good night.
The last thing I wanted to do was argue with her about a female. I had done that shit so much with Zella that I longer had it in me to do so. She used to always try to say I was cheating on her and that I was doing foul shit while I was out and going on trips with Sawyer; however, I wasn’t. I had always been the type of nigga to deal with just one bitch. I never played those type of games.
“Well I hope you let that lil’ bitch know you got a girl, or did you?” She peeked up from the menu that she had open.
Fuck, I didn
’t want to do this. I didn’t tell Zella that Merci was my girl because I figured that she would have gotten the picture since we were holding hands and shit, but I knew I couldn’t tell Merci that shit.
“You know I did, now can we enjoy this night?” I looked at her.
Merci flashed me a smiled and I began to think that was a sign that she was done talking about Zella.
“You better had, or it would have been some shit.” She rolled her eyes.
Rubbing my hand down my face, I chuckled.
“Nah, but let’s enjoy our night. I didn’t wear this bad ass dress for my NIGGA, just to have some ex ass bitch ruin it. Now come here and give me a kiss.” She glided her tongue across her bottom lip, making me smile and get my ass up and kiss her.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to get you out this damn dress.” I reached my hand up under her dress and began to rub her pussy.
Merci and I ended up enjoying the fuck out of dinner and we were now drunk as fuck.
“Grey pull over. I need some dick right now,” Merci moaned out as she laid her head back against the headrest.
“Nah, we almost there,” I told her as I dipped my fingers into her pussy, and it was so wet.
“Greyyyy….” she called out my name as I played with her pussy as I steered the wheel, trying my hardest to decide on what I wanted to focus on more; her sloppy wet pussy or the road.
“Fuck, let me speed this bitch up,” I said out loud but more so to myself because Merci was in the passenger seat breathing hard and moaning as I continued to toy with her pussy.
Finally pulling into the garage, I removed my hand from in between Merci’s legs, hopped out the car and ran over to her side of the car.
Opening up the car door, I helped her out and she grabbed my face and started kissing me.
Not even being able to close the car door, we were now leaned up against my car as she cupped my face and kissed me. Sticking her tongue into my mouth and slowly twirling it around my tongue. She then eased her tongue slowly out of my mouth as she bit down on my lip.
Merci sexually guided her hand down my chest and went straight for my dick. I know she felt how hard that motherfucker was when she tried to grab it.
“I just want to suck it really quick,” she slurred as she sat back down in the car and began to undo my pants.
Her ass was fucked up and way nastier than she normally would be. But I wasn’t trippin’; I liked that shit. She looked sexy as fuck right now.
“Fuck,” I had to moan out when she stuck my dick into her mouth, making sure that the first thing she did was let it hit the back of throat.
“Merci, shit girl,” I hissed as I leaned my head back.
Merci was going to work. The shit was way wetter than it would normally be. I mean, she had spit dripping out the corners of her mouth. She was gagging and humming all on my shit as she gently rubbed my balls. Her ass was putting in work tonight and if I didn’t pull my dick out her mouth, I would be busting all down her throat and her ass wouldn’t be getting no dick because my ass would be passing the fuck out.
Jerking back, I grabbed my dick and turned the other way. I stuffed it back into my boxers and pulled my jeans up.
“What you doin’? I wasn’t done yet,” she whined.
Once I had my pants up, I turned back towards her and lifted her up. “It’s my turn to please you.” I sucked on her bottom lip which caused her eyes to close.
I picked Merci up and threw her drunk ass over my shoulder causing her dress to fly up and expose her bare ass.
Spanking her on the ass, she jumped and tried to cover her ass with her hands, but I continued to spank her all the way up to the door. When I made it to the side door, I grabbed my keys out of my pocket and unlocked it.
When we got inside, it was pitch black and I didn’t even bother to cut the lights on. I headed straight up the curved stairs and pushed the door open to my bedroom.
Throwing Merci down on the bed, she bounced up a little then began to laugh.
“I’m so fucked up.” She nodded her head to the front then back to the back and I had to laugh at her ass.
“Well get ready to get that pussy worked out,” I let her know as I began to take off my clothes.
“Gre—” Merci was covering her mouth as she ran to the bathroom and next thing I knew, all I could hear was her throwing up.
“What the fuck.” I ran my hands over my head as I looked up at the ceiling.
There was no way we were fucking. She was too fucked up and she needed to sleep this shit off.
Huffing, I pulled my pants back up and went into the bathroom where I found her with her head damn near in the toilet.
I opened the bathroom closet and pulled a face cloth out and went to the sink and wet it with hot water. I squeezed it out and leaned down next to Merci to help her out. I wiped her face and lifted her up. I walked out of the bathroom, stripped her out of her clothes and put her underneath the covers.
Once I had her snuggled in bed, I went into the bathroom and cut the shower on. A hot shower was well needed after having Merci pass out on me.
Merci’s ass had fucked up how my night was supposed to go with her drunk ass. I chuckled as I cut the shower off and got out. I dried off, then wrapped the towel around my waist.
When I walked back into my bedroom, Merci was snoring as slobber seeped onto my pillow. Laughing hard as fuck, I grabbed my phone out the pocket of the pants I had on and snapped a picture of her ass. When she woke up in the morning, I was going to show her.
Once I snapped the picture, I placed my phone down on the nightstand and dropped my towel before getting into the bed. Pulling Merci’s drunk ass close to me, I got comfortable and tried to sleep as good as her.
It was now seven in the morning and I had just woken up. Merci was still laid up under me and I knew her ass wasn’t going to be waking up no time soon.
Easing my arm from underneath her body, I got out of the bed and grabbed my phone. I had to pack my shit up. Sawyer had a show in Dallas, and we were going to head out around twelve. It was only like a three-hour drive, so were going to pile up in his car and head out. He had wanted to spend some time with Brynlee or whatever and get her situated since she was back.
Walking over to my closet, my phone went off and it was Sawyer letting me know the move, the times and what clubs we were going to go to.
I shot him a text back and began to look through my closet for something to wear while I was down there. I really could just buy some shit, but I knew that after I was done with Merci, I wouldn’t have time.
While throwing some shit in a suitcase, my phone went off again. I figured that it was my nigga Sawyer letting me know something else, but it wasn’t. The number wasn’t saved into my phone, but I could never forget it. Zella’s number was something I knew by heart and even though I had erased everything out my phone that had to do with her, I couldn’t erase the shit from my memory.
I looked over my shoulder to see if Merci was still sleep. Her ass was still knocked out cold. I walked farther into my closet and opened up Zella’s text message, and as I read over it, it kind of angered me.
Her ass waited until now to start telling me she wanted me back. How much she missed me and how she didn’t like seeing me with someone else. She also stated how she knew she made a mistake by letting me go and wanted to know if she could see me today.
Biting down on my lip, I kept reading over her message because so easily she was able to get in my head. I hated how her lil’ ass had me wrapped around her finger. She and I had history, and no it wasn’t bad memories. For the most part we got along good, until I started having to hang with Sawyer more. She didn’t like that shit.
“Why are you in here?” Merci asked, causing me to jump a little and drop my damn phone.
I was behaving like a damn rookie right now. Well in my defense, I never did this type of shit, for this reason right here. Dealing with two bitches at one time was a headache, and I didn’t want to be like
Luca’s ass. He had a different bitch every month swearing that he got them pregnant. That shit was stressful, and I never wanted to be that person. I wanted to love a woman the right way but here I was hiding in my closet, reading over my ex bitch’s text message.
“Packing, you know I have to go to link up with Saw so we can head out,” I let her know.
“So who are you in here texting?” She side-eyed me as she ran her hands over her wild hair.
“Sawyer. He's letting me know the moves and shit. Who else would I be texting?” I questioned her, to see exactly where her head was.
“Greyson, don’t ask that when you already know the answer.” She rolled her eyes then placed her hand on her forehead.
“Oh my god, my fucking head is throbbing. I got to lay back down. Wake me when it’s time to go.” She turned and walked away, still but ass naked.
Looking down at my phone, I deleted the message from Zella, deciding not to even entertain her ass. I walked out of the closet and got back in the bed with Merci. I still needed to bust this nut, since last night she was way too drunk.
“What did Sawyer want?” She turned to me after we had just had some bomb ass sex and was rubbing the side of my face.
“I told you. He was letting me know the moves and what time we were heading out… Matter fact, I need to be getting up.” I looked over at the clock on the nightstand.
“He’ll be calling me soon. I know he should be done handling shit for Brynlee,” I continued as I sat on the edge of the bed and scanned through my phone, seeing that Zella had text me again.
I quickly locked my phone back when I felt Merci moving behind me. “Brynlee is back?” she asked, sounding surprised.
“Yeah, she been back for like a week,” I explained.
“What…Why are you just now telling me this?”
“That’s not my place to do so, ma... That’s her and his business. Ain’t y’all friends tho’?” I turned and looked at her.
She was sitting up behind me with the sheet pulled up to her chest. She looked spaced out and deep in her thoughts.