by A'zayler
Killian’s mood dropped a little more after that. He’d thoroughly enjoyed himself with her and had assumed she’d felt the same, but the cold shoulder, platonic breakup lines she was feeding him right then was evidence that she hadn’t. Or, at least not as much as he had. He should have known better. She was too pretty to give a fuck about him.
“Who said I was? We fucked, but that ain’t shit.” Killian shrugged dismissively. At the same time, she turned around and finally gave him her attention.
Back into his shell, he went.
“It sounds so dirty when you say it.”
“Dirty or not, it is what it is.” Killian’s nonchalant stare was unmoving. He was used to being the secret. “You better get in there and change them sheets, though.”
“I will in a minute.”
East’s voice was a little lower that time. She was still looking away until Killian moved to walk away. East’s hand on his arm stopped him. When he looked at her, they held eye contact for a minute before her eyes traveled to his lips. Without his permission, she stepped forward and sucked the bottom one into her mouth. She held it before pulling away and pecking it softly.
“I liked it when you were nice to me.”
Killian was a bit confused by her actions. She’d been cold at first, then she wanted to kiss and carry on. One thing he couldn’t tolerate was mixed signals. He was a grown man. East needed to tell him what was really up, or she would have to take her ass on. Being the side nigga, her little secret, boyfriend number two, or any of that other undercover shit that women tried to pull on him was cool, but she was going to have to make that point clear.
“It was because I was drunk.” Killian watched her facial expression change, but she fixed it quickly before spinning back around to face the sink.
Killian stood behind her, somewhat regretting his hostility, but that didn’t last long. He had to worry about his own feelings. East was a big girl, a feisty one at that. Surely, she could handle a few mean comments. If she couldn’t, she’d probably want to stay away from him anyway.
After looking at the back of her head for another few seconds, he took a seat at the kitchen table. Moments later, Jaylen and a very groggy Onyx walked into the kitchen. Onyx sat across from him and dapped him up across the table.
“I just knew I was about to wake up and find y’all ass still over there sleep on that sofa. Y’all was knocked the fuck out last night.”
East turned back toward the sink while Killian chuckled nonchalantly. “You know how I get when I drink. Be damn near a zombie.”
“You and East both apparently. She was knocked out in your lap like a toddler.” Onyx laughed like he’d told the funniest joke in the world. “I started to wake y’all up, but I ain’t want to interfere with y’all li’l nap.”
“Fuck you.” East snickered.
Onyx held his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying.”
“Y’all were cute, though,” Jaylen added.
“Here she go.” Killian shook his head.
Jaylen walked over to Killian and leaned on his shoulder. “She is cute though, Kill, and single.”
Killian’s eyes went to East. She was looking at him with a weird expression on her face. He couldn’t tell if she wanted to smile or cry. He most definitely couldn’t fuck with her. She couldn’t even make up her own mind.
“I might have too much pressure for her. She wouldn’t know what to do with a nigga like me, Jay.”
East’s eyes went to him. He could tell they were dancing with wonder, maybe even memories from their night, but she said nothing. After a quick shrug of her shoulders, she was back to mixing the juice. Breakfast ended up going by a lot faster than Killian anticipated, and he was out of the house and headed to his car in no time. He was in desperate need of a shower and some fresh clothes.
He had his hand on the handle of his door, preparing to pull it open when the front door to Onyx’s house opened. East was standing there. Her eyes roamed around momentarily before stopping on him. Her face was emotionless as she descended the stairs and made her way to him.
Killian turned so that he was facing her. She stopped directly in front of him and crossed her arms over her chest. The constant tapping of her foot and the eye contact avoidance gave way to the uneasiness surrounding them.
Her entire vibe was different. It was nothing like it had been the night before. She had been overly confident and filled with smiles, but right then she looked like she wanted to step on his foot, then ask for a hug afterward. Killian wasn’t exactly sure why she looked so bothered by him when he’d done nothing to her. She’d set the tone for their new relationship, so how ever she felt was on her.
“You good?”
She looked at him and nodded. “Yeah.”
“What you out here for?”
“I need to make sure we’re on the same page.” She looked at him for a minute before looking away again.
“What page is that?” Killian leaned against his car with his hands in his pockets.
East watched him without saying anything, and he watched her back. When she grew tired of their staring game, she sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him.
“You can stop all that shit. You came out here messing with me. I was headed home, so either say what’s on your mind or care your behind back in the house.”
East squinted at him. “Nigga, don’t talk to me like that.”
“Don’t talk to you like what?”
“Like I’m getting on your nerves or something.”
“You are, though.”
East contemplated what she wanted to say next but smirked and said it anyway. “You weren’t saying all this last night when you had your face all in my goods.”
Killian smirked at the satisfied look on her face. It was cute how she really thought she’d just said something. Little did she know, Killian wasn’t easily intimidated or quieted for that matter. Being ugly had one perk, it made you stronger.
“I sure wasn’t because I was too busy eating pussy, but that don’t mean nothing. We grown, we had sex, that’s nigga shit.” Killian stood from his spot on the car. “Now either say what you came out here to say or get your ass out of my face.”
After East rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth a few more times, she got with the program. “Look, I had fun, and I might want to keep seeing you.”
“Seeing me? What that mean? You want to chill and know me, or you want me to keep fucking you?”
“Eww, you’re getting on my nerves being such a butthole.”
“So. What you want?”
“Both, but with no strings attached. Just something to do… ya know?” East fiddled with the hair hanging from her ponytail.
“Yeah, I know. I got you.”
“Really?” East sounded surprised.
“Yeah.”
She was smiling when she tried to touch his hand. Killian pulled it away. “Why you being like that?”
“Because we ain’t on no chill shit right now. I’m headed home, and you’re about to take your ass back in the house. I’ll get at you.”
With that, Killian turned and hopped into his car. He didn’t bother to look her way before speeding off. East was clearly just like the rest of the women who wanted to use him. The only difference with her was she wanted his dick, and they wanted his money. Other than that, she was just the same as the rest of the hoes.
Killian’s attitude was a little on edge as he drove home. His apartment wasn’t too far from where Onyx stayed, so a little over ten minutes later, he pulled into his parking spot. He spotted Reagan’s car as soon as he came to a stop. He frowned trying to figure out why she was there, but he was already too annoyed to even give it too much of his attention.
The moment he was out of the car, so was she. She was in her pajamas with her purse and a backpack in her hand.
“What’s good?” Killian’s voice stopped her in her tracks.
“What you mean? I came to stay with you for the weekend.”
; “Since when you do that? Your nigga must have something to do.”
Reagan’s attitude was only a notch beneath East’s had been because her eyes got to rolling just as quick and hard as East’s had.
“Your mouth can ruin a wet dream.”
“I’m sure it could if it was one you were having about your man.” Killian hit the locks on his car and walked toward his front door.
He didn’t look back nor give Reagan any inkling that she was welcomed, or that he wanted her to come, but clearly, she didn’t need that. She was right on his heels and followed him into his home. He’d been living in the same spot for the past year, and he’d been dealing with her for most of it, so she was pretty comfortable with his living space.
She closed and locked the door behind them while he walked down the hallway to his bathroom. He turned the shower on and began to strip out of his clothes. It had been a long night, and he needed to get himself together. Killian was a clean nigga and adorning the same clothing from the day before was irritating him. He was in his underwear when the door to his bathroom pushed open and hit his back.
“Damn, watch out,” he fussed as Reagan squeezed in behind him. “What you doing in here anyway?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I know you’re not still mad about yesterday.”
“I ain’t.”
“That attitude is saying otherwise.” Reagan pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor.
Killian’s eyes watched her breasts bounce before looking away and walking into his shower. Reagan was cool and pretty good at sex, but he’d had his fix with East, so he was good on sex right then. Especially since she’d probably just left from letting her nigga beat her back in.
With his soap in his hand, Killian snatched his washcloth and began to bathe himself. He scrubbed the top part of his body before grabbing his dick and washing that as well. The weight of it in his hand had his mind going back to East and how he’d sexed her raw. That was such a sac move, and he couldn’t figure out why in the hell he’d done it.
He didn’t know that girl from an AIDS patient in the hospital, and he’d let her bust all over him with no protection. Killian sighed as he pressed his forehead against the wet wall of his shower.
His eyes were closed as visions of her looking back at him popped into his mind. Her slanted eyes barely open while her long hair entangled between his fingers. Her small, round ass pushing back against him as he dug deep with nothing prohibiting her from infecting him with anything that could end his life prematurely.
“Damn, man.” Killian slapped his hand against the wall. “Why would I do that?” he whispered to himself.
“Why you do what?” Reagan’s question echoed his as she stepped into the shower behind him.
“None of your business.”
Killian didn’t even bother to look her way. He was too focused on how senseless laying up with East with no condom had been, and not just senseless, but easy too. When he’d rolled that condom off, it hadn’t been nothing hard about it. He’d actually wanted to do it, and that part alone had his mind boggled.
He’d been laying up with random women for years, but never like that. He always strapped up. East’s innocent aura just made it easy for him. There had been absolutely no reservations in his mind when she’d told him not to use it. In the back of his mind, he hadn’t wanted to anyway.
“What’s wrong with you? You look stressed.” Reagan’s hands snaked around his waist and up his chest massaging his nipples. “You want me to make you feel better?”
“Nah, I’m good.” Killian pushed her hands off him before going back to washing his body.
He showered for another ten minutes, Reagan getting on his nerves the entire time. The moment he got out, he headed for his room with Reagan hot on his heels. Once he was comfortable in a pair of ball shorts, Killian pulled his covers back and got into his bed. He was still drowsy from the night before and wanted nothing more than a few hours of sleep. His eyes were closed as he tried to relax while listening to Reagan put up a useless fight behind him.
“Reagan,” he warned. “Go head on with all that noise.”
“You’re being real stupid right now, Killian, and I don’t know why. I haven’t done anything to you.”
Fed up with her foolishness, Killian sat back up in his bed and gave her his attention. “You mean you haven’t done anything other than dipping on me to run home to your nigga?”
Reagan’s face dropped. “Why is this a problem today? It’s been like this since we met.” The last part of her statement was lower than the rest.
“You right, it has, and I ain’t really feeling it no more.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she yelled.
“Exactly what it sounds like.” Killian jumped up out of his bed. “As long as we’ve been kicking it, you should have established some sort of respect for me by now.” Killian walked around the bed looking for his flip-flops. “You sitting in the mall crying and shit like I ain’t got feelings. Fuck you.”
Killian didn’t know which woman had him the most pissed off at the moment, East or Reagan’s dumb ass. All he knew was that he was angry and sick and tired of bitches who didn’t know how to give a nigga common curtsey.
“It wasn’t even like that, Killian. Besides, you’ve seen me cry plenty of times before, and you didn’t trip like this.”
Versus arguing back and forth with her, Killian simply walked to his closet and began to get dressed. He couldn’t sit there and listen to her rant and rave about their so-called relationship. It was pointless. He’d let her get away with so much mess, she would never see where he was coming from without a fight.
Now clad in an all-black Nike sweatsuit with a pair of black, yellow, and orange Vapormax on his feet, Killian slid his black fitted cap on his head and pulled it as low as he could. Next, he went to the bathroom to retrieve his jewelry he’d left in there before his shower.
After brushing his teeth, he sprayed on some cologne and headed for the front of his apartment. He could hear Reagan behind him.
“Where you going?”
“Out.”
“Where?”
Killian spun slowly on his heels. “To mind my fucking business.” His face frowned at her nudity. “And go put on some fucking clothes. You know my nigga lives here.”
Reagan sucked her teeth and crossed her arms over her exposed breasts. She was in nothing but her panties and had been since getting out of the shower. Probably her attempt at easing the tension between them, but little did she know, sex was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. She looked downright tacky, and disrespectful to be for real. Gabrion could walk through the door at any minute and get an eye full.
“Killian,” she whined, fully disregarding his command for her clothing.
“What, girl? Damn!” he yelled at her. “Just get your shit, Rea, and go. You’re getting on my nerves.”
“I ain’t going nowhere. You’re the one with the attitude. You leave. When you come back, I’ll be here waiting for you. Hopefully, you’ll have a better attitude by then.”
This girl has really lost her mind. Killian shook his head. He had really allowed her to get away with way too much. She was talking to him like she paid the bills at his house.
“Get your stuff.”
Reagan rolled her eyes and neck as she stood her ground. “No.”
“Put some damn clothes on before I toss you out naked.” Killian grabbed his keys and phone from his TV and walked to the front door.
When he didn’t see Reagan making any moves to get out of his spot, he walked to her and grabbed her arm. He used a slight amount of force to pull her toward the door.
“Stop, Killian,” she protested while fighting her way toward the door.
“I will throw your ass out just the way you are if you don’t get your stuff and dip.” He wouldn’t really do that to her, but she didn’t need to know that.
With more attitude than could proba
bly be measured, Reagan snatched away from him and stomped down the hallway. Killian waited until she was back, dressed, and weighted down with her bag of belongings before opening the door to his home.
“You ain’t got to worry about me no more with your stupid ass.”
Killian strolled coolly behind her to his car. “I wasn’t worried about you from the beginning.”
“Nigga please, yes you were. You love me. Been following me around, cashing out for months. Don’t get in your feelings and start lying now.”
“I ain’t in my feelings, and that money I spent wasn’t shit. Best believe it ain’t have nothing to do with loving your ass.”
“Fuck you, Killian.”
“You have, plenty of times,” he taunted as he opened the door to his car.
“You’re such an asshole.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Carry your behind home.”
“Nigga, I’m going.”
Killian shrugged. “Hurry the fuck up then. Hell you standing out here talking to me for?”
Killian could tell he was getting under her skin, but he didn’t care. She’d gotten under his the day before and hadn’t thought twice about it. She’d taken her crybaby ass right on out of the mall and hadn’t bothered to check on him since. He might have had a few feelings for her, but he could easily look over them for a few days.
“You know what, if your attitude wasn’t so fucked up, you could probably keep a woman. But don’t nobody want to be tied down to your fucked-up ass.”
Killian smirked. “Girl, get your butt in that car and stop talking to me. I don’t give a fuck about nothing you’re saying.”
“You should, with your retarded looking ass.” Reagan smacked her lips as she snatched the door to her car open and threw her stuff in there. “Ain’t good for shit but dick and money.”
Killian stretched his neck in an effort to keep calm before he ended up cussing Reagan out. He’d known it would only be a matter of time before she allowed her truest feelings to come out. Her opinion on his looks had probably been on the tip of her tongue since meeting him but hadn’t slipped until she was mad.
“Gone be the side nigga the rest of your ugly ass life. Weak dick fucker.”