by J Peach
“Man, just chill with that, let him apologize at least. He gave you your key, so cool it with all that rowdy shit,” suggested Sam.
My eyes rolled and I pushed him back, or tried to anyway.
“Come on, Peaches. If he do anything I’ll throw him out,” Sam insisted, grabbing my arm.
I pulled away and my shoulder bumped against his arm hard as I walked pasted him into my apartment. “Whatever.” With an attitude, I flopped down on the couch. Those two were being the new, irritating Mike and Leon.
“What’s up?” Sam spoke to King with a fist bump.
Lifting off the couch, I snatched the remote from King. “You on your own tonight for dinner, I don’t feel like cooking nothing,” I told him as I put my feet on him.
“What the hell is that on your legs?” Sam asked with a laugh.
“My leg warmers, you like?” I asked, stretching my leg out with a shake which caused the colorful fur to move from one side to the other.
“Hell no, take that shit off.”
“Fuck you, bitch!” I laughed at the meaningful look he gave me when the words ‘fuck you’ left my mouth.
Sam was simply a flirt who couldn’t help himself.
“Thirsty? I got some tropical—” Without finishing my sentence, he was leaning against the couch laughing.
“When this happen?” King pointed between Sam and I.
“What?” I asked confused as to what he was referring to.
“Y’all mothafuckas laughing and joking, when that shit happen?”
With a shrug I continued to chuckle until I got myself together.
“That day… No, yesterday. Damn why does it seem like it’s been longer? I’m see you too much,” I said to Sam as I answered King’s question.
“I don’t like that shit—” King started, but I cut him off as I glared hard at him.
“Remember, you don’t get in grown folks business. And to be honest, I don’t care anymore, King. When I decide to start giving a fuck about your feelings when it comes to the dudes I kick it with, then I’d let you know. Until that happens, keep it to yo damn self and don’t step to no nigga I chill with. Whether we fuckin’ or not isn’t your business. I’m done lying and hiding it from you. I’m tired of all this bullshit with you, okay.” I wasn’t going to have a repeat of last night.
“Whatever, Peaches, you grown,” he spoke in that nonchalant tone.
I ignored him while looking at the TV. I tried my hardest to ignore Blaze, but my damn eyes just couldn’t help but glance his way.
“Where you get this big ass TV from?” Sam asked.
“I don’t know, King bought it.” I answered Sam’s question.
“No, I didn’t. It was here when I got here earlier…” King trailed off as Blaze said something. “What?”
“I got it from Rock, he sold it to me. I called after little mama went to sleep, he took the TV we broke.” Blaze replied.
“You bought me a TV?” Yes, I was shocked to say the least because I knew for a fact that the TV wasn’t cheap. Hell, my forty-six inch cost almost eight hundred so a sixty-five inch was beyond that.
“I did break yours, right?” He shrugged. “Let me talk to you for a minute,” Blaze said, already standing with his hand out for me to take. “Come on man, don’t make me have to beg yo ass.”
“That’ll be some shit to actually see Blaze’s ass begging.” King laughed making me roll my eyes.
“Peaches, can I please talk to you for a minute?” Blaze asked.
“He’s serious—” King started saying, but Blaze cut him.
“Shut the fuck up, King, damn,” Blaze snapped at him, making King laugh before his gaze fell back on me. “Peaches, come on man. I promise I ain’t on that bullshit right now.”
I let out a sigh and stood. Blaze took my hand, then led me to my room. Once inside, he closed the door behind me and walked over to my bed and sat down.
“Look, Peaches, man, I usually don’t act like this when it comes to females. It’s yo ass, you different as fuck and I like that, real talk. I’m not the jealous type, especially not with a chick I just met, but I am with you. I don’t like that shit, but that’s something I can’t help,” Blaze admitted. His hand ran over his head and then down his face in a frustrated manner.
“I don’t see why, we’re not together or cool. Blaze, I can’t be friends with drama and that’s exactly what you bring. Shooting Sly was fuck’d up, he didn’t do shit to you.” I still couldn’t believe he did that.
“That’s his fault he got shot. I told his ass to stop fuckin’ with you and he was tryna be slick,” was Blaze’s defense. To make matters worse, he was serious.
“What right do you have to make that decision? You don’t! You have none at all to be telling someone to stop fucking with me! That’s shit King does and I can’t have two of him in my life. I said from jump if you were gonna be like this then it’s best you stay away from me,” I explained seriously. I wasn’t up for that extra back and forth thing he wanted to do
“I can’t do that. I was serious about you getting to know me on some real shit. As for Sly, I’ll leave his ass alone as long as you ain’t fuckin’ with him like you were,” a low, devious laugh left his mouth before he shrugged.
My head shook, this was crazy. What right did he have to come into my life and make choices like that for me?
Not able to believe what he was saying, my arms uncrossed from my chest, “Do you hear what you’re saying? Did anything I just say not reach that brain of yours?” I emphasized with a poke to his head.
“Keep yo fuckin’ hands off me.” Blaze snapped as he slapped my hand away from him. “Why the fuck you gotda make shit difficult, damn! I’m tryin’ to be reasonable, but you don’t want hear it.” His voice rose, the seriousness thick with frustration.
“You’re trying to be reasonable about who I can see and who I can’t when you have no right to. Blaze, we’re not dating. I’m not fucking you or anyone else for that matter. Just like I told King, I get head nothing more nothing less. It’s fuck’d up I have to explain this to you when you not my dude or my friend. Hell, you ain’t even one of my head buddies–.” I felt as if I was really telling him off. Until he waved his hand in front of my face. My mouth snapped shut at the action.
“Yeah, you need to let them go too,” he informed me.
With those words I turned away from him.
“Where you going?” He grabbed my forearm to stop me from leaving the room.
I threw my hands up and turned once more to walk away from him because he wasn’t even listening. What part of he couldn’t tell me what to do didn’t Blaze understand?
Apparently none of it.
“Peaches, get yo black ass back over here,” Blaze said, getting off the bed.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? You know what? Come on, I’m sick of yo ass,” I grunted out while locking the door. I went to my dresser, grabbing my purple brass knuckles and slipped them on.
“The fuck you doing? Gon’, Peaches, ain’t nobody bout to fight yo little ass,” Blaze said with a laugh.
Oh, he thinks I’m playing? Without a second thought, I punched him in the jaw and kept punching until he pushed me into the dresser.
“The fuck wrong with you? Bitch, you done lost yo fucking mind!” He snapped as he wiped the blood from his mouth. Looking at his hand and then back to me, he spit on my floor.
I’m not gon’ lie, the murderous look he gave kind of scared the fuck outda me, but he wasn’t gon’ keep talking to me like I was one of those scared ass hoes or niggas he dealt with.
“Oh, daddy, I got yo bitch!” With that, I jumped on him again, swinging quick and hard. I caught him with a right fist that smacked hard into his left cheek, then his right eye.
After that hit Blaze grabbed me by the throat then pushed me back hard, making me flip over as I fell to floor.
“You wanna play?” Blaze’s face contorted into a hard glare. Once again he spat on t
he floor before he pulled off his shirt then yanked up his jeans.
Now, I was scared.
Chapter 3
Peaches
Blaze once again grabbed me by my neck. Effortlessly, he slung me across the room.
A loud grunt left my mouth as my back hit the wall hard and I fell to the floor.
“The fuck y’all doing in there?” King yelled from the other side of the door. “Peaches, unlock this damn door!”
With a heavy breath, I looked at the jiggling handle. King was trying hard to get in, it was only a matter of time before he started to kick the door.
“We’re talking, now get the fuck away from my door!” I yelled at him.
I didn’t even get a chance to hear what King said as Blaze pulled me up by hair. A surprise squeak left my mouth as he pinned me to the wall. I tried to kick him in the stomach, but he caught my leg and then grabbed my throat.
Blaze stared down at me hard as his hand tightened.
“Peaches, you can’t whoop my ass, so calm the fuck down,” he warned, his face fixed into a scowl.
Maybe not, but I damn sho’ was gon’ try.
Blaze’s words only pissed me off more and my nails dug deep into his wrist before I brought my knee up, trying to hit him in his balls. When I missed, his hand went back then came forward. He slapped the fuck out of me. The loud whack rang out, the sting to my cheek caused me to freeze for a second.
Then I lost it!
“You fucking bitch!” I yelled with a punch to his head. “Punk ass coming over here like you run shit. Bitch, you don’t know me!” My voice rose as I continued to swing on him.
Blaze pick me up. My back soon went crashing into the vanity. A loud gasp left my mouth and my head hit the wall before there was another sting to my cheek. This time the hit was harder and louder than the first.
“I’m tryin’ not to hurt yo stupid ass!” My head smacked into Blaze’s before I grabbed the handle to my hand mirror and slapped the back of it across his face. His head went to the side just as the back of his hand shot out. The hit connected to my jaw.
I went to hit him back, but he grabbed my arms. “Let me the fuck go!”
“Man, shut the fuck up before I knock the shit out yo ass!” His arms held tight as he lifted me off the vanity.
His ass had already slapped the shit out of me.
“Blaze, let me-eep!” A loud squeak left my mouth as he slammed me on the bed.
“Calm the fuck down, Peaches, before I hurt you fo’real,” he snapped at me.
I opened my mouth and bit into his shoulder. “What the fuck!” He slapped me again.
Those damn slaps were fuckin’ hurting like hell, but that last one had my struggle to get free slowed down.
“Blaze—” his mouth covered mine.
Even so, I was mumbling some very foul words with a ton of threats, but his mouth stayed on mine. That was until I bit into his bottom lip hard, making him pull away.
“Boss, I’ma slap the fuck out of you, bite me again. Now shut yo ass up,” he threatened.
I stopped my movement and looked at him like he was crazy. What the fuck has he been doing? I wanted to ask him that so bad because he had already been slapping the hell outda me, but I chose not to, just in case he was serious about that slap.
Even so, that didn’t stop my smart ass mouth. “Fuck you, Blaze! Get off of me,” my wiggle started and I tried to throw him off.
He paid me no mind as he kissed me roughly. His left hand tightened around my wrists as his other took hold of my thigh, bringing it up to his waist.
Dammit!
Somewhere along my mumbling/cussing him out, I began to kiss him back.
What the fuck was I doing?
After what I saw him do to Sly, I didn’t even like him. Even so, it still didn’t change the fact I love the way he felt against me, his demanding attitude. Everything I didn’t like, deep down I wanted.
He let my wrists go. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Blaze sat us up then grabbed the hem of my shirt, he pulled it up and I stopped him, shaking my head no.
“No, I can’t do this with you.”
“Look, we can go back and forward on this all day, but at the end I’ma win. I want you, that’s what matters. So gon’ let that attitude you got about me go. I’m not gon’ stop until you give me a chance. I can’t promise you a prefect nigga, because I’m not one nor am I a romantic mothafucka. I’m anything but that. Don’t shoot me down so quickly, I don’t do this bullshit. I fuck and keep going, but I don’t want that with you. You’re different from any chick I done met, I wanna fuck with you on some real shit. I get you don’t want shit serious, but fuck with me and don’t give me that ‘you ain’t feelin’ me’ bullshit, ‘cause we both know that’s a damn lie,” he said.
How we go from fighting to this? I couldn’t begin to explain. What he said ran through my mind. I didn’t know about giving him a chance.
This nigga ain’t wrapped to tight.
Even so, part of me liked him.
“You’re right, I don’t want a relationship, but I’m willing to try this friend thing again and see where it goes. If we do this, that little control thing you got going on has to stop. And you can’t threaten my male friends, I keep those,” was my bargain, apparently he didn’t like that idea.
Blaze’s hand waved in front of my face. “These little niggas you fuckin’ with ain’t gon’ fly. You gotda let them mothafuckas go. The fuck you mean you keep those?” He fumed with a stare, as if he wanted to choke the hell out of me.
“Just like I said, you have yo hoes, bitches, baby mommas or whatnot. This isn’t a relationship, we do as we please. There’s a no jealousy, shooting rule which means you can’t be or do the latter.” I explained, serious about every word that left my mouth.
Blaze looked at me like I was stupid.
“Did you hear shit I just said? You ain’t bout to have nobody touchin’ my shit. You keep the niggas that eat yo pussy? Fuck that. Any nigga come around here gon’ end up like Sly’s ass. I promise that shit,” Blaze threatened.
I knew Blaze was going to be more trouble than any nigga I’d come across. For the simple fact his take charge attitude, I liked a little too much.
“My shit, you meant. Last I checked, you are a man, meaning you don’t have a pussy, so you can’t claim something you ain’t got. And if you want me to give you a chance then we doing it my way. You don’t have to agree, regardless, in the end I won’t lose sleep one way or another.”
True I wasn’t going to, but that month without seeing or talking to him, for some reason he did stay on my mind. And I was pretty sure he’d be on my mind even more now.
Though, he don’t need to know that.
“I don’t agree and I already made claim on yo pussy, so that shit you talkin’ don’t mean a gotdamn thang. We gon’ do this yo way, but I’m saying bet no nigga touch or taste my shit, meaning yo pussy, or I’m shooting his ass point blank. Baby, I don’t play by rules, nor am I to fond of games. I’m too old for that bullshit.”
This man was unbelievable. With a shake of my head a sigh left my mouth as my right hand combed through my hair.
“This is stupid. Do what you want, Blaze, okay? I see shit with you gon’ be stressful when it don’t even have to be. But whatever, I got to start on dinner.” Hell, I wasn’t even going to cook, but just to get away from his ass, I would do so anyway.
Fixing my shirt, I got ready to get off the bed but he stopped me.
Blaze pushed me back down then climbed on top of me. He settled himself between my legs.
My arms pushed at his chest trying to get him off of me, but he wouldn’t move.
“What, Blaze? Damn, you starting to irritate me now,” I made known with a hard roll of my eyes and a loud, irritable breath that left my throat.
Not bothered with the obvious signs of my aggravation, he simply grabbed my arms, then brought them around his neck as well as my legs to his waist.
“Yo as
s can’t get jealous when we do this either, boss, you can’t,” he insisted. His eyes locked with mine, the neutral look they held, I didn’t like. I couldn’t explain why, but there was just something in those light brown orbs of his.
My shoulders moved up then down as I shrugged.
“I won’t, I promise, but neither can you.” For the oddest reason I had this heavy urge to caress his lower lip. I wanted to kiss that full set of his.
Blaze didn’t say a word as he moved my right leg from his waist to dig in his pocket.
“Here,” he said as he held out a box for me.
I covered my face and laughed. My head shook as a smile plastered on my mouth. “You are bipolar I swear, but thank you.” I slowly took the dented Galaxy Note 3 box. I opened it and a bubbly laugh slipped through my lips at the purple case inside. “I love purple.”
“No shit. Have you seen your car or your room?” Blaze acknowledged as he glanced around my bedroom before he looked back at me. “We gon’ have to change the color in this bitch if I’ma be sleeping in here?”
“Nigga, fuck you! And who said you would stay nights over here?” Blaze laughed as he took the phone from my hands and set it on the nightstand.
“I said it, I’ma stay here,” his hands motioned around my bed. “Don’t try to play like you didn’t love sleeping with me last night. Yo ass was all over my body, grinding and shit.” Blaze’s hips rolled against my pelvis at the word grind, which caused a bubbly laugh to leave my throat.
“Get off of me with your lying ass!” I pushed at his shoulders once more as I continued to laugh.
“G, I ain’t. You be grinding man, like straight up. I started to bust yo ass open last night. So you stay on yo side and I’ll stay on mine.”
“You don’t have a side… Blaze, stop,” I whined out while I made a grab for his wrist.
Blaze sat up, then grabbed the hem of my shorts and began to tug them down.
“Fo’real, I’m not playing with you.” I grabbed his wrist to stop his movement.
“Baby girl, pretend all you want, but at end of the day you know I’m right. You liked sleeping with me, you like the way I talk to you, the way I handle you,” his deep voice and hard but neutral stare caused my lower abdomen tighten.