A Dangerous Love 2: Can't Let Go

by J Peach

  “You’re too much, bye,” she called, laughing.

  “I’ight,” I hopped in the truck, started it then pulled off.

  Why shit couldn’t be this easy with Peaches ass?

  Chapter 13

  Peaches

  It had been a few days and I hadn’t heard from Blaze nor had I seen him. That shit was starting to piss me off. He was straight avoiding me like I was so type of hoe, when just the other day we were seconds away from having sex. Now we weren’t even talking. I even tried being slick with getting to see him by using Sam to come over when they’re together, but Blaze never came with him.

  This is fucking irritating!

  “What we doing today? It seemed like I ain’t been out this apartment in years?” I asked Ebony and Kimmy as I lay on my bed, watching Ebony go through my closet.

  “That’s yo fault you been in a funk these past few days and don’t wanna tell nobody why,” Ebony said, looking at a white halter dress. “I’m going to try this on. So are you ready to talk about why you’ve been locked up in here?” Ebony asked as she started to get undressed.

  I looked from Ebony to Kimmy then shrugged. “Blaze ol’ stupid acting ass. He been straight avoiding the hell outda me. And it’s crazy because I wanted him to leave me alone from jump. Now that he has, I miss him. Like I said, it’s crazy.”

  “Not really, it’s usually like that with us women. We always what we can’t have. When he was chasing you, Peach, you basically blew him off. Now that he’s gon’ you want him. That’s not crazy at all, you’ve never encountered a man like Blaze, he’s not going to put up with your shit like these other softer men will,” Kim explained as she played in my hair. “If it’s meant to be it will be.”

  My eyes rolled at that.

  “I guess, I mean I can accept the fact if he don’t wanna fuck with me no more. Like okay, I can take that. But don’t avoid me. The only reason it’s really bothering me is because I feel like I really offended him, you know. And I don’t want him to be pissed, holding that against me.” That whole thing was stressing me out. I was not one to get attached, so I couldn’t begin to understand why I was trippin’ over Blaze.

  Ebony suddenly jumped as her fingers snapped. Her eyes wide with excitement. “Blaze! Bitch I’m sorry I forgot to tell yo ass about that nigga and yo punk ass brotha. Girl I had to beat King’s ass,” she was so pissed and was talking way too fast.

  My hands waved to stop her from talking. “Wait, E, calm down. Now you and King got into a fight?” My brows furrowed in confusions not understanding why she got hyped so suddenly.

  “Yeah, the other day he calls at three in the morning, drunk, asking me to pick his ass up at his dude’s bar. Not knowing who his dude is, of course I go get him. When I get there I see yo nigga hugged up with some bright skin bitch. I mean ol’ girl was all on him like they were the only two there. Girl, I went the fuck off on ’em. Then that bitch gon’ have the nerve to get buck, she lucky King grabbed my ass. But King was sittin’ his ol’ triflin’ ass with them like shit was good, I beat his mothafuckin’ ass,” Ebony popped off, rowdy.

  My head tilted to the side as the wheels in my head started to turn. “Wait, the other day when?”

  “A few days ago,” she responded.

  I’d called his ass the other day around that time. That was the last time I’d talked to him. So he was with some bitch, that’s why he couldn’t come over that night. “I don’t even care, he ain’t my nigga. Blaze free to do as he please, I don’t give a fuck. I just thought he was still mad at me for what I said the other day. No, I am pissed. He gon’ play me for some bitch when his ass done ran my main nigga away? The fuck?” I said grabbing my phone so I could call and cuss his ass out, but Ebony stopped me.

  “Nuh-uh, bitch. He having this thing at the Rex tonight, so don’t even sweat it, babe. Though, from the looks of things, shit moving pretty fast with them. Because ol girl be driving his shit,” Ebony went on to inform me.

  What right did I have to be pissed? None at all, but I couldn’t convince the logical part of my brain of that. My body was heated to the point that my nerves kicked up, making both my hands shake violently as my leg bounced up and down vigorously.

  “Bitch, how the fuck you know?” Kimmy chimed in.

  Ebony rolled her eyes at Kim, but answered nonetheless. “Because yesterday King and I was on our way to his place when he saw this all black Charger and rolled up on ol’ girl thinking it was Blaze. I had to slap the fuck outda him for looking at that bitch ass. Nigga sitting there straight tryna spit game to that bitch like I wasn’t even there. Both those bitches lucky I ain’t have my gun.”

  He got this bitch driving his car?

  “Is the bitch at least pretty?” I asked, making Kimmy laugh. “What? Man, I’m so serious. I want to know.” My voice shook, the anger I was feeling seeped through as I tried to laugh along with her, but failed.

  “She is, I ain’t gon’ lie or hate. Bitch thick as fuck, I mean she’s got a little stomach, but that bitch got ass for days. Then she has the nerve to have hips on top of that, yellow bitch. I’m gon’ deflate that hoe if she try some shit with King and I’ma cut his ass if he fuck with her,” Ebony said, making Kimmy laugh, which I didn’t find funny now that I knew she was pretty.

  “What I’m not understanding is why King didn’t tell me about this party,” I thought out loud, but seeing as Ebony was pissed off she answered.

  “Because he’s a snake ass bitch.” Once again, Ebony started to snap off and I quickly became irritated.

  I didn’t feel like dealing with her and King’s shit when I was tryna figure out my own. “Shut up, damn. E, you acting as if you don’t be talkin’ to other niggas. So look at yo damn self before you start calling King out on his shit. Shid, it ain’t like you don’t know what the fuck he out here doing. So what you mad for? Yo ass ain’t trying to change yo situation, so shut the fuck up!” I snapped at her.

  I honestly didn’t mean for all that to come out, but I couldn’t deal with her at that moment, I couldn’t deal with none of it right then. Shit was to fuckin’ confusing, I didn’t even understand why I was fuck’d up about Blaze and the bitch he was supposed to be seeing.

  Ugh, I don’t fuckin’ know.

  “Damn, Peach, that was fuck’d up,” Kim said, looking at me while shaking her head.

  “N’all, it’s cool, Kim. Boss, fuck you Peaches. Don’t try to play like yo ass A-one, because you not. Kim, I’ll talk to you later.” Without a second look at me, she walked out my room.

  I flopped down on my bed as the front door slammed. “Don’t be slamming my fuckin’ door!” I yelled out to her, not knowing if she could hear me or not.

  “Bitch, you was wrong. Now yo ass know she love that damn man and she don’t be trickin’. She just don’t want him to think he could do what he want and she just gon’ let it slid,” Kim snapped at me.

  “I know, Kim, damn. I’m sorry—”

  “Fuck you apologizing to me for? You ain’t just stab me in the heart. If you had, I woulda cut yo ass back harder. Don’t take yo shit out on her because you can’t understand why you like that fucking man and don’t know how to handle what’s happening. You too busy trying to pretend it’s nothing. But now that he’s found something new yo ass wanna get conflicted? Get that bullshit outda here, Peaches.

  “King done shielded yo ass so much you blind to realizing when you truly like a nigga. Figure yo shit out, then call Ebony and apologize. That shit was foul you spit at her. You know when it comes to King it hurts her. Yo ass was wrong.” Kimmy stared down at me, disappointed. “I’m gone too.” With a shake of her head she turned away from me. “And I’m taking these,” she grabbed my white Gucci bag from the closet, then her keys and purse. “These too,” Kim snatched up the European, sequined, peep toe wedges by the straps then walked out my room and once again the front door was slamming.

  “I’m just pissing everyone off this week, damn, man.” I knew what I said to Ebony was
wrong, Even though what I said was true, didn’t mean I had the right to say it.

  Ebony loved King, I knew that. And after the shit happened at Mike’s party she’d been trying to leave him alone until King changed his ways. His lifestyle she could deal with, but sharing him she wasn’t going to keep doing.

  So she says. It’s been the same story for years.

  They’d been back and forth doing that since they meet. King had literally put Ebony through some shit when it came to him and those hoes. Even so, Ebony continued to deal with him, which I didn’t understand, neither did I understand King’s ass.

  Men are freaking complicated.

  That’s just like with Blaze ass. I’d known that nigga for a month, if you can really call it that. He just practically pushed his way into my life, who does that shit? No dude I have ever met had done anything like that to me. Blaze was different, he was persistent, possessive, psychotic, rude as fuck. And him being all those things was reason enough for me to stay away from him. But it was also what attracted me more to him.

  If he thought for a second I was gon’ let that shit fly with him and his new bitch, he had another thing coming. You don’t invade my life and get that close to me like he had that past week, then bounce because of a spat. N’all, I don’t roll like that. Nigga been sleeping with me, practically fuckin’ me and he left because I joked about something he didn’t like. Yeah, okay. If Blaze thought it was going to be that easy to get rid of me, he don’t know Peaches.

  “Cherry, what are you doing?” I asked my kitten as I heard her clawing at the bottom of the covers. Picking her up, I got off my bed then grabbed my phone from the nightstand and dialed Ebony.

  “You’ve reached Ebony,’ After getting that message five times, I’ve decided to call King to see if she called him.

  “What’s up?” He answered on the first ring.

  I rolled my eyes hearing King’s voice. I wanted to ask him about this bitch and Blaze, but knowing his ass, he was probably happy Blaze wasn’t coming around no more. “King, is Ebony with you?”

  ‘Hell n’all, her ass been trippin’. I ain’t talked to her in couple days and her ass ain’t been at the crib. She gon’ get fuck’d up if she keep playin’,” he vented, pissed off.

  Again I found myself rolling my eyes at his dumbass. “How you gon get mad at her for not being at home when yo ol’ triflin’ ass only come around when you wanna fuck any mothafuckin’ way? King, you dumb. She gon’ get tired of yo stupid ass and find another nigga that’s way better then you, who’s going to treat her right,” I snapped at him.

  “Fuck is wrong with you?” He asked while turning down the music in his background.

  ‘Nothing, I gotda go.’

  ‘N’all, fuck that. Yo ass ain’t snapping for no gotdamn reason. What happened?” King pushed for more information.

  I didn’t wanna talk to him no more. “Nothing, King. Bye.” After hanging up on him, I tried calling Blaze.

  “You’ve reached two-one-nine…” Hanging up the phone, I sat it down on the kitchen counter along with Cherry so I could feed her.

  I wasn’t even gon go to that little party thing Blaze was having at the Rex, but since his ass wanted to play, I was gon’ do the same. I wouldn’t be wrong to act as girlfriend when he didn’t seem to have a problem with it when he beat Sly’s ass twice and shot him.

  Once Cherry was fed, I went to my bathroom and took a long, streaming, hot shower to relax myself, but that shit wasn’t working. Throughout all my years I could not remember one time my body had ever been that fuckin’ tense. Ever! Especially not over a fuckin’ man.

  This that bullshit!

  Why the fuck did his ass have to fuck everything up? Shit was going great before his ass came along. To get head with no feelings attached was my routine, but all that changing because of him.

  Blaze!

  Chapter 14

  Peaches

  The barbeque started at four and I was starting to back out of going. That had never happened to me, those feelings, the jealously wasn’t something I was use too. It was infuriating to have those emotions for someone like Blaze. I’d always said I wouldn’t fall for some hood because of the shit my momma went through with my dad. Hell, even the shit Ebony was still going through with King’s triflin’ ass.

  I am going, I’m not about to sit around this fuckin’ apartment mopping and let some bitch come around fuckin’ with my shit. Blaze and that bitch got life fuck’d up if he think this gon fly.

  God, this man has me feeling all types of bipolar.

  I stood in my full length mirror and stared at my reflection, I was so nervous. I gave myself a once over, took in the leopard print halter top that tied around my neck with the matching skirt. My shoulders shook as I tried to shake my nerves away.

  I went to my dresser, sprayed myself with VS Love Spell. Picked up my rhinestone, leopard print, stiletto sandals from the side of the dresser and slipped them on. I slipped my big, black, oval shaped ring on my index finger, then went to my vanity, grabbed my black chain with my gold brass knuckles and I pulled it over my head.

  Standing in the middle of my room, I looked around, not knowing what I was looking for exactly. Maybe it was just that I was trying to stall longer, subconsciously hoping time would fly and the night would end.

  My eyes soon landed on my round toe Iron Fist satin skull and floral platforms. Ebony immediately popped in mind.

  Quickly, I snatched my VS leopard print tote bag. I laid the shoes in there then went to my closet to get the one shoulder side sliced dress I bought to go with the shoes. With a groan, I folded the dress and sat it on top of the shoes before throwing my phone, wallet and my gun inside.

  After I combed through my hair once more, I put on a bit of eyeliner and a little gold eye shadow before swiping my lips with some cherry flavored gloss. Again I gave myself a once over.

  I was ready to go.

  ***

  I pulled into the Rex only to pull right back out because it was packed. Niggas were parked any kind of ways and to close to each other. I parked on the street, folks didn’t know how to drive and would hit your shit without a problem. I didn’t feel like going to jail because I fucked somebody up for scratching my baby. Parking a few blocks down, I grabbed my tote bag and got out just as a black car came speeding past me.

  “Fuckin’ bitch!” I screamed at the car. “Stupid ass.” Closing my door, I hit the alarm button then walked down to the Rex, pissed off. I swear this is the fuckin’ hood for yo ass, niggas just don’t give a fuck.

  I made it back to the parking lot and pulled out my phone to call Missy to see where they were, only to end up running into Mya’s rude ass.

  “Damn, Peaches, watch where you going,” Kimmy’s sister said with an attitude which had me looking up at her.

  “Bitch, you ran into me, what yo ass should be saying is excuse me. I don’t know what done crawled up yo ass, Mya, but don’t take that shit out on me,” I snapped right back at her. I was about to walk away, but what she said next had me stopping again.

  “You are my fuckin’ problem. Whatever this thing you experimenting with Missy, you gon’ have to let it go and find somebody else to fuck with,” she informed me, her face contorted into a mean glare.

  The confusion on my face was evident as my brows furrowed and my head tilted sideways. “What?” I was confused by what she was saying for the simple fact that I wasn’t experimenting shit. Then it hit me. “What Missy and I got going on is between us, Mya. You ain’t got shit to do with it. I mean, why do you care? What y’all had wasn’t anything serious anyway. If you still wanna fuck around with Missy then do that, we aren’t together. So don’t come at me with that shit, acting as if we owe you an explanation. Gon’ head with that bullshit.” Why did it seem like déjà vu with somebody coming at me about fuckin’ with what they considered theirs?

  Folks got life fuck’d up.

  Mya said nothing else, simply mugged and walked past me with a bu
mp to my shoulder. I shook my head and started walking again.

  “Damn, baby, can I hit that?” A voice sounded behind me before their hand came down on my ass.

  “Stop, you bitch, that shit hurts!” I snapped, hitting Angel in the arm.

  “What took yo ass so damn long? And what’s this I hear about you going off on Ebony?” She asked and I groaned. “Nuh uh, bitch, none of that. You fuck’d up now. Make it right, Peach. And you know how hard Ebony ass play at forgiving, especially when it comes to King’s sexy ass,” Angel replied.

  I groaned loudly. “I know. I was just a little irritated, then her talking shit about King, I just didn’t want to hear it. I shouldn’t have said the extra stuff and I’m going to apologize when I find her.” Linking our arms, Angel led the way. “You know where she’s at?”

  Angel nodded while pointing ahead. “Yep, up there fighting with King like always. Hey, don’t you and ol’ boy suppose too be talking or something? I mean, he was staying at yours right?” She suddenly asked as we got closer to the grill. I already knew what she was talking about.

  “Something like that. He’s like how Sly and I were, but different. He gets on my nerves.” Irritation quickly set into my body and I bit into my bottom lip, looked away from her with a roll of my eyes.

  “Oh, my God, Peach, you like him!” Angel squeaked out as she yanked me to a stop.

  I couldn’t help but laugh, she was so dramatic at times. “No, I don’t. Okay, I do a little. I just don’t wanna date him, not now anyways. He’s practically another King and I don’t need two crazy, possessive men in my life right now. I can’t deal.” There wasn’t any point in lying to my best friends about liking Blaze because they’d see right through that bullshit.

  “Well, yo new man was with some big booty rat. I had to snap on his ass, girl. Shit was about to get ugly if that Sam dude ain’t grab me.” I burst out laughing, Angels’ little ass was always, and I do mean that literally, always up to fight. She was the smallest of us all, bitch wasn’t no bigger than a tooth pick and was buck as fuck.