by J Peach
“No, sorry. What you say?” I asked him.
“I said, yo ass nosy as fuck. Take thirty out that stack and put it in here,” he said “Then lock it, it’s the blue key.”
When I was done, I sat it to the side as I watched Blaze move a big picture of a white tiger from the wall. His hands pressed into the wall then moved up. He moved the paneling wood from the wall, revealing a safe. Coming back to table, he started putting the money into the safe.
“What are you going to do with the money in the box?”
“Nosy,” he said, making me roll my eyes.
“Can I have that picture?” Blaze started laughing as he closed the safe and put everything back in place. “So, is that a no?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what that is.”
“What are you going to do with the money on the side?” I picked up the two thousand he had sitting out.
“Nothing yet. I have to drop that box off to my moms—”
“I hope not tonight,” I cut him off. I was not ready to meet his momma, especially not after I hung up on her. “Blaze?”
“We not going in, so chill. I’m just going to her garage, then running right back out.” His ass ain’t know the meaning of not long, so what the hell he did he know about right back out?
“So, this is the life of Blaze Carter, huh?” I thought out loud, which brought back the question I wanted to ask him earlier. “If you have all of these businesses, why do this extra?” If I had everything going on like him, I wouldn’t do the drug thing.
“It’s what I enjoy doing, everything else is just a cover.” He shrugged, like actually shrugged.
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard in my life, Blaze, seriously. Your covers are making crazy money, so I don’t get it.”
“There’s nothing to get, I like doing what I’m doing, I’m good at it. Seventeen years I’ve been doing this, I’ve adapted to it, ain’t no stopping. It’s an automatic reflex you can say. I like doing it and the money ain’t bad either.” He shrugged again.
I let it go. That wass what he wanted to do. It was him, I didn’t have a say.
“If money ain’t bad, let me have that picture. It would look so good in my guest room.”
“Get yo ass outda here. You can’t come with me no mo if you gon keep tryna take my shit.”
“So, does that mean I can have it?” Cutely I asked, batting my lashes.
“Hell n’all, I got that up there for a reason.”
“Go buy another one, damn. Stingy ass.” I stood by the door as Blaze cleaned up.
He wiped everything down then grabbed the green bag with Magic written on it.
“Here, hold this,” he handed me the money he’d set to the side.
“I’m telling you now, I’m not gon’ remind you I got your money, So put it in your pocket,” I held it out to him.
“Man, hold it, damn. Now, come on.”
Rolling my eyes, I put the money in my purse as I followed behind him.
***
We finally made it to his place, or his big ass apartment. If he lived there, why the hell was he always at my crappy ass apartment? I would never begin to understand that man.
Taking off my shoes, I sat my purse on his dresser. I started opening all his drawers until I found his shirts.
“Why the hell you going through my shit?” Blaze questioned from across the room.
Nigga had a sitting area in his fuckin’ room. His damn room was bigger than my living room.
“If you live here, why do you come to my place?” I asked while pulling out one of his shirts. I went to his King sized bed, sat the shirt down, then took off my clothes before pulling his T-shirt on.
“Why you taking off yo damn clothes fah?” This man better stop playing with me.
“I’m about to go to bed, problem?” I pulled his covers back then climbed into his bed.
“Yo ass rude as hell. How the fuck you just make yoself comfortable in my shit?” He had his nerves.
“Nigga, no you didn’t just say that when you practically just moved in my apartment days after knowing me and you got a key made. Blaze, you don’t wanna go there with me, baby, fo’real.” Getting even more comfortable, I looked at him. “Where’s your remote at?” I stared at him, awaiting his reply.
“Man, yo ass,” running a hand over his face, he reached under his pillow then handed me the remote. “If you sleeping here you might as well take off that shirt.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Why, so you can play with my tittie?” Finishing with a yawn, I watched as he sat his gun on the nightstand then took off his jeans and shirt.
“I’ma slap the fuck outda you, keep talking.” He got in bed, moved closer to me. His hands gripped the shirt and pulled it off.
My neck stretched as he hovered over me. I gave him a simple, sweet peck.
“Go to sleep.” Blaze turned off the TV as a small laugh slipped through my lips. He pulled my back to his chest and his hand quickly found my right tittie. “Boss, don’t say shit.” That had me laughing out before yawning.
If he only knew how much I enjoyed him doing that.
My body relaxed more with every caress to my breast. My eyes soon closed as my breathing evened out. It wasn’t long after that darkness pulled me under completely.
Chapter 30
Peaches
Two Months Later…
“Bitch, you still didn’t answer my question. Are y’all official or…” Kimmy trailed off, making me roll my eyes. Even doing that, I couldn’t help but smile, which I seemed to be doing a lot since being with Blaze.
“We are, but we not. I don’t know, Kim, I want to take that next step, but who’s to say once he has me officially he won’t change? I’ll probably be just another bitch who fell, I don’t want that.” I shrugged as I stirred my Chinese rice.
Blaze and I been riding hard the past couple of months, everything had been simply amazing. For him not to be a romantic, he was nice in his own twisted way. It was actually kind of sweet. Ever since I spent the day with him, seeing his lifestyle was an eye opener in both a good and bad way.
Good in that I was the first woman he’d let into that part of his life. Even though he still didn’t trust me, as he said, that didn’t stop him from taking me to his lot or either of his pool halls to count his money.
Bad in that I knew what living that life could lead to and we weren’t officially together so I couldn’t bitch at him about it. Even if we were, I still wouldn’t because he was smart about his shit.
Since that day we’d been practically inseparable during our free time. I was always at his apartment or he was at mine. Then there were times when we didn’t see each other and he’d be out at all times of the morning. I got that he packed his money, made drops, and checked to make sure his was stuff right at that time, which took hours. That only left him with maybe an hour or two to sleep. By that time, I was up and getting ready for work or school.
“Peach, whether you fail to realize it or not, he already has you. The moment you opened up for him you established that much,” Kimmy said.
“No, I did not. Sex is sex, nothing more or less,” I said and she reached across the table and slapped the back of my head. “Bitch—”
“I’m trying to knock some sense into yo dumbass. Sex is sex to everyone but you. You done saved yoself for twenty-four years and after not even a whole month of knowing this nigga, you let him have it. Think about it, Peaches, as much head as you’ve gotten, and let’s not forget about the shit you and Sly been doing for what seven, eight years, you never gave it to him. That’s seven or eight years, bitch, that’s a whole fuckin’ relationship. But Blaze walks his sexy, caramel ass in the picture and the nigga done busted yo ass wide open. Denial won’t get you anywhere,” Kim finished saying while pointing her fork in my face.
“I’m not in denial. I like Blaze a lot, more than I should, but I just don’t want to get played in the end.”
“He’s letting you in, he�
�s showing you shit that he hasn’t showed anyone else from what you tell me. I think he really likes you.” She had a point, but my issue was that I didn’t want to become my mom, or Ebony for that matter. I’d seen what they went through, what Ebony was still going through, with men that were in the same game as Blaze. I just wanted to be safe.
“Okay, King is the same way. He don’t show me shit he does, but Ebony’s ass know everything. Even so, King ass still fuck anything that walks.” Ebony is King’s main, but he still fuck’d bitches on the side. I honestly didn’t know if Blaze was like that or not, but I wanted to be one hundred percent sure. “Anyways, enough about me. What’s up with you and Mike?” She rolled her eyes at the mention of Mike’s name.
“Ain’t shit happening with him. He’s a fuckin’ child, don’t nobody have time for that. I’m done trying with his ass.” I didn’t know what was up with my friends and those fuckin’ hoods, not excluding me. Shit was just crazy.
“He’s dumb, just like the rest of these niggas. You know we can always become lesbians and date each other,” I told her. Kim laughed while shaking her head. “Bitch, I’m serious. I mean, I’ll still be fuckin’ Blaze, but besides him, I’ll be faithful.” I spoke truthfully.
“Bitch, yo ass stupid,” she laughed out.
I was so serious. There was no way in hell I’d stop sleeping with him.
“Bitch, you saying that because you haven’t slept with him. A bitch be seeing stars when we done, girl, and that’s not even including his head game. Oh, my God, bitch. I just had an orgasm just thinking about that shit. Talk about a wicked tongue, bitch, to sit on his face and ride—”
“Oh, my God, Peaches. Ugh!” She laughed. “Let the damn table go before you break it. Bitch, yo knuckles just turned white. Our relationship would be over before it even started, you damn freak. Yo ass is nasty, Peach, you be riding his face?”
Rolling my eyes, I laughed while nodding my head. “Yes, never had anything better,” I stated, watching the corner of Kim’s lips twist upwards. “Bitch, fuck you. I can’t stand yo ass. Don’t act like you don’t be having all that ass on Mike’s face while he tonguing that pussy.”
Kim eyes went wide. “What? I didn’t say anything, just thought that maybe I could have a go.”
The look I gave her had Kim laughing loud and hard.
“I’ma cut yo ass, don’t play with me.” Shaking my head, I laughed with her. “I don’t share, and even if I did, it wouldn’t be Blaze’s ass. That’s mine alone.”
“Bitches!” Missy’s loud voice came from behind me before she appeared at my right and sat down. Looking at me, she smiled. “Hey, boo.” She winked at me.
“Yo ass crazy, it took you long enough to get here,” I told her and she let out a dramatic sigh.
“Girl, arguing with Mya’s triflin ass, dumb bitch. Ugh, I swear I just want to cut her ass sometimes. I hate yo sister,” she told Kim who rolled her eyes.
“Bitch, right. Yo ass didn’t hate her, last night bitches kept me up all fuckin’ night.” My brows went up at that and I looked at Missy who looked just as confused.
“Kimmy, Missy stayed at mines last night, unless she left when Blaze came home,” I informed her.
Missy nodded her head and Kimmy’s body went still, her mouth slightly parted.
“You lying?” Kim said dumbly, she really thought Missy was over there.
That was why I was scared to get serious with Blaze. Who’s to say he wasn’t like everyone else?
“I didn’t know, Missy, I swear I thought it was you.” Out of our small group of friends I was the only one who really knew how much Missy really cared for Mya. To be honest, it pissed me off for the simple fact that Mya cared for Missy, because if she didn’t she wouldn’t have stepped to me like she did.
“It’s cool, we know how Mya’s ass is. Plus, it ain’t like we dating.” She shrugged, I wanted to beat Mya’s ass.
Triflin’ hoe.
“Don’t sweat it, boo, you still have me.” With a wink, I blew her a kiss. Missy shook her head before laughing and I couldn’t help but crack a smile, but it was quickly wiped away as Kimmy suddenly slapped me. “Bitch, what the fuck wrong with you?” She smacked the shit out of me and I was two seconds from jumping on her ass. That shit hurt, had my damn cheek stinging.
“Bitch, me! After sitting here telling me we could be together, you winking and kissing at her?” She screamed at me.
That bitch was crazy, those Chinese folks were about to put us the fuck out because of Kim. She had actually stood from her seat and was yelling, drawing attention our way.
“After I told you I was pregnant with your baby!” Her voice rose higher.
I swear my mouth dropped, as did Missy’s. Now I know she was playing at this point, but for Kimmy to do something like that was unreal. Kim hated being embarrassed, it was always Ebony and Angel who pulled stupid shit like that. Never Kimmy.
“How long have you been fucking her? Huh, Peaches? Was she good? Huh?” Kim’s finger jabbed in my face.
“Wait, she fucking you, too? I can’t believe this shit. But you love me though. Fo’real, Peaches? And you got this bitch pregnant.” Missy jumped out her seat, knocking the chair back.
Oh, hell no!
Grabbing my shit, I took off toward the door. They could have those people laughing and whispering about their dumbasses, not me. A bitch was gone. I ate at that damn restaurant faithfully, I was not about to have them talking about me every time I walked in that place. Nope, not happening. Before they could blink I was running for the door.
“Peaches!” They were so embarrassing. Why?
“Dumb bitches, I hate them,” I said out loud as I speed walked to the parking lot.
“Peaches, baby, come here. We can share you. Don’t run, Peaches, I love you!” Missy yelled. I hated those hoes. “Peaches, mami, come here, baby. I’m sorry, come back!” Missy kept yelling behind me with a laughing Kimmy.
I was so busy trying to get far away from them that I passed my damn car. Turning back around, I saw Kim sitting on my hood.
“Bitch, where the hell were you going?” She laughed as I made my way back.
“Why would y’all do that knowing I’m always here for lunch? Now every time I come here they gon’ be whispering that Chong shit about me. Ugh, I seriously hate y’all, for real. I’ma be late for work messing with y’all ass. Kim, get the fuck off my car before you scratch her.” I grabbed her foot and yanked her hard. Kim’s head hit the hood of my car. “That’s for slapping me bitch and Missy—” Before I could finish my sentence, that bitch had me pressed against the driver’s door with her body and her lips against mine.
What the fuck is she doing?
“We spoke this bitch up. Missy, here comes Mya. Oh—” I heard Kimmy say before trailing off. See, that bitch was getting beside herself and fucking kissing me. I didn’t mind helping, but she could’ve given me a warning before she went thrusting her tongue down my damn throat.
The fuck wrong with her? Bitch act like she ain’t ever heard of a closed mouth kiss. It seriously felt like I was kissing King. Even so, I played along, but I was smacking her ass the moment Mya’s ass was out of sight.
“Hey trick, who’s the hoe?” Kimmy asked, but didn’t get a reply as Missy was suddenly yanked from me and a fist hit hard into my face.
The punch literally knocked my ass into a state of shock.
Chapter 31
Peaches
“I told yo ass to stay the fuck away from her!” Mya yelled while jerking Missy behind her.
That bitch just punched me in the face. Oh, hell no! I jumped for her, but was caught from behind.
“Hell n’all, let me the fuck go! Bitch, you gon’ hit me fo’real Mya!” I snapped, trying my best to get free.
“I told yo ass to stay away from her?” Myas’ voice boomed as she inched closer to me.
“Bitch, we ain’t together. How the fuck you gon’ tell somebody to stay away from me, then you with this bit
ch?” Missy fussed before she flipped out and started whooping Mya’s ass. Ol’ girl she was with made a grab for Missy, but Kimmy snatched her up by her long weave ponytail and started pounding into her face.
“Let me go! That bitch hit me!” I did not care if Missy was beating Mya’s ass, I was about to jump in for the simple fact that she put her hands on me.
“Man, calm yo ass down. You shouldn’t have kissed her bitch. I should slap yo ass too fah that shit,” came the voice behind.
Immediately I recognized who it was and I stopped moving.
“Blaze, let me go!” Even though I was feeling giddy as hell because he was there, that didn’t change the fact that the bitch still hit me. With his hands around my waist, he moved us further away from the fight which had me thrusting around again. “Let me the fuck go, Blaze!” I snapped, but he wasn’t paying me any attention as he kept walking.
“Man, calm yo ass down,” he fussed.
I was so fucking mad to the point that I literally wanted to cry.
It’s cool though, that bitch gon’ get caught slipping and I’ma dog that hoe.
“You cool?” Blaze asked as we made it to his truck.
Pushing his hands off me, I turned around and glared as the thought to punch him crossed my mind.
“Fuck you mugging fah? You shouldn’t have kissed her bitch.”
I did hit him, punching him in the chest.
“She kissed me! Plus Mya’s ass was with someone else so she had no right putting her fucking hands on me. Fuck that, Blaze, move!” Ooh, I wanted that bitch. I tried to push Blaze back, but his bulky ass wasn’t moving.
My feet left the ground as he picked me up. He opened the back door then tossed me inside. He got in behind me and locked the doors.
“So what? You shouldn’t have kissed her ass back, the fuck wrong with you? This ain’t the first time I saw you kissing that bitch,” Blaze sounded pissed, fussing at me.
Was he jealous?
“Really, Blaze? That’s my friend, you dumbass, and she ain’t gon’ be too many more of your bitches. Plus, friends kiss all the time,” I stated in a duh tone, which only made his mug harder. “Fuck you mugging for?”