A Dangerous Love 3: Undeniable Desires

by J Peach

  “N’all, I’m bullshittin’,” he tried saying, but it just didn’t reach his eyes.

  “You’re lying.”

  “I am. So can I take you out?” He asked again.

  “If I see you again then maybe.” With that, I pulled open the door and walked in without a second glance behind me.

  I hope I don’t see his ass again.

  Chapter 2

  Peaches

  “Peaches, get that damn cat off my couch, bitch shedding and shit,” King said, pushing Cherry off the brown sofa and I kicked him.

  “Bitch, don’t be doing her like that. Come here Cher, baby. Uncle King didn’t mean it.” Picking Cherry up, I laid her on my chest. “King?” I called as he sat down, turning on the TV and not replying or looking at me. “King?” Again, he said nothing. “Ha’Keem?” His head quickly snapped in my direction.

  “What, damn, with yo worrisome ass? When you going home?” He snapped at me which only made me roll my eyes.

  “Never. Now look, I found these two apartments, but they both by Delaney, like on the outskirt, which isn’t that bad considering how the damn circle is.” I showed him the apartments I pulled up on my laptop. Knowing it was by Delaney, he probably wouldn’t even consider it.

  Delaney was a low income housing project that wasn’t the safest place to live. It was one place in Gary that police rarely went. Folks got killed in those housing complexes if not every day, then every other day. That was mainly on the inside of the circle though. The outskirt on the main street wasn’t that bad. Knowing that, I asked myself if I was really expecting to move over there? Hell no! I didn’t plan on it.

  King’s dumbass didn’t have to know that, though. If he thought I was considering it, then he’d try to find me something which would make apartment hunting easier.

  “What you think? They both have two bedrooms, two baths—”

  “Hell n’all! Now get that damn cat off my couch,” he said, pushing the laptop back at me before knocking Cherry on the floor.

  “King, stop doing her like that before I stab yo ass,” I snapped at him, kicking him again. “But for real, King, I like the one on Polk, the kitchen is better than the other—”

  “Yo ass ain’t going nowhere near there. Why you just won’t go on the site and look at some houses?” He asked, referring to the company’s website.

  “King, I can’t afford a house. I can’t pay nobody’s Nipsco, plus with my student loans—” I rolled my eyes as he cut me off. Rude ass.

  “Don’t nobody wanna hear that shit. You got them loans because yo independent ass wanted them. Now leave me alone before I put yo ass out,” he fussed.

  “Why you got to be mean to me, Ha’Keem? I’m depressed, homeless, jobless and broke.” Glancing at me, King shook his head before laughing.

  “Yo ass just worrisome for no gotdamn reason, man. We just fixed up some town houses out in Marshall Town—”

  “I don’t wanna move all the way out there. The drive to school will be longer, which means I’ll have to get up at five-thirty to make it to my eight o’clock class. When I wake up I gotda cook, shower, then find me something to wear. Man, n’all.” The look King gave me had me rolling my eyes and laughing. “Fuck you, nigga.”

  King’s brows were raised high as his head cocked to the side. “That’s what the fuck I’m saying. Yo ass can’t complain when you ain’t got nowhere to go. The fuck wrong with you.”

  “That was mean, but that’s okay. I’ll just move in here and best believe I’m cock blocking every night. Now what?” I said, getting up and stretching.

  “I can talk to yo building manger to see about moving you to another apartment.” King said, kicking my knee out, making me fall.

  “You bitch, stop with yo black ass! Your talking gon’ give that damn man a heart attack. I graduate in a few months, so just fix the town house up grey and purple and give it to me as a gift.” Again, King shook his head.

  “Yo ass. What the fuck I look like? You better take that shit as is or be homeless because yo black ass ain’t staying here.” Turning the radio up to Chief Keef, I turned back to King.

  “Bang, bang…” I started before rapping the verse of the song as I walked up on him. I snatched his hat off and put it on. Cocking the hat to the right, I pointed my fingers at him, acting as if they were guns. “Bang, bang.” I said, shooting, making him laugh as the song changed. “I got money, I got power, got respect with this Tec— King stop with yo dumbass.” I laughed as he threw a pillow at me. “Give me yo black and yo chain, do I need to sag?” I asked while pulling on Blaze’s basketball shorts I had on, tryna sag, making King laugh.

  “Man, sit yo ass down. Gon’, Peaches, shit!” I jumped on him and started whacking him with a pillow. “Yo ass too old for this shit, man. Stop, damn. Peaches!” He pushed me on the floor, laughing.

  We stared at each other before our eyes jumped to the kitchen and King quickly jumped off the couch. I grabbed his ankle making him fall. Once he fell, I got up, running to the kitchen. “You bitch!” He yelled after me.

  Laughing, I ran to the sink, turning on the water. Getting a cup, I filled it up.

  “Peaches, I’m beat yo ass. Man, we grown as hell.” King saying that only made me laugh.

  As much as I loved my friends, they weren’t King. Without even knowing it, King always made me feel better, especially when it was just us. We were like kids again.

  “Peaches, get the door!” King yelled from somewhere in the house.

  Damn, I was just about to wet his ass.

  “You get it, I’m doing something.” Turning off the water, I started drinking some from the cup.

  “Man, get the damn door!” He called out.

  Rolling my eyes, I walked out the kitchen to see his ass sitting on the couch.

  “Lazy ass trick.” Once I made it to the door, I stood on my tip toes to look out the peephole, then groaned. I didn’t even bother to open it, I turned on my heels and walked back to living room, flopping on the couch.

  I grabbed Cherry, put my feet on King, and then grabbed my laptop, getting comfortable.

  “Who was at the door?” He asked.

  “Nobody.” I shrugged as the doorbell rang and King looked at me. “I think the bell is defective, wasn’t nobody out there when I looked,” I lied as it chimed again. “So I was thinking about putting in an application at Planned Parenthood, but I don’t know yet…” I trailed off as the doorbell went off once more.

  Damn, don’t that mothafucka know when no one comes to the door after a while you’re suppose too fuckin’ leave?

  “Who the fuck at the door?” King pushed my legs off of him as he got up to get the door.

  Grabbing my earbuds, I plugged them into my laptop. Then pulling up my music library, letting the first song, which was Do or Die featuring Twister- Do You, play, I didn’t even look up as they came in.

  Damn, I should’ve went to my room.

  One of the buds was soon pulled from my ear, making me look up.

  “Hey, pretty boy. I didn’t know you were outside,” I told Sam as I lifted up to give him a hug.

  “Oh, so you saw us out there and ain’t open the door? Damn, Peach, that’s fuck’d up. It’s like a hundred degrees outside. I’m already dark, you trying to make me crispy,” Sam was always a damn fool.

  “I know it’s hot as hell out there. King has it feeling lovely, doesn’t he?” I asked, smiling at him.

  “Fuck you, man,” he said, muffing my head back.

  “Sam, stop, with yo black ass. You and King are going to make me hurt y’all. King, stop throwing my damn cat!” I snapped at him for throwing Cherry off of the sofa.

  “Well, stop putting her ass on my fuckin’ couch. When y’all asses going home?” He asked again, making me laugh.

  “When we ready to. King, I don’t know why you being mean knowing yo black ass gon’ miss me when I’m gone,” I said before putting earbuds back on. I focused back on my laptop screen to finished apartment
hunting.

  I felt his eyes on me, though I didn’t bother to turn around. I now knew that no matter how much I wanted him, he wasn’t good for me, not at all. There was still crazy love inside of me for Blaze, but he was poison to my life and apparently I meant nothing to him.

  I was just a quick nut to him, another piece of pussy. What was really fuck’d up about that, he was the mothafucka I gave myself to.

  “King, look at this one. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms and it’s closer to campus. Plus, they only want nine-fifty a month. That ain’t bad.” Holding my laptop out, I showed him the nice grey complex house. “All you have to do is get me some purple shutters for my windows and we good. So what you think?” I asked.

  “Can yo ass afford—” I kicked him hard in the side before he could finish his sentence.

  “Yes, I can and if I can’t, I’m sure Benny’s Tittie Bar is hiring,” I replied, trying to keep a serious face until King jumped at me, making me kick him again. “Gon’ I was just playing. No, but fo’real, what you think?”

  “How long yo ass really gon’ play this?” Blaze finally spoke for the first time since he got there. I chose to ignore him. I wasn’t playing when I said I was done.

  “I was wondering what was up between y’all,” Sam said, making me roll my eyes.

  “Her dumbass stuck in her feelings,” Blaze told him.

  “Says the bitch that can’t leave me alone. One might call yo ass thirsty.” Getting off the couch, I left the living room, wanting to get the fuck away from him. Setting Cherry on the floor, I went to the bathroom.

  ****

  I was just pulling up my shorts when the bathroom door opened.

  “What part of leave me the fuck alone don’t you understand, damn?” I asked as I washed my hands.

  He pushed the door closed then walked over to me. “Man, cut that shit out. Fuck you still mad fah? That bullshit is over with?” He spoke smoothly, in a nonchalant tone.

  “Over with? Really, Blaze? Do you seriously believe that? Do you not remember that foul shit you spat out, huh?” I asked him, disbelieving that he had the nerve to say it was done and over with.

  “Shit was said, ain’t no takin’ it back. Shid, it is what it is,” Blaze shrugged.

  I couldn’t do anything but stare at him.

  To think I’m actually in love with this dumbass nigga.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you? Most niggas would love to have a female like me. Do you not understand what the fuck I did for you? If it wasn’t for me, you probably wouldn’t even be standing here. I killed somebody to save yo ass, but for what, though? Only to be told I ain’t shit but yo fuckin’ dumpster! The fuck?

  “And you want me to be cool with that. I don’t know what kinda bitches you’re used to, but I’m not like them and you’re not going to continue to treat me like I’m some common ass hoe. I’m saying this the nicest way I can, leave me the fuck alone.” I meant every word.

  I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t about to become one of those girls. My mom or Ebony. No I wasn’t…

  “Peaches—”

  “No, no, no, don’t touch me. Don’t Peaches me, nothing. You said everything you needed to say. Whether you meant that shit or not, it doesn’t change the fact that you still said it. So fuck you and leave my desperate, thirsty ass alone which should be easy for you.” I pushed him back and away from me. “Blaze, move, damn.”

  “Why you got to be like that? You ain’t going nowhere, I done already told yo ass that. Believe, when I’m ready for this to be over, it will be easy. But I ain’t ready. You can’t tell me you don’t miss me?” He walked me back, against the counter. His hands went to my hips, picking me up and placing me on top of the counter. “I ain’t gon’ lie I missed you,” Blaze muttered low, as his fingers rubbed against my chin. He tilted my head back and licked his lips.

  I shook my head at him as his mouth softly rubbed against mine.

  “Blaze, I’m not playing.” I hated how weak my voice sounded. My insides tightened as my eyes closed. That ache once again started.

  Blaze hummed as his lips pressed into mine.

  The feel of him I craved so bad. I wanted him, I couldn’t deny that any more. He made me weak and I hated him as well as myself for falling so damn hard.

  Blaze took my bottom lip between his teeth and pulled it into his mouth.

  You just like every other dumb bitch I fuck. Desperate and thirsty for a nigga to lie you that good shit then fuck you like he mean it.

  Those words screamed loud in my head. Pushing him back, I slapped him hard. “This ain’t no fuckin’ game to me! Do you not understand what I done lost because of yo ass? You knew how bad I wanted my fuckin’ job, but did you care? Hell no! If it’s inconvenient to yo ass you don’t give a fuck. As long as you getting yours, right?

  “I meant what I said, I’m fuckin’ done. Meaning, don’t call me, don’t talk to me, period. And we ain’t fuckin’, nothing!” I snapped at him. Trying to be hush wasn’t getting through to him. I really didn’t want King or Sam to hear us, but that mothafucka was acting like he couldn’t comprehend shit I was saying and it was starting to piss me off.

  “Why you doing this? Huh?” He questioned, staring hard at me? Letting out a heavy breath, I choose not to reply. “What you want me to do, Peaches, apologize? Will that make you feel better? Huh?” He asked, seeming frustrated.

  He got his fuckin’ nerve.

  “I don’t want you to say or do shit besides leave me alone. Why you actin’ like it’s hard? I mean, I wasn’t shit but a quick nut to you, right? Ain’t that what you said?” I asked, pushing him back once more only to have him stepping closer again, his hands going to my waist, pulling my body closer to his.

  “I said it, but that ain’t changing shit. Don’t no bitch pussy out here suck my dick the way yours do and I ain’t ready to let that shit go. I don’t know why the fuck you still holding onto what happened the other day.

  “The only way this can work is fah yo ass to let that go—” My fist just started flying hard, to the point where whacks were heard echoing throughout the bathroom. I was about to kill that mothafucka. From the shit that had just left his mouth, he ain’t give a fuck about me. He just wanted to fuck.

  I’m about to kill him.

  Chapter 3

  Peaches

  My fist pounded into his face and back, basically hitting anywhere. I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. It hurt so much to know he didn’t care for me, to know I was just another fuck for him.

  Not once did Blaze make an attempt to hit me back like he normally would. I honestly didn’t care, I just wanted to hurt him.

  Grabbing the glass cup off the counter, I smashed it into his head. I wanted to kill him! Never had I ever felt so hateful toward a person in my entire life.

  “Let me go!” I screamed as arms grabbed me from the side, pulling me away from Blaze, but I wasn’t letting his ass go. Gripping his shirt, I yanked him with me. I hit hard into the side of his face. I just wanted to hurt him. “You stupid bitch! I fuckin’ hate you!” Wrapping my legs around him, I kept hitting as I was being pulled back.

  “Peaches, let ’em the fuck go. The fuck is wrong with y’all? Peaches, let ’em go!” King yelled at me, but I wasn’t listening to him. I was literally trying to beat Blaze’s ass to death with my fuckin’ fists. Even with me punching him as hard as I was and dragging him, Blaze still didn’t swing back. But I didn’t care. “Peaches–”

  We suddenly went falling back as King tripped over something, making me lose my grip on Blaze. I lay on top of King, panting as I glared at Sam who was helping Blaze up. I went to get up, but King’s arms tightened around me. “Yo ass better calm the fuck down!” King snapped at me.

  “King, let me go!” My words came out in heavy pants. I tried to calm myself down, but I was just so hurt. No woman should be treated like this. And the fact that he was so nonchalant about the whole situation only added fuel to the fire that was set
ablaze inside of me. I had done lost so much and caught a fuckin’ body for him and he couldn’t care less.

  Once Blaze was up, he wiped the blood from his mouth before spitting on the hardwood floor. Staring at him, a part of me wanted to feel bad as I watched the blood run from his bottom lip as well as the cut on his right cheek. But that hurt part in me wouldn’t allow the remorse to seep through.

  Locking eyes with him, I saw that he didn’t look pissed like I expected him to, there was no emotion in his light brown eyes.

  “Feel better?” The question caught me off guard as Blaze stared down at me.

  “The fuck y’all fighting fah?” King asked while pushing me off him.

  “Stop, you black bitch!” I snapped at him. King turned around so fast I moved back.

  “Who the fuck you talkin’ to—” King started, but Blaze stepped in front of him, pushing him back.

  “Folks, chill,” Blaze told him before pulling me up to my feet. “You good?” He’s asking me that? I will never understand him. “I’m out, I got shit to do,” Blaze said, wiping his mouth again. “Peaches, I’ll see you later.”

  “B, hold up. What the fuck happened?” King asked, pissed off.

  “Just a misunderstanding. Hopefully, she cool now.” Without another word, but with a glance and a slight nod in my direction, he left.

  “Peaches, what the hell happened?” It was Sam who asked this time.

  “He’s a fuckin’ dick just like y’all. I hate all y’all asses!” I snapped before going into my room and slamming the door. Grabbing my purple suitcase, I started packing. I didn’t have to leave for Muncie until the day after, but I was getting the fuck out of Gary tonight. I didn’t want to let my mind wonder on the fight that just happened. I didn’t want to think it was his way of…

  I wasn’t going to think that, I hated him and I wanted it to stay like that.

  “Where the hell you going?” King asked as he walked into the room.