A Dangerous Love: Addicted To Him

by J Peach

  Having the accident sobered me up and my shock was fading. I looked at the damage, realizing it wasn't that bad. The scratch wasn't bigger than a pinky nail. "I need a drink," I said. King turned toward me and slapped the shit out of me in the back of my head. "King —"

  "If you fix yo mouth to ask why I hit you, I’ma do it again. Nall, fuck that, I should take off my damn belt an put it to yo ass. In fact, let me see you with another drink and I’ma do just that. Dramatic ass, give me yo damn keys. I need to smoke behind this shit, let’s go." After snatching my keys from my hands, he hopped in his truck, parking next to me before pulling out a blunt.

  "Fuck you, King," I mumbled more to myself. I was about to turn around when I saw his passenger side window roll down.

  "What you say?" He yelled and I quickly turned away.

  "Nall bitch, don't run now. She said ‘Fuck you!’" Ebony’s drunk ass yelled while sticking up her middle finger. "So, we’re not speaking now, King?" She asked with an attitude.

  "I'm hungry and I wanna swim." I told them while pushing what just happened to the back of my mind.

  "Yo drunk ass gon’ drown, but I'll get in if you really want to swim." Missy said, pulling off her shirt, revealing a cute hot pink one piece with the sides out and ties around her back and neck.

  "Sexy, aren't we? Where you get that from?" I asked as I admired the diamond shaped material that covered from her pelvis to her chest, then it formed into a thin bikini top with diamond shaped patches only covering her nipples.

  "Mya, I mean my aunt. Yeah my aunt saw this and got it." My brow rose at her explanation, causing her face to go red again as she cleared her throat. “Anyway, it's Piink La La by this new designer, Piink. You know them underground workers got that hot shit. I can give you her number if you want, she make all type of stuff," she told me while looking over her shoulder, seeming embarrassed because of her slip of Mya’s name. Rolling my eyes, I looked at the other girls.

  "Hey, we’re about to go swimming. Y'all coming?" With hell no's and y'all bitches gon’ drown being thrown at us, I grabbed Missy's hand, walking to the beach. Once there, I took off my shorts and shoes before pushing Missy down and then running into the water, laughing.

  "I'm gon kick yo ass, Peaches. You better run!" She yelled and it wasn't long before my head went under the water as I heard Missy's booming laughter. Breaking back through the surface, we started splashing each other before I made a dumb dramatic jump for her, missing completely. Maybe I wasn't as sober as I thought. Missy pulled me up and we started laughing all over again. "Let’s get out before you drown us both." Missy laughed, but I stopped her from moving once I noticed Mya looking our way.

  "Miss, do you like Mya, you know like fo' real?" I asked, making her face go red.

  "No, it was only once—"

  Waving my hands, I cut her off. "Don't lie to me. You’re one of my best friends going on thirteen years now. If you like Mya then you do, but you know how she is." Looking over her shoulder, she stared at Mya before looking back at me.

  "I guess we've been kicking it a lot these past three months, but she still be fucking with these bitches and when we’re around folks she be acting like I'm just her little sister's friend, nothing more. Which is why I still do me, but it's messed up because my dumbass don’ caught feelings for that hoe," she said as I pulled her to me again, noticing Mya staring at us hard.

  I didn’t think Missy was the only one who caught feelings.

  "Because you’re my bitch, I'm going to help you out," I said while pulling her to me.

  "What you mean, help? Peaches, stop pulling me," Missy said, wiggling out of my hold.

  Sighing, I grabbed her arms, bringing them around my neck. "Shut up and just kiss me before I change my damn mind," I told her, and the crazy look she gave had me laughing out.

  "Just because I like Mya doesn't mean I like all girls. It's just her," Missy said with a serious expression.

  "I think she shares your feelings, so why not make her jealous? Plus, Sam, Blaze and some other dudes is looking over here, staring pretty damn hard. Why not give them a show? I need a good squirt and I'm thinking some random guy with sexy lips is just what I need," I explained truthfully as I glanced around noticing quite a few dudes looking our way. I could’ve used Blaze for the same thing, but hearing what I heard earlier, I was cool on him. Even though he was fine as hell, it wasn’t worth it. The same with Sam, there was a reason King hadn’t introduced us.

  "Are we going to kiss or not?" Missy started laughing as she looked over her shoulder once more.

  "Fine, but you didn't have to ask like that. Okay," she said before pecking my lips then pulling away.

  "Who the hell are we going to make jealous with that? Bitch, kiss me like you would Mya," I told her, smiling hard for anyone who would think the peck had me smiling.

  "Fine, Peach. Damn, this nasty, man, you like my sister," she said, stalling.

  "Bitch, shut up and kiss m—" My words got cut off as her lips came crashing on mine. After a few seconds Missy's hand tangled in my hair as she tilted my head to the side.

  "Open your mouth," she said between pecks.

  "Bitch, no. This is fine." I replied moving my head from one side to the other, making it look good. Apparently though, it wasn't good enough for Missy as one of her arms left my neck and she suddenly grasped my ass, squeezing, causing me to gasp in a breath. She took that as her chance, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I’m going to beat her ass. We were pulled apart moments later by the water that was splashed all over us, causing squeaks to leave our mouths.

  "You bitch!" I squeaked out automatically as Missy started laughing.

  "Sorry about that. Can you throw it back, please?" Some chick asked, pointing at the volley ball that caused the splash. Grabbing the ball, we walked back toward the sand.

  Looking at the girl, I realized that she didn't look sorry if that smile on her face was anything to go by. "I don't think you are, so if you want your ball, go get it," I said before throwing the ball back into the water. "Let's go," grabbing my shorts and shoes and then Missy's hand, we started walking.

  "Bitch, you got me fuck'd up if you think I'm getting that ball. You better get yo ass over there and go get it," the chick had the nerve to yell.

  "Bitch, Fuck you!" Sticking up my middle finger, I kept walking. “Yo dumbass shouldn’t have thrown it, ignorant ass hoe.”

  "You stupid, Peaches, she gon’ get you," Missy said, laughing as we spotted the others sitting on the beach.

  "You better be worried about Mya, she looking mad as hell-oh!" Stopping midsentence, remembering what she did, I slapped the back of her head.

  "What the hell, Peaches?"

  Looking at Missy, I glared up at her. "That's for sticking your damn tongue in my mouth, you hoe," I whisper/yelled, making her laugh.

  "You loved it and probably dying to do it again." Pushing away from her, I walked to the others, laughing.

  Making it over to them, I sat next to King, leaning my head against his arm.

  "I'm sorry I scared you," I whispered to him, I knew he was pissed even though I didn't mean it as a joke. But I understood the seriousness he took behind it because it was how our parents died. When he didn't say anything I let out a sigh. "King—"

  "Don't do no shit like that again or I’ma kill yo ass myself," he said while glancing down at me. "I still can't believe you did that, Peach. You was crying hard as hell because of a barely there scratch. I can't breathe King, how I’ma fix this?

  "Stop!" I whined as he started mimicking me, making everyone laugh. "I was over my limit tipsy and overreacted, okay. It'll never happen again." Blaming the alcohol was my explanation.

  "It better not," King said before muffing my head to the side.

  "No, y'all asses should've seen her fall to the ground when she seen the scratch, shit was too funny," Angel laughed out. "So, you buying lunch tomorrow? I’m thinking I want some Joe's Crab Shack. Their snow crab legs be the shit."r />
  Rolling my eyes, I turned to King before punching him in the arm. "Give me my damn money for my hot polish sausages and beers y'all asses ate and drank," I snapped while holding my hand out.

  "Missy, let me talk to you for a minute," I heard Mya say as she pushed herself up off the sand. A small smile came to my lips as my eyes locked with Missy's and she winked before getting up as well.

  "Man, gon’ with that. Yo ass always got yo hand out," King said, slapping my palm.

  Muffing him, I got up and stood in front of Sam and Blaze. "Y'all know that was wrong, especially after I made breakfast for y'all. Come on now." Bringing up breakfast had King shaking his head.

  "I've only known you for a couple of hours and you done managed to get forty bucks out of me. My main hoe can't even get that," Sam said, handing me a twenty.

  "You got me feeling special. Just for that, I may make you breakfast without charge." My lips twisted to the side, my expression saying yeah right.

  I looked at Blaze. "You…" Blaze licked those sexy lips of his, damn. His light brown eyes were sucking me in and I was finding it hard to focus on what he was saying. Hell, my mind went blank as I watched his lips move, causing my stomach to tighten.

  Damn, I needed some head before I lose all rational thoughts and jump on this damn man.

  Why he have to be crazy, though?

  "Peaches!" King’s hard voice had me jumping out of my thoughts. He was able to read the stare he brought me out of. I cleared my throat as I tore my eyes from the tempting sex on legs named Blaze.

  "So, let’s go dance," I told my girls while pulling King up.

  "You don't want my money?" Blaze asked, holding his cash up.

  With a shake of my head, I pulled King toward a group of folks who were dancing as I replied. "Keep it for a rainy day." Blaze laughed at me, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get far away from him.

  But the idea was short lived. After five long songs, I was thirsty and went to the little table, grabbing a bottle of water. Only to turn around and bump into Blaze.

  "So, you’re following me now?" I asked him.

  "Damn, why you got to be so harsh? A nigga can't get a drink without being accused of stalkin’?" He asked while grabbing a beer from the cooler.

  A smile came to my lips and I gave a little nod. “Okay, my bad. Well, I'll be nice," I replied, about to walk away, but he caught my wrist.

  "Why you rushing, little bit? You can't talk to me?"

  "We were talking, now we’re done unless you have something else to say." I stated, pulling my wrist from his grip.

  "Man, chill with that fuck ass attitude. I ain't did shit to yo ass but try and talk to you."

  It was me, and maybe I shouldn’t have been judging him off of a rumor.

  "I don't have an attitude. And you right, you’ve done nothing to me. I just try not to associate myself with King’s friends, you know. But if you want to talk, then we can. I mean, I'm still standing here aren't I?" I said, leaning against a table.

  "You’re a mean little thing."

  Here I’m trying to be nice and he insults me.

  "What I tell you about that mouth of yours? Keep on I'm going to put your lips to work, no lie." I couldn't help myself with that head comment, but did he really have to keep referring to me as little something? Blaze let out a deep laugh.

  "I just got out, ain't had none in two years, don't tease me, sweetheart." He bit into his bottom lip as his eyes roamed over me.

  "Daddy, it ain't even like that. I don't tease, if I feel that yo lips can give me a good squirt I'm going to offer you a taste. And that’s all that's going to happen, me letting you get a taste. Nothing more, nothing less. Meaning there’s no sucking, fucking, or whacking of any kind on my part. But as I just told you, I don’t mess with King’s friends, so ignore everything I just said.” With that I walked away, going back to my group.

  While dancing with Kimmy, I could feel eyes on me. Discreetly, I looked around, but didn’t see anyone. Even so, the nagging of someone’s stare was heavy. One more glance around and my eyes locked with his.

  He was standing in the same spot I’d left him in a few moments prior. With a smile and slight way, I turned away from him.

  I felt Blaze’s eyes on me, but I simply ignored him as I enjoyed the rest of my night with my bitches.

  CHAPTER 4

  “Today’s Mike’s birthday and he’s having a party. Are y’all going to come?” Kimmy asked us a week later as she came back into the living room and sat on the couch with a cup of water in her hand. “I do not wanna be there like some damn stalker watching over his dirty ass.”

  We hardly went to parties unless it was a friend or family thing because folks were crazy and there was a ninety percent chance some ignorant ass person would be shooting. Even though Mike was a friend, he didn’t live in the safest neighborhood. So, hearing he was having a party, I was kind of sketchy about going.

  “How the hell is you gon’ be considered a stalker when that’s yo nigga? That’s an automatic invite,” Angel stated, rolling her eyes before she started dancing like the fool she was. “But you know I’m in that thang. Conceited and all, that nigga can throw a party. Plus, I’m man hunting, so I’m there,” Angel said way too excitedly, making us laugh.

  “Right, you man hunting and you choosing one of Mike’s parties to hunt at? That’s disastrous, Angel, fo’ real. Half the niggas there probably already have girlfriends they didn’t bring and/or they married trying to be on some low shit. We talking about Mike, he don’t associate himself with nobody good. Shid, half his friends probably burning too, you never know. Mike ass probably burning—” Kimmy hit me as I said that.

  “Bitch, no, he’s not. I takes that ass to the clinic every other week. That’s my bae and all, but I know his ass triflin’, if he wants to keep fuckin’ with me it’s a must, which he knows. Mike ain’t fuckin’ these hoes raw, he know better. I’d kill his mothafuckin’ ass if he bring me some shit back.” Kimmy said seriously. There was a hint of an attitude in her voice, which I paid no attention to. Mike was a hoe, we all knew that, but Kimmy was crazy about him for some strange reason.

  Yeah, he was sexy with his light brown skin and green eyes with brown specks in them. His six foot frame, wave faded hair, that chinstrap beard and penciled mustache, Mike was cute, no doubt about it. But he still was a hoe. What Kimmy really saw in him was beyond me.

  “Bitch, no need for attitudes. You know if yo coochie burning or smelling or not—” I burst out laughing, cutting myself off as Kimmy jumped on me, whacking me with a pillow.

  “Fuck you, my pussy not burning nor does it stank. Wanna smell it?” Pushing Kimmy off of me, still laughing, I shook my head.

  “I was just playing, then again, Missy, smell her." Missy threw a pillow at me, rolling her eyes, making me laugh more.

  "See, this why I didn't want to tell y'all ass about Mya," Missy stated with an attitude, making us all laugh.

  "Now, you know I was just playing. If you like to play with cat then you do. So what? If you thought a joke or three wasn't going to come then that's your fault, hoe. You know us, well me. So lose the attitude and come smell Kim's pussy to see if it stank," Angel and Ebony started laughing as both Missy and Kimmy jumped on me, whacking me with the couch pillows.

  "I can't stand yo ass, you get on my damn nerves. I don't know why you trying to make me smell that funky shit—" Missy started saying until Kimmy gasped out loud, making us burst into a fit of laughter at her reply

  "Oh, bitch. No the fuck you didn't when yo ass done tasted every lesbian's pussy in Gary. I mean, seeing as you’re fuckin’ with Mya's hoe ass who done tongued every bitch pussy around and fuck'd these hoes with the same damn strap she fucked you with. Bitch, you should be the last one saying shit. In fact, is that a sore on your gums?" Kimmy asked, getting in Missy’s face. We all just started ganging at that, me more so than them.

  "Ugh, I kissed her! I knew my gums were hurting." Missy hit Kimmy befo
re muffing me.

  "See, that's where you’re wrong. I bring my own toys and I don't suck the strap, I only fuck it." Laughing at Missy’s relaxed demeanor as she said all that, hell, I believed her.

  "Okay, enough about the pussy and dicks y'all getting and about Peaches obvious none dick or pussy getting ass. Are we going to this party?" Ebony asked, looking directly at me. I didn't mind going to Mike's party, but it really wasn't worth the drama I thought it might bring.

  "I'm with Angel, I'm hunting tonight too, so I'm going." Missy said, dancing in her spot on the couch.

  "See, these bitches going to be hoes. Which means I'm going to be left alone. Kimmy gon’ be in Mike's ass the whole time. Peaches, please come, you don't never do shit. You can't keep letting King control your every move, damn. You got to live your life just like he does. Bitch, yo ass is grown and it’s about time you start acting like it," Ebony snapped.

  That was easier said than done. I didn't mind going to Mike's party, but it wasn't worth the fight between King and I.

  "Bitch, how you gon be alone when King's going to be there?" Ebony rolled her eyes at my question before replying.

  "You going, I don't give a fuck if I have to drag yo ass out this apartment naked, you're coming." I didn’t even reply back to her. What was the point when I knew King wasn’t gon’ let me go to that damn party? It was funny saying let when I was grown.

  “Yeah, Peach, you got to stand up to King sooner or later. Yo ass gon’ be thirty and lonely singing the same damn song. Look, all of us going to be there, so if he tries starting some shit we can jump his ass. I wanna lay hands to him anyways, so you might as well take yo yellow ass in the room and start looking for something to wear,” Angel added, tossing a pillow at me. She was right, it was about time I started standing up to King, but I knew that even doing that he would still end up winning.