A Dangerous Love: Addicted To Him

by J Peach

  “Thanks, mami. Come on, Ang, before she change her mind. Bye, Kim. Babe, we’ll see you at the party. Later Mikey, and happy birthday,” Missy called out, while dragging Angel out of my apartment.

  “I’m ‘bout to head out too, Peach. You cool alone with these two sexy men?” Kimmy asked, pointing to Sam then toward the kitchen. “I can stay, just let me get rid of him,” she tried to whisper as her head jerked in Mike’s direction.

  “Get fuck’d up, Kim,” Mike said, getting up and walking up to Kimmy.

  “Bae, you know I was playing,” looking back at me, she shook her head while mouthing No, I’m not.

  Laughing at her, I just smiled. “I think I can manage. I mean, what can really happen with King in the next room?” She hummed to that as her lips pursed together with a head nod.

  “Point. Alright, babe. I’ll see you later. Peach, don’t make me have to come back here to drag yo ass out this damn apartment. You better be there. Bitch, you know I will.” I knew she was telling the truth.

  “I’ll be there, promise.” I waved her off.

  “King, I’m out!” Mike yelled toward the back rooms as he grabbed Kimmy from behind, then whispered in her ear. Probably something sexual because her yellow ass turned red in the face.

  Mike let Kim go and then gave me a hug and kiss on my cheek. “You better show up, otherwise I’m with Kim on beatin’ yo ass.” He playfully threatened.

  My mouth twisted to the side and I pushed him away from me. “I’m coming, I promise. Now get out.” With a final wave, I watched them start down the stairs before I closed and locked the door.

  “You want something to drink? Here’s the remote if you wanna change the channel,” I told Sam while handing it to him.

  “Yeah, a beer’s cool.” Nodding, I walked in the kitchen where Blaze stood leaning against the counter. With a slight smile in his direction, I went to the fridge.

  “Mr. Blaze, what you want to drink?”

  “I already got my beer,” he said, holding up his bottle. “But can you grab me another one?” Grabbing two Heineken’s, I slid him one then took the other one to Sam. After giving Sam his beer, I went back into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of orange juice. “Yo shit always this full?” Blaze asked.

  “Full? You call this full? I’d hate to see what your definition of small is like.” Blaze let out a chuckle as he opened his second beer. “It’s probably like a person, no, I’ll give it two people. Anything above is a full house, huh?” I asked while sitting on the stool opposite him.

  “Something like that. So, where you work?” Taking a sip of my juice, I nodded my head. “What kind of work you do?”

  “I work at a clinic downtown,” I replied, not giving him the name of it just in case he did turn out to be crazy. “I know you’re just getting out, but what’s yo profession? Are you playing on going straight or…” I asked, letting the sentence hang out there for him to fill it in. Blaze picked up his beer then came around to my side, sitting on the stool next to me. Grabbing my orange juice, he took a long drink, only leaving just a swallow once he finished. Looking at the cup, I picked it up. “Oh, you just getting beside yo damn self. I offer you a drink and you just taking full advantage, huh?” I asked with a laugh.

  Taking the cup from me, he finished the rest.

  “You can finish that,” he gave me his beer and watched me. Probably trying to see if I’d drink it or not. Grabbing the bottle, I wrapped my lips around it then took a swig.

  “Now, answer my question,” smiling, he reached for the beer bottle, but I pulled it from his reach, finishing it off. “You were saying?”

  “What make you think I ain’t already straight?” Giving him a blank look, I rolled my eyes.

  “My brother doesn’t surround himself with straight dudes. Plus, if you were straight, I’m pretty sure we would’ve met before now. How long have you known King?” I asked, twisting the stool around so I was now facing him. Sitting up straight, I crossed my legs.

  Blaze’s eyes followed the movement, then continued to move up my bare thighs as he started talking.

  “’Bout sixteen years—”

  I cut him off with a shake of my head in total disbelief. “Yo ass most definitely ain’t straight. Sixteen years, really? Damn.” That was a long time, it puzzled me how we hadn’t crossed paths until this point. Something most definitely wasn’t right about him. Even so, for some odd reason, it didn’t bother me. I was attracted to him, learning that bit only added to my attraction.

  Blaze had a dangerous streak.

  “So, now that you’re free, what are your plans?” I asked.

  “I’m a straight dude. My plans, though? Shid, a little of this and that, you know,” he stated vaguely.

  I shook my head no, letting him know I didn’t understand. “Not really, but whatever it is can’t be good, which means my time will be wasted. Number three as to why you can’t get no play.” Licking my lips, I held up three wiggling fingers.

  Blaze laughed and stood, taking hold of my legs, he uncrossed them, then lifted me off of my stool and onto the counter.

  My breath got caught in my throat from a small, unexpected gasp.

  “That’s what yo mouth saying, I could always change yo mind.” His thick, pink tongue slid out then swiped across his full bottom lip before pulling the top one into his mouth.

  This unrecognizable grunt came from the back of my throat as I fought with myself not to jump on him.

  Letting out a shaky breath, my hands slid up the back of his shirt, I pulled him closer to me then dug my nails into his lower back as my tongue swiped over my parted lips.

  “You probably could and I’d probably let you.” Dragging my nails up his back, I moved even closer to him, bringing my face to the side of his, then slowly rubbing against him. “I believe we could possibly have hella fun together,” whispering in his ear. I bit then sucked on the lobe. Pulling back slightly, my lips traced along his jaw, until they were a few inches from his as I scratched across his back once again.

  Hearing him groan, I smiled while staring into his light brown eyes. “Mmm, we most definitely could if it wasn’t for the fact you’re King’s friend.”

  My tongue flicked over his bottom then top lip, making his mouth part. Our eyes tore apart for a second so I could glance down at his slightly parted lips, my eyes come back to his, my smile grew wider as I felt him become hard.

  My mouth moved to the corner of his, “And as I said, I don’t mess with my brother’s friends.” Removing my hands from under his shirt, I slid down off the counter, forcing him back. “It was nice talking to you again, Blaze.” Squeezing past him, I walked out of the kitchen with a little more sway to my hips. Without a second look back, I could feel his eyes on me.

  Going to the hall where the rooms were, I could hear Ebony and King fucking. Coming to the guest room, I started banging on the door.

  “Y’all asses should’ve took that shit somewhere else!” I yelled, hitting the door once again, but harder. “Turn on some damn music or gag that fuckin’ cat, damn!” I hated when they had sex in my house. Ebony’s ass always made these loud weird noises, sounding like a wailing banshee as well as a choking feline. I lived in a damn apartment, these old folks probably thought somebody was getting murdered.

  Going in my room, I slammed my door then plugged the iPod onto its dock and turned up Trey Songs as loud as possible. Once I tuned them out, I went to my closet in search of something to wear.

  Standing in the full length mirror, I took in my five feet, three, one hundred thirty-five pound self in my short royal blue dress with the flower cut, lace sides and back. The royal blue complimented my light brown skin and long straight sandy brown hair perfectly. Turning to the side, I smoothed down my dress as I stuck my butt out.

  I didn’t have a huge, ghetto booty, but a nice plump little something going on.

  “What the hell are you doing? And what the fuck you got on?” King asked, walking into my room without knock
ing.

  “Damn, I’m glad I had clothes on. Don’t yo ass know how to knock?” I snapped at King, already catching an attitude, I just he was about to start talking shit.

  “I did knock, you know you’re not wearing that. Put on some jeans or something.” King started to fuss, making me groan.

  “King, for real, ain’t nothing wrong with what I have on, so go on somewhere with that shit, damn.” He stood up off the bed, looking at me like I was crazy, making me laugh. King standing there with his glaring face with that wrinkle in the middle of his forehead was looking just like our father. “You look just like Dmitri’s ass standing there. King, I don’t want to argue with you, there’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing. I think I look good. I’m thinking about getting butt implants, get my Nicki Minaj on. What you think?” King started laughing before getting serious again.

  “Peaches, don’t bring yo ass to this party on that bullshit. I don’t wanna have to kill a mothafucka because you out there actin’ hot and shit.” Letting out an irritated breath, I rolled my eyes as I combed through my long, sandy brown hair. “Peaches, I’m serious as fuck, yo. Don’t bring yo ass to this party doing that shit you be on. I don’t wanna have to beat yo ass, but I will. You understand me?” Finishing with my lip liner, I put on some clear lip gloss, rubbing my lips together then popping them. “Peaches—”

  “I hear you, damn. No getting head from a random at this party, check. Anything else, Dad?” Sliding the big black oval shape ring on my index finger, then grabbing my black chain with the royal blue spike brass knuckles, I clamped it around my neck.

  “Baby girl, I ain’t tryna run yo life, I’m just lookin’ out for you, is all. I know how niggas out here are. They’ll see a pretty, educated female like you and see dollar signs. They either gon’ try leeching off of you or try to bring you down and I don’t want that, you understand? So, if I gotda be the dick of a father to make sho yo head straight, then so be it. I don’t want this life for you.”

  Sighing, I sat on the bed, slipping on my royal blue, Sergio Rossi, suede, swirl pumps. Glancing at King, I rolled my eyes at him before laughing.

  “I know, but you should know that I wouldn’t let that happen. I know what my priorities are and what I have to do to see them through. You just have to trust me, Ha’Keem. If I make a mistake so be it, let me make it and learn from it. Plus, I wouldn’t trust any nigga’s mouth that showed up at Mike’s party, ugh.” Laughing, King grabbed my black, leather jacket, helping me put it on.

  “I’ight, Peaches. I’ma fall back a bit, but the first time you step outda line, I’m beatin’ yo ass.” Zippering up my jacket, I once again rolled my eyes at him.

  “You do know I’m twenty-four and not fourteen right?”

  King waved me off and shrugged. “It don’t matter how old you are, you gon always be my baby girl.” King was such a sucker when it came to me, tough dude my ass.

  “Hey, what’s Blaze’s story?” He stopped in his tracks before blocking my way out of my room’s door.

  “Stay the fuck away from him! He’s crazy, Peaches. He my nigga, but he crazy as fuck.”

  The seriousness in his voice and eyes had me laughing out of pure humor. “For you to say some shit like that about somebody is like Lucifer calling Abaddon a saint.” King muffed my head back, and I punched him in the stomach.

  “Peach, I’m serious. Stay away from Blaze, I done already told him the same thing. You don’t want to date me. If I had to name anybody in comparison to me, it’s him.” From the serious look that came to his face, once again I knew he wasn’t joking.

  “So, he’s a dog ass nigga with hella bitches, baby mommas and all that?” That disappointing feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I asked the question.

  “Nall, he ain’t got no kids or hoes. B don’t really chase after chicks—” King was in the middle of saying until I started waving my hands cutting him off.

  “Wait, if he’s not a hoe, then why can’t I talk to him?” King looked like he wanted to slap the shit out of me.

  “You making this hard, Peach. Point is, he’s the type of nigga I don’t want you to fuck with.

  I told him not to fuck with you, but knowing that nigga, he ain’t gon’ listen. He been askin’ ‘bout you since that night at Voodoo’s.” King explained.

  Even though my head nodded in understanding, on the inside I felt kind of giddy.

  “Okay, stay away from Blaze, check. What about Sam?” King shook his head before turning off my room’s light.

  “Stay away from him too, that’s Blaze’s dude. He a cool cat, but Blaze’s already asking questions about you, it’ll only cause problems,” King explained, making me sigh.

  “Crazy or not, Blaze is sexy. Well, can I play with him?” Once I said that, he slapped me in the back of my head, hard.

  “Oww, you son of bitch! I was just playing, damn!”

  “Well, don’t fuckin’ play…” he said, trailing off as he grabbed his ringing phone. “Yeah, I’m at Peaches crib, I’ll be there in a minute, just be ready.” Knowing it was Ebony on the phone, I laughed shaking my head. After their apparent make up sex and King’s triflin’ ass spittin’ whatever lies he told her, Ebony forgave him which I knew was going to happen. I just didn’t understand her. After doing all the cussin’ and fighting, knowing he was a cheater, she still took him back only to have him do it all over again.

  Once he hung up the phone, I stared at him as I went to open the front door. “Didn’t you just leave her ass?” I asked him.

  After King and Ebony finished talking and making up, they left. He dropped her off at home so she could get ready for the party and he returned by me.

  “Shut the fuck up. I was supposed to go pick her ass up, but I came here first. Knowing her dumbass she ‘bout think I’m with a bitch.”

  My hand paused on the doorknob as I looked at him like he was stupid. My mouth opened and then closed, trying to form the right words to say to him, but the knocking on the door stopped me.

  Choosing not to reply to his ending sentence, already knowing he’d get pissed off from bringing up earlier events, I opened the door.

  “Why you bitches banging on my door like y’all the laws? When the both of you have keys?” Angel and Missy just laughed, following behind me. Walking back into the living room, I grabbed my hand bag then my Ruger off of the table, putting it in my purse.

  “What the fuck did I just say? I’m at Peaches’ crib. Man, shut the fuck up and be standing at the fuckin’ door, I’m on my way,” King snapped before hanging up the phone once more. “Peaches, I’m out. I’ll see you at the party, don’t forget what I said.”

  “King, get out my damn house before I call Ebony asking have she seen you.” Missy and Angel laughed while King mugged me. “You gon’ keep on and one day she going to get tired of all yo shit and leave. Given she’s the best thing that’s happened to you, I don’t want that to happen. But seeing as she’s my best friend, I don’t want her to be treated like shit either. I hope she comes to her senses soon and be done with yo triflin’ ass. King, you not right at all for how you do her, she can do so much better than you,” I told him as I locked my apartment door.

  “Sure the fuck can, I mean if you gon’ cheat then let her go. She can do bad by her damn self or find a man that’s gon’ treat her right,” Angel agreed, bumping into King, bypassing him.

  “Shut the fuck up! Ain’t nobody ask none of y’all shit. Ebony ass ain’t going nowhere because I don’t cheat.” Missy slapped the shit out of King on his neck from what he just said. “Missy, bitch, make me beat yo ass,” he threatened, but she wasn’t fazed. She simply rolled her eyes.

  “You don’t cheat? Get that bullshit outda here. Don’t worry about it, though. Keep doing you. I got my bitch set up, fuck you triflin’ ass hoods.” Missy quickly hopped in my car, closing and locking the door.

  “You got her set up? What the fuck you mean?” King snapped, jerking on my car door, trying to get to Missy. “Yo
u hook her up with anybody, boss, I’m beating the fuck outda you and I put that on the graves of my nigga.” King was really pissed at the thought of Ebony being with somebody else.

  “King, stop snatching on my damn door like you stupid. Go get Ebony and we’ll see y’all at Mike’s.” Not waiting on his reply, I got in after Angel. Once inside, we started laughing.

  “Missy, he gon kill yo ass. You know he don’t play when it comes to Ebony trying to cheat,” Angel said, laughing. “Peach, roll yo window down.” Doing as asked, I let my window down. Once I did, I smelled it.

  “Damn, Ang, you couldn’t do that shit before you got here?” I wasn’t pissed or anything, I just didn’t care too much for weed smoke.

  “Sorry, Peach, but I have to get right on the way, otherwise I’d be lazy as hell,” Angel replied. “Here, Miss,” leaning across the seat, Miss kissed me on the cheek.

  “Sorry, babe,” laughing at her stupid self, they started smoking, passing the blunt back and forth. Turning up the radio, we made our way to the party.

  CHAPTER 6

  Parking at the empty house across the street from Mike’s, we got out, locking our purses in the truck before approaching the two-story brick house.

  “Look at this shit, it ain’t even ten yet and niggas out here dirty,” I commented, looking at the group of niggas pissy drunk in the front yard with a few bitches in the middle of them.

  “Train! Three niggas to a bitch,” Angel’s high ass spoke loudly, making us laugh. From the looks of it she was ‘bout right. Those niggas/bitches had no shame to their shit.

  “Oh, hell nall, look at this shit,” Missy said, stopping in her tracks as she spotted Mya leaning against a silver Nissan Altima in some bitch’s face whispering something before kissing her. Mya was so busy in ol’ girl’s face that she didn’t even see or hear Missy. “Lying bitch told me she wasn’t even gon’ be here. So, this why she ain’t want me here? I’m done, fuck that hoe. Y’all hurry up in the house before she sees me.” Quickly walking to the front door and opening it, Missy stopped once again. “Can I have this?” She asked some random dude for his beer. Not even waiting on his reply she just took it, then threw the glass bottle toward Mya and ol’ girl. The bottle didn’t even reach them, but it got their attention no less.