A Dangerous Love: Addicted To Him

by J Peach

  CHAPTER 7

  My group of girls, along with my brother and his friends, were still by the pool laughing, drinking, and smoking. Going over to them, I sat in Missy’s lap.

  “Damn, bitch, just come sit on momma’s lap.” Looking at Missy, I laughed.

  “Shut the hell up, so what I miss?” I asked, looking over at Ebony and King all hugged up like this morning hadn’t happened. Shaking my head at them, I leaned back on Missy.

  “You and Sly being reckless,” Missy whispered in my ear and I quickly turned to face her.

  “I know, like what the fuck? This shit stressing me out and it haven’t even started yet. I already know he gon’ flip the fuck out when he finds out and dude know the same fuckin’ thing. And he wanna play jealousy, talking ‘bout he don’t wanna hide no more. Miss, what the fuck am I gon’ do? King gon’ flip the fuck out, especially because it’s somebody he knows who’s doing some low shit,” I whispered to her as I shook my head. “This shit stressful.”

  “Baby, don’t stress over it, we got you no matter how it plays out. Peach, you can’t keep letting him run you, sweetie. This the age where you’re supposed to fuck up. I get he has your best interest, but sweetie, you have to live for you. Go out, find some random to pop that cherry then have a threesome.” I burst out laughing at Missy.

  “Ang, Kim, Ebony, y’all, why the fuck this bitch tryna tell me to have a damn threesome?” I yelled loudly while laughing.

  “Missy, you gon’ join in to teach me?” My lips formed into a pout as I asked.

  “Bitches, we can make this into a five-some gotdamn it. I wanna try it,” Kimmy said excitedly, getting off of Mike’s lap and coming to sit at the end of the lawn chair with me and Missy.

  “I’m with it,” Ebony said, holding up her cup.

  “Ang, what about you?” Angel’s face scrunched up and she shook her head.

  “I’m sorry, I ain’t eating nann one of you bitches pussies after y’all then fuck’d these dirty dick ass niggas. I’m cool. Missy, after that shit Kim said about yo bitch, nuh uh. Peaches, the only one I’ll fuck,” Angel said and I broke out laughing.

  “Y’all, now that she said that, I’m good too. Ugh!” I literally started shaking thinking about the niggas they fucked. “I can’t deal, no I can’t. Sorry, Missy, my cherry staying intact, ugh, though. Eating pussy after Mike, King, Mya and whoever Angel fuckin’, ugh, no. Now y’all got eating pussy in my head. Y’all nasty,” covering my face, feeling it go hot, I just started laughing all over again.

  “This bitch done turned ten shades of red, hell nall, y’all look.” Missy said, pulling at my hands. “Aw, baby, it’s okay. Come on, put yo face in my titties.”

  Pushing her away from me, I shook my head. “I can’t stand yo ass.” Even though I said that, I hugged Missy nonetheless.

  “Y’all bitches crazy, if y’all do decide on that, I wanna watch,” Mike spoke up, pounding Sam’s fist as he agreed with him.

  “On everythang, I’m there.” Taking Missy’s cup, I took a few sips of her Don Julio and orange juice.

  “Boss, I’ma beat all they ass if either one of them do that shit. That’s some incestuous shit—”

  “Missy already fuckin’ Peaches, so what you mean?” Ebony stated, cutting King off before laughing. “Missy, duck! He ‘bout to start shooting.” Again we broke out laughing.

  “You see why I told yo ass to stop hanging with these mothafuckas? Y’all bad influences on her. Peaches, sex is bad.” Ebony slapped the shit outda him once those words left his mouth. “Bitch, hit me again.”

  She did, harder that time.

  “How the fuck is sex bad when you can’t seem to keep yo little dick in yo fuckin’ pants?” Ebony snapped at him.

  “I plead the fifth,” King said, holding up five fingers.

  “That’s what the fuck you better had said, shorty whooped yo ass earlier.” Blaze spoke for the first time to the group.

  “Fuck you, B, ain’t nobody ask you shit.” King snapped in response, making Mike and Sam laugh.

  “Boss, she was tagging that ass, fuck’d my man up.” Mike laughed shaking up with Blaze. Covering my mouth I looked at my girls only to find them looking around at each other as well before we broke out laughing.

  “Ebony’s ass went straight beast on his ass. Peaches went to pull King off of her only to have that bitch drag his ass back down. She was on her back though, whoopin’ yo ass, King, that’s just sad.” Angel shook her head laughing.

  “Bitch, shut the fuck up. I let her do that shit. Fuck outda here. Ebony ass knows what’s up.” As King looked at Ebony, her lips twisted before she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “Y’all don’t tease him. Bae, we know what’s up. I mean sometimes I have to put hands to you.” King muffed Ebony, pushing her head back. “Stop, King, damn.” She laughed, straddling his legs then leaning forward, biting his bottom lip. Taking his snapback off, she covered their face. King’s free hand went to Ebony’s ass, pulling her up on him.

  Shaking my head, I looked away from them. Even though their relationship wasn’t perfect, just like Mike and Kim, they were cute together and Ebony really did balance him out.

  Leaning back on Missy, I crossed my legs. As I did that, she pushed me in my back slightly, making me go forward. Glancing at her, I saw that she nodded straight ahead. Following her gaze my eyes fell on Blaze staring at my legs. My head tilted to the side as I dropped my hand in front of my legs and began snapping my fingers. Once Blaze noticed my fingers, his eyes jumped to mine.

  He beckoned me to him with his index finger and I shook my head no before looking over at King then back to him.

  “Fuck, King, Come here.” My eyes widened slightly as he said that. That nigga was crazy. Shaking my head again, I looked away from him to Missy.

  “Missy—” she cut me off.

  “Don’t come whispering to me. You got three options, dreads, sexy caramel over there, or Sly. Seeing as you already know what Sly’s about, I’m rooting for sexy caramel. I’ll distract Sly and you go sneak off with him. Ebony got King distracted, so go,” Missy whispered, trying to push me off of her.

  “No, Missy. Stop, you damn fool.”

  “Peaches, let me holla at you for a minute.” Blaze called out again. Sighing, I turned to face him again, about to get up until Mya suddenly came, roughly pushing past Blaze and storming over like she had a purpose.

  “Oh, shit, Peaches, get up,” Missy cussed as Mya reached us. Once I got up off her lap, Mya walked up, yanking Missy by the arm and pulling her from the lawn chair.

  “Why the fuck you lie? Yo ass supposed to be at home,” Mya snapped.

  No this bitch didn’t. From what I heard she was supposed to be at home too. In fact, they were supposed to be at home together. What the fuck?

  “Mya, let me the fuck go. Bitch, I been here for two hours and you just now deciding to come say something to me? Get the fuck out my face, go back to that bitch you been hugged up with all fuckin’ night. Bye!” Missy snapped, muffing Mya’s head back with each final word.

  “Nuh uh, bitch, don’t be…” the girl that was with Mya yelled as she came rushing our way. I was already standing, so I was ready for that ass to try to run up. “…putting yo fuckin’ hands on her. Ahh!” She suddenly screamed as Blaze caught ol’ girl by her long weave ponytail and yanked her head back hard making her fall to the ground.

  “Nall, bitch. Watch where the fuck you going. Y’all some rude ass hoes,” he told her and my mouth fell to the floor.

  “Damn, B done snatched that bitch hair out!” Sam burst out laughing before taking the weave ponytail from Blaze. Ol’ girl looked beyond embarrassed as her facial features mirrored the shock of ours. Her mouth was slightly parted as she stared at Blaze in disbelief. “Damn, baby girl here,” Sam said, helping ol’ girl up while trying to push the ponytail back on her head.

  “Missy, let’s go!” Mya wasn’t even thinking about the girl who had just been trying to help her out. I d
on’t think she gave her a second glance as she tried pulling Missy.

  “Mya, let me the fuck go! Take yo ass over there and tend to the bitch that just got her weave snatched out,” Missy snapped, trying to push Mya off of her.

  “Mya, let’s go.” Ol’ girl called out, pulling away from Sam, going to Mya and grabbing her arm. Either she must not have been a fighter or she was very embarrassed because she wasn’t paying Missy, who could have harmed her at any time, any attention. “Bae, let’s just go,” she stated again.

  “Go sit yo ass over there until I’m done with her, damn!” Once again my mouth fell open.

  No she didn’t.

  “Mya—”

  “Didn’t I just say go sit the fuck down?” Mya yelled, pushing ol’ girl off of her. With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, she walked over to an empty chair and sat down. I wanted to slap the shit outda her for doing so. Ain’t no way in hell I would’ve done no shit like that. Missy laughed, shaking her head.

  “Peach, you ready to go?” I wasn’t, but I understood she wanted to get away from her.

  “Yeah, come on. Ang, you ready?” Angel shook her head, waving us off.

  “Y’all go on ‘head, I got a ride,” she said. “I’ll get my stuff tomorrow.”

  “Come on Miss—” Mya wasn’t letting her ass go, though.

  “Nall, hold on, Missy. Can we talk?” Mya asked again. Missy, realizing Mya wasn’t going to let her go, she agreed.

  “Peaches, give me a minute.” Snatching away from Mya, Missy started walking off with her in tow. Ol’ girl Mya was with just sat there watching the two of them walk away.

  “Damn, yo sister got these hoes in check,” Mike started laughing. “I need to get some pull from her ass.”

  “That’s what the fuck I’m thinkin’. Let me pull some shit like that, a nigga would be starting World War Three in this bitch,” King admitted with a shake of his head as he glanced over to ol’ girl. “Get up right quick.” He tapped Ebony’s legs and she got up. King stood, grabbing his snapback and put it on his head as he walked over to the girl, pulling his chair close and sitting next to her.

  After what he’d just said, it surprised me that he took his ass over there. Looking over at Ebony, she surprised me even more when she didn’t make a move to get up. She just sat there staring hard as hell while watching him.

  Rubbing my forehead, I flopped down in the chair Missy had occupied a couple of minutes ago. Scooting all the way back, I crossed my legs at the ankle, preparing myself for the drama I already knew was about to start. I hadn’t even gotten comfortable before Blaze came lifting my legs up and sitting them in his lap.

  “So, you gon’ play me all night?” My lips twisted as my head shook.

  “You was wrong for pulling her weave out,” I answered instead.

  “Shid, she was wrong for bumping into me, her and that other bitch. What I gotda do to get you to spend the night with me?” My brows rose at the seriousness in his voice.

  “Not be King’s friend—”

  “Fuck King! I told you that. He ain’t got shit to do with this. I’m tryna get at you, been tryin’. Shid, I’ve honestly been goin’ about it nicely if you ask me. I’m starting to get impatient, though,” that made me laugh. “Oh, that’s funny?”

  Nodding, I licked my lips. “Very. Don’t get me wrong, you’re very attractive and your lips are a bonus. Sexy, full, and when you lick ‘em, mmm, my damn. Even so, you’re not my type. I don’t wanna mess with King and from what I hear, you’re both one and the same.” Grabbing my waist, Blaze pulled me into his lap.

  “What’s yo type? Sly, hum? That nigga ain’t gold—” Cutting him of with my laugh, I shrugged my shoulders.

  “To be honest, I don’t care if he is or not. I mean he’s not my dude, like I said I work at his office.” What did he mean when he said Sly wasn’t gold? Last I checked he was single, only dirt he had on him was involving himself with King.

  “So, you kiss all yo employers?” His question caught me off guard for a second, causing my mouth to open then close like a fish. “Cat got your tongue?” Quickly composing myself, I bit into my bottom lip before raising a brow at him.

  “How hard were you watching me?”

  Humming, his hand came to my thigh. “It don’t matter, I saw.”

  “So what? A kiss is nothing to me, it’s a simple, meaningless gesture for me to see how good one works his mouth and tongue.” Leaning closer to him, my tongue flicked the rim of his bottom lip. “Daddy, you wanna show me how good your lips work?” Not giving him a change to reply, or myself to think about what I was doing, I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it then doing his top.

  “Oh, damn!” I heard someone say that had me pulling back as I mentally repeated the same thing. Oh, My Damn!’ His lips were so soft. Damn, I wanted to kiss him again and I was just about to when I heard.

  “Peaches, what the fuck are you doing?” At the sound of King’s deep, barbaric voice I jumped off of Blaze as if fire had been set to his lap.

  “Nigga, don’t say shit to her. Why you over there with that bitch!” Ebony snapped, jumping in front of me.

  “Man, shut the fuck up? I was seeing if she was straight.”

  Ebony slapped his ass.

  “Nigga, I don’t give a fuck if that bitch was bleeding to death, you ain’t have to take yo triflin’ ass over there. You know what, King? Boss, I ain’t even fuck’d up about yo dirty ass no mo. Just like you can slid into the next bitch, I can easily hop on another dick. Fuck—” King slapped her so fuckin’ hard my hand went to my cheek because I felt it.

  “You can hop on what?” He snapped, grabbing a hand full of her hair and yanking her up to his face. “I ain’t hear you. What the fuck you say you can hop on? Boss, say that shit again, Ebony.”

  “King, let her go. You act so fuckin’ stupid, I swear to God! You gon’ hit her when yo triflin’ ass just sat over there makin’ conversation with another bitch in her face,” I snapped, grabbing his arm.

  “Peaches, get the fuck off me,” King pushed me so hard I stumbled back on my heels. Thanks to Blaze, I didn’t fall.

  “King, I said let her go!” Pulling Ebony out of his grip, I pushed him back as he’d just done me. The only difference was that he didn’t stumble, hell, he didn’t budge.

  “You busted my lip,” Ebony said in a shocked tone. Rubbing her lips, she laughed. Reaching over me, she slapped him again. “Fuck you! I’m so done with you! I hope you have fun with that bitch!” With that she walked off and King didn’t follow after her like he usually did. Instead, he picked his hat up off the ground, hit it against his pants, then turning, heading back to ol’ girl.

  “King, you really gon’ do that?” I asked him.

  “Take yo ass home, Peaches,” he snapped at me.

  “You stupid as fuck and she’s just as dumb if she stays with yo triflin’ ass after this shit. You foul as hell, King, I swear.” For this reason right here is why I don’t want to be in a relationship. Niggas is just triflin’ for no reason.

  “Shut the fuck up and take yo ass home, don’t make me tell yo ass again.” To avoid getting into a fight with him, I snatched my jacket off of the lawn chair.

  “Fuck you, King.” With that I started walking away.

  “I don’t get a goodbye kiss?” Blaze called to me.

  Sticking my middle up in the air, I kept going. He was probably no better than King’s ass.

  Sexy or not, I was not going there with him. All of my brother friends were hoes and with him just getting out of jail, his ass was likely to jump in anything that walked.

  “Aye, this the last time yo ass walkin’ away from me. I’ll be seeing you again, sweetheart,” Blaze yelled to my retreating back.

  Ignoring him, I quickly made my way in the house to find Ebony. Once I found her, I pulled her into a hug.

  “E, don’t be crying over his ass. Baby, you can do so much better than him, I swear.” King was so fuckin’ stupid.

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p; “I’m good, let’s just go.”

  “Here, go to the car while I go find Missy.” After handing her my keys, I went in search of Missy. Going up the stairs, I went to the first bedroom only to find it empty. I continued looking through rooms until I came to the last one at the end of the hall. Knocking, I didn’t get a reply so I opened the door. “Oh, My—” slamming the door shut, I started laughing. Only Missy’s ass.

  Knocking on the door again, harder this time, I yelled, “Missy, we’re about to leave, boo. You good?” That was a stupid question seeing as Missy had Mya’s ass eating her pussy. I shook my head trying to shake the image from my mind.

  “Here I come!” Missy yelled with a moan from the other side of the door. I didn’t know if that was for me or Mya. A few minutes passed when all of a sudden I heard rustling in the room followed by Mya’s voice.

  “You’re really about to leave with her?” She asked, not sounding happy at all.

  “Yeah, I told you I’m done fuckin’ with you. This here was nothing. You ate my pussy because you wanted to, I didn’t ask. Now, let me the fuck go, that bitch somewhere around here waiting on you.” The door was snatched opened and soon after, Missy emerged. Looking at me, she held up her finger. “Don’t say shit.” Zipping my lips, I laughed. “Bitch, you stupid. Her ass think I’m playing. Peaches, I’m so done, I just can’t deal with a lying ass bitch and Mya’s ass is just that. Fuck her fo’ real,” she stated as we came down the stairs then out the front door.

  “So, was she good?” Looking at me, Missy nodded her head.

  “Yes, but not even that can make me stay with her ass. I’m serious as hell, Peaches.” I believed her.

  At that moment, her mind was made up. But who was to say that later on she wouldn’t go dipping back to the bullshit that was Mya.

  Seeing the shit my bitches went through made me not want to ever date.