Once I reached the living room, I saw Semaj walk up to Jerome, blocking his path into the house and whispering something into his ear. I don’t know what he said, but whatever it was had Jerome rearing his fist back.
God, I hope these niggas don’t start fighting in my house was all I could think about as I braced myself against the wall.
Semaj
A smirk spread across my face when I opened up JaNair’s door.
“Nigga, what the fuck you doing answering my girl’s door with no clothes on?” Jerome screamed.
This fuck boy was always so extra with shit. I shook my head as I looked him up and down. The way his eyes narrowed and he balled his hands into a fist had me chuckle a bit.
“As you can see, my nigga, I have on some clothes,” I said pointing to my opened button-down and Rock Revival jeans that were hanging off of my ass. “So you have nothing to worry about. Now when I answer this muthafucka with no clothes on . . .” I trailed off.
The look he had on his face had me dying on the inside. I can tell that this nigga was all bark and no bite. If this situation was the other way around, we would’ve been locking arms already.
“JaNair!” he yelled as he tried to step inside the house. I walked up and blocked his path.
“Nigga . . . You need to get out of my way! JaNair!” he yelled again.
I stood there with my arms crossed and legs apart. I wasn’t moving shit. If he wanted to come in here, he’d have to move me out of the way. I didn’t know what JaNair was doing, but she needed to hurry up and get her ass out here before I fucked her little boyfriend up.
I licked my lips. The sweet taste of JaNair’s nectar still lingered on them. If she feels anywhere near as good as she tastes, I’d probably have to dead this nigga to make her mine.
“Semaj?” I heard her low voice call out from behind me.
When I turned around, she had one arm against the wall while her other arm looked as if it was cradling her side.
“You OK?” fuck boy and I asked at the same time. I cut my eyes at him, then turned my attention back to JaNair.
“Yeah, I’m good.” She was lying. “I just need my pain pills.”
While my back was turned, Jerome slipped his ass into the house.
“Where they at?” he asked as he rushed to her side, putting all of her weight on him.
“I’ll get them,” was all I said as I walked over to the table I’d placed them on earlier.
The look on Jerome’s face was priceless. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. When I came back into the living room, this nigga was helping her onto the couch.
I laughed. It was funny watching his ass try to act as if he cared.
I gave JaNair her pills and water and sat on the couch across from her.
“Uh, my nigga, you can leave. Her man is here now.”
I looked at JaNair. The expression on her face wasn’t giving off the vibe that she felt the same way, so I didn’t know what to do.
“Uh . . . I know you heard what I just said. You can go.”
I shook my head and smirked. This dude was really trying to test my patience.
When I looked over at JaNair again, her eyes didn’t connect with mine this time. She had them closed with her head back on the pillow.
Wow! I thought as I stared at her for a few more seconds. Not saying anything else, I nodded my head and stood up. I can admit that I was in my feelings about her not speaking up and letting this fuck boy dismiss me like he did, especially after the connection we just had.
“I’ll get up with you later, Jay,” I said as I kissed her on the cheek. That peach scent she always smells like invaded my nose and took over any rational thoughts I had. Closing my eyes and counting to ten was the only way I was able to fight off the urge to stick my tongue down her throat.
I finally pulled back. “Call me if you need anything, sexy face.”
She looked up at me with a small smile on her face and nodded.
Jerome’s bitch ass had the nerve to bump into me on the way out. I just laughed and kept on going.
Walking into my aunt’s house, I slammed the door behind me and went straight to the kitchen table. The weed I had in my pocket was now lying in front of me, and I started to break it down. I needed to roll up something real fast to calm my nerves.
I was just about to fill my lungs up with that good Cali Kush when I heard my aunt’s voice boom from behind me.
“Nigga, I know you done lost your damn mind! You know you don’t smoke in my house.”
“C’mon, Auntie, I just need to hit it a few times.”
Her eyebrows scrunched. “What’s wrong with you, Semaj? Ahhhh, hell, I hope you didn’t get that little ratchet-ass girl pregnant again.”
“Huh? Hell, no! Why would you say that?” I went to light the blunt again, but she smacked the lighter out of my hand.
“Because the last time you lost your mind and tried to smoke in my house, you found out she was pregnant with baby girl.”
I nodded as the memory of that day flashed through my mind. I hated that I got Tasha pregnant, but I didn’t regret having my daughter.
“So?”
“So what?” I asked coming back from my thoughts.
“Is she pregnant?”
“Hell, naw!” She cut her eyes at me. “I mean . . . no, Auntie. Me and Tasha don’t fu . . . have sex anymore.”
She laughed. “OK, Semaj, tell that to her mouth and your dick.”
I shook my head and chuckled. My aunt was a God-fearing woman, but she always had some slick shit to say.
“If that’s not what has you all riled up, then what is it?”
My aunt and I talked about a lot of things, so I didn’t have any problem with filling her in. I went on and told her everything that has been going on with JaNair and me. From the times we were getting to know each other, to the time we kissed for the first time in the garage. I also told her about everything that happened earlier, including Jerome’s bitch ass.
“So what you gonna do?” she asked as she started opening cans of string beans.
I wiped my hands down my face.
“What can I do, Auntie? She has a man who ain’t shit, but I’m not gonna tell her that. She needs to figure that out on her own. I already told her how I felt, but she hasn’t said anything about that either. I don’t know what to do.”
I stood up from the table and headed toward the patio. I really needed to smoke.
“If and when JaNair comes to me, I want it to be because she wants to, not because I or someone else made her.”
My aunt wiped her hands on her apron and checked the smothered chicken that she had baking in the oven.
“Semaj, sometimes you have to just let people be. JaNair is a smart girl, and I’m pretty sure she’ll do what she feels is right for her. Just keep being there for her as a friend, and whatever this is y’all have between y’all will fall into place when it’s time.”
I looked at my aunt through the sliding screen door that I was standing in front of. As the smoke from my blunt filled my lungs, I couldn’t help but to give a little thanks to God for her. I don’t know where I’d be if it wasn’t for my aunt, Shirley. She was more of a mother to me than my own sorry-ass mother was.
“Did you hear me, J?”
I snapped back from my thoughts again. “Naw, Auntie, what did you say?”
“Boy, that girl has your ass all the way sprung, and all you did was taste her goodies. I hate to see what happens once you actually get them.”
I couldn’t do anything but laugh at her crazy ass.
“Dinner will be ready in a minute,” she said as she took the chicken out of the oven. “Oh, and, Semaj, I hope JaNair does come to her senses soon. She’d be a fool to pass my baby up.”
I smiled at her and then put the rest of my blunt out on the bottom of my shoe. Dinner smelled good, and I was hungry as hell.
After I polish off a few plates, I’ll hit JaNair
up to make sure she’s good. If that bitch-ass nigga is gone, I might even ask her for another helping of dessert.
Jerome
“So what’s up with that, Jay?”
“What are you talking about, bae?”
“What am I talking about?” I stood up from her couch and paced the floor for a minute.
I needed to get the anger that was building up inside of me under control. The audacity of this nigga answering her door with barely any clothes on was still fucking with my mental. Then JaNair’s ass wants to sit here and act like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.
Once I finally calmed down, I went and sat back down next to her.
“You fucking that nigga or something?” I didn’t want it to come out as harsh as it did, but I couldn’t help it. Just thinking about that nigga touching what was supposed to be mine had me getting mad all over again. I know I probably shouldn’t be upset because of the things I’ve done with Mya and LaLa, but I couldn’t help it. I love JaNair with everything in me, and I had plans of making her my wife one day.
“Jerome, please don’t start this shit again,” she said, trying to sit up. “I told you before that Semaj and I are just friends.”
I looked into her eyes but couldn’t tell if she was lying or not. She had the same blank expression she always has whenever I ask her about that snake-head nigga.
“Does he know that?” I had to ask.
She sighed. “It’s funny how you want to question me about my relationship with Semaj when you have yet to tell me why my boyfriend was nowhere to be found when I needed to be picked up from the hospital.”
Shit! I forgot all about not picking her up after she was discharged. With Mya’s crazy ass coming to my office and sucking the life out of my dick, then LaLa dropping the news that I could possibly be her child’s father, I lost track of time.
“I’m sorry about that, baby. Some shit came up at the lounge that needed my attention. I tried to get Toby to take care of it, but he wasn’t answering his phone.”
The frown she had on her face softened. “Is everything OK? I know how much you love that place.”
“Yeah, baby, everything is fine now.” I kissed her on her forehead. “We finally found out who was stealing from the register, and I had to file a police report. She got us for a little over $1,500.”
“She?”
“Yeah, it was that new waitress Starlah we hired a few weeks ago. The funny thing is, we should’ve known it was her from the beginning. Not once had money come up missing before she started.”
JaNair nodded her head, then attempted to stand up, but fell back down into the couch.
“You OK, babe? You need something?”
“Yeah. I took those pills without eating anything, so now my stomach hurts.”
“Say no more.”
I got up from my comfortable position next to her on the couch and went into the kitchen.
After searching the cabinets and the horribly smelling fridge, I couldn’t come up with anything remotely edible to make. Not wanting to have to drive to get something, I took out my phone and went to the Grubhub app I downloaded a few days ago and ordered us some taco plates from the Mexican restaurant we sometimes ate at.
I had just finished processing our order when my phone started to ring with a number I’ve never seen before.
“Hello.”
“Hey, baby.”
Baby? “Who is this?”
“Oh, so now you don’t know my voice, Jerome?” she laughed.
“Mya?”
Silence.
“How the hell did you get my number?”
“From you, of course. I called myself from your phone before I turned your ringer off when I was in your office. How’s my cousin doing, by the way? You know what? You don’t have to answer that. I’ll just call Semaj and ask him, seeing as you probably wouldn’t know since you were getting some of my fiyah head when you should’ve been tending to her.”
My nostrils began to flare as my anger started to rise. This bitch is crazy, I thought as her mechanical laugh rang in my ear.
“Look, Mya, what happened between us should’ve never happened.” I looked over my shoulder to make sure JaNair was nowhere in hearing distance. “And it will never happen again, believe that. I’m with your cousin, and I plan to keep it that way. And as far as Semaj’s bitch ass goes, I’m not worried about him. JaNair’s too loyal to me to fall for any of his bullshit. Don’t call my phone anymore or show up at my place of business again. If you do, I’m not going to be liable for what happens to your ass.”
I disconnected the call before she could say anything else. When my phone started to go off again, I knew it was her calling back. I ignored her call and turned my phone completely off. She was not about to ruin my night or relationship with JaNair.
The doorbell ringing had me rushing out of the kitchen and into the living room. I tipped the young dude who handed me the food and drinks, then closed the door.
“What’s that, bae?” JaNair asked waking up. She had dozed off that fast.
“Taco plates from that Mexican place up the street. I ordered fish tacos for you and carne asada for me. Extra cheese on the beans and a double order of rice.”
She smiled as she sat up and took her plate.
We sat there and ate as we watched TV for the next hour. Who would’ve ever thought I’d enjoy a show about some chick named Mary Jane.
After the show went off and we finished eating, JaNair and I took a long, hot shower, then got into bed.
“Babe, I’m sorry about the not-picking-you-up thing. You forgive me?”
I could see her nodding her head. But I didn’t like that nonverbal shit, so I turned her around to face me.
“You know I love you, right?”
She looked me in my face as if she was trying to search my eyes for something.
“Right?” I asked again.
She hesitated for a minute, then finally said yes and turned back around. I knew she wasn’t going to say it back, because I could tell that she was still in her feelings. I didn’t care, though. As long as she knew how I felt before we closed our eyes, I was cool with that.
I put my hands around her waist and pulled her body into mine. I know she felt my dick poking her in the back of her ass. I was horny as fuck. Especially after seeing and rubbing all over her naked body in the shower.
I wanted to feel her insides so bad, but seeing as she just got out of the hospital, I totally understood that she wasn’t in the mood.
Mya
“Ugh!” I screamed out in frustration as I threw my phone on the bed. “What the fuck!”
“Man, take your ass to sleep. It’s like three o’clock in the morning,” Ryan mumbled.
I should’ve gone to Cassan’s house, I said to myself as I ignored his dumb ass and scrolled down to Jerome’s name again. This was going to be the 100th time I’ve called his phone in the last week. He was straight igging the fuck out of me. At first, I thought Semaj might’ve sent his ass to the hospital the day that they were both at JaNair’s house. But a phone call to Niecey and a text back from LaLa confirmed that nothing physical went down between the two.
I shook my head as I thought about how much I was starting to crave this man. The funny thing is, we’ve only fucked once. I pulled out all of my good pussy squeezing skills that day, so I didn’t understand why he wasn’t biting like the rest of them did once they got a taste of me. I knew for a fact that he loved my head. Why else would he let me top him off the day LaLa’s bitch ass came through cock blocking?
LaLa . . .
Just thinking about that bitch had me on ten. Not only had she sampled that good dick before me, the bitch might possibly be pregnant by that nigga. If she played her cards right, and Jerome actually ended up being the father, she’d have unlimited access to his dick for the next eighteen years.
Fuck!
Why couldn’t that be me?
A disturbing ache started to fill my loin
s. I needed to take some of this built-up aggression out on something. Since I couldn’t have the dick that I wanted, I guess I had to go for the dick that I had.
“Ryan!” I whispered in his ear as I grabbed a hold of his deflated monster and started to stroke it nice and slow.
He didn’t move a muscle at first, so I called his name again and squeezed on his semi-hard member a little more.
“Damn, Mya, what the fuck you want? You know I have to go to work in a few hours.”
“You already know what I want,” I said as I straddled his lap. “Your dick seems to know too, seeing as it’s trying to poke a hole in my thigh right now.”
He shot me that sexy grin of his and lifted his ass up a bit so that he could pull his pajama bottoms down. All of that bitching and complaining was so unnecessary, especially when he knew he wasn’t going to pass up hitting this pussy.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to his ear. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out you right now, Jero . . . I mean Ryan.”
I stuck my tongue out and played with his earlobe for a minute. I was hoping that my little slip-up had gone unnoticed.
When I sat back up and looked into his eyes, I knew all that hoping I was doing a few seconds ago was all done in vain. I didn’t even have time to react before he threw me off of his lap, and my body went flying across the bed.
* * *
“I think you should go, Mya!” he said in the harshest tone.
“Wait . . . Ryan . . . I’m sorry!” I pleaded. “It was a mistake.”
He gave a throaty laugh before he cut his eyes at me. “Mya, please save that bullshit for them other dumb niggas you fuck with.” He got up from the bed. “You don’t think I know you been humping on that nigga?”
I sat there with a blank expression on my face. How the fuck did he know?
“I can tell by that dumb-ass look on your face that you’re wondering how I know, huh?”
I didn’t say anything, so he continued.
“You really must think fat meat ain’t greasy.” He shook his head. “Do you ever think of what might happen to you when JaNair finds out all the shit you’ve been doing behind her back?”
I started to say something, but he raised his hand and cut me off.
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