by Prenisha Aja
Sawyer was a nigga who didn’t play that disrespectful shit and if he had the slightest idea that it was him, then he was coming full throttle. No games being played, no questions being asked and blood splatter everywhere.
“Ohh...” He chuckled loudly, making my soul jump.
“I get it.” He looked at me with a mug as his hand gripped the steering wheel and he pressed down on the gas.
The way his voice echoed through the car, made it feel cold. It made a chill go down my spine because I knew he was in one of those moods. The one that I feared way more than I wanted to.
“So, what you trying to tell me is you got his back and not mine?” His voice was tranquil which set a leery cloud to overcast the car and had me biting down on my lip.
I was trying to think of the right answer to say because I knew that he would most likely twist my words up in that corrupt mind of his and make it way deeper than it actually was.
I mean, how could he blame me for saying what I said? Sawyer was everything to me, still!
“Did you fucking hear me?” He mushed the side of my head causing me to hit the side of the door.
“Ahh,” I moaned out as I rubbed the side of my head. “Please don’t start this shit,” I begged of him as my eyes began to burn from the tears that wanted to slip from my eyes and paint my face.
“Well fucking answer me. You had a mouthful to say just a few minutes ago but now, nothing. Oh, ok.” He laughed it off, but I knew that his calmness to the situation was only brewing a terrible storm.
I hated how one minute he was man enough to shoot up a fucking club then the next, he was in his feelings over my baby daddy. A nigga that wasn’t even concerned about him.
Huffing, I swallowed the huge lump that sat in my throat. “That is not what I am saying Spencer,” I answered him lowly as I took a deep breath and hoped that he didn’t continue to act crazy.
“Explain to me what you were saying because I’m having a hard time understanding.” He rubbed the right side of his temple and looked at me as he continued to pick up speed as if there wasn’t a possibility that there was a cop nearby.
Even though I knew to answer his question, the fear of my life was more important. I looked out of the window and watched everything fly by as if someone was pressing fast-forward on my life. I felt like if I blinked, I would be in a whole different city. That’s how fast he was going.
“Can you please slow down first?” I asked him as my voice trembled with fear.
“How about you fucking answer me before I kill the both of us! Fucking answer me!” His voice boomed through the car like a loud clap of thunder.
It caused me to jump and sit straight up, with the first thoughts being for me to pray that God spared my life.
The way Spencer was driving the car so recklessly had me about to piss on myself. He acted as if he had a death wish upon him, the way he was just thoughtlessly doing dumb ass shit; that was dangerous.
“Spencer, I just need you to slow down. Please just slow down,” I screamed as I placed my hands on the sides of my face. My eyes were so wide that they could have popped out and rolled on the floor next to my feet.
I was a nervous mess right now. My heart didn’t know if it wanted to speed up or stop. My breathing was heavy, and I wanted to slap the hell out of Spencer, but I knew then he would crash the car and say fuck the both of us.
“So, you don’t want to answer me?” He jerked the steering wheel causing the car to damn near hit the cemented guard rail.
“I have your back. Baby, I have your back, not his.” I was now crying tears and I tried to quickly wipe them away so that I could see what was going on.
“I don’t believe you.” He frowned.
Spencer continued to fly like a bat out of hell. Occasionally, there were cars swerving out his way to avoid being hit. They were honking their horns and yelling out of their windows at him, but he didn’t give a fuck.
I had never feared for my life like I did now. Spencer was repeatedly putting me in fucked up situations and if he didn’t kill us tonight, I was so done with him.
“Spencer, baby, I swear it’s me and you. I’m down for you. Only you,” I let him know. My hands shook as I reached over and placed one on his thigh with the hopes that he believed me and that he would slow down.
“You better.” He wickedly chuckled as if all this was a game.
He then burst out laughing as he slowly took his foot off the gas. “You really thought I was about to kill my fine ass for you?”
“Nah, never that,” he added as a malicious chuckle left his lips.
My whole body shivered and the disgust I felt for him caused my lip to quiver. I wrapped my arms around myself and sat in the seat quietly. There was nothing else that I wanted to say to him.
Spencer had to be mentally ill. That was the only explanation that I could think of to explain his actions. He was filled with so much evilness and the longer I turned a blind eye to how disturbed he was, the more I knew I would eventually lose myself. I had to find a way to get away from him and be done for good; however, that was always easier said than done.
Even though the car was no longer moving as if I was in a rocketship, that did not ease the beating of my heart or stop the sweat from forming on my forehead. I was still sitting on the edge of my seat and I wouldn’t be able to calm down until my feet were planted on solid ground.
Once we finally pulled up into my driveway, I got out of the car and slammed door as I stormed away. Spencer had my nerves in a jumble and tonight I needed space.
“Spencer, you can just go home. I don’t want you here tonight,” I turned and told him when I heard the door to his car close.
As I stood a few feet away from him, he leaned against the door of his car and ran his hand over his bald head. I watched as he took in a deep breath then exhaled.
“Kelia, why are you trippin’?” he had the nerve to ask.
Like, was this same person not in the car with me doing all that crazy ass driving? I wondered as I rolled my eyes at him and huffed.
I crossed my arms across my chest and shifted my weight a little to the left. “You can’t be serious.”
I just knew he wasn’t. The way he was standing there, all cool, calm and collected, you would have thought that I was in the car with a totally different person.
“Spencer, you not only put my life at risk once, but twice. I need some space.” I threw my hands up and turned to walk towards my front door.
I didn’t even get to make it to unlock the door before he had swooped in and placed his arm around my throat. He had me in a head lock and didn’t care that he was hurting me.
“Why you always have to take it here? You know I wasn’t going to kill us, and fuck yo’ baby daddy. He lucky I missed,” he seethed in my ear.
My eyes were burning as the tears fell and my heart ached. Spencer had played the good guy role so well with me when we first met, and then he flipped.
“Now open this door, so we can go inside,” he whispered into my ear before releasing me.
I began to cough and spit as I rubbed over the spot that was once being squeezed by his massive arms. Once I got myself together, I unlocked the door and entered with him following right behind me.
“Go take you a shower and shit. I’ll be upstairs in a minute.” He grabbed my arm as I tried to walk by him, stopping my stride.
I looked up into his dark brown eyes and I swore there was nothing but cold, chilling darkness.
“Ok,” was all I mumbled out to him because I felt defeated. I felt too tired to even continue to put up a fight with him.
Tonight had officially drained me. My heart or head couldn’t take any more of the craziness so whatever Spencer said or wanted, I was going to obey.
After staring at me in a twisted manner, he finally let the grip that he had on my arm go, but not before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead as if that was going to make everything better.
I walked away from him an
d headed up the stairs. When I reached my bedroom door, I eased it opened and the first thing I did was kick my heels off. The matching pink, two-piece crop top and matching skirt duo was now being tossed on the floor.
I walked across the soft beige carpet in nothing but my bra and panties. Once inside of the bathroom, I got out of the rest of my clothes and cut the water on and got in the shower. I didn’t even give it time to warm up and get hot.
As I let the now warm water hit my body, all I could do was think about how crazy tonight was. I had been through some crazy shit but nothing that was jeopardizing my life. I had to get Spencer out of my life because I knew nothing good was going to happen by me steady fucking with him. It was like he was laced with nothing but bad luck, and I could do without that.
“You alright in there?” He knocked on the door before entering.
I had got so lost in my thoughts, that I had no clue how long I had been in here; however, the water was no longer hot. It was cold and to be honest, it had eased my nerves.
“Yeah, I’m getting out now,” I let him know as I used my foot to press down the silver latch that caused the water to no longer run out of the shower head. I then leaned forward and twisted the silver knob to turn the water off.
Stepping out of the tub, I reached over and grabbed the towel as water dripped off of my body onto the black rug that felt amazing under my toes.
I took in a deep sigh as I tightened the towel around my body and walked into the room. The cool breeze from the ceiling fan hit me and had me damn near wanting to turn around and rush back into the bathroom.
I could feel chills forming on my arm from the fan but sadly, my body was starting to react to the man that was laying on my bed with no clothes on. His chocolate body was on full display and his third leg that hung low, sat on his thigh.
That was the one thing about Spencer that I did like, his big dick and his good looks. He was totally different from Sawyer when it came to looks. Spencer was shorter and stockier as to Sawyer who was tall and lanky. Sawyer was more so brown skin as to Spencer who was a smooth, midnight sky black. He had a bald head and a goatee. He was fine no doubt, but hidden behind those good looks was a monster.
However, my pussy was still jumping at the sight of him. My body knew exactly how he made her feel and always seemed to respond to him.
“Are you going to stand over there or come and join me?” he asked, pulling me out of my daze.
See, my ass was still standing here, lusting over a man’s body who had just played with my fucking life.
“Ugh,” I complained as I walked over to the bed, dropping the towel to the floor. My nipples were now hardening from the cold air. I eased into the bed with him and I was about to lay next to him.
“Nah, get on top,” he ordered as he reached out for me and helped me position myself on top of him.
“Aye look, you know I’m sorry about earlier. I really don’t be trying to turn into that person,” he expressed as he stroked the side of my face.
“I don’t want to hurt you love. You know you mean a lot to me,” he tried to lay his charm on me thick but to be real, I was past that stage.
Spencer always found a way to apologize yet do the same shit again or like tonight, something worse. He was always spazzing out over something and I knew that even though he had said he was sorry, there was a high chance that tomorrow there would be another episode.
But just so I wouldn’t have to deal with any more of his shit tonight, I smiled and leaned down and planted a kiss on his lips.
As I kissed him, he gripped my ass with his massive hands and slowly hunched up. I could feel his rock-hard dick underneath me, so I raised up a little and grabbed his dick.
I guided his dick to my pussy hole and began to slowly ease down on it. I was standing on my tip toes as I slowly eased up and down, with my hands planted on his chest for support. I was riding a wave and I could feel my body reaching different levels as I rocked back and forth on his dick.
Spencer had his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth as he played with my nipples. If there was ever a common ground between the two of us, it was now. His dick hit the right spots making me cum, and my pussy squeezed the life out of his dick until it was pulsating inside of me right before it went limp.
Sex was what always had me suffering from memory loss and willing to risk it all for him.
Now out of breath, sweat dripping from my body and covering his, we were now both satisfied and I knew that us fucking the shit out of each other was far from over, but I still laid down next to him just so that I could catch my breath.
I had no clue how late it was, but I knew that Spencer had a high sex drive and whatever anger he had still bottled up inside of him, he was about to show me, by unleashing it all on my pussy.
9
Merci
Last night was fucking crazy. Never in a million years did I think an event that I put together for one of the hottest rappers in my city would end like that.
What started off as one of the hottest events, turned into people running out, falling to the ground and being trampled all over.
Me being one of them. Had it not been for Nix coming in and saving me, I would have been stomped into the tile floor of the club.
I still had no clue on how it even went left like that, but I was in my feelings about it because at the end of the day, not only was Sawyer’s name on it but so was mine. I felt like it made me look bad and to be real, who in their right mind would want to come to another event of mine, if the last one got shot up?
Just the thought of that being an option was causing me to sink into a depressed state.
Sighing, I dug up underneath the pillow in search for my phone. When I finally felt it, I grabbed it and was in the process of trying to unlock it when I noticed it wasn’t my phone at all.
It was Nix’s phone, that was now silently going off with the name Trixie flashing on the screen. I already knew what it was, and I knew I should have known better.
The sound of the toilet flushing caused me to place his phone back where it was and lie back down.
Walking out of the bathroom was Nix. He was butt ass naked with the biggest smile on his face. Of course, he was chipper as fuck. Last night I had given that nigga some ass. Why? Because I was an emotional wreck and in a vulnerable state.
“Why are you looking like that?” He came over and climbed in the bed with me and was getting ready to try to cuddle up, but little did he know, his time was now up.
“Nix, it’s time for you to go,” I sat up and told him, as I covered my body with the sheet.
“The fuck, why are you trippin’? Last night you weren’t saying all that shit,” he reminded me, and I had to roll my eyes and cover my face.
No, I wasn’t saying that shit last night. I’m pretty sure when he was deep off in my guts, making me cum back to back, I was hollering out anything. If he had asked me to marry him, I’m pretty sure last night was the night I would have told him yes.
The sex that he had given me, still had the center of my stomach tight, my pussy jumping and aching. Nix had indeed put it down, but not enough to have me not thinking clearly.
Had I not picked up his phone and saw a chick calling, then maybe he would have had me walking around the kitchen in his big ass shirt, with nothing on underneath, fixing his ass some breakfast. But I wasn’t about to get myself in any deeper with him, just to end up fighting hoes off and getting my feelings hurt.
“Nix, how about you check in with yo’ hoes and get out of my house while you do it.” I sat up, threw the covers back and walked across my bedroom in nothing but my birthday suit.
Walking to the bathroom, the sound of Nix whistling at me caused me to sharply turn my head at him in annoyance.
“With yo’ fine ass.” He licked his lips and winked at me.
Huffing, I threw up the middle finger and proceeded to the bathroom. I had to use it so bad. I quickly sat down and relieved my bladder.
; “Ahh.” My body felt so relaxed and I couldn’t help but close my eyes because it felt like I had been holding this pee all damn night.
When I was finished, I flushed the toilet, washed my hands and then grabbed my robe off of the back of the door.
I tied it tight around me and walked back into my room with the hope that Nix had gotten dressed and was damn near on his way out of the door, but nope. Nix was still lying in bed, ass naked while he scrolled through his phone.
“On no, that’s not what you about to do. Texting other bitches while you are laid up in my bed. No, sir. Get your shit and get up out of here. Now!” I picked up his clothes and tossed them in his lap.
Nix sat up and looked at me with a puzzled expression, but I didn’t care. I felt how I felt, and I wasn’t about to allow that type of disrespect.
“Man, Merci you be on some other shit. I swear to God. I just gave you some good dick and I can’t even get no breakfast,” he complained.
“No, you can’t, because niggas like you don’t get breakfast after bomb ass sex. Why? Because that dick is for everybody. Now if you don’t mind, I need you to get up out of my house so that I can go for my morning job,” I let him know as I ran my hands through my messy sex hair.
He finally exhaled and gave up. I stood in the corner of my room, with my arms folded, and watched as he got dressed. Once he was done, he came walking over to me getting ready to say something, but I held my hand up because I didn’t want to hear it.
“Damn, it’s like that?” He shook his head. “You ain’t even gave me a chance to explain who the chick was and what she wanted.”
“Don’t care to know. You probably ain’t gon’ do nothing but lie anyways,” I shot back, and he curved his lip up as if he was offended, but he finally got the clue and headed for the door.
“You know where to find me when you want to act your age and not yo’ height,” he said without even looking in my direction.