BLAINE #2
“I know somebody that will do it, but you ain’t gon’ like it.” He eyed me.
Thirty, minutes later I was sitting in Jamar’s baby mama’s house watching him squirm while she struggled to get the bullet out. She was hesitant to help him especially once she saw me with him, but once she flashed some money in her face her attitude began to ease.
“Damn Eb!” Kyrie bellowed.
“If yo big ass don’t be still you gon’ wake—” Before she could finish her sentence her daughter’s loud cry cut her off.
“Now, you gotta wait until I get her back to sleep.” She pushed his arm as she stood and took her gloves off.
“I can—I mean if it’s cool with you I don’t mind feeding her or changing her so you can finish.” I nodded towards Kyrie.
“I guess you do need some practice since yo sister about to have a baby.” She rolled her eyes as she strutted to the back of her apartment.
“Come here.” Kyrie demanded.
Slowly, I made my way over to him and stood beside where he lay still stretched out on the wooden kitchen table. I swallowed hard as I looked over his thick chest resting my eyes on the gaping hole still overflowing with blood.
“Fallen told me about yo little plan to move, where you think you going?”
“I want my own space, they about to have a family. It just makes sense for her to move into y’all house.” I shrugged as I sighed heavily. “Thank you.”
“Thank you for what?”
“For tonight. You didn’t have to do that?—”
“B, I got you. I don’t know how many ways I gotta show you before you believe me, but I do.” He brought the hand he was holding to his lips and kissed it.
“Yea until I find out some shit you hiding from me.” I attempted to pull away from him.
“I would never lie—” he started before I interrupted.
“You didn’t fuck Cristal though right?”
“She gave me head, shit surprised me cause I wasn’t even on that with her.”
“But you put her in a position to feel like it was okay to come to me with it. I’m sure she ain’t the only female inviting herself to your dick.”
Kyrie pushed my hand away from him, “Why do you want to know who I was fucking when we weren’t cool? You don’t hear me asking if you was giving it away.”
“Only because you knew I wasn’t!” I hissed.
“I don’t know shit.” He shrugged.
I watched as he tightened his jaw from the pain of his movements. I exhaled loudly and licked my lips, “Just relax until you get this bullet out of you.”
“Blaine, you got me, and I got you, nobody else matters.” He locked eyes with me.
“Look at all the shit that happened between us.” I said sadly.
“But we here that shit ain’t kill us.”
“Alright, auntie you up.” Ebony said as she pushed the chunky baby into my arms.
Ebony walked around the table and slipped gloves on her hands before she went back to her position and continued torturing Kyrie.
Not too long after, Kyrie rolled off the table and blew me a kiss. “You need some Penicillin and keep that bandage changed every day.” Ebony told him.
“I hear you, B gon take care of me. You got me, shorty?” he leaned into me before he kissed my lips and dragged my bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away. I nodded quickly and wrapped my arms around his neck before pushing my tongue into his mouth.
“You ain’t pay me enough to watch this shit, y’all can get the fuck on.” Ebony called out.
Kyrie paused before he started the truck. “I’m not yo ex, I ain’t gon’ break your heart. You can trust me, B.”
“Trust isn’t given, it’s earned.”
“You right, give me a chance to earn your trust.” He insisted as I got lost in his eyes.
It was out of my control, my life without Kyrie wasn’t living it was just surviving and I was tired of living like that. Kyrie had my heart in his hands I had no choice, but to trust him with it.
“I’m glad Kourtney catfished you.” I laughed.
“And I’m glad you let a nigga hit in that closet.” He ducked as I hit his arm a few times.
“Chill, baby you know I’m playing, you know I love yo pretty ass.”
“Say it again.” I whispered.
“B, I love yo pretty ass.” He grinned before he kissed my lips softly. “I’ma always love.” “You betta.” I sat back and entangled my fingers in his as he drove.
A MONTH LATER...
“Ay, B! You still ordering shit.” Kyrie tossed a bubble package on the bed just a few feet away from my feet.
“You say that now, but just wait until you see it on me.” I ripped the package open as I stood on the bed.
I swayed my hips seductively as I waved him over. I pulled the two-piece lingerie set out and draped it over my body as Kyrie stood at the edge of the bed.
“Man, that shit a waste of money.” He pulled me towards him by the back of my thighs until his chin rested on my breasts.
“Close the door.” I kissed his lips.
“For what? This our shit ain’t nobody coming in here.”
“Fallen gon be mad if we late.” I told him as he peeled me out of the t-shirt I was wearing.
“Man, it our birthday party, we can be late if we want to.” He blew me off as he kissed my breasts.
I slipped my fingers through Kyrie’s wild hair as he lowered himself until he was eye level with my pussy.
“You can tell Fallen; I already ate my birthday cake.”
And I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my birthday than letting Kyrie have his cake and eat it too.