11. Daisy
Daisy
Same Night, Couple Hours Later…
I can’t believe Zane! He acted a complete ass in there tonight like we were dating. I already told him that it was a no go for us, but here he comes all big and mighty like King Kong or some shit. Yes, me and Mason had been dealing with each other off and on, but not really. If you thought Zane was a ho, Mason was a super ho. I knew about his love for indiscriminate vagina.
When I would talk to him, it would always be shallow conversation. That man didn’t care shit about what I had going on. Zane knew more about me than he did, and Zane barely knew anything about me. What does that say about either of them?
After my fiasco of a date, I came straight home and boxed up every damn thing that Mason ever gave me. I can’t believe he tried to hit me. Two of the bags that he purchased for me, I already damn owned. Once I had everything boxed, I took a long shower with the hopes that I would feel better afterward. I did not. Now I sat on my couch with a bottle of gin and my thoughts.
“I should fuck Zane’s ass up!” I told myself. Did I like Zane, yes. Did I trust Zane, hell no! Before we started messing with each other, he stayed in the blogs. Wait, I haven’t really heard anything about him since we’ve been fucking. I waved myself off. He probably had more discretion now.
“Yeah, I’m going to go bop him on his head since he wants to act like Donkey Kong.” Is it Donkey Kong or King Kong? It didn’t matter. Either way he was about to get bopped on his big ass head. I got up from my seat, grabbed my purse and keys, then was on my way.
I lived about twenty minutes from Zane’s building. It took me a little bit longer because I drove slowly for safety. I wouldn’t say that I was drunk, however, I knew if I got pulled over, I was above the legal alcohol limit.
When I pulled up to the building, I got out of my Jeep to give my keys to the valet. The fact that they had twenty-four-hour valet was so clutch. The resident could give you a pass to put in your car that allowed you free parking. The parking garage was shared by retail stores, therefore if you weren’t a resident or had a pass from a resident you had to pay for parking and valet. The building attendant side-eyed me because it was two in the morning. I didn’t give a piece of a damn. The fuck floated away hours ago.
I got on that elevator, put in the code to get to the penthouse floor, and hyped myself up. “Yeah, he’s gonna feel me in the worst way. He wants to come and fuck up my date. I was hungry as hell too!” I fussed out loud in the elevator like a crazy person. If there were cameras in here, I knew whoever watched the footage would get an entertaining show. The door opened for the top floor.
I stomped my mad ass to Zane’s door, then banged as hard as I could. “Zane, open this fucking door you big head, big armed, big dick bastard.” Big dick…What the hell? I couldn’t stand myself at that moment. I hoped he didn’t hear that. I continued to bang.
It took a minute before he pulled the door open. “What the fuck!” He had on a pair of boxer briefs and no shirt. Whew, Lord. Suga Melon, we are mad at him! As my eyes traveled down his body, it was then that I noticed the gun in his hand.
“Oh, you’re going to shoot me now?” I pushed him. It was a futile effort because this man was a brick wall.
He looked down where my hands pushed him, then back at me. “Daisy, are you drunk? It’s two o’clock in the morning. Why are you here?”
“No, I’m not drunk!” I yelled with another wasted push. I squeezed past him to get into his condo. Once I was in, I spun on my heel. I stumbled a little from the speed, but I caught myself. “You ruined my night, so I’m here to ruin your morning,” I said with a smile. I was happy with my smile. I blew him a kiss. “What you got to eat in here?”
I heard the door close after I stepped into the kitchen. As I looked in his refrigerator, I noticed he had all the ingredients for a bomb omelet. I made as much noise as I could opening his cabinets to find his pots and pans. After I found them, the ingredients were taken out and placed on the counter.
From the corner of my eyes, I watched Zane sit at the stool at his kitchen island. He didn’t say anything as I moved around his kitchen. “You didn’t let me eat so you need to feed me, Donkey Kong…King Kong.”
“Aye, you’ll make me one too?” he asked calmly. “I definitely could eat.” His attitude was so nonchalant. I wanted to slap his ass again.
I kissed my teeth. “I’m not making your ass shit! You’ll starve tonight.” I moved around and prepared my creation. I made bomb omelets.
The kitchen was quiet of conversation, but loud with all of my overexaggerated movements. I tried desperately to get on his nerves, ruin his night, but the smile that adorned his sexy face told me that I was actively failing. “This omelet smells so good!”
“It does,” he commented. “I didn’t know you could cook, baby.” My head shot up from watching the frying pan to him with the corners of my eyes tightened. When I told him not to call me baby, he responded with a simple, “Yes, baby.”
He gets on my fucking nerves. I moved to the cabinet that I saw the plates in previously. After I had a plate in my hand, I slammed the cabinet door. My omelet slid onto the plate effortlessly. There was a fork in the dish rack, so I grabbed it, then cut into my omelet. “Mm, this is so good.”
Zane got up from the stool and walked around the kitchen island. What is he doing? My mouth dropped when he took one of the other forks out of the dish rack and cut into my damn omelet. “Oh, damn, this is good,” he complimented after he swallowed my food.
My hand slammed down against the counter. “Get mad dammit!” This was not going like I planned.
It was silent for a second before he bent over with laughter. “Yo, you are funny as hell.” My body was already turned in his direction. It was easy for him to get fully into my space. He lowered the top of his body to become eye level with me. “You want me to be mad, Daisy?” Fuck, Suga Melon, stand strong.
He used that seductive tone that got my juices flowing every time. “Yes! Let me ruin your damn morning.”
His strong Hercules arms pulled me into his broad chest. Don’t you lick his chest, Daisy. It is not Hershey Chocolate! When his lips went to my neck, my mind tried to formulate a new plan to take control. “You really want to ruin my morning, baby?”
“Stop calling me baby, Zane.” My tone didn’t come out like I thought it would in my mind. The moan that accompanied the words was not planned or appreciated. I filled my lungs with air before I spoke this time. “I am not your damn baby!” That sounds better. “Ah!” I yelped when he lifted me from the ground.
“Well, you can ruin my morning over here.” His feet took us to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed. My leggings came off way too easily. I should have worn panties.
“Oh my God!” His masterful tongue explored the folds of Suga Melon. He did this suck, lick combination that caused me to breathe erratically. “Za-Zane!”
His mouth left my center. “Daisy, damn, you’re ruining the fuck out of my morning.” In the next blink he lifted me off the bed, walked us over to the wall, then lowered me onto his hard dick. “Suga Melon doesn’t seem like she wants to ruin my morning. It sounds like she wants to make me happy.”
My arms wrapped tightly around his neck with the back of my head leaned against the wall. This was unadulterated fucking and I loved it. “Fuck you, Zane! You ain’t shit!”
He chortled. “Nah, I’m fucking you tonight, baby.” He thrusted into me while I tried to match his strokes. Those neck kisses were a bitch. I felt his arms shift my body ever so slightly. The next time he thrusted, Suga Melon cut a fool. “That’s right, wet this dick up. Your ass is going to learn to stop fucking playing with me,” he proclaimed. “You not about to have me out here professing that I want to be with you and you act like my fucking feelings don’t matter.” He grunted as he aggressively pumped into me. He knew I loved that aggressive type fucking.
In defiance, I shook my head. “No! Fuck you and your…oh my God!” The orgasm that erupted from my body rattled my entire soul.
Zane stopped pumping before he looked down. With a smirk, he commented, “Suga Melon pouring out on my feet.” He resumed his thrusts. “Let me finish letting you ruin my morning.”
For the next I wasn’t sure how long, he fucked me to insanity and talked his shit. I told my mind to stay strong. Don’t let the dick get me into some shit that I already said I wasn’t going to do. Zane felt vulnerable in my opinion. That was the only reason he suddenly wanted to explore this relationship idea. Well, he kind of alluded to it at Ashtan’s first birthday party at Mama Lina’s house, but I ignored his ass. I stayed steadfast with my god-mommy duties.
“Fuck!” Zane yelled as his cum yum sauce filled me. We both stood there with no movement for a few seconds. “Let’s get in the fucking shower and go to sleep.”
This is different. He carried me to the shower. After he sat me on the counter, he started the shower. The yawn snuck up on me. Don’t you fall asleep. You’re going to take this shower, then carry your ass home, Daisy! I watched his tight ass set the temperature of the water.
His dick swung side to side as he walked toward me. The slap sound as it hit his thighs turned me on against my wishes. My shirt and socks were still on. I wore slides over here and those were kicked off near the door. He pulled my socks off, then lifted my shirt above my head. Without words, he picked me back up and carried us into the shower. Before I knew it, his dick found its way back into me.
I had no idea when I fell asleep. After our shower, he put me in the bed. I told myself that I would lay there for a minute to catch my breath, change out of the T-shirt that he put me in, then leave. Well, my exhaustion foiled that plan. According to the bedside clock, it was six in the morning.
Zane’s arms were wrapped tightly around me. His face was cuffed in my neck. Please let him be a heavy sleeper. I put my hand on his arm. He shifted a little behind me but didn’t wake up. After I waited a few minutes to make sure he was fully asleep again, I slowly lifted his arm from around me. Like I was on some covert operation, I slid out of the bed.
I crouched down on the floor. Please don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up. I stood once I felt it was safe and slowly backed up. My eyes scanned the room for my clothes. My leggings were no longer on the floor. Fuck!
“Where are you going, Daisy?” Zane’s groggy voice sounded. His eyelids were low, but open. “Daisy, you standing still like a statue doesn’t mean that I won’t see your ass. This isn’t a fucking mannequin challenge.” The sarcasm in his tone was almost disrespectful. At least to me it was. “Again, where the fuck are you going?”
I gathered myself. “I’m leaving. I…I have something to do,” I lied. It had been a long time since a man had me stuck. I was indeed stuck right now.
He sat up in the bed and put his back against the headboard. His head turned to the bedside table that held his clock. “You got something to do at six in the morning?” Before I could respond, he snickered with a head shake. “Yeah, get the fuck out. You want me to treat you like I treat one of them ho bitches that I fuck with, then so be it. I’ll holla the next time I want some of that pussy.”
Shock was the only feeling I felt. He had never spoken to me in this manner. Yeah, what we did was casual, but never disrespectful. This was disrespectful. My back straightened. “Fuck you, Zane! Instead of worrying about what the fuck I’m doing you need to be figuring out how to get your mama to love you.” I lashed out.
My heart dropped the minute the words left my mouth, and my eyelids expanded. I can’t believe I just said that. His eyes turned to slits. “Yeah, get the fuck out my shit. The route that you’re going, your ho ass ain’t too far off from Porsha. Only good for pussy, ass, and mouth. Get the fuck on, Daisy.”
His words stung for some reason. I didn’t want to be anywhere around him anymore. Fuck my clothes. I left his room in the T-shirt that I had on. Once my keys that were on the kitchen island were in my hand, I put my slides on and was out the door. Fuck Zane Hershel Anderson.
A Few Days Later…
Katniss’s expression was soft after I told her about the travesty of a time that happened the other night. She had been busy for the past few days with work, doula patients, motherhood, and being a girlfriend. I was so happy for her. It was close to the end of the day. Her shift was over, so we were in my office. “Daisy, you didn’t say that to him. Please tell me that you just thought that.”
My head fell. “No, I said it out loud.” When my head lifted, tears rimmed my eyes. “I was so mad. I didn’t know what to say. I just wanted to hurt his feelings like he hurt mine.”
“Okay, best friend, you were wrong.” I started to defend myself, but she lifted her finger to silence me. “He was wrong, too, Daisy. You both owe each other an apology.” Katniss sat back on the couch that was on the wall in my office. “Daisy, why are you so against being with Zane?”
I tilted my head with an arched brow. “Um, because he’s a male whore. That’s a stupid question, Kat. You know like I know that he fucks whoever is fucking that day.”
“I hate to burst your bubble, but according to my baby, Zane stopped fucking with other females after y’all fucked like the third time.” Now her brow matched mine. “Don’t tell him I told you that. He’ll know that me and Asher pillow talk about him and you.”
Her confession about Zane caught me off guard. “I don’t believe that. Maybe he’s just more discrete than he was before.”
“You really think Zane has a reason to be discrete, Daisy?” she inquired skeptically. “Zane has never cared about what anyone said about his sexual escapades. Why would he all of a sudden care? Hell, it seemed like the more the blogs talked about him, the more bitches wanted him.” She paused to drink from her cup that was on the table next to the couch. “So, you stopped fucking with niggas, and he stopped fucking with bitches. You two only fuck with each other.
“Doesn’t that sound like two people that want to try something out but just didn’t want to say the words?” She sat there like she was Iyanla and just fixed my life. Give a bitch a man and she becomes them folks on the panel of Tonight’s Conversations . “Now, I’m going to ask you one more time. Why are you scared to be with Zane? It’s clearly something that you’ve never made me privy to, best friend.”
She was right. It was something that I never discussed after the day it happened in college. I had always been the type of person that you only had to make a fool of once and I was good on you. I thought about the man that changed the route of my love map all those years ago. Derrick. “No man will ever make a fool of me again. I loved once and he made a complete fool of me. Derrick had me out here looking like a ditzy Dora.
“His ass didn’t have shit, and it seemed like I was fighting a heifer every other day because they wanted to let me know that they were fucking my man,” I told her. “Imagine the bitches that would be in my face over the Zane Hershel Anderson.”
I met Derrick in my second semester of freshman year. He wasn’t a classmate of mine. He was just a dude from around the nearby neighborhood. That was when I was in my bad girl era and wanted to date the dope boys. He did all the things to make me think I was his one and only. Everyone knew that I was his girl, but that didn’t stop bitches from being on him and him on them.
After I finished my rant about Derrick, Katniss sat there quietly. “Yes, we have similar experiences with a man having a baby on us.” My shoulders lifted. “Well, in my case it was three. At least you had enough sense to leave after baby number one. When I confronted him that last time, he told me if I didn’t like it, I could kick rocks. That’s exactly what I did.”
“I get it,” Katniss said at the conclusion of my story time. “Daisy, you can’t put all men into one boat. Yes, Zane was out there, but clearly, he’s found something worth slowing down for.”
My shoulders met my ears. “Perhaps, but after that exchange the other night, he can kiss my ass.” I would stand on that because it was a major fuck him.
Katniss giggled. “I swear you are too much sometimes. I still think both of you should apologize.” She saw that I turned off my computer which meant I was ready to head out. “Daisy, you don’t want it to be awkward when we’re all together.”
My neck snapped in her direction. “Why would it be? I determine the day and kind of interactions that I want to have with people.” With a cutesy smile, I commented, “You know I’m rainbows and sprinkles over here.”
Katniss’s lips went into a straight line before she guffawed. “Girl, come the hell on, so we can get to Mama Lina house. I’m not about to play with you.”
Lately, I had been spending a lot of time at Katniss’s place. I loved her condo, and we decorated the third bedroom for me. When we got off within an hour of each other, we rode to work together. We were economically responsible. “Maybe if the Lord moves me, I’ll apologize.”
We jumped on the elevator to get to the parking garage where Katniss parked. It was a little after seven. Technically, I should have left the office hours ago, but I flexed my schedule often. There was a lot of autonomy with my position luckily. As long as I was there when I needed to be and met my deliverables, these folks didn’t care much. One of the other administrators only came into the office once a week and for mandatory meetings. This was not a remote position.
“What the fuck!” Katniss’s voice echoed in the parking structure. “Who the…How the!”
My hand covered my mouth at the sight of the window smashed out of her car, all the tires flat, and whore spray painted on the side. Who would be stupid enough to do this? “Okay, so somebody wants to die.”