Chapter 3
Chapter
Three
“Evie, not you trying to take my man and take my nail techs, too. Sis, you trying to single black female me? You wanna be me that damn bad?” Cherish sauntered past Evie to the pedicure chair she had been told to occupy at Pampered Queens Nail Spa.
Cherish muthafucking Adams, Norie’s ex, had been a big ass splinter in Evie’s side since Cherish spotted Norie and Evie talking and laughing together in his store one night as he was about to close.
That shit hadn’t even happened a full month after they met, and Cherish had been up her ass just as much as Norie at that time.
Evie figured that Norie hadn’t given the thirsty, big-booty Vivica Fox lookalike the latest memo about where they stood because the bitch was still stalking her ass harder than all of her fucking exes combined after she left them niggas.
Evie had never been bothered about a bitch talking shit when there was no action behind it.
She let shit-talking bitches shine and went on about her business.
Though lately, teaching this particular mouthy hoe a lesson in respect made her rethink punching the bitch in the mouth.
For now, she’d restrain herself from making that shit a reality, but the bitch was skating on the thinnest piece of ice God ever created.
“Gurl, please. Gon’ and get them crusty toes done before I drag your shit-starting ass up and down this muthafuckin’ shop.
” Sighing, Evie rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her Kindle.
She’d just started reading Bad Guy by Kenya Goree-Bell and was loving every minute of the page-turner until she was interrupted.
“Bitch please, my toes are beautiful.” Chuckling, Cherish raised her right leg and wiggled her toes. “Just ask Norie; he kept these pretty things in his mouth.”
“Eeeeww! Yuck,” Evie pretended to stick a finger in her mouth and gag. “I just threw up in my damn mouth a little bit.”
“Damn,” Cherish snapped her fingers in disappointment. “Why couldn’t you have choked on that shit and died?” A snicker followed her question as she pulled her red, twenty-eight-inch bundle over her shoulders.
“Because bitch, I ain’t leaving this bitch without taking yo’ bitch ass out first.” Evie winked at Cherish, then released a sarcastic chuckle before she went back to reading her book.
The last thing Evie was trying to do was go back and forth with a trick ass hoe over a nigga.
Especially one who she couldn’t half-ass stand at the moment and who didn’t belong to either one of them.
And since the nigga wasn’t giving her that big monster dick no more, Evie was really over this pointless ass conversation.
She truly hoped the childish bitch would just let the shit go and move the fuck on.
Her ass was giving desperate and sad while walking around with all that mean girl energy she carried around so proudly.
Norie ended things with Cherish almost two years before he even knew Evie existed, yet Cherish swore Evie was the reason for their breakup, and the trick was still sour as fuck about it.
Evie didn’t mind taking the blame, especially when she knew the truth, but today she didn’t have the mental capacity or the energy to entertain the childish brat.
Evie was just trying to relax and enjoy the rest of her evening before work tomorrow.
She already had a migraine that kept nagging her; she wasn’t about to let a bitch do it too.
How she ended up running into Cherish all the way across town was making her ass chafe.
Unfortunately, Cherish lived around the corner from Norie, and Evie lived fifteen minutes away, so she was used to running into the bobble-headed hoe in her neighborhood from time to time, but for Cherish to be in Evie’s old stomping grounds really altered her fucking energy.
And she hated giving irrelevant people her energy to fuck with.
While Cherish had finally shut the fuck up, Evie was so bothered with contemplating choking the bitch to death in front of everybody in the gotdamn nail salon to the point that she really sat there debating on getting up mid-pedicure and walking the fuck out before she caught a case.
But since she was trying to keep her anger under control and really wanted the hot stones pedicure and full set she was in the process of getting, she kept shit cute and unproblematic.
But Evie was definitely giving her original nail tech, Trina Gates, a piece of her mind once her doctor finally delivered her little munchkin.
Shit, it was bad enough that she was still fighting the effects of Norie’s kiss from earlier.
She wasn’t trying to tackle shit else at the moment.
Evie was so happy that she went to the park to smoke a couple joints after she was done chilling with her goddaughter.
After she left Norie’s store, Evie took Kamila on a shopping spree, where she purchased the little girl clothes and toys galore, then treated her to lunch and a trip to Legoland before finally dropping the sleeping child off at her parents a couple of hours ago.
After chopping it up with her bestie for a minute about how much she couldn’t stand Norie, she headed to her nail and pedicure appointment only to be rerouted because Trina was now on bed rest for the next six months.
Thankfully, Cherish left after her pedicure and eyebrow arch, and the next three hours went smoothly as Evie got her pedi, matching full set, eyebrows arched, and lashes done.
Evie had just hopped in her ride after finally leaving the salon and pulled off toward home when her phone rang.
Reading Norie’s number on her phone, she immediately sent his ass straight to voicemail.
A few minutes later, her phone alerted her to an incoming text.
Once she came to a stoplight, she opened the text.
She also checked her call log and found that Norie had called two more times.
Don’t piss me off, Evie; answer the gotdamn phone.
Before Evie’s fingers could finish flying across the keys, her phone rang, interrupting her typing rant. She was so livid when she saw the name she saved Norie’s number under pop up on the screen that she screamed before she finally answered Asshole Bitch Nigga’s call.
“Norie, nigga you’ve been pissed at me for a whole four years. You petty muthafucka, so quit trying to talk to me now. Keep that same fucking energy. You can fuck all the way off. Don’t call my?—”
“Where the fuck is you at, Evie?” Norie demanded, not giving a shit that he’d interrupted her bullshit-ass rant.
“In my muthafuckin’ skin, nigga, the fuck?” Rolling her eyes, Evie shook her head irritably. “You ain’t my nigga. Don’t you fucking question me.”
“Fuck all that bullshit you talking ‘bout, Evie. I’m on my way home, get yo’ ass to my crib asap. We need to get a few things straight, and we doing that shit now.”
“Tuh! Nah, nigga. That’s not gonna happen.”
“A’ight,” he sucked his teeth. “Don’t show up here, and that’s strike one.”
“Oh yeah,” She chuckled at his audacity. “What happens when I hit my third strike?”
“You won’t get that pussy punished the way you like, all ‘cus you ain’t wanna follow simple ass fucking instructions.”
“Nah, that’s what I got a vibrator for and an endless mountain of dicks saved under a single contact when my batteries die.
I call that muthafucka dick mountain. And I’on follow instructions from mentally ill ass niggas anyway.
Or niggas who fumbled me. So don’t try and demand me to do shit.
Especially when you ain’t my muthafuckin’ man. Sooo, bye.”
Before Norie could say shit else, Evie ended the call and powered her whole muthafucking phone off.
She stopped at the dispensary to refill her pre-rolls and headed home.
Releasing a heavy sigh, she cut the engine and headed inside.
Evie dropped her keys on the kitchen counter, washed her hands, and immediately lit up.
She was too damn emotional to deal with the fuck shit she was feeling.
After four years, Norie could still work her every nerve, yet make her coochie do cartwheels and smile at him simultaneously.
Seeing him after months of intentionally dodging any place she knew he’d be, so he didn’t take her in any more rooms and fuck the shit out of her, was overwhelming as fuck.
Both mentally and sexually. And since that included her bestie’s house, since running into him chillin’ with his twin was a big probability, she’d limited seeing her bestie as well.
And that shit had her in her feelings too.
Between stopping by his store today and using every ounce of strength she had to keep from knocking his ex’s head between the pedicure chair and the wall, Evie wasn’t trying to do shit but journal, get high, and get some dick that’ll have her feeling like she’d been flying on clouds for two days.
Unfortunately, Norie had been the only man in her thirty-eight years of life to make her squirt and bring her to instant mental and physical orgasm.
Which is why even though she couldn’t stand Cherish, she knew exactly why the trick was still hung up over that nigga.
With two joints now dancing in her system, Evie showered, slipped into a pink, bodycon mini dress, and headed right back out the door. While the weed had taken the edge off some, she needed the Drill & Spank to do the rest.
The Drill & Spank was a sex club that focused on voyeurism and spankings but also encouraged several other kinks as well.
The members-only, exclusive voyeur bar was one of her favorite bars to visit to unwind when she needed a really good sexual release and craved something even more intense than dick mountain.
So she’d added the Drill & Spank as a regular stop on her calendar since Norie ended their fuckfest years ago.
Whether solo or with a partner or partners if she chose, Evie knew the experience would get her right.