Chapter 4 #2
Smirking, Norie nodded, then said, “A’ight. I hear you, bruh. Now get the hell out my door acting like you my damn daddy.”
Laughing, Preach headed on his way, leaving Norie alone with his thoughts.
After ringing up a few guests, he let his staff know he was ordering lunch from Chuck’s Chicken Grill, and after taking everyone's orders, he headed for his ride.
His phone buzzed with an incoming text as he climbed behind the wheel.
Why not, Norie? How are you just good all of a sudden? Can I come over tonight, baby, please?
Shaking his head, he ignored the text as he pulled off and hit the highway.
Increasing the volume on his radio just as “Love Like Honey” began playing on his playlist. The song ain’t do shit but remind him of just how deep his dick was imprinted in Evie’s pussy walls the other night.
He didn’t have any regrets about fucking her the way he had.
He’d fucked and made love to Evie with the intention to make sure she remembered how every single stroke felt as he slid in and out of her pussy.
Norie had ensured that every kiss and every touch went straight to her heart and clit simultaneously while making her pussy sputter, squirt, and cream for him.
Norie knew that sliding back into her pussy was gonna fucking drive him crazy, so he felt justified in evening out the playing field.
Every time her sticky, slick walls wrapped around his dick and sucked, Norie made his dick dance to every note that her pussy played for him.
He’d always effortlessly pleased any woman he blessed with the dick, but with Evie he quadrupled his best stroke game because he wanted her to fall.
He was already crazy about Evie before she gave him the pussy, but when she bounced on his dick, ate it, and took it like that shit was her life’s purpose to do so, during their first night together, he didn’t hesitate to mark his territory.
As far as he was concerned, he’d found his person.
But then all hell broke loose, and Norie was just done.
That shit triggered the fuck out of his past, so he had no other choice in his eyes but to walk away.
Though now, after years of keeping his distance and his strength intact so he didn’t bend her ass over, he wasn’t just tired of carrying the pain and running from what he wanted, but he was now worried that he’d unintentionally knocked himself all the way to the back of the line when it came to the care in which he handled her heart.
Even though he felt a way about Preach preaching to him a little bit ago, he knew he was right.
He knew his brother was right, as he’d told him the same thing over the years.
So he knew he had to fix this shit with her asap because losing her was out of the question.
And now, in hindsight, since he wasn’t sure if fucking her had done more harm than good, he felt like a time clock had been put on his head and he’d just realized that the muthafucka was there.
The sooner he could get a read on her and lay eyes on her and talk to her, the better, but since she’d refused to answer any of his calls since that night, he was just gonna have to pop up on her ass.
Norie, hellooooo? Please, baby? You can’t just cut me off with no notice.
The fuck? I just did. Conversation over.
After he picked up lunch, Norie headed back to the store and actually managed to finally get some work done without any fuckups after he ate.
Time seemed to go by excruciatingly slow, but eventually it was time to call it a day.
Once he closed up, he drove across town to get to his barber appointment by eight fifteen.
As he climbed out of his ride and approached the entrance of The Clipper barbershop, he glanced down and slipped his hand into his pocket to grab his phone to text his brother when somebody bumped into him.
At first Norie paid it no mind, especially because he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, but when he registered how whoever it was had chuckled when he apologized, the shit didn’t feel like a mistake; he looked up from his phone and realized that his intuition had been on point like a muthafucka.
“Aye, nigga, wassup? Yo’ weak ass got some shit you wanna say to me?” Norie asked as he mugged Greg. Norie almost burst into laughter at how quickly Greg climbed into his ride and shut and locked the door.
“Yea, watch where the fuck you going before you get yo’ ass beat, and stay the fuck away from my bitch while you at it.” He said after rolling his window down as he backed out of the parking space.
“Nigga, park that muthafuckin’ ride, hop out and repeat that shit.”
“Nah,” Greg laughed as he drove toward the exit. “You ain’t worth my time, but you heard exactly what the fuck I said. Evie belongs to me, nigga. Did you see how all that fat juicy ass pussy came for me the other night? Whew shit, it was fucking beautiful.”
“Nah, that little show she put on for you ain’t have shit on how hard she comes for me, every single time I’m in her pussy.
” Norie shot back as he shoved his phone back into his pocket and prayed for restraint because he wasn’t no talking-ass nigga.
But he didn’t chase niggas either. “But why don’t you quit running and approach me like a man?
Wassup, wit’ ya foot on the gas while you talking shit? ”
“Ain’t talking shit, just telling you like it is, my nigga, Now, I’on know where the fuck you came from or who you are, but?—”
“I came from the bowels of hell, my boy. Just call me Freddie nigga ‘cause I’m ‘bout to be ya worst fucking nightmare. You’ll never sleep again; ya bitch made nigga.”
“Nigga, that nigga is overdone, get you some new material and stay the fuck from around my bitch.”
“You don’t fuck wit’ a classic, ya dumb bitch, and I’m ‘bout to be up Evie’s ass literally. My dick fits that whole and every other hole on her body perfectly. But uh, if you got a problem wit’ it, put that bitch ass ride in park and come do something about it.”
“Nah,” Greg smirked as he mugged Norie before he glanced around his surroundings. “I’d rather put this bitch in drive and run yo’ weak ass over.” He yelled as he quickly shifted into drive, cut the wheel, drove through the parking lot and up on the curb, and sped right toward Norie.
Since Norie had already anticipated the bitch nigga would try to run him down, he’d already taken off and was running back toward his own ride.
When Greg saw Norie climbing back behind the wheel, he sped off into traffic and almost collided with a semi-truck after speeding up on the wrong side of the street to get away.
Norie sped toward the exit in a hurry to catch up to Greg, but the stoplight out on the corner turned green, causing a big flow of traffic to cut him off.
“Fuckkk!” Norie yelled as he slammed his fists against the steering wheel.
After sitting there blocking the damn lot as his anger boiled out of control, he reversed his ride back into the parking spot he was in.
Killing the engine, Norie slammed his fists against the wheel again and the dash before he attempted to get his rage under control.
Forty-five minutes later, Norie felt like he was finally calm enough to go inside and get his hair cut. When he came out and drove home, he was still thirty-eight degrees hot.
Murder was on his mind, heavy. He wanted to go find that nigga Greg and literally beat that nigga to fucking death, but on the other hand, he felt like death would be too easy of a punishment for the muthafucka.
He wanted to make that nigga suffer for days before death was even an option.
Norie didn’t have anything in mind specifically yet, but the minute he could think up just the desired punishment, he was gon’ make sure that nigga regretted the day he crossed his path.
Norie didn’t realize just how tired he was until he finally pulled into his garage a couple hours later.
He went straight to the shower to wash off the day.
As he slipped on a pair of sweats over his freshly washed and moisturized skin, he glanced at his phone on the dresser.
He had four missed calls from random tricks he fucked on from time to time and yet another text from Cherish begging for some dick.
Shaking his head, he ignored it all and headed into the kitchen.
He did want to slide up in some pussy real bad, but since he’d fucked up and slid his dick back up in Evie, the ocean between her big, sexy, soft-ass thighs was the only one he craved.
His dick instantly started bricking up thinking about how her body reacted to him and gave into his every command.
He was annoyed as fuck that every chick was calling but the one he wanted to hit him up.
He was really tryin’ to be patient with her, but that shit was never something he was truly ever able to master; he was struggling like a muthafucka.
Shifting his thoughts, he went into the kitchen and turned on the oven to warm up some leftover lasagna.
While waiting on it to heat, Norie poured himself a glass of water and was about to watch Jason’s Lyric for what was probably the millionth time when his doorbell rang.
With it being damn near midnight, he wasn’t trying to entertain anyone, especially a muthafucka that just showed up unannounced.
But his curiosity got the better of him, and he opened the door.
Instant annoyance settled on his face the minute he came face to face with his ex.
“Cherish, the fuck I tell yo’ ass when you texted me earlier?” He mugged as he met her stare. “And you know better than to pop up at my crib unannounced.”
“I’m sorry, but I needed to know why you're just cutting me off with no notice. What the fuck, Norie?” She whined as she adjusted her titties in her button-down blouse, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to resist and give her what she wanted.