Chapter 19 #2
Right then was where I decided I wasn’t gonna say anything else to Mixie.
She was convinced in her delusions. Most of what she said amounted to a bunch of nothing.
What did piss me off was knowing that dirty ass nigga was eating her pussy still.
Obviously, they were fucking. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that he had stopped nor had he ever promised me he was.
Him eating her pussy then coming to kiss me didn’t sit right with me.
This nigga had me all the way fucked up.
Knowing he didn’t come into my room last night meant he was with her.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see what we had was deeper than me being just a fuck.
A nigga didn’t do half the stuff Faheem did for me or with me for someone who he was just fucking.
Mixie knew that too. She wasn’t going to convince me she was dumb enough to think otherwise.
I would be just as stupid as her if I continued to keep arguing with her.
Waving Mixie off, I let her think she had it.
I simply left her standing there looking stupid and headed on my way to work.
Really, her and Faheem could kiss my ass together.
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That Night.
That little spat I had with Mixie rubbed me the wrong way.
It got me thinking how Faheem was the one who was really winning in this entire situation.
Here he had two bitches at odds over his ass when we should have been giving him our asses to kiss.
The fact we both knew he was bouncing back and forth between us, and we both allowed it, pissed me off.
Willingly sharing a nigga sounded crazy as hell when I thought about it.
I regretted letting things go any further than they should have.
It never should have gone past us being cordial because of us being married.
I should have fought harder to stay in my apartment and resisted Faheem more.
My horny ass gave into him without much of a fight, and I hated that for myself.
I ended up ignoring Faheem all day. His calls and texts went unanswered all day.
To the point Faheem started to cuss me out, but I didn’t care.
He could go harass Mixie. The only reason I came back to their condo was because Frankee was having company, and I didn’t want to be a third wheel.
Frankee would want me to hang out with her and who'ver the nigga she was entertaining, I wasn’t in the mood to do all that.
I made sure I got everything I needed for the night and locked myself in my room.
Faheem’s ass came banging on my door about an hour ago.
I just watched him bang on my door and didn’t say shit.
I was feeling like fuck him. Mixie said he was her nigga, she could have him.
Fighting over niggas was for the birds, and a bird I wasn’t.
I couldn’t sleep, I had too much on my mind.
I was laying on my stomach scrolling through social media, laughing at some goofy video until I heard rattling at my door.
I didn’t think anything of it. Most likely, it was Faheem trying to get in here, but I made sure I got the spare key to my room off his keyring.
I snickered thinking how mad he probably was when he realized the key was gone.
Shaking my head, I didn’t bother saying anything knowing he wasn’t gonna get in here, and I planned on leaving out extra early to avoid dealing with his aggy ass.
Clink.
What the fuck?
Hearing that noise, I looked up to see half my door handle gone.
I sat up in bed, wrapping my blanket around my body.
I only had on a thin spaghetti strap night gown.
A few more jingles of the door handle, and my door opened.
My jaw opened in shock seeing Faheem with the same light skinned dude with the blue eyes, Gee–I think his name was–standing at the entrance of my door.
“Good lookin’, my nigga.” Faheem had to be talkin’ to Gee, but his murderous glare was on me, leaving me stuck in shock.
“Want me to leave this shit off, or put it back on?”
“Yeah, put it back on,” Faheem said as he leaned his tall body against the door frame while Gee went to work screwing the door handle back on.
Feeling like I was in the longest ten minutes of my life, I looked any and everywhere but in Faheem’s direction.
I didn’t need to; he was too busy trying to kill me with his eyes.
I should have just bitten the bullet and gone to Frankee’s.
But that wouldn’t have stopped Faheem. He would have probably showed his ass over there like he had in the past.
“Alright, you straight, my nigga,” Gee said as they dapped up, and he turned to leave.
Faheem didn’t waste any time slamming the door behind him and locking it.
“What the fuck is your problem?” he barked at me, causing me to flinch at his anger. I’d seen him mad before. Hell, I'd even seen him take someone’s life, but he was never this mad and especially not at me. His black eyes looked like pools of never-ending anger and darkness.
It shocked me to see he was even this mad about me ignoring him. My eyes were wide as I peered at him nervously. I tried to find the words to answer him, but the rage in his glare took the words outta my mouth.
“You can’t talk?” Faheem asked, standing at the foot of my bed.
“I can,” I smartly replied, seeing a hickey on his neck that I didn’t put there. My fear disappeared as I remembered why I was mad in the first place. “I just don’t have the breath to waste on a nigga that isn’t my nigga.”
“Is you cool? The fuck you back on this dumb ass shit again.” Faheem scowled at me evilly.
“I’m Gucci. Prada good, my nigga. The fuck,” I spat, matching his energy. Faheem was out of his mind if he thought he was finna come in here acting like the big bad wolf. Fuck him.
“I ain’t finna do this shit with you every other week, Juniper. We been good. You stay bringin’ up old shit. Just like yo ass like to argue, got damn.”
“Don’t argue with me then. Go argue with that bitch you was fucking today.”
“Ain’t this some shit.” Faheem chuckled unamused before squinting his eyes at me.
“You mad ‘cause I fucked my b- bitch? Juniper, what you want from me? I spend almost all my time with you. I fuck you, eat yo pussy more than I do my bitch, and you in ya fuckin’ feelings ‘cause I fucked her. I never told you I wasn’t finna fuck Mixie. She still my bitch.”
I could say hearing him claim Mixie so freely did hurt my feelings, but he wasn’t about to see nan tear falling down my face.
I slipped up and cried in front of him once, never again.
I wasn’t a weak bitch, and he wasn’t finna make me one.
If Faheem wanted Mixie so bad, he could have her.
This back and forth shit was for the birds.
There was too many single niggas out here for me to be sharing a nigga with anybody.
Giving him an icy glare, I coldly folded my arms across my chest, cocking my head to the side. “Then go be with her ass then. Leave me the fuck alone. Break into that ho'’s room, not mine, nigga.”
“I’ma beat yo ass, on my mama. Ion get why you always do shit you know gonna send a nigga? You missed a nigga, is that it?” Faheem said while he made his way onto the bed.
He tried to get in my face to kiss me, but I mugged him, dodging his kiss. “Eww… nigga, don’t put your dirty lips on me.”
We ended up wrestling as he kept trying to kiss me, but I wasn’t going. I somehow wiggled loose from him ending up on the ground. Scrambling to my feet, I opened my bedroom door. “Bye, Faheem,” I said, catching my breath.
“Fuck you, I’m not going nowhere.” Faheem stared at me evilly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, facing me. “I’m tryna understand why I can’t kiss you.”
“Be forreal. Nigga, you aint kissing me while you still eating another bitch’s pussy.” I glared at him trying to see if he was serious.
“You wild, bruh.” Faheem shook his head at me in disbelief. “So, I can’t kiss you because I ate Mixie’s pussy? Stop tryna play a nigga like he dirty and he ain’t brush his teeth since then.”
Placing my hands on my hips, I gave him an evil scowl. “I don’t give a fuck how many times you brushed your teeth. Nigga, pour acid down your throat, you still not kissing me.”
“You foul as fuck, bruh.”
“I’m foul?” I mocked him. Pacing back and forth in front of the doorway, I said, “Nigga, I’m cool is what I am.
I don’t want anything to do with you and your flunky.
We just gonna end this. You can focus on Mixie, and I can focus on me.
‘Cause this isn’t working out for me. I won’t bring no niggas over here.
I’ll keep my dating life outside of the house to keep confusion do-”
My voice got caught in my throat. Faheem was standing inches from me. I didn’t know how I missed him getting up from my bed and walking over here. My eyes were glued to the Gucci emblem on his white shirt, I was too scared to meet his gaze.
“That don’t work for me,” Faheem told me calmly. The calmness of his voice scared me.
Taking a big gulp, I found the courage to meet his gaze, and I was surprised to see something other than anger in his eyes—fear. “Well, sharing you doesn’t work for me.” I sighed sadly.
“I can’t lose you, Juniper,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. Being in his arms was my kryptonite. All the fight I was feeling was leaving my body.
“I can’t keep sharing you.” I sighed, resting my head on my chest.
“I’m not asking you to.”
“But you are. As long as you have Mixie, you’re asking me to share. You can’t deal with the thought of me being with another nigga, yet I’m supposed to be okay with you being with another bitch.”
“Juniper, give me a little more time to get shit in order. I got a lot of shit going on right now.”
“I don’t know, Faheem.” I sighed because I felt myself wanting to give into Faheem.
“Just come lay down with me. A nigga tired as fuck. I wanna hold you so I can think. I think better when you in my arms.” Faheem might have asked me, but he still easily lifted me off my feet, carrying me over to my bed.
“What was the point of you asking me if you were gonna make the decision for me?” I asked once he placed me in front of the bed.
Leaning to the side, Faheem reached around me, pulling my comforter back. Using his head, he motioned towards the bed. “Get in,” he lazily commanded.
Giving him a dirty look over my shoulder before letting out a defeated sigh, I got in the bed. This was a losing battle. Scooting all the way over, I watched as Faheem stripped from his clothes down to his boxers. Then he slid his lanky frame into the bed immediately pulling me in his arms.
“Stop,” I said, smacking his hands when he tried to pull my nightgown off my body. “I’m not fucking you.”
“I’m not tryna fuck you. I just wanna feel your skin on mine. Chill, and let me hold you,” Faheem softly replied, taking my gown off like he intended. “You still love me?”
“That’s a dumb question, Faheem.” I sighed, relaxing into the warmness of his chest.
“It’s not. You went this entire day without telling me you love me. I ain’t fuckin’ with that. I need to hear you tell me you love me everyday.”
I smacked my lips ‘cause this nigga was full of shit, he knew he didn’t give a damn about me not telling him I loved him. “Let Mixie tell you that shit.”
“Ion wanna hear that shit from her. I want to hear it from you. Let another day go by without you telling me you love,” Faheem threatened me.
“Alright, I hear you.”
“But you still ain’t told me you love me yet.”
“I love you, Faheem.” My eyelids were getting heavy. Sleeping in his arms was my favorite place to sleep.
“I love you more, Juniper. We gon’ figure this shit out.”
“Okay, Faheem,” I answered, half sleep.
“Can I have a kiss, Juni?”
“Hell no. I meant what I said.”
“So, you ain’t gonna kiss me until I stop eatin’ Mixie’s pussy?”
“Yup.” I put extra emphasis on the P, making it pop.
“But I can fuck you and her with the same dick?”
“Not raw, you finna start using a condom. Ion know what she doin’ with her pussy,” I smartly replied, since Faheem wanted to be a smart ass.
Kissing his teeth Faheem gave me a look that could kill. “Yeah, aight. Keep playin’ ima sit yo ass in time out.”
“Nigga, you can’t sit me down.”
“Talk yo shit now, but when I put this baby in you, we ah see.”
“When I say over my dead body, I mean that. Now, go to sleep before I put you out my room.” Faheem loved to talk my ear off when I was trying to sleep. Not tonight, he’d worked my nerve enough for the day.
I had no idea what direction my life was going in, but I was rolling with the punches.