KYRIE
“Fuck you doing out here?” I dapped Mase up once I got out the car.
He was leaning against his car that was parked outside of a trap while Jamar was already inside waiting for us to come in.
“Waiting on yo late ass.” I laughed and nodded at his response.
“My fault.”
“Aye, look you still fuck with that girl that was at that party a few months back?”
“Blaine? Yea, what’s up?” I folded my arms across my chest as I focused on him.
“That bitch that was with her, she was so damn bad, dog.” He held his face dramatically.
“I guess she was straight.” I shrugged.
Honestly, I hadn’t looked at too many women since I started back fucking with Blaine. I knew Blaine was close to her though, because she mentioned her, and her sister were the only people outside of family she fucked with.
“Check it, I took her back to the spot and she gave me some bomb ass head?—”
“Nigga, I don’t need a play by play. You fucked her and now she out here clowning.” I cut him off as I asked.
“Hell nah, she cut me off and won’t return my phone calls or messages, nothing.” “Damn.” I laughed seeing the worried expression on his face.
“Fuck you nigga.” He pushed me playfully.
“Nah, that’s fucked up. What you want me to do about it?”
“Get yo girl to hook me up with her girl, we can double date or some shit.”
“Nigga, you tripping.” I shook my head as I stepped away from him. “I’m cool on that shit, come one we got shit to take care of.”
“Finally, crawled out from under Blaine?” Jamar asked as soon as I stepped in.
He was sitting on the couch with a deep frown covering his face. Mase dipped to the back of the house with everybody else while I talked to my brother.
“What’s up?” I sat down across from him.
“You tell me.” He tossed a duffle bag on the table between us.
I leaned forward and went through the bag, counting the bricks as I did. “Where the rest?”
“Exactly, Joey said that’s what Quasia gave him.”
“You lying.” I narrowed my eyes at him as I stood.
“You know I wouldn’t play about this shit.” He assured me. “Aight, I’ma handle it.”
“You want me to ride with you?” he offered as he stood. “Nah, I got it.”
***
“Who is it?”
I stood in front of the peephole silently, waiting for her to open the door.
“Why are you here, Kyrie?” She asked from behind the door.
Frustrated, my closed fist knocked on the door making it shake, “Open the fucking door!”
Seconds later, the locks clicked, and the door opened slightly. I made my way into the apartment, following Quasia until we were in her living room.
“How can I help you today?” She asked as she plopped down on the couch. “Don’t fucking play with me.”
“What?” She smirked when her eyes met mine. “You mad cause I approached you with yo lil hoe?”
I watched as she put the glass she was drinking up to her lips. “Oh, get out yo damn feelings—” I smacked the cup out of her hand.
“What I do and who I do it with is none of yo fucking business. I told yo ass that when I started fucking you. You kept saying you good, that’s cool remember that shit?”
“Kyrie, that was?—”
“It don’t matter if that was twenty years ago or twenty seconds ago. You gave me your word and now you want me to feel bad for you cause you in your feelings. I keep saying the same shit over and over to you and you act like I ain’t said shit.”
“I LOVE YOU!” She screamed at me.
I laughed at her response and ducked out of the way when she lifted the glass vase from the table and threw it in my direction.
“You wildn’ shorty.” I continued laughing.
“No, you wildin’! How do you expect me to feel? You fuck me like you love me and spend all this time?—”
“Spend all this time doing what? We don’t layup, this won’t no relationship, I come through, fuck you when I need to and pay you for cooking my dope, that’s it and that’s all it’s ever fucking been between us.”
“You really trying to tell me that you don’t feel nothing at all?” Her voice trembled.
I tucked my bottom lip as I walked around the chair in front of me and sat across from her. I rested my elbows on my knees as I leaned in and focused on her face. My brother had been right all along, I saw her falling for me and I let it happen.
“What you want from me? I ain’t yo knight in shining armor, I’m not the nigga to swoop in and save the day. I ain’t the nigga to mend yo broken heart. I didn’t tell you I was one thing and do another, be real for a minute.”
“You be real! You said you didn’t want a girlfriend and then you go and get a girlfriend.” She pointed out.
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“But that girl?—”
“Is none of yo fucking business.” I grilled her.
Quasia’s thick thighs peeked from under the shorts she wore reminding me how her soft body felt next to mine.
My eyes moved from her thighs to her tight waistline barely covered by a small t-shirt that stopped just shy of her naval.
Her cantaloupe size breasts bounced as she closed the space between us using her knee to attempt to widen my legs.
“What you doing?” I shook my head as I caught her hips and pushed her out of my space. “Go sit down.”
“Now, you don’t want to fuck?” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Because of her, right?”
“You fucked up my delivery.” I glared at her.
She stepped back and I watched her eyes roam everywhere except on me. “Now you ain’t got shit to say? Nah, speak up answer me.” I demanded.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “You embarrassed me in front of my friends?—”
“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THEM BITCHES!” I slammed my fists against the glass shattering it on the carpet instantly. “You been stealing from me, but you want me to care about you? How that shit work?”
Her eyes darted around the room, but I jumped up from my seat not giving her a chance to put her thoughts together.
“I-I’m sorry.” She cowered.
“I’m not, I’m glad you showed me who you really was, you wanted to know why I can’t fuck with you, now you fucking know.” I gritted.
“Kyrie, I—” She reached for me, but the glare on my face made her think again. “Please, give me another chance to prove myself to you.”
“You want another chance to fuck me over? Nah, I’m cool on you. If you could be loyal then you would have been the first time.” I rose from the chair and headed out of the apartment.
“I really do love you Kyrie.”
I adjusted the snapback on my head and kept moving until I was out of her apartment and climbing in my truck.
Later That Night...
“You good?” Blaine straddled my back.
I was laying on my stomach with my arms folded holding my head up. I had a few things on my mind, but nothing I wanted to talk about so, I nodded my head slowly.
“I’m good, you?”
She sighed and dropped her body weight on top of me resting her chin on my shoulder, letting her head rest against mine. I watched her long nails inch down my shoulders and forearms until she brought them back up to my shoulders.
“I’m good.” She mocked my answer.
“Hold up.” I attempted to turn over to my back so I could see her, but she moved beside me, so I turned to my side and grabbed her hand. I kissed her hand and pulled her towards me, but she didn’t bulge.
“What’s up?” I frowned.
“It’s nothing.” She shook her thoughts away.
“If it was nothing then it wouldn’t be on your mind. Come on, B talk to me.”
She smiled softly and smirked before she spoke.
“When did I become “B”?”
“Ion know, shit that’s you right?” I pointed to the tat on the inside of her arm tracing it lightly.
“I don’t even feel right talking to you about it, I mean...if you feel uncomfortable then we don’t have to?—”
“Spit it out, girl. You ain’t even told me what the hell you talking about.” I laughed lightly.
“Well, it’s about my parents.” She explained as she nervously played with her fingers.
“Okay, what’s up?”
“My mom and dad broke up—well, divorced when I was kid, but they never stopped fucking around and he’s married now, but him and my mom are still going through some shit.
She’s still in love with him and he’s still stringing her along and I just—I feel bad.
I love them both and I know my dad is wrong, but. ..I don’t know.” She shrugged.
“You do know.”
“Okay, I think my mom is wrong too. She drilled in me and Fallen about ain’t shit niggas and then she turns around and lets my dad just do whatever. I’ve never understood them.” She rolled her eyes.
“It’s fucked up, but yo moms was telling you some real shit, maybe she was telling you that cause she was going through it and she ain’t want you and yo sister to go through the shit.”
“I guess.” She shrugged. “I wish I would have listened to her.” She sighed again.
I saw the sadness in her eyes as she looked away from me and I hated it. After the bullshit with Quasia, I knew I needed to step back with Blaine. I couldn’t risk getting my feelings involved any deeper than they already were.
“We live and we learn, don’t beat yourself up about some shit you can’t change.” I sat up on the bed and checked my phone seeing I had a few messages and several missed calls from Quasia.
“You getting ready to leave?” Her voice was soft and filled with disappointment.
I glanced over my shoulder and looked over her small frame.
She was sitting Indian style with her small fists stretching the thin material of the t-shirt she was wearing to prevent me from seeing the navy-blue panties that barely covered her ass cheeks.
Dove soap, coconut oil, and shea butter filled the air, but none of them could mask the scent of her essence seeping into the air.
Her sex in my nostrils reminded my taste buds what I would be missing if I left now and my mouth watered.
“Yea, I’ma head out.”
It hurt me to deny my body the pleasure of controlling, teasing, and tasting her body, but I needed some time to think clearly. I had to put some space between me and Blaine or I would be at her mercy.
“Why? I haven’t seen you in like?—”
“Since yesterday, B.” I laughed. She was reading my damn mind; it had been almost thirteen hours since the last time I saw her and almost sixteen since the last time her pussy was on my tongue.
“You sure you’re okay? Did I do something or say something?” She frowned.
“I gotta some shit to handle,” I stood and looked back at her with a smirk. “You know
if I could quit my job and fuck you all day, shit I would.”
Hearing the lyrics to Kash Doll and Big Sean’s So Good made her smile.
One of the things I’d learned about Blaine was that she loved music so whenever she could she was controlling what we listened to in my truck.
Kash Doll was in heavy rotation on most of her playlists and I couldn’t front Blaine had good taste.
“You ain’t trying to fuck me now.” She pointed out.
I hung my head and adjusted the snapback on my head pushing my hair down as it stuck out the sides of the hat.
“Man, I just told yo lil ass, I gotta handle some shit.” I tilted my head as I watched her climb out of the bed.
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “Let me braid your hair back before you go then.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards the bed.
I grabbed a few of the decorative pillows off the bed, put them on the floor and sat down between her legs. It took her less than ten minutes to put two braids in my hair.
“Preciate it, B.” I pulled her little body to me once I stood and forced her to kiss me.
“What time you work later?”
“Why?” She rolled her eyes pushing me away from her playfully.
“So, I can swing back through.” I lifted my gun and my keys from her dresser.
“Swing through? What?” She smirked. “Nah, you cool, you only come through at night, my other nigga be here in the daytime.”
“Oh, word? Cool.” I nodded as I turned to head out of her apartment. I knew she was playing but hearing her say that shit lowkey pissed me off.
“You really in your feelings?” She laughed as she followed behind me. “For what? You ain’t my girl, right?”
“Is this a trick question or something?” She smiled brightly.
“Ain’t no trick, I’m saying, you a single woman so whatever you got going on, is whatever you got going on. I can’t speak on shit you do.” I shrugged.
“Kyrie, I was joking.” She cleaned it up.
“I know, I just want shit to be clear with us.”
She nodded slowly and I leaned down to kiss her lips, but she turned her head giving me access to her cheek instead.
“I’ma call you later.” I told her before I stepped out.