~~~Chapter 19~~~ #2
A part of me was still apprehensive, figuring that it couldn’t be this damn simple.
But regardless, I was young, and was gonna live in the moment, again.
Fuck the rest. So, I slammed this ass down, fucking him intensely, needing to feel all of him.
All while praying that this wouldn’t lead me into lonely, dark nights, where I was in bed alone, crying into my pillow.
***
Rolling over in bed naked, I could feel the slick secretions between my slit.
Malice had fucked me into a coma, right before the sun was rising.
Now, it was four o’clock in the evening, and I was still in bed.
After glancing around, I noticed that he’d left the room and probably had Khari on the curve of his arm, somewhere.
Sitting up, I grabbed my ringing phone to see that Zae was calling. It had been a while since I’d heard from him, and honestly didn’t think twice about answering.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I don’t know. You tell me. You didn’t see me texting you?”
I sighed. “Yeah, I did. But it was late, and I was in the club. So, I told myself that I’d hit you up whenever I got up.”
“Yeah? You still in the bed?”
“Yeah.” I yawned.
“Damn, bopping must’ve really worn you out.”
I tittered. “Bopping?”
“Hell, yeah. I seen you in Tootie’s story. You was doing the most.”
“Oh, God.” I rolled my eyes. “Please don’t start.”
“Nah, nah. You gotta feel me. You doing all that ass shaking, when you got a newborn at home. That’s how I know that shit aint right. Now, you might as well keep it real, and admit that you ready for daddy to come home.”
“Daddy? Ha!” I laughed. “Nigga, please.”
“I’m so serious,” he claimed. “I still don’t understand why you’d deny Khari the privilege of having a present daddy, when I’m willing to be there.”
“I keep telling you, she’s not your responsibility.”
“I know. You’ve told me a million times, but that aint changing my position. I wanna be there. I’m ready, Jaylah. Just let me prove that to you.”
I sighed. “Zae, look, that ship has sailed. Me and you both know that you’ll probably never get over the fact that she isn’t yours.”
“I am over it.”
I lightly laughed. “No, you’re not. You’re just saying whatever to regain access to me.”
“Nah. It’s deeper than that. I still love you—”
“You love me? What about your girlfriend, Zae?”
“The only girlfriend I got is you.”
“Okay. Now, I know that you’re full of shit. We haven’t been a thing in over ten months.”
“And I haven’t been a thing with nobody else since.”
“Then what happened to that girl?”
“Who?”
“You know. The one on IG.”
“Mann,” he drawled. “I let one broad post a picture with me in the club, and now she’s my gal? How did you come up with that?”
I sucked my teeth. “Boy, bye. Stop acting like I’m not the girl that can make one phone call and get the tea on whoever. So, trust when I say that I know everything.”
“Bullshit. You know whatever narrative a woman chooses to push. Me being a man, and coming through to fuck don’t make us a couple.”
“Yeah, if you say so.”
“Nah, I’m dead serious. You can ask any hoe who’s been in my face. They all know that I’m just waiting on that call from you.”
“Boy…you’re tripping.”
“How is that?”
“Well, for one, Khari has a daddy.”
“Yeah. Some nigga that’s with the next bitch—”
“That’s not the situation, anymore.”
There was a pregnant pause, before he continued.
“Since when?”
I inhaled. “Since a couple of months ago.”
“So, so, what does that mean?” He stuttered.
“It means that he’s in the picture.”
“You fucking him?”
“Baby,” Malice sputtered, as he popped the bedroom door open. “You want me to fix you a plate of leftovers?” He queried, as he waltzed into the room, with Khari in tow.
“Umm…that’s cool,” I responded, while gazing at him.
“Who the fuck is that?” Zae growled in my ear.
Malice paused, instead of heading back out of the room. “Who you on the phone with?”
“Huh?” My eyes brightened, while my heart skipped a beat. Frankly, I wasn’t expecting him to concern himself with my phone.
He frowned, as he stomped around to my side of the bed. “I asked who you on the phone with.”
No lie, I was frozen, not knowing what to say or do.
I guess Malice quickly grew impatient, because he snatched my cell right out of my hand.
“Hello?” He spoke with my phone pressed against his ear. “Who this?”
Realizing that my phone was loud as hell, which was probably why Malice had enquired about who I was talking to, I could clearly hear Zae’s voice.
“Main, look, I didn’t call to talk to you, homeboy. So, I advise you to hand that phone back to Jaylah. Cause on my mama, you’on want these problems.”
Sucking his teeth, Malice removed the phone from his ear to examine the screen. “Zae? That’s your name, right? You…you the ex, huh?”
Feeling the heat, I decided to get out of the kitchen. So, I rolled out of bed, placing some distance between me and Malice.
“Yeah, that’s me, nigga,” Zae scoffed.
“Okay. Well, I’ma take it that you don’t know.
So, I’ma give you a pass this one time. But know that me and Jaylah is doing our thing now.
Me, her, and my daughter. From here on out, I got them.
So, you aint gotta text, asking about her or my baby.
Sending that weak ass chump’s change. None of that. ”
My lashes fluttered, as I realized that Malice must’ve been going through my phone or something. Because how else did he know that Zae was still sending money?
“Nigga, fuck you!” Zae lashed, obviously losing his cool. “Ion take commands from no nigga. So, if you want me off her, then come make me move around.”
“Alright, bet. Say less.” Malice nodded, before ending the call. He then tossed my phone onto the bed, before focusing on me. “The fuck was you talking to that nigga for?”
I shrugged. “We speak from time to time. I didn’t think it was that deep.”
“Oh, well, shit, it’s that deep for me. That aint what we doing. Aint finna be no keeping contact with exes. Through text messages, social media, or fucking family. Block that nigga, and anybody else you used to deal with.”
I huffed out. “Okay.”
“You heard me?” He pressed, while we locked eyes.
I nodded. “Yes. I hear you.”
“Okay, cool. Come downstairs, and put something on your stomach. Then we can take a bath, and hit the door, before it’s too late.”
I frowned in confusion. “Where are we going?”
He looked me up and down. “Don’t you worry about that. Just do what I asked, please?”
Nodding, I headed out of the room, deciding that I wouldn’t argue, and just do what he’d asked.