Chapter 8
After I finished pumping both of our gas, Summer got out of her car and approached me.
Now I didn’t want to be an insecure ass nigga, but I know what I know.
And what I did know is the smell of another nigga.
Summer lied to me and told me she was doing something for a client, but she couldn’t lie for shit.
“Do you mind chilling with me tonight? It’s late and there’s no need for you to go all the way home when you can come with me,” Summer stated.
“Now you want a nigga to chill with you. Earlier, you didn’t want to be bothered, and now I’m supposed to stop what I’m doing.”
“Exactly, what are you doing out this late?”
“Don’t flip this shit. Get your ass in the damn car, and I’ll follow you.”
Summer was on that slick shit but there ain’t never been a person that’s tried me on some snake shit and didn’t get caught.
I followed behind her closely as she drove to her spot.
She kept looking at me through her rearview mirror like she was nervous.
Summer didn’t have to worry about me questioning her because she couldn’t hide shit.
Jill wasn’t home when we got to the apartment.
I slipped my shoes off and followed Summer to her room.
She unlocked the door and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.
I was taking notes on her ass. Summer had just taken a shower when I was here earlier and now here it was almost midnight and she was taking another shower.
“You must have worked out or some shit?” I asked her.
“What you mean?”
“You getting in the shower.”
“Oh, you know how I am,” she brushed me off.
I walked up to her and tried to kiss her, but she turned her head.
“Let me take a shower and then you can kiss on me all you want to.”
I just looked at her and backed away. While she showered, I flipped the television, looking for something to watch.
Summer’s music was drowning out the television.
Throwing the remote down and picking up my phone, I scrolled through a few of my apps when her phone started ringing.
I ignored it because we didn’t do the go through the phone thing. Hell, she wasn’t my wife yet.
There was a message from an unsaved number, and again I ignored it and went back to my phone.
My green light on Facebook gave muthafuckas the permission to jump in my inbox.
The shit was aggravating as hell. My inbox went off again, but it was Pinkie.
I wasn’t about to entertain her ass either.
She was after me hard, but I wasn’t about to fuck around with her.
She was thirsty and thirsty hoes fucked up niggas’ lives and shit.
Summer’s phone had gone off three more times and she still hadn’t gotten out the shower. It was the same number. The next time it went off, I promised myself that I was going to answer. The only person calling back to back was a nigga. I’m sure that’s where her ass was coming from.
Ring…Ring…Ring
I snatched the phone up so fast that I dropped my shit on the floor.
“Yea.” I spoke in the phone, already getting out the bed. I picked my phone up and checked for damages before sliding it in my pocket.
“Where Summer at?” A nigga asked.
Pulling the phone away from my ear, I walked to the bathroom door where Summer was still washing her pussy like she was trying to get that nigga off her. I could clearly see her through the shower door.
“She in the shower. Who this?”
“What?” Summer yelled.
“Oh, nothing bae. Just a nigga on the phone asking for you.”
Summer pulled the shower door open with soap still on her. “What you said?”
“It’s a nigga on the phone for you.”
Her face went flush, and I knew right then and there she was guilty, so now I had to get all the information I needed.
“What you want with her partna?” I asked into the phone as I watched Summer rush to get the soap off of her.
“She just left from over my crib, and she left her debit card. Not that it’s any of your muthafuckin’ business.”
“Pussy ass nigga it is my business when she’s supposed to be my girl but I tell your soft ass what, you can have her. I don’t need a muthafucka on my team I can’t trust.”
“She was never yours in the first place…”
I hung up in his face. You’ll never catch me arguing with another nigga.
That was weak shit to me. My problem was with Summer, not the nigga on the phone.
I placed her phone on the counter in the bathroom as I sat waiting for her ass to get out of the shower.
Now that I was off the phone, she wanted to take her time to get out.
If this was the other way around, my phone would be broken and some of my shit would be cut up. Here I was being calm, waiting to see if she was going to be honest about where the fuck she had been.
“Get your ass out that goddamn shower. You was just throwing pussy on another nigga dick and now you scared to get the fuck out the shower and face me? Get your snake ass out of there before I pour some bleach on your ass and burn that raggedy ass pussy.”
Summer turned the shower off and stepped out of the shower with water dripping all over her fine ass body. I had to have an inside conversation with myself to keep my dick from getting hard. She wrapped herself in the towel and stood in front of me like she wanted to say something but she couldn’t.
“You ain’t got shit to say? All that looking dumb and shit ain’t working.”
“It’s nothing like you think it is.”
“You fucked him?”
“Law…”
“Fuck that, did you fuck him? The seat of your panties extremely wet. I couldn’t even touch them because I was scared that nigga nut was in your panties.”
She didn’t give me an answer. I pushed her ass from in front of me and went to put my shoes on before I beat her ass in this apartment.
My short fuse was lit and before I hurt her, I would leave.
Usually, it’s her with the slapping and punching, but now she was standing in front of me with the shit face.
“It is not what you think, Law. You get fucking mad for nothing. If you want to hear that we didn’t fuck, then we didn’t fuck, but there’s no need for you to get mad and leave. That’s some weak ass shit.”
“Summer, shut the fuck up telling me what’s weak.
Nigga, if this was a bitch on my line, you would’a busted my lip by now, broke my phone, and probably pulled up on the bitch.
Whoever that pussy ass nigga is wasn’t here to pick your ass up when you were at rock bottom.
I’m leaving because I really want to put my hands on you for disrespecting me.
It ain’t got shit to do with you and him. ”
“I’m sorry, Law.”
“Yea, you right. You a sorry ass girlfriend that used a real nigga only to go give the pussy to a soft ass nigga.”
I opened the door, and Summer slammed it back closed.
Squeezing my eyes shut and counting to ten, I finally was able to open them and let out a frustrated breath.
Summer was a lot shorter than me, but she was feisty as hell which made her strong.
I let her ass think she could really get with me but honestly, I spare her ass when she goes on her rants.
“Summer get the fuck out of my way before I hurt you. I’m at my breaking point and if I hit you, I’m going to hurt you.”
“No! We are going to talk this shit out. Ain’t that what you used to tell me?”
“When I wanted to talk a few minutes ago, you stood your dumb ass in the bathroom. Move so I can go.”
I opened the door and she slammed it again.
My anger was boiling over and I didn’t want to hurt her.
I picked her ass up and slammed her down on the sofa so hard that she bounced off and fell on the floor.
She could’ve broken something; I didn’t turn around to see.
When I got in my car, Yung Bleu was playing on the radio.
It was the perfect song for the occasion.
Summer had just made the biggest mistake of her life.
She was the only girl who could stop me from being a dog.
Now that we were done, she was on her own.
Before I could get home, Summer called me so many times that I couldn’t enjoy my damn music because it kept stopping when she called.
I wasn’t going to block her or none of that shit.
She was going to catch all this shit. Women been waiting for her to fuck up.