Chapter 22
Summer and I were enjoying lunch after her twenty-week checkup.
We found out we were having a little girl.
I couldn’t even imagine having another one of her walking around and acting crazy.
I just wanted to spend some time with her and show her how much I loved her.
Summer was acting weird with me, but I couldn’t think of any reason why.
I was extra careful with Pinkie. Money was adding up, and I let her move out of that little spot and in with me.
“What’s been going on with you lately?”
“Nothing.” It was her shortness with me that caught my attention. She was still having sex with me so it wasn’t the dick.
“Why you not talking or anything? You just acting like you ain’t fucking with me.”
“I been feeling like you’ve been lying to me about something but I’ll either get over it or you’ll suffer the consequences.” She stared at me.
“What I got to lie to you about?”
“I’m not sure yet.” It was the look she gave me, like she knew something I didn’t know.
I sat there trying to figure out my last few days.
I hadn’t been with Pinkie none the past month.
We cooled off for a minute because my mama told her the story about my brother.
It spooked her ass out a little bit, so she stopped calling.
That was fine with me because I could focus more on what I needed to.
I let Summer finish eating before I dropped her off at home to get some rest. I sent Pinkie a text message so we could link up and talk.
It was time to end this shit between us before Summer snapped.
Her eyes were telling me she was at the end of her rope.
All I thought about was my daughter. To keep us all safe, it was time to stop playing this damn game.
Pinkie wasn’t letting me come to her house, so we met at her club.
She told me to park in the back by her car and she’ll come down.
She wanted me to come inside but I knew better than that.
I felt like if we talked in the car, it would be quick and I could get back home.
When I parked behind her car, I sent her a text and waited for her to come down.
She walked down looking like she didn’t have a care in the world. I didn’t want her in my car but she climbed in anyway and shut the door. Her perfume invaded my nostrils and made my dick hard.
“What you coming to tell me; you can’t give me that good ass dick no more?”
“Yea, that’s actually what I wanted. I don’t want my girl getting upset because I’m fucking up. She’s carrying my baby and stress ain’t what she needs.”
“I can respect that, but she wouldn’t be stressed out if she wasn’t chasing behind me. What me and you got can go on forever because I’m not the one talking and acting immature.”
“I think it’s just her hormones, but we still need to chill.”
Pinkie’s hand went straight to my crotch. It didn’t take long for my dick to grow. She smiled at me before pulling it out.
“Would your girl do some wild shit like this? In broad daylight with a mouth full of dick?”
She gobbled it whole, making it disappear and reappear. My hands found their way in her weave to help her go down on it a little further.
“Why you holding in them moans? Let them out. You know that only turns me on more.”
I let my seat back a little and closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. Pinkie was good at what she does, that’s why she’ll never be a wife. It’s been days I sat and thought about why she would even want to be someone’s side bitch. I would always come back empty.
“Tighten your mouth up some and suck it slow so I can give you what you want.” I looked down at the back of her head.
I closed my eyes and tried my best to focus on the nut that was building, but all I could see was Summer and her holding my baby with a gun in her hand. The shit was bothering me so bad that my dick went limp, and no matter how much Pinkie tried to get it back hard it just wouldn’t get up.
“Pinkie just move. I need to go so get out.”
She wiped her mouth and pulled the visor down to straighten her hair before getting out. I don’t think her feet were completely on the pavement before I pulled off heading towards my house. I parked next to Summer’s car and walked in the house.
“Summer!” I called out, but she didn’t answer.
I walked up the stairs because she was probably knocked out as usual.
All she did was sleep and eat. The television was on in our bedroom, and the cover was pulled back but she wasn’t in the bed.
There were small drops of blood on the carpet as I made my way to the bathroom.
Summer was sitting on the floor, bleeding as she held her phone in her hand.
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
“Baby, what’s going on? Where you bleeding from? Come on, let me get you to the hospital.”
As soon as I lifted her up her phone fell on the floor. It was a video with my voice and the sunroof of my car.
“Tighten your mouth up some and suck it slow so I can give you want you want,” was playing before Summer took the last piece of strength and punched me dead in my mouth before she passed out.