2. Shaun Smith #2
“Look, you know having a baby ain’t the move for us, so I will pay for the termination. I doubt you trying to hang up ya groupie shoes to be somebody’s mama.” I notified once the hotel clerk exited.
“You’re right. At least not for you. You don’t have enough money for me to retire and become Susie Homemaker.” She talked as she uncovered the food, tasting her drink in the process.
So much for the bitch thinking I was a catch.
Shit, if I let her throw back cocktails enough, I may not even need to pay for a fucking abortion.
“You don’t know shit about what I make, and I always got it when ya fucking hand is out, don’t I?” I went to sit down at the table where all the food was resting.
“That’s true, but I want a baby by a nigga making millions.
” She prayed over her food as I glowered at her ass.
I hated that I couldn’t leave her alone.
A nigga had needs, and her pussy was good.
Even better, she was quiet. Any other female would’ve been hunting Daylin down to tell on my ass.
“Speaking of money, I want the money for the abortion and some extra on my hush money you give me monthly.”
“I got you,” was all I said because, shit, what else could I say?
We ate the food, then Morgin sucked me off until completion before she got dressed so I could take her ass home.
“I need you to take me to Delicacies warehouse.” She tapped on her phone with them long ass nails.
“Huh?” I damn near hit the car in front of me sitting at the red light and making Morgin curl her lip as she looked over at me.
“Nigga, I said I need you to take me to Delicacies. Calm your tits. That’s where my car is. You literally picked me up from there.”
“Yeah, but that was fucking hours ago. And I don’t have tits!” I growled. “I can’t risk Daylin—”
“Nigga, it’s one a.m. Daylin’s ass was gone by six p.m. Why do you think you were able to pick me up?”
She had a point, but for some reason, I had a bad ass feeling. Between my girl being standoffish and that nigga Rakim being in my business, I didn’t feel comfortable stopping by Delicacies again.
One time was risky enough, and I felt like us being seen together in the daytime could be explained.
But after hours, wasn’t shit going on but drug deals and fucking.
I’d tried to convince Morgin to just meet me at the hotel but she went on about how I wouldn’t make Daylin drive herself if it was her and some mo’ shit.
I just wanted to fuck so I said what I needed to for her to shut the fuck up.
“I don’t know.”
“I need my car. You don’t think Daylin will find it odd that my car is in her lot still come morning?”
She was right, so I had no fucking choice but to take her ass back to the warehouse.
The whole way there, I was anxious as fuck, while Morgin didn’t have a care in the fucking world, making phone calls to homegirls just as ghetto as her and controlling my fucking radio as if she had permission.
She came with a lot of headache inducing qualities, but as long as I wasn’t getting pussy from my girl, I would have to deal.
Finally, I pulled up to Delicacies but stopped a little ways down from the opening of the parking lot. It wasn’t a public shop, so the parking lot was quite small, only enough spaces for the people that worked for Daylin’s e-commerce company.
“Get out.”
“Pull in. It’s cold.” She dug through her purse. “Daylin is probably getting folded up by Rakim anyway.” She laughed heartily.
Shaking my head, I did as she said only because I saw the lot appeared to be abandoned at the moment. Not to mention, it was very possible Daylin was laid up with old boy.
Pulling in, I hit the brake and unlocked the car so Morgin could get out and grab her bag from my back seat while I busied myself on my phone, looking to see if Daylin posted a story or something. She had, but it was about an upcoming collection.
The door to the warehouse scraped the gravelly parking lot, making me look up, and when I locked eyes with Daylin, my heart sank into my ass.
“What the fuck is going on?” she barked, making Morgin pull her head out of my back seat while carrying her bag.
“No, no!” Morgin screamed when Daylin charged her and immediately started pounding her head in with her fists.
Morgin’s bag fell, and she went right with that muthafucka as Daylin wore her ass out, unfazed by the few punk ass swings Morgin threw her way.
“You’re next, bitch!” Daylin shouted to me as she picked Morgin up by her hair and kicked that bitch in the stomach like she’d been scoring field goals for a decade straight.
Her words registered, so I threw my shit in reverse and floored the accelerator out of the lot, my door closing on its own due to the velocity, and then I sped the fuck off, leaving Morgin to fend for herself.
The entire route to my house, I kept checking over my shoulder as if Daylin would pop up in my fucking back seat at any minute. I didn’t know if I was more fucking afraid of the repercussions of being caught cheating or our relationship ending altogether.
“Fuck!” I bellowed, pulling into my apartment complex parking lot. “Fuuuuuck!” I shouted in anguish again.
Daylin was for sure done with me now, Rakim in the picture or not. My only saving grace would be to pretend I thought we were on a break like she’d asked for.
I climbed out and hurried onto the elevator before internally telling myself to calm the fuck down. It was just Daylin’s little ass, not the muthafuckin’ boogeyman.
I tread down the hall and then entered my apartment, locking up before going to turn the shower on. I felt disgusting, for some reason, and maybe it was because Daylin had caught me in some bullshit.