30. Scar
CHAPTER THIRTY
SCAR
THREE WEEKS LATER…
F or the last three weeks, Doll had been dodging the fuck out of me. I tried hitting her line but found out she placed me on the blocklist. Shawty was really tripping for no reason. It was irritating the fuck outta me. I tried passing her messages through Stoney, but every time I saw Stoney and asked her what she said, she’d tell me that Doll would cut her off before she could say everything she needed to say. If anyone asked me, I don’t even think she was really telling her the shit to begin with.
I had been sleeping with different bitches tryna take my mind off her, but nothing was helping. Everywhere I turned, something reminded me of her. Doll was invading my mind in the worst way, and I had to figure out what the fuck I was gon’ do before I went insane.
I sat there at the table listening to Kaylan as she described just how great her honeymoon was for the millionth time. It was all the mufucka could seem to talk ’bout since they made it back. I didn’t want to sound salty or anything, but got damn I was tired of hearing ’bout the shit.
Once a week, Schizo and I picked a restaurant and sat down for dinner. It used to be a family thing with Ma and Pops, but they never seemed to be able to stay home long enough. They were always out of the country somewhere, just like they were now. We mainly saw them on holidays or if someone died. I didn’t blame ’em though. I’d be out there traveling the world my-damn-self if I didn’t have any responsibilities.
I took a swig from my Remy and swirled the rest ’round in my glass. When Schizo first began bringing her ass to our dinners, I hated the shit. It was some off ’bout the bitch that I just couldn’t place my finger on. She annoyed the fuck out of me and I tried my hardest to stay the fuck away from her ass.
“Is that Doll?” she asked, grasping my attention.
“Where?” Her brow arched as she scrutinized me.
“Why you still checking for Doll? Y’all still be talking?”
“Worry ’bout ya own business,” I told her soon as my eyes landed on Doll. She was being escorted to a table by the hostess with some nigga right on her trail. She was wearing this black, rhinestone, halter bodycon dress. The shit looked as if it was painted on. Her thighs looked a lil thicker and her hips looked a lil wider. She packed on a lil weight since the last time I saw her. Her hair was parted down the middle and freshly pressed. My hand tightly gripped the glass ’til it exploded in my hand, and Kaylan shrieked.
“You might want to get your hand checked out,” she suggested. I grabbed the cloth napkin off the table and wrapped it ’round my hand. I’d go get it checked out after I left here.
I got up from the table and Schizo caught me by the wrist. Our gazes met, and he said, “Don’t do nothing stupid.”
Snatching away from him, I marched in their direction just as they were settling at the table. “Did I tell you how good you look in that dress?” the guy questioned her as I grabbed a chair from a table and planted it right in the center of ’em. I made myself comfortable in the chair and eyed her. Doll’s eyes diverted to her lap where she most likely was fiddling with her fingers.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked me.
Ignoring his question, I leaned over and stroked the side of her thigh. “Yo’ ass getting fatter. The fuck you been doing?”
“You know him?” dude asked Doll, finally gaining her attention.
“Just ignore him. Maybe he’ll go away.”
“I ain’t going anywhere. Looks like we on a date to me.”
“Scar,” she whined.
“She don’t wanna be bothered with you. I think you should go.”
My eyes remained on Doll, and I asked, “You want me to leave?” She gazed at me with pleading eyes but didn’t utter a word. I took that as a no and lifted my hand in the air to call the waitress over to order me a drink.
The waitress wasted no time getting to the table. “Let me get a Remy on the rocks.”
“So you really ain’t gon’ tell this nigga to get the fuck on?” The fucka was eyeing Doll down. He was a bitch. I could tell ’cause if he was an alpha male, he would have been stood up to me.
I hooked Doll’s chin and lured her right into my trance. My lips attacked her glossy ones and she didn’t fight back either. She missed me and knew she did. I’on know why she be playing fucking games.
“That’s fucking it!” The lil bitch got up from the table and roughly gripped Doll by the wrist. She winced, and I slammed my strap down on the table.
“Touch her like that again and see what the fuck happen.”
“Why you so pressed ’bout a ho?”
Grabbing my piece, I slapped the fuck out that nigga with it. His head flung to the side and blood seeped from the corners of his mouth. Lifting to my feet, I glared down at him and replied, “She ain’t a ho, she my ho, nigga.” Still sneering at him, I told her, “Take ya ass to the car. It’s parked out front. I’ll be there in a few.”
Doll didn’t hesitate to gather her things and scurry the hell out of there. Once she was out of view, I tucked my gun back in my waistline and went back to my table. “I’m ’bout to take Doll home. I’ll hit you up later.” I dapped Schizo up. Kaylan stood to her feet and went to hug me but I dodged the fuck out of her ass.
“Ugh, just rude,” she said as I sauntered away from the table.
When I got outside, Doll stood alongside my car with her phone shoved up to her face. The closer I got to her, I could tell that she was on FaceBook. I didn’t too much keep up with social media like that. I’d hop on and make a post every blue moon and sign right back out. I didn’t have to manage any of our business pages. We paid people for that bullshit. Social media was nothing but a facade. All niggas did was lie all day long on that mufucka anyway.
I smacked her on the ass and she jumped. “You ready?”
“That shit hurt.” She frowned and slipped her phone into her clutch.
“You ain’t nothing but a big ass crybaby.” I rubbed her ass cheek to soothe the pain then leaned down and kissed it. Her eyes twinkled as she looked back at me. Damn, this girl was gorgeous as fuck. I don’t know what the fuck took over me, but I gripped her by the neck and pinned her against the car. I sucked her lower lip into my mouth and released it. Our lips meshed and my heart raced. I had been fighting it, but Doll had been doing some shit to me that I could no longer battle.
We kissed ’til our lips were sore. I broke the kiss and opened the passenger door before I bent this damn girl over and fucked her brains out in front of this restaurant. She climbed in and I rounded to my side and hopped in. Her hand eased over into my lap and she gripped my bricked dick through my pants. Our gazes met, and I said, “I’on know why the fuck you keep playing with me.”
“I want you,” escaped her lips, and I mashed down hard on that fucking gas and took her ass straight to the crib. Doll had my mind so fucked up that I took her ass to my house and not the penthouse. Not a soul knew where I really rested my head outside of immediate family, and here I was showing her shit that could place me in harm’s way. Doll had me thinking with my lower head and not the one on my shoulders.
I hit the garage button and drove straight inside. My dick was rock hard. With the way she stroked that mufucka all the way to the house, I’on know how the shit ain’t erupt. I hurried up and got the fuck out that car and opened the door for her. Doll’s feet ain’t even touch the ground. I reached in and picked her ass up then carried her straight into the dark house.
I took her upstairs to my bedroom and gently rested her against the bed. She kicked her pumps off and unbuttoned her dress from round her neck. The shit fell and displayed her erect areoles. My mouth watered. I needed Doll. I needed her more than the fucking air I breathed.
Gripping her right breast, I twirled my tongue ’round her nipple and sucked it tenderly. “Mmmhmm,” she moaned, and my dick throbbed. My shit felt like it was gon’ burst. I had never in life wanted to experience a woman as much as I wanted to dive in between Doll’s thighs.
I planted a trail of sweet kisses from her chest, up the side of her neck, to her chin. She tugged on my Gucci belt and scrambled to get my pants and briefs down. I pushed ’em underneath my ass and slipped my hand in between her thighs. Her sweet juices immediately welcomed me and I realized that she wasn’t even wearing any panties.
Breaking our kiss, I asked, “Why the fuck you don’t have any panties on?” Her face flushed. “You was gon’ fuck that nigga? And you better not lie to me.” Her eyes bounced ’round as if she couldn’t fucking focus on me. I wanted to smack the shit out her ass. “Look at me and answer my question.”
“I’on know… maybe.”
My teeth clenched, hearing those words seep from her lips. I lifted her dress over her hips and rested my dick at her opening. “You really out here tryna give my shit away.”
“Your shit?”
“That’s what the fuck I said. You lost yo’ got damn mind.” I eased inside her and she gasped. That shit was music to my ears. “This my mufuckin’ pussy. You hear me?” Doll was so busy moaning that she didn’t even answer me. “I see you think I’m fucking playing witcho ass.”
Pulling my dick out, I shoved my pants all the way down and flip her over on all fours.
Smack!
Her ass jiggled from the impact of my hand. I spread her cheeks and licked her from her dripping wet pussy to her asshole. My dick eased back inside her and all I heard was, “Sssssss.”
Grabbing a fist full of her mane, I pounded her pussy and yanked her head back. My lips neared her ear and I asked, “Who fucking pussy is this?”
“It’s-it’s yours!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. The way her pussy contracted on my dick, I sensed she was climaxing.
“That’s what the fuck I thought. I better not catch nobody else sniffing ’round my pussy or they mufuckin’ blood gon’ be on yo’ hands. You hear me?”
“Y-yes! Fuck! It’s coming agaaaaaaaaaain!” Doll released on me for the second time. Her pussy was so fucking wet. I don’t even remember it being that wet the last time we fucked. Got damn. I was trying my best to hold it together, but the macaroni sounds and the pressure from her pussy had me ready to explode, and that’s exactly what the fuck I did. I bust all in her pussy.
Leaning back, I admired my work as I watched the mess I made seep from the corners of her pussy. That just bricked me right back up and I kept going. That night, Doll and I fucked so fucking much, I don’t know what time I went to bed.