Chapter 12 #2
I knew how I would react if I saw Fallon with another nigga.
However, her ass wasn’t ready to hear that truth.
So, I didn’t bother answering her. My focus went to getting her under control before she put herself in the fucking hospital.
Fallon might have played prissy, but when she got made, she could be ignorant as fuck.
She wouldn’t give a fuck if she was pregnant or not.
I was in no mood to deal with her bullshit today and not in my shop.
I looked over at Mikael, who was silent watching looking like he was amused.
I didn’t know what he was on, but I was finna see where his head was at later.
“Come talk to me in my office.” I said walking over to Fallon as I grabbed her by her arm, not rough but enough to pull her along with me. I heard Mikael talking to Solana and that annoyed me for whatever reason. Making me want to get this fucking conversation over with.
Once we were inside of the office, I shut the door then turned resting my back on the shut door. “What the fuck is ya problem?”
“My problem is you cackling with that homeless bitch like you single. Did you forget you have a fucking family and a baby on the way?” Fallon dramatically pointed to her stomach.
“Chill out. Solana works here and it ain’t like that between us. We got lunch together and that’s it.”
“I don’t give a fuck. You not single you shouldn’t be going nowhere with any bitch but me,” She said using her index finger to point to her chest.
“As long as I respect you and our relationship, I can do what the fuck I want to do. You not my mama Fallon.” I calmly responded to her.
I hated when a muthafucka tried to tell me what I could and could not do.
She knew that shit too. I wasn’t the overly jealous nigga who didn’t want his bitch interacting with other niggas.
As long as my bitch didn’t overstep or do too much, I was cool.
I expected the same in return when it came to my interactions.
Dealing with the opposite gender was inevitable.
I wasn't finna limit myself because of insecurities.
“I don’t want to be that crazy bitch either!” She yelled her chest huffing and puff.
“You wanna piss me off huh? Call my mama out her name again and I bet you won’t have to worry about me fuckin’ with nan other bitch.”
“Wooow, so you threating to leave me cause I called your mama outta her name?” Fallon asked in disbelief, but she was aware I didn’t play about my mama. Under no circumstance did I ever let her think she could play on my mama’s top. Not when I was around.
“Just cause you don’t fuck yours don’t mean you finna disrespect mine.”
“This is bullshit. How you get caught up yet I’m the one being threatened to get left?”
Licking my lips, I took a deep breath. The sad look on Fallon’s face I wanted to say I felt a pull in my heart to be lenient on her.
Or some shit about my love for her overpowering my anger towards her, but I couldn’t say it and mean it.
That spark that muthafuckas spoke about when they saw their partners.
Yeah, that was never the case for Fallon and me.
I had love for her because she’d birthed two about to be three of my seeds and off the strength of her being a part of my life for so long.
I cared for her but the undying love that burned a nigga soul to its core wasn’t there.
I couldn’t speak to how she felt for me, but I knew on my end the love wasn’t that deep for me.
Forreal it could have been me who was fucked up.
I wasn’t even sure if love really existed.
Too much shit would be done by people who swore up and down they were with their soulmates.
In my head if I loved a bitch so much, I would never be able to look at another bitch, but niggas cheated on the bitches they claimed they loved for sport.
A nigga could have the bitch of their dreams at home but be willing to risk losing it over pussy.
Bitches weren’t any better. They’d be on the same shit as a nigga all the while screaming, they loved their nigga.
Nothing about those situations seemed like real love more like toxic ass attachments.
I was cool on all that goofy shit. I would be single before I let my life turn into chaos over a finicky ass feeling like love.
“This ain’t even that deep. Chill with the disrespect.” I let out a long sigh; I wasn’t in the mood to keep going back and forth about this. A nigga was feelin’ good today, and I wanted to keep it that way.
“Okay, that fine and all. But Ion care for that girl working here. You don’t know nothing about her or what she got going on…”
“Solana straight. She been gettin’ shit in order around here. I’m not letting her go cause you in ya feelins about nothin’.”
“So…so…so…fuck how I feel?”
“You said that shit not me. I’m just telling you what it’s finna be. You ain’t gotta be around Solana. You barely come here. Speaking of, why are you here?”
I almost forgot about her surprise visit. Fallon never came to our shop for any reason. Since I’d opened it she’d only been here a handful of times. I couldn’t even get her to come down here to help a nigga out when I desperately needed a secretary.
“The girls wanted to spend the weekend with your mom, and I figured we could do something too,” Fallon sensually spoke, running a finger down my chest and licking her lips.
“You know once this baby comes you won't be able to get in this pussy the way you like. I don’t want to waste the little time we have left.”
“Oh, yeah?” I smirked at Fallon because if it was one thing she knew how to do it was make my dick hard.
I might have not been in love with her, but I loved her pussy.
Fallon may have been older than me, her pussy didn’t feel like it.
Ion know how she did it, but her shit was gushy, warm, and squeezed my dick whenever I was inside her walls.
Fallon havin’ good pussy made it easier to deal with her.
Us fuckin’ was one of the only times we got along.
“Mmmhmm,” Fallon let out a sexy moan that made my dick brick up.
She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling my face down to hers.
Sloppily she kissed me until I kissed her back.
My hands gripped her firm ass cheeks as we made out like two horny teenagers.
I felt her hands go to my zipper and a pang of guilt ran through my chest. Fuck, this shit was crazy.
I was having second thoughts about fuckin’ Fallon right now.
Not because I didn’t want to but the fact that Solana was so close.
I didn’t want her to feel any type of way if she heard us fucking.
A nigga felt like he was finna cheat on his girl.
I started to stop Fallon, who had pulled my dick from my boxes and jacking it off.
The shit felt so good, but my eyes kept darting to the side at the door.
In my head it felt like Solana could see through the door.
I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t notice Fallon had pulled up a chair and was sitting in it directly in front of my dick.
All my fight went out the door when I felt her mouth gobbling my dick up.
I bit the fuck outta my bottom lips to suppress the gruntle moan that almost left my lips when Fallon got to the base of my dick.
I was finna fuck the shit out of Fallon she knew that head was only a warmup for me.
Solana was gonna have to forgive me for this one cause a nigga was finna get his nut.