Chapter 13 #2
I snickered when I heard the people in the booth behind us groan in annoyance.
My eyes licked with the shorty in the booth behind us and my eyes bucked.
Beaumont wasn’t this fucking small. Zaylee’s four eyed ass was staring back at me.
She scoffed then adverted her eyes like a nigga was a peace of shit.
Focusing back on the nigga that was in front of her.
My jaw clenched as I told myself not to cause a fucking scene.
I might have not been fucking with Zaylee but that didn’t mean I wanted anyone else fucking with her.
Her sitting across from another nigga that wasn’t me didn’t sit right with my soul.
I was chalkin’ my possessiveness over her up to our history together.
A part of me would always want Zaylee to myself.
It wasn't in my rational mind because it didn’t even make sense to me.
I should have hated her ass with everything in me.
Yet here I was getting mad watchin’ her entertain some nigga.
I swear I needed to fuck Zaylee one good time.
That was the only reason that made sense to me.
Her coming back home opened up shit I thought I didn’t need closure for, but I did.
Fucking her would bring me back to my senses and let me see her for the baby killing bitch she is.
I really wanted to fuck the shit out of her at her dad’s funeral, but it didn’t seem like the right time or place.
I fucked with her mama too and I wasn’t tryna disrespect her house either.
I ain’t give a fuck about her bitch ass daddy either he wasn’t shit when he was alive and wasn’t finna be shit dead.
I had to check Zaylee’s dad one too many times for talking out the side of his neck to Zaylee.
He eventually got the picture when his face met my fist, and he learned to leave her the fuck alone.
That was back when I gave a fuck about her stupid ass.
“Mikaellll?” Nene waved her fat ass fingers in my face bringing my attention back to her. I forgot she was even here. “Did you hear anything I said?”
“Did I reply to you?” I asked, my irritation evident in my tone.
“Eww, don’t be rude, I was looking tryna out for you! Ungrateful ass nigga.”
“What the fuck you say Nene,” I tried not to look behind Nene at Zaylee, but our eyes kept locking.
“I was just saying about the new tow company, uh I think it’s called Brothers Towing or something.
They’ve been all over social media advertising their low prices.
They had a little ad with one of y’all trucks saying they’d beat y’all in every way or some shit like that.
” Nene shrugged her shoulders cluelessly as she picked up the menu looking over it.
Thankfully, she wasn’t lookin’ at a nigga cause I was focus on Zaylee’s dumb ass.
Subtly, while her nigga was looking down at his phone, Zaylee flipped me off.
I smirked contemplating if I should cause a scene or let her childish ass make it.
Apparently she thought I was a fucking joke.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, tuning back into what Nene’s was telling me.
Normally competition didn’t phase me. B&B wasn’t the only towing and mechanic shop in Beaumont, but we were the largest and only Black owned towing company.
Of course, people love to try to fuck with us because our name rang bells.
Most times they learned our business was solid and the little shit didn’t move us.
What got my attention was the name Brothers because everyone in Beaumont knew B&B stood for Blood Brothers.
It was one thing for muthafuckas to try to compete with us but to start trying to copy us. I wasn’t going for that shit.
“Pull that shit up.” I commanded, handing Nene my phone after the waiter to our order.
I watched her poke away at my screen then she handed me back my phone.
I watched a low budget video that was like one of them 90’s generic infomercials.
Like Nene said there was a part of the video that showed one of our trucks and these bitch niggas went in on our company like we were bum ass nigga.
But what got me was whoever was starting this business didn’t want their face to be shown because not once during the video did anyone show there face.
It was just pictures of the location if their shop they claimed was coming soon, one of their premium tow trucks, a shot of our trucks and then a picture with all their contact information.
If I had to base anything of the video whoever was starting this business wasn’t on shit.
“I wouldn’t be too worried ain't nobody listening to them forreal. Y’all’s little company gone be good.” Nene called herself being reassuring but her slow ass missed the fucking mark.
“Ain’t shit little about our business. Put some respect on our shit when you speak on it.
” I said with a deep scowl on my face. I would have gone off on Nene more, but my attention was on Zaylee walking past our table.
“I’ll be back,” I said to Nene, not missing a beat, I got up trailing behind Zaylee since she wanted to fuck with me, it was only right I returned the favor.
We walked towards the back of the restaurant towards the bathrooms. The men’s bathroom was across from the women's and then the single family bathroom was on the same side as the women’s bathroom.
Zaylee still oblivious to me following behind her she went to push the women’s bathroom door open, but I grabbed her forearm, pulling her into the family bathroom, locking us in.
She turned towards me with anger in her eyes.
“Why am I not shocked it’s your deranged ass.” Zaylee folded her arms across her chest as her eyes shot daggers my way.
“Deranged, I like that. Let me find out you really went to school and learned something,” I teased her, making her scoff and roll her eyes at me.
“How can I help you Mikael? I gotta pee and you holding me up.”
Zaylee was full of shit, one thing for sure I knew for a fact that her ass couldn’t hold her pee for shit.
Even as kids she couldn’t hold her pee to save her life.
I'd seen this girl pee on herself more than once when we were younger.
If she really had to pee her ass would have been on the toilet by now instead of standing in front me with her face screwed up like she was scaring somebody.
“Pee, ain’t nobody stoppin’ you. Ain’t shit I ain’t seen before,” I replied with a smirk eyeing her thick thighs in the floor length, red, tight fitted, skirt that flared out at the bottom. Zaylee had definitely gotten her grown woman curves.
Every time I laid eyes on Zaylee her ass got finer and finer. She was thicker and her stomach wasn’t all the way flat like it used to be, but she wore the new weight well. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her. I was gonna make this one time count.
“You ain’t seen shit. Move around and go back with ya little blow up doll out there waiting on you. “Zaylee used her hand to shoo me, but I was more intrigued by her jealousy.
“You mad it ain’t you?” I said staring her in her eyes, I walked up invading her personal space.
“Nigga, please. I’m happy with my nigga.” She capped, we might have not been around each other in years and I’m sure Zaylee had new shit about her I didn’t know. However, I knew Zaylee to her core. She had the same indicators that let me know she was lying.
“That lame ass nigga ain’t me.”
“That’s the idea. Goofy.”
“Bet that nigga don’t fuck you the way I used to.” I couldn’t help myself as I grabbed a handful of her juicy ass. Squeezing it, I smiled happy that it was as soft as I envisioned it to be.
Zaylee tilted her head slightly to the side as she looked up at me. “Is that what this is? You want some pussy?”
“Mannn,” I couldn’t even say anything cause her bluntness had me shocked.
A nigga was taken aback forreal. The Zaylee I knew was shy as fuck when it came to anything about sex. Since I was the only nigga she’d been with she was green to a lot of shit. If remembered correctly she hated the word pussy. Maybe I didn’t know Zaylee as well as I thought I did.
“That’s fine you can have some pussy but trust me I’m not the same ass little girl who ran from dick.
I take that shit like a pro now.” The sultry tone and the bluntness of Zaylee’s words had my dick waking up.
I didn’t think getting pussy from her was finna be this easy put fuck it, made my life easier.
I could hurry up and move on from this bitch.
“Just like that? You be givin’ pussy out like that?” I had to ask. I would be salty if Zaylee turned into a ho, I was still gon’ fuck though.
“Nah, not even, you not just anybody. You broke this pussy in. So why not let you see what it can do now.” Zaylee placed her hand on my chest pushing me back.
Zaylee had a nigga in a trance as I watched her movements.
She bent over grabbing the bottom of her skirt pulling it up revealing her smooth chocolate legs then her blue panties that concealed her pussy lips from my vision.
I went to caress her pussy. It had been forever since I saw her pretty ass pussy and I wanted to see if she responded to me like she used to.
Zaylee pushed my hand away from her pussy, making me stumble back even further.
“You gotta eat this pussy before you can feel her.” She teased me patting her pussy as she scooted herself back on the bathroom skin. With her legs draped on each side of the sink she hooked her index finger in her panties pulling them to the side.
My mouth salivated seeing her dark pussy with her juice cover it like lip gloss.
Zaylee’s freaky ass twirled her finger in her pussy.
Throwing her head back as she played in her pussy.
I don’t know when she stopped being shy when it came to fuckin’ but I was loving this version of her.
My dick felt like a rocket tryna bust outta my pants as I watched the freaky show Zaylee was putting on for me.
Her pussy was still pretty and if she had been any other bitch I would have laughed when she mentioned eating her pussy but since it was Zaylee.
I was finna suck on her pussy until I had her cumming in my mouth.
Zaylee had me thirsty as fuck, I wasted no time squatting in front of the sink.
Bringing her legs over my shoulders I dove in headfirst. I started messily eating her pussy making sure I smeared her juices all over my face.
She tasted just as sweet as I remembered.
Zaylee had the type of pussy you lost your mind over.
If her pussy felt as good as it tasted there was no way I would be able to only sample the pussy once.