Chapter 14 #2
“Oh-Kay,” I dismissively said to the bitch not because I was scared.
I just didn’t do all the back and forth arguing.
When it came to fighting it was swing or shut the fuck up with me.
No in-between. Females loved to underestimate me cause I wore thick ass glasses, but they’d all fucked around and found out.
“Nene go sit the fuck down,” Mikael cut his eyes to Nene, and she scoffed at him offended he didn’t side with her.
“Mikael go sit with your bitch and leave us the fuck alone so we can eat in fucking peace got damn.” I snapped at him angrily.
I was over him and his little minion for the day.
I wasn’t finna sit with Lamell’s weird ass either.
He was just sitting here quietly watching everything unfold, he didn’t look uncomfortable.
More like he was enjoying the ghetto show we were putting on.
My Black ass was about to get the fuck outta here.
“Oh yeah?” He asked with a fake chuckle then in a flash he leaned over our table swiping all our food and drinks onto the floor.
I was speechless as I jumped out of the way so nothing would get onto me.
Nene had a look of confusion on her face as she looked at Mikael's ass whose demeanor wasn’t matching his actions.
He was calm as a feather and oddly enough so was Lamell he didn’t budge an inch when the food and drinks went flying off the table.
He just look down at the mess and shook his head.
Lamell was either a serial killer, or he was scared as hell and hiding it.
Mikael looked at me sinisterly, grinning like he was planning to ruin my life.
“Y’all can eat the shit now and since I’m in a good ass mood.
” Mikael continued talking in a mocking tone.
He pulled a wad of money out of his pocket peeling back a few hundred dollar bills.
He threw them on the empty table. “I’m out,” He said then left the restaurant and Nene followed behind him quietly.
“Excuse me but our manager called the police if I was y’all I would leave if I was you.” Our waitress said to me and I rolled my eyes. It was always something when I had to deal with Mikael.
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Later That Night.
“Yanna, that shit was so fucking embarrassing,” I groaned into the phone as I sipped on my glass of red wine.
After the day I had I needed a drink. I sent Lamelle on his way home early.
The ride back to my condo was so awkward.
I was really starting to believe he wasn’t all the way there.
The minute we got in the car Lamelle said he was hungry and did I want to go somewhere else to get food.
He acted like the entire situation at the restaurant didn’t happen.
I legit had to ask him if he was okay. Lamelle had me second guessing if I imagined the entire situation the way he was moving about.
I couldn’t take anymore of whatever the hell Lamelle was dealing with.
I told him I needed space and he needed to go home.
Just as calm as he’d been he just said okay then left promising to call me when he made it home.
I didn’t even have the mental capacity to figure out what the hell Mikael had going on.
“Bitch, I can’t stop laughing. That nigga said he ain’t eating no coochie for you to be sitting up eating with the next nigga.
“Was eating the hell out of this coochie,” I almost moaned thinking about how good Mikael’s tongue felt.
“I already know you finna double back with that nigga. He is fine.” Yanna snickered into the phone.
When we were younger we didn’t get to hang out as much because she lived on the other side of town and we went to different schools.
Yanna’s mom did let her spend the weekends with us sometimes.
So, she knew about Mikael and me growing up, he was all I would talk about at one point in life.
She was also around for the aftermath of my breakup with Mikael.
Yanna had been one of the helping hands that got me through that period of my life.
It sucked going to different colleges, but we stayed in touch as much as we could through the years.
It was never the same as being able to see each other every day.
Since I moved back home we’ve been making up for lost time.
We hung out with Yanna almost every day.
If I wasn’t at work I was either at her place or she was at mine or we were on the phone with each other.
It felt good to be getting close with my sister again.
Yanna has an on again, off again boyfriend she’d been with for the last three years.
Her job as a traveling nurse was hard to keep a steady relationship and that caused most of the friction in their relationship.
That’s what she thought but when she started taking jobs closer to home, and their relationship didn’t improve.
Yanna said she needed to reevaluate some things so currently they were off.
That meant she was living her best life at the moment.
Yanna isn’t a party girl, she didn’t care for clubs or bars, but she had a very active social life.
Since she didn’t have any kids Yanna did what she pleased.
The month before she was on a week-long cruise to the Bahamas and the only reason she hadn’t been on another trip was because I’d just moved back home and she wanted to spend time with me.
“Not like how you trying to make it. I just want some dick and head a few more times. That’s it, that's all.”
“If anything, you need to stay away from that dick,” Yanna cooly replied. “You was in love with that nigga. Ain’t no such thing as just dick from a nigga you loved…Deeply.”
“I got this under control. I’m not even stuntin’’ Mikael like that.” I confidently said even if I didn’t believe that all the way myself.
“Mmmhmm. Whatever you say big sister.” Yanna replied like she didn’t believe shit I was saying.
“Ugh, you get on my damn nerves.” I chuckled into the phone. “Can I get some dick in peace please?”
“Absolutely, get all the dick you need. I’m here for it but, Imma keep it real with you at the same time.”
“Keep it real after I get the dick…puhlease.”
“As long as I can tell you I told you so.”
I let out a low groan as I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t going to give Yanna the satisfaction of being right. I knew what I was doing. Getting some good dick and then moving on with my life. Nothing more nothing less.