Chapter 21 #2
I wished he would have kept his mouth closed because as soon as I laid eyes on his cocky ass smirk I wanted to knock it back off his fucking face.
Even in his plain white crew neck t-shirt, Black dickie work pants and work shoes Mikael knew he was the shit.
He made his work clothes look like a million dollars and I loathed that shit.
I wanted him to be fat, Black, and ugly so the burning jealousy shot through my body wouldn’t feel as intense.
Seeing him with another bitch made me green with envy.
I didn’t like that shit. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything when it came to Mikael.
I knew he dealt with other bitches; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out.
However, seeing him with a bitch in the flesh was different than assuming he was fucking with them.
I wanted to slap the fuck out the both of them just because.
I didn’t make sense, but I felt like both their asses were disrespecting me.
Mikael might have been used to the young, quiet girl he met all those years ago but that wasn’t the case.
I was still quiet, but I had no problems speaking on how I felt especially when it came to people playing in my damn face.
“Oh, you know me now?” I smartly said snaking my neck side to side. Mikael was about to feel the full extent of my attitude.
“Man, gon’ with that shit Zaylee,” Mikael scoffed at me with an attitude and I looked at him like he was slow, cause what the fuck was he mad for?
Before I had a chance to say anything back the light skinned bitch opened her mouth.
“Mikael, who the fuck is this bitch,” She cut her eyes at me then turned around looking at Mikael.
“Ya mammy is a bitch, bitch.” I shot right back at that ho.
She had the right one on the wrong day. Her ass could let these glasses fool her if she wanted to.
I’d have her leaving this office bloody and bruised.
I don’t think Mikael was expecting me to get smart with ol’ girl because his eyes grew wide as he looked at me shocked for a quick second before he went back to his neutral face.
“Bitch, who the fuck is you talking to? Cause it sure and the fuck can’t be Nene La’trice Smith.
Not me; cause I knock bitches out. Specifically, you hos who get a little dick and chase behind my nigga.
You might have gotten a little nut but Mikael ain’t never gone leave me.
I’m number one bitch.” Nene proudly said, folding her arms across her chest with a smug look in her eyes.
I guess she thought she did her big one when she ain’t did shit but waste her fucking breath.
“You gotta be as slow as you look.” I giggled looking at the both of them with amusement.
“Claiming a nigga that’s had his tongue in every hole on my body almost every day for the last month.
That’s some slow bitch shit. Let me find out you down bad Mikael, you gotta get bitches from the remedial classes.
” I snickered at the sour look on Mikael’s face.
“I rather fuck with a slow bitch than a baby killer. At least I know my seed gotta chance to live cause her ass ain’t smart enough to get up on that table alone.” Mikael evilly said to me with his eyes in slits.
“Nigga I know you ain’t calling me slow with this bitch?” Nene angrily asked Mikael.
“Nah, ain’t even talkin’ about you.” I didn’t miss the look of disgust on Mikael’s face as he spoke to Nene. “Speakin’ in general on the type of bitch I would rather fuck with over her funky ass.”
“My ass funky but ya tongue stayed in it. You must be a nasty ass nigga.” I rolled my eyes at Mikael; I wasn’t fucking with him tryna disrespect me to another bitch.
“Cute, but my nigga don’t eat ass. Trust been with him for two,” Nene held up two fingers smiling confidently. “Years, I know him from top to bottom.”
“He don’t eat your ass, but this one,” I twisted to the side enough to point to my round ass for extra emphasis. “He eat that shit like groceries ho.”
“Mikael get ya little bitch before I lay hands on her ass. The bitch getting beside herself.” Nene said, bawling her hands up into a fist and shooting me a heated glare.
I wanted her stupid ass to swing on me so I can take out the frustration I was feeling on her dumb ass.
“Aye, Zay if you ain’t came here for no business move the fuck around,” Mikael said mugging the fuck out of me. “My bitch ain’t feeling you being here. Beat ya feet if you don’t want shit.”
I reared my head back trying to figure out who he was talking to because it couldn’t have been me.
I looked around the room, and all eyes were on me.
Nene had a big ass smile on her face that was itching to be slapped off.
Mikael was coldly staring at me like he hated me.
This nigga wanted to act brand new in front of his little slow ass bitch and it was sending the fuck out of me.
He was the one who caught an attitude out of no fucking where and switched up.
Hell, I was content getting dick down by him.
Yet he was acting like I was the one who did something wrong.
“Hell nah, Zay can come here whenever she feels like it. She family.” Hearing Marlo stick up for me brought a smile to my face.
“The fuck if she can,” Nene shot Marlo a dirty look.
“How the fuck you finna tell me who I can have in a business I own?” Marlo sarcastically asked Nene who looked back to Mikael for help.
“I’m tryna figure out how you took Zay side when she killed ya niece or nephew?” Mikael’s dumb ass had the audacity to ask Marlo. He was really trying the fuck outta me right now.
“Maann,” Marlo waved Mikael off, he knew his brother was on his bullshit.
“Imma just go,” I sighed over this entire ordeal. “It was nice seeing you again Solana and I’ll keep in touch Marlo.” I turned back waving at them before I got ready to leave.
Mikael honestly could go straight to hell.
If today hadn't shown me anything it was to let sleeping dogs lie. Yeah, it felt good being reconnected with Mikael, even if we were just fucking. He was a familiar person who I used to find comfort in but clearly he wasn’t the same nigga I remembered.
The old Mikael would never let anyone disrespect me or call me out of my name.
He used to check niggas and bitches alike when it came to me.
It didn’t matter if he was mad or not. The nigga in front of me wasn’t my Mikael.
I needed to stop trying to chase the feelings from the past. It was time for me to close this chapter of my life.
Mikael would always hold a special place in my heart.
He was my first love, and heartbreak. I wouldn’t be the Zaylee I am today without him.
But it was time to move on. I have a lot of positive stuff going on in my life to risk losing it dealing with Mikael and his whores.
If I had to keep dealing with Mikael I would surely be in jail. He liked to test my gangster too much.
Of course, Nene couldn’t let me leave in peace her ass had to open her dick suckers.
“Yeah, beat ya feet bitch,” She tried to shoo me with her hand in my face.
I smacked her hand down then mugged her in her head. I sent her ass flying back into Mikael as I said. “Bitch don’t ever in ya life put ya hands in my fucking face. I’ll drag ya ass all through this muthafucka,” I yelled ready to take her fucking head off, but Marlo quickly pulled me back.
“Let me the fuck go!” Nene screamed crazily trying to break free from Mikael who was hold her back. “You gonna let that bitch put her hands on me? You know me Mikael. Bitches get smacked for less. Let me go so I can fuck this bitch up!” She continued to scream and thrash around.
I really felt like Nene was doing the most right now for being mugged.
If she wanted to fight me forreal she would have just swung on me not do all the yelling and screaming.
From my own firsthand experiences bitches that were the loudest always were the easiest to fight.
So, her screaming did nothing to phase me.
I stood calmly behind Marlo. If she wanted to fight, I wasn’t running.
I wasn’t about to do all that extra screaming and yelling with her dumb ass.
“I’ll be right here waiting on ya short bus riding ass.” I taunted her just to piss her off more.
“Shut the fuck up,” Mikael snapped at Nene ceasing her whooping and hollering. “Bring ya ass the fuck on.” He continued angrily moving them both out the front door.
“And lose my fucking number Mikael. I’m cool on you. Stay with your short bus shawty’s my nigga. You ain’t ready for the big leagues my nigga.” I childishly said to him I wanted him to be just as pissed off as me.
“I never had the shit no way. Ion fuck with graveyard bitches. I like my bitches’ pussies not to be murder sites. Stupid ass ho,” He spat angrily as he mugged me over his shoulder. I wish I had something to throw at the back of his head. I swear I couldn’t stand him.
The fact that Mikael kept making references about our baby not knowing he was the fucking reason our baby wasn’t here was triggering.
He swore he knew so much but he didn’t know shit forreal.
Him stressing me out made me lose our baby if he wanted to make baby killing jokes he needed to include himself in the punchline.
I should have told him about the miscarriage.
For whatever reason I didn’t have the desire to reveal it to him.
Mikael made me the villain in his story, and I was okay with that.
I used to be so dumb behind him that I was willing to throw away my dreams to make him happy.
Lord knows if he’d accept that visit I would have kept the baby because I was weak when it came to Mikael.
I guess him rejecting my visit turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
“I really wanted you to whoop her ass.” Solana nonchalantly said with a slight frown.
“Girl what,” I chuckled, not expecting to hear that from her.
“Right,” Marlo co-signed grilling Solana. “This ain’t Jerry fucking Springer.”
Solana shrugged her shoulders uncaringly. “So. You know I don’t like Nene. She stay saying slick stuff and she thinks she can beat everybody up. She irks me real bad.”
“So why you don’t fight her then?” Marlo messily asked, smirking at Solana.
“Cause I only fight over my nigga or my baby.”
“Shut ya ass up. You ain’t got no nigga.” Marlo’s playful smirk turned into a frown.
“You don’t know what I got. Mind your business.” Solana teased him.
“That green bag says otherwise but carry on.” Marlo said and Solana’s face went flushed.
I was curious what bag he was talking about but the way Solana was reacting I was going to leave it alone.
I’d had enough excitement for the day. I needed a glass no a bottle of wine to calm my damn nerves.
I may have been calm on the outside, but I was pissed forreal.
I came here to get some dick and made a fucking fool out of himself.
Never a-fucking-gain would I be dumb behind Mikael. He could kiss my Black ass.