Chapter 22 #3
Feeling my phone vibrate and hearing it ring paused my movement up Zaylee’s driveway.
I rolled my eyes seeing the name Gutter Rat rolling across my screen.
It never ceased to amaze me how little respect a lot of bitches had for themselves.
Malika hadn’t stopped calling a nigga since I blew her off at Zaylee’s dad’s funeral.
She’d call me for a few days then stop and start right back up a few days later.
The bitch had to be desperate to still be calling a nigga.
I hadn’t thought about her ass in months.
I only gave her dick; I wouldn’t even feed her ass.
Why she was stuck on me I didn’t even comprehend the shit.
I knew I had dope dick but damn, I was feeling like I needed to call my shit heroin.
The way these bitches were losing their minds.
“What?” I rudely answered my phone. I didn’t want Malika to think this was finna be a friendly call.
“Eww, nigga dang you ain’t gotta answer the phone like that. You know you miss me.” Malika smacked her lips and I knew she was rolling her eyes at me.
“I don’t miss you. The fuck you keep callin’ my phone for?”
“Cause it’s been months since you gave me some dick. I’m having withdrawals,” Malika's lustful tone didn’t even make my dick flinch. She was wasting her time if she was looking for some dick.
Fucking her was the furthest thing on my mind. I shouldn’t have been dealing with her ass to begin with. That was some grimy ass shit on my part. I went to low fucking with Zaylee’s cousin and when I thought about that shit I regretted it.
“I can’t help. I’m good on fucking with you.” I plainly said to make sure Malika understood what I was saying.
“See I knew once that bitch came back you was gonna switch up on me.”
“If that’s what helps you sleep at night.” I cooly said as I focused on Zaylee’s red door. I had made it to her porch and Malika was holding me up by being on my phone. I was finna wrap this shit up and focus on my real target, Zaylee.
“It don’t. You acting brand new when you used to be in this pussy almost every day!
” Malika lied into the phone, and I had to pull my phone from my face to make sure I was talking to the right person.
This bitch had to be putting on for somebody cause I fucked her a handful of times, but it was never consistently.
Malika was the definition of a jump off.
“Bitch I ain’t never fucked you more than one a year. You got me confused with one of them other niggas you be fucking on.” I checked her stupid ass. I couldn’t stand a bitch who lied on her pussy.
“Oookay, Mikael play crazy, but when this baby get here we gone see who lying and who n-”
I couldn’t take that ho seriously no more. I cut her ass off. “Bitch get off my phone with that dumb shit. I haven’t fucked you in months. If you is pregnant it ain’t mine. Goofy ass bitch,” I hung up my phone before Malika could say shit else.
What the fuck I look like going back and forth with a bitch that wasn’t my bitch.
I had more important shit to focus on than the dumb shit coming from her filthy ass mouth.
Without a doubt I knew Malika would never carry my fucking baby.
I always strapped up with her, and I never nutted in her pussy.
I would either jack my shit off outside the pussy or she’d suck me up until I nutted.
She better go find the nigga who was dumb enough to cum inside her.
Stuff my phone in my pocket I lifted my hand balled in a fist and started banging on Zaylee’s door.
I took a good five minutes before the door was snatched open and I was greeted by a frowning Zaylee.
Aside from her fucked expression Zaylee looked good in her little, short green silk rob that left her chocolate thighs on full display.
She had on a match silk green bonnet and her thick ass glasses that she never took off because she was blind as fuck.
“Why are you at my door at mid-fucking-night Mikael?” Zaylee asked with an attitude, folding her arms across her chest. She made her robe rise up her thigh and I caught a peek at her lace panties she was wearing.
Zaylee had changed so fucking much it was crazy. I couldn’t get her to wear anything revealing when we were young but now her ass was standing here looking like she was ready to walk in a lingerie fashion show.
“Why you actin’ like you ain’t happy to see me?” I challenged her, running my hands over her exposed thigh.
She slick tried to act like me touching her didn’t phase her, but I knew that pussy was coming to life I could smell that shit.
“Cause I’m not. Fuck you forreal.” She evilly said catching me off guard.”
“The fuck you coming at me crazy fo’? I ain’t did shit to you,” I barked at her. She knew I wasn’t the nigga she was finna talk out the side of her neck to.
“It don’t even matter. Go find special Ed and leave me the fuck alone. I appreciate the dick but again fuck you.” Zaylee tried to slam her door shut but I wedge my foot in the door preventing her from shutting it.
“Ion know who the fuck you think I am but this ain’t that Zaylee you not finna talk to me like Imma bitch ass nigga.”
“If the fucking shoe fits nigga. Wear that shit.” Zaylee said with her eyes in angry slits as she grilled me.
“Bi- I mean girl I ain’t did shit to you.”
“You!” Zaylee pointed her finger at me with a look of disbelief on her face. “Haven’t done anything to me. Nigga you slower than the bitches you fuck with if you believe that.” She chuckled in disbelief.
“I always was a good nigga to you. You the one who said fuck me.” I spat feeling like it was time I got this shit off my chest. Then maybe I’d be able to move on from Zaylee’s duck ass.
“If you call fucking with other bitches cause I wasn’t fucking.
Or maybe you fucking my cousin because what you thought I killed your baby?
Better yet you stressing me the fuck out causing me to have a fucking miscarriage because you wanted to act like a big ass fucking emotional bitch.
Who was only thinking about yourself instead of realizing you weren’t the only one who was going through shit at that time!
Nooo it gets better. You spent years blaming me for something I never did and give me your stankin ass to kiss.
Yet my dumb ass still lets you make a fool out of me.
I let you get the best pussy you’ve ever had in your life on demand without strings attached but when I ask you to simply change my fucking flat tire and you can’t even do that for me?
Hmm, yeah all that makes you the best nigga in the fucking world Mikael.
” Zaylee sarcastically said. “I must be the luckiest bitch on this planet.”
I couldn’t say shit as I stood there and processed what Zaylee just said to me in her rage.
I really felt like she was tryna play on a nigga’s top because why wouldn’t she tell me she had a miscarriage over letting me think she had an abortion.
Shit wasn’t adding up to me Zaylee had to be making this stuff up.
“Ya ass ain’t have no fucking miscarriage you would have told me.” I mugged her evilly. I wanted to slap her stupid ass for tryna play in my fucking face.
“How the fuck was I supposed to tell you stupid fuck. You blocked all my visits. Returned my letters. Didn’t call me. Was I supposed to break into prison just to tell you?”
My mind still wasn’t tryna hear the shit Zaylee was saying.
I couldn’t grasp that I was the reason she lost my seed.
It would fuck me to the core to know I spent all this time mad at her for something she didn’t do.
I refused to believe that shit. Nah, Zaylee was tryna twist shit in her favor.
“Man, fuck what you sayin.’ You a fucking lair.
You proved that shit. All I came here for was some pussy.
So, what’s up?” I waved her and her dramatic ass antics off.
She wasn’t finna feed me a sob story to try and reel me back into her web of lies.
“Get the fuck away from my door Mikael.”
“So, I can’t get no pussy?” I asked, annoyed that this wasn’t going how I planned.
“Fuck you. I swear I want you to stay the fuck away from me. I don’t want shit from you. If you see me don’t speak to me. Don’t even fucking dream about how good this pussy is. I want you to act like I don’t fucking exist cause Imma do that shit about you bitch ass nigga.”
“On my mama fuck you, bitch.” I spat coldly glaring at her.
There was only so much disrespect a nigga was finna take from Zaylee.
Her mouth had gotten outta control, but she had the right nigga to fix that shit.
“I don’t need you or that wack ass pussy.
I got a bitch. Dumb ass I just wanted to fuck you one last time. ”
“Shut the fuck up and get off my porch Mikael.” Zaylee spat with hate in her eyes. My heart skipped a beat seeing her look at me like that, but I kept my shit together.
I silently nodded my head up and down. We locked eyes as I began walking backwards down off her stoop and down her steps.
I could have sworn I saw a stray tear fall down her face.
Zaylee slammed the door shut before I could get a clear view of her face.
Dumb ass girl. I swear nobody had the ability to piss me off the way Zaylee did. Pulling my phone out I called Nene.
“Heyyy, big daddy,” Nene purred into the phone. What one bitch wouldn’t do another one would.