Chapter 32 #2
Of course, I was still hopping on Mikael’s dick any chance I got.
Being pregnant kept me horny and I didn’t have any plans on fucking another nigga while I was pregnant with Mikael’s baby.
I liked my life too much to play with it like that and if I was being all the way honest Mikael’s dick was too good for me to pass up on.
I figured I might as well take it as long as he’s offering it.
“I know, you sound better than that,”
“I do,” I replied in a sexy tone just to tease Mikael.
He squinted his eyes at me as he bit his bottom lip sensually. “Don’t play with me Honey. You already know I’ll say fuck that job for the day. I ain’t finna pass up a chance to be inside you.”
“Mmm…As much as I would love to bounce on my favorite dick…”
“The only dick in ya mutha fuckin’ life,” Mikael corrected me as he mugged me.
“Right, if we’re gonna date we not fucking.”
“Shit we might as well skip the dating part and go straight to us being together cause you not finna deprive me of my pussy,” he said as he slid his hand between my legs cupping my pussy. Sending the familiar warm tingling sensation from my stomach to my pussy.
“Go on Mikael. I’m not finna play with you,” I tried to move his hand because with us this situation would easy escalate to us fucking in this car.
“Aight, we going on our first date this weekend. Since you wanna play with me.” Mikael grumpily replied moving his hand from between my legs.
“That’s not how that works. You have to ask me first,” I giggled at the frustrated expression on his face.
“Ain’t shit to ask. We going on a date end of story.”
“Okay Mikael, whatever you say.” I threw my hands up in surrender and he smiled triumphantly, causing me to roll my eyes at him.
“That’s what I thought. Now come on so I can walk you to ya condo.”
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A Few Hours Later
I ended up taking a bomb ass nap once I got home earlier.
Well, I suppose I should say I took a nap after Mikael fucked me to sleep earlier.
I don’t know why I thought he would allow me to just go on about my day without sticking his dick in me.
That was one thing about us: our sex life is extremely healthy.
Our physical attraction was there. I had no worries about that part.
It was everything else that made me wonder.
Mikael wasn’t wrong when he said we both had changed a lot over the years.
Neither of us were the teenagers who fell in love with each other.
I was far from the timid young girl who jumped whenever Mikael told me to.
I didn’t play that shit now. I spent too much of my life allowing people to disrespect me.
I refused to go back down that road for anybody including Mikael.
I feel like being as submissive as I used to be was one of our biggest issues back then.
Mikael was so used to me doing whatever he wanted and not voicing my own wants that he couldn’t deal with me not going along with what he wanted me to do.
In his head he thought he knew what was best for me and I did kind of think that to a degree in my young mind.
However, that was far from the case. I was a lost girl who hadn’t found herself yet.
The new version of myself I wasn’t sure if Mikael was going to be able to handle the self-assured version of myself.
I wasn’t sure what his motives were with wanting to date me.
I doubted he had any ill intent but still I would rather be safe than sorry.
I’d given my heart to Mikael once and he fumbled and abused it.
He wasn’t going to get another chance to fuck me over again.
Baby or not, I’d cut Mikael off so fast if I saw he wasn’t being genuine in his actions.
“I really don’t know what to do,” Solana whined into the phone.
“Let him be mad and carry on with your day. Fuck him,” Yanna angrily said into the phone.
Solana, Yanna and I were all on Facetime together.
Since we all discovered we were pregnant together that kind of sealed our bond.
Solana had been telling us about Marlo’s evil ass since he’d busted her trying to get an abortion.
I wanted to kick Mikael’s messy ass for telling Marlo.
He didn’t waste a second, he called Marlo as soon as he heard the word abortion.
The nigga had to nerve to tell me Solana, and I couldn’t hang around each other no more.
He was convinced we would sneak off and get abortions together. What kind of sick stuff was that?
Marlo has been giving Solana the blues ever since.
He wouldn’t even talk to her and if he did it was either work related or about the kids.
She had her first doctor’s appointment tomorrow and she claimed she didn’t even know if Marlo was coming.
She was pissed because she didn’t want to go alone.
She felt like if Marlo was going to be an ass hole she should have just gone through with the abortion.
Now, Yanna had become mad at the world since finding out about her being pregnant.
She hadn’t mentioned an abortion, but she also hadn’t told anyone outside of Solana and me.
Yanna had to be behind Solana when it came to how far along, she was.
Yanna was keeping a tight lip about her situation, but I knew it had to be heating up because she’d mentioned having to duck and dodge both niggas.
She was even talking about moving and cutting ties with both niggas.
Yanna had it in her head she was going to raise her baby on her own.
I thought she had really gone off the deep end because who in their right mind wanted to raise their baby alone.
The thing with my sister was once she got something in her head there was no talking her out of it.
Solanna and I told her we’d be there for her.
That was all anybody could do. I was curious who her baby daddy is, and I wonder if the nigga was ugly and that’s why she didn’t want to tell anybody about him.
“If I could, I would. I swear this baby is making me so damn emotional. I be craving Marlo in the worst way and I can’t stand it.
At this point I’d let him slap me in my face with his dick if it meant feeling some kind of physical contact with him,” Solana seriously said into the phone making Yanna and I laugh at her. “Whaaat? I’m being so serious.”
“We know that’s why it’s funny. Slap you with his dick? You going out bad behind that nigga. But forreal stop letting him see you sweat. Ignore him right back. Niggas can’t stand to be ignored. “I replied to Solana holding back my snicker.
“She ain’t wrong. Ignore him and watch him go crazy,” Yanna co-signed.
“Then what? He’ll fuck me and we’ll go back to being friends.
I don’t want that either. We’re having a baby.
Like damn you don’t want to bring our baby into a family not a situation that has no real ties.
That don’t make sense to me. I get he got the whole situation with Fallon and their kids, but what does that have to do with me?
What was his point in stopping me from getting an abortion if he was going to put me right back in the same position as I was before.
” Solana said, frowning deeply showing her anger in the situation.
I felt for her because Solana didn’t want to have another baby and be a single mom again.
She’d done it with Sunshyne and that wasn’t what she wanted to do with this baby.
Solana wouldn’t admit it, but she was deeply in love with Marlo and that was part of the reason she wanted her and Marlo to officially be together.
Not only because they were going to have a baby together, but she loved him.
Solana feared being rejected. In her head she felt like he would have made them official already if he felt the same as he did.
I agreed with her to a degree but if I didn’t know anything else about niggas, they didn’t always move logically.
Often, they expected us to read in between the lines.
Like most women Solana wanted to hear Marlo tell her with his words not go by his actions.
“We…” Yanna started to say something but the banging at my front door took my attention away from the phone. “Who the hell is beating on your door like that?” Yanna asked with a deep scowl on her face.
Smacking my lips hearing the beating continue. “Probably Mikael’s stupid self. He always leaves his key on his other key ring then wanna beat on my door. Let me call y’all back.” I said as I got out the bed to head to my front door.
We all said our goodbyes then hung up the phone. I started walking to my door. Mikael was pissing me off banging on my door like he’d lost his mind. He knew I hated when he did. I felt sometimes he left his keys on purpose to have a reason to bang on my door.
Yanking my door open as I said, “If you don’t fu-” My words feel short when I saw it wasn’t Mikael at my door. “What are you doing here?” I instantly got annoyed seeing Lamelle standing at my door.
It literally had been months since I laid eyes on him or talked to him.
I really had nothing to say to him. After Mikael told me he was lurking around my house that day nothing could convince me he wasn’t the one who flatted the rest of my tires.
His little weird ass could jump off a bridge for all I cared.
I’m not saying how I moved with Lamelle was the best and if he wanted to be mad at me fine.
But to come tear my stuff up after months of us not talking, that was weird as fuck.
It wasn’t like we were madly in love. We never even had sex, yet he wanted to act like a bitch.
He needed to move on and find the next girl to harass.
“An old friend can’t stop by and check on you?” Lamelle asked sarcastically.
I squinted my eyes looking at the glimpses of gold in between his lips as he talked.
Fully taking Lamelle in I noticed how different he looked.
Lamelle was the button up, polo, khaki, loafers kind of nigga.
Which I never minded because he could dress well for the kind of clothes he wore.
Today however he looked completely different, fitted straight leg jeans, a white logo Gucci shirt, and all white forces.
His outfit wasn’t terrible, it was kind of plain, but what you’d expect from the typical hood nigga.
However, it didn’t fit Lamelle. He looked awkward standing in front of me dressed the way he was.
“If it’s you no,” I smartly replied then went to shut my door, but he stuck his foot in the way stopping me from shutting the door. “Get away from my door Lamelle I don’t have shit to say to you,” I angrily said pulling my door back as I gave him a heated glare.
“Crazy you're the one acting mad when you did me wrong. Cheated on me like a slut with a typical nigga. Then basically said fuck me. When I tried to make an honest woman out of you.” He said as his eyes darkened and he let out a low chuckle. “I guess what they say is true. You can’t turn a whore into a housewife.”
“All the more reason for you to move around.” I replied condescendingly. Maybe if he’d came at me differently, I might have thought about apologizing but fuck him.
“I feel like you owe me.”
He went to open his mouth, but I quickly said, “I don’t owe you shit. Can you go now?” I asked, trying to stay calm.
“Go for what, beeitch,” I had to stop myself from laughing at Lamelle when he called me a bitch. It wasn’t funny but the way he said it was hilarious. He didn’t sound right cussing.
“Please don’t do that.” I said let a giggle slip through.
“Ain’t that how you whores like to be talked to?”
“Maybe if it was coming from a nigga who knew how to cuss properly. You sound like a three-year-old who just learned how to cuss. Please move along Lamelle. I don’t have time for your foolishness.” I snickered and his cheeks redden in embarrassment. He quickly recovered by changing the subject.
“I see that nigga left you high and dry. Knocked you up and said fuck you. Lucky for you I understand the allure of the streets. How they look appealing until you get caught up in them. I’ll forgive you.
We can raise this baby together…” My eyes got wide listening to Lamelle talk, this nigga was delusional, and I don’t know how I ever missed it.
He had to be some kind of slow to think I wanted anything else to do with him.
“I ain’t neva seen a dead nigga do nothin’ but lay in the dirt.
What you tryna do my nigga.” I watched astonished seeing Mikael’s frame come into view as he stepped behind Lamelle with his gun pointed at the back of his head.
“You straight Honey?” Mikael said, looking over Lamelle’s shoulder down at me.
“I’m okay.” I looked into Mikael menacingly dark eyes. “I’m ready for us to lay down…Together. We missed you.” I emphasized rubbing my belly.
Even though I was creeped out by Lamelle popping up here and talking out the side of his neck.
I didn’t want Mikael to hurt him and the way Mikael was looking at him, I could tell he wanted to.
I would lose my shit if Mikael got in trouble while I was pregnant again.
If I had to lay it on thick to make him calm down, then so be it.
“I missed y’all more.” Mikael’s eyes shot down to my stomach then back to my face. “Bitch nigga this my last time sparing you. Don’t come back here. Forget Zaylee ever existed. You understand me?”
Lamelle rapidly shook his head yes, with an expression that said he was about to cry. I almost felt bad for him until I heard liquid hitting the hallway floor. My jaw dropped seeing the puddle form at Lamelle’s feet and the wet spot on the front of his pants.
“What the fu-.” Mikael angrily said stepping back looking at the floor beneath them. “You a nasty bitch ass nigga forreal,” He spat angrily stepping back from Lamelle. Then Mikael pushed him forward toward the elevators. “Get ya pussy ass the fuck on.”
We both watched Lamelle scurry down the hallway leaving a trail of piss behind him.
“I can’t believe you was fucking with a nigga that pisses on himself,” Mikael gave me a disapproving glare. “Go get some clothes, we not finna stay here tonight. Matter fact you might as well wrap this shit up cause I don’t trust that weird ass nigga.”
Knowing when to pick my battles I didn’t argue with Mikael.
I honestly didn’t want to stay here tonight either.
Not with Lamelle doing unexpected visits.
There was no telling if he would try to come back or what.
I could stay with Mikael for a few days to give him some time to cool off before I came back home.
I prayed Lamelle got the picture after this and really left me alone.