Chapter 15
I had gotten so drunk that a lot of the night was a blur. I know that after the club, we hit up a late-night food spot, before going back to Breeze’s house. There, we had even more shots, until I must’ve passed out.
After my eyes opened, I lifted my head off the couch, grabbed my phone, before realizing that it was well after five in the morning.
Sitting up, I stretched, while glimpsing around the room. It took a second for it to register that both Breeze and Summer were gone.
“I know muthafuckin well,” I grumbled, as I stood up, and stomped through the sizable house. Once I made it down the hallway, leading to the master suite, I slowed my stroll, as I could hear various sounds.
Gradually, I approached the door, realizing that it wasn’t even fucking closed. Peeking my head into the doorway, I was stunned.
Summer was ass naked, while she was straddling Breeze’s shoulders, and literally fucking his face. Breeze’s whole mouth covered her pussy, while he was also stark naked, and there was noticeable cream lathering his hard dick, as it rested down his thigh.
“Oh, fuck, daddy, I’m cumming,” Summer panted, as her hips bucked.
Breeze wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her still, while he continued to work his tongue.
“Ricky, baby!” Summer screeched out, while her body was trembling.
Standing there, I said nothing. Yes, a huge part of me wanted to football tackle them both. But then there was this other side that wanted to study the intimacy between Breeze and another woman.
So, I stood there watching, as they switched positions, and Breeze was between her legs. Pumping into her sensually, while burying his tongue in her mouth. From where I was standing, I could actually hear his dick working through her wetness.
“Damn, bae, this pussy is so tight,” Breeze somewhat whispered. “I been missing the fuck out of you. You love me? Huh, Summer?”
Once he started sweet talking her through it, I knew that I’d heard enough. So, I turned and walked away, allowing them to literally fuck for two hours. Undisturbed. While I underwent an array of emotions.
When Breeze finally came up for air, he waltzed through the living room, in merely his boxers, and paused when he saw me sitting up on the couch. Wide awake.
“Oh, shit. I didn’t know that you was up.”
I fought to remain calm. “Yeah. I been up. For hours now.”
“Oh, damn.” He scratched his head.
“Yeah. And I seen you. In the bed. Fucking Summer. Raw. On my fucking birthday.”
“Damn, Ora. My bad. You shouldn’t have seen that.”
I arched a brow. “So, me seeing it is where you draw the line? Not the fact that I was in the same fucking house? While you just fucked me yesterday?” I seethed.
“Yesterday, huh?” Summer echoed, as she sauntered into the living room, donning Breeze’s jersey. “But you don’t want her, and it aint like that, though,” she scoffed, while addressing him.
“It aint like that,” he countered, as he walked up on her.
“I aint trying to hear that shit!” She lashed, as she shoved him back.
“Just listen!” He yelled, while clearly becoming frustrated. “I never denied having sex with her. But that’s all it is. She’ll tell you herself. We always wear condoms. Ion eat her pussy. None of that. But you be playing with these fuck niggas, when you know how I feel—”
Furiously, I shot to my feet. “Damn, so, you really gone act like I’m not fucking here?”
Breeze turned to face me. “Ora, you know that you cooler than a fan. We have fun together. But this is different—”
“So, just fuck me, like I don’t have emotions?” I fumed, as my nostrils flared.
“I didn’t say that. We…we just in love. But Summer be tripping. Saying that she ain’t gon be with a nigga—”
“Boy, shut the fuck up!” Summer gritted, as she clobbered him over the head.
“Just telling this bitch my business! I don’t even know why I was just letting your nasty ass nut in me, when these are the type of games you fucking play.
I literally let you celebrate a hoe’s birthday in my fucking face!
After I literally just mentioned that…I needed you.
This is the day that I lost our fucking babyyyy!
” She suddenly cried, and he immediately took her into his arms. “I came here for you to hold me. Not to have a pissing contest with this basic ass girl.”
“Stop crying,” he spoke softly. “I’m sorry. You fucking me up, right now. Cause you never talk about the baby—"
“Basic?” I snapped, cutting their little emotional moment off. “Look at how shallow and stupid you sound. Materialism got you in a chokehold—”
She shook her head, and cynically laughed.
“See, this is exactly what I’m talking about.
You being basic has nothing to do with how you dress.
Or even look. It’s about your mindset. Your way of thinking is ignorant, and is why you stayed here, and listened to us fuck.
And it’s why I’m not finna be with him. Cause girls like you are the most dangerous type.
No matter what he does, you’re fucking with him.
And I can’t compete with a dummy that keeps her door wide open.
He’ll just walk through it whenever he so chooses, and I’ll never walk on pins and needles, scared that he’ll run back to his fool, at the first sight of turmoil.
So, you can fucking have him.” She shoved him again.
“And you, nigga.” She angrily pointed at Breeze.
“It’s funny how you pretend not to understand why we’re stuck.
Like I was ever gonna forget how I had that miscarriage, and grieved alone.
With you right you in the same fucking house!
Instead of our bond strengthening, you run off and fuck this bitch!
Showed me that you wasn’t shit, and my heart wasn’t safe at the worst fucking time.
So, fucking right I punish you. Won’t give you what you want.
Because if I did, then you probably would just play with it again.
Cause you only want it so bad, because I won’t give it to you. ”
Breeze shook his head. “It’s sad that you think like that.
Playing defense, when I aint fucking playing at all, Summer.
I was fucked up ‘bout the baby. Even if we didn’t know that they existed, until you was losing it.
I wanted that baby so fucking bad. Then you wanted to keep a certain image in your mama’s eyes, so bad that you refused to talk about it at home.
So, I shed my tears alone. Didn’t fucking know what you had bottled up.
And that’s why you fucking choose to punish me?
Can’t be because I fucked Ora, cause I didn’t!
” He shouted. “I never took it there with her, until I caught that nigga in your dorm room!”
“Oh, please.” She waved him off. “You expect me to believe that?”
Breeze turned to me. “Tell her, Ora.”
I frowned. “Tell her what?”
“That I wasn’t fucking you, before we left for college.”
My lashes fluttered at his audacity. “I’m not doing no such thing.”
Summer angrily nodded. “Exactly. And that’s why I’m finna fucking go!” She stomped off.
I sniffed, as I watched Breeze go after her.
“You aint going no muthafuckin where!” He barked, before a door slammed shut.
Right then, I had never felt more unwelcome in a space. Then with my suitcase still in Breeze’s room, I couldn’t even walk away, without subjecting myself to another humiliation ritual.
So, I sat back down, saying nothing, until the screaming and shouting quieted. Maybe thirty minutes later, I decided to tap out and admit defeat. Things had never gone this far in my presence, and I honestly felt like I was at my capacity. Therefore, I headed to his room.
Stepping down the hallway, I soon realized that the door was closed this time. And when I stood in front of it, I could hear the whimpering and skin clapping, indicating that they were fucking again.
Shaking my head, I couldn’t deny how pathetic I was, right then.
And it was even sadder to think that I didn’t even have leverage.
I couldn’t threaten to take myself away, because clearly, he didn’t give a damn about that.
I couldn’t fight Summer…because let’s face it, I wasn’t a fighter, and I still remembered how her and her friends had jumped Breeze that time.
I was from the hood, sure. But was of the pretty, kept it cute variety. So, I didn’t know what to do, and probably looked like the weakest bitch on the planet, as I was eventually shaken awake on the couch. Breeze told me that I had to leave, because Summer said so.
He’d reserved a hotel for me, and already had my suitcase at the door. Mere minutes later, an Uber pulled up, and I was carted away from his house. On my fucking birthday weekend, no less.
And that soon became a nasty pattern between us. Summer wouldn’t fully be with Breeze, and I couldn’t bring myself to leave him alone.
Then sometimes…things would be so good between me and Breeze. Damn near perfect. We’d get closer, and he’d open up to me. And it was like she could always feel it. Because then she’d show up, knowing that he’d been fucking me, all the while, and call herself showing me that she was in control.
Now, I was sure that some would say that I was the cause of my own pain. I could’ve simply walked away. But so could she. Instead, she walked around, like her shit didn’t stink. When she could’ve just stepped back, and let me be with the man that she clearly didn’t want.
Summer
A year later…
“I’m not calling his bitch ass. Not after the stunt he just pulled. Hell, no,” I grumbled to myself, as I paced back and forth in the middle of the living room in my L.A. high-rise.