7. Is She Mine? #3
“You wanna stay?” Mina asked as she rolled over to her side looking like she had been rode hard and put up wet.
I blinked slowly to resist the urge to cringe at the way her lashes were hanging off and her wig was sliding back.
I had truly fucked the shit out of that woman.
If that wasn’t enough, her mattress was too soft, and her scented plug-ins were too strong.
I knew there was no way I’d be able to fall asleep in her apartment even if I wanted to.
“I’m good. I’ll holla at you later,” I answered, ignoring her pouting as I put on my clothes and got the fuck out of there.
I rushed home so I could wash my ass, brush my teeth, and do all the other shit to get ready for bed.
When I hit my sheets, I tossed and turned for an hour like I was still on Mina’s lumpy ass mattress.
I pulled my phone out and looked at my text thread with Destiny, wondering how we got from her sending me multiple back to back texts about everything from wedding planning, to her hobbies and what shows she was watching that week, to some weak ass one word texts.
A few minutes later, I found myself springing out of bed and throwing on a pair of sweats and a hoodie so I could figure out just what the fuck was up.
I did ninety on my way to her apartment in complete silence, then barely turned the car off before I was jogging up the stairs.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, getting pissed off when she didn't open it fast enough for my liking.
What the fuck was she doing in there that was so important?
Shit, she did ask if it was okay for her to fuck other people… but if she had some fuck nigga in there at that moment, he was about to meet Jesus.
I had just put my hand to my hip, ready to kick the door down and go in guns blazing when it creaked open slowly.
“Brick… What are you doing here?”
I opened my mouth, but couldn't come up with a single word as I stared down at her.
Shit, maybe if I had met her when she was ready for bed, I would have made a better first impression.
She had on a simple gown that looked like an oversized t-shirt, but the way her thighs peeked out from underneath and her semi-hard nipples played against the fabric had me fighting to keep my eyes above her shoulders.
Then I got a good look at her face and felt even more conflicted.
Instead of that damn ponytail, her hair was loose, wild curls springing from her head, and framing her face like a perfect portrait.
She was clearly asleep as she stared at me through squinted eyes, but her lips were more pouty than usual which made my dick jump.
What the fuck?
I had Mina's fine ass face down, ass up mere moments ago, and the fact that this baggy ass gown was what was doing it for me had me trippin’.
Even more so when I remembered that I had never looked at Destiny like that.
She was more like the homie than anything…
the homie that I was getting married to.
That was why it worked so well—there were no feelings involved.
So, why did I feel so worked up at the thought of someone being in her apartment?
I needed to start getting more sleep.
“Uh…” I cleared my throat. “What chu’ doin’?”
“I was asleep,” she answered like I was the dumbest nigga in the world, angling her body to block me from the doorway. I saw red.
“Who the fuck you got in there?” I furrowed my brows and craned my neck trying to see past her into the dark apartment.
“What? Nobody!” She put her hands up to her chest like she was so appalled… like her foul ass wasn't over here givin’ pussy away.
“Then why you actin’ like you can't let a nigga in?” I asked. I was beyond offended.
“Um, maybe because it's two in the morning, and you just showed up over here unannounced. What do you need, Brick?”
“You good? You were being weird today,” I said, still trying to sound casual.
“I’m fine. I was packing,” she said gesturing behind her to the multiple boxes stacked around the dark living room. Since she insisted on not “shacking up”, we decided to wait until after our fake ass wedding to move her in with me.
“Oh, okay. I just wanted to check.” I rubbed my hand over the back of my neck nervously.
“By popping up at my house at this hour?” she asked, making me feel goofy as hell. “Is there anything else you need?”
“Yeah… I changed my mind. You fuckin’ somebody else ain't a good look. I would look like a weak ass nigga if I had my wife out here gettin’ dug out by some random. It's a no-go.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, then crossed her arms over her chest which pissed me off even more because now I couldn't even see her nipples.
“So, that applies to you too… right? Or do you want me to be the only one looking weak and stupid?” My face went blank as I stared at her.
Usually, women were just so happy to be considered that they never pushed back on me telling them that they couldn't fuck other niggas.
I would be a hypocrite for all the shit I talked about her pops, only to turn around and play her like that.
“Right, Brick?” Her brows shot up into a pensive stare.
“Yeah, whatever,” I said reluctantly.
“Like you mean it,” she scolded, and I almost cussed her out. Who the fuck did she think she was, making demands of my dick?
“I won't deal with anyone either.” It actually shocked me how easily those words had come off my tongue. I had rarely been the type of nigga to stick to one pussy, and now I was agreeing to it for some pussy that I hadn’t even been inside?
She hadn't even given me confirmation that I could have the pussy. Something was wrong.
“Thank you,” she said with a small smile. I sighed, relieved that she was giving me something other than pissed off. “Anything else?” she asked, covering her mouth to yawn.
“Yeah, actually. I’m taking you out tomorrow. Be ready at seven… matter-of-fact, I’ma send you some help to make sure you’re ready on time.” I frowned at the mere thought of her all covered up in that ugly ass green dress. If we were going to sell this shit, some things would have to change.
“Um… Okay.”
“Goodnight.” I gently grabbed her chin and quickly planted a kiss on the corner of her mouth. I couldn't even look her in her eyes before I awkwardly turned around to walk away, not stopping until I was back in my car.
“Nigga, what the fuck is going on with you? Get it the fuck together,” I scolded myself as I started my car, ready to go home and beat my dick that had been hard since she opened the door in that damn night gown.
I was embarrassed as fuck. I hadn't had to jack my own shit since high school. Even worse, I couldn’t figure out what it was about that girl that had me doing all this.