Instead of responding, I rolled my eyes and crossed back over to my side of the bed.
“Where the fuck you going, man? I ain’t say you had to leave right now!” He huffed as I pulled on my leggings and crop top with a bitter chuckle. He didn’t even realize how ridiculous he sounded.
As his woman, having to leave whenever his niggas came around was crazy, but what was even crazier was that I was allowing it in the first place. It was like reality was slapping me in the face, and it had me feeling disgusted with myself for putting up with this shit.
“Nah, it’s cool. If I leave now, you can even spray to make sure they don’t smell fat bitch pussy in the air!” I snorted, stepping into my sneakers before grabbing my overnight bag from the chair in the corner.
“Bro, what! Your ass tripping, Bliss! You on good bullshit today, and I’m not bouta chase yo’ ass!”
“Good, ’cause I don’t want you to!” I snatched open the dresser drawer he’d reserved for me and started tossing things in my bag while he huffed and puffed behind me.
“What the fuck you doin’? Why you packing and shit?” His voice cracked when he realized I was taking my things, and I heard his heavy footsteps coming up behind me.
“I’m taking my shit! I’m not bouta keep doing this with you! You think you’re the only fine nigga who wants me? Niggas bein my faceeveryday! You’re the only muthafucka who seems confused about that! You’re so worried about yo’ niggas that you don’t even know half them muthafuckas be in my face too!” I was so mad I let some shit I’d been holding in for months slip out, and I instantly regretted it.
Jordan’s light skinned flushed, and his eyes narrowed.
“Fuck you mean by that? Which one of them niggas said something to you? On my mama, I’m gon’ fuck him up!” he barked, sounding slow as hell.
My eyes rolled involuntarily.
“Why does that even matter? It ain’t like you can be mad, fool. They don’t know you’re fuckin’ me ’cause you been keeping me a secret! How you gon’ fight somebody for some shit they don’t know?” Waving him off, I continued packing up my shit as my words sank in.
There had been plenty of times that I’d seen him out and about with his niggas, and aside from Travis, they were all good looking and paid. While his ass was trying to throw me secret looks and texting me on the sly whenever we ran across each other, them niggas were blatantly eye fucking me. The fact that he seemed to think he was the only man in the world who wanted me was more than comical; it was pathetic and just another reason I knew I was making the right choice.
I left him stuck and headed out to get my toiletries from the bathroom. It didn’t take me any time to clear that out, but by then, he’d finally caught up to me. “Ayite, ayite, ayite, stop, bae. My bad, okay? I’m fucked up. I know that shit but just give me some time to get it right. I love you, man. I ain’t tryna lose you over no goofy shit.” His face was twisted in distress as he boxed me in and tried to hug me to him.
I must not have been as determined as I thought because even though I didn’t hug him back, I didn’t immediately pull away. He buried his face in my neck, and my walls were alreadycoming down, but loud knocking at the door had him jumping away from me. I couldn’t even do shit but shake my head. God was slapping me upside the head, trying to get me away from this nigga, and I was ignoring it every time. This shit came right on time.
Jordan realized he fucked up and tried to speak, but I put my hand up to stop him. “Don’t even worry about it.” I pushed past him, and he caught me by the arm.
“Bliss, can you at least leave out the back?” he asked timidly with his eyebrows touching.
I swear bile rose in my throat at the nervousness on his face. This was the same nigga who was just begging me not to leave and swearing he loved me. My first mind was to do the exact opposite and walk right past those niggas, but I quickly dismissed the thought. I’d fuck around trying to shit on him and only end up giving him clout since those niggas wanted me too.
Completely done with the situation, I hoisted my bag on my shoulder and bumped him on my way out. It was definitely fuck that nigga from now on, and he’d better hope I didn’t tell my honey and watch her shoot him.
I was too mad in the moment to consider that my feelings were also hurt, but once I was in my car driving away, it hit me. Not only had that nigga played in my face for months, but I’d allowed it, and I truly couldn’t understand why. Yeah, he was fine, had good dick, and didn’t mind spending a bag, but there were plenty of other niggas like that in the world. Here I was, keeping myself locked down when I could’ve been with somebody else who appreciated me, and his ass didn’t even care. My eyes burned at the thought, and I could feel myself on the verge of tears, butmy phone rang. Seeing my honey calling, I quickly sucked my emotions up and answered before it could go to voicemail.
“Oh, honey, you can have me when you waaaaant meeeee! You simply ask me to be theeeeere!” I immediately started singing Mariah Carey’s song, making my granny start fussing.
“Bliss, stop all that hootin’ and hollerin’ in my ear this damn early! You know you can’t sing worth a damn!” She tried to sound annoyed, but I could hear the smile in her voice. For as much as she pretended she didn’t like me singing to her, she stayed calling my phone, knowing that was exactly what I was going to do.
“Honey, you know you love my voice, so stop it.” I chuckled, already in a lighter mood since I was talking to my favorite person.
If me and Essence didn’t love anybody else in the world, we loved our granny, and it often annoyed the hell out of our parents. We could do no wrong in her eyes, and she never played when it came to us. That’s why I knew if she found out about the way Jordan had been carrying on, she would be on his ass. For a seventy-one-year-old woman, she was far from weak and fragile. She always had a bat and her gun tucked close by, and she wasn’t afraid to use them.
“You know damn well that’s a lie! Honey loves you, baby, but I can do without that Chevy engine you call a voice box,” she said pointedly, and I couldn’t help cracking up despite her roasting me so hard.
“Honeeeeeey! Don’t do me like that! You gon’ make me tell my mama on you.”
The threat had her sucking her teeth loudly, and I could just about picture her face at anybody threatening her with her own daughter. “Who,Octavia?” she asked loudly but started talking before I could. “What you gon’ tell her for? I’m her mama. It ain’t shit that lil girl can do tome!”
“I’m gon’ tell her you said that?”
“And I got my bat and my gun ready whenever she try to bring her ass around here acting up. Matter fact, let me call her up here now, so I can warn her of what’s gon’ happen if she try me.” She mumbled the last part like she was talking more to herself than me.
She must’ve put the phone down because I could barely hear what she was saying, but I definitely heard her call my mama’s name. My honey stayed with our parents after she’d burned her own house down, trying to cook breakfast some years ago. The doctor had tried so hard for my mama to put her in a nursing home, but Octavia James wasn’t having any of that. My daddy had to hold her back to stop her from fighting the lady that day for even suggesting that shit. I laughed at the memory just as my mama came on the line.
