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“Billionaire, you are breaking me down,” she whispered and then kissed me one final time. I let her go because if I kept kissing her, she was going to have my dick screaming in my pants.
“That’s what I’m trying to do, but you ain’t making the shit easy. Put your number in my phone, Normani. Your real number. The one you have on you every day. Don’t bullshit me, yo,” I told her as I passed her my phone.
I watched as she keyed in her number, and once she was done, I called it. Sure enough, her cell phone started vibrating on the table. I smiled, knowing that she had finally given me the real thing. I was definitely going to call her tonight. After about five minutes of just sitting there chilling, it was time for me to take her back. An hour had passed that damn fast. I wanted to lowkey tell her not to go back and to just chill with me for the rest of the day, but I knew that that would never happen. As a doctor, servicing different people, she couldn’t just make an impulsive decision like that.
We were back in the car, and in no time, I had her back in the parking garage of her building, right in front of her car, so she could put her flowers inside.
“Thank you for spending time with me on my lunch break, even—”
“Don’t tell me even though I didn’t have to. Go ahead, ma, with all of that. When Ima see you again?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I’m a busy person,” she told me.
“Well, un-busy yourself for me,” I said.
She laughed and then pulled on the door handle to get out, but I pulled her arm.
“Give me a kiss before you go. I want to feel your lips one last time,” I said.
I was leaned back low in the driver’s seat, turned a little, with my back against the door, and I was looking over at her fine ass. This time, I didn’t even have to beg and plead for her to kiss me. Instead, she willingly moved in and kissed my lips. I heard her moan for the first time, and I swear, I lost it.
I knocked those flowers and shit that she had in her hands to the floor and grabbed her little ass up, tossing her on my lap. In her work dress, she was straddling me. My hands started from the back of her neck and traveled all the way down her back until they were on her ass. It was little as hell, but it had a little weight to it.
Normani had her arms around my neck, and she was breathing hard as she kissed me. I broke the kiss and snuck my head down to her neck and began to suck on it.
“Billionaire!” she said my name in a scream as she pulled away from me.
I laughed and threw my head back in the seat.
“Aight… aight. Ima chill,” I told her.
Before she damn near ran away, I kissed her one last time, and she got out of my lap. She fixed her dress once she was back in her seat and picked up the items that I made her drop. After she had herself together, she went for the door handle.
“I’m going to call you tonight,” I told her.
“Call me after eight,” she said.
“I call whatever time I feel like calling, ma. Enjoy the rest of your day, beautiful,” I said.
She closed the door and placed the stuff in her car. I watched as she walked back through the automatic doors of the building, and then I sped off. That woman… that fuckin’ woman right there had a nigga ready to risk it all.
“Ma, that bitch so foul, yo! I don’t think you understand how much it took for me not to kill her ass. Out of all the shit that she could have possibly done to hurt a nigga, she goes to the fuckin’ extreme and kills my baby! Bitches always got to try to find a way to have the upper hand, and when they do that shit, they always take the shit too fuckin’ far.
“I’m not even about to sit up here and act like I’m perfect and that I’ve been a saint throughout our relationship, but these past few months, man, I been good. I been getting to the money and tying up these loose fuckin’ ends, so I can get the fuck out of the streets. Now I’m dealing with this shit. On everything I love, man, I’m done. A nigga couldn’t give me millions to get back with her ass. Oh, and by the way, if I find out that she fuckin’ around with that nigga, while she carrying this baby, I swear to God I’ll kill both of them. Now that I think about it, I wonder if that’s even my fuckin’ baby!” I spat, getting myself mad all over again.
Almost two weeks had passed since that shit went down between Twinkle and me, and I’ll admit that the shit still felt like it had taken place yesterday. I hadn’t calmed down from that shit yet. As much as I told Twinkle that she better not ever in her life fuck a nigga on me, at that moment, I would have preferred she did that. Anything other than to stoop so low and kill a fuckin’ baby that I had planted inside her. Knowing she fucked a nigga on me was something that I could have easily forgiven her for, and it would have been a smaller pill to swallow. I would have had to take the time to sit down and evaluate myself and admit I deserved that shit.
This shit right here, thoug
h… Her getting mad at a nigga and telling me how she killed my child on some spiteful shit had me wanting to go back over to her mama’s house and choke her out again, but this time, finish the job.
I’ve known Twinkle since she was a little ass girl. I was six years older than her, and because I was always running with Billion, she and I had always been in each other’s lives. I wouldn’t say that I ever looked at Twinkle as a little sister or no shit like that. If I had viewed her as a little sister, I would have never crossed that line and started fuckin’ with her, to begin with, because that shit would just be weird as fuck.
Twinkle and I were never really close like that because she would always be hanging with her girls, and I would be with my niggas. If I ever saw her out, we spoke, but that’s as far as that went. We ain’t really start talking to each other like that until she graduated from high school. That lame ass nigga who was all hugged up with her the other day had broken her heart, so she was walking around like she had lost her best friend and shit.
I didn’t even follow the blogs or no shit like that, but this lil hoe that I used to fuck around with stayed in everybody’s business, including famous people’s business. One of those blog sites had posted a picture up of Twinkle and him, and the bitch sent it to me on Facebook. That shit had me livid because, mind you, around that time, Twinkle had left the house, and for a fuckin’ week, I didn’t know where her black ass was. I was popping up at her job, and she wasn’t there. I did a massive search at her mama’s house, and I ain’t find her nowhere. Twinkle was so motha fuckin’ crazy that her ass was probably hiding in the fuckin’ attic somewhere. I hated the fact that she just packed up her shit and left without even trying to talk this shit out with a nigga like a mature fuckin’ adult!
Could I understand why Twinkle would think that I was out fuckin’ around, especially since I didn’t want to fuck her early that morning when she was tugging on my boxers? Yeah, I could understand, but I wasn’t about to look shorty in her eyes and lie about some shit like that.
