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He grins. “Yeaah, baaaaby; that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout.”
He tries to kiss me again, but I push ’im back wit’ my hand. “Whoa, slow down, Playboy. Let me give you da ground rules. You not my man. We chillin’ to see what kicks off. I tilt my head. “We clear.”
“Yo, fuck outta here wit’ all that ‘you not my man’ shit.”
“Aiiight, muhfucka. Be stupid if you want. You get three strikes; nuthin’ more, nuthin’ less. You fuck me ova, you get fucked up.”
“Whatever, yo. Am I gonna be ya man or not?”
“Like I said, three strikes, muhfucka.”
“I ain’t strikin’ out, shit. So go ’head wit’ that. Now stop all ya bullshittin’ and give ya man a kiss.”
Ohmigod, this muhfucka is a piece’a work, I think, lookin’ up at ’im, smirkin’. I keep my mouth shut. Let ’im press his lips up to mine. We kiss for a few minutes wit’ this nasty nigga tryna play wit’ my clit and run his fingas up in my pussy. But I shut it down, openin’ the front door. My eyes ’n mouth pop open.
His whip is kissin’ the ground; somebody done slayed all four of the nigga’s tires. He races out the door, snappin’. “What da Fuck?! Who da fuck got at me like this?”
The bitch who did ’im in wrote PUSSY-ASS NIGGA in big red letters across his windshield. And you AIN’T SHIT is written on the back window. The nigga looks wrecked.
I fold my arms, leanin’ up against the doorframe wit’ my lips twisted, watchin’ ’im walk ’round his whip, lookin’ like he’s ready to flip his lid. I don’t say shit. Shit, ain’t shit to say. A bitch’s mind is already made up. Nigga, strike one!
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Decisions, decisions, decisions…what’a bitch gonna do?…Tell da nigga it’s a wrap…that a bitch is thru…dead it ’fore he gotta get jacked ’n slapped…nigga poppin’ sum good shit, though…still…a bitch ain’t tryna be played like she type-slow…
“Yo, why you actin’ all funny ’n shit? You actin’ like I did some shit to you. What’s good, yo?” Alex asks two days after that shit went down wit’ his whip. Today’s the first time I’m fuckin’ wit’ ’im since the shit happened. And the nigga sound mad tight, too.
“Muhfucka, I’m still tryna figure out why ya shit got housed on my muthafuckin’ property and what bitch you done pissed off and got tailin’ ya ass to my muthafuckin’ spot. That shit ain’t it, nigga.”
“Yo, you act like I know who da fuck did it. I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ no one. I told you. I cut all them birds off a minute ago; true story.”
“Well, maybe you did; maybe you didn’t. I don’t know what da fuck you’ve done. But I do know this: whoeva da fuck it is, the bitch fucked up, bringin’ that shit here. So ’til you find out who da fuck it is, ya black ass ain’t comin’ here.”
“Aiight, cool. Then you can come down and chill at my spot.”
I frown. “Nigga, you done got the shit twisted. I ain’t ’bout to be ridin’ up ’n down da parkway for a muhfucka who gotta buncha shit wit’ ’im. You need ta handle them bitches you been fuckin’ first.”
“Yo, stop sayin’ that shit. I told you, I ain’t fuckin’ no one. Damn.”
“Then one’a them needy bitches ain’t tryna let go. Either way, I ain’t feelin’ da shit; especially since you done brought the shit up to my doorstep.”
“Yo, I ain’t bring it to ya door.”
“Nigga, puhleeze. Obviously da bitch followed you here. So, as far as I’m concerned, you brought da shit here. Say what da fuck you want.”
“Yo, you actin’ like I got control over what da fuck some nuttyass bitch does. What you want me to do?”
“Muhfucka, you know what, don’t do shit. Just keep on doin’ what you do, but leave me outta it. A bitch got more pressin’ things to deal wit’ than to be wrapped up in a muhfucka wit’ a buncha drama.”
He lowers his voice. “Yo, c’mon wit’ that bullshit. I ain’t beat for da drama, either.”
I huff. “Nigga, I can’t tell.”
“Yo, I’m tellin’ you.”
“Yeah, and what you tellin’ me don’t mean shit. All of a sudden out da blue ya shit sittin’ on da ground and all tatted up wit’ paint. Nigga, puhleeze. That’s the handiwork of some ho you done pissed off. You need’a handle that. And I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you ’til you do.”
“I ain’t tryna hear that shit, yo.”
