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“She kept banging on the door. And I didn’t want her causing a scene.”
“Oh word? And that’s all?”
“Ohmygod, MarSell,” Marika screeched. “What the hell are you trying to insinuate here? You’re making it sound like I asked for this shit with that crazy-ass woman.”
The one thing about Marika and me, we have our disagreements, but yelling and hollering at each other isn’t what we do. I can count on one hand the number of nasty fights we’ve had. One.
Going at each other’s neck is not how we get down. But, on some real shit, that shit with this chick had us about to go there.
I took a deep breath, checked myself real quick and said, “Nah, nah, baby. My bad. That’s not what I’m saying, or tryna imply.”
She grunted. “Well, it sounds like it to me. And I don’t appreciate your tone.”
“I apologize for coming at you like that. But this, broad, yo, is fuckin’ nuts.”
“Yeah, well, you’re the one who had to fuck her like you loved her. Now you got this bitch thinking you’re in love with her.”
I frowned. “I wasn’t making love to her. I fucked her.”
She grunted. “Well, tell that bitch that. It looked that way to me. So I can see why she’d get it in her nutty-ass head that you have a thing for her.”
I sighed. “See. Now you’re blaming me. You’re talking like I invited that broad into our lives to harass us. How was I supposed to know her ass was unstable?”
Silence.
“C’mon, baby. Look. I don’t wanna beef with you. This is the shit that broad wants us doing. Going at each other. You know this isn’t even us.”
“Do you want that bitch, MarSell?”
Real shit, when she came at me with that, heat washed all through my veins, had every fucking vein in my forehead and neck pulsing. I frowned. “Are you fuckin’ serious right now, yo? Vous parlez baise fou!”
She huffed. “Oh, now you want to speak in French, knowing I don’t know what the hell you’ve said. So typical.”
I sighed. “I said, you’re talking fuckin’ crazy now.”
“Oh, am I? Well, crazy is the bitch that just left here telling me she wants my husband because she knows he loves her.”
Hands curled into a fist, I got up and punched a hole in the wall, barely missing a beam. “What the fuck, man! No, I don’t want that broad. You think I’ma throw away fifteen years with you for some one-night stand that we both wanted to fuck?”
Silence.
“What, now you’re gonna ig me?”
“I’m tired, MarSell. I’m drained. And I’m going to sleep. I’ll talk to you when I get home.”
She’d hung up on me. But fuck what ya heard! Two hours later, my ass was in Atlantic City and I was the one banging on her room door. Believe that.
I snap out of my reverie when my door opens and in walks Carlos. “Hey, what’s good, playboy?” he says, shutting the door behind him.
“Nothing, man,” I say, getting up and walking around my desk to give him dap. “What’s good with you?”
He takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk. I sit back in the chair behind my desk. “Nothing much, man. You know, just tryna put the finishing touches on this album. Laila’s interested in being featured on my joint, ‘Unforgiveable.’?”
I nod my head, digging the idea. “Oh, aiight, aiight. That’s definitely a good look. The two of you together spitting that hot, sexy shit will be straight fire.”
“Exactly. And since we’re label mates, who are both sexy as fuck, it’s a win-win.”
I chuckle. “Man, listen to ya ugly-ass. You stay suckin’ ya own dick.”
