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George Tandy Jr.’s “March” eases over the airwaves as Nina comes over and tells me Marika’s on the station’s private line and that it’s important. I frown, picking up my cell and removing my headset, wondering why she’d be calling the station instead of hitting me up on my cell.
“Hey, baby, you good?” I say, picking up.
“I am now, papi,” the caller says. I cringe the minute I hear her voice. “Ooh, you sound so delicious. It’s so good to hear your sexy voice, papi. I’ve been missing you so much. You have no idea how badly my body aches for you. I need some more of that buen pene.”
My nose flares, but I try to keep shit in check. “What the fuck do you want, yo?”
“Don’t be mean. I’ve missed you. I’ve tried to stay away, but I can’t. I want you, papi. And I want some more of that good dick.”
I huff. “Yo, you can’t be hitting me up at the station like this, pretending to be my wife ‘n’ shit. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Well, I wouldn’t have to keep calling you if you’d just respond to my emails, and stopped avoiding me. I can’t believe you actually blocked me from your Twitter and I
nstagram.”
This crazy-ass chick’s back flooding my email with naked flicks and videos of her playing in her pussy, and sending me direct messages on Twitter for the last week. Just when I thought shit was over, here she comes popping back up.
“That was mean and childish,” she says softly. “Make love to me, MarSell, baby.”
I scowl. “Yo, real shit. What’s really good with you, huh?”
“I told you. I miss you. I wanna see you.”
“Not gonna happen. I thought I made that clear.”
I glance over my shoulder at the booth, then lower my voice. “Did you get dropped on your head or something? I’m tryna keep this light, but you can’t seem to follow the fuckin’ script, so let me help you out. If a muhfucka doesn’t hit you back after the tenth email and he blocks ya ass from all social media, then, uh, what the fuck you think that shit means?”
She huffs. “Now, baby. Don’t be like that. All that means to me is you’re playing hard to get.”
Is this broad fuckin’ serious right now?
I take a deep breath. “No. What it means is, a muhfucka’s not interested in ya ass. So why are you still hitting me up?”
“Because I love you, papi. And I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“You love me?” I laugh. “Yo, you funny as hell. You don’t love me. You’re confused; that’s what you are.”
“I’m not confused, hijo de puta! I know what the hell love is. And I know what I feel for you. So don’t tell me what I don’t feel for you. I love you, papi.”
I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at it in disbelief for a few seconds before placing it back up to my ear. “Listen, yo. That shit you feel isn’t love. It’s lust. And it’s clear it was a big-ass mistake on my part to ever link up with you.”
“Don’t say that. It wasn’t a mistake. It was fate, papi. Don’t you see that? I was supposed to win those VIP tickets.” I thought this broad told me her girl won them. I shake my head. “I was supposed to be sitting up at that bar. And I was supposed to be in bed with you…and her.”
I sigh, frustrated. “Look. That shit we shared was a night of good fuckin’. Not love. But you’re obviously confusing the two. How much paper is it gonna take for you to leave me and my wife the fuck alone, huh?”
“Motherfucker!” she yells. “I don’t want your money, asshole! I want you to leave your fucking wife!”
I laugh. “Yo, you shot the fuck out if you think I’d ever leave my wife for you or any other chick.”
“MarSell, baby. Let’s not fight, okay? Why are you doing this to us? We’re good together, and you know it. I know you felt it. I felt it when you were looking into my eyes, making love to me.”
“I fucked you. Get that through your fuckin’ empty-ass skull.”
“Okay, MarSell, baby. Whatever you say, boo. I’m not going to argue with you. I know what you did. I was there, papi. And if you’d stop fighting it, you’d see it too. Baby, we can be so good together, like magic. That stuck-up bitch doesn’t deserve you.”
I raise up in my seat. “Yo, hold up. Now you way outta pocket, yo. Don’t call my wife out her name. You got that?”
“Oh, so you’re going to defend that puta when she’s the one trying to keep us from being together? She knows what we have. And that’s why she doesn’t want you to see me again. She’s jealous of us.”
