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Xαιҽɾ Aρɾιʅ 24ƚԋ Qυҽҽɳʂ, NY
Adjusting my pants, I grabbed my chains from the nightstand in front of me, fresh out of the shower, I was about to leave. But Kesha's silent attitude was pissing me off by the minute. Kesha was a situationship of mine, somebody that I cared about but couldn't really commit to. Not because I was incapable of it, it was simply because I didn't want to. I liked to have my fun, and she was part of that fun.
At first it was going okay with us, she understood that what we had wasn't an exclusive thing, but as time passed, as you would guess it, she started wanting more than that. More that I wasn't willing to give her, me and her had a good thing going on with what we had. Feelings getting involved would just ruin it, and she was proving that.
As the days went on I started to appreciate her company less and less, it was just a bother to me now because she got mad at every little thing. Like now for example. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what she was upset at right now. Yet there she was, at the edge of the bed, half naked, staring at me with a mean mug and her knee bouncing up and down like she had something to get off her chest.
It took a minute, but eventually she opened her mouth and spoke about what was bothering her. "Whose that new girl that you were talking to the other day when you went to get your shipment?" she asked.
Instantly I knew she was talking about auntie, that was the only woman I'd communicated with during a pickup recently. I never really stopped to chat or do much else when I was in the middle of work, but auntie threw me for a loop when I saw what she looked like that day. The first time I saw her, she was only dressed in a couple sweats and her hair was all over her head, wrapped in a scarf. I knew she was cute but she wasn't that damn cute to me at the time.
Yet the second time, seeing her in actual clothes with her hair done up, it sidetracked me. At first I could barely recognize that it was her, but that deep voice and snappy attitude told me everything that I needed to know. She was gorgeous, and her body was just as good looking as her face was. It'd been awhile since I'd seen someone as pretty as her. Even if she was a bitch.
"What new girl?" I asked, playing dumb with a small smile because I knew I was pissing Kesha off even more.
She sucked her teeth loudly and stood up from the bed, my back was turned but I could hear her walking over to me, stopping just a foot or so behind where I stood putting my jewelry on. "Don't think I don't have eyes on you X because I do. You was feeling some bitch up and about to kiss her?" she asked, but it came out more as a statement.
I laughed to myself, shaking my head at her, because that indeed wasn't what happened. But only God knew what her bald headed ass friends was telling her about me. "I don't really give a fuck. I'm a grown ass man, Kesha, watch me all you want but I ain't doing nothing wrong." I shrugged, grabbing my diamond grills and slipping them back on my bottom teeth.
"Nothing wrong?! You fuck around on me everyday at this point!" she exclaimed. Again, exaggerating. I didn't sleep with that many women, a good share, no shit, but I wasn't fond of putting my dick just anywhere and with anyone.
"Ion even fuck around as much as I could be, if we being honest. You also knew I fucked with other people before we established this... whatever the hell it is, so I don't know why you just started trippin out. Get rid of those feelings and shit, it's hurtin' you." I advised.
She stayed quiet for a moment, so I turned around to look at her and she was staring back at me with a sad pout, but still glaring at the same time. "I thought we were getting closer to the point where you wanted to settle down." she said more quietly.
"I'm not... ain't even tryna hurt your feelings or nothing right now but I'm just not at that point in my life. And I been told you that, stop actin' brand new cause you really pissing me off." I said honestly, and it was like all her sadness went away and transferred into nothing but anger.
Raising a hand, she brought it back and slapped me as hard as she could while screaming out a, "Fuck you X!"
At this point, I wasn't even shocked, as many of those as I received, my face was numb to them but those long ass nails of hers? Couldn't stand them, it made the slaps hurt more and irritated me to the fullest. But I currently didn't have the energy to fight back with her and do much, especially because I knew she'd be back on my line within the next few hours. She was just emotional right now.
She ranted on and on, throwing curse words out as well as insults towards me, all while I leaned against her bedroom dresser and just stared at her. Wasn't much else I could do. Scratch that, there wasn't much else I wanted to do. I didn't care how she felt, as bad as it may sound, it was the truth. It was nine o'clock at night and we just fucked for three hours, I was surprised she even had this much energy.
When I yawned as she yelled, it really set her off. She got ready to slap me again, only for me to grab her hand in the middle of the motion and stop her.
"Stop trippin', you doing too much. I'm not even fuckin' with nobody but you right now and you know that. I'm up under you half the time I ain't working and we had a good night, you got some dick and some money. But the way you acting out right now? I don't even think you deserved that shit."
She frowned at what I said and opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off. "And now I'm about to start actin' out and you don't want that. Now do you?" she shook her head at the question, still not saying anything. So I let her hand go.
"Good." I muttered, grabbing the back of her head I pulled her closer, running my tongue over my lips as she looked up at me with those pretty eyes. Kesha really was gorgeous, as crazy as she was. I mean there was a reason I fucked with her. "Ima catch you later. Okay?"
"Okay." I waited for her to say it before I bent down and kissed her lips twice, making her grin a little and bite her lip in return. "I love you." she said.
"Love you too." I said back before grabbing my phone as well as my charger and heading outside of her apartment, away from the complex, and to the end of the block where I knew my friends were waiting on me so we could get our jobs done.
As I approached them, I could see a few of them shooting dice on the corner, and Isaiah, leaned against the all black Escalade we used whenever we did jobs together. It was just easier for us to share one truck as opposed to everybody driving on their own and meeting up, that caused a lot of risk, it was better when everybody was together.
