Her response was lower, and again on auto pilot.
“Then tell me the reason… tell me why the fuck you randomly put me out and told me to get the fuck out your life? It was after that negative pregnancy test.”
“That negative pregnancy test was God’s way of telling me to leave yo weak ass.” There was my baby, she was back, and that mouth was as lethal as she wanted it to be.
“Maybe if you fucking went to the gym and stopped eating out so much, you wouldn’t have problems getting pregnant. I know my shits march… this shit was a you problem.” He wanted to hurt her, and instead he made her laugh.
“You wanna eat my pussy right here, Sigel?” She asked that wild ass question.
His entire attitude switched. “You know I do… fucking miss you.”
He moved closer to her, as she moved a few feet away from him. Still, he was close enough to smell her breath if he wanted.
“Being a bigger woman has never stopped me from having anything, except for fitting in designer runway. If given the chance, you would lick me clean right in this kitchen. It’s always the small dick niggas that love to bring up weight. If you can’t bench press three hundred, that’s a you problem, right? Sigel, I wasn’t meant to have your child, and I realized when the third test came back negative, and my doctor told me I was ovulating normally, and I was healthy. Could I stand to lose a few pounds? Sure, however, I’m not losing shit unless I want to.”
He felt stupid as fuck as she rounded the counter and leaned on the pantry door. My ass had my nose in the slits, wanting to smell everything that had to do with her right now.
His phone rang before he could respond, and he quickly rushed to answer the call. “Yeah… I’m on my way. Had to pick something up… yeah. Cool.” This nigga code switched like a muthafucka.
The fuck was a cool?
“This conversation isn’t over.” He looked at her.
“It’s over because I said it was. This relationship is done, and you need to realize that… take your stuff and go on about your business.”
He grabbed the box with the stuff in it and looked at her. “Let me take you out for dinner so we can finish this conversation.”
“Why do you have an evidence box in there?”
“I’m holding it for somebody… one of my homies found it and wants me to hold it for him.” He quickly lied.
“Hmm.”
“You good?”
“Yeah… just was wondering when I saw that at the top of the box.”
He chuckled. “You thought I was a narc?”
I couldn’t see her face, but I could imagine she had the most disgusted look on her face. “No... I have to head to yoga.”
He stood there like he didn’t know what to say or do. “Bet, Zoya.”
She removed herself from the pantry door and walked him to the door. I could hear him trying to take his foot from his mouth and she wasn’t trying to hear shit from him. Once I heard the door close, and the lock, I removed myself from the pantry.
“Why does that orange look like that?” she asked when she came back into the kitchen while I was washing my hands.
“Allah didn’t give you his baby because I’m putting my baby in you… don’t let that fuck nigga make you feel bad about not having his seed. Your womb selective… hear me?”
She smiled. “Yes. I heard you, Gerald.”
CHAPTER 17
GOON
We spentthe day in the shore house.
She sat on the back porch in the swing and read her kindle. Apparently, Navy purchased her one already preloaded with a bunch of books on it. I didn’t want to disturb her. The art of loving a woman was to know who they were.
