“I told you they were fucking,” Bobbi accused, standing over his shoulder. “Probably been fucking for a long time too.”
“Nah.” Dexter closed out of the phone, tossing it on the couch. “I had her wrapped around my finger. She didn’t move unless I said so, the fuck you talking about?”
“If that’s the case, then why isn’t she here? If you had her under control like you want to believe, then she’d be here regardless of the situation.”
Dexter didn’t respond because she had a point.
“And according to the Shaderoom, she’s moved on and is out here living her best pill-popping life,” Bobbi continued. “But maybe you’re right,” she shrugged, going back into the kitchen as the air fryer beeped. Dexter didn’t even know they owned an air fryer, but he was tired of the shit already. Bobbi couldn’t cook to save her life, and she burnt all the precooked foods.
“The fuck is that smell?” he questioned, fanning the air in front of him.
“I overcooked my pizza rolls,” Bobbi yelled out, waving the cloud of smoke from her face.
“How the fuck do you overcook pizza rolls?”
“I left them in the air fryer too long, Dex, dang. It's not that big of a deal,” she muttered.
In Dexter’s eyes, it was a big deal. He had been so caught up in maintaining a life he couldn’t afford that he hadn’t realized all the shit Tyler did for him. Since she left, he hadn’t eaten a solid meal, the bills and clothes were piling up, and he honestly missed just hanging with her. When they weren’t into it, Tyler was cool as fuck, but somewhere between dogging her out and trying to be that nigga, he forgot what he had at home. Dexter foolishly allowed himself to believe he could still be that nigga without her.
“Aye, did you look over those lyrics I gave you?” Dexter asked as Bobbi pranced back into the living room with a bowl of grapes and crackers.
At four months, the baby she was carrying was tearing her ass out of the frame. If she wasn’t throwing up, she was lounging around the house battling fatigue. Her stomach was still flat, but from the way Bobbi cupped it, you couldn’t tell. Her pants were always unbuttoned and her back stayed arched. She was always whining, and all of a sudden, she couldn’t take the dick. If she wasn’t crying about him being too rough, Bobbi was gagging, claiming his dick tasted like metal. She wasn’t the freak bitch he was used to, so he was forced to fuck off in champagne rooms with bitches who tried to milk him dry.
“No,” Bobbi answered, taking a seat next to him. “You know I'm not good at all that.”
“What are you good at besides looking good on my arm and fucking?” Dexter scoffed, reaching for his cup. “You can’t cook, you don’t clean up, shit, you not even fucking me right. Even Gucci's wife adds something to his sets, all you do is start shit and cry.”
For years, Dexter ignored Bobbi’s sexual advances. If she wasn’t feeding him information about Tyler, he really didn’t have anything to say to her. It wasn’t until Tyler called herself going on a girl's trip with Aria and Shane did he give in to temptation. Bobbi popped up at their apartment to pick up a purse Tyler left out for her and ended up sucking Dexter’s dick while Tilly fucked her homegirl.
That weekend, the foursome got high and fucked each other all over the apartment. Dexter took turns with both women while Tilly stood on the sideline, and when Dexter went limp, Tilly jumped in to get what was left. The fun was supposed to endthat Sunday, but Dexter couldn’t stop. Bobbi was a hoe but she had good pussy. He had her cumming back-to-back, something he couldn’t make Tyler do, and that fed his ego.
Things were going good at first. He was fucking both cousins without a care in the world. People in his inner circle knew, but they wouldn’t dare say anything out of fear of being cut off. Bobbi was his girl when Tyler wasn’t around, and she played the part well. It was nothing for her to go off on bitches for being in his face, and when Bobbi couldn’t get to him, she’d get Tyler involved. Tyler thought Bobbi was putting her on game, but she was really hyping her up to go catchtheirnigga.
“Dex bye, don’t get mad at me because your shit isn’t hitting the same,” Bobbi snapped back. “Do I look like a bitch that’s going to sit up here and carry your career? I’m not her.”
“Carry my career?” Dexter snorted. “Bitch, you got me fucked up. I don’t need a bitch to do shit for me. All I asked your simple-minded ass to do was write a couple of words, but if it doesn’t involve being on your knees sucking dick, then you don’t have any talents, huh?”
“Look, I can’t write like her, but I fuck you better and that counts for something.”
“It don’t count for shit. If I can’t bottle that shit up and sell it, then you’re not helping.”
“So what do you want me to do, Dex? I’ve never had to do nothing but look pretty.”
“And that’s my fault for letting pussy cloud my judgment.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Ding
The elevator doors opened, and Carla stepped off. Dexter groaned inwardly. This was the shit he didn’t have time for, andit was the reason he’d never take Bobbi seriously. For as long as he’d been staying there, Carla had never walked in his shit, but now that her daughter was in the passenger seat, Carla came and went as she pleased. She never knocked and she left her cigarette butts and water bottles all over the place. It was easy to see where Bobbi got her housekeeping skills. When Tyler used to tell him they treated her like Cinderella, Dexter thought she was saying it to make him feel bad, but now he could see it as clear as day.
“Hey Ma,” Bobbi greeted her.
“Hey, how’s my grandbaby doing?” Carla asked, making her way over to the couch.
For the first time in a long time, Carla felt like Bobbi had finally done something right. She got the man, the baby, and the lavish lifestyle that should’ve been hers from the beginning. Carla didn’t care that it was gained by betrayal. The only thing that mattered was that, for once, her child had the upper hand.
“Keeping me running to the bathroom.” Bobbi giggled as Carla rubbed her flat stomach.
