“You need something,” Bobbi mumbled. “I’m going to bed.”
“Sleep in the guest room, I’m going to invite over a bitch who can take the dick.”
“Excuse me?” She whipped her head around.
“You heard me,” Dexter slurred. “All of a sudden you forgot how you got this position. Sucking and fucking is what got you access to this penthouse might I remind you.”
“Fuck yo non-rapping ass!” Bobbi spat, tossing a pillow at him.
“Yea, yea, yea, but this non-rapping nigga had you sucking my dick backstage while your cousin was on stage performing. What’s that shit you use to sing after I nutted in your mouth?” He paused. “Oh...can I get a refilllllll.”
“Nigga, take yo drunk ass to sleep,” Tilly cackled.
“Bobbi, come milk me real quick...or did your mouth close right along with your cervix?”
“Wow.” Bobbi blinked away tears. She didn’t know why she thought that them being together would be any different, and if his bank account was as big as she previously thought, he could’ve continued to be an asshole while she swiped his card. Being broke and disrespectful was something he couldn’t afford. Foolishly, Bobbi blurred the lines and somewhere in the mix, she caught feelings for a broke nigga. Her worst nightmare had come true, and she couldn’t help but think this was her punishment for all the fucked-up shit she’d done. The phraseeverything that glitters ain’t goldboldly flashed over Dexter’s head, and Bobbi felt stupid. For years, she was jealous of her cousin's relationship, only to find out Dexter had nothing to offer her except dick, and that wasn’t enough to keep a bitch like her content.
“And I promise that bitch ass nigga gone see me,” Dexter mumbled, stumbling over to the couch. “I’m southwest Dex and ain’t nobody gone lil dog me.”
“Sleep it off, bro,” Marty advised as they all stood around watching him.
“Nah. I’ll sleep when Ty brings her funky ass home,” he muttered, unknowingly shooting daggers at Bobbi’s chest. “How the fuck she gone live without me?”
Chapter Fifteen
Tyler paced the living room floor with her arms folded under her chest. She wanted to believe that she could fight the feeling, but the growling in her stomach and itch in her throat had her thinking otherwise. The more she paced, the more the craving intensified. Tyler thought about eating a mushroom to take the edge off, but being in a psychedelic haze wasn’t her thing, and thanks to Aria, she’d never look at trees the same.
“Oh my god,” Tyler groaned, pounding her fist against her thigh. The leg spasms she’d be experiencing were brutal, and the fact that she wasn’t getting any sleep was worse. Her mint can was empty, and all her secret stashes were depleted. Tyler’s mind was racing, her skin felt clammy, and just when she thought she was about to pass out, rapid taps on the door startled her.
“If you don’t get the fuck off my porch, I’m going to release the hounds on your dumb ass!” Shane’s voice boomed through the ring camera before she could open the door. “Scram nigga!”
Tyler was confused until she opened the door. Standing there with his stupid ass fuck boy grin, Dexter’s eyes lit up whenthey landed on Tyler. She, on the other hand, was disgusted. For once, she was seeing Dexter with clear eyes and he looked like the wolf he had always been. Even in all his designer clothes, Dexter looked like every fuck nigga that came before him.
“What’s the deal, baby?” He stretched his arms out as if she was going to run into them.
“What are you doing here?” She frowned.
“About to die, that’s what the fuck his bum ass is doing,” Shane barked. “There’s a big ass no soliciting sign on the door. Get yo bum ass off my property before I call the firing squad.”
Placing his thumb on the camera, Dexter ignored Shane’s rants.
“Can I talk to you for a minute? A whole bunch of bills came, and I don’t have the information to pay them,” he lied. “You had Aria handling all that shit and I don’t know what the fuck going on.”
“Ain’t like yo broke ass got the money to pay it. Sit in the dark and pray nigga,” Shane shot.
“Bye Dex.” Tyler tried to shut the door, but Dexter stuck his foot out, preventing it from closing.
“Just let me come in for a minute.”
“Nigga, if you step a foot inside my house, I'm going to call the police and have you arrested for trespassing. Ty, close the door on his nasty ass,” Shane argued. “You can’t have company.”
“You heard him.” Tyler pushed the door, but Dexter stood firm.
“The fuck you want me to do, Ty, damn? It’s me, baby. We fall out and we make up. Don't make this shit bigger than what it is.”
“Bigger than what it is?” Tyler chuckled. “Nigga, I went to jail! I have on a fucking tether and you’re pressing charges on me!”
“Look, I know I fucked up, but this shit bigger than me and you. Darryl is on a fucking war path and I need help. You’re my brain, how the fuck am I supposed to think without you?”
