“So, y-y-you saying you don’t know the nigga? Never crossed paths with him or nothing,” Dexter interrogated while standing in front of Tyler with a blunt between his fingers.
For a split second, Tyler felt like she was on an episode ofFirst 48. She could honestly see how people sat in front of cops and started making up shit just to get them to shut the fuck up. Being asked the same question over and over had to be a form of mental torture because she was losing it. The more he talked, the more she wanted to run to her purse and pop two more Xanax to block him out.
“Dex, my answer hasn’t changed since the first time you asked me. I. Don't. Know. Him,” she stressed, pushing her tablet to the side. It was clear she wasn’t going to get any work done.
“Th-th-then why the fuck he talking about taking you from me?” he stuttered. “H-h-how you think that make me look?”
“He just started talking to me, Dex. What was I supposed to do?”
“Walk the fuck away, duh!” Dexter jabbed her in the forehead. “Unless you like the shit. You crushing on that wanna be rapping ass nigga? You like him?”
“Dex, you've been drinking and I’d advise you to chill.”
“Don’t tell me to chill. It’s cool when you in this bitch putting your hands on me, but the moment I turn up, you wanna tell me to chill.”
“I’m saying it for your own good,” Tyler calmly advised. “I’m really not in the mood.”
“Bitch, you think I care about the mood you’re in when my reputation on the fucking line?”
“Call me another bitch and I’m going to spazz the fuck out,” she promised.
“Y-y-you think it’s funny to have these niggas laughing at me?” Dexter's wild eyes bore holes into her. “What the fuck is aLogic?” He snorted. “Talking about he want you...yea, ok. Fucking with me that nigga gone catch a bullet.”
Tyler didn’t know anything about Logic, and now she had heard his name more in the last three days than her own. She had even contemplated jumping in his DM’s and cussing him the fuck out. Thanks to him, Dexter was on her ass like white on rice. He wanted to attend every studio session, photoshoot, and meeting, thinking Logic was somewhere around. Every time her phone rang, he reached for it and answered it without her permission.
“Dexter ain’t nobody laughing at you.” Tyler pushed him out of her face. “It’s your guilty conscience. You know you ain’t shit and you’re paranoid because you think another nigga is going to snatch me from your ass.”
“What the fuck you just say?” Dex wiped the corners of his mouth, glaring at her through narrow eyes. “Repeat that shit.”
“You heard me nigga. I told you that I didn’t know that man, but your drunk ass ain’t comprehending the message because all you do is fuck around and lie,” she snapped, tired of handling him with kids’ gloves. “Shit, maybe this is what you needed. Someone to put a fire under your ass.”
Whap!
Dexter’s large hand flew across her cheek, turning her head in the process.
“After everything I’ve done for yo hoe ass this how you talk to me?” he barked. “I’m the man in this relationship, Ty! I run this shit. I took care of you when everybody else treated you like shit!” he screamed in her face. “ME!” Dex pushed her. “I fucking upgraded your life, and you think I won’t kill you about this shit? Like I won’t have us both on the front of a newspaper on some murder suicide shit,” he threatened, roughly mushing her face. “Why the fuck you acting like I’m not willing to die about this shit?” Dexter roared, upsetting himself even more.
“You’re a dummy.” Tyler swung, popping him back in the mouth. Dexter didn’t flinch, so she picked up the PS5 controller and smashed it against his face.
Whap!
“Dumb ass nigga, you made me fall in love with you and then you started treating me like shit!”
“Shit.” Dexter held his face. He gently touched his eye, praying that it was still in the socket. “My fault, baby. You just make me so fucking crazy, man.” He tried to grab her from storming past him. “Do you hear me? You make me crazy,”Dexter cried with real tears rolling down his cheeks. “I love you, baby. I fucking love you, and you be treating me like shit.”
“I only treat you how you’ve been treating me all this time.” Tyler swatted his hands away, unaffected by his words. She often wished his flunkies could see him behind closed doors. Dexter cried and fought her to get his way but acted like an asshole when the world was watching. He acted as if he didn’t need her when he needed her for everything.
“These niggas been wanting what I got!” He roughly palmed her ass. “But you’re mine.” He forcefully kissed her neck while slipping his hands into her panties. “You better not ever give this shit away. You hear me? Ever!” Dexter bit down on her shoulder, making her shudder.
“Wait.” Tyler weakly attempted to push him off her, knowing where things were headed, but his fingers massaging her insides felt good.
“This what you needed, baby? This why you acting up? You need daddy to take care of you?” He caressed her middle.
“Shut up.” Tyler used all her strength to push him down on the couch.
Dex knew the drill and started removing his clothes without being asked. His eyes remained on Tyler, who was making her way across the living room to her purse. He watched her grab the tin mint can from her purse and pop two pills in her mouth. Instead of chasing them with water, Tyler crushed them with her back teeth.
“Bring me one.”
