“So, I have to come to my woman’s house now to talk to her? That’s what we’re doing now, Nee?” My left ear lowered toward my shoulder. I was a bit disconcerted that she had yet to invite me in or move from the front door, indicating that I could come in.
She lifted her shoulders nonchalantly, then rolled her eyes. “I mean, shit, shouldn’t you be at that bitch house, letting her get some dick? She did say that she would have it whenever.”
“Man, move.” I walked into her house after she moved to the side to let me in. I stood in the middle of her living room ready to toss her thick ass. “P’Nee, don’t play with me, sweetheart. You know, like me and my dick knows, that you are the only one privileged to get it. It’s gonna be like that until either the rapture or God sees fit to call us home.”
She stood there in her devilish house dress that she knew turned me on. This was a setup because there was no way that she didn’t know I would come over here. She could have put on some sweats and a T-shirt. That would have turned me on, too, but it wouldn’t have been easy access. She wanted to get fucked on the low.
Her neck crooked a little before her hand went on her hip. “Bolt, it’s whatever. It really is.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose.Stay on the leash.“P’Nee, I don’t like how nonchalant your attitude is. That’s not going to fly with me, because my ’chalant is here, and it cares. It’s not whatever. It’s me and you. Now, this bullshit with Anna, I will take some accountability for because I should have warned you that there was a ditzy broad out there.
“I should have never left you open like that. I knew her ass was ditzy, but I didn’t think her ass was stupid. Trust me, that shit will be handled,” I told her.
She stared at me for a beat. There was this hurt or disappointment in her eyes that I didn’t like. I wasn’t sure which one it was, but I didn’t like either.
“How do I know you’re not fucking her anymore?” With one hand still on her hip, she lifted the other and shook it. “You know what, no. I didn’t move here for drama. This is not what I signed up for. I think it’s best we just remain friends, Bolt.”
A tear fell from her eyes. “This woman came to my school where I lead children and accused me of potentially fucking my students! A huge fight happened, and police locked up some of my damn students! These are good kids, Boltin! Now they may have a blemish on their record because of your dick drama that I had nothing to do with.”
My entire spirit left my body. Her words hit me hard because I knew how important her school was to her. This shit was fucked up, and it was partially my fault. I slowly moved closer toher. When she let me wrap my arms around her, I pulled her into my chest.
“I am so fucking sorry this happened. It should never have happened. I’m not sure what I can do to rectify the situation, but you know that I will do everything I can to fix it.” I tried to reassure her. “P’Nee, I’m not fucking with that girl. I’m also not okay with us not being together. That is not a part of God’s plan.”
Her head bucked back. That smile tried to break through, but she pushed it back. “How do you know what’s in God’s plan?”
“You think a nigga doesn’t pray for blessings over this relationship? I want this to last forever. I love you with your mean, stubborn ass.” This was the first time that I let those words leave my mouth. I’d felt it for a while but was scared to say shit. I wasn’t sure if I could take her not feeling the same way. In my mind, time had no bearing when it dealt with love, but to some, it did.
She melted in my arms. “I don’t know, Bolt. Her ass is still on social media talking shit. Like, what the hell.”
My face scrunched. I wasn’t a social media type of person. “What the fuck do you mean she’s posting shit on social media?”
She pulled from my hold. I followed her upstairs to her bedroom. She grabbed her phone from the charging plate on her bedside table. Her finger tapped the screen a few times before the screen of her phone was casted on to the television. I sat on the bed as she went through the post and videos that Anna’s stupid ass posted.
“Make sure you save these stupid ass shits. She’s going out real bad over something that I took from her long before us.” I stood up. “Get some clothes on.”
Her beautiful face tightened. “I’m saving everything and sending it to my lawyer. Yeah, that bitch is going to feel me. Why do I need to get clothes on?”
“I’m about to go to that ho’s house, and I want you there. I need you there to know exactly what’s said and shit. Plus, I need you to help me stay on the damn leash. I’ll be honest, this is my first time having to deal with this kind of shit,” I admitted.
The bridge of her nose scrunched to promote the crease of her forehead. She didn’t say anything before she walked over to her dresser and pulled the drawer with her leggings open. When she bent over, I noticed she didn’t have panties on.Yeah, she wants to be fucked.My hardened dick led the way to her.
I kissed her neck. “You trying to get fucked, Nee? Walking around here with no panties on.”
I leaned her body forward on the dresser, lifted the hem of her shirt, then released myself from my sweats. My fingers played with that pussy, and it was already wet and dripping down her leg. I slid in like a nigga slid smoothly in a bitch’s Instagram direct message. “Bolt,” she said after a moan before she pushed her ass back.
“You feel that dick in you? You talkin’ shit about me giving this to someone else.” I smacked her ass. “You got me fucked up. Your pussy is tattooed on this dick.”
I let the top of my body lean back to get more leverage. I swear P’Nee had that inclined kind of pussy. It was like walking on a treadmill, and after a minute, it inclined on its own. You had to adjust your speed and motion to meet the demands of the incline. I loved a challenge. There was nothing better than a pussy challenge.
I fucked the sense out of my baby before we got into the shower and fucked some more. I had clothes over here just like she had some at my house. We were dressed forty-five minutes later, in my whip, and on our way to a ditzy broad’s house.
Ditzy Kingdom . . .
Anna lived in a house in a newer neighborhood in Clover. The homes were nice but way too close together. When you lived on owned land all your life, you weren’t used to neighbors. There was a peace about it. I could have a full-blown fair on my land, and no one could tell me shit because it was private land.
I parked in her driveway. I made sure I walked around to open P’Nee’s door after I got out of the car. I told her to hold back for a second before she came to the door. Anna had a Ring camera, and I knew her punk ass wouldn’t open the door if she saw my baby was with me.
It took her less than two minutes to answer her door. My eyelid became stuck in an open position. This broad stood there with a wide smile like she hadn’t run up on my woman earlier tonight. “Hey, Bolt. You wanna come in?”
