“What the hell did you just say to me, fool!” Justin blared, stepping closer to the front door.
“Don’t get your ass kicked, dude, especially since you handicapped and shit. You look and sound stupid as fuck right now with yo ol’ nasty, cripple ass! Hold on while I go get my lady right quick,” I snapped. As I turned around to go get Ava, she was walking up behind me.
She wasn’t my lady just yet, but his ass didn’t need to know that. Just the sight of him had me hot.
“JUSTIN! What in the hell are you doing here? How’d you know I moved here?” Ava fussed from behind me.
“Dawn’s neighbor told me,” he replied.
“The fuck! Do you know what time it is? You shouldn’t be here!” Ava responded as dude cut her off while glaring at me.
“Well, I wouldn’t have had to come if you had answered my damn calls! You know that I’m recovering from hip surgery…”
“So! What does your condition have to do with me?” Ava shot back as she stood with her arms across her chest.
“What? What if it was an emergency? I’m still your husband you know!” Justin continued to rant as I stood there shaking my head.
“Huh! You mean soon to be ex-husband! You’re not my concern anymore, Justin, and clearly, it’s not an emergency since you were able to bring your ass all the way over here with no problem. From what I can see you look just fine. You need to leave!” Ava responded.
“Oh, so that’s how you gon’ do me, Ava?! You move on with this scrub while we’re still married and talk to me like that!”
“Scrub? Fuck you, punk ass nigga!” I sneered, causing him to look from me to Ava.
“I know you can’t be serious after everything you did to me! You have a lot of nerve popping up to my crib talking shit, Justin. You need to leave before I call the police.”
“Call the police? Wow! I came over here to try to talk things over with you. I received another divorce packet and there are some things we need to talk about, don’t you think?”
“There’s nothing for us to talk about. Go talk to Tate or Shane—” Ava responded as she tried to close the front door in dude’s face. He put his cane in the way stopping her from shutting the door.
“Now, just wait one damn minute, Ava! I’m still your husband, got dammit!” Justin shouted.
“Dude, you heard the lady.” I stepped in and grabbed the cane as he still held onto it and pushed him out of the doorway with it. “Get yo ass on before you go from a cane to a wheelchair, nigga!” I glared into his eyes letting him know I didn’t give a fuck about his hip surgery.
“Ouch! Damn it! Man, look,” Justin pleaded as he stumbled back holding onto the cane for dear life. The shit would be funny as fuck if I wasn’t so damn pissed. “I don’t want no trouble. Icame over here to talk to my wife, not to be fighting your big burly ass!”
“Well, according to your soon-to-be EX-wife, y’all ain’t got shit to talk about. Take ya ass on, bruh!”
“Ava, you not right for this shit! When you get the chance, I’d appreciate it if you’d return my call,” Justin requested as he turned to head toward his car.
Closing the door, I looked over at Ava and shook my head. “I’m sorry for getting involved, but dude has caused you enough drama and pain as it is. I wasn’t about to just stand there and let him ruin your happy mood on your first night in your new place.”
Stepping into my personal space, she lightly placed her hand on the side of my face then kissed me softly on the lips. I was taken off guard but totally down with it.
“Thank you for sticking up for me like that. The nerve of Dawn’s neighbor telling his ass where I moved to. I know it wasn’t nobody but Mrs. Jones with her nosey self,” Ava responded then stood back and looked into my eyes.
I held her chin up then kissed her back on the lips. “Fuck Mrs. Jones and fuck dude. Tonight, is your night, pretty lady,” I responded then slid my tongue into her mouth.
Surprisingly, she returned the gesture and slid her tongue into my mouth, and from there it was about to be on and poppin’ or so I thought. So much for taking things slowly, I guess. Hell, I was just going with her flow, and she had kissed me first. One thing led to another, and we were French kissing and groping all over each other. The closeness of her body to mine was causing a rise out of my manhood, and I couldn’t control it if I tried.
I knew that Ava could feel all eleven and a half inches of my monster as she pressed her body against mine. Just as I grabbed a chunk of her ample sized ass and brought her body closer to mine making sure to press my print against her mid-frame, thedoorbell rang again. We both were breathing heavily and clearly frustrated by the sudden intrusion.
“I’m about to choke dude’s ass out! I done had it with him!” I fumed then turned to snatch the door open as the doorbell rang again. “Dude, what the fuck is your prob—” Stopping when I noticed it was Troy and not Justin, I stood to the side to let him in.
“You good, cuz?” Troy asked, causing Ava to bust out laughing as Troy looked from me to her.
“Yeah man, but your timing is fucked up.”
“Hey, Dawn,” Ava said, answering her phone then walking off.
