“I don’t care. I’m done.”
He exhaled.
“P, why the fuck would you suck my dick and not see it all the way to the end? You’re playing with me, right?”
“No, I’m not playing with you. If you want to finish, you need to do it yourself.”
“Do it myself?” he repeated as I put my hand on the doorknob.
“What the fuck does that mean, P?” he kept asking as I twisted the knob.
“Look, if you need someone to help you finish, go get Judge Judy to do it for you or something.”
I walked out and slammed the door with a smirk on my face. I heard Crew smacking his lips from across the hallway and mumbling what were probably curse words. Knowing that he was in there mad was just the small bit of relief that I needed. Now we can both be angry today and tired as hell from staying up all night with our newborn child.
Actually, tonight is his night for the night shift, so I’ll be sleeping while he’s up forming a bad case of the blue balls, and that’s exactly what his ass gets. Let's see if that judicial pussy was worth it.
Chapter 8
Bria
When I heard knocking at my door, I looked out of the peephole and then opened it before walking away from Crew standing in the threshold. I didn’t look back at him, but I felt the way his presence filled the room from the smell of his cologne and the sound of his chains swinging against one another.
“Damn. I can tell by the greeting you don’t fuck with me anymore.”
I dropped onto the couch, pulling my robe tighter, legs tucked in under my ass.
“Do not play dumb, Crew. You know, I have not heard from you the way I should, and it has really become annoying.”
“What do you mean? I told you what I had going on.”
The door shut behind him, and he walked over in front of me.
“Damn, I can’t get a hug.”
“A hug for what, Crew?”
“So that I can feel you in my arms. I miss your ass.”
“Mmhmm, if you say so.” I played it off like he didn’t almost make me smile with that statement.
“You know what I mean. Don’t you have a couple of baby mamas to worry about right now? Isn’t that what you’ve been tending to and why you don’t have time for me anymore?”
A smirk came across his face, like he enjoyed that I was mad.
“Look, you should be glad I’m trying to step up for my kids. I’m sure you’d be talking shit with the rest of the world if I was a deadbeat father.”
“Yeah, I would, but don’t neglect me in the process.”
“I didn’t neglect you.”
He sat down on the couch close to me, and before I could shift, his arms were wrapped around me, pulling me into his lap like I was light as a feather. That made my lady parts tingle instantly, and I felt his big ass dick that wasn’t even on hard but still made its presence known.
“What's been going on with you, baby? What have you been doing up in here besides talking shit about me in your head?”
I laughed because he was right. I didn’t have any friends or family I wanted to discuss Crew with, so I often complained about him out loud while cleaning aggressively and slamming things into the places they were meant to be. Since Marcus ruined the park for me, I've been trying to simply relax at home.
“I’ve actually just been sending my resume out to a few firms and looking for clients. So, sitting in this house and minding my business pretty much. I’m sure you don’t actually care, though.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
