Juniper Weaver
Iwas falling in too deep with Faheem. This last month with him was almost like one of those cheesy romance movies with a ghetto twist. Faheem was turning into my best friend, and the days we spent together meant a lot to me. I looked for the Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays we spent together. Like I said, whatever was going on between Faheem and me was ghetto. The three unofficial days we spent together were the highlight of my week. I always looked forward to spending time together with Faheem. It didn’t matter if we stayed in my room and watched movies all night, or if we went out on a date–we always enjoyed each other's company. I hated how he handled me at times because it made it hard to differentiate what was real and fake.
When it was just the two of us, it was like he was my man. I found myself opening up to Faheem more than I wanted to, but he made it so easy for me to talk to him. He listened to everything I had to say and never judged me. He let me unapologetically be Juniper, and that wasn’t something I had done for a long time. My life made it easy for me to be caught upin the lives of everyone around me that I forgot to live for me. With Faheem, he reminded me that I had to take care of myself too. Being with him made sense to me, and I found myself falling for him in ways I had no business doing. I tried to keep telling myself he wasn’t my nigga, he had a girl. This marriage was fake. I woke up everyday saying that over and over, but it all flew out the window when Faheem kissed me and held me like I was his. He had my mind gone, and I hated that I was weak for him when I hadn’t even had the chance to feel his dick inside of me.
Faheem’s dick was big as fuck. For him to be as slim as he was, I thought he’d have a pencil dick. But no, his ass was packing. The first time I sucked his dick, I damn near choked on it. He really had me acting out of character, and I hated it. I didn’t like sucking dick, but here I was, sucking his because he had magic fingers that had me cumming every time he touched me. What Faheem had me feeling was dangerous, but I didn’t want it to stop.
“I swear you working my nerves,” Frankee snapped at me.
That was another positive thing that came from my situation with Faheem, Frankee and I had grown closer. I had sworn off having friends, but Frankee was my bitch. When I wasn’t chilling with Faheem, I was with Frankee. She listened better than her brother, and I related to her more than I thought I would. I eventually told her why Faheem and I had gotten married. She didn’t even blink an eye, although she said it was weird her daddy suggested it, but she wasn’t shocked about anything that had transpired between us. One thing I loved about Frankee was she kept things real with me about her brother. She didn’t sugar coat anything when it came to Faheem. She told me to have fun with him but not to take him seriously. I swear I heard what she was saying, however, that was easier said than done. I heard her when she emphasized that Faheem wouldn’t leave Mixie foranyone, but I wasn’t asking him to leave her. I just wanted a little of his time. Nothing with us was supposed to be permanent.
Groaning into my phone, I really didn’t want to hear her mouth. “Frankee, you know if I didn’t have plans with Faheem tonight, I wouldn’t have a problem going out with you.”
“Fuck Faheem! You don’t think that nigga would cancel on you in a heartbeat if that bitch asked him to?”
See, had this been any other day, I might have considered rescheduling, but the hike we had planned for tonight had been something I’d really wanted to do. I just knew a nigga like Faheem was going to shoot down the hiking idea, but he didn’t. He saw how eager I was about going, and it made him want to see what the hype was. I couldn’t see myself letting him down. Not to go to a club that was going to be there tomorrow.
“He wouldn’t,” I answered confidently as I got out of my car in the parking garage. I walked over towards the elevator that led to Faheem’s condo getting inside once the doors opened. I smiled to myself on my ride up thinking about Faheem. He was a man of his word, bringing me my car bright and early on my first day of work.
I wasn’t trying to be delusional, I was aware of Faheem’s feelings towards Mixie. I didn’t think the little time we shared trumped the years they’d been together. But I did think he had some kind of feelings towards me, and knowing how much this meant to me, he would make this night a priority.
“Bitch, how are you dickmatized but ain’t had no dick?” Frankee laughed at me.
I rolled my eyes, stepping into the elevator. I pressed the button to the twentieth floor.
“Whatever, don’t hate ‘cause Faheem scared off yo’ little boo,” I teased her.
“And that’s why I’m going out to Mookie’s party so I can find me a new nigga that ain’t gon’ let a nigga in a cast punk them.Just like you need to find a new nigga to keep Faheem on his toes. Don’t let that nigga think you all in when he got an entire bitch.”
“I’m sorry, Frankee,” I whined into the phone. I didn’t want her to be mad at me. “I’m not going out tonight, maybe tomorrow,” I said as I opened the door, walking into Faheem’s condo.
She smacked her lips loudly then said, “Whatever.” Frankee hung up on me like she always did when she didn’t get her way with me.
I chuckled at her spoiled child antics as I called them. One thing for certain, she wasn’t used to hearing the word no. Walking deeper into the condo looking for any signs of Faheem, my heart dropped when I found them… more like I heard them. From the living room/kitchen area I could clearly hear Faheem and Mixie fucking. I didn’t know why this hurt my feelings so bad. I knew they had to be fucking because we sure as hell weren’t. Hearing him give her the pleasure he’d been giving me hurt my damn feelings, something terrible. That was supposed to be my dick. I felt crazy as fuck because I was about to cry over a nigga that was fucking his bitch instead of me. I needed to get a grip on reality.That’s not your nigga.Hurrying to my room, I slammed my door shut. I hoped their dumb asses heard my door slam shut. Faheem had ruined my night, and I couldn’t wait to cuss this nigga out. The minute he knocked on my door, I was letting his ass have it.Fuck Faheem.
***
Gentle knocks at my door stirred me from my angry slumber. I was so pissed when I first came home the only thing I could do was sleep before I did something irrational. I was glad I chose to sleep because it gave me time to think. I couldn’t get mad when Faheem interacted with Mixie when she was hisgirlfriend. If I was going to continue with Faheem, I had to get control of my feelings. Since I was looking forward to tonight, I was going to bite the bullet and be the bigger person. Getting out of my bed, I ambled over to the door, opening it, seeing Faheem standing there. Like any other time, he pulled me by my waist, mashing our bodies together. He leaned down, gently kissing my lips. Like a sucker, I let him kiss me like we were lovers. It had become our way of greeting each other. My body instantly relaxed, smelling his cologne that smelled like he’d freshly put it on. The hint of mint on his breath let me know he’d just brushed his teeth too.
Bitting his lips, he looked down at me, his eyes half closed, looking like he’d just gotten done smoking. “When did you get home? I been waiting on you.”
Snatching back from him, I gave him a dirty look, thinking back to him fucking Mixie. Pressing my lips together, I smartly said, “If you didn’t have that girl screaming at the top of her lungs, you probably would have heard.”
Letting me go, Faheem let out an annoyed sigh. “Man, here you go.” When he stepped back, I noticed he was fully dressed.
I frowned at what he was wearing. He looked good in his red fitted Levi jeans, red Louis Vuitton Cotton shirt with the LV embedded patch, with red and white retro Jordan 11’s. A white Louis belt held up his slightly sagging jeans. I’d never seen Faheem in as much jewelry as he had on right now. I mean, his nose ring diamond looked bigger than I’d ever seen. The diamond in his ear was twice as big as he normally wore, a big faced Rolex on his wrist, and he wore three different gold chains on his neck. Faheem looked good as fuck… that was undeniable.The problem was this wasn’t hiking attire, and he was smart enough to know that.
“I ain’t said nothing.” I stepped back further in my room. My heart sped up the more I watched Faheem. Something was offwith how he was acting. He wouldn’t even look me in the eyes. With squinted eyes, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Some shit came up, and I can’t make it tonight. We have to do that hike another night,” Faheem said, finally looking me in the eyes. His dumb ass had the nerve to look upset when he was the fucking problem.
“Why?” In the pit of my stomach, I already knew why. I just wanted to hear Faheem say what I already knew.
“It don’t matter,” he coldly responded.
“Why don’t it? You never canceled on me before. What’s so important you have to tonight knowing how bad I wanted to go to The View?” I refused to back down. Faheem had me fucked all the way up.
“ ‘Cause my bitch wanna spend time with her nigga.” Faheem barked at me, stepping in my room then in my personal space. He peered at me angrily. “Is that what the fuck you wanted to hear?”
