Not knowing how much Mixie heard of me eating Juniper out, I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to approach the shit with her. I was tryna read Mixie. Her being so calm had me on high alert. Mixie on a good day was arguing with any bitch that looked at me for too long. The fact that she sat there and listened to me fuck with another bitch and didn’t react had me side eyeing her. I wanted to say I was sorry and I regretted kissing Juniper’s lower lips, but that would be a bold face lie.
It was fucked up, but I didn’t regret my action. If I had the chance, I would do that shit over and over again. I don’t know what it was about Juniper that had my mind so fucked up. I never chased pussy or bitches. If a bitch didn’t come to me after I made the initial contact, I was on to the next or back to my bitch. Juniper had a nigga ready to chase her to the ends of the earth. I took a sip of her essences and ain’t been right since. A nigga didn’t want to hurt Mixie, but I wasn’t ready to let go of Juniper, and I didn’t know if I ever would be. At the same time, I wasn’t saying I didn’t want to not fuck with Mixie either. She’d been down for a nigga so long, what I looked like leaving her? She didn’t deserve that. I wanted to give her the world, and I knew she wanted me in her world.
We’d been sitting in the parking garage outside of our condo for a good thirty minutes. I looked at Mixie trying to figure out what to say. I wasn’t tryna tell Mixie the truth, but a nigga wasn’t a liar either.
“What, Mixie?”
“You like the bitch.” Mixie mugged the fuck outta my head. “You like that bitch, and I’m losing you to her!” Mixie screamed as she lunged across the armrest trying to dig her nails into my face.
I grabbed both of her arms by her wrist pushing her back into her side. Her back slammed into the passenger door. I wasn’t even tryna push her that hard, but her attacking me had me reacting on instinct. “Chill the fuck out!” I yelled, my voice echoing in my car.
“Nigga, fuck you! You’re gonna leave me, and you want me to sit here idly while you fall for the next bitch!”
“Shut yo dumb ass up. I’m not fuckin’ leavin’ you!”
“Then what the fuck do you call what you doing? You left me to go find that bitch! You’re putting her above me!” Mixie beat her chest dramatically.
“This shit complicated, but I’m not leavin’ you. On my mama. I promise I’m not going anywhere.” I softened my tone. I was in the wrong, and I didn’t want to fight with Mixie. Gripping Mixie’s chin between my fingers, I pulled her upper half of her body towards me, locking eyes with her. “You my rider, and it’ll never be a bitch alive that can take your place in my life. Just play yo position, and I’ma make sure you straight,” I said honestly, then tenderly kissed her lips.
Mixie acted like she wanted to resist at first then kissed me back. Pulling her head back, Mixie looked up at me. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this. I swear this is a one time thing. You can date Juniper while y’all have to be married. You can fuck her and all that other shit, but the day you divorce her, it’s a wrap. When we get married, it’s only going to be the two of us.”
I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling. Mixie had made my entire year. She was giving a nigga the green light to fuck with Juniper, and I didn’t have to worry about losing my bitch.
“Oh, yeah?” I had to play the shit off. I didn't want to seem too happy.
“Don’t get beside yourself. She better know I’m your main bitch. She’s a glorified side bitch because I’m allowing her tobe. I still don’t want you fucking that bitch in my house, and you better not fuck her raw either. I swear if you get that bitch pregnant, she’s not keeping no baby. I’m the only one that’s carrying your seeds. No other bitches either. Me and Juniper are the only bitches you fuckin’ with… Do you understand me?” Mixie went to mush me, but I smacked her hand down, giving her a warning with my eyes.
“I hear you. I got it.”
“Good. I want some dick. What you on?” Mixie asked me, running her tongue across her teeth, as she ran her hands down my chest. I leaned my seat back, allowing Mixie to unbuckle my belt.
When she freed my dick from my boxers, she maneuvered her body until she was straddling my lap. Pulling her panties to the side, she lined her pussy up, slowly seating herself on my dick. Mixie began to work her hips, and I smiled to myself. Two bitches… I could get used to this.
Chapter 15
Juniper Weaver
The Following Monday
“Hey, Juniper, umm… your husband wants to see you,” Mindy, one of the receptionists said, poking her head into the breakroom.
“Husband? When did you get married? Is that why you disappeared for a month?” Jamie asked from her seat across from me.
I didn’t even know why her ass was talking to me. Ever since I came I walked into work this morning, Jamie had been up my ass. We weren’t close before, we would talk here and there, but she was far from being considered a friend of mine. Nothing against her, she just wasn’t my type of female.
“Something like that,” I unenthusiastically answered her. I went to stand up to go out front. I didn't want Jamie in my business, especially not about Faheem. Knowing she fucked him made me not like her just because she’d been around him. I already had to deal with Mixie at home. I didn't need Jamie turning into another Mixie at work.
“What the fuck takin’ you so long?” Faheem’s lip turned up in a frown as he barged his way into the breakroom.
“Why are you back here? I was coming,” I said, getting annoyed. I could feel Jamie’s eyes burning a hole into my back.
“ ‘Cause yo ass takin’ too long, and these flowers makin’ me itch.”
I looked at the big bouquet that had at least seventy-five pink roses then back at his face. He extended the roses out for me to take, but I just stared at them unmoved. His little gesture was cute, and maybe I would have gushed over them if he hadn’t did that fuck shit he did over the weekend. I got Faheem didn’t owe me any loyalty, and it was clear where his loyalty lied. I just expected him to handle me better than he did. I wasn’t asking for him to run off into the sunset or even leave Mixie to be with me. I did, however, expect him to treat me like I was some fucking body and not just another bitch he wanted to fuck.
Which is why I ended up spending the entire weekend at Frankee’s. She had an extra bedroom she offered me. We had an entire girl’s weekend, got our hair, nails, and feet done. We went shopping and decided to have a slumber party with matching night clothes in beige, watching horror movies and drinking margaritas. We recovered Sunday by staying in bed all day. Frankee ended up cooking gumbo for us to eat. I could say I hadn’t enjoyed myself that much in a long time. I really didn’t want to go back to Faheem’s. Frankee’s house was neutral territory, and I thought about asking him if I could stay with her instead.
I doubt he would even care since he went the entire weekend without calling me. I don’t know why I kept setting myself up for failure when it came to Faheem. I mean, who did the shit he did at the club Friday night? To basically ghost me after eating my pussy twice in the same damn night. The nigga was sick in the fucking head if you asked me. Then his cocky ass had theaudacity to show up to my job with flowers like that was going to fix anything. I liked Faheem probably more than I should with everything we had going on. No matter how much I liked him, I refused to play the fool for him or any other nigga on this green earth.
