“Give me a good reason why we can’t fuck around, and I’ll let you stay at Frankee’s. I’ll keep my distance and all that other shit you said.”
“You have a girlfriend.” I made theduh face.Was he being serious or fucking with me?
“She don’t give a fuck. She actually told me I can fuck with you as long as you know your place.”
“Bullshit,” I called his bluff. There was no way any female on this planet would give her nigga permission to deal with another female.
“I can call her. What I gotta lie for.”
“This entire situation is crazy as hell,” I said, shaking my head, looking off towards the side.
If Mixie really gave him the green light to mess with me, she was sicker than he was. Wasn’t a man on this earth that could convince me to do no shit like that. My situation with Faheem was hard enough to deal with as is. I didn’t like sharing my niggas whether we were together officially or not. At first, I didn’t care because I didn’t like him. He was her nigga, and I was cool with being the fake wife. Even after the first time he fingered me, I still didn’t care ‘cause it wasn’t that deep with us. Once we really started kicking it, and I got to see different sides of Faheem, things changed, and my feelings started to grow.
No matter how many times I told myself not to get too invested, it was hard not to. When it was the two of us, it was like there was nothing else in our world. Faheem got me without me having to explain myself. When I told him about my love for nature, he didn’t crack jokes like most of the niggas I knew. He didn’t laugh when I talked about camping or going on hikes. He made plans with me to do what I loved. Faheem might have been a nigga in the streets, but he paid attention to the little things. I was gone too far before I had the chance to stop myself. I’d never been the type of female who fell fast for niggas, butFaheem had me second guessing myself in a month. He had me going against everything I stood for. I didn’t fuck with niggas that had girlfriends, but for him, I pretended Mixie didn’t exist. That made it possible for me to rationalize liking him as much as I did.
I literally battled myself some days having to be in the same house as Faheem and Mixie. The more time I spent with Faheem, the more I wanted to beat Mixie’s ass ‘cause it felt like she was fucking my nigga. My only saving grace with them was they weren’t super affectionate with each other, at least not around me. I think I would go crazy if I had to see them be all over each other. Clearly that wasn’t me being logical, but that’s how I knew I needed space between us. How Mixie could tell Faheem he could be with another female was something I never wanted to understand.
“It’s not. You thinkin’ too hard in that big ass head of yours. It’s alright to go with what feels good sometimes.”
“That don’t work for me. I already can see how all of this is going to end, and I’ma get the short end of the stick, while you and Mixie ride off into the sunset. I’ll pass.” I didn’t want to look him in the eyes. Instead, I focused on pouring me another glass of wine. I hated that he was bringing my vulnerable side out. “We had our fun. Now it’s time to end it before shit goes too far,” I said, finally looking in his chinky midnight eyes.I shouldn't have looked at him.
“So, basically, fuck how I feel?” Faheem leaned back in his chair balancing himself on one leg of the chair. His eyes held a strange look of sincerity in them as they roamed my face. A warm feeling pooled in my chest.
Taking a big drink of my wine, I needed my liquid courage. “Pretty much when it comes to my feelings. All this extra stuff. I didn’t ask for it.”
“You act like I did. A nigga didn’t expect shit to get like this between us. I was content with my bitch. You wanna act like you the only mutha fucka that’s being affected. I didn’t go in this thinkin’ I was finna start likin’ yo big-headed, wanna-be-fat ass the way I do. All I wanted was some pussy. I done fucked around and caught feelings and shit.” Faheem chuckled in disbelief while shaking his head at me. “Unlike yo ass, I’m not scared. I know what we got to lose, and shit, I still wanna fuck with you. However this shit turns out, I don’t want to look back and regret walkin’ away when we shoulda stayed.”
Hearing Faheem admit he’d grown feelings for me pulled at my heart, and I hated that for me. I had a soft spot for his ass, and it had just grown twice as big. I really didn’t think Faheem gave a fuck honestly. Why would he? I wasn’t finna hype myself like I was special when I could have been just another ho’ he wanted to fuck.
Exhaling deeply, I pulled my eyes back to his. “You can’t have both of us forever. I’ma get to a point where it’s going to become too much.” I hated in this moment I was weak for Faheem. I wasn’t in the space to be able to tell him no.
Faheem bit his lips sensually, he nodded his head at me in understanding with a silly grin he leaned his chair back on the back two legs. He stood up making his way to my side of the table then he pulled my chair out to face him. He squatted down in front of me.
“When it do, let a nigga know, and we can go from there. I’m not ready to let go of you yet.” He ran his hand down the side of my face.
“I hear you. But I’m not finna just let you treat me any type of way either. Mixie yo girl or whatever, and that’s fine. I don’t expect you to do everything you do for her for me, but you gonna treat me like I mean something to you. That canceling on me at the last minute… Do that again, it’s a wrap. I’ll disappearon you and won’t come back until it’s time for us to get divorced.” I might have been putting on, but as long as Faheem believed me…
“I hear you. That shit was fucked up, and a nigga sorry. Can I make it up to you?” Faheem asked with a sneaky smile.
“How you gonna do that?” I asked, running my hands through his locs.
“Ion know why you playin’ crazy. I wanna eat this pussy. You got me addicted to lickin’ on this pussy. I be dreamin’ about eatin’ this juicy mutha fucka. I damn near wanted to get a picture of the pussy tatted on my chest, but I don’t want another nigga seeing how pretty she is.” Faheem gave me a playful smirk.
“Fahe— what are you doing?” I shrieked, caught off guard by his hands that he’d snuck under my dress tugging at my panties.
“What you talkin’ about?” Faheem asked with a straight face, all the while forcing my panties off my body. I looked at him shocked because he was able to get my panties off.
“Faheem, you not eating my pussy,” I told him, trying to be serious. He wasn’t stunting me. He was too busy bunching the skirt of my dress around my waist.
“There she go,” Faheem said, biting his bottom lip, eyeing my exposed pussy.
Standing up, my pussy was eye level with Faheem’s face. I could feel his warm breath on my pussy. I tried to side step him, but his arm quickly wrapped around my waist. “Where the fuck you going?” he said, then I felt his warm lips connecting with my pussy.
My body shuddered from the warmth of his kisses. Running his tongue along my folds, he teased my clit. “Waiiit…” I moaned, trying to get his attention.
As much as I loved how good Faheem gave head, I didn't want that. I wanted to be fucked. I hadn’t had dick in forever, and I was tired of Faheem teasing me with his mouth.
Pulling him back by his dreads, he looked at me with an annoyed grimace. “Do you have a condom?” I wasn’t dick crazy, and just because I was going along with this delusional shit or whatever you wanted to call it, I wasn’t going to be dumber than I had to be. Getting pregnant by Faheem wasn’t on my to do list.
