“I’ll bring that shit in the morning."
“No, I wanna take a shower tonight. I been at work all fucking day,” Juniper smartly said, standing up, placing her hands on her hips.
“I got soap in there to wash yo’ funky ass.”
“I need clean clothes to put on after I get done, dummy.”
“You better sleep naked or sleep in a towel.”
“Nasty ass tryna get a free peep show,” Juniper said under her breath. I heard her clearly though.
“I’ma see the shit eventually.” I shrugged my shoulders uncaringly.
“Fuck you.”
“Soon, Juniper,” I said, blowing a kiss at her.
***
“Right there, suck this dick.” A nigga was in his zone getting some of the best head I’d ever gotten. Ion know if it was the weed or the throat my dick was in, but a nigga was feeling good as fuck. Grabbing a handful of black hair, I pushed my dick deeper down her throat.
“Yeah, suck this shit. You finna make me buss all down yo throat. FUCK, JUNI- Ahhh… Shit.”
I started seeing stars and shit. The nut I busted was so damn big, I felt my soul leave my body. A nigga couldn’t even get up if I tried right now. My mutha fucking knees were knocking like I was a little bitch. It had been a minute since head had a nigga cumming that hard.
“Did you call me another bitch’s name?” Opening my eyes, I looked up at a naked Mixie scowling at me.
“You trippin’, bruh. I ain’t said shit but just don’t stop. You know how that shit be when I’m nuttin’, I’m liable to say anyfucking thing.” I lied so quick. I was really about to call Mixie Juniper.
“Better have. Get fucked up in here,” she said, twisting away to the bathroom to start our shower like we always did when we got done fucking.
Staring up at the ceiling, I chuckled to myself. I really almost got myself caught up over a bitch I hadn’t even fucked yet. Juniper had to be with the shit to knock me off my square the way she was. I definitely liked her feisty ass. I knew keeping her around meant trouble, but a nigga like me loved danger. I ran head first into that shit. Not being able to resist, I grabbed my phone off the end table. Scrolling to my camera app, I tapped on the camera where Juniper was. I told myself I was gonna give her some privacy and not watch the cameras. But I just needed one look at her, and I would be good. The smile that spread across my face as soon as she came into view. Juniper’s pretty ass was knocked out on top of the covers with her pretty round ass on full display. If that wasn’t a sign, I don’t know what was.
Juniper is finna be mine, and I don’t give a fuck who don’t like it.
Chapter 5
Juniper Weaver
A Few Days Later
This shit was crazy. I couldn’t believe I had really been fucking kidnaped and locked in this damn room for three… going on four days. That psychotic nigga would come in here like clock work waking me up at six in the damn morning to feed me, talk shit, then leave me here for five hours. He’d return and repeat the cycle three times a day. Most days I wanted to slap the shit out of Faheem whenever he’d brought his ass in here. He brought me clothes to change into the first morning I was here, thank God. Of course I was naked because I wasn’t about to go the entire night without taking a shower. Faheem’s stupid self woke me up by slapping me on my ass, talking about he wanted to make sure it was real by seeing it jiggle.
The way the nasty fucker looked at me wasn’t what pissed me off. Nope, it was my own reaction to the nasty shit that came out of his disgusting mouth. My pussy had theaudacityto getwet thinking about Faheem doing half the stuff he was talking about. A bitch even had a wet dream about the nigga that same night. I woke up horny as hell, and if there weren’t any cameras, I would have to rub one out. Then seeing him stroll in the next morning without a care in the world, I wanted to whoop his ass. I didn’t know if I was getting Stockholm syndrome or what, but I had to get the hell outta here before I did something I regretted.
The only thing to keep me busy were a few games that I had on my phone and the TV in this room. I was excited thinking I caught Faheem slipping when he didn’t bother taking my phone. The joke was on me. I didn't have any service in this glorified dungeon I was being kept in. By this point, I was going stir crazy sitting in this room doing nothing but thinking. I couldn’t wait until my parents popped back up. Both of them were going to get cussed out before I cut them off completely. Me being held hostage because of their bullshit was my real breaking point. They gave me no other choice but to be done with them. I would always have love for them because they brought me into this world. As far as having any type of contact with them, that was dead. I’d love them from far, far away and keep them in my prayers.
I hoped my parents reappeared before I had to go back to work, or I probably wouldn’t have a damn job. Not that I’d be distraught over losing my job. Finding another job as an x-ray tech wasn’t hard. I would miss the pay I got, which was more than most, and that made some of my other co-workers jealous. I was a hard worker, so what did they expect? I did initially think Angelo, one of the brothers who owned the practice, wanted to fuck me, because the pay he offered me was beyond what anyone in my field made. However, he assured me that wasn’t the case when I told him I couldn’t be bought. He actually kind of laughed at me when I said that. Ever since then, he’d alwayscrack jokes whenever he came into the office, which only added to the office gossip about me fucking him.
Another thing that was pissing me off was my car–it probably got towed by now. That annoyed me ‘cause my shit was paid all the way off. I was gonna have to pay an arm and a leg to get it outta tow. Just thinking about all the stuff I was going to have to deal with was blowing the fuck outta me. I didn’t know if I was more pissed at my parents or Faheem.
“You hungry?” I heard Faheem’s voice before I could see him. His tall, lean frame came strolling in.
One thing I noticed about Faheem was he wasn’t super flashy with how he dressed. It was clear he had more money than the average person. It was the subtle stuff like the Rolex on his wrist, the large square diamonds in his ears or the shoes that always looked brand new. The few times I’d seen him, he’d been dressed casually with nothing fancy aside from his jewelry.
Tonight was no different; he had on a simple light grey Nike Tech sweatsuit with matching Jordans on his feet. I could tell he’d smoked before he came in here. His normally chinky eyes were barely visible. His locs in a messy bun, a squared diamond earring in his left ear matching the one in his nose, Faheem was easily the finest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
This nigga being so fucking fine pissed me off.Why can’t he be a fat, fugly nigga?
