He kissed my cheek. “You.”
or some strange reason, Too Low didn’t call me that night. In the back of my mind, I was only slightly concerned, knowing that him not calling usually just meant that the
prison was on lockdown. Which occurred sporadically.
Frankly, guilt was kicking my ass, as I had to accept what I was doing. Incarcerated or not, I was cheating on my man. And this kind of thing didn’t happen between me and Too Low.
People around us often thought that we were weird. While most d-boys were womanizers, Too Low had never cheated to my knowledge. He preferred hanging with me, versus his boys. We did everything together.
So, staying committed was a no-brainer. I didn’t have to channel that get-back energy, because my man was in jail. There hadn’t been a reason to do so. And that’s why I didn’t understand my own actions, right then.
Was I that hard up for some dick that I’d let my sixteen-year relationship go up in flames? Furthermore, how did I resist temptation
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all this time, only to meet Face and immediately fold like a fucking lawn chair?
It made no sense. The Babi I knew myself to be would never go back to a nigga’s house after dinner, and let him sloppily lick on her pussy, while his kids were right down the hallway. And I surely wouldn’t let nobody cream pie my pussy several times. But that was what I’d let Face’s nasty ass do to me.
I hated that I liked how he felt inside of me. I didn’t get why I’d let him kiss me so intimately. All tongue. He was interlocking our fingers, as he rocked inside of me. We were sweaty. Hearts racing. While my toes curled.
This shit wasn’t right. And when the morning came, I was going to put some distance between us.
Face
Rolling over in bed, my eyes popped open. Glancing around, I quickly realized that I was in bed alone.
“Babi! Babi! Bring yo ass back to bed, man!” I shouted, ready to head back to sleep for a few more hours.
After sitting there for five minutes, I figured that she hadn’t heard me. So, I rolled out of bed, and grabbed some shorts to step into. Then I marched out of the room.
Room by room, I looked for her. Once I searched the first floor, I decided to check the cameras. I saw that her truck was gone, which means that her ass had left.
I sucked my teeth. “The fuck is she on?”
“Man, where you at? This nigga is trying to spend sixty racks, as we speak,” Dice, my right hand, rambled over the phone.
I glanced at the apartment building that I was parked outside of and sighed. “I’m in The Ghettos.”
“Nigga,forwhat?”
I sighed, while wondering the same damn thing. I had just been fucking Babi for a few days. We hardly knew each other, and the player thing to do would’ve been to give her some space. And if she wanted to go home, then I should let her.
I told myself that I wasn’t into forcing my will on nobody. I’d let her breathe. And that sentiment lasted for about two hours. Then I hopped in my truck, and headed to Acres Homes, before I could even mentally process what I was doing.
I had it fucking bad, and now knew exactly how "ends felt. The way that I was craving Babi was unreal. Her whole aura had me going, and I needed another dose.
It was frustrating to deal with somebody who was fighting against the natural order of things. I could tell that she wanted to do right by her nigga. And ordinarily I wasn’t the man to kill the
next one’s dreams. But Babi was different. I could literally feel it, and just needed her to understand that too.
“I came to holler at ole girl,” I admitted. “The Babi broad?”
“Yeah.”
“Nigga, you tripping. I been asking around. Everybody keeps saying the same thing. She aint leaving Too Low. So, if you gotta chase her, then hang that shit up. Cause you’ll be going in circles. She’s stamped. Belongs to another man.”
“Look, I hear you. You aint saying nothing wrong. But you know me. I want what I want.”
