On the way home, I snickered to myself for half the ride. My life is really like a movie. I fucked that man in the kitchen of his restaurant, and I still didn’t think of him as more than a friend. It wasn’t bad, but nothing about it told my spirit that I needed to fuck him again. Not every interview gets a call back. This was the type of shit that I simply could not make up.
I already know Tyra is going to ask me how it went in the morning, thinking that I was going to tell her I had the night of my life. I had an earful for her. I’m going to bed.
Still in the friend zone,
The Heaux
September 22, 2021
The return of the damn devil.
I could barely sleep last night because I didn’t know at what hour my door was going to come flying off the hinges. Psycho was set to be released today, and I just know all hell is about to break loose. He hasn’t called my phone since I hung up and blocked him last month, and if I know him like I think I do, that’s not a good sign. That means he’s beyond talking and wants to communicate through actions.
My life has been so peaceful for the last four years, and I really didn’t want Psycho to come home and shake shit up. I spent the whole workday anxious. Especially after I logged on to one of my burner social media accounts and saw everyone from our hometown welcoming him home. I just hoped that he had enough sense not to bring his foolishness to my office.
I had been on edge all day, but I was starting to get hopeful once I made it to dinner time without a peep from him.
Then, while I was sitting at my parents’ home enjoying dinner, I got a call from my security.
“Boss Lady, you might want to come outside before Psycho gets shot. He’s here, and he said if you don’t come outside, he’s going to come inside.”
The words sent a cold chill up my spine. I closed my eyes and exhaled. I may not have taken a lot of things seriously, but Psycho was always one I did. He had no sense of when far was too far.
“Excuse me, you all, I have to take this call,” I said, excusing myself from the dinner table urgently like I had business to attend to.
I opened the door of my parents’ home, and my mouth literally dropped to the floor. This man was sitting on the hood of his car with a Draco, wearing the brightest smile, in the middle of an affluent neighborhood. My parents’ security team had their guns drawn, while mine just stood around looking dumbfounded.
“Guys, it’s okay,” I said through clenched teeth.
I walked up to the gate with an attitude, called him by his government name, and told him to get in the car.
That didn’t do anything but make him smile wider.
“Not until you kiss me.”
“I promise you, I’ll go back in the house right now and let my parents handle this however they see fit.” I threatened.
After a stare-down, he threw the gun in the backseat and sat behind the steering wheel. I opened the door and reluctantly got into the car with him.
“What’s up, ma? You're still pretty as fuck, give me a kiss.”
“PSYCHO!” I whined as he started driving away from the house.
“Stop acting like you don’t fucking miss me. You still love me. You’re just worried about what muhfuckas gone think about you if we’re together. I’m proud of you and your accomplishments, but I didn’t think you were going to say fuck us.”
“Boy, you’ve been gone for four years. There is no us. And stop driving so fucking fast! You already have a gun in the backseat as a felon on your first day out of prison.” The car lifted as he hit a speed bump, with no regard for it. “Uh uh, matter of fact, take me back to my parents’ house before my food gets co—”
He hit a U-turn so hard that I had to hold on to the center console so my head wouldn’t hit the window. I know he was getting agitated because he got frustrated over less. The way he could go from zero to a million, he needs to be medicated.
We drove in silence as he pulled up to my parents’ gate and stopped hard in front of it.
I went to open the door, and he grabbed me by my arm.
“You see this tattoo I got for you?” he asked as he lifted his head and displayed my first initial tattooed across his neck like he didn’t already have my full name shaded on his arm. “I’m not letting us go. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved for real, and I don’t give a fuck what you do for a living. You gotta figure that shit out, I’m home now.”
I exhaled after he spoke. He really wasn’t getting it.
Then his voice dropped low with that rasp that I’ve always found so attractive, and he rubbed his thumb against my arm.
