Page 100 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

“Nah,” I responded.

“Hmm.” Her finger drummed against the countertop.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t believe me?”

She didn’t bother to respond right away.

“You don’t believe me?” I repeated myself.

“Honestly? No, I don’t. And it’s not even just her in question. Both Carla and Zenobia are giving me a vibe that you’re still sexually involved with both of them. I’ve been trying to ignore Zenobia, but the way she interacts with you in person lets me know you’re doing more than just co-parenting. But who am I to complain about that?” She chuckled. “I’m only here for a good time, not a long time. Plus, I meant what I said about sharing dick.”

That statement made me chuckle because who the hell was she talking to? The beast in me wasn’t feeling that shit. It was disrespectful.

“You’re with me for a good time and not a long time?” I repeated with a chuckle. “Is that right?”

“I don’t have time for the drama, Ethan. I have my own shit I’m dealing with and you know that. I don’t need to add anything else to my plate. So, yeah, that’s right. You act like you don’t have your own shit going on outside of me.”

“I don’t.” I glanced at her with a frown.

“Yeah, okay.” She chuckled. “You have bitches poppin’ up at your house at random times. It’s definitely obvious that Zenobia still wants to be with you. Even a blind man can see that bullshit.”

Her attitude was evident, and her sassy ass mouth had me looking at her through squinted eyes.

“Nobody is randomly poppin’ up over here. But let's go ahead and address the issue. Let's take Carla out of the picture because she’s just a piece of pussy that holds no value to me. But you’re either intimidated, or you’re jealous of Zenobia. Which one is it?”

“Fuck you! Are you crazy?” she hissed. “I’ll never be intimidated or jealous of no bitch because of any nigga walking this Earth. I’d rather be completely single before I allow that to happen. You got me fucked up, Ethan. I’ll end all this shit before I let you think some shit like that.” She gave me a salty look.

“Word?” I faked a smile.

“Yeah, word,” she said, sarcastically before pushing past me.

I caught her arm and pushed her against the counter.

“Who you talking to, Amore?”

“We’re the only two standing here. I’m not talking to myself,” she sassed.

She was giving me too much attitude, and I knew exactly how to shut all that shit down. I didn’t bother to say anything else to her as I snatched her by the elbow. We headed straight down the breezeway to the play house.

“Ethan—”

“Stop talking.” I demanded.

I felt her resist a little bit as I pulled her inside and placed her right in front of my fuck bench.

“Take your clothes off and get your ass up there.”

“I’m not getting up there.” She refused.

“No?” I tilted my head.

“You can’t punish me for speaking on how I feel.” She pouted.

“That’s what you call yourself doing? Because all that shit could’ve been said, minus the attitude you were giving me. I told you, Amore, you wanna behave like a big girl, then you take what comes along with it. You watch how you talk to me. Now, get yo’ ass up here,” I demanded.

“But, E⁠—”

“Shh!” I held my hand up. “I don’t want to hear it. You have a nasty ass attitude right now, and I’m not feeling that it. All I hear you doing is accusing me of shit and doubting the relationship we’re supposed to be building.” I towered over her.