“They got jobs.” She ignored my no.
“No,” I repeated again.
“They own property.” She smirked.
“Still no.”
“They not weird.” She frowned.
“That’s suspicious already.” I rolled my eyes.
Keisha’s laugh bounced off the stockroom walls.
“You are so dramatic.” She giggled.
“I’m busy,” I retorted.
“More like you lonely.” Her giggle turned into a dry laugh.
“I’m peaceful,” I stated proudly.
“You stressed.” She shrugged both shoulders.
“Nah.” I shook my head. “I’m responsible.”
“And sexually frustrated,” she added for great measure, further pissing me off.
I gritted my teeth and just stared at her hard.
“Keisha,” I warned.
“What?!” She squealed loudly, stomping her feet.
“You need to get laid! It’s been too long, and it shows every day…always snappy around this bitch and uptight like ya panties permanently keistered up that big ass donkey booty.”
I almost dropped the bottle in my hand.
“I swear you are insane…I’m not about to sit here and discuss my pussy with you.” I set the bottle on the bottom shelf then leaned my elbow against it, facing Keisha all the way now.
“I’m just being honest. I know you don’t want to hear this—”
“Then don’t say it, you already working my nerves in this stuffy ass room when you supposed to be helping me put up all this shit.” I cut her off.
“Fuck it.” She waved her hand like she was done with the conversation which pleased me.
“I’m gon’ say the shit anyway,” she continued.
I shut my eyes and counted down from five because I knew Keisha was about to say some shit that would most likely make my stomach churn.
“You were lighter on your feet when you were entertaining Derrick three years ago… Obviously he was laying good pipe and making you feel—”
“First of all, I did the fucking with Derrick.” I cut her off again.
“His dick was decent, and I got to cum whenever I was in control of things. Second, he didn’t make me feel shit but regret, I keep telling you to stop bringing that nigga up, he’s the past for a damn reason.”
I could visibly see Keisha recoil at my hissed-out words.
“Don’t let no man show or tell you more than once that he doesn’t want you how you want him.” I snapped my fingers, hoping to snap some sense into her dick-crazed ass.