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“Next time I’m paying, and I don’t care what you say,” Solana sassily joked as I held the door to B&B open for her to walk in.
The car ride back wasn’t eventful, just ideal conversations between the two of us. I had to fight the weirdest feeling in the world off. I found myself thinking I was finna miss spending time with Solana, but I had to be tripping cause there was no way she had me missing her already.
“You not payin’ fa’ shit. Go on with that dumb ass…” I stopped talking when I noticed all eyes were on us.
By all eyes I meant Mikael and Fallon and I thought it was weird how close the two of them were standing. Mikael had hisback leaned against the main counter area that separated our desk from the rest of the office. Fallon was leaning in this nigga’s face like she was about to kiss him. If I didn’t trust my brother as much as I, did I would have thought something was going on between the two of them. Mikael and Fallon shared a look, and he gave her a taunting smirk. Then she turned her eyes on me they quickly filled with rage as her eyes darted from Solana, then back to me.
“I know this isn’t that same poor bitch from the store a few months back?” Fallon squinted her eyes looking at Solana. I heard the sharp breath Solana took and her body tensed up.
“My name is Solana and I’ve never been poor baby girl. Down on my luck maybe but poor never.” Solana calmly responded to Fallon, who continued to shoot daggers at Solana with her eyes.
“Bitch, I don’t care what ya name is when you walk in here cackling with my fiancé like that shit is okay.” Fallon said, turning all the way around with her belly protruding.
“Watch ya mouth Fallon,” The only reason I was checking Fallon was because she was coming at Solana sideways when she had no reason to. I was her nigga if she had an issue, she shouldn’t have come at me reckless. “Solana works here and she ain’t on no bullshit. You can chill with the disrespectful shit.”
“Disrespect? You can’t be serious. Nigga let me walk in here laughing with another nigga and see how you fucking react.” Fallon yelled, getting herself worked up for no reason.
I knew how I would react if I saw Fallon with another nigga. However, her ass wasn’t ready to hear that truth. So, I didn’t bother answering her. My focus went to getting her under control before she put herself in the fucking hospital. Fallon might have played prissy, but when she got made, she could be ignorant as fuck. She wouldn’t give a fuck if she was pregnant or not. I was in no mood to deal with her bullshit today and not in my shop. I looked over at Mikael, who was silent watchinglooking like he was amused. I didn’t know what he was on, but I was finna see where his head was at later.
“Come talk to me in my office.” I said walking over to Fallon as I grabbed her by her arm, not rough but enough to pull her along with me. I heard Mikael talking to Solana and that annoyed me for whatever reason. Making me want to get this fucking conversation over with.
Once we were inside of the office, I shut the door then turned resting my back on the shut door. “What the fuck is ya problem?”
“My problem is you cackling with that homeless bitch like you single. Did you forget you have a fucking family and a baby on the way?” Fallon dramatically pointed to her stomach.
“Chill out. Solana works here and it ain’t like that between us. We got lunch together and that’s it.”
“I don’t give a fuck. You not single you shouldn’t be going nowhere with any bitch but me,” She said using her index finger to point to her chest.
“As long as I respect you and our relationship, I can do what the fuck I want to do. You not my mama Fallon.” I calmly responded to her.
I hated when a muthafucka tried to tell me what I could and could not do. She knew that shit too. I wasn’t the overly jealous nigga who didn’t want his bitch interacting with other niggas. As long as my bitch didn’t overstep or do too much, I was cool. I expected the same in return when it came to my interactions. Dealing with the opposite gender was inevitable. I wasn't finna limit myself because of insecurities.
“I don’t want to be that crazy bitch either!” She yelled her chest huffing and puff.
“You wanna piss me off huh? Call my mama out her name again and I bet you won’t have to worry about me fuckin’ with nan other bitch.”
“Wooow, so you threating to leave me cause I called your mama outta her name?” Fallon asked in disbelief, but she was aware I didn’t play about my mama. Under no circumstance did I ever let her think she could play on my mama’s top. Not when I was around.
“Just cause you don’t fuck yours don’t mean you finna disrespect mine.”
“This is bullshit. How you get caught up yet I’m the one being threatened to get left?”
Licking my lips, I took a deep breath. The sad look on Fallon’s face I wanted to say I felt a pull in my heart to be lenient on her. Or some shit about my love for her overpowering my anger towards her, but I couldn’t say it and mean it. That spark that muthafuckas spoke about when they saw their partners. Yeah, that was never the case for Fallon and me. I had love for her because she’d birthed two about to be three of my seeds and off the strength of her being a part of my life for so long. I cared for her but the undying love that burned a nigga soul to its core wasn’t there. I couldn’t speak to how she felt for me, but I knew on my end the love wasn’t that deep for me.
Forreal it could have been me who was fucked up. I wasn’t even sure if love really existed. Too much shit would be done by people who swore up and down they were with their soulmates. In my head if I loved a bitch so much, I would never be able to look at another bitch, but niggas cheated on the bitches they claimed they loved for sport. A nigga could have the bitch of their dreams at home but be willing to risk losing it over pussy. Bitches weren’t any better. They’d be on the same shit as a nigga all the while screaming, they loved their nigga. Nothing about those situations seemed like real love more like toxic ass attachments. I was cool on all that goofy shit. I would be single before I let my life turn into chaos over a finicky ass feeling like love.
“This ain’t even that deep. Chill with the disrespect.” I let out a long sigh; I wasn’t in the mood to keep going back and forth about this. A nigga was feelin’ good today, and I wanted to keep it that way.
“Okay, that fine and all. But Ion care for thatgirlworking here. You don’t know nothing about her or what she got going on…”
“Solana straight. She been gettin’ shit in order around here. I’m not letting her go cause you in ya feelins about nothin’.”
“So…so…so…fuck how I feel?”
“You said that shit not me. I’m just telling you what it’s finna be. You ain’t gotta be around Solana. You barely come here. Speaking of, why are you here?”