“Yeah,” Lamelle nodded his head in agreement then shrugged his shoulders. “Welp, it’s your loss. I know I was the best man you’ve ever dated, and I would have made an honest woman out of you.”
“Excuse the fuck outta me?” I reared my head back cause this nigga had me fucked up. If he thought he was the best man I ever had he was sadly mistaken. He didn’t even come close to it.
No other man had come close to measuring up to Mikael when we were together. Although we were young Mikael set my standards so high when it came to dating it was impossible for anybody to impress me unless they were coming like Mikael. When we were good we were amazing. Mikael did for me without me having to ask for it. If I mentioned wanting something he’d make sure I got it. He listened to my dreams, my fears and everything in between with no judgement. He encouraged me to go after my heart's desires no matter how crazy they were, and I knew with his support I could have anything I wanted. Before he got locked up Mikael made sure my first of tuition was paid off in full and I knew if he was out I wouldn’t have to worry about expenses for school. The more I thought about how good Mikael was to me the more I regretted my actions. I was young and the thought of being someone’s mom scared the hell out of me. Yeah, Mikael made me fearless when he was there but the fact that he wasn’t going to be physically there with us, sent me spiraling. I was struggling to figure out how I was going to makeit without Mikael for ten years. I couldn’t fathom bringing a baby into that uncertainty. If only I could go back and change my decision.
“I’m just saying. You haven’t had the best track record when it comes to dating.”
“Alright,” I said standing up from my couch, fake stretching, and yawing. “I’m getting tired. I think it’s time for you to head home. You don’t need to be on the road super late.” I said folding my arms across my chest and giving him a hard glare. Lamelle had worn out his welcome. I was beyond over him. I probably wouldn’t talk to him for a long ass time after this.
“Huh? Iii thought I was staying the night?” Lamelle stuttered looking up at me cluelessly.
“No, I’m not up for company. I’m not feeling too well. My boyfriend just broke up with me,” I sarcastically replied, rolling my eyes.
“Don’t be a smart ass,” Lamelle sassily replied and I cut my eyes at him.
Knock, Knock
Hearing someone beating on my door, I looked over my shoulder wondering who was beating on my door. Yanna was working, so I knew it wasn’t here and I talked to my mom earlier and she hadn’t mentioned coming over.
“You expecting somebody?” Lamelle eyed me suspiciously.
“Nope,” I replied smartly, waving him off as I went to go answer my door again.
Snatching my door open ready to lay into whoever thought it was okay to bang on my door like they were the police. My words instantly got stuck in my throat as I looked at a smirking Mikael. As always he looked good as fuck, his warm, milk chocolate skin was glowing, his hair looked freshly line up, his waves crisp, two diamond chains hung from his thick heavilytattooed neck resting on his Black V-neck shirt the clung to his arms and chest. His dark denim jeans slightly hung from his body with a Black Gucci logo belt and Black Jordan’s on his feet. Mikael looked like a walking thugged out sex icon.
“You finna keep staring at me like you want some dick? Or you gone invite me in so I can give you some dick?” He cockily questioned with an eyebrow arched up curiously.
“W-w-what?” I got tongue tied as I contemplated his offer. My pussy tingled thinking about how good Mikael used to fuck me. “What are you doing here?” I was finally able to ask.
“I just told you. We finna get this shit out the way. I wanna fuck you and you wanna fuck me. It’s gonna happen eventually why delay the shit. I know the pussy still hittin’,” Mikael smirked as he lifted the front on my shirt. His eyes zeroing in on my pussy print and he lewdly licked his lips.
I couldn’t stop my pussy from getting turned on if I wanted to. The look in Mikael’s eyes was turning me on. Caught up in his lustful gaze I snapped out of it when I heard Lamelle clear his throat from behind me. Mikael and me both looked at Lamelle, standing there looking like a woman scorned.
“Zaylee, I thought you weren’t expecting anybody this evening?” Lamelle sounded like he had an attitude as he looked only at me. He refused to look at Mikael.
“And I said I was-”
“Shut the fuck up,” Mikael barked cutting me off and I looked at him shocked and confused. “Don’t explain ya mutha fuckin’ self to anther nigga while you in front of me. That nigga gotta problem with me bein’ here he can address me.”
“Don’t tell me to shut up,” I angrily said, focusing back on Mikael. I don’t know who the fuck he thought he was talking to, but it wasn’t me.
“The fuck you finna do about it?” He replied with a mug on his face as his heated gaze ran over the length of my body then settled back on my face.
“Stop playing with me like you don’t know I won’t slap the fuck outta ya dumb ass.” I gritted out walking up into Mikael’s personal space. He might have scared everybody else, but he didn’t move me.
“You big and bad tonight? You must be tryna show out for ya little friend,” Mikael taunted, reminding me about Lamelle who’d I easily forgotten.
“I don’t have to show out…”
“I’m her boyfriend actually,” Lamelle said, raising his voice causing me to look over my shoulder giving him a dirty look. Now he was my boyfriend again, over my dead damn body.
“Nigg-” I started to say but was cut off by Mikael’s sarcastic words.
“Oh yeah? Zaylee ya bitch?” Mikael had an amused grin on his face.
“Don’t call her a bitch,” Lamelle said, sounding more confident in his words.
“Mikael now isn’t a good time,” I sighed, stepping back from Mikael. I was ready for both of these niggas to be gone.