She sighed and rolled her eyes again. “And… You didn’t respond or come.”
“I have a girl…” I shot back, letting the words hang in the air.
“You’ve been having a girl this whole time you’ve been getting crack from me. That never stopped you from being in my house and lying in my bed.”
I nodded; she had me there.
“True,” I said, sitting down, getting comfortable. “You acting like me fuckin’ you from time to time was going to be a never-ending thing.”
“Oh, so you are sayin’ you got what you wanted from me?”
I chuckled a lil’ bit. “Girl, cut it out. I wanted your crack, and you wanted my dick.”
She tried to hide her laughter. “Well, you got what you wanted for free, I might add, plus some.”
She walked over to me and sat in my lap, kissing my neck like that was gonna change something.
“Well, now I don’t need your crack. Shit ain’t been hittin’ for a lil’ bit anyway, and as for fuckin’ you… I’m done with that shit too.”
She pulled back and looked at me with an attitude. “Why the fuck is it always your way? I’ve been craving you for a lil’ minute, you gonna leave me dry like this?”
I sighed. “Look, did you need me to make a drop or something?”
Trina rolled her eyes and started to unbutton my pants.
“You pull my dick out and suck it right now, you gonna taste all my girl juices.”
Trina stood up quick, pushing me in my chest.
“You gonna come to my house after you fucked that bitch! Gio, I’m so sick of your shit! Get the fuck outta my house!”
Before I could get a word out, she went on about how it had been two years, how I helped her, how she thought I would end up with her. I let her talk until her heart was content, rolling up and damn near ignoring her. She must have noticed because she finally stopped, and I made eye contact with her.
“You done?” I asked.
She sighed and didn’t say shit else.
“Well, let me use your bathroom real quick.”
Trina sucked her teeth. “You know where it’s at.”
I nodded, and with my duffel bag, I walked down her hallway, but instead of going to her bathroom, I went to where she kept her bricks: in her room, stacked up in a box at the bottom of her closet. I took all the bricks of crack she had, but then I felt bad and left the bitch two since I wouldn’t be payin’ her rent anymore.
I slid out of her room like I was never there, quickly went into the bathroom to flush the toilet, and headed back out to her sitting on the couch with a stank ass attitude on her face like it was gonna bother me.
“Are you ready to hear me out?” I asked as I sat back down.
I could tell she didn’t want to, but she nodded slow, standing in front of me.
“I want you to stop me if I’m wrong,” I said before I continued. “I got my crack from you because your daddy had some good shit. I fucked you so I could get my shit for free. Now, it ain’t my fault you fell in love with the dick. It is my fault that I kept giving it to you and spending some bread on you here and there. But baby girl, the day has to end. I was never leaving my girl for you.” I paused, thinking she was going to fire some comment back, but she just gave me a blank stare. “I have a new plug, and my girl is asking for some things that I should have been given her?—”
“What is that? A house? A baby?”
I laughed. “Actually, yeah, that is what she wants. And I be damned if I did that, still fuckin’ with you.”
I stood up, knowing there was nothing else for us to talk about. As I reached for her storm door, I felt her tug on my arm, and I looked back.
“I want the same,” she said softly. “I always thought you would choose me and give me the same.”