"Finger fuck her pussy too. You gotta eat it like you love it, nigga. Eat it like you'll never see that shit again. Eat that pussy 'cuz it belongs to you," I encouraged him.
"Like this?" he asked once he pulled back after doing like I taught him.
"Yeah, you got it."
I'd already given them their money's worth and his wife was trembling—screaming to the top of her fucking lungs. My job was done and they didn't need me anymore.
Unlike them, I had some unfinished business to handle.
After ending the call, I shut my iMac off and stood up from my chair only to see unfinished business standing in the doorway.
"So people pay you to do crazy shit too, huh?"
"You have no idea," I muttered as I walked past her.
The sound of her footsteps pattered against the tile behind me.
"I came here to talk," she blurted out as I sat down on my couch. I'd already walked over to my television stand to grab my weed, swishers, and weed tray so I could roll up.
"Then talk. It don't mean I have to listen to yo ass," I muttered as I crushed up my weed.“How the fuck you get my address anyway?”
Rolling her eyes, she plopped down on the couch beside me, giving me a whiff of that fucking perfume that she knew drove me fucking crazy.“From the roses you got sent to my home. Your address was on the return section.”
The last thing I was expecting was for her to pull up. That's what I'm calling her—"fine shit is way too cute for a thug." Sia wasn't shit but a baby version of me, doing shit that I'd do—pulling up on a nigga like ain't shit went down between us.
I was expecting to see her pretty ass when I opened my door, but who else was it gonna be? I don't invite niggas to my house, and I for damn sure ain't having a bitch shack up. Macy and I only made content together, and from the looks of it, that was cut slim because after she exposed her feelings a while ago about dipping out of the industry, nothing else was said between us, and I wasn't reaching out to see where her head was at to convince her otherwise.
The last thing on my mind was another bitch when Sia pulled up looking fine as shit and smelling good. I'd be low down if I sent her goofy ass home in the rain, but I sure as hell wanted to.
My eyes stayed focused on the television that was on low as I rolled my blunt. It held my attention until Sia reached for the remote and shut it off, making me cut my eyes over at her.
Shaking my head, I chuckled with my mouth closed. "You ain't shit."
Sia parted her mouth to speak, but the thunder roared outside, damn near scaring her.
"I left right after you did. I didn't even stay," she mumbled, and I knew what she was referring to.
"How many times you gon' say that shit?"
She swatted at the blunt with her face scrunched up. "Don't smoke that shit around me. I don't like the smell."
"Mane," I clicked my teeth and frowned in deep irritation. "How the fuck you gon' walk yo ass in here and start demanding shit, like you pay bills in this mu'fucka?!" I said, placing the weed grinder on the end table. "Fuck you feeling like?"
"Thank you," she smiled, seeing that I placed it down.
"I need something to be dealing with yo ass."
"I can admit how it looked, but it wasn't like that, Dose."
Shaking my head, I sat upright with my elbows touching my knees, making her scoot closer to me like that was her cue.
"I already know you a groupie hoe. You ain't got to convince me, love."
Playfully, she hit me upside the head. "I have this way of thinking that men will hurt you if you let them."
"We already had this conversation," I uttered nonchalantly as I looked ahead. My reflection from the television stared back at me. "Why you keep thinking negative and doing shit that ain't even in yo character? Have I hurt you? You think I'll try this hard to show you that I want to be with you just to be yo fuck boy? Pussy ain't hard to come by, love. You know that? Let me prove myself to you, and then we can talk about the other shit later. All thisThink Like A Manshit ain't doing nothing but turning me off."
"That's how it goes though. Tell me I'm lying? Y'all chase a woman down for years just to end up hurting her. That's whatSafaree did to Erica Mena. I've already put it in my head that if I don't catch feelings?—"