Page 12 of Bern and Isley (D-Ville Projects #5)
Bern
I turned up the shot glass and allowed the liquid spirit to burn my throat. I wasn’t a heavy drinker, but I planned to drown in liquor. In an effort to drink responsibly, I didn’t even drive to the bar. I used ridesharing because the goal was to get fucked up.
“Nigga, that’s your fourth shot,” Antwan said. “What the fuck got you drinking like a fish?”
“I just wanted to get out of the house,” I lied.
The last thing I wanted to admit was that I was stressed because Isley could be pregnant.
Telling Antwan and Theo that meant also confessing that my love for Isley was more than a friendship love.
It was a romantic love. The googly eyes type love that Isley liked seeing in those chick flicks she forced me to watch.
Theo eyed me suspiciously. “Nigga lyin’ like a muthafucka. What’s going on, cuz? Everything cool with the carwash and shit, right?”
“Business is fine. Shit, it’s only been a week and I’ve made a smooth thirty-five hundred dollars. And that was with one of my vacuums being down.”
“Damn, that’s what’s up,” Antwan replied, taking a bite of the hot wings he’d ordered.
“Well, shit. Drinks on you, right?” Theo asked.
“Yeah, I got it.,” I answered.
My phone vibrated. It was Unique’s worrisome ass. With me being four shots in, I decided to entertain her for a little bit.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Wow, I can’t believe you answered the phone.”
“What do you want?”
“I miss you, Bern… you don’t miss me?”
“Not really,” I admitted.
“Well, that’s fucked up. You meant to tell me you don’t miss me licking and sucking that big dick of yours?”
“I guess I do miss that part.”
“Why don’t you let me come over and suck your soul out?”
My dick instantly bricked up. The liquor mixed with my depressive state was a bad combination. A sure recipe for regret.
“I’m at the Hef’s Palace right now. Can you pick me up from here in thirty minutes?”
“Where your car at?”
“Home. I didn’t drive it because I knew I wanted to get fucked up. Stop questioning me. Either you gon’ pick me up or not.”
“Okay, okay… yeah I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
I ended the call and looked up to see both of my boys shaking their heads in judgment.
“What? A nigga got needs. This my last time fucking with her for real.”
“Mmhmm. Sure,” Theo replied. “Make sure you wrap up. Real talk.”
“Trust me, I might be a little tipsy. But I don’t play about strapping up,” I assured them.
“Nigga rather lay up with a bop instead of taking a chance with the baddest chick in D-Ville Projects.”
“If only y’all knew how complicated shit is,” I blurted out.
“That lame ass dude of hers isn’t a complication. All you have to do is pour your heart out. I would bet my whole paycheck that Isley feels the same way as you. She’s just waiting for you to speak on it.”
“I agree with what Antwan said.” Theo shrugged.
If they only knew how close I’d been to confessing my feelings until I realized that she could possibly be carrying another nigga’s baby.
Even though she told me that they’d broken up, her being pregnant meant being attached to that sorry ass dude for a lifetime.
She could even consider reconciling for the sake of the child. There were too many uncertainties.
“Damn, Nique.. fuck,” I moaned as she swallowed my dick whole.
She didn’t even bother pulling out of the parking lot before she snatched my dick out of my pants.
My head fell back on the headrest of the passenger seat as Unique committed to her promise of sucking my soul out.
Her head bobbed up and down rapidly as her mouth stretched to its full capacity, taking all of me in.
Slurping and smacking sounds filled the car.
The warmth of her mouth and the extreme suction of her jaws damn near had me seeing stars. Her oral skills were chef’s kiss.
“Ooh shit, you about to make me nut,” I mumbled, which only encouraged Nique to speed up her sucking and simultaneous jerking. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Damn, Isley.”
I began to shoot my load and Unique popped her head up with a glare in her eyes.
“What the fuck you just call me?”
“Huh?” I asked, lost in an orgasmic daze.
“Nigga, I heard you call me that bitch name!”
“What are you talking about?”
“You called me Isley’s name! Are you playing in my fuckin’ face?” She reared back and slapped me across my face.
The stinging helped sober me some. “That’s my bad. Damn. It must be the liquor.”
I rubbed my face as I mugged Unique.
“I knew it! I knew you were fucking her,” she accused with a shaky voice. Tears poured from her eyes as she raised her hand to strike me again. I snatched her hand and squeezed it firmly.
“Alright, you got your free lick. Don’t press your fuckin’ luck,” I warned. “I have never touched Isley in any kind of way. I have no reason to lie to you because you and I are not together.” I released her hand and adjusted my clothes.
“Get out of my fuckin’ car, bitch,” she spat. “I fuckin’ hate you, Bern. Go to hell!”
My jaw clenched. I knew she was pissed but I wasn’t going to be too many more bitches. I unlocked the door and exited the vehicle. I couldn’t even be salty at Unique’s reaction. I knew I had to deal with my feelings for Isley really soon.