Page 1 of Bricked Up
“ U h-uh! Not today, Satan.” Zia shook her head as she squeezed her steering wheel in frustration.
She’d just pulled up to the rear entrance of her shop when she saw that Cedric Bell, the owner of the Box of Bagels store next door to her, and who also doubled as the landlord of the complex, had blocked her from parking and entering her store when he had plenty of space to park at his own back door.
After enduring Cedric’s shit for the last few months, some bullshit that he’d just suddenly begun doing out of the blue, she was so fucking over it.
Before his acts of ignorance, the last six years she’d been in business were good.
As of this day, though, Zia had officially had enough and was all out of polite behavior.
Especially on this sweltering ass beginning of May evening.
“Not tuh muthafuckin’ day. This nigga done fucking disregarded me for the last time. ”
Starting the truck with the set of keys he left in the ignition, she drove the vehicle over to his door, parked it, pulled out her pocketknife, and began slashing up the driver’s seat.
Zia then climbed out and repeated the same action on the passenger seat.
She sliced the words ‘bitch nigga’ into the leather of the steering wheel, then she got out and did the same to the back seat.
She knew Cedric would try and evict her after this but between blocking her door purposely, the nonstop slick and lewd comments about her ass and thighs, insinuating that she wasn’t getting enough dick, and implying how much she’d lose her stank attitude if she’d got her pussy licked more often, she’d sue the nigga’s dick and balls off if he tried that bullshit.
Satisfied once she was done with her handiwork, she cut long, deep slashes into the tires and was in the middle of carving, ‘nut guzzler’ on the passenger side door, when the door to Box of Bagels opened behind her.
But she refused to turn around to acknowledge Cedric’s presence until every letter of the insult was carved into his door.
“Yeah nigga, you thought you was gon’ keep playing in my face. Well, you thought wrong, bitch. ‘Cause the only time I allow a nigga to play in my face is when he’s nutting in it. So, fuck you and your milk-dud-shaped head and?—”
“And what, big booty? Gon’ head and get all that crazy up out ya system. I see you still got that fucked up temper, Zia. I see vandalism is your thing now, huh?”
Startled, Zia stood up and whipped around so fast, she dropped her knife and almost lost her footing.
“Aye, careful now,” The sexy bastard urged as he readied himself to catch her if need be. “Wouldn’t want ya gorgeous ass to injure yourself before you can pay to get this shit fixed.”
“S—Saadiq, what the hell are you doing here?” Zia nearly whispered as she came face to face with the nigga who almost scared her out of her fucking skin. “Where the fuck is Cedric’s weak ass?”
Zia didn’t know what kinda fucked up ass joke that fate was trying to play on her, but she was furious as fuck.
Not only did she feel some typa way about running into her ex again, but the fact that he was standing before her looking all types of sextastic and smelling even better had her clit trying to peek through her panties to see what she could see.
Saadiq Henderson had always been a walking orgasm for her, but the nigga had the nerve to be standing his tall, tatted, thick-shouldered ass before her looking sexier than ever.
And her clit was a little too happy to see his bulging, muscled, forty-year-old, black warrior-looking ass after all this time.
His fresh curly top with tapered cut and fluffy ass full beard was like the bow on a freshly wrapped box of chocolates.
The man had to have been made from every typa sexy ever invented to form the chocolate God that was standing before her.
Saadiq eyed her up and down as he tugged at his beard while assessing everything he loved about her body.
Three years had flown by since he last saw her, and Zia was still the sexiest woman to ever give him the time of day.
Her flawless, espresso-hued brown skin that Saadiq used to love to rub and lick all over was oiled up and glistening under the colorful evening sky.
The black booty shorts and belly top she had on only enhanced her thirty-nine-year-old, curvaceous, size twenty frame that he could never get enough of picking up and fucking midair and up against the wall.
Zia’s natural waist-length tresses were in straw curls that bounced against her shoulder with a side part, causing some of her curls to fall to the left of her oval-shaped face and over her freshly arched brows and high cheekbones.
While all 5’6 inches of her would forever be his weakness, it was the way Zia had her head slightly cocked as she examined him in curiosity, confusion, and lust with her slanted brown sherry-tinted eyes that he’d committed to memory.
Her button nose, full pouty lips, and pointed chin rounded out the rest of the features of the gorgeous woman who stole his heart.
Saadiq still couldn’t believe that he was still as crazy about her as the day he first laid eyes on her.
He knew from day one that Zia was the only woman for him.
“Why you wanna know so much ‘bout him?” Saadiq asked as he mugged her like he still had every right to be all up in her business. “You fuckin’ that dusty looking ass nigga?”
“Ewww,” She shivered in disgust at the thought as she furrowed her brows, frowning her face up at him.
“I’d never fuck that rude, sassy nigga. I’m the owner of Sugah I’d get fined and?—”
“You don’t fucking mistakenly carve some bullshit into a muthafucka’s ride.
And saying that shit was an honest mistake when you know it was intentional and you can’t pay for the damages, is some diabolical shit.
Now I’on give a fuck how or where you gon’ get the bread from, but you got forty-eight hours to get me my money, baby.
” Saadiq shook his head and turned to walk away when her question stopped him.
“Or what, Saddiq? What you gon’ do if I don’t?” Mugging him, she sucked her teeth in disgust. “‘Cause I don’ already told you that I ain’t paying for it.”
“Wait, which is it, you ain’t paying for it? Or you don’t got the money?” His brows shot up as he side-eyed her.
“Does it matter? I don’t waste money on bullshit, so therefore I don’t have it.” She popped a hand on her hip. “So do with that what you will.”