Page 12 of He Thugged Me First

MAZZ - DAYS LATER

“ W hy don’t you just wanna sit here and eat?” Honey asked, not bothering to look up from her phone.

I glanced at her, irritated because she kept asking the same damn question.

She knew I didn’t fuck with her like that.

It was sex and nothing more. I really didn’t get the point of acting like it could be more when she knew how she was out here.

“Didn’t I tell ya bean head ass no when we pulled up?

Be fucking lucky I ain’t get ya ass a double stack and call it a day.

” I shook my head in disgust. I sat there looking down at my phone, just as a familiar, sweet scent filled my nostrils.

Couldn’t be. When I looked up, I was looking at her backside.

It was ingrained in my memory since that day at the hospital.

She had just walked into the restaurant hand in hand with some white motherfucker.

I had to blink a few times because my eyes weren’t even registering the fact that she was here and hadn’t responded to not one of my messages.

She couldn’t have realized that she had me fucked up, but she would find out sooner than later.

I watched her until she set her purse in the booth with old boy and walked toward the washroom.

After a few seconds, I glanced over at Honey before standing from the bench.

“I’ll be right back.”

She nodded, not paying me any attention because she was all on her phone. She was probably looking for another nigga to trick off on her.

I walked toward the washroom and went right in. The moment I turned the corner, she was standing in the mirror washing her hands.

“Pressure.”

She jumped the moment she locked eyes with me. “What are you?—”

I didn’t even let her speak. I grabbed her by her neck and pulled her wet handed ass into me.

Immediately, our lips collided. This shit felt so fucking right that I forgot where we were.

She resisted at first but stopped and melted into my embrace.

I felt her little hands grip my t-shirt, pulling me closer to her.

Once we finally pulled back, she was looking at me, out of breath.

“Mazzier, I?—”

“You got about ten minutes to tell that nigga that you got paged to the hospital.”

“And why would I do that?” She peered at me.

“’Cause you know how I give it off.” I tilted my head. She knew what it was, and I doubted she wanted me to reintroduce her to what I was capable of.

“That’s my?—”

“Fuck outta here and meet me in the car, Gayze. You got five minutes before I knock the flannel shirt off that nigga.”

Her eyes bucked, causing me to smirk. That didn’t take away from the seriousness of the moment, and she knew that the moment I pulled her back into my space and picked her up. I picked her up and set her on the counter.

“Mazzier, this is?—”

“C’mon, Gayze. What did you expect? That I was finna let you live happily ever after with a motherfucker that ain’t me?” I pecked her lips. “Nah, I’m not. Now, five minutes. Get rid of ya boy and I’ll get rid of?—”

“You’re here with somebody?” She blinked a few times with what looked like a pout on her expression.

“Was, but now I’m here with you.” My hands eased up her skirt. I swear she was the only woman that could make a jean skirt look remotely enticing to me.

“Nah, maybe we shouldn’t?—”

“So you want me to get arrested?”

“No. Why would I want you to get arrested?” she asked, confused.

“Because yeen making ways to meet me in the car.”

She giggled. “Why meet you? The back door is the opposite direction of the main dining.”

My smile grew. This was the Gayze I remembered.

Placing both of my hands around her neck, I mashed my lips into hers. I couldn’t get enough of her feels. This time, she didn’t resist at all. Instead, she sucked and nibbled on my bottom lip. The way she melted against my touch let me know she had longed for me just as much as I longed for her.

“Damn, I left my purse.” She giggled.

“Meet me in the car. I’mma get it.” I stepped back so she could hop down. When she did, she looked up at me and shook her head.

“I’ll meet you at the car. Let me get my own purse.”

I laughed and nodded my head.

“I suggest you get your little friend an Uber home.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as she tried to walk past me to the door.

I slapped her ass and followed her out the door. Of course we went in the same direction, because I didn’t see a point in me going out of the back.

Once I reached where Honey was, I walked up to her. “I got something I need to take care of. You gonna have to take an Uber home.” She screwed her face up like I was speaking a different language.

I glanced at her blankly trying to figure out if she heard me correctly. When it was clear her dumb ass actually understood that was exactly what I wanted, I glanced over in Gayze’s direction. She was already standing and putting her jacket on. I wondered what the hell she had told old boy.

“I can’t believe I did that.” She rested back against the passenger side seat of my car.

“I’on know why. Shit happens every day, Gayze. Now what we eating?”

I felt her eyes the moment she cut them in my direction. “The way you demanded I leave with you, I thought you had this planned out.”

I laughed. “You gimme too much credit, G.”

She was quiet, but I felt her eyes on me.

“So again, what do you wanna eat?” I cut my eyes in her direction. She was nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Sushi.”

I screwed my face up. “Fuck outta here. Ain’t you allergic to shellfish?”

She cracked up laughing. “Doesn’t mean I can’t get a spicy tuna crunch roll.”

I shook my head. “I mean, I guess. What’s the place?”

“Nobu.”

I nodded my head. “Call them and order it. We going to my crib to?—”

“Mhmm.” She picked up her phone and started to tap around.

A smile crossed my face. I wasn’t even planning on taking it there with her, but if her mind was there, then it was whatever. It didn’t take long for us to go get her food and pick me something up. Within two hours, we were pulling into my driveway.

“You live here?” she asked, almost in awe.

“Most nights when I feel like taking the drive.”

“Why live so far out here if you don’t always feel like taking the drive?” she asked.

“Because it’s out of the way, and some days I just need to get away to st?—"

“Stay sane.” She finished.

Once I parked, I glanced over at her and nodded.

“As an introvert, sometimes you gotta find ya balance alone. I know exactly how you feel.” She shrugged and opened her door.

“That balance and solitary,” I responded as we walked toward the stairs to the massive front door.

When I first bought this house years ago, I handpicked it.

This was my first big purchase, I wanted to make sure Mecca and Mel had a safe place to lay their heads.

Then once Mecca moved out, it was that for me.

“It’s beautiful.” She damn near gasped as I opened the door and allowed her to step in first.

I shrugged because low key, I had no say so in the decoration. Mecca met with the female to do all of this. I just footed the bill.

I led her into the kitchen and set our food on the island as I walked over to the sink to wash my hands. She set her purse on the chair and did the same before walking over to where I was.

“How come homie didn’t give a fuck why you left?” I had to ask, because a nigga was nosy and I actually gave a fuck.

“Because that was less time he had to spend with me, even though he initiated us having dinner and mulling over things.” She shrugged like she was uncomfortable talking about old boy.

“You can’t be uncomfortable talking about a situation you’re comfortable in, G.”

“Ha. What about you? Who was the girl with the nice ass lace?” She reached into the paper bag and pulled her food out.

“Something to kill time.” I shrugged with a smirk. That was something I fucked with about her. She was so comfortable in her skin that she’d never talk down on another. Most females went out of their way to down talk another.

“Damn, it’s that simple.” She used the chopsticks to put a piece of sushi to her lips.

“Has to be. I’m not the type to sell females dreams. Things are what they are.”

She nodded, chewing on her food. “Less complications and baggage.”

I nodded in agreement as I pulled my food out and started to eat as well.

“You know I used to want the white picket fence and happy family. Marriage was this big thing on my list, but things changed. I changed. Somewhere along the way, my priorities changed.” She looked down at the jewelry on her finger blankly.

“You just ain’t being loved right, G. I mean, dead ass if a nigga ain’t got you climbing the walls at one touch, then why you with him? You gimme that comfortable shit, but I don’t buy it.”

She looked up at me with a somber expression. “Me neither. It’s just the word that my therapist and I agreed on.”

I shrugged. “Therapist?”

“Yes. Someone to listen to me whine about all that I’m afraid to say to anyone else.” She laughed while popping some more food in her mouth.

“See. Yeen being loved right, G.”

She damn near coughed her food up while she was swallowing. “What does that mean?” Now she was peering at me with questioning eyes.

I set my food down and walked around the counter to her.

“You see, when you’re loved right, you don’t need all that extra shit.

” I stepped between her legs for the second time today.

I allowed my hand to rest on her collarbone as my thumb pressed firmly into her neck, making her tilt it to the side.

“When you’re loved right, you don’t need anybody but the person loving you to listen to you.

” I leaned in and licked her top lip before crashing my lips into hers.

Who the fuck was she or I kidding? This was right, and neither of us could deny it. So why try?

MECCA

Imagine me, loving you like you love me.

“So you gonna tell that nigga to stop hitting the line or do I have to?—”