Page 34 of He Thugged Me First

I narrowed my eyes. “You didn’t.”

“Only ti?—”

“Mecca, right?” She was interrupted by a female standing next to her halfway glaring at me. I recognized this chick from being with Kasair but I didn’t know her.

“And you are?” I asked, attempting to hold back the sarcasm in my already pointed tone.

“Jessica, I’m a friend of Kasair’s.” She smiled like a messy ass little girl.

“Okay and…” Love looked at the girl with only an expression Love could make. My girl wasn’t the confrontational type or any of that, but you could definitely tell when a person’s presence irritated her.

“Rude.” She sneered toward Love. “I just figured you should know who I am since we’re sharing him.”

I tilted my head to the side stifling the laugh that threatened to fall from my lips.

“Girl, I will beat yo’ ass in here. Don’t let the cute face and cool demeanor fool you.

I’m a fool with it and I’d take nothing but joy washing the floor with your build a bear body ass.

Now walk the fuck off or get fucked up over a nigga who don’t even hit you or ya line. ”

Jessica looked from me to a laughing Love before she rushed off.

I guess I made her eat those damn words.

I could tell in her face that she wished she hadn’t approached me.

Shit I wouldn’t have approached me either, I already thought I was all militant because I had my combat boots on today.

I wasn’t even bluffing when I promised to mop the floor with her either.

“Did you have to embarrass her?” Love asked through laughter.

“Your loud ass laughing embarrassed her, but she did that to herself. Like what the fuck possessed her to approach me about a man that I know for a fact ain’t stunting her or that tired ass wing on her head.

” I shook my head in disgust. The only time a female did shit like that was if she still felt like she had some type of claim over a nigga.

I didn’t doubt Kasair, but I didn’t like that shit at all.

I spent the better half of my day with Love shopping and talking all the shit in the world.

These were the days I lived for and lately life had been kind of getting in the way.

We were both taking online classes with our own impending responsibilities so I probably got to see my girl once a week when I was used to seeing her at least three to four times a week.

After I left her, it was around the time for Mel to be getting out, so I swooped through and picked her up before going home.

Usually she would’ve been going home with Mazz, but lately he had been acting like the younger one of us.

Less responsible and out more, so she was with me.

I made it a point to stay in my business, but anyone with eyes could see that whatever happened with Gayze was fucking with him along with whatever was going on that Kasair refused to tell me about .

I couldn’t tell him how to feel or handle things, but running around with different hos and Honey wouldn’t fix anything.

In reality I don’t think men got that part.

The thought that it was fine to just do them and things would fix themselves in due time was flawed.

What they didn’t understand was the fact that was never the case.

What most men including my brother didn’t get was giving a female the time to get over you was the worst thing they could do.

But, what did I know? I went through the same story with a nothing ass nigga until we ended up here.

I dare he fuck this up, he’d be six feet under and I’d be staring on First Forty-Eight.

I had already made up my mind. There was no going back to how things used to be, this was how things were and we were about to bring a child into this world.

So, things had to work between the both of us.

When I walked into my place I wasn’t surprised to see him laid across my sofa peacefully sleep.

This was the only nigga in knew of that could or would stay up all night thinking then sleep throughout the day.

Not to mention he was grumpy as hell when he was woken up.

Once I got Mel situated to do her homework, I ended up retreating to my bed.

It was like as soon as I walked in the house I got tired.

Maybe it was the fact that I was out all day.

The moment I felt myself drifting, I heard his deep baritone fill my room.

“You weren't gonna wake me up?”

“And hear your mouth? Hell no.” I opened my tired eyes and looked at him. He looked like he needed the sleep I was about to try to get. After a few seconds, I closed my eyes.

“How was ya day?” he asked.

“Good until Jessica approached me.” At this point I gave up on sleep, he was in one of those talkative ass moods. I ended up sitting up and scooted up to the headboard of my bed so I could watch him as he undressed to get into bed with me.

“What did she say?” he asked calmly. He was unbothered.

“What does it matter?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“It doesn’t but ya apple head ass brought it up.” He shrugged his shoulders, pulling his tee-shirt from his body.

I smiled because that was the right answer.

“You gonna tell me what the bitch said or are you gonna keep sitting ya ass over there looking crazy.”

“It doesn’t matter what she said, just know if you try me, we—” before I could finish my sentence he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the foot of the bed in one swift motion.

“We what? How many times I gotta tell you I don’t flinch at none of ya lil cute ass threats?” Now his face hovered over mine and his eyes kept jumping from mine to my lips.

I laughed. “Ya girlfriend did, I told her I wou?—”

“Not while you’re carrying my baby yeen gonna go shit, so stop threatening people.” He pecked my lips still looking into my eyes. “Lil nutty ass.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and looked at him with a smirk.

I loved when he talked to me like this. When he put me in my place and shut me the fuck up.

He knew I did too, that’s why he did it so close to me.

I swear I was normal before I started fooling with him, and then boom!

The D brought out the inner crazy bitch that felt the need to stop at everything.

He claimed I made him the way he was, but he made me this way too.

Awh shit! There was no hope for this baby!

“You see that?” I asked Love as we sat in the booth at my favorite pizza spot up north. I came in here so much that the owner Sal named my favorite combination after me.

“Nope, I don’t because I’m not looking.” Love knew how I got when I felt disrespected and at this point I felt pretty fucking disrespected.

I mean here I was about to enjoy a piece of Chicago’s best when this funny looking ass nigga walked in the pizza spot with a bitch on his arm.

It wasn’t long ago that he was in my bed, hell he probably still had my juices in his upper lip hair.

Before I knew it, I felt myself standing and Love behind me calling my name.

That didn’t matter though, the closer I got to Kasair’s table the further away her voice was.

“You know, you’re a real disrespectful bastard.” I glared at him and this bitch with the pink cheetah print wig. I just wanted her to say something, but if she was smart she wouldn’t. I was in a toxic mood and I owned that shit.

“C’mon Mec, not today.” He seemed to be pleading with me with the biggest smile on his dumb ass face.

“Don’t call me that.”

He mugged me before shaking his head like I was bothering him. He had me so fucked up because this was the exact shit he pulled when we were at Ozzi’s the other night. “Mecca, c’mon ? —”

“Why are you begging this bitch? Tell her to step the fuc ? —”

I didn’t even give her a chance to finish her sentence.

I already wanted to hit her ass, but she didn’t give me a reason to at first. Now she gave me that when she opened her dumb ass mouth.

I hit her with a combo so wicked she was drooling by the third punch.

That would teach her to mind her fucking tongue.

Then after I damn near slumped her ass, I hit his ass too.

“Next time you want a rise, just drop ya location. Yeen gotta pull up to where I frequent.”

This nutty ass nigga laughed , wiping the blood from his lip.

I didn’t even respond, I looked over at Sal and nodded apologizing as Love walked over toward me with our pizza in the Styrofoam containers.

“Damn shorty yeen even try to protect ya face, you saw her fucking fist coming.” I heard Kasair say to old girl as we left the pizza parlor. He set her up for that one and hours later he was in my bed while I held the ice bag to his lip.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, forcing me from my flashback.

“That time I decked you in the face at Sal’s.”

He laughed. “Which fucking time? I peep the pussy gets wet when you hurt a nigga.”