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P erc had his face buried in between my legs in the back seat of his Benz.

We were supposed to be getting a late lunch for everybody, but his ass pulled over because he was horny.

Who was I to stop him? I fucked with a few dudes that had some bread, but Perc had the best dick and head out of all of them.

Maybe it was because I was in love with the nigga but scared to admit it.

He squeezed on my clit with his lips and made me cum all over his face.

He licked up every drop before he got up with a wet face.

We didn’t have time to enjoy the moment before someone came banging on the window.

“Perc! Unlock the door, Perc!”

“I swear to gawd that bitch find out where you at every time. Does the bitch have a tracker on your car or something? Fuck,” I fixed my clothes as Perc wiped his mouth with his shirt and stepped out the car.

“Lexus, why the fuck you way on the side of town? What you want?” He closed the door and leaned against it.

“Who you in the car with, Perc?” She grabbed him and tried to move him out of the way.

Lexus knew it was me. Perc had his little bitches, but nobody rode in his car but me.

She knew exactly who I was, and she never fucked with nobody but me because she knew Perc had it bad for me.

To her, I was her only competition. Every other girl meant nothing to him.

Being a little messy, I climbed out the backseat and got ready to get in the passenger side.

“I’m sick of this hoe.” Lexus tried to charge at me, but Perc snatched her ass by her weave so fast she ended up falling back on the pavement.

“Get in the car, Merci!” Perc demanded.

I wasn’t about to fight Lexus no way. The bitch fought niggas for a living.

She was liable to beat my ass, and I was too cute for that.

I hadn’t fought a day in my life because I never had the need to.

It was only when I got with Perc that I had to really watch my back.

From inside the car, I could hear them tussling and fussing.

Perc expressed to me more than once that he was tired of dealing with her, but his mama was the one keeping her around.

The car door opened and slammed. Perc pulled off burning rubber with his face scratched up.

“You aight?” He looked me over.

“I should be asking if you’re okay?” His shirt was ripped and he had blood on his shirt from his scratches.

“I’m good. I need to go home and change real quick. You know I’ll never let her hurt you right?” He looked over at me.

“I hear you, but we’re not always around each other. You know I’m not about to fight that girl over you. She’ll just keep fucking coming.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I got you.” Perc reassured me.

“Are y’all still sleeping together?” I stared at the side of his face.

“Man, hell nah! I haven’t touched that girl since she was ‘bout six months pregnant. My daughter is one. Lexus do all her baby daddies like that. I’m the most recent one so I guess it’s my turn,” he shrugged.

“Should’ve been a lil’ more careful.”

“Shit, don’t I fucking know it. That will never happen again.”

He was able to run in his house and change but I knew we had been gone way too long when my sister hit me up fussing about her food.

We hadn’t even gone to pick shit up and I had to explain to her what happened.

From the sound in her voice, she was highly upset.

I kept lying to her and telling her that I wasn’t sleeping with Perc just so she wouldn’t fire him.

This was his only way to get out of the streets.

He loved the streets, but he loved cutting hair more.

When I introduced the two of them almost a year ago, Blessyn took a liking to him.

My sister didn’t approve of the way I lived my life, but it kept my bills paid.

In her eyes was this wild loose hoe that fucked off in niggas with money.

That wasn’t completely true. I had three main niggas I talked to but I was only have sex with two of them.

The other was just money. I never meet up with him.

I made sure I always protected myself and so far, I hadn’t had any kids and no STDS.

Blessyn was used to being in a relationship, so she didn’t understand how it felt to be single, young, and enjoying life.

Men did it all the time, so I didn’t feel bad.

Perc knew about my other niggas. He was jealous which is why I never showed him their faces.

Perc wouldn’t waste no time killing them if he knew who they were.

I enjoyed being with Perc because it was exciting but with my other dude, I had a sense of protection and peace.

He wasn’t as wild as Perc. Maybe because he was older and had lived his life already.

Either way, I wasn’t letting him go for Perc.

He had some issues he needed to work out.

“I was thinking. Maybe we should get away this weekend after work and chill. We both need it. I got a spot that my brother owns in the mountains that he goes to in the wintertime.”

I thought about it. It would be good to get away from the city for a few days. But I promised my other dude I would spend the weekend with him as well. This is where my life got hectic.

“I can’t. I had plans already.”

“With him?” Perc took his eyes off the road to look at me.

“Yea but it was already planned out.”

“You let me eat you out, fuck the shit outta you and you still won’t spend any time with me but every time I turn ‘round you with that nigga. You trying to be with him?”

“You going too far. I don’t question what you do Perc. Your baby mama trip on me all the time and I never jump down your throat about it. We agreed we was just kicking it.”

Perc turned his music up and drove to the nearest eating spot to grab some food.

For the rest of the day, he stayed away from me.

He knew that aggravated me more than anything.

We had that crazy ass type of relationship where neither of us could function if we were mad.

My clients thought I was sick because I wasn’t talking.

That was not my character. I was usually rapping, singing or twerking while I did their hair.

I just wasn’t in the mood. Perc had me feeling guilty for not spending time with him.

Every time we hooked up, it was quick and to the point.

Now he was trying to spend time, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.

After my last client, I was done before everyone else, so I headed home.

Usually, I stayed around until my sister got done so I could help her close but she had too many heads and the longer I had to get away from Perc's dumb ass.

I made the drive to my condo and was disgusted at the mess I had left.

My condo was just like my damn life; wild and messy.

Before I took my shower, I cleaned up and order me something to eat.

My phone started going off. Thinking it was Perc calling to apologize, I answered.

“Hello.”

“Open the door.”

I opened the door for Ben. Everyone knew him as a rapper, but I got to know the real him.

He put an image for social media but I got to see the other side of him.

He was from Tennessee, and he would come to Atlanta for studio sessions.

I stepped aside to let him in. I wasn’t expecting to see him until the weekend.

“I didn’t think you were coming until the weekend.”

“I was but I went ahead drove down to get a session out the way and see you. You expecting someone else?”

“Nah,” I lied. I was hoping it was Perc, but I was still happy he was here. Especially since we were on borrowed time. “I just ordered some food but it’s enough you want some.”

“Come here.”

Ben was a paid ex-drug dealer turned rapper.

His music was popping in the streets and he was booking shows out the ass.

Our vibe was perfect because he was older than me but what kept me from settling with him was his wife.

Yes, Ben had a whole wife that no one knew about.

She was completely fine with all the women that threw themselves on him on shows and sent nudes to his DM.

All she cared about was the money. Let him tell it, she had a side nigga too.

“I gotta cancel our plans this weekend. Wifey got some shit planned for me and I gotta respect that.”

“Oh, okay cool.”

“Look,” he dug into his pockets. “Let this be my apology. You know I don’t want you mad at me.” I took the stack of money and smiled at him. “I get to spend some time with you tonight though. She knows I’m not coming home until in the morning.

“Let me go take a shower. Grab my food for me when it comes.”

I had to get Perc scent off me from earlier before I laid down with Chris.

He had a clue that he wasn’t the only nigga I was fucking with, but I didn’t want to make it so obvious.

I showered as quickly as I could so I could get back out there to him and I was hungry as hell because I didn’t have time to eat when I got back to the shop.

Looking in my dresser, I pulled out a pair of panties and a tank top to slip on.

My stomach started growling as I smelled my food.

My heart dropped down to my toes when I saw Perc sitting there eating my food.

“Where is Ben?” I stood as far away from Perc as I could.

“Oh, he left,” he placed some food in his mouth. “When you got a wife to answer to, you can’t be just laying up in another woman’s shit.”

“Did you call that nigga wife?” I asked as I slowly walked towards him.

“I mean once I found out who you were skipping out on me for, I did a lil’ research and found out the nigga can’t take you no fucking where.”

“If you weren’t so fucking fast to move on shit all the time, I was going to call you and tell you we could chill this weekend but fuck that. Get your ass out my house.”

He laughed and kicked his feet up on my glass table, with my plate resting on his chest. Perc was a cocky son of a bitch and I loved it. I was really standing here fronting like I didn’t want him here. I was just upset that Ben showed up instead of Perc.

“You know I ain’t going nowhere. Take that shit you got on and bring your ass here so I can choke you with this dick. You were ‘bout to give that nigga my shit?”

“Why?” I put my hands on my hips.

“Merci quit playin’ with me and take that shit off before I hurt you.”

I wanted him to hurt me. The pain with him is what made it exciting, so I stood there with my hands crossed over my chest. It didn’t take Perc long to get up and rip my tank top off, exposing my breast. My nipples were erect just thinking of the pain he was about to take me through.