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B o and Bambi got a bitch all the way fucked up!

This nigga thinks he’s going to fuck me good, leave me hanging, then have his old bitch up in his house sucking his dick.

The same house where he’d fucked me countless times!

I think the fuck not! I was tired of this hoe playing games with me.

And Bo didn’t make the shit any better. I knew he had something going on with Bambi before me, and I couldn’t do shit about it because I had a situation going on myself, but I’ll be damn if this nigga was going to disrespect me. It’s the principle of the matter.

Bo tried to come to this hoe’s rescue, but the look I gave him halted his steps—he knew better.

The nigga knew not to play with me. This ass whooping for Bambi was long overdue, and it was time for her ass to pay the piper.

I let her get away with the slick talk for way too long, and that wasn’t even me. I beat bitches for way less.

“Bo, are you going to let this bitch do me like this? Get this bitch off of me!” she yelled, trying to block my fists. However, she was no match for the rage in me.

“Nah. He can’t help yo’ ass! Take this L, bitch!

You've been trying to get my attention! Well, you got it! Can’t even suck the dick right!

” I wrapped Bambi’s long, blond weave around my hand and dog walked her ass toward the front door.

She was screaming, clawing at my hands, trying to pry them loose from her hair, but my grip was too tight.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bo standing in the middle of the living room, watching everything unfold.

When I got Bambi outside, I got one good lick in before tossing her on her ass.

She quickly got up, her towel falling to the ground before she scrambled to pick it up and wrapped it around her naked body.

Before I could cuss her ass out, I was being lifted up in the air.

“Nigga, get the fuck off of me! You were just in my pussy less than an hour ago! Now, you got this bitch in your house… sucking your dick! Ooo, I swear, you niggas ain’t shit!”

“Calm the fuck down and take your ass in the fucking house!” Bo raised his voice, which he rarely does, so I knew he was pissed.

Placing me on my feet, I stormed into the house, seething.

When I looked back, I could see Bo with his phone out.

I guess he was calling that bitch a Lyft.

I paced the floor as I waited for him to come back inside the house.

When he entered the living room, I was on his ass.

“Why the fuck you had that bitch in your house?!”

“What the fuck did it look like?” he said nonchalantly as he walked over and sat down on the couch.

I could feel my blood boiling as I approached him, every step heavy with the weight of my fury. He didn’t even look up at first, his eyes half-lidded as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Nigga, you got some nerve. You come to my job, watch me dance, fucked me, then leave like I’m some hoe ass bitch! Got the nerve to have Bambi up in here sucking your dick. I thought you wasn’t messing with that hoe no more,” I spat, my voice trembling with a combination of rage and disbelief.

No response. He just took another slow drag from the blunt he’d lit, exhaling a thick cloud. He was so calm while I was boiling over. That shit pissed me off.

“Are you listening to me?” I demanded, my words sharp, slicing through the tension in the room. Finally, he turned his head, slow and methodical, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice a lazy drawl. “I heard you. Now, what? You came up in my shit, fucking up my nut. If you ain’t trying to give me some pussy, you can leave. Go home to your man, shorty. And leave my keys. How you get away from that nigga anyway?”

“Don’t worry about that. Are you going to answer my fucking question?”

When Josh and I left the club, I lied and told him that my mom had trouble finding her medication. It wasn’t unusual because she would call me at all times of the day or night about something. My mother suffered a bad fall at work a week ago, hurting her back, and is currently on bed rest.

“I don’t have to answer shit. I’m a single man, baby girl. This dick ain’t on lockdown.”

His words cut me deep. Bo had never spoken to me like this before.

I knew he was still pissed about me not leaving Josh, but I never thought he’d disrespect me like this.

The sting of his words hit me hard. It was to the point where I felt tears welling up, but I refused to let them fall.

I’ll be damned if I let another man see me cry.

Reaching inside my purse, I took out his keys and dropped them on the couch.

I stormed toward the door, my heels tapping against the floor.

Just before I could even reach the handle, Bo’s hands were on me, lifting me off the floor as if I weighed nothing.

My breath hitched in my throat as he pressed my back against the door with a force that left no room for escape.

“Why are you so mad, O? Huh? You the one said you can’t do this shit no mo’. I gave you what you wanted; now I’m the bad guy? Make that make sense, baby girl.” He licked his thick lips, and my heart skipped a beat. I was sure he could feel it thudding against my chest.

Bo was right. I was the one who spoke those words, but I had no choice. I couldn’t tell him the truth. I couldn’t tell him that Josh had been holding a secret over my head, and it was a secret that could take my freedom away.

I placed my hands on his bare chest, loving how his skin felt against my fingers. I wanted to say what I was thinking. I wanted to shout to that I did want to be with him, but I couldn’t bring him into my shit. I created this mess, and I need to handle it myself.

I didn’t even realize I was crying until Bo gently wiped the tears off my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek like he was trying to erase my sadness.

“I can’t do this, O,” he said, his voice low, thick with frustration.

“I’m feeling you tough, on some real shit, I am.

But I can’t keep pouring myself into something where I’m constantly left wondering if you’re even sure about us.

I’m not here to play games. I can’t be with someone who’s stuck in a constant state of confusion—someone who doesn’t even know what she wants.

You say you want me, but then you still with that nigga.

I can’t keep giving you all of me only to get pieces of you. ”

“Bo…” I whispered, my voice barely holding itself together. You think I don’t know what I want, but I do. I want you, baby. I just…”

“And I want you. But waiting on you, I’m losing myself in the process. I can’t do that anymore, O. And I mean that with every piece of love I have left for you.”

The weight of his words made it harder to breathe, the reality of everything sinking in.

My heart felt heavy as if I’d been holding on to something I wasn’t even sure I deserved.

I opened my mouth, trying to say something, anything, but all that came out was a shaky breath.

I felt like I was on the edge of something, standing between the past I couldn’t let go of and the future I was too afraid to embrace.

Bo placed me on my feet and stepped back slightly, his expression softening just enough to show the hurt beneath the frustration.

The silence between us stretched long, heavy with unspoken truths.

I wiped my face, feeling every bit of the uncertainty that had been bubbling up inside of me.

I left his house feeling like shit. And at that moment, I realized there wasn't anything I could do or say to change his mind. I wish I could. I just didn’t know how to fix us.

Thirty minutes later, I was pulling into my driveway, still feeling the weight of Bo’s words pressing on my chest. The engine hummed to a stop, but I kept my hands on the steering wheel, unwilling to let go.

The street lights flickered softly in the distance, casting long shadows across the driveway.

I glanced at the rearview mirror, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

My reflection only gave me back the same person I’d been before.

Confused, tired, and lost—I was unrecognizable.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been sitting there.

The warm air began to creep through the cracks in the window as my mind drifted to Bo and the first time I laid eyes on him.

He was definitely the type of man that I went for.

He was a hood nigga but more laidback like a big teddy bear.

His chill demeanor was not to be mistaken for weakness; he may not be in the streets, but he would lay a motherfucker down in these streets.

That’s what turned me on about his big ole country ass.

He was a fine-ass piece of chocolate, with broad shoulders.

His muscles were built for the NFL. His frame was all power and raw, like a statue sculpted from solid granite.

His bald head was smooth, and his complexion was of rich milk chocolate.

His long beard surrounded a set of thick lips that I couldn’t get enough of feeling on both sets of my lips.

His eyes—those fucking eyes. They were dark, almost black.

There was a darkness in them that looked dangerous, but they held something else too.

It was something deeper that rested there that I could not explain.

With a heavy sigh, I reached for the door handle, preparing myself to hear this niggas mouth.

I stepped out of the car and shut the door behind me, my heels clicking sharply against the pavement, each step feeling heavier than the last. It had been a long night, and my body ached with exhaustion.

I fumbled for my keys as I reached the door.

The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that felt too still, like something was waiting to happen.

I ignored the silent warnings and kicked off my heels before making my way upstairs.

When I walked into my bedroom, I flicked on the light, and this crazy-ass man was sitting on the bed with a mug on his face. I jumped back, my heart skipping a beat from the unexpected surprise.

“Jesus, Josh! You scared the hell out of me!” I gasped, clutching my chest. “Why are you sitting in the dark?” I picked up my purse and keys off the floor and placed them on the dresser.

“Nah. The question is, why the hell did you lie to me about going to your mama’s house?” The look in his eyes let me know he knew the truth.

“Josh, please. I didn’t lie. This is just you being in your feelings. I’m going to shower. I’m tired.” I began walking toward the bathroom. I’m sure I still smelled like sex. I didn’t have a chance to clean up good back at the club. I’m sure Bo’s kids still were lingering inside of me.

“Nah. We need to talk!” Josh growled, his fingers digging into my arm as he yanked me back, pulling me off balance. The pressure was sharp, and I felt the muscles in my shoulder strain under his grip. I could already feel the bruise forming beneath his touch.

“Josh, what the hell is wrong with you? Turn me loose!” I snapped, snatching my arm back, but his hold only tightened.

“You think I’m fucking stupid? You didn’t think I saw that nigga watching you, and you watching him while you were up on that stage? Huh? Or how about him going back to your dressing room? Don’t play with me, Olivia! I’m not stupid!”

“Whatever, Josh. Now, get your hands off me. I told you… there isn’t anything going on between Bo and me. You made up in your mind that there is.” I pulled from his grasp, and this time, he let me go.

“What happened between you and that nigga? Did you fuck him tonight?” Josh’s voice was low, but the sharpness in his words sliced through the air like a blade.

“You know what…? I’m tired of this shit. Yes, I fucked him. Is that what you want to hear? We been fucking for a while now. That man’s dick is so stupendous, even days after we fuck, I can still feel him inside me,” I confessed.

He moved toward me, his tall frame looming over me, blocking any chance of escape.

His hands were balled into fists at his sides, muscles in his arms straining with the effort to control himself.

I knew what was coming next, but before I could turn and run, his hand shot out like a cobra strike, grasping my neck and jerking me to him.

I barely had time to gasp before my back hit the wall, his body crowding me, his breath sharp and fast. My eyes bulged as I stared into his dark eyes.

“You think this is a fucking game, bitch?!” His voice was low, shaking with rage.

“I knew you were fucking that nigga! And you probably fucked him tonight. I can smell him on you!” He gritted his teeth as his hand tightened against my neck.

I tried to swallow, but my throat was tight.

My heart thudded in my chest like a cautionary drumbeat.

The next thing that happened shocked the shit out of me. Josh raised his hand and brought it down across my face, knocking me to the floor. I could taste the blood in my mouth as I stared up at him with my nostrils flaring.

“See what you made me do? Huh, bitch? I told you… that slick mouth of yours would have me put my?—”

I cut him off with a swift kick to his dick.

He screamed like a bitch, his body crumpling to the ground like a ragdoll.

The sound of his cry echoed throughout the room, severe and helpless.

This nigga had me fucked up putting his fucking hands on me.

I stood up, my heart throbbing in my chest. My mind was racing, but I focused quickly as I knew I needed to move fast. I grabbed my purse and keys, and with one last glance, I ran out of the room and out of the house.

The warm night air hitting my skin let me know I was no longer confined inside wooden walls.

I hopped in my car, slammed the door shut, and sped off, the hum of the engine doing little to drown out the storm brewing inside me.

As I pulled onto the road, the reality of everything hit like a tidal wave, crashing over me all at once.

I could feel the tears swelling up again, but I swallowed them down.

I hated that I was feeling weak. I hated that I had let my life become such a fiasco.

I needed to figure out how to escape this mess.

I couldn’t keep living like this—not anymore.