Page 12 of ‘Til I Say When

K oKo sat on my bed as she watched me flat iron my hair. “Pierre is cute, though.”

I tossed her a look over my shoulder, and she threw her hands up with a giggle. “I’m not going to do it. You know I don’t even do men with baby mama drama. Nina sounds like a live wire.”

“She is,” I shook my head with a smile. “Just from the short time I was around them, I could tell that they’re that toxic hood couple that goes through the most but won’t leave each other alone.”

“I don’t know why, but the more toxic a situation is, the better the sex is.”

I frowned as I ran a paddle brush through my weave. “May that kind of love never find me again.”

“You and Wilde are definitely the definition of toxic.”

My frown deepened. “Wilde and I aren’t a couple, so we damn sure don’t apply to this scenario.”

“I don’t care what you say, and I don’t care what he says. I saw him all up on you at the park, and he was doing more than trying to make Drew mad. That man likes you for real.”

“That man is a certified dick, and I’m ready for the little game that he’s playing to be over,” I snatched the cord out of the socket aggressively.

I only had enough cough syrup left for two drinks, and I was trying to stretch it out.

It had been twenty-four hours since I had lean, and I was irritated because I wanted some bad, but I was fighting it.

A part of me wanted to just go ahead and drink it and worry about later, later.

But I thought about the fact that I didn’t want KoKo or Wilde to see me sipping lean.

They had both inquired about my frequent use, and I wanted to at least appear that I could go without it.

Eventually, I would have to give it up, ask around for it, or ask Wilde where I could get some from.

The thought of that made my skin crawl. I would never admit to KoKo that when Wilde touched me my body responded in ways that it shouldn’t have.

Just thinking about his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke made a chill run down my spine.

The man worked my last nerve, but he was something sexy.

Maybe I should pretend to like him, have sex with him, and see if he’d get rid of the gun with my prints on it.

I knew Wilde wasn’t green enough to let me run game on him, but what if we became cool enough that he decided to stop blackmailing me?

It would take a lot of effort to be nice to him, but I knew I needed to try.

The situation could be worse. He could look like an ogre. At least I had to pretend to be attached to one of the finest men in the city. KoKo stood up. “Well, I need to get some gas and a bottle. I’ll meet you at the track. Just let me know where you decide to post up at.”

“Okay.”

I sighed and bit my bottom lip. The situation with Wilde was irritating enough, and the anxiety and longing that came from craving lean was a bad combination.

I wished he would hurry up and come, so I wouldn’t be tempted to fix myself a drink.

Knowing my vice was in the closet, I rushed to select a fragrance, so I could spray it and leave my bedroom.

My prayers were answered because as soon as I set the perfume bottle back on my dresser, Wilde texted me that he was outside.

Grabbing my house keys off the dresser, I inhaled a deep breath and walked out of my bedroom.

In Wilde’s car, the radio volume was low, and the sounds of Lauryn Hill wafted from the speakers.

The car smelled like weed, but it also smelled like him .

Expensive cologne, lotion, toxic nigga fumes.

I could feel his eyes on me, so I lifted my head, and that was the wrong thing to do.

His curls were pulled back into a ponytail, and he had a fresh line up.

Wilde’s eyes were chinky from the marijuana he’d smoked, and his stark white teeth were beautiful.

The gold grills were absent from his mouth, but he still looked ridiculously rugged and handsome.

“You get in a nigga’s car and don’t speak?”

The plan to be nice to him went out the window because the way he loved getting underneath my skin pissed me off. I could tell that Wilde got a kick out of having something hanging over my head, and I didn’t like it.

“We keep talking about that manners thing. You don’t exhibit any but I’m supposed to? I don’t think so.”

I pulled the seatbelt across my body and stared out of the window because if I kept looking at Wilde, my panties would be wet. “I would love to fuck the shit out yo’ ass and see if you could talk all that shit while taking dick.”

My stomach caved in, and my yoni screamed.

Slowly turning my head toward him, I kept my cool because on the inside I was screaming, do it, do it!

But on the outside, my lip was curled, and I looked him up and down with disdain.

“You are a terrible person with a filthy mouth. I guess that’s all you have to offer, huh?

Dick? Typical.” I kissed my teeth and went back to staring out of the window.

“I be letting you get ya lil’ shit off ‘cus I be poking the bear. I do like making you mad, but you know for yourself that’s a damn lie.

If I only offer dick that’s because that’s all a bitch deserves, but I for damn sure have more than that, and I think you know that, G.

You can be mad but don’t be a hater. That’s not a good look. ”

“Boy, fuck you and stop talking to me,” I snapped while still staring out of the window. Wilde laughed, and I clenched my teeth together.

I was grateful when Wilde’s phone started its usual incessant ringing.

That gave him something to do besides purposely ruffling my feathers.

I made it too easy for him, and I didn’t like it.

When we arrived at the racetrack, it was packed, but I didn’t expect anything less.

Motorcycles were on the track, and that was my favorite part.

I loved to see the men racing on their bikes.

It gave me an adrenaline rush and turned me on at the same time.

Wilde found his usual crew, and I focused my attention on the race.

“You should’ve pulled your bike out,” Pierre told Wilde after we exchanged greetings.

I pretended not to be listening, but my ears perked up. Of course, sexy ass Wilde had a motorcycle. It fit him. I was sure as a child he was a juvenile delinquent as well. There was probably even a bit of psychosis sprinkled in.

“I might bring my baby out before summer is over.”

Wilde on a motorcycle…my yoni started to do that little thing again when I saw someone approaching from my peripheral. “We got action,” Pierre mumbled as I looked to my left and saw Drew walking towards us with three of his homeboys.

Wilde seemed unfazed as my mouth went dry. Heart racing in my ribcage, I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. Drew had fire blazing in his eyes, and his sights were set on me. When he reached us, he flicked the tip of his nose and directed his glare toward Wilde.

“Wonder, let me holla at you for a second.” Drew was talking to me, but glaring at Wilde.

Wilde laughed. A genuine laugh that wasn’t forced. “Nah, homie, that’s not how it works. You don’t direct shit towards her. That’s my bitch. And she doesn’t have any business with the next man.”

My nostrils expanded with anger. Wilde was definitely going to get checked, but it wasn’t the time. Drew drew back. “Wonder is a grown ass woman. She doesn’t need you speaking for her. Fuck you think this is?”

The words were barely out of Drew’s mouth before Wilde hit him with a punch so hard, I heard his jaw crack.

My eyes widened as they began to fight. Drew wasn’t a pussy, and he had some hands.

He was hanging with Wilde at first but all it took was an uppercut that made Drew lose his footing, and Wilde got the best of him.

He wasn’t muscular at all. In fact, I considered Wilde to be skinny, but he was throwing punches and beating the brakes off Drew on some Mike Tyson type shit.

Damn. Just another thing to turn me on. Security came over and broke the fight up. Drew and his crew were taken to the exit, and I wasn’t sure if they were coming back for Wilde or if they knew him and were going to let him slide.

“Bitch ass nigga,” Wilde seethed as he looked over his wrists to make sure his watch and bracelet were still secure.

“I need to have a word with you,” I stated in a flat tone.

“What’s good?” Wilde’s chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

“In private.” I couldn’t stand him, but I wasn’t going to say what I had to say in the presence of his people.

Wilde and I stepped off to the side, and his brows hiked. “I told you that I left Drew because he was a verbally abusive asshole. I don’t care if this is fake or not. You will not call me out of my name and disrespect me. You got that?”

Wilde appeared confused at first. He more than likely referred to women as bitches so often that he wasn’t aware that he did it. Recognition hit him, and he kissed his teeth. “You mad about that?” he frowned.

I didn’t possess the energy to try and make him understand. “Should I walk around referring to you as a fuck nigga?”

Wilde’s lip twitched, and I knew something disrespectful was on the tip of his tongue. Surprisingly, he didn’t say it. Instead, he flicked the tip of his nose and mumbled, “My bad.”

“My baby daddy really out here fighting over yo’ ass?” I heard a loud voice, and I knew it was about to be some shit. I looked over to see Ashley approaching me with a scowl on her face. “Y’all still fucking or something?”

Her sister was beside her, and they were both grilling me like I had personally done something to them. I chuckled and attempted to walk off. Ashley followed. “You don’t hear me talking to you, bitch?”