Page 7 of ‘Til I Say When

L onna was glaring at me like I had sprouted another head, and it was starting to piss me off. My patience was wearing thin. “Aight, I’m ‘bout to be out. I just needed to tell you that.” Me telling her I was about to leave helped Lonna to find her voice.

“So, you really just came by here to tell me that you’re going to be out with another female tonight, and if I see you, I better not say anything?” she asked with a frown on her face and pain in her eyes.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying because it’s deeper than me just dealing with another broad.

This is something like business, and I don’t need you messing it up with your childish antics.

The fact that I even have to say this is irritating ‘cus we’re not in a relationship, and I can do what I want. ”

Lonna erupted into tears, and I threw my hands up in exasperation. Women could be some annoying ass creatures for real.

“Misha is pregnant by you. I had you first, and I was never supposed to be sharing you with my friend. Now there’s another woman in the mix?” she stared at me through her tears. “I’m just supposed to deal with this?”

“You don’t have to deal with shit,” I took a step toward her.

“What is it in a female’s brain that automatically thinks because she’s giving up pussy that a nigga owes her some shit?

I give you a nut just like you give me one.

You knew I wasn’t looking for a relationship, so those tears?

Shawty, those tears are a waste of your time.

And what you mean, Misha is pregnant? She hasn’t said anything to me. ”

“Because she’s scared,” Lonna sniffed.

“I don’t know why she’s scared. She needs to be coming to get this money, so she can get rid of it.”

“I think she wants to keep it,” Lonna sniffed again.

That comment was enough to make me turn and walk out the door.

It wasn’t Lonna that I was mad at, but I was pissed.

I didn’t want a child, and if Misha wanted one, she better know she was gon’ be raising that muhfucka by herself.

I had too much going on to be worried about a dumb ass love triangle that had no love in it on my part.

I knew that threesome shit would soon turn into a too good to be true situation.

Going to Misha’s crib hadn’t been in my plans, but I wanted to know why she was walking around, supposedly pregnant by me, and told Lonna but not me.

I always started off using condoms with both of them but there were a few nights when I took the condom off to bust in their mouths and we went immediately into a round two and I slid in one of them raw.

“Fuck,” I hissed as I drove.

Kids were cool, but they weren’t my favorite people in the world.

I’d never be mean to a child, but I wasn’t going to be out here babysitting or running around making hella kids with different women.

I had no desire to be tied down with crying babies and hormonal baby mamas.

In the fifteen years that I’d been sexually active, I’d done a good job of not getting anybody pregnant.

Guess my luck had run out. I wanted to say that the child probably wasn’t mine but as much as we had sex, I knew it was at least a possibility.

Misha lived with her sister and teenage niece.

I didn’t even know if she was home, but I was about to find out.

Pulling up in front of the house, I spotted her black Nissan, and I texted her and told her to come outside.

Thirty seconds later, Misha opened the door with dipped brows.

I had never popped up on her before, and I knew she was wondering why I was there. She walked out to the car and got in.

“Hey.” I could hear the skepticism in her voice.

“You pregnant?” There was no need to beat around the bush or play games.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Misha chuckled angrily. “Wow. That bitch just couldn’t keep it to herself, huh? I was going to tell you,” Misha stared straight ahead.

“When? ‘Cus if it’s supposed to be mine, telling Lonna and not me is weird.”

Misha’s head whipped in my direction. “ Supposed to be? It is yours. I haven’t had sex with anybody else.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I waved the comment off. “That’s what you’re supposed to say. How much is an abortion, G?”

Misha stared at me like I was speaking a language that she didn’t understand. I knew the theatrics were coming, so I pinched the bridge of my nose and attempted to prepare myself mentally. “How do you know that’s what I want to do?”

“Oh, so you want to be a single mother ‘cus that’s what you gon’ be. I don’t want kids right now. I damn sure don’t want kids with someone that I got pregnant during a threesome.”

Misha drew back. “Oh, so I’m not good enough to have a child with, but I’m good enough to have a threesome with?”

“You and Lonna begged for this shit. I never asked for a threesome, but I damn sure wasn’t going to turn it down. I don’t want a baby, and I’m not changing my mind about it.”

“You didn’t know that when you came in me? Don’t you know how babies are made?”

“I’m not going back and forth with you. Get out my car.”

Misha got out of my car and when she slammed the door, it took everything in me not to go snatch her back.

She could be angry all she wanted to. It wasn’t going to change anything.

I had to go home, so I could get dressed and go pick Wonder up.

I had done some digging, and I knew that Drew had a baby on the way.

Even if he and Wonder were broken up, I knew he wouldn’t like seeing her with me.

I wanted to rub him the wrong way. I wanted him to start spreading lies about me the way he did Eric, or even say something to me so I could have a reason to put a bullet between his eyes.

If Eric was still alive, Drew would damn sure have to pay for going around telling people he was a snitch but not having any proof to back it.

Eric wasn’t around, but I was gon’ fuck with Drew until I got tired.

Or until he made me kill him because I wasn’t worried about him killing me.

I didn’t think I was invincible, there was just no part of me that feared the next man.

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and rolled three blunts.

One to smoke in the car and two for later on.

Most clubs were cracking down on people smoking inside, but Allure was a cool lil’ hood spot, and the manager didn’t care if we smoked blunts in the VIP sections.

Lonna and Misha were out of the question, so my mind began to wander about who I could hit up after the club for some pussy.

I was going to make Wonder spend the night at my crib, but I wasn’t going to try and sleep with her.

In fact, she was going to sleep in the spare bedroom.

I might have been blackmailing her to act like we were messing around, but rape wasn’t even my thing.

I didn’t have to force a soul to have sex with me.

I wanted to keep her close, but that wouldn’t stop me from getting my rocks off.

And I wasn’t leaving her at my crib unattended, so whoever I brought home would have to be someone that I trusted.

Lonna and Misha had never even been to my crib.

I snorted as I lit the blunt. Misha’s ass thought I wanted to have a kid with her when I didn’t even trust her enough to give her my address.

Before heading out to my garage, I texted Wonder that I was on my way and to pack an overnight bag.

By the time I typed her address into my GPS, she hadn’t responded back, and I grinned.

Shorty hated my guts. When she wasn’t acting scared, she was eyeing me like she wanted to slap the taste out of my mouth.

She was fine as hell, and I didn’t put my hands on women, but I would never advise her or anyone else to slap me.

Wonder was also nice with wrapping cars.

She had me thinking about getting my Range Rover wrapped. I wouldn’t dare wrap my Benz or my BMW.

Wonder never responded to my text message and as I neared her apartment building, the thought crossed my mind that she might not be home.

Pulling into a parking space, I shook my head at her stubborn ass behavior.

I had the upper hand, so her challenging me was only going to be a waste of time.

I didn’t snitch, and I didn’t fuck with snitches, but if she ever got the notion to run her mouth about what she saw, I’d let her go down for the crime before I went.

I had no desire to get her locked up. As long as she kept her mouth shut, we’d be good.

If she knew how close she came to me shooting her, she’d be a little more appreciative.

I called Wonder and pulled from the blunt as the line trilled. “Hello?” she answered on the fourth ring in a dry tone.

“Are you at home?”

“Yes.”

“So, you didn’t see my text message?”

“I saw it. Are you here?” she snapped, and I closed my eyes in an effort to stay calm. Shorty was going to push my buttons for sure.

“I’m here,” was all I said and ended the call.

Hitting the last of the blunt, I kept my eyes on her building.

I blew the weed smoke out of my nostrils as Wonder sauntered out of her building with a mean switch in her hips and a scowl on her face.

Damn. Shorty was bad. She no longer had a bob, and even though it was dark, the lights in the parking lot made her long blonde weave visible.

It was so long, it hung past her ass. Wonder had on black spandex shorts with lace around the bottom, and a black sports bra type shirt.

On her feet were black motorcycle-like boots, and gold chains were draped around her neck and hung down into her cleavage.

Her breasts looked like a good C cup. Licking my lips, I took in her full glossed lips and her long lash extensions. Got damn.