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KIMMIE

“Y ou sure you don’t want to come to this party with me, sis?” Claudia asked as I rolled my eyes at the sight in front of me.

“Yeah, I’ma just stay in the house tonight.”

“Why you sound so down? You coo? You must have company or gotta work, that’s the only reason I can see you not wanting to go out.”

“And do,” I laughed.

“What, you gotta work?”

“I have company, for now.”

“Funk you mean, ‘for now’?” Jaysun, this guy I had been messing around with for the past four months, huffed.

“Oh, I hear him.”

“Yep,” I responded as Jaysun was sitting across from me looking at me funny.

“Are y’all official yet?”

“He wanna be but no, not yet.”

“Who you talking to? Y’all talking ‘bout me?” Jaysun asked but I ignored him.

“Well, I’m about to head out. I feel like tonight is the night I meet my soulmate.”

“Sis, I’m not ‘bout to do this with you for real. You say that shit every time you go out,” I chuckled. “That’s hilarious.”

“You can joke all you want; just know you’ll be the first to meet him.”

“Bet. I’ll be waiting.”

I finished my call with Claudia then looked up at Jaysun who was sealing his blunt. I was so annoyed, and it took everything in me not to call Claudia back to tell her to come scoop me. These past five years I have moved up in my dad’s company to the point where he was grooming me to one day take over now that he was tossing around the idea of wanting to retire. I pretty much had it all; a fye ass condo that overlooked Lake Michigan and the skyline, commas in my bank account and my dream car, but some good, consistent dick was damn near impossible to find.

Even though Jaysun and I were technically not in a relationship, we were fucking and on a pretty consistent basis since we met. Jaysun was the owner of a dispensary, which was where we met and that night I told him that I was not in a relationship but that I occasionally dated, and he told me that he was pretty much living the same life that I was. Shit sounded pretty wonderful to me, so much so that the night we met we fucked in his back office. Although we agreed that we were not boyfriend and girlfriend, as for sex it had become pretty exclusive between us.

The sex was decent and what actually got us to where we are today. When we first met his slick mouth and swag was what drew me in and obviously, didn’t take long for us to become intimate. The sexual chemistry between us was undeniable and unavoidable, then out the blue things started to change.

His pattern switched and he would go ghost for days, and now as of lately it’s been weeks at a time. His reason was always work and I was cool with it at first because of the type of work he did, because I too was pretty busy with work. Jaysun was very flashy, liked attention, loved expensive things, and liked to spend money, that’s just who he was. I tell him he looks like Offset and trying to be like him lifestyle wise not rapping wise cause Jaysun could barely hold a beat.

His new thing now was he had replaced spending time with me with extravagant gifts. Every time we’d get into an argument, he’d blow me off, or he’d leave me with a wet ass cause his sex had declined. He’d show up bearing something beautiful, amazing and of course expensive then all would be forgiven, until the next time.

I seriously couldn’t help but feel like my chest was about to explode cause I couldn’t figure out how I got here with him. I had always been the straight up, don’t take shit from a nigga type of girl but Jaysun for some reason had this hold on me. I couldn’t continue to hide my frustrations with him, but I couldn’t prove that he was doing anything even though I had a strong inclination that he was for the streets more than what he wanted to admit.

I never had a female approach me on any blasé blah, yet nowadays you just couldn’t trust a nigga. I just didn’t like to be made to feel like I was being swerved or played. Jaysun had become a handful, hell to argue with because he always got his point across but never wanted to hear me out, and the sex was now a whole other story.

“Fuck wrong witchu?” Jaysun toked from his blunt then glanced over at me waiting for my response.

“Shit. Chillin’.” I nonchalantly stated, as I looked at him with a blank expression.

The cloud of smoke circulating his face was so thick I could barely see his eyes. He passed the blunt to me and I took a couple of hits then handed it back to him.

“Why you so tight? You need to loosen the fuck up. You was on the phone talking slick.”

“I’m good and wasn’t nobody talking ‘bout you.”

“If tension ‘bout to be high, I’m out. Speak what’s on yo chest, real shit.” Jaysun huffed.

“This the third time you blew me off Jaysun and it was my birthday weekend. I could’ve made other plans, but my day was ruined because you moved funny. Then you send me this big, extravagant gift like that’s supposed to make it better, now you pop up like it’s nothing, so noted.”

“I ain’t blow off a muthafuckin’ thing. I had shit to handle out of town, you knew that shit. Fuck you still trippin’ fah that shit was weeks ago. You make a nigga wanna stay the fuck from round yo ass with allat goofy ass shit.”

“Who the hell you talking too?” I screeched, taken back by his audacity.

“You mothafucka! I get I wasn’t here, but I brought yo punk ass that expensive ass car and had that mothafucka delivered on your birthday. Fuck is you even talkin’ ‘bout.”

“And you came back to town but just now coming to see me.” I rolled my eyes.

“Could it be yo attitude?”

Guilty By Suspicion by Donell Jones started playing from his cell phone just when I was about to tell his narrow ass he could leave.

“If innocence is my plea, then why can’t you trust in me?” Jaysun sang as he jumped up from the couch and started dancing to the song. He was acting like he was Donell Jones begging for forgiveness in a video. “You don’t wanna know where I’ve been. The answer to the question could be the end.”

As he was singing along to the song, he was right. Maybe I needed to let it go, he missed my birthday, I got a car, the end. Hell, it wasn’t like he did it on purpose. It would take a strong female to be with a nigga like Jaysun. Females always claimed they wanted a nigga whose money was long, dick good, and liked to talk that nasty shit not knowing the strength it took to maintain. If you were the type of female who enjoyed spending one on one with your dude, Jaysun wasn’t the guy for you. I wasn’t looking for the one on one, although it would’ve been nice. I just didn’t appreciate being made to feel not important and played with.

Every time he walked in my face and tried to kiss me I pushed him back with an attitude. The goal was to give him hell just to put a lil razzle dazzle on the petty, even though all was now forgiven. Hell, I got a brand new, paid for Alfa Romero Giulia to compliment the Genesis G70 that I purchased for myself.

“You know I’m sorry, baby.” Jaysun grabbed my hips and grinded against me. “I wanted to be here for your day, you know that right? I never want to make you feel like I don’t fuck with you like that. I’m not out here just buying cars for females like that.”

“And if you were that’s yo business,” I rebutted.

He tried kissing me again, but I turned my face, and his lips landed on my cheek.

“Stop pushin’ me away witcho mean ass.”

The scent of his Jean Paul Gaultier cologne engulfed me, and when he grabbed my ass, I gave in a little and relished in the attention that he was giving me. I had missed him and truly hoped that a freak nasty make-up session was about to pop off cause hell, it was sho nuff long overdue.

“Boy, you just as mean, if not meaner. That slick mouth was about to get you put out.”

“If you put me out, I’m not comin’ back.”

He grabbed my crotch then licked my lips. I was wearing a pair of boy shorts with a cropped tank top that showed off a little under boob. He was eye fucking me getting me all hot and bothered. I was in full sex deprivation mode and needed some hardcore loving so I could release.

“We both know you don’t want that,” he continued to taunt, glaring into my eyes so seductively he had me ready to beg him to stay if he were to turn toward the door to leave.

Instead of leaving, he moved my shorts to the side then slid one of his fingers into my moist folds, causing a sensation so sweet to rip through my lady parts so strong, I had to bite my bottom lip as I moaned into his ear to keep from howling.

It had almost been a few weeks since we last had good, back-breaking sex, and even if I wanted him to stop, my body wouldn’t allow me to stop him. We went from heading to my bedroom and removing our clothes, to me being on my back and him crunch munchin’ on my snatch. As I laid back and got ready to brace myself for that long-awaited sensation to come, I prayed that he would finish what he started.