So Gone (11 page)

“I’ma call ‘em.
Just let my shit go, and I got you,” I promised, though I didn’t mean a word of
it. That would be dumb as hell for me to call Mika and Luscious and put them on
loud speaker for Mo’ to hear me cut them off. Man, she had me confused wit’
that whack ass nigga she was tryna hook up wit’ for dinner before I showed up
and shut that shit down.

“I’m not playing,
Blunt, you better call ‘em,” repeated Mo’ releasing the balls.

As soon as she let
go, I snatched her ass by the front of her dress and pulled her into the tub of
water.

“Ah, you’re getting
me wet,” she cried with a soaked dress. Her hair was drippin’ wet wit’ bath
water.

“I should drown yo’
ass,” I threatened. “You betta be glad I love you the way that I do.” I pulled
her in my arms and tried to put my lips on her. She swung at me and turned her
face away from mine.

“I don’t want your
lips on me ‘cause ain’t no telling where they’ve been,” she accused, pummeling
my chest wit’ both fist. “You’re either going to call those bitches or I’m done
with your black ass. I’m fed up with your shit.”

I pinned her arms
to her sides and pressed my naked chest against hers. Her nipple prints were
pokin’ through her clothing. I stood up, lifted her up wit’ me, and roughly
pressed her back against the wall. I sucked on her neck while I lifted her
dress and slid a hand up her thigh. “Stop, Blunt!” she protested.

 I ignored her and
traced the folds of her wet slit. “I asked you…to…stop.” Her voice was becoming
faint, so I knew that she was becoming weak to my touch. I ripped her dress
open down the center and sucked her ta ta’s wit’ a hunger that was almost
animalistic in its intensity.

“Please, Blunt,
don't.”

 I ignored her once
again. I took her hand and wrapped it around my engorged muscle. When Mo’ felt
my length and width, and its granite-like hardness, a moan escaped from her
throat. I lifted one of her legs up, wrapped it around my waist, and slid my
hardness deep inside her pussy. I grinded inside of her slow and hard until she
grinded back in rhythm.

“Damn, Bae, yo’
pussy is my weakness,” I whispered in her ear as I hit the bottom.

“Ooh, Blunt, you’re
turning me on talking like that,” she muttered and bit down on her bottom lip.
Her pussy gripped my manhood like a glove.

“I’m fa real. I’ll
kill you if you give this shit away. You hear me?” I penetrated in and out in
long strokes and heard the lovely sound of her sopping wetness with each
thrust.

“I hear your crazy
ass.” She laughed and moaned simultaneously.

“Yeah, when it
comes to you I’m crazy. Crazy like that glue.” I looked deep into her eyes and
said, “You almost got that mothafucka murked tonight. If you ever creep out on
me, I’ma body a whole bunch of shit. This pussy is mine, these pretty ass
titties mine, and this ass is mine. Even yo’ ugly ass toes belong to me,” I
kidded.

“Boy, you know my
toes aren’t ugly.” She giggled. Hearing her laugh let me kno’ that she was
still putty in my hands.

“Nah, they not
ugly, Boo. Everything ‘bout my baby is beautiful. Now grind on this dick and
promise me that you’ll never give this pussy away.”

Mo’ followed my command
and ten minutes later her eyes rolled to the back of her head as an orgasm the
size of Mount Everest ‘caused her to fall out in my arms. When she got herself
together, she was in bed.

I called downstairs
and had a bowl of Mo's favorite, mint ice cream, delivered to our suite.

When it arrived,
she laid her head on my chest as I spoon-fed her. “Ummm. You can be so sweet,
but I’m still mad at you,” she reminded me.

I leaned over and
covered her mouth wit’ a kiss.

“Shhh. Let’s not
even discuss that. Just trust me to handle it once and for all. I don’t ever
want to lose you so I’m about to get right,” I promised for the umpteenth time
since we’d been together.

“This is your final
chance, Blunt, and I mean it,” she declared.

And reindeers
really can fly
,
I said to myself. I had heard all of those threats before. I didn’t have no
worries. Baby Girl couldn’t let go. 

I was determined to
change Blunt. I kept hoping that one day he would become the man I wanted him
to be. All of the old and bad choices that he had made were irrelevant. I tried
not to let his bad habits faze me, but it was hard. I don’t think Blunt ever
believed that I would walk away from him. To be honest, sometimes neither did
I. 

I could have easily
found another man, but I couldn’t help who I had fallen in love with. In a
twisted way, Blunt’s craziness that night turned me on. I convinced myself that
he had to love me if he was willing to kill in order to keep me.

“That’s stupid,” I
admonished myself, but the thought would not dissipate. The way he held me was
food for my soul.

In a voice heavy
with sincerity, he said, “Baby, I know that I have fucked up a lot. I’ve lied,
cheated, and betrayed your trust over and over again. Honestly, I don’t kno’
why you keep giving me chances . . . you must really love me.”

“I do, Blunt,” I
pledged.

“Yeah, baby girl,
you’ve proven that,” he acknowledged.

“Well, if you know
how much I love you, why do you continue to search for someone else?”

He seemed to
contemplate the question before answering. Then he said, “Just giving it to you
gully, Mo’. I think I’ve done that because deep down I don’t feel like I
deserve you. I keep thinkin’ that you’re gonna up and leave a nigga one day,
and I don’t want to get caught without someone to fall back on.”

“Blunt, that’s
silly. You have to stop thinking like that, or you’re going to push me away.
Don’t you ever think that I get tired of crying and being made a fool of?”

I was cuddled in
his arms on the verge of crying again. He lifted my chin up and gently placed
soft kisses all over my face. His touch was an aphrodisiac that reached down to
the core of my soul. Loving him felt so good . . . and so bad.

Blunt read my heart
like an open book. “Baby, do you think that I meant to hurt you?” he asked as
he looked down into my face and stared into my eyes.

I let out a long
sigh. “No, I don’t think that you intentionally tried to hurt me, but you
should know that lies hurt more than the truth.”

“I feel you. No
more games, Mo. I’m through wit’ the bullshit. I’m gon’ start back keepin’ a
smile on your face.” He kissed the center of my forehead.

“All I
ask is that you be honest with me. I can forgive the past, but you have to do
better
in the future,
” I said.

“I
will, baby girl.
That's on er'thing. And now that everything is out in the open, I want you to
be a part of all of my kids’ lives.
”

I considered what
he was asking of me. It was probably the grownup thing to do, but at the time,
I was still in my feelings and could not be around the children without getting
upset with Blunt all over again. I explained that to him as gently as I knew
how.

“Okay, baby,” he
replied.

“Just
give it time,” I suggested.

Neither of us spoke
another word. We just held each other and became lost in our own thoughts.

Minutes later,
Blunt was knocked out, sleeping like a newborn baby with a pacifier. I eased
out of bed and grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand. I had a call to make,
and it could not wait any longer.

I tiptoed to the
bathroom and closed the door. Then, I called Fabian to apologize for Blunt's
actions. I rocked my leg nervously as the phone rang. Finally, he answered. As
expected, his tone was not friendly.

"Fabian, I owe
you an apology. Had I --- "

"Fuck an
apology, Mo',” he cut me off. "I'ma show that nigga I'm not soft!"
The line hung up.

Leesha's number
flashed on the screen beckoning me to answer. I accepted the call and prepared
myself to hear an earful.

“Girl, I’ve been
blowing you up. Are you okay?”

“I’m doing fine. I
won’t be coming home tonight so don’t wait up,” I whispered.

“Dang, Bitch you
must be getting yo’ needle threaded?”

“Yeah, something
like that.” I sat on the side of the Jacuzzi and crossed my leg.

“Chile, I didn’t
kno’ you were somewhere shaking up the sheets. You let Fabian hit that?” I
could picture her pressing the phone to her ear smiling and hoping to hear a
mouthful.

“Bye, Leesha.” I
shook my head because she was all up in mine. I didn’t want to tell her I was
with Blunt.

“Okay, I’ll be here
when you get here, whenever that is.”
She snickered.

“See you in the
morning, Cuz,” I said, feeling deceitful.

We said our
goodbyes, and I raced back into the room with Blunt. I crawled back into bed
and laid on his chest. I thought about telling him what Fabian had said, but he
would have gotten upset with me for calling him. So I decided to remain quiet
and hope that it would all go away.

The rest of the
day, we enjoyed each other’s company along with the room service that we
ordered. The food was delicious, and I hadn’t been that happy in Blunt’s
presence in a long time. I crossed my fingers and prayed that he was finally
going to do right.

The next morning me
and Mo’ rolled out about ten o’clock. She dropped me off at the Olive Garden
where my car was parked and dipped out.

As I was pulling
out of the parking lot, my cell phone rang. “Sup?” I answered behind the wheel.

“Damn, Fam, you
ain’t gon’ break bread wit’ me for setting up that lick?” asked Deuce speaking
in regards to the thing wit’ Millionaire.

“Yeah, I got you,
my guy. Let me get back to you in a coupla days,” I said as a call from
Chunuchi came through.

“Aight. Holla at ya
boy,” he said.

“Fa
sho'.”

I ended the call
and clicked over to Chunuchi. “Yeah.
”
My
attitude was real foul.

“I’m gon’ need you
to come get Devin so I can run to this job interview. I’m tryna get a higher
paying job. My other kids are wit’ their daddies.”

“Bitch, you ain’t
gotta go to no fuckin’ job interview. You just wanna run behind some nigga.
Prob’ly that bitch nigga, Fatal,” I snapped.

Chunuchi sucked her
teeth and replied, “Boy, I don’t have to lie about nothing like that.”

“Hoe, you will lie
about what color panties you got on.”

“No, I wouldn’t
‘cause I don’t wear panties. This pussy too good to be smothered. You better
remember!”

“What I remember is
that yo’ coochie was sorry as hell. If I hadn’t been drunk, I wouldna got a
nut.”

“What . . . eva.
Nigga, you kno’ this stuff had you talking in yo’ damn sleep, so don’t even
front. Anyway, you coming to get Devin or what?”

“Yeah, I’ll be
through to get him in an hour or so. Don’t worry, you’ll get a chance to let
some niggas run a train on yo’ ass.” I hung up before she could respond.

I put in a Jeezy CD
and bumped that until I pulled up in Luscious’ driveway. I killed the engine,
got out, and used the remote to turn on the car alarm.

“
Get the baby ready,
I’ma keep her for the weekend,” I announced when Luscious let me in.

“
Oh, you can’t even
say hello?” She snaked her neck, getting all up close to me in hot-pink booty
shorts and a white baby tee.

“Why
you all in my space?” I gritted.

“Ebony is sleepin’.
Can we make up? I need some real bad; my stuff been tingling all day.” She
reached out and touched my crotch. Then she leaned in closer.

I mushed her face
when she tried to kiss me. “Shawdy, you got me twisted! I’m not fuckin’ wit’
you like that no more. From now on, our dealing is gonna be about my daughter,
nothing else.”

She stepped back
and placed her hands on her hips, and rolled her neck again. “Well, what about the
lick I’m working on for you? It’s almost set up.”

I peeped game, she
was trying to hold on to me by appealing to a nigga's greed. I was greedy but
not mothafuckin'
needy
.

“Fuck that lick.
I’m good,” I spat.

“Daddy, don’t be
like that. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting, but it’s your fault. You
shouldn’t have me all crazy about your ass.” She placed the palm of her hand on
my chest and gently massaged it.

I knocked her grimy
ass dick jacker off of me, and snarled, “Whatever, man. You too much drama; you
don’t kno’ how to play yo’ position.
”

“Blunt,
I swear I won't act up again. Just give me one more chance, Daddy. Please?” she
begged, looking at me like she was ready to fuck my back out. But I wasn't
going - - not for the pussy trap.