Page 20 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
As she sat on my lap, I found a sense of being content more than I had in a while. Her presence was cold but warm at the same time. Those I engaged with from time to time would tell me the same thing. This was me finally seeing what they meant by it. Clover was a vibe believe it or not.
Her slim, thick frame rested on me with ease. The fragrance she chose to coat her body in was one I wouldn’t mind lingering. It smelled rich which meant it held quality. At least I knew she had good taste. The dress she wore accentuated her curves showing off her even toned skin. I was satisfied with everything about this woman. Knowing the pussy wasgoldenas she put it, I could sleep comfortably.
“I planned on it,” I finally responded followed by a sly grin. “Pour us a shot.”
“Nope! It’s clear you don’t know how to handle yo’ liquor. You marry bitches just because they pussy good. I ain’t trying to pour nobody sins but my own and to be frank, I ain’t trying to drink with you, kick it with you, none of that.”
Her response caused me to erupt with laughter. Marrying bitches just cause they pussy good was crazy work. I married one chick, and her pussy was more than good. That shit was phenomenal… memorable.
“My sins are mine to deal with baby. Pour the fuckin’ shot, Mercedees.” It seemed like the only time she heard a nigga was when I was assertive.
I was an observant man, so it wasn’t hard to miss the alpha in her. She was used to bossing niggas around and making them eat out the palm of her hand. A nigga planned on doing the same thing, but when it was earned, not a second before.
Exhaling deeply, she leaned forward and poured us both up a shot of Azul. Handing mine over, she clapped hers with mine, then threw it back without hesitation. Baby ain’t make one face after she gulped that shit. I couldn’t help but smile. She was a real OG.
“Happy birthday, Arion.”
“Happy birthday, Mrs. Greek,” I said before following suit. “I get a birthday dance, right?” I questioned just to see if she was gon’ really unwind and enjoy herself.
“Who the fuck I look like, Arion?” she questioned with attitude.
Chuckling, I replied with the only thing that mattered. “My fuckin’ wife. You seem to think a nigga always treating you like a hoe, which means you must get down like one. What the fuck you be on, Clover?”
My response offended her. I could tell by the way her face scrunched up seconds after I finished. I was a nigga that prided himself on having one in a lifetime shit, that included my fuckin’woman. If she was on some hoe shit, that was ‘bout to turn a nigga all the way the fuck off. Common pussy had too many bodies for me.
Before I could finish my sentence good, she was on her feet smacking fire from my ass. Gripping my jaw, I catered to the sting from the hit I just took while she screamed to the top of her lungs. “Who the fuck is a hoe nigga? This ain’t community pussy and never will be. Whatever kind of bitch you used to fuckin’ with ain’t me!”
She took steps to walk away, and I was on her ass like white on rice. In the blink of an eye, we’d switched positions and now it was me hovering over her body with a hand to her neck squeezing lightly. The look she gave me was one that teetered along the lines of fear and nigga I wish the fuck you would. It was pleasing to see she had some confidence and wasn’t all talk no bite.
“I will give you the respect you deserve, but if you ever hit me again… Act like a fuckin’ lady, aight? Nah, better yet, act like a fuckin’ Greek. I’d hate to have to show you how disrespectful I can get. If you feel some kind of way, use yo’ words like a big girl. Hitting me gon’ get yo’ pretty ass in some serious trouble. I’ll give you whatever you ask me for plus more, but I refuse to deal with a broad that thinks putting her hands on men is right,” I warned her.
“So, you can call me a hoe, but I can’t defend myself? What kind of shit is that?” she countered.
“You better do it every single time somebody come at you crazy too. However, I didn’t say shit to offend you. I spoke on yo’ actions, and why you so fuckin’ hostile about everything. I asked what you was on ‘cause a nigga don’t know shit but what you showing. Sharing a birthday with yo’ wife is once in a lifetime so why not make the most of it. Asking for a birthday dance wasto lighten the mood, not create this weird ass vibe. Relax, drink with yo’ man, and get yo’ ass ate later. How fuckin’ hard is that?”
Rolling her eyes, I pulled her up to her feet and wrapped my arms around her waist. She smelled damned good so planting my face in her neck was something I planned on doing throughout the night.
“It’s very hard nigga, I don’t know you. But… I’m trying to move pass that shit since we’re married and all.”
“You got all night for that. What? Being ‘round these folk too much for you? You prefer to give a nigga that dance in private?” I inquired. I was all for relocating.
“Actually, I do. We can stay in the club, just not here. I’m overstimulated and you ain’t making it no better. Also, I can’t hear myself think right now,” she said finally removing herself from my embrace.
Intertwining her hand with mine, she grabbed a bottle of Azul and began to usher us out the section. I had to halt her steps and let her know what it was. Pulling her back to me, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I got eyes on me at all times. Don’t make them close yours, aight?”
She nodded as an evil laugh erupted in her throat. “I don’t need to get you alone to put you down. You underestimate me baby and I need you to realize who you fuckin’ with.”
With that, she continued to lead me away from the others. In this very moment, I needed Ashaun to lock the fuck in. The least I wanted this nigga to do was try and stop Clover from taking me anywhere. He was too busy taking shots off one of them busted ass hoes titties. He was too gullible for these bottom feeders and that low key pissed me off.
“Hold up wifey,” I said letting go of her hand. I took a few steps back and slapped Shaun across the head causing him to choke on his shot.
“What the fuck you hit me for, Scar? I’m tired of you putting yo’ hands on me!” he shouted standing to his feet. We were face to face and he was displaying a lil’ anger. I really ain’t give a fuck ‘cause at the end of the day, he couldn’t whoop my ass.
“Once again, yo’ priorities are fucked up. Nigga, did you not just see Clover walking me up out of here? Why the fuck you ain’t never doing yo’ job?”
“That’s yo’ wife. If you ain’t safe with her, then you need to give her that annulment she asking fa. Hit me again and watch me buss yo’ ass. Bitch ass nigga,” he snapped.
He was mushed as soon as he stopped talking. He knew the rules and regulations to this shit. “Muthafucka, I don’t give a fuck if it was my mama. You question everybody. Don’t make me say this shit again.”
