Page 53 of Session 25

“I- I needed this,” she cried out, pushing my face deeper in between her legs, grinding faster and cumming harder than expected. Rae must have been sex deprived or just as excited as I was because she wasted no time in letting go of the nut she was holding. I didn’t move.

“Koi, no, we can’t.” I wasn’t finished with her, but I also knew we were on limited time. She was pushing me away, against my will.

“You’re lucky.” I stood up. “You’re so lucky.” I bit my bottom lip.

“Good, let me clean myself up. I have a client after you, girl.” She smirked. “Whew, Chile.” She got up from her desk, fanning herself. “Let’s go.”

I followed her to the bathroom where we both cleaned up before I turned to leave.

“Have a good rest of your day,” I kissed her lips and left just as quietly as I came.

I didn’t know what the fuck had come over me, but I was loving it. I slid into my driver's seat, feeling like the bad bitch I was. Rae had already sent me a message that she wanted us to go out. If my plan hadn’t worked out perfectly, I planned to block her number and find a new therapist, but since I knew I had put it down, I was looking forward to us linking up.

“Hello?” I answered the unknown caller in an irritated tone. My good mood was easily turned off.

“Koi, Koi don’t hang up, please.” I couldn’t believe Rika had the nerve to call my phone. This bitch was trippin’.

“What the fuck do you want?” I didn’t hide the malice in my voice. “And hurry the fuck up!” I snapped my fingers as if she could see me.

“Marcel was locked up, and I didn’t go get him. I tried calling his phone to see if he ever got out, but it’s going straight to voicemail. I was wondering if you knew anything about this. We have a child-”

“I don’t give a fuck if y’all shared a kidney. Don’t ever call my phone looking for Marcel. That’s ya’ baby daddy, not mine,” I scoffed. “The grass ain’t greener on the other side, huh? Yea, that’s what happens when a bird brain bitch gets pregnant by a nigga that don’t want her.”

“I know,” she cried into the phone. “I’m just worried, that’s all.”

“Bitch is you dumb? Worried? That nigga doesn’t give a damn about you, so take your worrisome ass on somewhere and go be a mother.”

“Koi, I’m sorry. I fucked up! I know it, but he is MJ’s father.” My jaw clenched, and my heart sank to the pit of my stomach.

“You named him after Marcel?”

“It’s his first son. So why not make him a junior?” I hit the end button so fast on my phone. Whatever plans I had for the afternoon were canceled. I sped off in the direction of Yonkers. Marcel and Rika had played in my face for the last time.

Marcel opened the door swiftly. “Wassup ma?” was all he said before my hand came across his face. He was caught off guard, stumbling backward into the apartment.

“A junior? You let that bitch name her son after you?” I was livid and seeing red. My chest heaved up and down as I rushed in his direction, unleashing a barrage of slaps against his bare chest.

“Koi, Koi!” He yelled out. “Stop hitting me. Damn.” He grabbed hold of my swinging arms, pulling me into his chest. “Stop, fuck!”

“Stop? Nigga you are stupid! And I’m just as stupid for dropping charges and letting you get out of jail!” By now the tears that threatened to fall were sliding down my face. “I fucking hate you!” I tried to break free of his grasp. “Get the fuck off of me!”

“You out here fucking and sucking a new nigga, but you wanna beat my ass for something I couldn’t control? You can control spreading your legs to the next nigga!” It was as if a switch went off in my head.

“Nigga fuck you! Yep, I’m sucking and fucking a new dude, one who ain’t playing about me. One who be making me forget your stupid ass ever existed. Matter of fact, forget about him. What my girl bae does for me; you never stood a chance!”

“What?” I know he heard every word I said because when I mentioned a girl, Marcel’s eyes widened in shock. “A woman? You fucking a woman?”

“And I do it well too.” I smacked my lips. Marcel pushed me back so hard that I flipped over the end table I used to be familiar with. “Stupid!” I popped up from the floor, rubbing my back,

“I should kill you! So, what you gay now? That’s how the fuck you moving?”

“Don’t ask me shit,” I yelled at him. “I’m leaving, and you can have your gun too.” Marcel knocking me over the table had me livid. He didn’t put his hands on me, but this was as close to it as he got.

While he tried to talk to me about it, I ignored him. Not only did I hurt my back, but I also hit my damn head, causing a headache to begin.

I should have known that coming this way was gonna only make things worse, but Rika had gotten under my skin. Why the fuck she felt the need to name her son after the nigga she fucked that belonged to me had just landed her ass on a first class flight to hell.

Part of me wanted to go to Mott Haven and kick her ass again, but she liked to call the cops. Things were working out for me, and I didn’t need the setback.