Page 27 of Maybe I’m the Problem

Her ass was fired up but she couldn’t do shit in here. Now, if we were outside, she probably would’ve tried to jump on me. Don’t argue with me because I’ll have you feeling like a piece of shit. And, if she thought I was going to stop fucking with Law, she had the world and the unborn baby fucked up. I know my position; she needed to learn hers.

“You real funny, but I’ll have the last laugh.”

I waved her ass off and walked to the shampoo bowl. She could stand there in her feelings and shit if she wanted to. Just because she came up here showing out, I was going to fuck her nigga tonight.

“Girl. now you know bitches like that be with the shits about their nigga. Don’t you think you need to leave him alone?”

“I will when I get ready to. Until then, she can sit her ass down and wait. He ain’t telling her we fucking around. She snooping and finding stuff. Law has made it clear to me since she been back that he’s not leaving her and not fucking up his family. I’m not ready to give up my spot right now.”

“What you getting out of it besides some dick and head?”

“Nah, he ain’t giving out head but he giving out grade A beef though. He got a nice bankroll on him too. I’m not losing any sleep because he ain’t my nigga. I’m getting the same benefits as her.”

“Just be safe. Any nigga with good could turn a good girl cold.”

Everyone could think and feel how they wanted. Law and I had our situation under control. We were only there to give each other satisfaction and that’s it. Neither of our feelings were involved.

Trey was really starting to get on my damn nerves. I drove my ass all the way to Atlanta to get him a few weeks ago, and now he was back in jail today. I’m not sure what the hell he had going on, but I was not about to let him fuck up my night with Law. I hit the ignore button as I bent over to twerk my ass as Law popped a rubber band and let the money rain down on my ass cheeks.

I smiled as I watched the fifties and hundreds hit the floor. Occasionally, his hands would explore my body while I danced. He was sitting there looking fine as hell in his grey sweat pants on with a plain white t-shirt. If I wanted to be funny, I would hurt Summer’s feelings but instead, I was about to roll this condom down on her nigga and ride his ass until his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

With my back to him, I slapped my ass down on his groin as Summer’s face came on his phone. I reached and grabbed his phone without losing my stride and handed him his phone. He answered while I continued to ride.

“What’s up, baby?”

I went in a little harder to make his ass moan but he punched in spine that sent a pain all the way down my legs.

“I’m chilling, why you tripping? I’m not about to FaceTime you, Summer. Don’t start that crazy shit.”

She must have hung up because Law pushed me off of him and rushed to go to the bathroom. Summer was Facetiming him as soon as he closed the door. I sat on my sofa and waited until he was finished telling her a damn lie. All the bathrooms in my house were decorated in pink, so if she was smart and looked at his background, she’ll know where he was at.

Law came out the bathroom grabbing all his stuff. I was thinking we were going to finish what we started. Summer must have really been tripping for him to go because he usually ate and showered before he left.

“I’ll holla at you next time.”

“You can’t finish?”

“When my girl calls, I’m out. Fuck you want me to do, get caught?”

Before I could answer, his fine ass was out the door.

20. SUMMER

Taking the tire iron, I busted the windows out of Pinkie’s pink Range Rover. Now see, I wasn’t going to show my ass, but last week the hoe got smart at the mouth when she saw me. I told her ass not to try me so the only way to get to a bitch like her is get in her pockets. She parked in the parking lot of Bed, Bath and Beyond. With all the energy I had, I swung it at her front windshield and shattered it. I hit it again until the whole windshield caved in.

All that playing baseball helped me out because now I was out of breath and could barely make it to my car. As I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home, Law was calling my phone but I was still trying to breathe. I grabbed the bottled water out of my cup holder as I hit the talk button.

“Summer where the fuck you at?”

“I’m heading home why?”

“Okay, so where you coming from?”

Silence.

“Muthafucka did you hear me ask you a question?”

“I was coming from the store why?”