Page 21 of Bleu Belle’s Naughty Desire

“No problem.”

Bleu couldn’t get away from Madison and to her office to hide quick enough. She was hyperventilating by the time she shut her door behind her. The pain she felt as she clutched her chest was painful as fuck. She literally felt as though her heart was breaking in her chest. Her whole world appeared to be crumbling around her. Bleu was so hurt and furious with herself for not coming clean with Trey about her damn feelings. But after having her heart broken so many times in the past that she lost count, she was legit fucking terrified to love again. So much so that she was content with being single for the rest of her life. Hopping on a dick and walking away hours later had become her new fairytale. She’d always been able to walk away from a temporary fuck buddy or a one-night stand with her heart intact and undisturbed. Well, until now.

Unsure of what the fuck to do now, she called her cousin Cariyelle but was disappointed when she didn’t answer. Knowing she’d call back when she was free, Bleu nervously nibbled on the inside of her cheek as she decided on her next move. The thought crossed her mind to call Trey and let him know what had just transpired and to push for more information about him and Madison, but since he wasn’t her man, she told herself it wasn’t her place. So she shot the thought down before it could gain any real traction.

But she did plan to end their fake relationship as soon as she got off work. She knew this shit was a bad idea from jump, and she wished that she’d listened to her first mind. After hiding in her office for the next forty minutes, Bleu finally returned to work. She tried to drown her sadness in every task possible, but no matter what she did, pain pricked her until she bled. Finally, after seven long, grueling hours, Bleu was leaving work. She’d just slid behind the wheel of her ride when the dam holding her tears broke. Tears rushed down her cheeks.

“Aliccia and Cariyelle, y’all knew just what to say to get me together.” She mumbled through her tears.

Bleu’s tailspin of emotions hadn’t just come from her feelings about Trey and how she might lose him, but because this month was always an emotional one for her. Shaking her head, she grabbed a few tissues from her purse and blew her nose before she started her ride and drove to the general store.

Bleu’s original plan was to cook tonight, but while she was no longer in the mood, she still needed her lamb chops and all her snacks. So, she ran into Gabe’s General Store, purchased what she needed, walked across the street to the Stonewall pizza parlor, and grabbed a small pizza and wings. While waiting for her food, she decided to busy herself with a game of Ms. Pac-Man in the arcade area near the rear of the parlor. She was fully engrossed in the game when a loud popping sound and laughing to the left of her caught her attention.

“Well, what have we here? Is there trouble in paradise already?” Cassie asked as a smirk curled her lips. “I mean, there has to be. “Because why else would you be here on a Saturday night all alone without your man? Huh?”

“Cassie, not today, girl,” Bleu began, never taking her eyes off the game. “Believe whatever the fuck you want, but keep your fucking distance and leave me the fuck alone. I ain’t in the fucking mood. Go play in front of a semi-truck or two?”

Gurl bye. When have I ever given a fuck about your moods, Bleu?” Cassie chuckled as she tossed her long, flawless hair over her shoulders. “This is a public place. I came in here to get a pizza for my man, Rodney, and me, who is just outside smoking. See, unlike you, I have a real man. One who worships the ground I walk on. He caters to me and only has eyes for me. But you wouldn’t know anything about that. Thank God your pathetic ass left my brother alone. The last thing his stupid love-sick ass needed was you tainting his image anymore.”

“Okay, whatever you say with your jealous ass—but gon’ about your business while you still can. I’m warning you. “Now is not the time to start your shit,” Bleu warned one last time as she quietly repeated to herself to stay calm.

“I’m not going anywhere, Bleu,” Cassie frowned, placing a hand on her hip. “As I’ve stated, sweetheart. This is a public place, and I will say whatever the fuck I⁠—”

Before Cassie could say another word, Bleu whirled around and punched Cassie in the face, then two-pieced her up for good measure. She landed on the floor with a loud thud.

“What the fuck, you dumb miserable ass bitch!” Cassie cried as she held her bloody nose and mouth. “I’m so fucking sick of you putting your gotdamn hands on me. I’m pressing charges against you, you manly acting bitch!”

“I don’t give a fuck, Cassie. Do what the fuck you gotta do. Yo’ stupid ass should’ve listened, you dumb ass, jealous hoe,” Bleu chuckled as she stepped over her when her name was called for her pizza. “And by the way, I had Rodney’s Omari Hardwick-looking ass several times already. He’d drop your ass tomorrow if I gave him a chance. You’re lucky his dick is too small for me; otherwise, he’d be mine. But he can work that tongue real well. You must like the taste of my pussy too because until I got with my man, Rodney stayed begging to eat my pussy, and I let him every time.”

“You’re lying,” Cassie screamed as she slowly stood with tears in her eyes. She was more hurt at what Bleu had just revealed than she was at getting the shit punched out of her. “You’re just a lying bitch.”

Laughing, Bleu grabbed her food and headed out the door just as Rodney was headed inside.

“Oh yeah, watch this,” she whispered as she headed toward him. “Rodney?”

“Wassup, sexy?” he asked as he licked his lips and slowly looked her up and down. “What yo’ fine ass want?”

“Wanna eat my pussy and fuck me ‘til we pass out?” Bleu asked with a grin as she met his lusty gaze.

“Hell yeah, you know I love ya pussy. Tell me when, and I’m there.” He smiled before he answered his ringing phone.

“Okay, handsome! I’ll hit you up.”

“Bet.”

Bleu cackled when Cassie’s mouth dropped, and she screamed while still holding her nose. Bleu heard Cassie yelling and crying all the way back to her ride. Despite her foul mood, Bleu drove home with a huge smile on her face. She didn’t feel bad for bursting Cassie’s bubble or lip and nose. She’d been sicka that mean girl. Cassie had been a hateful bitch toward other women and girls since they were kids.

While Bleu suspected that her behavior came from how she was raised by that uppity, evil, keeping up with certain appearances typa mother she had, she prayed that that girl got the help she needed before she crossed the wrong muthafucka.

Bleu was so busy still cackling behind how good it felt to punch Cassie that she didn’t even realize Trey was outside grabbing his mail until she pulled into the driveway.

“Hey Trey, I called you today to thank you for breakfast,” she said as she stopped at the edge of her driveway. “You had a busy day today?” She wanted to get out to hug and kiss him so badly, but her broken heart wouldn’t let him. She told herself that it was best to leave him alone and go on about her business.

“Wassup, yeah. It’s been a real busy day. Didn’t have a chance to call you back. But listen, I gotta get back inside. I’m cooking dinner, but I just wanted to thank you for helping me keep the women off me in town. But I’m good now, though. I don’t need your help anymore. I found someone else to hold me down. I believe you met Madison earlier?” He raised a brow in question. He knew they already spoke and was pissed that Bleu told Madison to go after him.

Even though they weren’t really together, he knew she could feel the love growing between them. Even with him being as pissed as he was earlier about seeing her kissing her ex, he knew he couldn’t stay pissed because she wasn’t his woman, but it really set him off that she was running instead of facing the way she felt.

“Uh yeah, yeah, I met her. She seems great. She’s really in love with you. I hope everything works out,” she said with a smile she didn’t feel.