Page 19 of So Special: Fanatic Love

“Son, you just ga let ya auntie run up on me like dat?” I jokingly asked my baby boy. When his head dropped on his auntie’s shoulder and he gave me thosewhat you thoughteyes, I knew it was above me. “I see how you do, Son.”

My sister walked around the couch. “If ya ass wasn’t so caught up in wha ya baby mama had goin on, you woulda heard me runnin up.” She plopped down on the couch beside me. “Dat girl can date who she wanna date. You not her man.”

“Damn, how long you been behind me ta know she goin on a date?” My sister was nosy as fuck. Hell, my whole family was nosy as fuck. That was why when Katniss brought my son to the cookout everyone was in my face. “She ga date all she want to and I ca knock niggas out all I want to.”

Tiara laughed, causing Ashtan to laugh at the unknown. “Okay, Mister Pro-baller. Get ya ass lock up so Mama and Daddy ca box you off for free.” She shook her head before she side-eyed me. “If you don’t wanna ta date den you date ha ass.”

Baby Mama Fat-Fat: Whatever, Asher. When you become my man then you can tell me what to do.

My brow rose as a smirk came to my lips.She said when.Yeah, that made me feel good that she didn’t say if. It let a young, rich, dapper man like me know there was a chance. Whether she knew it or not, I would come for her.

A Little While Later…

“So, y’all just bookin rooms and fuckin on a regula now?” I questioned Zane. We was chilling at a local lounge shooting the breeze. He’d just finished telling me about his many trysts with Daisy.

We were best friends, but there were times when we got into our own shit that made us unavailable to just chill outside of our places sometimes. It was easy for me to go down a floor to his spot or him to come up to mine. When we went out to chill, it was a different vibe.

Zane took a sip of his drink, then set it down. “Man, I guess that’s what we’re doing. At first it was like once, then twice. Now it’s like every other day I’m in her inbox or she’s in mine.”

“Well, shit my boy, if e like that why you don’t save da fetty and bring her to da crib? It’s not like she ain’t know where you lay ya head, bubba,” I told him. “Face it, she my son god-mama and you his god-daddy so y’all always ga be round each otha.”

He sat there for a minute not speaking. After he took another sip of his drink, he spoke. “Shit, after that Penny pop up, I don’t want to test it.” He laughed at his own whack ass joke.

“Oh, I see you got jokes,” I responded with a titter. “Based on what you done told me, you ga be da one to pop up on her ass. Dat gal only want ya dick not ya time or none of dat shit.” Now it was my turn to laugh.

The fact that Daisy didn’t give a bit of a fuck about Zane Hershel Anderson being this rich ass, professional football player nicked his ego bad as fuck. He was used to everyone being on his ass, especially females. To meet a female not on that shit seemed to intrigue him.

“Nigga, fuck you,” Zane said with a turned-up lip. “In due time! She’s gonna be on my ass.”

I didn’t bother to say anything because I knew better. My boy Zane had some scars that needed to be treated and healed. Did I think him and Daisy would get for real boo’d up? I don’t know. Crazier shit had happened.

Zane and I sat at the bar chilling. Every once in a while, we took a picture and signed an autograph for a fan. That was a partof this life. I never minded as long as they were respectful when they approached.

When Zane’s phone dinged, he picked it up. I continued to eat the wings that I ordered earlier until he muttered anoh shit.Without words, I peeked over to him with a wing partially in my mouth. Zane’s eyes were shifty as hell, making me put the wing on the plate. He shook his head, then handed me his phone.

I took the phone confused at what I was looking at. When the reality of what I was reading hit me, I felt my blood boiling and my eyes redden. “Oh yeah, dis bitch bout to see me.” I threw money on the bar for me and Zane’s shit. “Let’s go.”

I didn’t wait for his ass to say shit to me, but I felt him on my heel. When we got into my whip, Zane’s body turned toward me. “Look, bro! Calm the hell down. I know you’re mad, but you don’t even know who—”

“I know exactly who ran their fuckin mout,” I said as I waved his ass off. I was breaking traffic laws to get out to Quail Hollow to see a bitch about some shit. People wanted to play so I would play with them.

It normally would have taken me almost thirty minutes to get to where I was going from where I was at. Today, I made it there in about fifteen. Before I pulled into the driveway, I had Zane reach into my glove box to hand me the pink envelope that was in it. When he asked me what it was, I didn’t respond. As soon as I pulled into the driveway of the home, I took the garage remote out and clicked it to open the garage.

I was happy I never threw this bullshit away. I forgot I had it until about five minutes ago. “Nigga, you got another house or some shit?” Zane asked perplexed. His eyes bounced around the three-car garage that now held my car, a luxury sedan, and a golf cart.

Once the garage door was down, I got out of my whip and walked toward the door. I knew it would be unlocked because itwas never locked. As soon as I walked through the door, I heard cackles.

“Yes, bitch! You’re damn right I did that shit. He wants to have a baby on me and with a fat bitch at that, then the world needs to know,” Penny said into her phone.

See I knew it was Penny who sold the story to the blogs because this particular blog was messy as fuck. She never revealed direct sources, but if you were the one who the gossip was about, she dropped subtle hints that you should be able to pick up on. This time the blogger ended the article with the sentencepenny for your thoughts.

Penny was so into her little phone conversation that she didn’t hear when me and Zane came into her house. Zane’s eye bucked out as we quietly listened to this bitch tell whoever she spoke to on the phone about my baby mama. She was having a good, loud conversation. I was tired of the wait, so I went to her fridge, grabbed two bottles of water, then walked over to her.

“Oh my God!” She dropped her phone on the ground. I noticed it hung up because the screen completely shattered.What kinda stupid bitch don’t put a phone protector on an iPhone?

“I thought you might wanna wata since ya ass so thirsty and shit.” I set the bottled water down on the table beside her. While she was stuck on shocked, I sat on the loveseat across from her.

She shifted in her seat. “Asher, wh-what are you doing here?” She looked like a straight ass bobblehead the way her head went between me and Zane. “Please don’t hurt me.”

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