Page 34 of So Special: Fanatic Love

Now there was steam coming from my ears.Oh, so she’s fucking this nigga too?Daisy dropped her head before she snickered and stood up. Her stare went straight to Mason. “On your dick? Nigga, when have I ever been on your fucking dick? You’ve never smelled this pussy, mouth, or ass.”Well, that’s good to know.

Mason’s jaw flexed then tightened. “Daisy, we been talking for damn near a fucking year. I’ve been wining, dining, and buying you gifts. What this nigga do to get the pussy?”

I put my hand up. “Mason, my man, did you hear me say that she was my boo? You talking a lil too loose to her for my liking.”

“I don’t need you to defend me!” Daisy blurted. She put her finger up in Mason’s direction. “Let me ask you this, Mason. Did I ever ask you to wine, dine, and buy me gifts? I told you from the beginning that I didn’t need a man to take care of me. You wanted to flex your wallet. Who am I to tell you not to?

“Furthermore, you bought me three bags, sent me to the spa a few times, and paid for lunch. We’ve been on a date like this, in private rooms, what, five times in almost a year,” she said with a slanted head. Her hand went on her hip. “Don’t fucking play with me. You can have those bags back and send me an invoice for the rest of the shit. Matter of fact!”

She grabbed her purse, then poured all of the contents on the table. I didn’t miss the fucking condoms in that bitch either. She chucked the bag at him. “You can have this muthafucka. Now I owe you two bags.”

Mason caught the bag just in time because it was about to hit him in the face. Before anyone could blink their eyes, he legit swung at her. I pulled her out of the way which caused her to yell. I punched him dead in his face. “Bitch, you got shit fucked up!”

It took three punches for him to take a nap on the floor. Once he was laid out, I turned my attention back to Daisy. I was pissed with the whole situation. “So, this the kind of man you want? A man that will swing on you and throw what the fuck he’s done for you in your face?” I shook my head with a chuckle. “Typical slick come up type of flow.

“It seemed like you were on the road to a relationship with this nigga, but me nah.” I hated that I was in my bag about this woman. How did I let it get this far? There have been plenty of females that I fucked multiple times, and I never felt like this with them.

Daisy said nothing to me. She walked over to the table, grabbed the cloth napkin, and put all of the contents from her purse in it. When she walked toward me to leave, she stopped in front of me. With a smile on her face, she said, “Fuck you, Zane. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.”

“Yeah, that’s cool. I don’t need another Porsha type bitch in my life,” I said with venom in my tone. My eyes closed when her hand slapped my cheek. When they opened, I saw the tears.

We had a stare down for a few seconds before she sashayed out of the room. She didn’t stomp, she didn’t yell, she just sashayed her sexy, sickening ass out. When Asher cleared his throat, it was like I just remembered he was in the room. Once he had my attention, he commented, “You’re wrong as fuck, my boy. I ga let you take da time to figa out why.” He pointed at Mason. “We ga leave him der or be upstanding citizens and get em up?”

“Fuck that nigga.” My lip turned up. “Let’s go, man.” Like there wasn’t a grown ass man laid out on the floor, we left. I gave the hostess a two-hundred-dollar tip for the inconvenience.

It didn’t seem like this week would get any better. I wondered how much further to hell it could go. Me and Asher rode back to our building in silence. That’s what I needed. No words because my thoughts were loud enough.

Daisy

Same Night, Couple Hours Later…

Ican’t believe Zane! He acted a complete ass in there tonight like we were dating. I already told him that it was a no go for us, but here he comes all big and mighty like King Kong or some shit. Yes, me and Mason had been dealing with each other off and on, but not really. If you thought Zane was a ho, Mason was a super ho. I knew about his love for indiscriminate vagina.

When I would talk to him, it would always be shallow conversation. That man didn’t care shit about what I had going on. Zane knew more about me than he did, and Zane barely knew anything about me. What does that say about either of them?

After my fiasco of a date, I came straight home and boxed up every damn thing that Mason ever gave me.I can’t believe he tried to hit me.Two of the bags that he purchased for me, I already damn owned. Once I had everything boxed, I took a long shower with the hopes that I would feel better afterward. I did not. Now I sat on my couch with a bottle of gin and my thoughts.

“I should fuck Zane’s ass up!” I told myself. Did I like Zane, yes. Did I trust Zane, hell no! Before we started messing with each other, he stayed in the blogs.Wait, I haven’t really heard anything about him since we’ve been fucking.I waved myself off. He probably had more discretion now.

“Yeah, I’m going to go bop him on his head since he wants to act like Donkey Kong.”Is it Donkey Kong or King Kong?It didn’t matter. Either way he was about to get bopped on his big ass head. I got up from my seat, grabbed my purse and keys, then was on my way.

I lived about twenty minutes from Zane’s building. It took me a little bit longer because I drove slowly for safety. I wouldn’t say that I was drunk, however, I knew if I got pulled over, I was above the legal alcohol limit.

When I pulled up to the building, I got out of my Jeep to give my keys to the valet. The fact that they had twenty-four-hour valet was so clutch. The resident could give you a pass to put in your car that allowed you free parking. The parking garage was shared by retail stores, therefore if you weren’t a resident or had a pass from a resident you had to pay for parking and valet. The building attendant side-eyed me because it was two in the morning. I didn’t give a piece of a damn. The fuck floated away hours ago.

I got on that elevator, put in the code to get to the penthouse floor, and hyped myself up. “Yeah, he’s gonna feel me in the worst way. He wants to come and fuck up my date. I was hungry as hell too!” I fussed out loud in the elevator like a crazy person. If there were cameras in here, I knew whoever watched the footage would get an entertaining show. The door opened for the top floor.

I stomped my mad ass to Zane’s door, then banged as hard as I could. “Zane, open this fucking door you big head, big armed, big dick bastard.”Big dick…What the hell?I couldn’t standmyself at that moment. I hoped he didn’t hear that. I continued to bang.

It took a minute before he pulled the door open. “What the fuck!” He had on a pair of boxer briefs and no shirt.Whew, Lord. Suga Melon, we are mad at him!As my eyes traveled down his body, it was then that I noticed the gun in his hand.

“Oh, you’re going to shoot me now?” I pushed him. It was a futile effort because this man was a brick wall.

He looked down where my hands pushed him, then back at me. “Daisy, are you drunk? It’s two o’clock in the morning. Why are you here?”

“No, I’m not drunk!” I yelled with another wasted push. I squeezed past him to get into his condo. Once I was in, I spun on my heel. I stumbled a little from the speed, but I caught myself. “You ruined my night, so I’m here to ruin your morning,” I said with a smile. I was happy with my smile. I blew him a kiss. “What you got to eat in here?”

I heard the door close after I stepped into the kitchen. As I looked in his refrigerator, I noticed he had all the ingredients for a bomb omelet. I made as much noise as I could opening his cabinets to find his pots and pans. After I found them, the ingredients were taken out and placed on the counter.

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