Page 17 of Too Many One Nights

“Good evening,” the older man greeted.

“Uhm, hey. I came to see Buck,” I announced.

He looked confused for a second. I didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know who I was talking about or the fact that I was in the lobby asking for Buck.

“Mr. DeLuca isn’t in. You can wait over there until he comes in if you want.” He offered.

Nodding, I went to the couch that was lined against a glass wall opposite the elevator. I got comfortable and played the waiting game. I didn’t know how long he was going to be. I’m glad I brought my iPad so that I could get some reading done. Nek Mills just dropped the second book in the , and I heard Jules was bae.

I was getting into the story when I heard the doors open for like the millionth time. This time, the person I was waiting on had finally arrived, but he wasn’t alone. His eyes pinned me with a murderous glare that made it hard for me to swallow the lump that had already formed in my throat. The girl was following so closely behind him that when he came to an abrupt stop in front of me, she bumped into his back.

“Oh, sorry,” she giggled, before giving me a nasty look when she noticed me.

“Goldie, the fuck you doing here?” he quizzed with his face still twisted.

“I—uhm. I came to talk to you…alone.” I looked at the girl. When I said that, she stepped up and looped her arm into his.

“Aye, watch out,” he snapped, looking down at the girl.

“I’on know why you poppin’ up at my shit, but I’on do the pop-ups, or backtrack. Your pussy was good and all but it ain’t gone get me to wife you, but I’ll definitely let you suck my dick from time to time,” he had the nerve to say.

With a frown on my face, I grabbed my bag. I had to laugh to myself to keep from knocking the locs out this nigga’s head.

“Nigga, yo’ dick ain’t all that. I ain’t tryna fuck yo’ weak ass again,” I emphasized. “I came to tell you I was pregnant, but fuck you.” I bumped his arm with my shoulder on the way out. I can’t even be mad at him, but he was gone realize that I ain’t them other bitches. Fuck him. I’ll go send this baby back to Heaven’s daycare and go about my muthafuckin’ business.

7

Chapter Seven

Buck

Pregnant? Nah. Ain’t no fuckin’ way.

Iwasbattlingwithmythoughts as I watched Goldie stroll her mad ass out of my building. As bad as I wanted to make her choke on my Glock for putting her hands on me, I was too stunned to fuckin’ move. She’s not the first chick to put a baby on me, but this time, the shit felt different.

“Babe?” I heard from beside me. I forgot just that fast that I brought this hoe home with me.

“I ain’t ya babe, so kill that shit,” I snarled. “You gotta bounce. I’on feel like being bothered right now.” I started to walk off, leaving her standing right there, but the feel of her small hand tugging at my shirttail stopped me in my tracks.

“Hoe, is you cool? The fuck you pulling on my shit like you crazy for?” I wanted to knock this bitch’s teeth into her ass, but my mind was in another place. “I said I’on feel like being bothered no more. The fuck don’t you understand about something as simple as that?” Muthafuckas loved to call me an asshole but never reflect on why I talk and treat other muthafuckas the way that I do.

“I can make you forget about that hoe,” she purred.

I don’t know what it was, but something about her calling Goldie a hoe pissed me the fuck off. That disrespect alone had me pulling my Glock from the waist of my sweats.

“Call her another one and see won’t your brains be the new interior design in this muthafucka. I said I’on wanna be bothered, so the only thing I expected from you was to leave me the fuck alone,” I barked. By now, security was headed our way.

“Everything good, Mr. DeLuca?” James, the head of security, asked.

“Nah, get this bitch out my face before I break hers. I didn’t even bother to wait until she was gone because I knew James would handle it.

I headed straight upstairs to my place and went straight to the bar. Taking the top off of the Louis IV, I took down a big gulp before repeating the process two more times.

Pregnant?

That shit was plaguing me like a muthafucka. I know I was fucked up, but I could’ve sworn I wore a condom with her ass. She had to be lying or some shit because ain’t no way she was for real.

“Fuck!” I bellowed.

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