Page 48 of In Too Deep

“That anything fun is meant to be temporary and doesn’t last forever. You’ll have to let me go. You can ransom with my life or my pussy.”

“Oh, but I can?”

“How so,” I challenged him. We stopped at a red light next to BJ’s. It was a popular wings and fries drive-thru spot. “You want BJ’s before I run through this light?”

“Might as well,” I muttered.

The line was long, but it was worth. He pulled up behind a black Toyota Camry and put his car in park. Everything was always cooked to order, so there was no sense in expecting a rushed service. His Audemars Piguet meshed with the cool AC, so when he touched my thigh, I shivered from the coolness, slightly clenching my teeth.

“Why you ain’t reach out and turn the AC off? You sittin’ over here wit’ chill bumps and shit,” he sucked his teeth and turned the air off. “You good?”

“Yeah,” I nodded my head, reassuringly. “Thank you.”

“But to answer your question, Synthia, I’ll fuck your world up. Fuck around and have you lookin’ for me in the daytime with a flashlight,” he boasted.

“Oh really,” I pursed my lips, smoothing my gloss.

“Hell yeah.”

“You’re not the first nigga to eat my pussy and make me cum. Don’t get the big head nigga. Sex doesn’t keep me, and money ain’t a bonus. I like loyalty. I want to be confident enough to say that“you’re my nigga”without an ounce of doubt that you won’t fuck off on me, and you’ve already failed at that.”

“How you figure that?”

“Do I really need to keep throwing it in your face thatyourmy cousin’s man? You’ve already shown me how you can be a backstabber, so that scratches you off the list.”

“I’m sure you ain’t never had a nigga that can rock the boat like me, Juicy. Sex isn’t my only strong suit. I’m a likely suitor, and I don’t play fair. You know I got options. Trecee is just something to do. When I told you I wanted you, I meant thatshit. You don’t compare to Trecee. That’s like comparing a goat to a sheep.”

“You’re having your cake and eating it too though,” I argued.

“That ain’t how I look at it,” he responded. “You ain’t got shit to worry about, for real.”

“I’m not worried about anything,” I shrugged defiantly. “Trecee and I are first cousins, but she’d jump ship at whatever looks good to save herself in a minute. She goes by a fuck family motto. We used to be thick as thieves growing up.”

“Oh, I get it,” he leaned up in his seat and put the car in drive, slowly treading behind the Toyota Camry, until he had to stop again. “You’ll feel like you’re betraying her and shit?”

“Sort of?”

“Regardless of all the shit she says about you and how she’s treated you?”

“Yup, sadly,” I uttered. “It’s the principle. I’m sure you’re big on that right—street code?”

“Nah,” he stroked his head, giving me his undivided attention again, steadily stroking my thigh delicately. “I just regret not choosing you from the jump. That ain’t principal, plus I have my reasons to believe that she ain’t always been loyal to me.”

“So, you think she’s dipping out on you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, not seeming hurt by his allegations.

“You don’t seem hurt though?”

“Because I expect pussy to do exactly what it’ll do. You think because I got money and shit that I’m exempt from getting cheated on? Hell nah!”

“So, have you always been cheating on her?”

“Yeah, when the doubts started. I’m numb to this shit. That’s why it don’t bother me—fucking on you.”

“So, I’m a game of get back?”

I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth at his word play becoming slightly annoyed.

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