Page 9 of A Player's Prayer
“Nigga, unhand me so I can get back to work.” She continued to giggle as she wiped her face. Pushing at my chest, so I could release her, I glared down at her smiling face. “Look here?—”
“Wild,” I said, finishing her sentence so she wouldn’t call me anything else and piss me off. I was enjoying the lighthearted energy currently dancing between us.
She kissed her teeth. “Should’ve known… An ignorant-ass name for an ignorant-ass man.” I frowned at how quickly she fucked up the mood. She folded her arms and mugged me, not caring that I wore a scowl. “What did your mother name you, because I’m not calling you that.”
Making her wait for a response, I studied her face. For some reason, I wanted to memorize everything about this girl, even though she’d just insulted me again. From her little button nose decorated with piercings with tiny freckles to the small mole below her lips, something about her was calling out to me.
Not just me, but my dick. And my dick didn’t brick up over pretty faces. There was something else about Miss Dakota Jenkins.
“I’ll let you know what to call me when I drop this dick off in you, baby.” I bit my bottom lip and ground into her. “But, seriously… I came here to choke you out and let you know how you had me fucked up the other day. Now, I’ve got other plans. Let a nigga take you out to eat or some shit.”
“Is this your way of apologizing to me?”
“For what?” I frowned, letting her go. “I ain’t do shit wrong.”
Pushing off me, she walked over to the small mirror over a mounted sink and began fixing herself back up. Shorty’s hair was long as fuck, and the messy bun on her head added to her sex appeal. Looking at her ass eat her scrubs, I never wanted to be a pair of pants so bad in my life.
“You’re disrespectful as hell, Wild, and I would never go out with you,” she stated as she eyed me through the mirror. “The way you talk to me is disgusting, and I would hope your mother didn’t raise you that way.”
“Watch your muthafuckin’ mouth,” I warned in a menacing voice as I stepped to her. “You don’t know shit about me, or my mother. Don’t ever question her parenting again.”
“Oh, you’re a disrespectful-ass nigga by choice?” She turned to face me, arms folded. “I can tell you’re nothing but a childish-ass little boy that’s used to getting his way.” Eyeing me in disgust, she shook her head and tsked. “I don’t even know why women find you attractive. That reckless shit ain’t even sexy.” Walking closer to me, she stopped and picked her phone up from the floor and frowned. I frowned, too, thinking she was about to walk into my space again, but didn’t. “You broke my shit, nigga.”
“I’m not childish.” I felt the need to say as she reached the door. “I’m a good-ass nigga?—”
“With a black eye and busted lip,” she said, not even looking my way before opening the closet door. Sticking her head out, she looked around before addressing me one last time. “Stay away from me, Wild. Next time, you’re going to be occupying one of these beds, and I’ma make sure you get the lousiest nurse and doctor in here. Chao.”
Closing the door behind her, I stared where she’d left as if she were coming back. I liked the fact that she smelled clean instead of like a bottle of perfume. I also liked how she wasn’t taking my shit, which meant she didn’t take shit from any nigga. The shit she said about me, though, didn’t sit well with me. I know what type of nigga I am, and her shutting down my advances was hard to digest because I was better than any other nigga trying to get some of her time. Regardless of our scuffles, her turning me down had me shook a little.
How did my coming here to check her end with me leaving with not only a bruised face, but ego too? Dakota had me fucked up, and I was going to make her hear and feel me sooner than she thinks.
“Where the hell have you been?”Tanessa was on me as soon as I made my way back over to the nurse’s station. “I’ve been looking for you for over thirty minutes, and you were nowhere to be found. If you don’t get your shit together, you can hit the fuckin’ doors!”
Sighing heavily, I removed my stethoscope and placed it on the counter. A few of the patients and nurses had stopped to see what was going on, and I hated to give these people a show. My shift was almost over, and I was sore from beating Wild’s ass. The latter being something that has already ruined my day, I was treading lightly around the last button Tanessa was pushing.
“Tanessa, I’m a twenty-six-year-old Virgo and would like to know who in the fuck you’re talking to?” I removed my badge,placing it on the counter. “For months now, I have listened to you talk to me like a fuckin’ dog, and it ends today. Do I want and love my job? Absolutely, but I will not work here another day and listen to you talk to me as if I’m a fuckin’ child.” Stepping to her, I smirked at the nervousness in her eyes. “I will beat your ass right here, right now, and walk out of here with my head held high. I would much rather be unemployed than have you think you’re about to handle me the way I’ve been allowing you to. It ends today. Now, would you like your ass beat here or outside? I still have one more in me that I don’t mind handing out today.”
Crossing my arms, I waited for her to make her move. I don’t know what it is with people in this town thinking they can treat me any type of way, but I will take my ass back to Florida before I stay here and deal with bullshit and disrespect every day.
“You know what? I’m sick of you and your attitude.” She went into her pants pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. “This is your suspension letter.Wefeel that your performance is subpar, amongst other things.” She smirked as she held it between her fingers. “Maybe you can take the time off to reflect on what’s important. Your job or being a whore?”
Whap!
Hearing those around me gasp, I stepped to her as she covered her mouth and stared at me in shock. A pop to the mouth was nothing compared to what I wanted to do.
“I’m so sick and tired of you calling me out of my name.” I seethed as I shook with anger. “You don’t know shit about me, Tanessa, but you’re going to find out when I finish beating your ass!”
Before I could charge at her, I was grabbed by my waist and lifted from the floor. Pulled into a nearby office, I bucked in anger as I tried my best to break free. I was sick of Tanessa, and today was the day she was going to get these hands.
“Kodi, you’ve hit me in my dick once today. If you hit me again, I promise you, you’ll be kissing it until I feel better,” Wild’s raspy voice whispered into my ear. “Calm the fuck down—now.”
Placing me on my feet, I huffed as I fought the tears that wanted to spill. I’d never allowed someone to get me out of character like this, but that moose-looking bitch had tried me for the last time. Finally able to get my emotions in check, I turned to address Wild. Before I could, Dr. Morrison and my manager, Martha, walked into the office, followed by a steaming Tanessa.
“Nurse Jenkins! What on earth has gotten into you?” Martha asked as she eyed me in disappointment. “I’d come down to check on y’all, and all I hear and see is commotion.” She dragged her eyes from me to Wild. “Who are you?”
“Adrian Mills.” He smiled, offering her his hand to shake. “I was in the bathroom when?—”
Adrian Mills? Why does that name sound familiar?
