Page 1 of Bricked Up
PROLOGUE
“Uh-uh! Not today, Satan.” Zia shook her head as she squeezed her steering wheel in frustration. She’d just pulled up to the rear entrance of her shop when she saw that Cedric Bell, the owner of the Box of Bagels store next door to her, and who also doubled as the landlord of the complex, had blocked her from parking and entering her store when he had plenty of space to park at his own back door.
After enduring Cedric’s shit for the last few months, some bullshit that he’d just suddenly begun doing out of the blue, she was so fucking over it. Before his acts of ignorance, the last six years she’d been in business were good. As of this day, though, Zia had officially had enough and was all out of polite behavior. Especially on this sweltering ass beginning of May evening. “Not tuh muthafuckin’ day. This nigga done fucking disregarded me for the last time.”
Furiously, she shifted her gear into park, hopped out, and ran over to Cedric’s white, brand-new Cadillac truck. Any other day, she would’ve appreciated the upgrade from his 2017 Explore, but today she didn’t give a shit about his new whip. A smirk spread across her lips as she slid behind the wheel and into thebuttery soft seat. The newness only made what she was about to do even sweeter.
Starting the truck with the set of keys he left in the ignition, she drove the vehicle over to his door, parked it, pulled out her pocketknife, and began slashing up the driver’s seat. Zia then climbed out and repeated the same action on the passenger seat. She sliced the words ‘bitch nigga’ into the leather of the steering wheel, then she got out and did the same to the back seat. She knew Cedric would try and evict her after this but between blocking her door purposely, the nonstop slick and lewd comments about her ass and thighs, insinuating that she wasn’t getting enough dick, and implying how much she’d lose her stank attitude if she’d got her pussy licked more often, she’d sue the nigga’s dick and balls off if he tried that bullshit.
Satisfied once she was done with her handiwork, she cut long, deep slashes into the tires and was in the middle of carving, ‘nut guzzler’ on the passenger side door, when the door to Box of Bagels opened behind her. But she refused to turn around to acknowledge Cedric’s presence until every letter of the insult was carved into his door.
“Yeah nigga, you thought you was gon’ keep playing in my face. Well, you thought wrong, bitch. ‘Cause the only time I allow a nigga to play in my face is when he’s nutting in it. So, fuck you and your milk-dud-shaped head and?—”
“And what, big booty? Gon’ head and get all that crazy up out ya system. I see you still got that fucked up temper, Zia. I see vandalism is your thing now, huh?”
Startled, Zia stood up and whipped around so fast, she dropped her knife and almost lost her footing.
“Aye, careful now,” The sexy bastard urged as he readied himself to catch her if need be. “Wouldn’t want ya gorgeous ass to injure yourself before you can pay to get this shit fixed.”
“S—Saadiq, what the hell are you doing here?” Zia nearly whispered as she came face to face with the nigga who almost scared her out of her fucking skin. “Where the fuck is Cedric’s weak ass?”
Zia didn’t know what kinda fucked up ass joke that fate was trying to play on her, but she was furious as fuck.
Not only did she feel some typa way about running into her ex again, but the fact that he was standing before her looking all types of sextastic and smelling even better had her clit trying to peek through her panties to see what she could see.
Saadiq Henderson had always been a walking orgasm for her, but the nigga had the nerve to be standing his tall, tatted, thick-shouldered ass before her looking sexier than ever. And her clit was a little too happy to see his bulging, muscled, forty-year-old, black warrior-looking ass after all this time. His fresh curly top with tapered cut and fluffy ass full beard was like the bow on a freshly wrapped box of chocolates. The man had to have been made from every typa sexy ever invented to form the chocolate God that was standing before her.
Saadiq eyed her up and down as he tugged at his beard while assessing everything he loved about her body. Three years had flown by since he last saw her, and Zia was still the sexiest woman to ever give him the time of day. Her flawless, espresso-hued brown skin that Saadiq used to love to rub and lick all over was oiled up and glistening under the colorful evening sky.
The black booty shorts and belly top she had on only enhanced her thirty-nine-year-old, curvaceous, size twenty frame that he could never get enough of picking up and fucking midair and up against the wall. Zia’s natural waist-length tresses were in straw curls that bounced against her shoulder with a side part, causing some of her curls to fall to the left of her oval-shaped face and over her freshly arched brows and high cheekbones.
While all 5’6 inches of her would forever be his weakness, it was the way Zia had her head slightly cocked as she examined him in curiosity, confusion, and lust with her slanted brown sherry-tinted eyes that he’d committed to memory. Her button nose, full pouty lips, and pointed chin rounded out the rest of the features of the gorgeous woman who stole his heart. Saadiq still couldn’t believe that he was still as crazy about her as the day he first laid eyes on her. He knew from day one that Zia was the only woman for him.
“Why you wanna know so much ‘bout him?” Saadiq asked as he mugged her like he still had every right to be all up in her business. “You fuckin’ that dusty looking ass nigga?”
“Ewww,” She shivered in disgust at the thought as she furrowed her brows, frowning her face up at him. “I’d never fuck that rude, sassy nigga. I’m the owner of Sugah & Dough homemade cookie shoppe right here.” Zia pointed toward her shop’s back entrance. “And the same owner that his misogynistic punk ass continues to disrespect. He’s blatantly taken my kindness and patience for weakness, and I’m tired of it. I’ve been trying to keep things cordial between us for our business’s sake, but the nigga blocked my door for the last muthafuckin’ time. So, you tell that bitch made, whore when you see him that I vandalized his vehicle and I ain’t paying for shit either.” Once Zia finished her rant, she allowed herself one last look at the sexy black, walking billboard and proceeded to walk off, but big sexy gently caught her by the arm before she could get away. Her panties were already damp, but his touch as he turned her around to face him caused her to thoroughly soak her skims.
“Nah, Zia baby,” He chuckled, and it was a cross between nipple throbbing sexy and mysteriously sinister. “I guess you ain’t hear me. This ain’t Cedric’s ride you fucked up. It’s mine. So, I hope ya pretty ass got the money to get my shit fixed. That nigga is probably halfway to Tennessee. I own this spot now.”
“Y-your ride?” she asked as surprise raised her eyebrows. “Well, why the fuck were you blocking my gotdamn door?” Her shock settled into a mug as she crossed her arms under her breasts.
“Yeah, my shit. I just backed up right before you pulled up, so my guys could get supplies out my trunk to start renovations. Plus, I was told that you’re never here past seven at night. So when you weren’t here yesterday at this time, I assumed the information I got was correct.”
“Who told you that?” Her forehead wrinkled in frustration and confusion.
“Cedric.”
“Well,” Zia said as she pushed one of her tresses outta her face. “One shouldn’t assume because you tend to look like an ass when you do.”
“And as the kettle calling the pot black, yo’ ass should’ve applied that same knowledge to yourself. Now come on,” Saadiq opened his hand and held it out to her. “Cough up the money for my ride.”
Zia immediately looked as though she’d been slapped as she began nibbling on her bottom lip while trying to decide how she wanted to respond. “I uh, I ain’t got the money to pay to get that shit fixed.”
“You ain’t got the money?” Saadiq asked, knowing he heard her the first time, but he repeated that shit so she could hear just how fucked up the shit sounded when she was walking around doing fuck shit to other people’s possessions.
“No, I don’t have it, Zia placed a hand on her hip. “I didn’t stutter, Saadiq.”
“Welp,” he licked his lips, smirked, and said, “You have a problem then, Zia.”
