Page 2 of Bricked Up
“No, I don’t have a problem. It was an honest mistake. So, I apologize for the misunderstanding, but I never planned to payfor the damages. I thought he would report me; I’d get fined and?—”
“You don’t fucking mistakenly carve some bullshit into a muthafucka’s ride. And saying that shit was an honest mistake when you know it was intentional and you can’t pay for the damages, is some diabolical shit. Now I’on give a fuck how or where you gon’ get the bread from, but you got forty-eight hours to get me my money, baby.” Saadiq shook his head and turned to walk away when her question stopped him.
“Or what, Saddiq? What you gon’ do if I don’t?” Mugging him, she sucked her teeth in disgust. “‘Cause I don’ already told you that I ain’t paying for it.”
“Wait, which is it, you ain’t paying for it? Or you don’t got the money?” His brows shot up as he side-eyed her.
“Does it matter? I don’t waste money on bullshit, so therefore I don’t have it.” She popped a hand on her hip. “So do with that what you will.”
“Damn,” Sucking his teeth, Saadiq turned back toward her and had to glance away before he hemmed Zia up against his ride and gave her ass the dick that she’d apparently been missing. Because Zia had always been the typa woman whose mood and antics were triggered by lack of affection and dick, he knew right off the bat what her problem was and that whoever she’d been with hadn’t been giving her what she needed. He couldn’t wait to use that shit to his advantage. “So, you still got that fucking smart ass mouth.” He closed the space between them and fingered the Pisces black diamond necklace he bought her on their second Valentine's Day together. He was surprised to see that she hadn’t trashed it.
“Yup,” She quickly slapped his hand away. “And I still know how to use it too,” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned softly. “Accurately as fuck if I might add. It’s actually about ten times smarter than it ever was before.”
“Well, from the looks of things, I’m ‘bout to get a taste of one of my favorite things about yo’ fine ass. So by all means, show the fuck out. I’d love to slam that waterfall you call a pussy down on my dick again for old time’s sake. Shit, I can still feel how wet you used to get for me. Mmmm, yo’ pussy used to leak all down my balls. I used to love diving balls deep into that slippery, wet shit.”
“Nigga bye,” Zia cackled to cover up the fact that her clit was crying out for him. “Keep dreaming, you’ll never again clap these cheeks and beat the whipped sweet cream up outta my juicy pussy. You fucked up any chance of even getting a look at all this cotton candy coochieland when you broke my fucking heart. So watch ya fucking eyeballs, nigga.”
He chuckled, then shrugged and said, “Nah, you broke my fucking heart. And that muthafucka ain’t picked up the normal rhythm yet, so watch how you come at me because I haven't begun to get even. But I definitely plan to.”
“Fuck you, Saadiq. I don’t care what you plan to do, it ain’t going down like that. But you better?—”
Saadiq grabbed Zia by her waist, pulled her flush against his body, and slipped his tongue between her lips. His hands slipped to her ass and squeezed her cheeks as he pressed his dick into her coochie. He deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth, remembering exactly how Zia liked for him to suck on and wrestle with her tongue. When he broke the kiss a few minutes later, Zia was still trying to kiss on him as she moaned against his lips.
“You know better than to come at me sideways, Zia. I want my money. Yo’ hot-headed ass probably caused me over twenty grand in damages.”
“Bullshit! That’s insane for the minimal damages I did, but?—”
“Minimal?” His brows shot up in amused disbelief. “This is a brand new 2025 custom, top-of-the-line Cadillac Escalade. This bitch is literally luxury on wheels that yo’ lil hothead ass fucked up. And you gon’ give me back every single cent of whatever it cost me to get the shit fixed. I gotta go.” He pecked her on the lips. “And I don’t accept payment plans either,” He smirked after hesitantly releasing his hold on her waist and ass. “Unless you tryin’ to have ya pussy pay ya debt?”
“Saadiq, my pussy ain’t paying for a damn thang. But I know I fucked up. So, I’m willing to possibly work off the damages in whatever nonsexual way you think is best when my schedule permits. Other than that, you can report me to the police and gon’ about your business. But that’s all I got for you.”
A’ight, Zia,” He nodded as he ran his fingers through his beard. “Yeah, you’ll work it off. But not when your schedule permits, when I tell you it’s time to pay up is when you gon’ work the shit off. And I expect you to be ready and willing at a moment's fucking notice. Put ya number in my phone.”
“Fine, whatever,” Zia rolled her eyes as she grabbed his phone from his outstretched hand and entered her number. “But if you think I’m gonna spread my legs?—”
“And sit on my dick, that’s exactly what the fuck you gon’ do, Zia. Believe that. You gon’ wet my dick up for as long and as often as I tell you to. I’on know what fuck nigga you got me confused wit’ but sort that shit out before I come to collect.” Saadiq pulled her into one last kiss as his hands reminisced with her body.
The kiss caused her clit to vibrate to the sway of his tongue. When Saadiq broke the kiss, he had to steady her to keep her knees from buckling. “I’ll be in touch, wifey.”
“Nigga please, you wish.” While trying to act like he didn’t just nearly tongue kiss her into an orgasm.
“I ain’t gotta wish no more, that shit ‘bout to come true this time.” He shot over his shoulder as he strolled his bow-legged ass back toward Box of Bagels.
“What do you mean by ‘this time’?”
He laughed, then said, “You’ll see.”
“Wait,” Zia called him after shaking off the dick haze he had her in. “You said renovations? What renovations? For what? What the fuck is Cedric doing over there? Whatever it is, it better not interrupt my?—”
“Not Cedric, me. How many times do I gotta say that shit? I’m having the renovations done for the ice cream castle I’m opening.”
“Excuse me, what ice cream castle? You out ya mind if you think you’re opening any kinda ice cream establishment next door to my gotdamn cookie shop.”
“It’s already done. See you soon, neighbor.”
“No the hell you’re not,” She rushed over to the passenger side of her Expedition and scrambled through her purse for her phone. “I’m about to call Cedric and find out what the fuck?—”
“Go ‘head, baby,” Smirking, Saadiq shrugged. “All he’s gon’ do is tell you to talk to the new owner.” He sold this complex last month.
