Page 7 of Bricked Up
Crossing his arms across his chest, Saadiq said, “‘Cuz I asked you to.”
“Nope,” Zia shook her head. “I’ve done all the cummin’ I’mma do for you today.”
Saadiq glanced down between Zia’s thighs while licking his lips. “You think so?”
“I know so, Saadiq. I ain’t about to fool with you,” Soft laughter slipped from her lips. “I’m exhausted and ready to go home. But I just wanna ask you something. Well, a couple of things before we go.”
“Of course you do,” He chuckled. “You always been nosy. So, gon’ and ask away.”
“Was your decision to buy this complex, knowing I would be your tenant, intentional? Also, are you really planning to open an ice cream parlor next to my cookie shop when it could potentially cost me business? And lastly, were you ever gonna tell me? Why wasn’t I notified about a change in ownership?”
“Damn girl, you so full of yaself. I knew I shoulda smoked before I came back up in here,” Amusement lit up his gaze as he pondered her questions. “Uh, let’s see. So, no. I didn’t even know you were slinging cookies for a living. My realtor actually found this spot. I did know you were here before I took ownership, though. And as long as I don’t make any major changes, Michigan law does not require you to be aware of a change in ownership. I did still plan on coming to let you and the other three tenants know, though. Eventually. You were gonna be last, though.” Shrugging, he chuckled. “And every business around here could potentially cost you business.”
“Not like a shop selling ice cream could. So spare me the bullshit, and why was I gonna be last? Don’t you think that that would’ve been highly unprofessional to be so petty?”
“No, the fuck I did. You broke my heart. And if I wanted to be petty, I could’ve been petty. I still could be.” Saadiq warned as he mugged her.
“I see, I guess some things never changed,” Sighing, Zia released a heavy breath, then asked, “Saadiq, why are you out walking God’s green earth lying on me? Is this what you’ve been telling people, that I broke your heart when you're the one who broke my?—”
“Come on now, Zia. When have you ever known me to be a lying ass nigga? I’m genuine and honest to a fault, and we ain’t been broken up that long for you to forget that shit. But since you got temporary amnesia, let me refresh your memory. Did you or did you not pack up all yo’ shit while I was at work and leave a note on the counter telling me that I was a lying, cheating ass nigga who deserved to have his dick cut off and fed to him. Remember that shit?” he asked as he pushed up off the counter and started pacing to help level out his growing frustration. “And not only did you change your number while I was at work, but you also blocked me from all your social media, and you changed the locks on your crib. You told your family that we were through because I supposedly was screwing some hoe that worked at my bank down the street from me. Don’t fucking play with me, mannn! You did a nigga dirty.”
“Yeah, I sure did,” Zia hopped off the counter, walked over to him, and got all up in his face. “‘Cause you had me out here looking like a fool. All I needed was proof of what the fuck I was told, and once I had that shit, it was time to get the fuck on. Wasn’t no way I was gon’ let you play in my face like you were the only nigga that wanted me. Had me fucked up then, and you got me fucked up now. Shit, my pussy is made of gold,you thought I was ‘bout to let you fuck me over when I’m the muthafuckin’ prize. And you forgot that shit.”
“Mannnn, Zia,” Saadiq chuckled as he moved back over to the counter. “Walk up on me wit’ all that hostility in ya voice again if you want to. You ain’t gon’ have no dress to walk up outta here in, in a minute. I’mma rip that muthafucka off you and beat the bottom out that pussy. Keep acting like you don’t know that I won’t fuck the shit outta you all over this bitch and have you walking up outta here in just my muthafuckin’ t-shirt.”
Zia knew he meant every word. She rolled her eyes but quickly took her ass back around to her side of the prep area.
“And I ain’t forget shit either,” He held her stare until she glanced away. “I know you’re a diamond. Rare as fuck. I knew you were the prize and felt blessed beyond words to be with you. Even when you worked a nigga’s nerves. You were all I wanted. My heart was always full with you.”
“Then why the fuck would you go and break mine, Saadiq? If I meant so much to you, why fill my soul with so much hurt?”
“Zia,” Saadiq ran his hands down his face in frustration. “I didn’t cheat on you wit’ that girl. I never cheated on you. Never. Never even had the urge to. I know that shit sounds crazy, but it’s the truth.”
“I had proof, Saadiq.” She waved her hands about dismissively. “Proof that you cheated on me. The bitch and her momma approached me about you in the fucking parking lot. How the fuck did she know where you lived if you wasn’t fucking her, huh? She said y’all were engaged and had lost a fucking baby not too long ago. Said you only stepped out because you couldn’t cope with her depression after the loss of the baby. Then she told me y’all had been together for three years and asked me to please stop seeing you so y’all could fix your relationship and get married. The whore had pics and everything. And then someone else who knows both of us admitted that the bitch wasn't lyingand had more pics to support her claim. What you’re saying can’t be the truth, so just gon’ and admit it.”
“Nah, I ain’t never gon’ admit to shit I ain’t guilty of. I don’t know who the fuck the girl was. And before you, I ain’t never fuck with a chick long enough to even meet her fucking momma. I never cheated, Zia. I’on care what nobody told you. Whoever was in them pics wasn’t me. Or it was some old shit that happened before we met. And bet not nobody I know had backed up that bullshit ass story. Who the fuck was this muthafucka backing up this bullshit anyway?”
“Saadiq,” She huffed a frustrated sigh. “Does it even matter? Besides, it won’t do any good now. It’s in the past.”
“Just admit?—”
“It matters when I’m the one being fucking lied on. Shit, a nigga got feelings too. It matters when my name is out here being tainted. It matters when I’m telling you that I didn’t fucking do the shit. You know what hurts the most, though? It hurt that you believed the shit and took off instead of trusting me to get to the bottom of whatever the fuck was going on.” Shaking his head, Saadiq lowered it slightly as several memories flashed through his mind. Some of the best times of his life had been with Zia. “That shit really fucked me up. I hated you and the ground you walked on. I’m still fucked up behind that shit.”
“You don’t think I ain’t fucked up behind what happened, Saadiq?” Zia folded her arms across her chest and smacked her lips in annoyance. “I had to do what was best for me, and I feel like if the shoe were on the other foot, you would have done the same thing. A nigga is never gon’ waste my time or play with my heart. I wanted to get even so gotdamn bad, but it would’ve been too much unnecessary energy wasted on you. I only have one life. I don’t like my time being wasted. Leaving you and cutting all communication was hard, but I had to do it to heal and move on.” She released a frustrated breath, then asked, “Do you thinkit was easy to forget you, Saadiq. To walk away from you when my head and heart refused to let you go. Hell, when my pussy refused to let you go? You’re still the one and only nigga I let inside me raw, the only one I ever trusted with my body like that. To this day. And look, I stupidly let you spread my legs and slide right up in me like you ain’t been gone from my life for the past three years. So don’t talk to me about being fucked up behind our breakup. I’m over this conversation, though, thanks for your help, but you can go now.” Zia pushed away from the counter and headed toward the back kitchen exit.
“I can talk to ya mean ass ‘bout whatever the fuck I want,” Saadiq caught her by her wrist, pulled her toward him, and slipped his tongue between her lips. Backing her up against the counter, he turned her around and wrapped his hands around her hips. He proceeded to place kisses on her neck between sentences. “You left a void in my heart when you left me, Zia. There ain’t been a day since you left that I haven’t thought about you or wondered what you were up to. My love for you rivaled my hate for you daily. I tried to move the fuck on from you every fucking day. I’m still furious with you right now for not automatically knowing that I’d never hurt you like that. Bend the fuck over, Zia.”
Tilting her head up towards him, slightly confused, Zia said, “But aren’t you still pissed at me?”
“I am,” He nodded, right before he eased his tongue between her lips again and tongue her ass down just how she liked that shit.
“Well then, you should be too pissed to want any of this pu?—”
“Bend that ass over, Zia. You comprehend better when I beat ya pussy ‘til it’s nice and creamy and I eat that muthafucka off the bone,” Saadiq raised her dress and freed his dick. “And I ain’t never gon’ be too mad to bang these pussy walls in. Not wit’ the way ya pussy be deep throating my dick.”
Smirking, Zia sucked her teeth between her bottom lip and folded her arm across her breasts. “After the way you just insulted me, nigga fuck you. You can kiss my ass. ‘Cause ain’t no way I’m?—”
Saadiq yanked her ass up and bent her over before she could finish her sentence. “Shut the fuck up and take this dick, Zia.”
