Page 32 of His Obsession Her Cure
“Bitch, fuck you, your ass got a free flight out the deal so sit back and enjoy the trip.” I yelled.
“Don’t be mad at me," she giggled and went back to typing on her phone. I tried again but his phone rang twice before going to voicemail once again. I tried again and there was just a pause and then voicemail.
“I think this nigga blocked me. Fuck.” I hissed, going onto his insta account and left a comment.
Damn, Gun, when you start fucking fat bitches?
I had even put my phone down before he replied.
Bitch, the only thing fat on my wife is her pussy. Hop off my nuts and find you something safe to do before I have some of my cousins drag your hoe ass by that cheap ass lace front you like wearing on repeat. Shit smells like boiled cabbage and musk.
I looked up from my phone and Mya was dying laughing, she laughed so hard she fell off the bed, so I know she saw the shit he just wrote.
“Not, boiled cabbage,” she hollered. “Bitch that nigga is not playing about his bitch. I think you need to leave that nigga alone and move on, it’s too many niggas out here to be dick dumb over one. Pick your face up and let’s go to the club and find one but first take that wig off and go wash them braids. I can’t have you in the streets smelling like boiled cabbage,” she laughed some more.
I was coming for Gunner and his bitch, he was gonna see me. He was gonna pay for playing with my feelings.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Chapter 12
Pepper
After a shower and a little cuddling, we ended up back downstairs with the others. I refused for Ma to catch me and Gunner in bed together. We all woke up in the family room the next morning tangled in blankets and pillows from the fort Alestar and Aren made for us. I heard Ma sneaking in around five this morning. She had the biggest smile when she looked in on us before she headed upstairs to sleep for a few more hours. It was a little after ten when we all got up.
After stretching and some more hygiene we came downstairs to find the guys had put the pillows and blankets we used last night. Once we had cleaned up the sunroom we headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. We sat in silence over plates of fruit, beef bacon, waffles and eggs as the guys told us about the inheritance they received from their grandfather. I watched almost in tears when Gunner assured Ma and Char that they would forever be taken care of. We weren’t surprised when Ma turned down their many attempts to give her money. From what I gathered being around was that Ma was already well off but that didn’t stop her boys from wanting to spoil her and Char. They both deserved it so much. Char was already talking about new cars and a shopping spree.
After we dressed, Alestar suggested we go shopping for last-minute school supplies and other things we might need before having lunch wherever we liked. I was hesitant because I was on a budget but of course Gunner wouldn’t take no for an answer. We grabbed our things and hopped into Alestar’s Suburban. I loved this truck so much. It was my dream car. We ended up at an upscale mall not too far from the house. I had no idea what they thought I could afford in this mall. So, I just went with it. I would just window shop and get a Walmart delivery for the things I would need later. As we walked into the mall I tried to hang back, but Gunner must have noticed it and pulled me close to him. The first store we walked into was Saks Fifth Avenue and Char and Ma quickly started picking up things that caught their eye while I just stayed next to Gunner and watched them.
“Lil baby what are you doing?” He asked, looking down at me.
“Um, nothing, why?”
“You don’t see anything in here you like?" He asked me.
“Sure, it’s a lot of nice things in here but I can’t afford to shop here Gunner.” I told him.
“Listen I’m gonna need you to let your man do nice shit for you which includes taking care of your wants and needs. If I got it, you got it. Now go pick out some things or I’ll do it for you.”
I hesitated and stood looking up at him, trying to figure out where a man like Gunner came from. Instead of waiting for me to move he grabbed my hand and led me to the sofa that Ma and Char were sitting on looking at items they had selected. He stopped a sales associate and had her bring out all of this season's bags, sandals and dresses in our sizes. The first thing that caught my eye was a high neck tear drop rhinestone maxi dress in olive green. It was sexy and revealing and I couldn’t wait to try it on.
“Lil baby, try that one on for me. I know you would look so fuckin good in that.” He said softly in my ear.
Without another word I took the dress from the associates hands before following her to the changing rooms. The dress hugged my body like it had been sewn for me, the deep olive fabric sliding over my curves in a way that made me feel sexy. I turned side to side, smoothing my hands over my hips, picturing Gunner’s face when he saw me in this.
“Yes bitch, daddy’s gon’ lose his mind when he sees us.”
“Damn.” A deep voice said, but it was Gunner.
I stiffened, glancing to the side to find a man leaning casually against the fitting room doorway, his smile was bold enough to make my skin prickle.
“That dress was made for you, beautiful,” he said, giving me a slow once-over that lingered too long on my thighs.
“If we wanted your opinion we’d buy it. Like that cheap cologne you sampled but couldn’t afford. Nigga over here smelling like a stripper. Tell his ass to move before he fucks up our lungs.
“I’m good, thank you,” I said, flat but polite, turning back to the mirror.
But he stood there smiling, clearly not taking the hint.
