Page 42 of Saint Baptiste 2

I wanted her to see that I was doing good. Wanted to prove to her that I didn’t need her. Wanted to show her that despite throwing me away like I was nothing, I made something out of myself. And you know what? She didn’t even give a fuck. All she did was judge and say I should have waited until I had a husband and kids before I bought a house. Typical basic, desperate bitch shit! Like a woman needed a man and kids to buy a fucking house. The bitch depended on dick for everything. Put dick over every single thing in her life. I couldn’t, for the life of me, understand why I expected anything different from her. Well... it wasn’t that I expected anything from her. It was a want. Not from me per se. From her. The little girl inside of me that just wanted her mother to give a fuck about her.

“You know what? I’m about to see if I can find a last-minute ticket,” Sienna said, snapping me out of my thoughts before I could sink too deep.

Again. God, I was tired of sinking. Hadn’t sank in days but the minute I pull up at this bitch, I get to going under.

“Girl, no, I’m good. The house is a mess and I do not feel like cleaning up,” I lied.

She asked me if I wanted to go with her.

I told her no.

Felt like she only offered because she was worried about me,

As a matter of fact, I knew that was why she offered. Sienna had that trip lined up months ago. She didn’t ask me to go then, why ask now? Because I was a basket case. Because I was tripping. My moods were erratic, and she wanted to keep an eye on me. I knew better. No thank you. No fucking thank you.

After a couple of seconds, I finally got out of the car. Sienna rolled her window down and told me she loved me again. Loud enough to get Chase’s attention. I knew what she was doing. She gave me those ‘wide-eyes’ with the slight cock of her head as to say, ‘be nice, bitch’. I was going to thank the nigga, I didn’t need ‘momma’ to give me a nudge.

“Love you too, bitch. Goodbye. Text me when you make it please.”

We always texted when we made it. Telling her to text me when she made it was me telling her to get the hell out of my driveway. Her meddling, pushy ass.

She forced a smile and reversed out of the driveway really slow. I rolled my eyes and shook my head before turning to find Chase standing on the porch. He chucked his chin, greeting me with a bright smile. Happy go lucky ass. God he was weird. But shit he was fine. I did a quick scan to appreciate the very noticeable bulge in his gray sweatpants. I wasn’t surprised it was there. Most men with big hands had the big dick to match.

“Good morning,” I said, with a sweet but forced smile. “Thanks for putting my cans to the curb. I was going to get to them but I?—”

“No problem,” he interrupted on his way down the stairs. “You weren’t home, and I didn’t want you to miss another trash day.”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

“You already thanked me,” he said with a light laugh.

I laughed with him. “Right.”

Was I nervous? Or embarrassed? I was something. Whatever it was, I wasn’t myself. Chase was a lot taller than I could remember. He literally towered over me. I thought about asking his height but decided against it. I was sure a lot of bitches hit him with that line. I wasn’t a typical bitch, so... I wouldn’t ask typical bitch questions. Besides, I didn’t give a fuck about how tall her was.

“Well, that second thank you was for the ride home from?—”

Fuck! What the fuck was I doing? I didn’t want to bring that up. I wanted to forget that night ever happened, but it was too late. I’d already opened my big ass mouth. Yeah, a bitch was tripping.

“The bar?” he finished.

“Mmhmm,” I responded. Stuffing my hands into the pockets of my hoodie, I looked off up at the house.

It was the house. I was antsy because of the got damn house. The minute I looked over at it, there was a tightness in my chest. I needed to get rid of it. I had to move. That was the only solution. There was too much sadness behind that door. Though there were good memories, the recent memories were full of depression and I just... I didn’t like it. It just emitted negative energy. It was so fucking suffocating that it even spilled out onto the sidewalk.

“You good?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“Hm? Yeah I’m fine. Have a?—

“I’m having a good day,” He interrupted with his eyes locked on mine. I let him stay there because he wasn’t a magician. “Now. However... it could be better.”

“Is that right?” I asked, with a smirk.

He was using my shit on me, but he wasn’t as bold. Chase was a man with chivalry. He wasn’t asking for pussy.

He lightly chuckled and brushed his hand over his cheek. “Yeah.”

Aw. He was nervous. How cute. I would fucking devour him. Not in a dick eating way neither. Chase could ‘stay’ for as long as he wanted because between the two of us, I was the one with the magic. I was the one that held all of the power. I couldn’t do shit with a man like him. I would walk all over him. But then again… maybe that was the problem. Maybe I needed not to fucking devour him. Maybe I needed to just.. chill?

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