Page 16 of Forbidden Love

“What you good at?”

“Everything, I know Yeremy’s good girl ass ain’t with the shits like me.” She shrugged as she took a step my way.Wrong move.I thought.

“So what you gone do to prove her wrong?”

“I want to suck the skin off yo dick nastily and feel your nut all over my face and titties.” She licked her lips hungrily.

“You want that, daddy?” She almost closed the space between us.

I didn’t flinch, I stared her dead in the face, smelling the desperation reeking from her pores.

“You just offering throat like it’s a gift, huh?” I murmured, keeping my tone flat with my eyes still locked on hers.

“That’s real fuckin’ cute.” I chuckled.

Her lips twitched into a smile like she thought I was about to say yes. I leaned down just enough to let my words slap her funky breath ass in the face.

“I killed your baby daddy, bitch. You still want to suck my dick?”

It was comical watching her face go through several different emotions.

“My niggas stormed in right when he was in the middle of fucking your best friend. You love tasting her pussy or something off the next niggas dick?” I taunted her, watching all the color drain from her face.

“Huh?” She blinked her eyes rapidly.

“You heard me bitch. Yeremy don’t know how Ramsey is your baby daddy. She doesn’t know how much of a hating ass bitch you really is. You love to play like you love her cause she loves to be a real friend to you. She pays your bills with Casper’s money whenever you fall short of a new trick. You love sucking every nigga dick for a bag. Even that nigga Casper dick been down that hollow throat of yours. You might as well be Yeremy’s shadow, crawling behind her with a fucked up BBL and no self-respect.” I spat right into her face.

She opened her mouth to speak, I cut her off right away.

“Shut whatever the fuck you ’bout to say up,” I said coldly, straightening my posture.

“You’re not even temptation, ma. You just a nut guzzlin’ ass bitch that’s looking for a come up. Eating ass and sucking balls. Them cavities in the back of yo mouth full of shit and different nigga’s nut.” The silence that fell after was brutal.

Bianca looked like she wanted to cry, instead, she turned her head like maybe if she didn’t look at me nothing I said was real.

“Give me yo muthafuckin’ phone.” I spat.

She moved like fire was attached to her ass to get her phone off the coffee table. Without being asked, she unlocked it and handed it to me. I didn’t know why the fuck I was even attempting to be this thirsty to get Yeremy’s number. Yeremy had me fucked up too, though. She called herself trying to get a one up on me by leaving my house, when I planned on breaking that pussy down one more time for good measures.

“Enjoy the time you have left with Fatz.” I locked her phone and dropped it down to the floor.

Without any more words, I turned to walk out of the room. Some women thought beauty was currency. Me? I didn’t pay for things that I could destroy with a sentence.

Chapter 9

Bianca

My heart was beating so fast, I could hear the shit in my ears. I stood frozen, lips parted, confused as hell how it went left so fast. If things went how the fuck I planned, I would’ve had Sol’s fine ass first! Sol was an evil ass bastard, yet my pussy thumped wildly for him. He knew my secret, but at the same time I knew that a nigga like him wouldn’t reveal it. I could use all of what he said to my advantage and still probably get the dick along with a nice big bag to go along with it.

Yeremy, Yeremy, Yeremy… Why was it always her?I thought as I plopped back down on the couch. I hated this feeling, how jealous I am of the bitch. I couldn’t help it, it ate away at me, crawled up my spine and coiled around my brain every time I see that stupid ass, effortless smile on Yeremy’s face. It’s not fair and I know that she’s not better than me. I was the perfect and pretty one, always had been. My hair stay laid, waist snatched, face was nothing short of perfection.

I didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for sleeping with Ramsey behind her back because he was supposed to be mine the night we all was together. He just went for the pudgy, fake innocent, virgin bitch. He saw that Yeremy was green to a lot of shit and knew that she would be easier to manipulate. I fell in love withRamsey’s ass the first night we fucked. Later down the line he told me all about his plans on kidnapping Yeremy for ransom money.

That was my man, so I planned to ride until the wheels fell off. Yeremy needed a reality check anyway; she was always happy-go-lucky like that bitch Shardae. It pained me to my core listening to Yeremy speak about my man and his last words. I thought she was lying when she said that they was in the middle of fucking when men stormed in. Sol confirmed the shit, and now I was pulled back into feelings that I tried to bury. It was hard playing along, trying to be there for Yeremy mourning when I was the one with the broken heart and a son that belonged to Ramsey.

I carried his first son and only kid. I won in my eyes, but in the end, we both lost the nigga. I pressed my hand to my forehead and let my tears fall. Right on cue as if the universe just wanted to slap me, my phone lit up. Her name was on the screen as I read the message.

Bestie: Hey babe, you okay? Ain’t heard from you…I was thinking we could hit Melrose or Rodeo later. I’m in a mood to blow a bag before I go back to work in two days…Maybe get a drink or something???

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