Page 32 of Forbidden Love

Yeremy

I’m gone fuck this nigga up!I blinked hard and looked out the window. Each time that I looked over at Sol got me even more heated. Even the night wind couldn’t cool me down. I clenched my jaw so hard that I could feel the ache climbing into my temples. I glanced over at Sol, he had one hand on the wheel and the other draped casually over his thigh like he wasn’t the reason that things would be weird for me once I went back to work.

I could still feel Larae’s stare and hear the hurt in his voice when he asked me why. Sol turned me into a damn liar, and the scary thing about it was, I felt super content in my petty little girl lies.

We turned onto a quiet street and pulled up to a nice, modern, brick one-story house that had wide windows. A matte black truck sat in the driveway. It was calm and quiet in his neighborhood; I imagined Sol living in some big grand place. Then again, he had a lowkey chilled persona. Sol didn’t flex his money like most men his age would.

Niggas in the streets would have never thought Sol lived in this house from how simple and clean it looked. He pulled in the driveway and got out without saying a word. I watched him walkaround to my side and open the door. He looked down at me like nothing had happened and that made me even more pissed.

“Get out,” he said calmly.

The second my foot touched the pavement, everything hit me at once. The shame, rage, and frustration of this whole ordeal between Sol and I was turning me into someone that I was finding it hard to recognize. I started swinging hard on him.

“Why the fuck would you do that, when you know you really don’t want me for real!?” I screamed, punching him in the chest.

“You just show the fuck up and embarrass me! I gotta work with him!” I socked him so hard in the jaw that it felt like my knuckles cracked.

Sol didn’t say a word, he let me hit him anywhere that I could without blocking my hits.

“I’m not gone let you fuck me up! You want to get in my fucking head! Fuck me, disappear, pop back up, and do the same shit over and over! I swear I fucking hate you!” My fists bounced off his face.

I hit him right in his bottom lip, making it split. It scared me for a bit because he still didn’t flinch or move. My hands was numb, still, I wasn’t done with making him feel me. I wasn’t just some punk ass bitch that he was gonna just play around with whenever the fuck he felt like it. I halted my fist back and in one swift motion Sol gripped my wrist mid-swing. He pulled me close then lifted me off the ground.

I used all of my strength to thrash in his arms. I kicked my legs as my fists pounded his hard chest. None of it mattered, he was too strong.

“Put me the fuck down!” I shrieked.

“I swear! I’m going to fuck you up!” I yelled out of breath.

He carried me up the walkway, his arms was tight around my waist. I buried my face in his shoulder and sobbed out of anger. When the front door opened, he carried me across the thresholdand held me tighter. The door clicked behind us. He walked me deeper into the house past his sleek black furniture and framed art on the walls.

I didn’t know what room we entered when he lowered me onto a long leather couch with his hand still wrapped around my waist. The space smelled like cedarwood and clove, I inhaled and exhaled it. I pulled away from him and looked away.

“I’m gonna tell that nigga Casper what the fuck is up between us.” He plopped down beside me, still breathing calmly.

I looked over at him, he placed one elbow on his knee. The blood from his split lip dried onto his perfectly shined beard.

“You not about to control me with blackmail,” I murmured.

“Nah, this ain’t blackmail. I told you that I was trying to figure shit out. At first, I thought that I just needed to fuck…then I’d be over even wanting you in my space.”

I looked at him stunned.

“So why did you come to Larae’s house…when you haven’t even bothered to call me since?—”

“Man, shut the fuck up. Don’t ask me no stupid shit after I just said what the fuck I said. You know why the fuck I popped up. You didn’t answer the phone nor text messages. You sharing your location trying to play with a nigga’s mind. You like to lie to yourself, Yeremy…act like you don’t know what the fuck going on and find the fuck out the hard way. Tonight was the hard way.” His voice carried the type of weight that felt like an anchor had been dropped between us.

Sol stared at me, his dark brown eyes empty of an apology but full with something dangerous.

“Your dumb ass was gonna fuck that nigga to try to forget me? Just giving that good ass pussy away to anybody when you should be cherishing that shit…” He shook his head in disappointment.

“I just don’t understand why bitches can’t worship their bodies. Pussies are internal, it ain’t like a dick. A nigga can just hop in the shower and wash pussy off. We can fuck anything with no emotions attached. Y’all women fuck on niggas and it became internal…niggas can leave their kids inside of you and them kids travel or however that shit work. You get what the fuck I’m trying to say. You want to waste good pussy on a nigga that you don’t even dream of…a nigga that don’t got you feeling how I do. You dumb as fuck and that’s a got-damn turn off,” he spat out harshly, causing me to flinch.

“Don’t even say no smart shit, after you just tried to beat my ass. Yeah, I want yo dumb ass. I like you and think about you even when I don’t check for you. You don’t think I’m trying to sort through how the fuck I’m feeling toward you…especially when bitches don’t mean shit to me half the time? This is why, I’m gone have to talk to Casper.” His shoulders dropped.

“You fuckin’ with my head…I’m too real of a nigga to be out here wanting you then trying to hide you. At the same time, it’s some shit that transpired that I would have to tell you…that alone would probably break your fragile ass heart…I don’t want to do that…so I gotta weigh this shit out properly.” He stood up from the couch and walked away from me.

“Sol, we need to stop whatever this is. I’m not trying to disappoint my dad again. He’s tough and gets on my nerves, but I love him. I need to make him proud. You are not good for me, you can’t even sort out your own feelings. You never been with a woman on a serious level and I’m not about to be your trial run either. You don’t got to tell Casper shit, because after tonight…I want you to leave me the fuck alone.” Soon as the words left my mouth, I smiled inwardly.

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