Page 9 of Christmas Luvin

“It’syour world, baby.I’mjust living in it,”Iresponded, not giving a damn if she wanted to do the whole house in pinkChristmasdecorations as long as we weren’t in that fuckin’ store for two damn hours.

Whatevercolors she decided on,Iwould agree with them.Iwas just there to swipe my card when the cashier let me know the crazy ass priceIwould have to pay.Iwasn’t even going to trip becauseBriaknew she didn’t have a limit with me.

Everythingwas starting off well.She’dalready found the whiteChristmastree she wanted, soIplaced the big ass box inside the cart.Ididn’t even trip when she told me to get another cart because the decorations and shit weren’t going to fit in just one cart.Now, she was pushing one, and so wasI.Theyhad the decorations in order by color.Briahad already told me she wanted to do a white and silver color scheme, so that’s the aisle we were in.Shewas picking up all kinds of shit and putting it in the cart.

Wewere toward the middle of the aisle, and she was kneeling with icicle ornaments in her hands.Asshe examined them,Inoticed a familiar face walking in the aisle with her homegirl.Thiswas the shit thatBrialowkey complained to me about.Shehated the fact that damn near everywhere she went, she was sized up and down or pointed at by someoneIhad more than likely fucked before she came into my life.

Thewoman who was about to walk past was namedLexi.Duringmy early twenties,Iused to fuck on her just about every other day.Shewas the woman who had gotten the closest to having a relationship with me, butIjust didn’t.Ilacked trust back then.Iwas heavy into that fraud shit and young enough to knowIwasn’t ready to settle down.So,Iwas scared that ifIdid make shit official with us,Iwould fuck around and cheat, then she would snap, air a nigga out to the feds, and my ass would be in prison.

Believeit or not, that’s whyIdidn’t get a girlfriend for so long.Iknew so many niggas in prison behind a bitch, andIwasn’t going out like that.LexiandIused to be cool, though.Ipaid for her titties to get done and everything.Backthen, she had anA-cup that she was insecure about.WhenIstarted touching real money,Igave her a few bands for her birthday, and she got her titties done.Don’tjudge a nigga becauseIalready made it clear thatIused to pay for titties andBBLs.

“Girl, look atPee-Wee,” her home girl called out, all fuckin’ loud and shit.

Justhearing my name causedBriato whip her head around in their direction, but she never stood up.Shewas still kneeling with the ornaments in her hands, more than likely looking to see what their actions would be once they were close enough.Thesecond they got close, though,Briastood and tossed the ornaments into the cart.

“Hey,Pee-Wee,”Lexicalled out, looking me up and down, and then she focused her attention onBria.

Lexiwas a beautiful girl; there was no denying that.Smallwaist, wide hips, and a fat ass.Nicechocolate skin and some pretty teeth.Idon’t check for her, so the last thingIheard about her was from a couple of years ago whenInsanetold me she’d just had a son.Iguess that would explain all theGrinchthemed decorations in her cart.

“What’sgood?”Iasked, keeping it short and sweet.

Thatwas allIcould do becauseIfelt like anything else would have been disrespectful.Iused to eat her pussy, and she used to have my dick down her throat.Weused to fuck like lovers.Anyother conversation andBriawas liable to cut my black ass.

“Bridgette, right?”LexiaskedBria, trying to be funny, knowing fuckin’ well her name wasn’t no fuckin’Bridgette.

Briadidn’t even give her a response.Shejust laughed in her face and grabbed the cart.Afterdamn near trying to runLexiover with that shit, she moved a little further down the aisle, looking at more ornaments that she casually put in the cart.See, there was a reasonGoddidn’t want us to go to the store that night.Hewas trying to prevent bullshit like this from happening.

“Ithought the girl’s name wasBridgette—”

“Hoe, stop trying to be funny because you know damn wellIcan beBernieMacin this bitch when it comes to cracking a joke.Shelook like a fuckin’Bridgetteto you?Oh, and that ain’t no girl.That’sa grown ass fuckin’ woman.Youknow me,Lexi.Let’sbe funny together.Igot all the jokes,”Icracked.

Sheain’t say shit, and neither did her homegirl.Ilowkey wanted them bitches to pop some slick shit to me becauseIwas going to start with the homegirl and talk about them patchy ass edges and theGuccyshirt she had on.Sincewhen the fuck did they start spellingGucciwith aY?Ihad a bunch of shit to talk aboutLexi, too, because ifIwasn’t mistaken, people were saying that shorty still didn’t know who her baby daddy was.Behindmy girl,I’llhurt feelings and make motha fuckas cry.

Imade it over toBriaas she threw more shit into the cart.Iwalked up behind her, wrapping both of my arms around her waist and kissing her on the back of her neck, which was exposed since she’d pulled her long hair up in a messy bun.Herbody tensed a bit whenItouched her, which let me know she was aggravated by the shit that had just happened.

“Iused to fuck on her years ago.Iknow you going to ask.Bri, that shit is old,”Igot that out before she could even say anything.

Shelaughed and pried my hands from around her. “Pee-Wee, you don’t have to explain that to me.Imean, it’s obvious you used to fuck her.Comeon, let’s see what they have in the next aisle,” she shot, downplaying the fuck out of the situation, butIcould tell it had pissed her off.

“Nah.Nah.Don’tdrop it like that because you going to hold all that shit in and then get mad at me when we get to the house.Whatall you want to know about her and me?YouknowI’man open book when it comes to you,”Isaid, and she just shook her head.

“Nothing,Efrem.Idon’t want to know anything.Comeon,” she stated.

Ionly dropped it for the time being because we were in the store, andIwasn’t trying to start a scene.She’dpretty much just told on herself that she was mad at me by calling meEfrem.Sherarely called me that shit.Ihad to have pissed her off for her to call meEfrem.See, a trip thatIdidn’t even want to go on in the first place, and now my ass was in fuckin’ trouble.

“Oh, add this too,”Briasaid to the cashier before picking up a fuckin’ nutcracker that cost sixty dollars, adding it to the bill that was already almost a thousand.

Ilaughed while shaking my head, aware that she was purposely trying to milk my fuckin’ pockets.Ifonly she knew that little one thousand dollar bill wasn’t shit becauseIspent that on a pair of shoes, so the joke was on her.Ipaid that little tab, and we went outside, where she pushed one cart, andIpushed the other.Briaunlocked the doors and tried to help me with the bags, butImoved her little ass out of the way.

“Igot it, baby.Juststart the car,”Isaid.

Iwas really trying to stall becauseIknew we would have to talk about that shit once we got inside.Iloaded her trunk slow as fuck, andIeven took the carts over to the little cart holder, trying to waste more time.Igot in the car and opened theSkittlesthatI’dthrown in the cart once we made it to the front of the store and were about to check out.

“Youwant some?”Ioffered, putting theSkittlesin front of her, and she shook her head.

“I’mnot mad you fucked that girl,Pee-Wee.YouknowItold you that whatever you did in your past is your past.Ihate that every timeIrun into a bitch that you dealt with, they always find a way to be funny when they see me.Sheknew damn well my name wasn’t no fuckin’Bridgette,”Briasnapped.

Briawasn’t a curser.She’dsay little words every now and then like shit, hell, or ass, but that was really it.Mostof her curse words were used when we were fuckin’, though.Shehad just dropped anF-bomb on me, soIknew that little exchange between her andLexihad her hot for real.Iain’t say shit because she wasn’t finished.Icould tell by the look in her eyes that she had a lot of shit to get off her chest, soIsat back and allowed her to do it beforeIinterrupted her.

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