Page 23 of Pills and Potions: Kase
The door opened.
We froze.
My skirt was still hiked up, his mouth still on me. And there, in the doorway, stoodJace, eyes wide, drink in hand, looking like he just walked in on a damn crime scene.
“Thefuck?!” Jace shouted, stumbling back.
Kase stood up slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chest rising like he’d just run a marathon.
“Damn, bro,” he muttered, calm and irritated. “You ever heard of knocking?”
Jace didn’t leave right away. He stood in the doorway, jaw clenched, eyes bouncing between me and Kase like he couldn’t decide who to be more mad at. Not because we got caught, but because heknewhis brother. Knew the kind of shit Kase did to women. Knew he was a dog, smooth-talking, reckless, and dangerous with a heart he didn’t even pretend to protect.
“I need to speak to you for a minute,” Jace said, voice clipped and tight.
Kase exhaled through his nose, clearly irritated, but followed him out of the room without a word. The second they stepped into the hallway, I jumped up and adjusted my clothes, heart still racing from being caught like that. It was myfirst timedoing anything sexual, ever. And I still couldn’t believe it happened like this. Couldn’t believe someone walked in. And out ofallpeople… it had to beJace. I just knew he was gonna tell Tuesday. And once she found out? She’d be pissed. She told me to stay clear of Kase. Told me he wasn’t the type of man I needed near me. And now here I was, skirt still crooked, breath still shaky, legs still trembling, and she was about to find out in the worst possible way. I sat down, trying to calm my nerves, but the hallway wasn’t quiet. Their voices carried, sharp and rising. I leaned slightly toward the cracked door, listening.
And it was aboutme.
“You serious right now?” Jace snapped. “You couldn’t help yourself, huh? Had to go and ruin her, too?”
Kase’s usual arrogance faded. I could hear it in his tone, the way that cocky gleam dulled.
“Ain’t nobody ruining her,” he said, voice rough.
Jace scoffed. “Nah. You don’tdocareful, Kase. You don’tdofeelings. You chew women up and spit ‘em out, and you think just ‘cause you throw money and dick at 'em it make it okay.”
I flinched hearing that, but Kase didn’t back down.
“Watch your mouth,” he warned, voice low and sharp.
“Nah. Not this time,” Jace fired back. “She ain’t like them other girls. She’s not built for the type of games you play.”
Then came silence. Just long enough for me to hold my breath.
“I ain’t playin’ with her,” Kase finally said, quieter. But there was something in the way he said it… that made my chest clench.
“Fuck that,” Jace shot back, angrier now. “I worked too hard to have what I got with Tuesday. Ilovethat girl. And I’m not about to let you screw this up by hurting her cousin and blowing up our peace. Blyss is a friend to me, and I care about her like she’s family. So if you don’t know how to be real, if you can’t betruthfulwith your feelings, then leave her the fuck alone.”
I sat there, lips parted, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The truth pill was still working on Kase, but I had one more day. But was he even listening to himself? Was he hearing what he was saying? Because I was, and I didn’t know what scared me more, that it was real or that it wasn’t.
Chapter 7
Kase Madoxx
Man, I wasn’t tryna hurt Blyss. That was never the goal. But the truth? Deep down, I knew I couldn’t give her what she needed right now. She deserved more than a man still tryna piece himself together. She needed stability, somebody who could show up without excuses, without the bullshit. My black ass was still carrying weight I hadn’t even unpacked, still dodging emotions like they were enemies. So instead of dealing with what I felt, I did what I always do. I ran. Found a woman who didn’t ask no questions. One I could touch without having to feel. Somebody who didn’t need honesty, just the distraction.
My head was pounding from all the Henny I’d knocked back, and I couldn’t remember shawty’s name for the life of me. It was something with a “K.” Or maybe a “B.” Shit, I really didn’t care. She told me earlier at the bar, but I wasn’t listening. I just watched her now, struggling to suck my dick, mouth, damn near choking on the size. She could barely take it, but she kept trying, sloppy and desperate like she had something to prove. She was swallowing me down, throat deep, and when I finally let go. My nut hit hard, and she took every drop like it was some kind of competition she couldn’t afford to lose. When she pulled back,her lips were slick, her chin wet, her eyes glazed like she was high off me. She looked up like she was waiting for praise, but I wasn’t handing out shit, not for that weak-ass performance that barely got me there.
The only reason I entertained her ass was ‘cause I wasn’t about to waste a fuckin’ nut. Frowning, I zipped up my pants and adjusted myself in the driver’s seat, then turned to the chick, who was still fixing her hair like she ain’t just embarrassed herself. Since the head was straight trash, I knew I wasn’t calling her again. If you asked me, all these build-a-new-body bitches were the same. They acted like they could suck or take dick, but it was straight garbage.
"Alright, you ain’t gotta go, but you gotta get the hell outta here."
"You serious right now?" she asked, voice cracking. "You just gon’ drop me off on the side of the road like I’m nothing?"
"I would call you an Uber, but I figured your dignity needed the steps. Now bounce."
"You’re an asshole," she mumbled.
