Page 12 of U + Me : The Finale
“Ain’t shit for us to talk about. Kill allat bae shit.”
“Hmph. Who is she?”
“Man, gon on with allat.”
“I wanna know who the bitch is that got you acting funny with me!” She hollered at the top of her lungs.
“I’ma give you one chance to leave on yo own.”
I wasn’t one to put my hands on a female, but Justine wasn’t your typical female. The bitch wasn’t normal.
“You not about to put me out of shit. I just came to tell you I’m pregnant. So, whoever the hoe is, end that shit before I have to end it for you.”
“There you go wit all that weird shit. Take yo ass on up outta here.” I grabbed Justine by the arm and led her toward the back entrance.
Just in case I had to physically toss her ass out, I didn’t want to toss her out on her ass in front of my place of business. The whole time Justine was laughing in this high-pitched sound that was making my ears ring.
When we got to the back door, I pushed her up against the door then grabbed her by the neck with my other handand applied just enough pressure to keep her from talking or laughing.
“That pregnancy shit is lame, and if you is pregnant, it ain’t mine. It’s been a minute since I hit that.”
I loosened my grip cause I wasn’t trying to stop her from breathing.
“You calling me a liar cause I ain’t no liar!” Justine shouted.
“If you brang yo ass round here again, it’s gon’ be a bad day for you and a long day for me.”
I released her neck but not before I rocked the back of head against the wall then opened the back door so she could leave.
“I’ma make yo life a living hell, nigga. You fucked with the wrong one!” Justine pouted as she rubbed her neck and head.
“Nah, you playing wit the wrong one. Keep testing me, you gon find out.”
I pushed Justine out the door then slammed it shut. This wasn’t the first time Justine had come up to my lounge on some dumb shit. She popped up on Valentine’s Day talking about she was pregnant but had lost the baby. She was hysterical, and it was embarrassing, being that she brought it to my place of business and the place was packed wall to wall that night.
She put on so good that I started to feel sorry for her ass. I started entertaining her more than I really should’ve been, especially since I never had any desire on ever making her my woman. I was clear with her on that, but I guess me “being there” for her during the aftermath of her so-called miscarriage was the least I could do but it gave of the wrong message to her.
The whole time, I got to truly see just how unstable she was. Right before I met Claudia, I cut shit off with Justine because I had had enough. Justine would be cool long as we were around each other, but whenever I was at work, she would always accuse me of fucking around with a bunch of females. And no lie, there had been a few females I had a one-night delight with but again,Justine wasn’t my woman. I got sick of the shit and sick of always arguing with her, so I had to cut her off.
The popping up at my lounge, causing a scene, I didn’t play that shit. Here she was pulling it again and it took everything in me to keep from strangling her to sleep. Justine liked to used pregnancy as a way to try to keep a nigga and that was a turn off and trifling as all hell. That’s why Justine was not someone that I wanted to have a child with or pursue anything with. I made sure to always use protection when we smashed so I know she was full of shit. Even though protection wasn’t a 100% guarantee, the last time we got down was months ago. I remember I nutted in the condom and flushed it down the toilet, so this pregnancy was some straight bullshit.
The last time she pulled it, I told her that she was pushing me to put hands on her ass and I gave her grace and let her slide, but she took me beyond my limit. I had a rule to never put hands on a woman unless they stole from me, but Justine had showed me the way. I didn’t know if Justine was going through a bad depression or what, but the toxic shit was just way too much. Fuckin’ with her ass was a risk to my safety and freedom.
I stopped at the bar area to put some ice in a glass so that I could pour myself a shot once I got back into my office. When I opened my office door, I almost dropped my glass when my heart nearly jumped out my chest as I saw Claudia sitting on the edge of my desk.
“Hey, baby girl, when did you get here?”
KIMMIE
Thursday Morning…
The last few nights I had a hard time sleeping, but last night I slept so good that I ended up oversleeping this morning. Most days I worked remotely unless I had to go into the office, and since we had a meeting with a new client, I had no choice but to go in. No matter if my mental was in it or not, I knew my dad would be disappointed in me if I called in. Plus, it wouldn’t be a good look being that I was in position to take over his company once my dad retired, which was happening soon.
Since I didn’t have enough time to make my coffee I stopped at Dunkin Donuts because there was no way I would make it if I didn’t get some coffee and soon.
“Can I get a large, French vanilla, medium roast coffee with eight creams and ten sugars?”
“Does that complete your order?”
