Page 101 of Anything Necessary for Her
“I don’t give a fuck what she needed to discuss! This is a party! She could save that shit for a fucking Monday or something!” Banks snapped.
“It don’t fucking work like that! This shit is ’round the fucking clock!”
“Yeah, well guess what else doesn’t work like that, Willow? If you wanna talk to her so badly, even when I don’t want you to, that’s who you need to be fucking.” She tossed her hair behind her shoulder, then added, “And while you fuck her, I’ll find me somebody else too.” She started off.
“So you gon’ fuck two niggas in one night?” His words halted her steps, making me smile deviously at the fact that this was going downhill.
“Yep!”
“So you a ho?”
“I’m about to be.” She resumed her effort to switch past him.
“Not in there with them niggas, you not. They ain’t trying to die over an offer of some pussy and nothing more. ’Cause you not giving that pussy away till I’m done with that shit.” He gripped her arm.
“When is that?”
“Never.” He brought her into him, holding her against her will as I rolled my eyes. “Gaia is a worker, nothing else. We do discuss work shit, Peep.”
“So that bitch knows more than Free or Jere or Taye? ’Cause they sure ain’t have shit to tell you, so nothing important or dire had happened, clearly.” She shook her head with a humorless chuckle, trying to get out of his embrace. “Next time, I’m gon’ slap both of y’all.”
Low just stared down at her, sexy arms rounding her body as he licked his full lips. I was waiting for him to tell her this was too much, but instead, he dropped his hands to her ass to squeezewhile kissing her neck. When she giggled, I realized their stupid fight wasn’t going to go where I needed it to.
“You right.” He pecked her forehead.
“Bitch, I see you over there listening! Don’t get excited, ’cause I ain’t ever leaving this nigga alone. You can’t dupe me out of my spot! I’m not Rue! I’ll beat your ass and have some niggas pull up!” Banks seemingly read my mind, startling me at the boom of her voice and the fact that she was addressing me.
“Ah!” I screamed when she tossed a girl’s red Solo cup filled to the brim at my car, causing some of the liquid to spill over my cracked window and splash onto me a bit.
“What you wanna do?” Low ignored her semi assault of me as I wiped sticky alcohol from the side of my face using my forearm.
Typically, I would’ve hopped out this car on her ass, but I knew Low wouldn’t have it.
“I’m leaving.” She pointed over his shoulder to Kailey’s car now that Taye was on the driver’s side, still macking on her friend.
“Nah. You told me the issue, and I’m gon’ correct that shit, make sure it don’t happen again. I told you I can’t let you break up with me, Peep.” He pulled her closer, making me roll my eyes.
I wanted to pull off, but I also didn’t want her to think she’d checked me, . . . even though she did. By saying that, I had to let a little time pass to prove she couldn’t make me do anything.
She cupped his face. “We’re not breaking up, Willow. We’re arguing.” She kissed him, needing to stand on her tiptoes, even though she had on heels.
“I need you to stay with me or leave with me. I don’t want you leaving with Kailey. I want seconds since you can fuck again with yo’ fast ass.” He threw her over his shoulder and started toward the side of the house where the outdoor entrance of the sunroom they’d been fucking in was.
“You’ll be lucky if you can fuck me again!” she shouted, dangling over his back.
“Girl, shut up! You know damn well you about to let him smash! Got me in my damn car as if we were about to actually leave!” Kailey fussed at her best friend, making the few people outside laugh.
Having heard enough to know I wouldn’t get my wish tonight, I started my vehicle as Taye followed behind Kailey like a dog back into Free’s house. Banks and Low had already disappeared around the corner to the sunroom, so I sped off, not wanting to think about what I had seen earlier.
After parking in my driveway half an hour later, since there was no traffic coming from Free’s far ass house this late, I grabbed my phone and turned off the focus setting. As soon as I did, I saw Boyce had been blowing me up, and rightfully so, since I told him I’d be home by eleven and it was now one a.m.
As soundlessly as possible, I slipped inside the house and started for the bathroom so I could quickly brush the alcohol and weed from my mouth then shower.
Once out, I put on pajama pants and a long-sleeved shirt—a silent notification to Boyce that I wouldn’t be fucking him tonight.
I wasn’t in the mood after all the interactions with Low and Banks, and hadn’t been able to scrub the sight of them fucking in the sunroom from my mind yet.
I had to remember, though, that Low was damaged and incapable of being a good man because of all his undisclosed trauma. And while Banks may have thought she found her soulmate, soon enough, she would be like Rue—depressed, looking crazy behind a nigga, and begging for him to give a fuck about how he treated her.
