Page 59 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Let’s do that.” I nodded, wanting to get the fuck out of here and wanting Banks to understand the type of nigga she was gunning for.
Like with Rue, I had to show her ass the hard way that as badly as she wanted me and I wanted her, I was bad for her health.
Breaking up with Rue hadn’t done the trick, so I had a threesome with her best friend, Koi, who’d been throwing the pussy at me since I met Rue, and a bitch I had her pick out at the club. After that shit, Rue stopped wanting me.
So this same shit would apply for Banks, and judging by the look on her face as I started toward the exit on the other side with the two women trailing me, I knew my plan had worked.
“Where is your car?” one asked as soon as the wind outside whipped around us.
“I’m taking you to it,” I somewhat slurred, feeling tipsy as fuck and crossfaded. I was annoyed, too, not interested, for real, in fucking on these hos, but I would start feeling it in a bit, I was sure.
They giggled infuriatingly as I led them to my whip, hopping in without opening their doors. Bitches like them didn’t give a fuck, and neither did I.
They chatted nastily to a nigga the entire time I drove to the nearest hotel, and after checking in and getting up to the room, both immediately began stripping for a nigga as I watched, taking the liquor in the room to the face.
On the low, I checked my phone to see if Banks had called or texted, lighting my ass up, but nothing of the sort had happened. Apparently, what I’d done was successful. Though I wanted this, seeing that Banks wasn’t blowing me up or asking for an explanation frightened me.
As both women dropped to their knees to suck my dick, I realized I still wasn’t hard and wasn’t going to be for the night. I wished I could’ve said I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me, but I knew exactly what it was, even in my inebriated state.
I hadn’t given a fuck about Rue when I’d executed the ultimate betrayal. But I was too far gone for Banks for this same old shit to work.
“Fuck,” I mumbled as I lay there, going deaf to both ladies complaining and asking me what the fuck was wrong.
Though I knew rumors of me not being able to get it up would soon flood the streets, I didn’t give a fuck. Realizing Banks would possibly never talk to my ass again eclipsed what the bitches in the hood would soon hear about a nigga.
Throwing my shit in park, I checked the time to see Waverley would be let out of her dance class in only a few minutes. Climbing out, I felt anxious as fuck about seeing Banks and couldn’t lie and say I didn’t wanna see her.
After the club incident, she hadn’t said shit to me. I’d texted, called, and even went onto my ghost town of a social media to DM her, despite not even being blocked, but she hadn’t responded on any of the three communications. So for the past forty-eight hours, I was struggling but chose to leave her ass alone. If she was here, though, I would speak to her ass and see if what we had was in any fucking way salvageable. I prayed it was.
The kids flooded out of the dance studio once some skinny ass flamboyant nigga opened the heavy door for them.
I grinned when Waverley’s eyes landed on me, causing a big smile to spread across her brown face as her pigtails and backpack bounced when she ran toward me.
“Can we get sushi!” She shouted as soon as she hit me, hugging my waist tightly.
“Let’s try something else, baby girl. I don’t even think eating that shit as much as you do is healthy.”
“Hmm.” She groaned, lower lip jutted out to show she disagreed with my statement. “Can Kisha put my hair in braids? This style is for kids.” Waverley promptly moved on, referencing our next-door neighbor who happened to be a kids’ stylist and had been hooking Waverley’s shit up on the regular since I nor Wyatt were versed enough, and my mama was too twisted all the fucking time to do it herself. In return, I broke Kisha off handsomely.
She’d wanted dick as payment, but that wasn’t on the table. I would never smash a bitch who knew where I lived unless I wanted her to.
“I got you,” I replied, the last word of my sentence trailing off as Banks switched out of the room, tiny ass pink shorts, a big white top, socks, and New Balance sneakers on her feet. She was typing away on her phone, Rolex on one wrist and bracelets on the other, both gleaming brightly in the sun. Her espresso complexion was pure, pristine, and flawless like always, looking even sexier in the bright ass sun. “Get inside.” I hit the locks on my Maybach as Waverley rounded my whip to do as I’d said, hollering bye to a few of her classmates on the way. “Peep.” I walked up on Banks, making her peer up from her phone, long dark hair bordering her pretty face as her piercing eyes zeroed in on me.
“Can I help you?” Her head rocked subtly from left to right as if she was already irritated with me.
“Yeah, actually.” I smiled, not because it was a good situation, but because I couldn’t help it. I’d missed her something serious and just being around her in the flesh had some shit going on in my chest that I couldn’t quite explain. It translated to the smile on my face. Banks chomped down on hergum impatiently as she waited for me to speak. “I wanna talk to you about the other night.”
“There is no need. I know what you were doing, and I got the message, Low.” She started to walk off, but I blocked her path, making her eyes mushroom in shock as she looked me up and down like I was crazy.
“Baby, that’s . . . I mean, yeah, I was trying to run you off, but I realized?—”
“I don’t give a fuck what you realized. It’s not that type of party, Willow, where you can act out and then show up with puppy dog eyes and crocodile tears telling me how damaged you are so I can forgive you. Regardless of what you’re going through, you are a grown ass man, and you know exactly what you should and shouldn’t be doing.
“So now that I see how you move, I want no parts, and I’m cool.” She shrugged one shoulder. For the first time, she looked a lot like Prime and Asif, and I didn’t know if it was because they shared the same nose, eye shape, and color, or if it was because of how she was checking a nigga, reminding me of them. “Now, is there anything else you have to say?” Her brow lifted, and when I hesitated, not knowing what I could say or do to make her forgive a nigga, she scoffed. “I’m so fucking happy I didn’t mention whatever this was to my brothers, because you would’ve had beef with them for no fucking reason. This and you, were a waste of my fucking time.” She started off, and when I grabbed her arm, she yanked from me, making me advance toward her.
“Baby—”
“Hey, she doesn’t want you touching her.” The flamboyant ass nigga from earlier walked up on us as if I couldn’t snap his muthafuckin’ neck with my middle finger and thumb only.
