Page 27 of The Biker and the Baker
Me:Say what now?
Onyx:You claimed me as your ‘boyfriend’ and haven’t even taken me out on a date. I feel used.
Onyx:You're a shitty girlfriend.
Me:It’s true. I am. You should break up with me.
Onyx:Nah. I like my girlfriend. She’s dope. Keeping her. I just wish she’d be a little nicer to me sometimes. Treat me like a human with feelings.
Me:Why does your girlfriend have to do all the work?
Onyx:Caz the ball is in her court. Don't mind doing all the work if that’s what she wants. But she’s the dominant, independent kind, so I’m letting her set the pace. If it means I get to keep her.
Wait, is he asking me out or…? I can't tell.
Onyx... and me? Nah, he’s just messing with me. Definitely.
Confused and bothered—in a feel-good way—I decide to leave him on read until I can gather my senses. I'm supposed to hate this man. He denied me my dream job because I wasn't a wafer bitch. He sexualizes women he considers beautiful and shames others. Not good.He'snot good. I hate him, he hates me, and we should keep it that way, not blur the lines, because that’s just a disaster waiting to happen.
Around an hour or so later when I’m getting ready for bed, another text chimes in...
Onyx:You still messing around with that tool?
Me:That “tool” is your family.
Onyx:Barely.
Onyx:So…?
Me:What business is it of yours?
Onyx:You’re the one who labeled me your boyfriend.
Me:To save you from the vultures!
Onyx:Here I thought it was caz you were jealous.
Me:Jealous of what?
Onyx:That one mom with the fake tits who was all over me.
Me:Don’t flatter yourself. There wasn’t a damn thing to be jealous of.
Big. Fat. Lie.
Onyx:Then why did you feel the need to "save" me?
Me:No. I'm not messing around with Cal anymore.
Onyx:Good. Caz I don't share.
Me:There's nothing for you to share!
Onyx:You started it Sweet P.
Onyx:*winky face emoji*
Me:Started what?
