Page 19 of The Hellcat Barbies: Zora
“You bold as fuck. You know that?” I muttered, my voice low against her mouth.
“Mhm,” she moaned against my lips.
I kissed her again, harder this time, my fingers digging into her waist. She melted against me, but I could feel her trying to gain control, shifting on my lap like she was testing how much I’d let her get away with.
I pulled back just enough to catch her eye. “Aight, Zo. You keep playing like that, and this shit gon’ go way past dinner.”
“Who said I wanted it to stop there?”
Before I could counter with a response, there was a loud, persistent knock on the door.
“You expecting somebody?” I inquired.
She shook her head. “No. You’re already here. My brother has keys, and my girls would’ve called first.”
Another knock came through… louder this time.
She stood, but I caught her wrist before she could walk off. “Nah… stay here,” I ordered, already headed toward her front door.
I crossed the room and swung the door open to find a nigga standing there with a scowl on his face and too much fuckin’ air in his chest.
“Who the fuck are you?” he demanded.
I leaned into the frame, looking him over once before I spoke. “Your worst nightmare if you’on take all that bass out ya voice.”
I heard Zora come behind me, but I never took my eyes off this nigga. “Semi—” she started, but her tone shifted when she got a clear look at who was at her door. “Malik? What the fuck you doing here?”
He glanced past me like I was nothing. “I came to talk to you. You need to tell your company to leave.”
“Mutha… you know what?” I started but caught myself. Malik squared his shoulders like he was ready for whatever and any other time I would’ve given him exactly what he was looking for. Instead, I gave my attention back to Zora. “Zora, I’ll make thiseasy for you. I’m gone. Handle this shit and hit me back when you get rid of this bum ass energy.”
“Semi, you don’t have to go,” she pleaded.
I kissed her temple before pulling back. “Yeah, I do.” My eyes cut to Malik, so he knew I was talking to him. “But listen close, my boy. Test me again, and I’ll put you somewhere you can’t climb back from. Don’t fuck around and find out.”
I didn’t wait for his answer. I brushed past him, letting my shoulder clip his just enough, and walked off into the night.
By the time I got in my car, my blood was still running hot. I wasn’t pressed about no nigga, but I hated the thought of Zora being stuck explaining shit she didn’t owe him. She wasn’t mine… not yet, but the way I felt leaving her standing there didn’t sit right. Malik wasn’t a threat, but I could be. I found myself ready to go to war for Zora, and like I mentioned before… I’ain fighting the shit.
7
Zora
The second Semi’s car pulled off, I turned to Malik, ready to curse him the fuck out.
“What the fuck are you even doing here?” I snapped.
He lifted his hands like he came in peace, but I wasn’t fooled. “Zo, I just wanna talk.”
“Talk?” I laughed bitterly, folding my arms across my chest. “About what? Another excuse? Another lie? You ruined every chance you had with me the second you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants. So exactly what the fuck do we have to talk about?”
“It wasn’t like that.” He lied.
I stepped closer, my tone dropping low, so he felt the weight of it. “It was exactly like that, Malik. Don’t stand here and try to rewrite history just because you miss what you lost. I don’t want you. Not as a man, not as a friend, not even as a memory.”
His eyes flickered, showing that he didn’t like what I just said. “So that’s it? After everything, you just gon’ toss me out like I never mattered?”
“Nigga, you stepped out on me like I didn’t fuckin’ matter,” I snapped back. “You don’t get to fuck me over and then act like I owe you some shit. You need to leave…now.”
