She's Gotta Have It: A Hood Love Story (10 page)

“Oh a’ight,” the cousin said plopping down on the couch. “I’m Darnell by the way, what’s your name?" the cousin said to me.

“Don’t worry about who she is,” Cassian cut in. “You did this to my girl’s face?” he added, turning his attention back to Khalid.

“What? Nah bro. Ne-never. I don’t even kn-know your girl,” Khalid stuttered with his lying ass.

“So you’re calling her a liar?” Cassian glared at him and I squeezed his hand tightly.

“Man look, I-”

“Apologize right fucking now!” Cassian yelled and pulled his gun from his waist with his free hand.

“Whoa man, what the fuck!” Darnell squealed and threw his hands up in mock surrender. He was acting like the gun was pointed at him.

“Apologize!” Cassian boomed and even I jumped.

“Yo! I’m sorry! I ain’t mean to hit you Josalyn!” Khalid apologized petrified.

“What else?” Cassian scowled.

“I apologize for trying to rape you,” Khalid added and looked into my eyes.

I looked away out of embarrassment. His cousin stared at him, and then turned his lip up at the sound of him saying he tried to rape me.

“Now see, you’ve upset me by trying to call my girl a liar when I first got here,” Cassian said as if he was thinking. “I didn’t like that,” he added.

“Cassian man, chill! He sorry!” Darnell pleaded.

“Yeah man, I’m sorry!" Khalid screamed. I smiled seeing him so terrified.

“Anything else you want him to say before we leave?” Cassian asked me and I shook my head no. I let out a sigh of relief to know he wasn’t gonna kill him.

PHEW!

PHEW!

Cassian let off two silent shots into Khalid's head. “Ah!” I jumped.

“Aye man what-” the cousin tried to interfere, but Cassian executed him as well.

“Wipe the knobs!” Cassian told me and I did so with the pack of wipes in my pocket.

As I gave the doorknobs a good wipe down, even though we didn’t touch them, Cassian placed a call to someone named Denver. Once he hung up, he made sure I wiped everything correctly.

“Who is Denver?” I asked as I sat in his car with him.

“My cousin,” he replied just as a black car pulled up. Three guys climbed out and ran inside. When they came outside, they were all carrying trash bags.

“Good looking D,” Cassian smiled as he peeked out the window. Denver cheesed and nodded at me, while still holding one of the bags.

“Oh, this is my girlfriend Josalyn that I told you about,” Cassian said as he cranked up the car.

“Nice to meet you,” Denver replied, and then dapped Cassian up before running back to the car. Everyone left the scene, and a part of me felt good that revenge was taken out on that fucker!

“I love you,” I smiled at Cassian and kissed his cheek, as we drove to his house.

“I love you too baby,” he half-smiled and kissed the back of my hand.

***

“I don’t want you hanging with your sisters when they wanna do that hoe shit,” Cassian said as we lay in bed.

“Okay,” I replied as I ran my finger down his chiseled chest.

“I’m serious,” he said and leaned my head back to look into my eyes. I nodded and he started to suck my lips, while rubbing his hand between my legs.

“We just finished Cassian,” I whined and chuckled.

“I know girl, but you got some good shit,” he smiled and got in between my legs. “Even with those bruises, you’re still the prettiest girl in the world,” he whispered while taking in my appearance. “Don’t you ever try to hide something like that from me again. I’m your man, and it’s my job to make sure niggas don’t disrespect you. A’ight?” he stated sternly.

“Yes daddy,” I smirked. He did as well, and then slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I allowed him to penetrate my already sore walls, as I sucked his lips.

Chapter Nine: Andi

Denim hadn’t let me go home for weeks. Hollis was blowing my phone up wondering where I was, so I lied and said I was visiting my parents down in Arkansas. Don’t ask why I chose that state. I just wanted it to be somewhere that he wouldn't want to visit me. Knowing his clingy ass, he’d be on the first thing smoking if it were anywhere else. Denim and I hadn’t been out in public together, so it was easy to make up a lie regarding my whereabouts to Hollis.

I was kind of upset, because I was starting to like Denim, and my plan was to not catch feelings. Sometimes he treated me like a groupie hoe, but sometimes he acted as if he liked me back, so I really wasn’t clear on how he felt. He was so sexy and wild, and I loved that shit. I wasn’t looking for a relationship though, so I shouldn’t even care.

Today I was going to try and go to Hollis’ house so I could break it off with him for good. I wasn’t into him anymore, and plus, I felt like Denim was a winner. I preferred him over Hollis,
and
he was a boss in the entertainment industry.

“Where are you going?” Denim asked as he barged into his bedroom.

“I was gonna go see Hollis, and get the stuff I had there,” I replied.

“And take it where? You ain’t moving into my crib,” he frowned. See what I was talking about? I couldn’t ‘move in’ but he refused to let me go home.

“I know that Denim. I’m taking it to my own house,” I shook my head as I perfected my makeup in the mirror.

“You coming back?” he inquired after a moment of silence in the room.

“I don’t know. You sound like you don’t want me to,” I responded.

“Oh, I want you to,” he said as he came behind me and hugged me tightly.

“Denim, what are we doing?” I quizzed.
No Andi, no!
I shouted in my head.

“You my bitch,” he flashed his sexy smile, and then bit my shoulder softly, sending a shockwave through my pussy.

“What’s that mean though?” I asked looking at him through the mirror.

His sexy chocolate skin made my nipples hard. I felt his abs against my back, and you could tell they were perfectly etched into his body without even seeing them.

“That means you riding for me. Now hurry up and go so you can get back here,” he said smacking my ass. I smiled and rushed out the door.

I texted Hollis to let him know I was at his house, and soon he appeared in the doorway. “Hey,” I said as I walked up to him. I tried to hug him but he pushed me off. “Well, I’m just here to get my stuff,” I smacked my lips as I sauntered into his house.

“It's upstairs,” he chuckled. I rolled my eyes at him, and then jogged up the stairs.

When I walked into the room, all the clothes I kept over here were spread across the floor. As I got closer, my jeans and bras were cut down the middle, and my panties were now crotch-less. Hollis walked in laughing at the bullshit he’d done to my clothes.

“So you cut up my shit like a hoe?” I frowned and threw one-half of my bra at him.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a hoe, shit like this wouldn’t happen!” he glared at me. “You think niggas don’t talk in the industry? I know you been laid up with Denim bitch,” he twisted his lips.

“Fuck you, nigga! You ain’t got shit on Denim anyway!” I yelled and stormed past him.

“You gone regret those words Andi! I promise you!” he shouted after me. I waved him off, hopped in my car and sped back to Denim’s house.

When I got there, I heard a bitch moaning all through the house. I ran up the stairs and burst into the bedroom. There Denim was, blowing some bitch’s back out in the bed. I stormed in and snatched that bitch off the bed by her hair, then dragged her down the stairs. What was I doing? I wasn’t supposed to care.

“Ahhhhh!” she screamed and kicked the whole way down, as I continued out the door.

When I let her go, her tracks were loose and then I kicked her in the face. I continued to kick and stomp on her until Denim ran out and grabbed me. His bodyguard brought her clothes out, and then called the driver to take her home.

“How could you!” I screamed at Denim.

“You not my bitch!” he hollered.

“What? You just told me I was, you bipolar ass nigga!” I shouted.

“Oh shit, I did huh?” he chuckled.

“Fuck this,” I said grabbing my purse from his marble floors. I was not the type to fight over niggas, especially one who wasn’t even mine.

“Come here,” he said yanking me over to him.

“What?” I asked avoiding eye contact.

“You ain’t going nowhere,” he smirked and turned me to face him. He towered over me and kissed my lips.

“Move! You just kissed that hoe!” I said feeling myself about to cry.

What the fuck was wrong with me?
Please tell me my feelings weren’t that strong for this dog ass nigga
, I said in my head.

“I ain’t kiss her,” he cackled and dipped his tongue into my mouth. He squeezed my face hard as fuck, making my lips part.

I had no choice but to accept this time, and let him kiss me hungrily. He pulled my t-shirt up, and then started to unbutton my jeans. After yanking them down along with my panties, he carried me upstairs as we continued to kiss each other passionately. He put me down on the bed, and dipped his head between my legs to devour me. I slowly humped his face, as he tugged on my clit and fingered me.

“Shit, Denim!” I cried out as my pelvis tightened up.

I released into his mouth, and he licked between my slit. He climbed in between my legs, and started to suck my neck.

“I thought you didn’t like this position?” I questioned as he placed the head of his dick at my opening.

“Shut up,” he replied and rushed into me.

“Ahhh,” I moaned as his ten-inches filled me up.

I’d never worked with a dick this big before, so it had taken some getting used to. He wrapped his big hand around my neck, and fucked me hard as hell. I remembered that he had a condom on when I snatched that bitch out the bed, but he wasn’t wearing one right now. Good thing I took birth control.

“Fuck!” he grunted as he beat my pussy up.

“Fuck, I’m cumming Denim!” I yelled. “Uhhh,” I purred as I came harder than I ever have in my life.

“Arghhhghhhhh!” he growled as he shot his seeds into me. “You bet not end up pregnant,” he commented as he pulled out of me. I swear he was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

“Trust me I won’t. If I did I wouldn’t keep it anyway,” I scoffed as I sat up to go pee.

“Damn,” he chuckled and lit a blunt. I took a quick hot shower, and then came out of the bathroom to get dressed and go home.

“You’re spending the night,” Denim said as he flipped through the channels.

“No, I’m going home,” I replied as I slipped on my jeans.

“That wasn’t a question. Take your jeans off and come lay back down,” he ordered without looking at me. I took my jeans off and laid in bed with him like he asked.

Denim was definitely out of his mind.    

Zooey

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

I woke up to someone beating down my door damn near. I had gotten pissy drunk at this party with Andi last night, so my head was throbbing. My sister was really on right now, since she was now known as Denim’s main chick.

“Fuck!” I shouted as I wrapped my silk robe around my body. I walked to the door and looked through the peephole. “Qadir,” I whispered to myself. “One second!” I yelled and ran to the bathroom to splash water on my face.

I put my hair into a bun on top of my head, and then brushed my teeth. After spitting out the Listerine, I rushed back to the door, and flung it open.

“About fucking time! Where that bitch nigga you had over here?” he frowned as he looked around the place. I laughed and sat down on the couch until he returned.

“What are you coming over to my house for when you don’t answer my calls?” I raised a brow as I watched him sit in the lazy boy across from me.

“I wanted to check on you,” he shrugged.

“Why Qadir? You haven’t cared about me for weeks,” I frowned in confusion.

“You actually care about me not contacting you? You haven’t cared about me for months,” he laughed.

“What? Yes I have!” I shouted, feeling myself get angry.

“Whatever Zooey. What you doing with a married man?” he shook his head at me in disappointment.

“He’s getting a divorce,” I spat and folded my arms.

“It don’t matter Zooey. If he did it to her, he will do it to you,” he said.

“Yeah right! No nigga would cheat or leave this!” I scoffed.

“Looks don’t mean shit. Halle Berry got cheated on. Remember that,” he chuckled.

“What do you know?” I scowled.

“A lot. I’m a man too, in case you forgot. Any man that is weak enough to allow another woman to seep into his marriage and break it up is a weak-minded individual. By saying that, he isn’t strong enough to deny the next bitch once you become his wife,” Qadir replied.