Stuck In Love With A Thug

002.

Damian called again, and this time, I answered.

"Damian, what do you want? I told you I'm not coming home tonight. As a matter of fact, I'm not coming home until you learn how to respect me. I don't know how many times I have to tell your ass that," I said as soon as I answered his call.

"The fuck you at with all that music in the background?" he snapped, ignoring my statement.

"I'm at the club with Crystal." I rolled my eyes like he could see me.

"That's what the fuck you doing now? You out there trying to fuck niggas while a nigga is at home, begging you to bring yo' ass over here? See, that's the type of shit that makes a nigga go upside yo' fucking head right there! You try to be so fucking sneaky! Don't make me come air that muthafucka out! You know I will!" he barked.

"First of all, I'm not being sneaky. Clearly, we have broken up, Damian, and I can do whatever the fuck I want! You don't get that, though, because you still acting like you own me!"

"I tell you what. I'm on my muthafuckin' way!" he said.

"Goodbye, Damian." Shaking my head, I hung up the phone. It was crazy because once again, I had answered my phone to hear him out. He didn't know it, but if he had acted a little better on the phone, I would have been on my way to give him some of this pussy tonight. He was always fucking shit up for himself. But I ain't gon' lie, I was nervous as hell deep down inside because I knew for a fact that Damian was about to come looking for my ass tonight. The tone in his voice let me know he was serious and on some crazy shit. I had just gotten my hair done, and I didn't have time for an insecure ass nigga to pull my shit out.

The first thing a guy goes for when they try to jump on you is your face or your slayed ass hairstyle that they be hating on. I never understood the fucking up a bitch's hair part. That's when you know a man is insecure. The sad part about it is, I do this shit just to look good for him. I make sure my hair is on fleek, and my appearance is on point at all times. But when a man is insecure, all that shit goes out the window. You are flat out dressing up for another man in his eyes, and that is that.

"You gon' put that phone down, or you gon' enjoy yourself?" a raspy voice whispered in my ear, causing my neck hairs to stand straight up.

"Excuse me?" I turned around and said.

"You been on that phone all night. When you gon' put it down and enjoy yaself? Ain't that what you came to the club for?" he asked and licked his luscious lips.

Damn, this guy was fine as hell. I usually didn't pay light skinned guys any mind, but this one damn sure caught my eye. He was tall, just how I liked them, and even with his suit on, I could tell his body was Grade A by the way his chest poked out. I just wished he wasn't dressed in that damn suit, so I could get a glimpse of those arms. His teeth were pearly white, which was a plus too. I was over the gold teeth, stank breath ass men, so seeing a nigga with straight pearly whites with no missing teeth was a turn on. I made sure to catch that smile at a certain angle to see if he had his teeth on the side as well. Call me what you want, but I genuinely believed that men with that one back tooth gone on the side were liars.

"I guess you would know I've been on my phone because you've been watching me since the dance floor. I take it you were the one who sent the bottle of champagne?" I replied with a smile.

"And I take it you don't drink that shit. That's why your homegirl is over there downing it like its water," he shot back.

"Well, it would have been nice if you had come over and asked me what I wanted. But thanks, anyway," I replied with a smile.