Are We Really Bestfriends 4 Life

SEVEN

Zaire

I was laid up with one of my hoes smoking a blunt when my phone kept going off.

"Can you turn that thing off please?"she questioned with attitude.

"Ion know who the fuck you talkin to like that ma, but you better calm that shit down,"I said pushing her off me and reached for my phone off the nightstand. I unlocked my phone to see that I had ten missed calls from Danica, and five texts talking about answer my phone and that she need to talk to me.

I sighed and put my phone back down on the nightstand and went back to smoking my blunt. I didnt have nothing to talk about with her, especially since I seen her being too friendly with that nigga at the bus stop the other day. I dont want to see none of my bitches being friendly with any of these niggas. Whats mine is mine, its just as simple as that. But Danica was giving me a hard fucking time, but I'm a teach her a lesson.

"Daddy, you aight?"Kelly asked as she sat up.

"Yea man,"I said and handed her the rest of the blunt. She smoked some of it and put it out in my ashtray, then came back in bed. She started rubbing her hand up and down my leg, and I knew what she was doing, so I let the bitch do it. She pulled my semi hard dick out the slit of my boxers and went to work.

*

I woke up to loud banging on my front door. I grabbed my glock off the nightstand, pushed Kelly off of me, and made my way towards my front door. I snatched the door open and raised my gun, only to see a mad Danica standing right there.

"Get that shit out my fuckin face,"she smacked my hand out her face and pushed past me. I took a deep breath and slowly closed my front door. I sat my gun down on the coffee table, and Kelly came walking in the living room with one of my t-shirts on.

"Baby who was that at the door?"she asked as she rubbed her eyes.

Before I could say something Danica said,"Oh so this the reason why you wasnt answerin my fuckin calls?"

"Kelly its time for you to go,"I said calmly and ignored the stare that Danica was giving me.

Kelly looked from me to Danica, then back at me and frowned,"Why the fuck I gotta go? Who is this bitch?"

Danica stood up from the couch and started walking towards Kelly. Awe shit, here we go.

"Bitch?"Danica questioned,"Dont start feelin yourself cause he givin you dick, mami."

"What? Oh hell no, who-"

I cut her off,"Kelly I'm not gon tell yo ass again. You need to bounce."

She looked at me and rolled her eyes then grabbed her purse and sandals that was by the door, and left out my door but not without slamming it. Danica chuckled and shook her head at me while I glared at her.

"What the fuck you want Danica?"I questioned angrily.

She cocked her head back some and said,"Nigga, dont ever come at me like that. You up in here laid up with some bitch gettin ya dick wet, and I'm sittin here callin yo ass back to back. It could of been a fuckin emergency, but I see you dont give a fuck."

She started walking towards the door, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her in front of me.

"Dont fuckin start with me Danica,"I gritted my teeth,"Cause I dont say shit about you seein that nigga that you was talkin to at the bus stop. But all that shit gon change. Now give me yo phone."

"I aint givin you shit,"she spat.

I started twisting her arm back,"Give it to me."

"Ow Zaire, stop,"she scrunched her face up and tried to get out my grip. I used my other hand to pull on her long, wavy hair and tilted her head back some. I kissed and licked her neck, and I felt her shudder under me. I knew she like that rough shit, so thats exactly how I'm about to handle her. I nibbled on her neck, and backed her up against the wall. I loosened my grip that I had on her arm, and roughly grabbed her waist and pulled her into me. My hands went to her ass and I grabbed it while she let out a soft moan. I looked down at her with pure lust in my eyes, and kissed her.