Black Bxb Oneshots

PROMISED

The heavy scent of smoke lingered in the air as rap music played softly in the background. The occasional sounds of loud, manly outbursts could be heard inside the huge house. With low, red eyes and lips glazed with wetness from his pink tongue, Jordan took puffs from the intoxicating nug. Hot, steamy heat crept onto his lower half as a random woman ground sensually against him. He was feeling good—too good—but he wasn't prepared for the storm coming his way.

A loud voice cut through the house; it was so loud that it could be heard over the music. Jordan knew that voice and silently hoped nothing would ruin his temporary high.

"Move out of my way, Peanut. I would hate it if I laid hands on you," said the voice, loud as ever.

"You got it, shorty," Peanut said, raising his lanky arms in defeat.

A furious Jamiah walked with purpose, his eyes searching for one individual and one individual only. He was livid at this point—he wanted to go home and soak his aching body in hot, bubbly water after a long, tiresome day at work. But no, the universe had other plans.

Once his eyes laid on his target, he thought he was mad, but when he saw some chick grinding on his baby father, that was it for the small male. Jordan tapped the thigh of the woman sitting on top of him, silently telling her to get up. After she left, his eyes met those of his baby momma. He couldn't help but admire the way the scrubs hugged Jamiah's curvy body.

"Care to explain why Jania called me earlier, crying, telling me you didn't show up for her field trip?" asked Jamiah, getting straight to the point.

"Whatchu talking about, Jamiah? What field trip?" the highly intoxicated male asked, confused.

The irritated male brought his fingers to pinch the top of his nose in irritation. "You agreed to—no, you promised Jania you would be there for her. She called me while I was at work, crying, telling me you never showed up." Jamiah said, trying to contain his anger.

As the taller male thought back, his red eyes widened, finally remembering his promise to his daughter. He couldn't help but feel regret at the thought of his precious baby.

"Aw, shit, my babygirl," he said to no one in particular.

"Look, Jordan, I work every day to provide for my kids. I have my kids ALL the time, and I try to attend their little activities when I have the time. You promised my baby you would be there, but instead, you're in this funky-ass house, smoking your lungs away. Jania doesn't ask you for much; she just wanted her daddy to be there for her, but you couldn't do that one little thing. Remember when I popped up on yo ass when you didn't show up for my doctor's appointment? I asked you if you wanted to do this, and you told me yes. I'm busy all the time, but I don't forget a single thing when it comes to my baby. Providing for them financially means nothing if you're barely present in their lives," Jamiah said.

For once in his short life, Jordan was left speechless. He knew deep down that Jamiah was right. Although he didn't intentionally mean to forget his promise to his daughter, it still didn't excuse practically ditching her to smoke and chill with his homeboys. Jordan had regrets about many things he'd done in the past, for instance, his relationship with his child's papa. He and Jamiah were together for a long time back in their teen days. He failed to remain faithful to his lover and often treated him poorly; he would hurl venomous words at Jamiah. But once a person had enough, they've had enough. He swore he would do better for the sake of his children, yet here he was, forgetting something as simple as a field trip.

With an exhausted sigh, Jamiah glanced at his baby father and said, "I don't have any more energy to give to you tonight, but you have a lot of making up to do." He then made his exit, not before smacking a flirtatious Peanut upside his head.

As the night wore on, Jordan was lost in his thoughts. He knew he had to do better, and he was determined to do better—that much he knew.

This was high key boring 😩