Dire Lust 2 [Book 2]

Eight

Jared

I had been selling for two weeks. It was a new spot, so product moved slowly at first.

But Ace and August were right about it being a drought. Once the fiends smelled the heroin in the air, and the party boys tasted the loud and molly, the block was jumping.

I was posted like a mailbox. I didn't care how cold it was. Ace bounced between the spots collecting money and watching the bitch in the kitchen cutting down bricks like a scientist.

She was some white hype by the name of Shawna that stayed cooking in that kitchen as long as she was able to cuff an eight ball of heroin in exchange for the work every night.

I barely saw August. He stayed low key. He was private. I would as Ace about him, he would never tell me much.

He only said that after a situation a few months ago, August was hush hush about the details of his personal life.

That was cool with me. I didn't have to know anything about him. We didn't have to be cool, and we didn't have to be friends; as long as he let me get this money.

Finally, the motel was no longer my home. If I wasn't at the spot, I was at Atika's house fucking her brains out.

After serving two crackheads a couple bags of heroin, I checked my cell for the umpteenth time.

Every time I checked it and saw that Kay still saw fit to ignore my calls, I got more angry.

My face was hot with rage at the audacity of this bitch. For all she knew, I was living on the streets with not a dollar to my name, and she didn't even care enough to call.

I was just calling her at this point to prove a point. I forced back that appalling feeling that being played gave me and kept working.

Luckily, I didn't need that bitch anymore. The way I was hustling, I was pocketing four to five hundred dollars a day.

All in all, things were finally looking up.

***

Kayjah

Chandra's name continuously flashed on August's cell while he was in the shower. My first thought was just to answer, but it was better to just ignore her call.

Then, I erased her calls from the call log altogether.

Fuck that bitch.

After I told August that I heard Andre saying, at their house that day, he wasn't fucking with them anymore.

This is exactly what I wanted when I told him that lie.

Fuck Andre. I'll be damned if I have to sit around him and that bitch amongst their happily ever after with him looking down on me.

I continued getting dressed for dinner. I stood before the full length morrow staring at my new hips and ass as I slipped on a pair of leggings.

I'd hate to have to ruin such a perfect body with a baby, but I had to do what I had to do.

Fortunately, I had another four or five months before I was actually supposed to look pregnant.

"What you got a taste for, baybeh?"

August caught me off guard as he walked into the bedroom wearing nothing but droplets of water and a towel.

I naturally gravitated towards him. I took the bottle of vaseline gel from the dresser.

I pushed him on the bed and he smiled bashfully as I laid him down on his stomach and removed the towel.

I dried his body submissively. Then I took the vaseline and began to moisturize his skin.