Thug Misses 3

9.

Jocelyn Mendoza

I had my arms folded across my chest, scowling at Quanie, as he hung up the phone with the stupidest grin on his face. We were in the middle of having some insanely hot sex, that he ended up putting a hold on, just because that bitch Talia was calling him. He told me that he hadn't seen or heard from her in almost a year, and yet she was calling his phone and they were talking as if they were still together. 

"So what did she want?" I asked him.

"She said she missed me and she wanted us to get back together." He smirked, looking over at me. I rolled my eyes and climbed out of the bed, grabbing my robe and quickly throwing it on. 

"Yeah right. You wish she said all of that, but we both know she doesn't care about you anymore."

"Man, shut the fuck up!" 

"Seriously Quanie. What did she want?" I asked him again.

"She was just asking me if I seen or heard from you." He said.

"Why did she want to know that?" I could tell when Talia saw me standing on her porch, she was shocked and pissed off to find out that I was still alive. I'm pretty sure that she was the one that tried to talk Dean into killing me, but I knew he wasn't going to do it. Whether she liked it or not, Dean and I had real love and it wasn't going to go away just because he knocked her up. If we're being honest, I think he only got her pregnant to get back at me. I mean let's face it...I would've possibly been the person to have his first child, but I screwed that up because I didn't know who my baby's father was.

"She was looking for Serena and she said that you two have been together." I slowly licked my lips and grabbed my phone off the table, noticing that I had three missed calls from Serena. Six months ago, I got on a plane and flew to Italy because it was the only place that Dean ever talked about, and I wanted to go over and see what all the fuss was about. Ironically, I met Serena while I was there and we grew close in a mere matter of weeks, and things just sort of blossomed from there. "You two got something going on?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Are you and Serena fucking around?" He asked again.

"Yeah, we're together. Like...together, together." I admitted. I know it was fucked up for me to be in a relationship with Serena, but be fucking Quanie at the same time...but getting head for the longest was starting to get boring. I needed some dick in my life and I knew Quanie would always deliver exactly what I needed.

"So why you over here fucking me, when you have a whole ass bitch waiting on you?" 

"Don't call her that!" I snapped.

"I said what the fuck I said!"

"Stop acting like this is something new between us, because last time I checked...we were both in relationships when we started fucking around!" I can't believe he was seriously trying to act brand new, when we both know how we were. 

"I'm tired of all this shit, Jocelyn." He huffed. I licked my lips and crawled back in bed, taking off my robe and straddling his lap. "Move man!"

"Calm down, papa." I said, kissing his neck. "Look...I know it seems like I'm here to just string you along and start trouble, but I'm not. Yes, this is just a simple hookup, but I'm also here to help Serena find Sam so we can go back to Italy and go back to living our lives." He placed his hands on my lips and lifted me up, easing me back down on his erection. I let out aloud moan, throwing my head back as I slowly started moving my hips up and down on him. 

"You still love me?" He asked.

"Yesss!" I moaned, biting down on my bottom lip.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you!"

"Say it again." He said, smacking my ass.

"Ah shit! I love you! I love you so much, Dean!" As soon as his name escaped my lips, I ended up face down on the hard, wooden floor. "Quanie!"

"Man get the fuck out!" He snapped, climbing out of bed and throwing his boxers on.

"I'm so sorry! I swear to you...that was an honest mistake!" 

"AN HONEST MISTAKE MY ASS! You over here thinking about that mutahfucka while you sitting on my dick! You got me fucked up!" He threw my clothes and my phone at me, making me whine when I felt my phone it my face.

"QUANIE!" I shrieked.

"Aw, now you know my name? Fuck outta here! You better be gone by the time I get back!" He walked into the bathroom and slammed the door, causing me to jump a little. I sighed and stood up from the floor, quickly putting my clothes on. Once I was fully dressed, I tried to apologize to Quanie once again, but he wasn't having it. He was extremely pissed off at me, but I swear on everything that I love, that me calling out Dean's name was an honest mistake.

I rubbed my face where Quanie threw the phone at me as I left his house, waiting on the curb for an Uber to come pick me up. Moments later, a car pulled up and I wasted no time climbing into the backseat and putting my seat belt on.

"Hi, can you take me to the Hilton Chicago hotel please?" I asked, looking up at my very handsome Uber driver. He was brown skinned, with long dreads, a neatly shaped up beard, and mesmerizing brown eyes.

"You got it." He said.

"You look familiar. Have we met?" 

"Nah, I don't think so." He answered, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Yeah, you're right. I would've definitely remembered someone as cute as you." I flirted. He smirked and licked his lips, looking back at me through the rear view mirror.  

"Likewise baby girl."

"I'm Jocelyn, by the way." I said, running my fingers through my hair. I hoped I didn't look like I just had sex, especially when I was flirting with this sexy ass man.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Jocelyn. I'm Zell." He said, flashing me a panty dropping smile.