BFF

Spoiled Rotten

Dave – Same Day, Right After Tia Left

I walked back into my office.

"About time, fool," Bully said, shaking his head.

"Chill yo ass out."

"You still grumpy? What, she ain't let you hit?"

"I didn't want any, nigga."

"Please," he scoffed. "The way you act over Tia, I know damn well you can't go long without it."

I ignored him and lit my wood, pulling a deep drag.

Chris chimed in. "So y'all still not talking?"

"Not really. This the first time we've spoken since that whole situation."

"So y'all ain't talk it out?"

I exhaled smoke and shook my head. "Nah. She just horny. I know her like the back of my hand."

Bully looked surprised. "And you didn't give her any?"

"Nope. And I'm not going to. She too damn spoiled. Think she can do whatever the fuck she want."

Izzy cut in, laughing. "Man, Kim the same way. That shit annoying."

"I can handle it," I said, sitting back. "But she got carried away. This ain't just sex no more—it's feelings too. I gotta let her know what I'm not tolerating. I ain't about to be played with."

"You do got that 'I'll do what I want' attitude too, bro," Bully said. "She been around you too long—picked that shit right up."

"Yeah, but when it comes to her, I keep it bare minimum. She don't see that." I smirked, "Even though I did want some. Bad as fuck."

Bully laughed. "I know you can't go long. What you about to do?"

"Probably give her a little taste and dip. Make her mad."

Izzy shook his head. "That'd piss me off. I need more than a little taste."

Bully laughed. "He mean he gon' nut before she can."

"Dumbass," I said, but smiled. "She be cumming fast, so it might not work."

"You gon' catch yourself up," Chris said. "You'll want more."

"You right." I laughed. "Alright, enough about me. Y'all lucky I'm stressed or I wouldn't even be talking about this shit."

Chris nodded. "We know. Shit, Tia the only girl you never talk about."

"She my little baby," I said quietly. "Just don't listen."

Izzy teased, "I need me a little baby who gon' listen."

I chuckled, but my mind drifted—thinking about how wet Tia was. I'd never seen her like that. She wanted me bad.

My phone buzzed. Baby calling.

I sent her to voicemail. She called again. Four more times.

Finally, I picked up. "Tia, what?"

"Don't fucking do that," she snapped.

"Then stop blowin' up my shit."

"Then answer the phone!"

"You must be drunk. Don't irritate me."

"Nah, you must have lost your mind. Stop ignoring me."

"Then stop doing whatever the fuck you wanna do."

"That's you! You can do what you want but I can't?"

I stayed quiet, letting her hear her own words.

"I mean... no, I guess."