Deception

5: Insider.

Hakeem "Harlem" Brewster.

"Harlem why do we keep doing this?" Tia whined as she looked up at me rubbing her chest.

I rolled my eyes, knowing she was about to act out. I knew I fucked up when I stayed my ass over here last night, instead of just leaving after I got my nut.

"Man doing what Tia?" I sucked my teeth as I sat up in her bed.

"This shit Harlem. I'm always here when you need to fuck me or get yo nut off, but I'm not good enough to be your girl? We've been together before, so I don't see why we can't go back to where we were."

"Tia we don't need to be together. We both know this and I'm past that point with you."

She scrunched her face up at me, "The fuck you mean?"

I kicked my legs over the side of the bed and dragged my hands down my face in frustration. It's always something when I come over here, and I set myself up with this shit every time. "You know what the fuck you did. Fuckin' on my cousin when I needed you the most, but I still gave you the benefit of the doubt."

"Harlem, I was lost."

Before I could fix my mouth to respond to her stupid ass, my phone started vibrating on the side table .

I leaned over and picked it up, noticing that I was getting a FaceTime call from Jasmine. I declined the call and texted her telling her that I would call her back in a few.

"So that's the reason why we can't get back together? You got another bitch playing my role?" She mushed me in the back of my head.

I stood up grabbing my sweats to put them on, "Chill with putting your hands on me Tia." I placed my glock back in my waistband and slid my Yeezy's back on my feet.

"Nah fuck that!" She yelled pushing me in the back again.

"Tia keep yo fucking hands off of me."

"Nah, how about I call her up and tell her how you love to stay up in my pussy?! Then what?" She yelled mushing my head for the last time.

Before I knew it, I was turned around with my hand wrapped around her neck pushing her into the bed.

"I'm not gon tell you to keep yo fucking hands to yourself, before I do it for you." I watched as she clawed at my hands, gasping for air. "And you don't know shit that's goin' on with me and who I'm dealin' with. So mind yo' fuckin business, before I do it for you. And I won't hesitate." I stared at her before letting her go.

She backed further up against her headboard, while bringing her knees to her chest. "Get the fuck out," she mumbled.

"Gladly," I shrugged before grabbing my shit and getting the fuck out of there. Best believe that was my last time fucking with her.

I called Jasmine back as soon as I got in my car and pulled off onto the road.

"Yo, wassup witchu?" I looked down at the screen noticing that she was smiling back at the screen. She always seemed like she was so happy for no reason.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see if you would take up my offer on braiding your hair. I finally got my booth at Destiny's salon, so you can come through whenever." She smiled.

"Who is that? Hakeem's patchy ass?" I heard Destiny's loud ass voice in the background.

She giggled, "Yes it's him."

Destiny peeked her head into the camera, "Yeah look at your hair, it looks dry. Bring yo ass in here so Jas can fix that nest on your head, patches"

I sucked my teeth, "Man mind yo business."