Money Makin' (Completed)

38.

Zuria

"Girl, we still going to your mama house for dinner tonight?" Retta asked as I FaceTime her in this awkwardly silent car.

"Yeah. We're on our way there now." I told her as I looked up at Mitch who was driving with one hand and rolling his blunt with the other.

"I'm about to be on my way too. Jay ass talking about he want to come and he don't want to just be Mitch's friend anymore, he want to be introduced as my boyfriend." She went onto say and I couldn't help but to burst out into a laughing fit.

"Gir-"

"Bye." I put my eyes to the sky.

"That's what the hell I said." She spoke amusingly.

"But alright, I'll see you when I get there. Bye bitch."

"Alright. Bye." I told her as the call ended and the car became awkwardly silent again.

I couldn't help but to roll my eyes, watching Mitch as he tried his hardest to roll his blunt.

"Can you not smoke while she's in here?" I asked, not feeling right that Marley was in the back asleep and here he was trying to smoke.

"She'll be aight, she sleep." He spoke nonchalantly as I stared at the side of his face.

"Um, no she won't. She's a baby, she shouldn't be inhaling that." I went on, pointing to her.

"Look, that's my fuckin' daughter, I know what and what not to do with her." He spat and I scoffed, reaching over to grab the blunt before I quickly threw it out of the window.

He said nothing as he drove, focusing strictly on the road now and I knew what I'd did was petty and rude but I didn't take it back. Especially since the way I was feeling.

*
1 hour later

Sitting at the dinner table as everybody talked amongst each other, Mitch looked at me with a scowl on his face and I returned the same energy back to him.

He was still upset about what happened in the car and I was still upset about how our therapy session went. I knew we were both being unreasonably petty but I honestly didn't care, I had every right to be right now.

Rolling my eyes at him, I bucked as he still sat there glaring at me and I was becoming sick of it. Slanting my lips at him, he raised his brows and I did the same.

What the fuck you want to do? I thought to myself and for some reason it was as if I could read that he was saying the same thing with his eyebrows.

"What's up?" He finally spoke, slouching in the chair.

"I'm waiting on you." I told him, daring him to get up.

Scoffing he stood to his feet and made his way out of the room, everybody stopped their conversations once he did and I ended up doing the same I stood to my feet and followed close by him.

*
5 minutes later

"Don't touch me. Put your hands down on the sink." He spoke sternly to me as the sound of our slapping skins filled the bathroom and we looked deeply into each other eyes.

He drilled himself into me as I continuously swallowed the lump in my throat, gulping my saliva so that I wouldn't moan or scream out. Not only did I not want to get caught in my mother's bathroom but I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that he was pleasuring me. I wanted him to drown in the sea of being unsure.

Looking me deeply in my eyes as he pumped in and out of me quickly, he furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at his Piece going in and out.

"So you ain't gon' moan for me?" He asked, licking his lips before biting his bottom one and I said nothing, simply challenging him with my eyes.