Be Bad For Me(17)

She immediately went over to claim her man. "What you doing here?"

"Waitin' on you? Where you been? I thought you got off two hours ago."

"You've been standing here waitin' for two hours?"

"Hell naw!" he exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes at him and turned around, walking towards the steps to her apartment.

"Wait, baby."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him rush to the back of his trunk,  grab a couple of shopping mall bags, and race up the stairs behind her.

"I waited for you yesterday on the side of the road and you kept me  hanging," she snapped, trying to be careful not to miss any steps. The  last time she missed a step, she sprained her damn ankle.

"You know I wouldn't do you like that if I knew what had happened. I didn't know you was on the side of the road, baby."

"If you had answered your phone, you would have," she said, fumbling with her keys.

"I'm sorry."

She finally got her apartment door open and she threw her handbag and belongings on the coffee table.

"I don't want to hear it," she said, moving over to her couch pretending to be straightening up the cushions.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," He said, swinging her around to face him.

"What?"

"What's your problem?"

"You know what … "

"What? You got PMS or something? You on your cycle?"

"No!" She tried to jerk herself away, but he pulled her into his chest.

"Then what?" he hissed at her.

"You don't care about me."         

     



 

"I do care about you, baby girl. You know I love you to death. You my  homegirl forever, remember? I always come through for you."

He kissed her lips, gently.

"You love me? Do you mean that?"

"Yeah." He kissed her more intensely and she gave in. She felt whole  again when he kissed her like that. She felt his hands travel under her  black skirt. Her legs were bare, so she could feel his soft hands  against the backs of her thighs and squeezing and massaging her ass. He  pulled her pelvis into his erection. He was as hard as a rock. His lips  traveled down to her neck and shoulders.

"Let's fuck, baby," he whispered into her skin.

She lifted her neck and allowed him to suck, gently. He reached up and  began unbuttoned the white blouse and pushed them down her arms onto the  floor. In one motion, he lifted his white Tee over his head, revealing  his six-pack abs. She placed her hands there and rubbed his soft skin,  pulling him closer into her body.

"You want me, baby?" he whispered.

"Yes, I want you."

He fumbled with the straps on her bra, but was moving so fast that he  couldn't wait to get at her breasts and pulled them down without  unbuckling the back. As he leaned down to lick her nipples, she helped  him out and finished unbuckling the back of her bra and it fell to the  floor with her blouse. He used his free hands to unbuckle his belt,  unzip his pants, and let his baggy jeans drop to the floor around his  ankles. Stepping out of his jeans, he grabbed her waist and positioned  her on the couch behind them and pulled her skirt up over her legs. His  dick was at attention, military-style.

"Ooo, baby, you are so hard," she moaned.

"Is your pussy ready for this big dick, baby?"

She nodded, pulling her legs out of her thongs and throwing them on the  floor. She reached out and stroked him and watched as he closed his eyes  and moaned. Without missing a beat, she estimated the length with her  eyes. He was just under six inches, but not more than that. That was  enough for her. He fit perfectly in her pussy just the way she liked it.

"Let me see if you're ready for this dick, baby," he said, pushing her  knees up to her shoulders and positioning his swollen head at the  opening of her pussy. "Ask for daddy dick," he demanded.

"Ooo, baby, fuck this pussy," she demanded.

He thrust his erection into her in one quick motion, making her cry out  in shock. She closed her eyes and lay back as he moved his dick in and  out of her pussy, touching her g-spot with each stroke, lifting her legs  higher and going deeper.

"You got some good pussy, baby. Damn, your pussy … "

He was mumbling to himself as he looked down at her bouncing breasts, as  he fucked her harder and harder. She rested her legs on his shoulder  and arched her back up to meet his thrusts. Her orgasm was brief, but  brought her much needed sexual release of tension anyway. When he came  inside her, he bit his lips to keep from calling out too loud. He  collapsed on top of her breathing hard. Anthony hadn't even broken a  sweat, but he was still panting. Nonetheless, she was still satisfied.  And she was glad he was too.

He finally got up, and pulled out of her, so that he could relieve  himself of the cum-filled condom. He gathered up his clothes and wobbled  over to the bathroom in her bedroom.

She picked up a throw conveniently located on her couch and wrapped it  around her body and began gathering up her clothes. Once Anthony came  out, she would take a quick shower. She noticed a shiny black object  sticking out from under the couch. It was Anthony's phone. She picked it  up and placed it on the coffee table next to his shopping mall bags. No  doubt, he had purchased another "I'm sorry" gift for her. She hoped  that it wasn't another pair of earrings. The familiar tune of his ring  tone began chiming on the coffee table. Without hesitating and without  thinking, she picked up the phone again and flipped it open. Someone had  sent him a text.

Candy: HEY, BABY BOY. WHERE ARE YOU? I'M MISSING YOU ALREADY.

Her blood began to boil. Candy? Who was this bitch Candy? Why was she  texting her man? What did she mean that she was missing him already?  What the fuck?

Annette heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door close and she  placed the phone back on the floor halfway under the couch where she had  first found it.

Anthony came out of the bathroom, fully clothed. "That was good, baby," he said.

She grabbed up her bra and panties, without saying a word.

"What's the matter, baby? Wasn't that good?"

"Uh-huh." She nodded. It was all right.

"Oh, don't tell me you're mad again. What do you want me to do? Jump  through hoops? I'm not perfect, baby," Anthony exclaimed, throwing up  his hands.         

     



 

You could start by telling me who that bitch Candy is, she wanted to  say. "I just don't understand why you would forget about me like that  yesterday. You had to have been dodging my calls. One minute your phone  was on and next minute it was off." She stood in front of him with her  clothes in her hands.

"Baby, sometimes, my cell phone reception goes in and out at that  studio, you know that. I was there all night long and I forgot about  that comedy club."

"I wonder why you forgot. Were you occupied with something or someone else?"

"Something or someone else?" he gawked, taking a seat on the couch. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm not a dummy, Anthony."

"Well, neither am I. What you think I was with someone else last night?"  When she didn't say anything, he threw up his hands, again. "Oh, come  on! I don't want to go through this with you. I don't care about no  other bitches, but you."

"What about that Candy girl that Jason's fiancé saw you with at the club?"

"That girl don't mean shit to me, man. I was showing her the ropes at  the club. She does promotions for the radio station, just like me."

"Do you be callin' her?" She narrowed her eyes at him, daring him to lie  to her. The evidence was already there, she just wanted to catch him in  a lie, and then she would know for sure. What would she know for sure?

"I got her number in my phone, but I got plenty numbers in my phone from  people I work with. I might have chilled out with that ho one or two  times at work, but she don't compare to you, baby."

"Oh, right. How could you compare me to some random chick you meet at work, anyway?" she snapped.

"There is no comparison. You know what I mean. You're the only one I want and you know that."

"I'm just tired of going in circles with you, Anthony. It's like our  relationship is going no where. Where will we be one year or two years  from now, huh? Am I still gonna be your homegirl, then." She placed a  free hand on her hip.

Anthony rolled his eyes. "You know better than that. You know you gonna  be my wife one day. Sometimes you just be pushing too much."

"One day? When is one day, Anthony?" she finally calmed down and took a few steps towards him. Now, she was getting somewhere.

"When the time is right, baby. I promise," he said, he reached into his  bag and pulled out a familiar looking velvet box from Tiffany's. "I got  something for you."

This time she wasn't surprised and it showed. How many pairs of earrings  was he going to purchase her? She had one for each day of the week and  then some! Didn't she tell him that already? She held out her hand for  the little velvet box. To her surprise, he stood up and came toward her  with the little box. "This matches the diamond earrings that I got you  the other week." He opened the box and Annette's mouth dropped open when  she saw a gold ring with pink diamonds in the box. He lifted her right  hand and placed it on her ring finger.