“Did you miss me, Kizzie?” I asked, slamming into her so roughly that she knocked a few things off her desk. They crashed to the floor, making a bunch of noise, which brought Nonie to her door, banging like she’d lost her damn mind.
“Kizzie, you okay, boo? Open the door,” Nonie yelled from the other side.
I hit Kizzie with a deep stroke and she yelled out, making me laugh.
“She’s good, Pretty. Give us a minute, though,” I yelled toward the door.
“Ewww, y'all so nasty. You wrong for fucking in your office, Kizzie.”
I laughed. “Bye, Nonie. We’ll holla at you in a minute.”
“Why’d you do that, Jock?” Kizzie looked back at me with her eyes narrowed, so I hit her deep again and she bit down on her bottom lip.
For the next twenty minutes we fucked all over her office until I exploded in her, not really worried about the consequences. She had already had two big ass orgasms, so she was good, but Kizze was mad as fuck that I didn't pull out. I told her she was gon’ have my baby and I meant that shit. That nigga had fucked up, and I was taking full advantage of it. I didn't want to give her the chance to consider taking him back.
After I cleaned up and got dressed again, I sat on the sofa in Kizzie’s office, watching her as she tried to fix her hair, which I had pulled out of whatever style she called herself having it in. She eventually gave up and ended up combing it into a ponytail, but not before rolling her eyes at me and siting down at her desk again.
“Why you over there? Come sit with me, Kiz.”
“Nah, I’m good right here. She pulled her drawer open and took a box out of it. I watched her open the box and then take out a pill.
“The fuck is that, Kiz?” I was on my feet fast as hell. I had seen that shit before, and I knew damn well it wasn't what I thought.
“You know what it is, Jock. I told you I’m not about to have any kids.”
When I noticed her hand moving to her mouth, I smacked that shit out of her hands so fast I didn’t even realize I grazed her face until she grabbed her chin.
“What the hell is your problem? You just hit me in the face,” Kizzie yelled, glaring at me.
“My bad, Kiz. You know I didn't mean that shit, but you not about to sit here in front of me taking some shit that could potentially kill my baby.” I was hot to death. The fuck type of shit is that?
“Baby? Nigga, I’m not pregnant, and I’m trying to keep it that way,” Kizzie yelled back at me, leaning over to try and get the pill off her desk where it fell, but I snatched it up and shoved it in my pocket.
“But you could be, and if you take that shit, you won't be. Nah, shorty, you’re not about to take that shit on my watch, and why the fuck do you even have that in your got damn desk? You letting that nigga hit raw? The fuck, Kiz?”
That made things worse. We strapped up most of the time, but I did occasionally go in unprotected. Hell, she didn't stop me, so why the hell not? She was the only one I was fucking with like that, so I wasn't worried.
“No, I’m not. I have that because of you. It was in my purse, and I recently took it out and put it in my desk drawer. For the record, you’re the only one I’m foolish enough to have sex with unprotected, but you usually pull out. I don't know why you felt like it was okay not to this time.”
A smile spread across my face, hearing her admit that. “I’m the only one, Kiz?”
She just rolled her eyes, but didn't answer. “I told you I don't want kids, Jock. That didn't change, and I’m not about to play myself by getting pregnant by somebody who doesn't know what they want.”
“Man, fuck that. I know what I want. I’m not the one debating about whether or not to stay with a nigga that’s got a kid by another bitch. That’s you, Kiz. How long you known me, three years, right? Out of those three years, we've been fucking for two. Have I ever disrespected you? Hell no, and you weren't even my girl, Kiz. That nigga went out and had a baby on you and he was your damn nigga. So how the fuck would I play you?”
“So what is Jahari then? You did the same thing he did.”
I laughed sarcastically. “Yeah, I got a son, Kiz. But difference is, I wasn't the one who was supposed to be holding you down. That nigga was. I tried, but you kept telling me he got you, and look how that shit turned out. Yeah, I slipped and had a son, but I didn't hide shit from you because I didn't have to. You’re not my girl, remember? How many times did you throw that shit in my face? So don't compare me to that nigga. I made it clear what I wanted from the beginning.”
I reached in my pocket and took the pill out. I placed it on her desk and moved to the door. “Take that shit if you want, but just know if you do, it's changing things with us. I ain't perfect, Kiz, but I’m damn sure better than that muthafucker you kept putting me off for. Whether you choose to admit it or not, you know it's true. Next move is on you, Kiz.”