get information out of him.
“Make it up to me how, Kenny? I got all dressed up, waited outside the shop in the cold for you, and missed the private dinner I had set up for us at Le Bec-Fin. How can you make up for that?”
“You right. It’s goin’ be hard to make that up. But what you want me to tell you? Some shit came up on me unexpected, and it kept me longer than I thought it would,” Kenny explained vaguely as he opened the refrigerator and stood in front of it.
“What I want you to tell me?” I didn’t let up. “I want you to tell me what exactly kept you from spending our three-year anniversary with me?”
Kenny closed the refrigerator and turned to look at me. Frowning,he asked, “What’s with all the questions lately? What’s this new you about? I said I got caught up! Why is this conversation goin’ past that?”
“Because I’m tired, Kenny! I’m tired of sittin’ back and lettin’ you come, go, and do as you please, and not considering my feelings in the process.”
“Not considerin’ ya feelings! What the fuck you think I’m hustlin’ my ass off for? I don’t need a six-bedroom house, chinchillas, Jaguars, and shit! I don’t need all this! This shit is for you! You the one cried to me that you couldn’t stand livin’ in that crampy two-bedroom apartment with ya mom, sharin’ a room with ya alcoholic sister! Remember that? Now, I take you out of that situation, and you bitch and complain when I miss a fuckin’ dinner date!”
“You know what, Kenny, go ’head and throw that in my face! But you and I both know that you ain’t miss our dinner date because you were out hustlin’!”
“Aww, here we go,” Kenny mumbled.
“And if I would’ve known that I was goin’ be more miserable in this six-bedroom than I ever was in my mom’s two-bedroom, trust me, I would’ve stayed put!”
“Bitch!” Kenny shouted as he slapped me across the mouth. “I’m dodgin’ bullets tryin’ to give you a better life, and this is how you talk to me?”
I stood stiff, holding my hand over my lip. I could tell it was busted. I didn’t feel the need to say anything else because I had gotten Kenny where I wanted him. He snatched the Sneaker Villa bags off the table, held them upside down, and shook them until sneaker boxes fell to the floor. Along with the boxes fell brick-sized packages of a white powdery substance that I presumed to be cocaine.
Picking up one of the bricks, Kenny yelled, “This ain’t hustlin’? Huh? This ain’t what I was out doin’ when I missed Le Fec Bec Fin, whatever the fuck!”
I remained stiff as I lowered my eyes, counting the number of bricks in my head.
“Now you owe me a fuckin’ apology,” Kenny said in a calmer tone. “Go in the bathroom and wash that blood off ya lip. Then come back in here and suck this anger up out me.” He began unbuckling his belt as I walked to the powder room. I stared at myself in the mirror while dabbing my lip with a wet paper towel. I fought so hard to hold back tears that I ended up laughing. Then like a crazy woman I started talking to myself under my breath.
“You wasn’t out grindin’, nigga! I seen those Sneaker Villa bags over a week ago! Matter of fact, it was the night we staged that accident! And you goin’ bring them in from the garage to cover up ya dirt! I know you was with a bitch!”
I threw the paper towel in the trash and walked back into the living room. Kenny was positioned on the couch with his pants down just under his butt. I dragged my feet getting over to him.
“Come on now,” he said.
I got on my knees in front of him. Putting him in my mouth, I shut my eyes. As his dick filled the space in my mouth and his hand forced my head up and down, I couldn’t help but wonder whose seconds I was getting—and on our anniversary of all days. Kenny, you son of a bitch, I thought, every dog gets his day.
Nasir
M edic Nine, Six-one and Chestnut. ” I jumped up out of my sleep and sat up in
“Make it up to me how, Kenny? I got all dressed up, waited outside the shop in the cold for you, and missed the private dinner I had set up for us at Le Bec-Fin. How can you make up for that?”
“You right. It’s goin’ be hard to make that up. But what you want me to tell you? Some shit came up on me unexpected, and it kept me longer than I thought it would,” Kenny explained vaguely as he opened the refrigerator and stood in front of it.
“What I want you to tell me?” I didn’t let up. “I want you to tell me what exactly kept you from spending our three-year anniversary with me?”
Kenny closed the refrigerator and turned to look at me. Frowning,he asked, “What’s with all the questions lately? What’s this new you about? I said I got caught up! Why is this conversation goin’ past that?”
“Because I’m tired, Kenny! I’m tired of sittin’ back and lettin’ you come, go, and do as you please, and not considering my feelings in the process.”
“Not considerin’ ya feelings! What the fuck you think I’m hustlin’ my ass off for? I don’t need a six-bedroom house, chinchillas, Jaguars, and shit! I don’t need all this! This shit is for you! You the one cried to me that you couldn’t stand livin’ in that crampy two-bedroom apartment with ya mom, sharin’ a room with ya alcoholic sister! Remember that? Now, I take you out of that situation, and you bitch and complain when I miss a fuckin’ dinner date!”
“You know what, Kenny, go ’head and throw that in my face! But you and I both know that you ain’t miss our dinner date because you were out hustlin’!”
“Aww, here we go,” Kenny mumbled.
“And if I would’ve known that I was goin’ be more miserable in this six-bedroom than I ever was in my mom’s two-bedroom, trust me, I would’ve stayed put!”
“Bitch!” Kenny shouted as he slapped me across the mouth. “I’m dodgin’ bullets tryin’ to give you a better life, and this is how you talk to me?”
I stood stiff, holding my hand over my lip. I could tell it was busted. I didn’t feel the need to say anything else because I had gotten Kenny where I wanted him. He snatched the Sneaker Villa bags off the table, held them upside down, and shook them until sneaker boxes fell to the floor. Along with the boxes fell brick-sized packages of a white powdery substance that I presumed to be cocaine.
Picking up one of the bricks, Kenny yelled, “This ain’t hustlin’? Huh? This ain’t what I was out doin’ when I missed Le Fec Bec Fin, whatever the fuck!”
I remained stiff as I lowered my eyes, counting the number of bricks in my head.
“Now you owe me a fuckin’ apology,” Kenny said in a calmer tone. “Go in the bathroom and wash that blood off ya lip. Then come back in here and suck this anger up out me.” He began unbuckling his belt as I walked to the powder room. I stared at myself in the mirror while dabbing my lip with a wet paper towel. I fought so hard to hold back tears that I ended up laughing. Then like a crazy woman I started talking to myself under my breath.
“You wasn’t out grindin’, nigga! I seen those Sneaker Villa bags over a week ago! Matter of fact, it was the night we staged that accident! And you goin’ bring them in from the garage to cover up ya dirt! I know you was with a bitch!”
I threw the paper towel in the trash and walked back into the living room. Kenny was positioned on the couch with his pants down just under his butt. I dragged my feet getting over to him.
“Come on now,” he said.
I got on my knees in front of him. Putting him in my mouth, I shut my eyes. As his dick filled the space in my mouth and his hand forced my head up and down, I couldn’t help but wonder whose seconds I was getting—and on our anniversary of all days. Kenny, you son of a bitch, I thought, every dog gets his day.
Nasir
M edic Nine, Six-one and Chestnut. ” I jumped up out of my sleep and sat up in
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