Page 24 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
My face screwed up with a look of disgust. A nigga that lived with his mama wasn’t in the least bit attractive. Claiming to have so much muthafuckin money but you and yo’ mama playing house. Yeah, the fuck right. I couldn’t help but laugh in his face. This was comical to a bitch like me.
“And I’m supposed to believe my commas arechump changeto a nigga like you. You live with yo’ mama bro’. Yeah, get me the fuck on up out of here,” I said beginning to get irritated more and more by the second.
“Nah, she live with me,” he replied with that same goofy ass smirk.
“Tuh. I know you fuckin’ lying. Aye, where my shit at?” I said stepping out the bed.
“What? A nigga can’t take care of his mama? Damn, you that strict?”
“Strict? Muthafucka, you thirty plus years old, that shit is not flying with me. It’s always my mama stay with me and not the other way around. I can’t stand a liar or a fuckin’ lying ass mama’s boy. Stay attached, just meet me at the courthouse, for real.”
I refused to be anything other than number one in anybody’s life. Royce was a fuckin’ headache but growing up, me and Heidi came first. When it came to my parents, I was thought of every step of the way. Akira bitched a lot but that heffa made sure I was happy. There was no room for error when it came to that. Some called me a spoiled brat for it, but I was introduced to the lifestyle, and they maintained it. I’d be damned if I allowed a low caliber nigga to change that.
“You done cooked up that bullshit in yo’ head and proceeded to believe it, then get mad at me for it. All a nigga said was my mama was prolly here fixing breakfast. You automatically assumed we lived with each other before I jokingly said it. Look, she come over to a nigga crib to make sure I eat ‘cause I tend to skip meals and lose weight. She worries when I do, so this is her way of knowing I’m good. That mindset you got is the reason why a lot of women can’t have successful marriages. It’s day one and you already judging a nigga,” he expressed, immediately making me feel bad for jumping off the ledge.
Dropping my head, I fidgeted with my fingers. One thing I could never accept was being wrong. This was an unsettling moment for me, and I rarely had those. I ain’t know what to do other than stand there in my birthday suit and be embarrassed.
Arion chuckled the entire time he strolled over to me. Placing a finger under my chin, he lifted my face to his. So aggressive but so fuckin’ soft at the same time. He was different from any other man I entertained and for some reason I wanted more.
“It’s gon’ be a lot of shit in my life that’s different from yours, but all you got to do is ask questions. I ain’t got shit to hide ‘cause at the end of the day, who gon’ do me something.”
He was mesmerizing. From the way he gently gazed at me to the way he spoke, I couldn’t help but slowly melt. His touch was what gained the most attention from me. I liked it. It was that simple. The physical connection was one I enjoyed.
Shaking back, I smacked his hand away before I started searching for my things once more. “Arion, where is my shit? I’m ready to get the fuck on. And another thing, how the hell did I get here?”
“I’m sure one of my men drove us here.”
“One of your men?”
“You got a lot to learn, Clover. Fuck all that though. We got shit to do this morning, and we gon’ start with washing our ass,” he chimed.
My face screwed up for the umpteenth time.Nigga who the fuck is we?
“I ain’t in the mood for all this bullshit. I have a business to run, and shit to handle.Weain’t got nothing to do or talk about if it ain’t regarding a fuckin’ annulment. Until we can agree on that, it’s fuck you.”
“I’m curious as to who the fuck you think I am, Clover. That wasn’t me seeing if you could pencil me in. You gon’ make time and you gon’ start with getting yo’ ass in this shower. That pussysmell too good to go tart now all ‘cause you got an attitude,” he stated sternly.
The fact that this man wasted no time going back and forth with me let me know he was used to things going his way. I knew those kind of men all too well. Royce sat at the top of that list and annoyed me any chance he got. I didn’t need another one in my life.
“I’m a grown ass woman. I’m confused on who the fuck you thinkIam. You might run them other bitches, but Mercedees fuckin’ Atkins ain’t one of them.”
His brows dipped in as his head fell to the side. Something I said caught his attention. That was plain as day. However, he didn’t speak on it right away. Instead, he stared at me for what seemed like an eternity before chuckling.
“This a small ass world I swear,” he said shaking his head.
“What? The fuck you looking at me like that for?”
“You and Bentley, what are y’all to each other?”
I returned the exact same gesture he’d just given me. I too was curious as to how he pieced that together. My head was beginning to hurt from the bullshit that kept occurring. “Yeah, I got to go bro’. This shit is crazy. I see the world ain’t big enough for me and my cousins.”
“Cousin, huh? Makes sense. Come on so we can wash up and eat. I ain’t got all day,” he demanded.
“And neither do I. Look, I’m over all this shit. It’s clear you ain’t gon’ give me an annulment, so I’ll figure this shit out on my own. The dick was good as fuck so give yourself a pat on the back for doubling up. However, I must go,” I said finally locating my dress.
Snatching it up off the windowsill, I tried to get back into it. The thread was twisted, and I was getting agitated by the second. Without a second thought, Arion walked over and grabbed me by the hand. He then escorted me to a door on the other side ofthe room that blended into the wall. Pushing it open, we stepped inside to a massive bathroom. I was thoroughly surprised. I couldn’t lie.
He said nothing as he dragged me deeper into it. My eyes went straight to the marbled shower along the back wall. It had no doors whatsoever to shield us in. However, you could tell the water didn’t leak very far. I was impressed with the design of the shower and how freeing it was. This huge tub sat to the right, damn near the side of Tony Montana’s. I immediately had thoughts of soaking in it. His and hers sinks were lined up against the left wall with their own walk-in closets on each side. I wasn’t sure who he intended to share this with, but I was jealous off the bathroom scenery alone.
