Page 52 of Maybe I’m the Problem

“I know it’s her. You never put your phone in your pocket while you're sleeping.”

I got up and put my shoes on. The guilt was getting to me, but I didn’t want to argue with her ass either.

“Now you leaving?”

“I don’t want to argue, so yea, I’m leaving, and I’ll be back when I think you’re calm.”

“You could’ve called and said you weren’t coming.” Summer sat across from me as we waited for our food at a seafood restaurant on the Riverwalk.

“That was my bad. I thought I was ready to, but I thought about that shit when I pulled up to your crib.”

“You afraid she’ll find out again?” Pinkie asked as she rubbed up my legs to my groin.

Knocking her hand off, I responded. “I want to marry her, and I need to build that trust with her.”

“You will not be the first married nigga I fucked with. Y’all kill me thinking women care about a ring and a piece of paper. My loyalty ain’t to nobody. You ain’t married yet. This is the perfect time for us to have fun. She can’t leave from where she’s at.”

“It sounds tempting, but I can’t afford to get in any trouble with you.”

“Then why you invited me to dinner?”

I took a swig of my drink as I watched her over my glass. This bitch was so fine all the way down to the gap in her teeth. Looking at my phone to see the time, I noticed I hadn’t checked on Summer since I got here.

“I had thoughts but I wanted to apologize for standing you up last night.”

“Oh, that’s nice of you.”

My stomach started feeling funny. The only thing I had eaten was a few shrimp, and had a few beers. I excused myself from the table to go to the bathroom. I tried to throw up but nothing would come up. Turning on some cold water, I splashed my face a few times. My heart was racing slightly and I was sweating. I wiped the sweat with a napkin and went back to the table.

“You okay?”

“I’m not feeling too good. I’ll pay for the food but I need to go lay down.”

“You don’t need to be alone. Just come lay down at my house. I live closer.”

“Nah, I’ll make it home.”

“Law I’m not going to fuck with you. You don’t look good and you need to sleep it off before you go back to the hospital.”

“Aight, I’ll follow you in my car.”

I stayed over thirty minutes from our location. She lived right up the road. It was safer for me to go lay down there than drive in my condition.

36. PINKIE

Law laid in my bed in a deep slumber. My love spell was working with the help of some shit the woman gave me for him to ingest. The shit was making him sick, but it didn’t stop his dick from working. I had him completely stripped as I rolled the condom down and mounted him. He woke up slightly and called me Summer’s name. The root worker told me that I had to solidify our love my making him ejaculate and storing it. He’ll forever come back to the last place he released his seed.

Summer wasn’t able to have sex, so my place would be the last place he had sex. Sliding down on him to fill my opening sent chills down my spine. All the rumors of Law having good dick turned me into a possessive side bitch. I wanted him every day.

“No!” Law slurred.

This shit was so wrong but I had to do it. I just had to. If I didn’t do it now, he would probably never come back. After an hour, I was becoming dry and Law hadn’t nutted yet. He was starting to wake up and I promised him that I wouldn’t touch him. Frustrated, I got up and snatched the condom off and flushed it. I dressed and laid on the side of him then took a few pictures to use just in case.

“Thank you for letting me rest. I feel a lot better than I did. It must have been that shit I ate.”

Helping him with his jacket, I stared at him briefly before I kissed him. He hesitated before he kissed me back and backed away from me.

“I need to head back to Summer. Thank you.”