Page 7 of Know Your Place

Krissy walked over to me. I had forgotten about her just that fast. “So, you got a girl and was all in my face?”

I barely looked at her when I responded. “Worry about a dentist, shorty. Don’t worry about what I got goin’ on.”

I lightly mushed her in the forehead before I walked away, mentally making a plan. I would give Icelynn some time, but I’d also make good on my promise. By the end of the night, I’d be in my favorite place in the world: Icelynn’s pretty-ass pussy.

Water fell down on my body as I angrily scrubbed myself. A fresh wave of irritation flooded my system as I thought about Beretta Slater, with his funky ass. The audacity of that man!

I tried hard to focus on my schedule for the upcoming week and the shopping I had to do for some supplies. I owned a wax lounge, where I snatched hair off people and made a ton of money. Becoming an esthetician was the best thing I’d done, so I thought I could focus my mind on that instead of Beretta’s irritating ass. How wrong I was.

“Yuck-mouth-ass bitch,” I muttered as I swiped my loofah across my breasts.

The fact that he would talk to a bitch who was a downgrade from me . . . right in front of me. Yeah, I needed to be done with him expeditiously.

My heart stalled at that thought. Somewhere in the last six months, Beretta had entered his way into my life and weaseled his way into my bloodstream. It was like the thought of not knowing him or having access to him physically hurt.

“Ugly-ass nigga.” Rage coursed through me, but if I paid close enough attention, I recognized the jealousy and hurt underneath all the anger.

Feelings and emotions weren’t something I was good at dealing with, so I shoved them away and tried to think about anything but the stupid-ass man in my life.

I froze when I thought I heard a thud from the other room. The sound of the shower was the only thing I heard as I listened for a few seconds. I chalked it up to paranoia before I finished rinsing off.

When the bathroom door slammed open, I screamed, wishing like hell I had brought my gun into the bathroom with me. Boldly, I pulled the black shower curtain back and almost pissed myself until I noticed it was Beretta.

“What in the entire fuck are you doing here? How the hell did you get into my apartment?” I shrieked as I shivered from the cool air on my wet body.

“With my key.” Beretta shrugged as his eyes traveled down my body.

I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his black jeans, but I snapped my eyes back up to his face as I used the curtain to cover my body.

“What key? I never gave you a damn key.”

“Yeah, you did.”

My face scrunched up. “No, I didn’t. I’d remember if I gave you a key, Beretta.”

“It was that night you was PMSing and you called me over ’cause you was crying over that movie with the dog that died.”

I frowned. I remembered that night. I was a sucker for animals, and that movie had me in shambles. I called Beretta, and he came over and made everything alright with that massive dick he had swinging between his legs.

“I remember that night well, and I definitely didn’t give you a key.”

“Hmm.” His eyes still roamed my body, and anger flooded me.

“Beretta! How the fuck did you get a key to my place?”

“Made a copy for emergencies.” His eyes finally found mine again. He was infuriatingly handsome.

“I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

“You ain’t have to.”

I stomped my foot and then got even more annoyed because I knew I looked like a damn child. Arguing with Beretta was pointless. He could talk in circles all damn day, so I decided to focus on a different question. “Why are you here?”

“To see yo’ stank ass. Duh.”

“Boy, fuck you.” I snatched the curtain closed and continued my rant as I rinsed the rest of my bodywash off. “You was supposed to take the chicken-legged ho home.”

Silence was my response. Just as I was about to turn the water off and step out, the curtain snatched open again, and Beretta got into the shower with me, butt ass naked. My nipples hardened, and my pussy clenched.