"Gotta wash that nigga off of you?" He wore a scowl on his face as if he was disgusted with her being here.
“Hello to you too.”
“That’s what you expect for me to welcome you with? Open arms after you've been gone almost two weeks?”
“I got caught up.”
“Caught up? Caught up in what that had you so gone not answering yo’ phone?”
“I was in jail in Mexico,” Dallas lied, and Big Boy gave her a look as if he didn’t buy what she was selling. He placed his hand on the doorknob, waiting for her to explain.
“I won some money at the casino. When I got there, they instructed me to go to Mexico to collect my earnings. Norah must have left a blunt in my purse because they found one at the border. They held me for seven days then released me.”
“You expect me to believe that bullshit?”
“It’s the truth.”
“So where the fuck yo’ phone?”
“I guess they stole it. When I got my purse back, no money and no phone.” Dallas continued with her lies.
She hated lying to him because once you tell one lie, you have to keep telling them.
“A’ight, well, let me smell yo’ pussy before you take a shower.”
“What the fuck. So you accusing me of cheating and I just told you I was in jail.”
“You mothafucking right. Let me smell yo’ pussy.” Big Boy stood his ground, waiting on her to do as told.
Dallas walked past him into the bedroom and he didn’t give a fuck about her smacking her lips. She laid down on the bed, spread her legs, and told him to smell it. Dallas was now glad he wasn’t home the day she had come from the Dynasty because he would have definitely smelled Kasim’s sex all over her.
Big Boy stormed over to the bed then bent down to take a long sniff of her pussy. When he didn’t smell a thing, he looked up at her, but he wasn’t convinced. Drowning in his own guilt, he needed a reason to accuse her.
“Nah, I don’t believe you. Let me feel my pussy.” Big Boy began unbuckling his belt.
Dallas looked at him confused. He was dead ass serious, so she became nervous. Kasim had put a scowling on her pussy that still had her sore. Big Boy wasn’t as big as Kasim, but even the slightest touch may hurt her.
“I don’t feel like it. Anyway, we need to talk. I found . . .”
“The fuck you mean you don’t feel like it? You’re about to let me examine my pussy or I’mma know you lying.” Big Boy pushed himself on top of her.
“Baby, please. Not right now.”
“Oh, you ’bout to give it to me right now, lying ho.” He forced himself on top of her then forcefully spread her legs apart. He didn’t take his time pushing himself inside of her, so she flinched in pain. He began stroking her roughly, pulling in and out as if he was trying to find something. “Nah, something off about this pussy.” He continued to pump inside of her while frowning.
“I haven’t done shit. I told you I was in jail. Can you please stop.”
“Bitch! You lying ass bitch. Yo’ pussy feel like you fucked a whole palm tree. My whole body ’bout to fall in yo’ shit.”
Wham!
Big Boy’s hand collided with the side of her face. She couldn’t believe that he actually hit her, so she grabbed her face while he still pumped inside of her.
“Bitch, yo’ nasty ass been giving my pussy away!” Big Boy punched her again only this time in the ribs.
Dallas began sobbing loudly. This was a side of him she had never seen before. He had never put his hands on her or even called her out of her name.
Another hard blow to the ribs made Dallas's body crash into the ground. He wasted no time jumping off the bed to continue insulting her. He punched her, kicked her, and called her every name in the book but the child of God. Dallas was in complete shock, and she could feel her face swelling. Before she knew it, her body couldn’t endure the trauma. She had begun to feel weak and faintish. She could still hear Big Boy’s insults, but the sound of his voice began to trail off.
