I’d thought one too many times about where I’d get it from since Mazi was dead. When I realized that me not being able to find any was a good chance, my heart sank. If I was going to stop drinking lean, I’d rather do it by choice and not by force. The withdrawals would be ugly, just like KoKo said. That wassomething that I wasn’t looking forward to. Maybe that was the reason I was slowly attempting to wean myself off the syrup.
I unzipped my overnight bag and pulled out everything I needed. With the items clutched in my hands, I quietly walked out of the bedroom and to the bathroom that was adjacent to the room. Wilde more than likely had an ensuite bathroom, so I hoped I’d be the only one using the main bathroom. I heard the television in the living room and smelled weed smoke. Wilde’s ass smoked like a chimney. I glanced in his bedroom since the door was open, and it was as nice and neat as the rest of the house. His bed was neatly made, and it had a thick, black comforter on it. The king bed only had two pillows on it. Typical man.
Even though I wanted nothing more than to sleep, I took a long, hot shower. Afterwards, with a towel wrapped around my body, I brushed my teeth, then moisturized my skin. There wasn’t even a small part of me that wanted to be sexy while I was in Wilde’s home, so I put on the hunter green, silk pajama pants that I brought with me and the matching long sleeve button up. The pants fit loose on me and didn’t cling to my body at all.
In the hallway, I once again glanced into Wilde’s bedroom, and my eyes widened at the sight of him standing at the foot of the bed with a fistful of curls while a female was on the floor on her knees sucking him off. The way she was positioned made it impossible for me to get a glimpse of Wilde’s manhood, but from the way she gagged, I assumed it was a decent size. His head lifted and the moment we locked eyes, he hit me with that little smirk that I’d come to hate. Rolling my eyes, I went back into the bedroom and closed the door. I hadn’t had sex since leaving Drew. Even before I left him, we hadn’t had sex in almost a month. The more I began to loathe him, I didn’t want him touching me. I assumed he got tired of me lying there like a log,uninterested and unaroused because he stopped even trying to have sex with me, and I was glad.
I wanted to be annoyed that Wilde was in the next room having sex and I wasn’t, but who the hell would I have sex with? I didn’t even have any prospects lined up. It was all good, though. Men were often more trouble than they were worth, meanwhile, my handy dandy rose had never let me down. I was pleasantly surprised by how comfortable the mattress on the bed was. Wilde had obviously chosen a quality mattress, and I wasn’t mad at it. Despite him being an arrogant asshole, at least he had good taste and was clean. Or was the woman in there giving him head his girlfriend? Maybe she decorated and kept the house clean. Sleep had almost found me when loud shrills along with a knocking sound made my eyelids part with a quickness. Either Wilde’s dick was something serious, or the woman he was sexing was dramatic as hell for no reason. I’d been slightly extra a time or two in the past just to stroke a man’s ego, so he could hurry up and get off me.
I could have been wrong, but Wilde didn’t seem like the kind of man that a woman had to fake it for. As cocky, self-centered, and rude as he was, that dick better be everything and more. God didn’t give him manners, morals, or good sense, so something about him had to be perfect. Well, his looks and his teeth were pretty flawless also. That pretty ass curly hair was nice, too. More moans interrupted my thought process, and I groaned while placing a pillow over my head. It was going to be a long night.
I wokeup around eleven a.m. and for a moment, I was confused about where I was. Then it hit me that Wilde made me spend thenight with him. After a long, intense stretch, I got out of bed and made it up. Hopefully, he would let me go home because I didn’t have the desire to spend the rest of my day or another night with him. I wasn’t sure if Drew had been in the club the night before or if word of me and Wilde would even get back to him, but I didn’t want to play Wilde’s game too much longer. When I was dressed and ready for the day, I went looking for him and found him in the living room, talking on the phone. I stood there, patiently waiting for him to end the call, ignoring the way his eyes were trailing the length of my body. Lil’ Miss Head was nowhere to be found.
A full minute later, Wilde was still on the phone. We stared at one another the entire time, and I absolutely despised the way my kitty began to ache. His personality may have been nonexistent, but I could never deny that Wilde was extremely handsome. All of the tattoos decorating his skin matched his rugged demeanor. Finally, he muted the phone and acknowledged me.
“What up, G?”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m assuming I can go home now?” I asked sarcastically.
“What time you get off?”
“I don’t work today.”
“Good. Be ready at four. We goin’ to the basketball game at the park.”
His words caused me to draw back. “Yo, please tell me why you think you can dictate where I go and when? I don’t have time to just sit around and cater to you. The fuck?” I glowered.
“I’ll pick you up around four.” Wilde was unfazed by my words. He unmuted the phone and went right back to his conversation.
I wanted to scream. Instead, I went back to the room, grabbed my things, and stormed out of his house. It was thenthat I remembered I didn’t drive. I would feel dumb as hell going back inside asking him to take me home, so I just sat on the porch steps and requested a ride share. There was a driver ten minutes away, and I was irritated that I hadn’t thought to request a ride before even coming out. The way Wilde kept demanding things of me was starting to piss me off because there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head that made me sick to my stomach. What if Wilde had used the gun in more murders than Mazi’s? What if he got caught with the gun, and my prints were on it, and it was linked to several murders? I wanted to throw up.
Even though he was a scumbag of a person for what he did, mentally, I was trying to convince myself to lose the attitude and get on his good side. I needed that gun destroyed or at least my prints wiped off it. I refused to go down for one murder, let alone several that I didn’t commit. By the time my ride came, my palms were sweaty, and my heart was racing. Why, why, why did I have to walk in and witness a murder?
KoKo texted me, and I wasn’t even in the mood to text her back. I ran through what if scenarios in my mind until I was literally nauseous. At home, I attempted to occupy myself with cleaning and responding to inquiries via my website. KoKo called, and I knew she was worried, so I answered.
“Girl, I texted you two hours ago! Don’t be doing that! I thought Wilde chopped you up into little pieces or something.”
“My bad. I’m just so annoyed. This man is making me go to the game at the park with him today. Like ughhhh, he makes me so mad. He just tells me what to do, and I have to follow along.”
“He might get his wish because I’m sure Drew will be at the park. What if they get into it, and Drew kills him? Then somebody finds the gun with your prints on it and then th?”
“KoKo! Please don’t.” I cut her off. “I’m tired of thinking the worst. I’ve been making myself physically ill. I don’t need any more ideas. Okay?”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m coming to the game, too, so at least I’ll be out there with you. You want me to come pick you up?”
“He’s coming to pick me up,” I stated dryly. “Wilde is milking this for all he can. People saw us leaving the club together last night, and people are going to see us arriving at the park together. I can only imagine what hoes are saying,” I rolled my eyes.
“I already told you about that. You shouldn’t care what any of these hoes say. Half of them sleep with friends, are screwing every hustler in the city, and their lights and water still getting cut off. Let’s not forget the ones that post up on the ‘gram in all the latest fashions and houses be nasty as hell, ph balance off and you can smell the coochie through the leggings. None of these hoes can talk about you.”
Her words made me giggle. It was true that most of the females that did all the gossiping had bigger problems than the people they talked about. You could be almost perfect, and people would still find something to talk about, so it was what it was. It was no secret that Drew wasn’t a good boyfriend. Maybe I shouldn’t feel bad about being spotted out in public with a man that was as fine as Wilde.
KoKo and I chatted for a bit longer before it was time for me to take a shower and get ready. It was hot as hell outside, so I chose to wear a short, camo print, cargo skirt, a black fitted tank top, with olive green, black, and white sneakers. I slicked my weave back into a ponytail and used a spoolie to brush my lash extensions. The only thing going on my face was moisturizer that contained SPF and lip gloss. The sweltering heat and makeup didn’t mix. I was spraying perfume when my eyes landed onmy closet door. I knew what was inside, and my mouth literally began to water. It had been more than twenty-four hours and for that, I was proud of myself.
Make it through the rest of the day, and you’ll have two full days under your belt.
You’re about to have to spend the next however many hours with Wilde. You need something to take the edge off.
My internal thoughts were battling with one another on whether or not I should make some lean. “If you can’t go two days without lean, that’s a problem, Wonder,” I mumbled under my breath.
