might cry.
“Yeah, well, yesterday is forever the same, but today and tomorrow can be altered. So, which will you focus on?” Boon asked, wiping a falling tear from his ex-lover’s face.
“Damn, you still got a way with those words, boy,” Gia said, as the waiter brought out their drinks and sat them in front of them.
“Wings’ll be out in just a minute,” the waiter said, as Boon handed him $40 and declined the change.
“Can I ask you a question?” Gia asked, as she took a couple sips from her Cosmopolitan. Boon nodded. “Do you still love me?” she asked.
Boon looked her in the eyes and told her, “Real love never dies. I just don’t trust you, playa.”
“I deserved that.” Gia nodded.
The waiter appeared with the wings and Boon ordered another round of the same drinks. The liquor was doing its job, as both Boon and Gia caught up on old times. Gia answered a few text messages, but, otherwise, gave Boon her undivided attention all night.
“You ‘bout ready?” Gia asked Boon, when he sat his glass down.
“Yeah, I ain’t drunk, but I will be if I have another one,” he said, standing up and following Gia out of the lounge.
He could not take his eyes off her ass, the entire walk to the car.
“Can I go home with you tonight, Boon?” she asked, bluntly.
“I don’t care, G. At least I ain’t got to do much driving,” Boon said, pulling into traffic.
“Oh, actually, I was hoping you would be in the mood for a li’l ride when I got you home, Daddy.” Gia rubbed Boon’s chest and stomach.
Boon mashed the gas a bit harder.
*
“I just moved in here yesterday, so excuse all my shit every—”
They had barely made it into the apartment before Gia was on him, kissing him and with her legs wrapped firmly around his waist. He gripped her ass cheeks and they kissed passionately. He could feel the warmth from her juice box on the zipper of his Robin’s shorts. She jumped down and unbuckled his belt, as he gently squeezed both her breasts, before pulling off her shirt. She got his shorts down and pulled his elongated manhood through the hole in his boxers. She kissed the head of it, letting Boon feel her MAC lip gloss, while he pulled up her skirt and palmed both her thick, but soft, ass cheeks. Just as he slapped her bottom, she slid his length into her mouth.
“Mmmm…” she moaned, as she slowly bobbed up and down on Boon’s pleasure pole.
“Damn, Gia! I miss this mouth, girl,” Boon groaned, throwing his head back, as he slowly fucked her mouth. Gia slurped him faster and moaned even louder. She eased Boon to the floor, still simultaneously jacking and sucking his pipe, and slipped off her soaked G-string. Boon reached for his shorts and got a condom out of the pocket. Gia took it and used her mouth to put it on, rubbing her throbbing clit all the while. She stood and then hovered over Boon’s hardened rod, before easing him inside of her.
“Damn, this dick’s bigger than I remembered,” Gia said, riding slowly, to get reacquainted with a dick that had pleasured her years ago, on several occasions.
“Take that dick, Gia!” All of it!” Boon demanded, raising his hips to give her all the wood, as she came down.
“Oh fuck, Boon. Ohh…fuck me!” Gia exclaimed, as she bounced. Boon kissed her nipples, as her size 36D breasts bounced in the same rhythm.
“Turn yo’ sexy-ass around.” Boon wanted to watch her ride backwards. As Gia got up to reverse cowgirl, her phone rang. The ringtone was Beyoncé’s “Drunk in Love”.
“Baby, I’m sorry, but I gotta get that.” Gia crawled to her Chanel purse.
“The fuck?” Boon sat up, wondering if this bitch was serious. Gia was on her hands and knees, scrolling through her phone, after missing the message. Boon eased up behind her, on his knees, and gripped her hips, as he entered her.
“Wait… ooh… baby.” Gia put her face on the floor and let Boon work her over with his magic stick.
Boon, looking down, saw Shyne tatted on her right ass cheek, as he spread them apart and it reignited his fury. He began to pound Gia out with no remorse, causing her to moan louder, until they both climaxed.
Within minutes of the session, Gia was hibernating. Boon, still peeved, lay on the sofa bed next to her, wide awake. This triflin’ bitch in my life again, Boon thought, as he stared at the ceiling.
Bzzzz.
Her phone vibrated against the floor. Under normal circumstances, Boon wouldn’t have touched it, but he wanted to see who it was. When he got to the phone, it no longer buzzed; but much to Boon’s surprise, it wasn’t locked. He looked back to make sure Gia was still asleep. Tore yo’ ass up, Boon smirked, as he saw that she hadn’t even changed positions. He turned back to the phone and went to her text messages.
U betta not have sucked dat nigga up, read the first message Boon came to.
Boon frowned and looked at the contact the message was from. Someone named “My Luv” sent the message. Boon shook his head, exhaled slowly, and went to the message before that.
My Luv: Make sho’ u make that lame put on a rubber!
Boon got pissed and began reading all 15 messages “My Luv” had sent since Gia called him earlier. One in particular stood out:
My Luv: Try to hit him up for at least 20 thou. U kno that fuck nigga love u.
Boon was ready to wake this scandalous bitch up and put her out. However, he had thought about his get-back and didn’t want to alert her. It was hard to sleep before, but it would be impossible now. Revenge is best served cold, and Boon’s heart was turning arctic.
Homecoming
“Girl, you better get dressed; the game is in an hour and I still gotta drop Pooh off with my mama.” Sherie snaked her neck, as she put on her new earrings. “You all in that yearbook and shit. That nigga ain’t comin’,” she taunted her.
“Maybe he misses me too though,” said Zora, upset with life after Boon. “I’m just being optimistic. He did love me.” Zora got up and put on her grey, form-fitting, Fendi dress, with Fendi written in navy blue and her indigo Fendi heels. “What nigga ain’t gon’ want summa this?” she asked, rhetorically, looking at her back shot in the full-length mirror.
“Zo, come on, chick. We runnin’ late already.”
***
Boon decided to let Gia leave without incident or alerting her to his knowledge of the text messages. He declined to give her money, simply stating that being brokenhearted so many times over the years had made him guarded. She told him that she was in some legal trouble, and asked for 10 grand instead. Gia begged continuously and he told
