Merci & Greyson, page 8
part #3 of Snatched Up By A Bad Boy Series
I had decided that an abortion was probably best because Luca wasn’t budging when it came to his decision.
“Bitch, stop calling that man.” Zella looked at me.
The nerve of her to tell me to stop calling Luca, like I didn’t know that she was probably stalking Greyson and that bitch that he was dating.
It was kind of funny how fucking small the world was. That was the same bitch that thought she was poppin’ shit when she started dating Nix. It was like her ass couldn’t find a nigga of her own.
“Hoe, I know you didn’t. I bet you over there blowing Greyson’s shit up too.” I poked my lips out and waited for her to lie.
I watched her as a stupid look appeared on her face.
“Yeah, exactly.” I rolled my eyes and continued to mind my business in my damn phone.
If I wanted to call Luca one hundred times, that was my business. I needed him to pick up his phone. I just wanted to talk to him.
It was crazy because when I started fucking with Luca, it was more so on some get even at Nix’s ass for doing me how he would.
Nix had always cheated on me. That bitch Merci wasn’t the only bitch that I had to beat down because of him being a dog ass nigga.
After a while, I got tired of the shit and decided to play him at his same game. Which was how I met Luca.
Somehow though, my dumb ass ended up getting hooked. That nigga had that stupid dumb dick that had my head fucking spinning.
“Ughh, why won’t he answer?” I slammed my phone down on the table out of frustration after hearing his phone go to voicemail for the millionth time.
I picked up the cup of watermelon Ciroc and downed it.
“I’ll be back, I need another drink,” I told Zella.
“Why are you even drinking, ain’t you pregnant?”
“Fuck this damn baby,” I spat as I walked away and headed for the bar.
Once I got to the bar, I ordered me another drink. As I waited patiently for it, I felt someone grab a handful of my ass causing me to spin around, getting ready to go off.
“No, the fuck—” My words got cut short.
I was now face to face with Nix. Someone who I had been avoiding like crazy.
I had been so throat deep on Luca’s dick, that I wasn’t checking for Nix at all.
“It’s still soft as fuck.” Nix smiled, of course, flashing those pretty ass teeth that got him in the door with so many bitches. Why? Because we loved a nice smile, good looks and then to top it off, Nix had money.
“Miss it, don’t you?” I smirked.
“Hell yeah,” he quickly replied.
“Too bad.” I grabbed my drink from the bartender and began to walk away with him following right behind me.
“It’s like that. Damn...” He grabbed my arm causing my drink to spill out just a little bit.
Turning around, I mugged him. “What do you want? You know it’s been like this for a while now. Why are you acting brand new?” I spat, causing Nix’s mouth to drop as the word wow silently flowed from his lips.
He backed up a little as he rubbed his hands over his beard. He then looked around before he grabbed me up, aggressively.
Ughh. I closed my eyes tightly, too fucked to really fight with him. This was also the Nix that I had forgotten about.
Everyone saw the good looks he possessed, the money and the successful business he had, but little did they know, he was missing a few screws. Nix was one of those niggas that thrived off of being in control, so when he didn’t have control, he lost it.
“Why are you acting like you forgot how shit goes around here?” he roared into my ear.
“Follow me to the back. Act like you got some fucking sense too.” He nudged me in the direction that I needed to go in.
Not really wanting to, I did. I headed towards the back to where his office was.
Once we got inside, Nix bum rushed me and wrapped his hands around my throat.
“Don’t you ever act like you don’t know what the fuck it is Apryl,” he spat.
He was so close to my face that when he talked, spit flew from his mouth and landed on my face.
“Ok, Nix, fuck.” I jerked my head back a little bit.
“You better act like you know.” A smirk appeared on his face. He then placed a kiss on my lips.
Moving my head to the side, he continued to try to kiss me.
“Nix, what are you doing? We are not like that anymore.” It seemed like I needed to remind him of that.
“We whatever I want us to be. So cut the shit, Apryl,” he stated, as his hands guided up the shirt I had on, grabbing a handful of my right breast.
He began to massage it and also pinch my nipples. Even though I didn’t want my body to react to him, it did, and now I wanted to fuck his crazy ass.
“Are you going to bend over and let me get that, or am I going to have to take the shit?” he asked as he continued to play with my breast.
I would rather give it to him than for him to aggressively take it. I knew Nix was good for that. So instead of answering him, I began to take my clothes off and I watched as his eyes lit up.
As I slipped out of the shorts I had on, I allowed them to hit the floor. Due to me not having any panties on, I now stood before him naked.
“Go over there and bend over that desk,” he ordered me, and I did.
Once I reached his desk, I bent over, put an arch in my back how he liked it and braced myself.
Nix was one of those niggas that would fuck you so good and hard that your stomach would be cramping up after. He also had bomb ass dick, but it wasn’t better than Luca.
Luca’s dick had me trying to trap his ass, with hopes it would have made him want to commit to me, but it did the complete opposite.
Feeling Nix’s thick dick enter me, it quickly erased all thoughts of Luca out of my mind.
Closing my eyes and trying my best to get a hold of the desk, I could feel my body relax more and more as his dick aggressively eased in and out of me.
“That pussy always been good as fuck,” Nix’s deep voice boasted from behind me.
As he continued to pound my shit, I tried my best to keep up with his tempo. Nix had always known how to use that tool he had between his legs. He knew exactly what spot to hit and how to fill me all the way up.
He had never been a disappointment, which had me dick crazy. I was willing to fight any and every bitch that he called himself dating at the time because truth was, he had never called shit off with me. He would just pop up out of nowhere with a bitch.
Moaning out, Nix pulled my ass cheeks farther apart and continued to hammer inside of me. He was balls deep and I could hear his big balls slapping against my skin.
“Nix, shit.” I ran my hands through my air, with my eyes still closed, taking all nine inches of his thick pipe.
“You like that shit, huh?” he asked, smacking me on my ass, really hard.
“You like that shit, don’t you?” he asked more aggressively, smacking me on the ass even harder, causing my body to stiffen up.
The orgasm that was taking over my body had caused the stinging sensation to begin to fade away. My heart was racing, my breathing was irregular, and I could feel my own juices running down the inside of my legs.
It made no fucking sense how wet this man made me.
The sounds of the music that was playing throughout the club could be heard, but it wasn’t a match to the sounds we were making inside of this office.
“Damn, I’m about to fucking nut,” he expressed.
Nix began to jug deeper and deeper inside of me. The shit felt so good.
Standing up on my tip toes, just so I could give him better access to my pussy, I began to whine my hips in a circular motion as he held on to my waist.
I knew he was about to nut because I could feel the way his dick was pulsating inside of me, but I still wanted to bust one more before he got his.
“Fuck,” I cried out when he that one spot on the right, and that did it for me.
I was coming so hard, that my stomach sucked in and my arms became weak. I could no longer hold myself up. I found myself collapsing on top of his desk. However, that didn’t fuck up Nix’s stroke; he kept going.
Nix was now leaning over on me, still humping upwards inside of me. I was on the other end, done for. I even had to close my eyes because it felt like the room was spinning.
“Shit.” He pulled my ass cheeks so far apart that I felt like he might have caused my shit to rip.
I could feel his warm semen fill me up. Thank God I was already pregnant because otherwise, I would have definitely been after this.
Sliding his now limp dick out of me, Nix backed up and sat down in the chair. I lazily stood up straight and as I stood there, I could feel his nut seeping out of me.
Ugh, I thought as I looked around for my bottoms so that I could put them back on.
“You can go now,” he stated, out of breath.
“Damn, can I put my clothes back on?” I shot, quickly grabbing my shit off of the floor.
“Watch yo’ attitude,” he spat, rising to his feet and standing in front of me with his dick still on display.
Had it not been for the dick and the good looks, Nix was not a man that was dateable, just because he was such a psychopathic narcissist.
Not even wanting to argue with him or have him flipping out, I slipped my clothes on and left out his office, making sure to slam the door behind me.
Walking back to where I had left Zella, I saw that she was no longer there. I figured her ass had probably left me.
So, I ordered one more drink and downed it before I headed out of the club and to my car.
When I got inside of my car, I exhaled, because even though I had just got that work from Nix, I was still wanting Luca.
I knew that there was no way he would talk to me until I got the abortion.
Pulling my phone out, I sent him a text to let him know that I was going to call Monday to schedule the abortion.
After I sent him a text, I started my car and before I could even make it out of the parking lot, he had finally text me back.
It was crazy that it took me saying that in order for him to even communicate with me. Shaking my head, I got myself together and prayed I was able to get my drunk ass home.
10
Zella
Staring at the pill bottle that was sitting on top of my dresser, I had been trying to get myself out of this dark area that I had been in ever since I saw Merci and Greyson inside of the grocery store.
It was like even though I knew he was in a relationship, it was a different type of pain to see that shit with your own two eyes. It hurt and angered me at the same damn time.
I had been filled with so much regret lately, one of the things being the fact I fucked things up with Greyson.
Then on top of that, I almost had him willing to talk to me, but I just had to make a move on him and fuck it up. Not to forget, the look he gave me whenever Apryl opened her mouth and mentioned the kiss that he and I shared. Well, the one that I took but still, he looked like he wanted to murder my ass.
Sighing, I got up out of my bed. I walked lazily over to the dresser and grabbed the pills. I twirled the orange bottle in my hand, as I looked at the part were the person who sold me the pills name used to be.
With the pill bottle still in my hand, I made way back to my bed and plopped down. It was so crazy that I was right back here, after once defeating it.
You are stronger than this, I thought to myself, but I wasn’t strong enough to stop myself from popping the lid off of the bottle.
Pouring the Xanax in my hand, I looked at the white rectangular pills spread out in my hand as I thought about how good I would feel just by popping one of them in my mouth.
It would help with the way I felt right now and probably even put me in a better spirit.
Bitch, put those pills back and just go enjoy a drink, I told myself as my hands shook like crazy.
Tossing the pills back inside of the bottle, I threw them inside of my drawer next to my bed. Getting out of bed, I slipped my feet into my pink slides and headed for my kitchen.
Instead of relapsing, I decided to just fix myself a drink and maybe…just maybe I would get myself out of this depressive funk I was in.
It was now seven in the evening and I was lit. I was currently dancing in the middle of my living room floor with a bottle of wine in my hand. It was a few drops away from being empty.
Spinning around one final time, I plopped down on my couch, grabbed my phone and turned the music that was playing off.
As I sat there drunk, I somehow found myself on Greyson’s Instagram page. Knowing that I should have stopped scrolling, I couldn’t. Now the good mood that I had drunk myself into was that easily ruined as I stared at the picture of them.
She’s not even that fucking cute, I thought as I observed the two of them together in the picture.
They were in the club and she was sitting in his lap and the caption read, what’s a king without his queen.
Scrunching up my face at the two of them, I began to remember when that was me. I was now feeling sick to my stomach.
There was no way I could just let her win this easily. I needed to put up a fight to get my man back. At least that’s what my mind was telling me to do.
Jumping up, I ran to my room, damn near tripping over my own feet. I slipped my feet into a pair of Nike shoes, grabbed my keys and decided that I was going over to Greyson’s house. He had me fucked up. She had me fucked up and I before I let her have him, I would kill her, him and even myself.
Now in my car, I found myself serving from side to side. I was trying my best to stay inside of my lane before I ended up getting pulled over.
Inhaling, I gripped the steering wheel and tried to focus better on the road. My palms were becoming clammy and my vision a little blurry.
What the fuck am I doing? I questioned myself once I came to a red light. I had no business in my car, drunk, heading over to my ex’s house because I was in my feelings.
Honk!
The sound of the car behind me, startled me. I mashed on the gas and sped through the green light.
I was now pulling up to Greyson’s house. Even though I tried to talk myself out of coming here, someone how I still ended up here.
Not even bothering to pull up in his driveway, I got out the car and walked up to the door.
Knocking on the door, I stood there and waited for Greyson to answer. As the seconds ticked down and nobody answered the door, it was like something hit me, telling me to take my ass home.
Turning around to leave, a car swooped up in the driveway. The bright lights blinded me, so I couldn’t see who it was.
“Hoe, what the fuck are you doing at my nigga’s house?” Merci shouted to the top of her lungs as she hopped out of her car, headed towards me. She was so focused on me that she couldn’t even shut her car door all the way.
“Bitch, can you not hear?” She was now up in my face, mugging the fuck out of me.
“I came here to talk to Greyson, if that is ok with you,” I spat, placing my hand on my hip.
“No hoe, it is not ok with me. I’m getting so tired of you taking my kindness for weakness.” She chuckled.
As we stood there, the front door finally opened and out walked Greyson. His scent hit me before I could even turn around and look at him.
“What are you doing here Zella?” he asked, causing me to turn around and face him.
“I wanted to talk to you,” I let him know.
Greyson’s face was laced with confusion. The longer he stood there staring at me, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me, I watched as his fist balled up tightly. I knew he was most likely sick of my shit and was ready to knock me out.
“Zella, I’ve been letting you make it way too much. You must really want to get fucked up,” he questioned, stepping closer to me, allowing his tall figure to tower over me.
I guess he thought that he was scaring me, but he wasn’t. His body in front of mine, the scowl he had on his handsome face, was turning me on.
Taking the chance again, I stood on my tip toes, perked my lips together and tried to kiss him again.
“Zella.” Greyson mushed my face.
“This bitch got me fucked up,” I also heard Merci say and before I knew it, she had grabbed my hair and pulled me down to the ground.
“I’m tired of you disrespecting my fucking relationship hoe,” she roared as she jumped on top of me and began punching me in my face. I could now taste blood as I tried to swing back.
“Get her off of me,” I screamed as I kept swinging wildly, but I was no match for her; she was in a full-blown rage.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Greyson lifted her off of me, but she was still yelling and screaming, trying to get to me.
“Chill Merci, baby. Chill,” I heard him tell her as I laid there with blood coming from my lip and possibly my nose.
“Fuck her, Grey. Fix this shit tonight or me and you will be having problems,” she ordered of him, and then I heard the front door slam closed.
Seconds later, my very sore body was being yanked up off of the ground and I was now dangling in the air.
Greyson’s face was contoured into a frown as he looked at me. He had a tight grip around my neck and the longer he held me in the air, the tighter it got.
I began clawing at his hands, but it was like he didn’t even feel it.
“I’ve been trying to let you make it, bruh.” He shook me.
He shook me so hard, that it felt like my brain was rattling inside of my head.
“Grey—” I struggled to get out as blood still oozed from my mouth.
“Shut the fuck up,” he seethed.
“Listen to me and listen good, Zella. I don’t want to see you around no fucking more. This will be my last warning. This will be my last time sparing your fucking life. This will be your last time disrespecting my girl and our fucking relationship. I don’t fucking want you no more. Get that through your fucking head,” he roared.
It felt like he was stabbing me in the heart. His words were laced with so much venom. I felt like I was dying slowly right now.
