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“Now you wanna keep me here with you so your ass don’t be bored.”

“Nigga, you ain’t got nowhere else to be. Grab the fucking cups.” Going in the bag, he pulled everything out and popped the bottle open. We sat down and started drinking like it was a regular day. We sat there and got fucked up and kicked it for hours. Key even left to get food, came back, and we drank some more. Out of nowhere, he looked around as if he had figured some shit out.

“You know what’s crazy? This is probably the most relaxed I’ve ever seen your ass.”

“Nigga, you done got drunk. I’m always relaxed. Your ass tweaking.”

“Naw, you always calm. That’s different. Bubbles done kidnapped the stress out your ass. Every time you call my phone, it’s look this up. I gotta kill this nigga. Set up a meeting. I had to damn near drag your ass to go to the club that night. You too uptight.” Yeah, his ass was done.

“You slapped. Luckily you in the truck and it can drive your ass home.”

“Fuck you! I know what I’m saying. Maybe her lil ratchet ass gone balance you out. She definitely gone keep you on your toes. Bitch gone rob you blind and lock you in the attic next time. At least we know she won’t kill you.”

“Maybe your ass needs to get kidnapped.” Key waved his hand.

“Hell naw. It would be just my luck I get somebody ugly. Fuck that! I’ll keep coming over here and be held hostage with you.”

“Yeah, it’s time for you to head home.” I stood up and began cleaning up our mess. Once I had everything in trash bags, I handed it to him. “Take this with you.”

“Wow! Now I’m housekeeping.” I laughed as I grabbed all the bags I needed to take to the basement.

“I’m going to remind you again when you sober, but I need you to push Bubbles to come back over here. Ask her how you know I’m still alive. You need proof of life.” She thought she could hide out during negotiations, but her ass wasn’t thinking about me starving to death.

“Yup. Got it.” He was heading toward the door when I stopped him.

“Nigga, come lock me back in.” He mumbled something under his breath as I walked down the stairs. The door slammed, and I could hear the lock turn. Looking around the basement, I found spots I could hide my shit in. Satisfied Bubbles wouldn’t be able to tell I had left, I laid down in the bed and turned on the TV. Before I closed my eyes, I made sure he made it in. Once I knew my nigga was good, I was out.

Simone “Bubbles” Stanton

Getting out of my car, I headed into the lake house. Annoyed wasn’t enough to describe how I felt. Anton’s boss was moving on his own time, and I ain’t like that. Now, this nigga was asking for proof of life. Why would I offer you somebody back in exchange for you leaving my guy alone if his ass was dead? I guess common sense wasn’t common no more. Staying away from here was solving two problems for me. One, my horniness was overriding my criminal compass. And two, I didn’t have money to keep feeding my hostage. When I came up with this dumb ass plan, I thought it would be a call and deliver type of thing. Instead, I had involuntarily taken on a dependent that I couldn’t afford who I happened to be attracted to. Anton’s antics didn’t make it any better. As soon as I unlocked the basement door, he started in.

“Why you ain’t been home, Stink? You think it’s cool to leave me in this mufucka for two days?”

“It’s only been one and a half. Stop being dramatic,” I rolled my eyes as I made my way down the stairs. When I got to the bottom, I stopped in my tracks. Anton was standing there wearing nothing but a towel. I stared longer than I meant to before snapping myself out of my trance. “Nigga, why you naked?”

“I’m not naked. I got this on.” My eyes trailed down to the raggedy ass towel that barely covered him and knew I should have stayed my ass at home. His dick was lifting it up, and it didn’t even look hard. I knew it felt long, but gah damn! I swallowed and noticed the towel wasn’t able to completely close, and before I knew it, I had leaned to the side trying to see if I could get a glimpse. From the wetness of his body, it seemed like Anton had just gotten out of the shower. If I had come a few minutes earlier, I could have seen the dick. Damn! I was taking my time because I didn’t want to be here, and now I was wishing I hadn’t. When I moved my eyes back up his body, his mouth was moving, but I didn’t hear a word he said.

“Huh?” His cocky ass gave a knowing smile before walking toward me. I wanted to move, probably should have, but I was curious to know what he was about to do. When he closed the gap, he stood close enough that if I moved my hand just a little, I could touch his dick.

“I said that you don’t have to keep looking at it. You can touch it.” Anton stared at me as if he was waiting to see what I was going to do.

“Nigga, go put some clothes on.” Pushing him back, I walked around him praying my weak knees didn’t give out. Not knowing if he could tell they were shaking, I sat down on the couch.

“I can’t. My shit dirty, and I’m not putting them shits back on.”

“Suit yourself.” He shrugged and made his way over to me. Leaning against the TV stand in front of me, he crossed his arms.

“Then, I’ll walk around this bitch with nothing on until I leave. Dicks be needing to breathe anyway. All that confinement ain’t good for them.” My eyes landed on his dick again somehow causing him to laugh. “Man, just go buy me something to put on.” Hearing that snapped me out of my horny. My stomach dropped. I didn’t have no money to be buying this nigga shit. Hell, I just had to steal him some food, and was sure he was gone want to eat today. I had enough to figure out without adding a wardrobe to it. Not knowing when Anton’s boss was going to give me an answer, I knew I couldn’t leave him without any clothes. This nigga walking around naked mixed with a pussy that doesn’t know when a nigga ain’t hers wasn’t going to work for me. It had to be something he could throw on in here.

“I’ll go look upstairs. Earl might’ve left some stuff.” His face turned up like I had just shitted on him.

“I ain’t putting on another nigga’s draws. You tried that shit. Get my own clothes or I’m free balling.” Turning away from him, I tried to think. I could probably hit one of the stores out here, but I didn’t like hitting licks in areas I didn’t know. The last thing I needed was to be in jail with Peanut. I continued to look around at nothing as I tried to come up with a plan. I could feel his eyes on me, so I refused to look his way. “Give me your phone.” That made me turn around.

“For what?”

“I can buy my own shit.” I passed him the phone hoping he wasn’t playing me out. I watched him like a hawk, but I had no idea what he was doing. I just saw his fingers moving, and then he finally passed it back to me. My text went off and I looked at the notification on my screen. It was a message from Zelle saying Anton Hodges had sent me ten thousand dollars. What the fuck? My eyes damn near popped out of my head. “Go buy my clothes.” I could have cried in that moment. Instead, I tried to save face.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Anton started laughing. He knew my ass was lying, but he could have let me make it.