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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After the abrupt and perilous reunion with Erik in front of your neighbors, you try to take a few moments to prevent yourself from self-destructing. The keyword here being try. No matter how much you want to be alone with your thoughts, Erik has other plans. But your desperation to prove that you aren't the same frightened 'Bunny' from two years ago might just backfire when it has to stand the test of Erik's determination.
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content, Blood & Violence, Toxic Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Intimidation, Occasional use of N-Word, and Monster Fuckery. For more extensive tags, see Ao3 listing below
❥ 𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑥 ❥ || || ❥ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ❥
A/N: 👋🏾Hi, this is me re-warning you all that Erik is both an asshole and an actual supernatural being in this story. Tis the season, so please enjoy the self-indulgent nonsense on my behalf 💕✨
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
Making cupcakes for a block party wasn’t exactly the norm. Though it was relatively nice outside, there was enough humidity to keep the windows shut and the air conditioning on full blast. It was past noon, so things were slowly cooling off. But in your compact, poorly insulated townhouse, having an oven going at nearly four hundred degrees in the summer would make the kitchen warm no matter what temperature you set it on. You’d begun to sweat, but you powered on, pushing your glasses up your nose and staying fully focused on icing cupcakes instead of thinking about him.
It was working. Even though his presence hovered eerily at the fringes of your mind, it was working. You might’ve stowed away in the house for an hour like a coward, but you were calm.
At least somewhat.
You hadn’t really thought about anything. Not since Sarah had come in to give you icing for your impromptu baking session. You could tell she was dying to ask questions, but she kept them to herself the moment she acknowledged the frazzled state you were in.
You declined her offer to stay the night at her place. Both her boys and EJ would be sleeping over at the church after the block party was over. The idea was to end the day with a movie night. However, you weren’t so sure how long the movie-watching would last with all the playing and running around they were doing.
As much as you would’ve loved Sarah’s company, it didn’t sit right in your heart to put her in so much potential danger. You weren’t sure what was going to happen, but that dull, swirling ache in your gut was the only warning you needed to keep your guard up.
You look abruptly up from your work when you hear the creaking spring of the screen door. Thankfully, it’s only Tyler who peeks his head in a few moments later.
A look of relief hangs on his features when he sees your expectant face looking back at him. “Hey, Sweets, Ms. Munroe sent me to check on things…How you holding up?”
Pairing: Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Plus Size Fem Black!OC
Wordcount: +1.9K
Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of Daddy, Mama, and other pet names (lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), oral (female receiving), spanking, Dom!Erik, orgasm denial, pure filth
A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.
A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.
Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥
Of course, Erik didn't know the monster he created. Last night, he had given his girlfriend Amelia his credit card and told her to buy her books. Amelia was immediately struck by decision fatigue. Her TBR list was well over 100 books at this point. When she whined about not knowing what books to choose, Erik told her to buy them ALL. Amelia initially laughed at Erik, not taking a word he said seriously; however, the look he gave her let her know he was beyond serious.
He had given her the card the night before. She sat up all night anxiously going through her TBR. She narrowed the list to 52 must-haves and 67 maybes, not including the 34 she deleted after reading the recent reviews.
Amelia had spent all morning in her favorite local bookstores and Barnes & Noble. She became flustered once she started realizing how much she would be paying. So, she called Erik and asked for his “approval” again. He responded with a laugh and comment about letting her do it again. This had Amelia excited at the thought.
While in the stores, she would first search for the books on her must-haves. Then, she would look for the maybes. She would scan over the synopsis and maybe the first page before deciding. She did this same routine in every store she went into.
After such a strenuous morning, Amelia was exhausted but excited upon returning home. She knew exactly the book she wanted to read first. She had showered and changed back into her nightgown. She climbed onto the bed and searched through the hoard of books. Amelia had tried her best to keep the books separated by genre to help her sort them.
There it was— a book she had wanted since its release five months ago. Amelia was back in her happy place as she lay on her tummy across Erik's bed, facing the headboard. She held the book and began kicking her feet in bliss. She opened the book and began to read the prologue before remembering that she didn't want any distractions. She grabbed her phone and placed it on DND. Tossing her phone somewhere behind her, she began to read again.
4 hours later
Unbeknownst to Amelia, hours had passed. Many hours. Her phone was still on DND, so she was unaware of Erik's 13 missed calls and 8 unread text messages. Unfortunately, she also didn't know he was on his way home.
As Amelia lay reading, Erik arrived at his home. He was pissed. Amelia had ignored him all day. He was a little paranoid about these kinds of situations considering the life he lived before meeting her.
Erik unlocked the door quietly checking for any signs of forced entry. He slowly crept through the house. As he approached the back rooms, the only light visible was coming from under his bedroom door. He could hear what sounded like Amelia laughing, but he was too unsure. He unsheathed his Glock and held it in his hands. As he inched closer to the door, he quieted his steps. Putting his stealth skills to use, he leaned against the door using the weight of his body to stop it from creaking as he opened it.
Awaiting him was an exhausted Amelia. She was facing away from him still completely unaware of his presence. He had always told her she had the self-awareness of a toddler.
He slowly placed his gun into his waistband. Trying his hardest not to startle or alert her to his presence, he crept up to the foot of the bed. He grabbed Amelia's left foot and dragged her to the edge of the bed. “Princess!” Erik says flipping Amelia over onto her back causing the book to slip from her hands. “Erik!” she screamed. She was still unsure how this man could toss her around so easily.
“Busy?” he asked folding his arms across his chest. “Umm…,” Amelia said sitting on her knees at the edge of the bed. She leaned up to give Erik an apologetic kiss. “Where's your phone?” he asked uncrossing his arms.
Amelia turned around and began searching for the phone in the bed. Piles of books were everywhere— an assortment of thrillers, romance, erotica, mystery, fantasy, and more. She knew it was there somewhere. She found it and looked at the screen. 13 missed calls and 8 unread text messages from “Daddy😈”. She turned back around to see Erik cracking his knuckles.
Uh oh
“So, you were reading all day? Is that why you were ignoring me, baby girl?” Erik said caressing her cheek. “Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just really…” she said putting her hands on his shoulders. “That's unacceptable, and you know that,” he said putting his right hand on the side of her neck. He used his thumb to stroke over the front of her throat., teasing her. Amelia swallowed because she knew what was coming— a punishment fit for his princess.
Erik stood there staring at Amelia's throat. “Where's the book you were just reading?” Erik asked stilling his movements. She pointed behind her to the only opened book on the bed. She was growing anxious by the second. Amelia began to whimper in desperation, trying to craft a scheme to escape this.
Erik's eyes shot up to meet Amelia's now brimming with tears. “Amelia, baby?” Erik lulled. “Yes, Daddy?” she asked hoping this would absolve her of her discretions. Considering that it was an honest mistake, she hoped he would be lenient. “Shut that shit up,” he said in the most level tone. He didn't raise his voice a decibel, but Amelia knew.
“Since you wanna read so much, read to me. I wanna see what's got you so distracted,” Erik said leaning over grabbing the book and handing it to Amelia.
4 orgasms denials later
Amelia was fighting for her life. Erik was eating her out from the back and forcing her to read the book aloud simultaneously. Every time she slipped up or stopped he lit her ass up like a Christmas tree.
His tongue sliding up and down her folds over and over again was driving her insane. She continued to read while breathing out ragged breaths. He was positioned right behind her on the bed. His tongue was warm and slick from her juices.
Erik leaned up and sat directly between her legs. He used his arms to flip Amelia over onto her back in one swift move. She yelled out in shock. Amelia looked down pleading to Erik with her eyes. He scoffed at her attempt to use her puppy dog eyes against him. He sat back and looked at Amelia's sloppy pussy and swollen clit. He took his hand and slid it up and down her slit, coating his fingers in her cum.
He brought his hand to his mouth and began to suck on his fingers. Amelia stopped to stare at Erik in awe. Without even losing focus on his task at hand, he used his other hand to smack Amelia's already swollen clit. “I didn't tell you to stop!” he barked while removing his fingers from his mouth. Amelia tried to continue reading but could feel Erik shifting between her legs.
Amelia turned the page and peeked under the book. She could see Erik's hand lining up with her pussy again. She felt his middle and index fingers slide into her wet pussy with a squelch. She moaned out and clenched her pussy around his fingers. He began to drive his fingers upward against her g-spot. He was merciless while fingerfucking her.
She started stuttering and closed her eyes too caught up in bliss. Erik used his free hand to smack the outside of her thigh. The sound echoed through the room. The thickness of her thighs provided no cushion for the blows he was dishing out. If anything, it was giving him more to work with. Her ass was already obliterated— red, swollen, and covered in welts.
They had been at this for almost an hour because of how well he was dragging out his teasing. She was tired of being denied but knew she held no power in this situation. All she could do was take it.
He leaned over Amelia's body pushing her knees up to her chest. How did he expect her to read like this?
His fingers were still punishing her pussy. He looked at Amelia and began to speak, “I don't hear you!” Amelia tried to read, but she felt like her voice was strained. The way he had her folded in half with his body holding her legs and thighs in place was making it hard to breathe. “Daddy, please. I can't…,” she whined out. “You can, and you fuckin' will. Do you hear me?” Erik said slowing his fingers down inside of her. He knew Amelia's weakness— slow strokes and deep pokes. He was using his fingers to massage her insides. He was kneading her pussy like dough.
Erik's heavy breathing was overshadowed by the sounds of Amelia's moans and her pussy squelching. It sounded like someone was flicking their fingers under a running faucet. Amelia dropped the book on her stomach, and Erik's hand instantly smacked her thigh twice. “Pick…it…the…fuck…up!!!” Erik growled through gritted teeth.
Amelia reached for the book. She tried her best to continue to read as Erik's fingers drove her insane. Erik lifted her left leg and pushed it back against her chest. He angled his body so that he was slightly to the side of Amelia's body. He leaned over and began to suck her clit while continuing to finger her pussy.
The words were leaving her mouth, but she wasn't attempting to comprehend or remember what she read. Erik removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. He moved so that his face was right between Amelia's legs. His tongue thrust inside her pussy. “Fuck. I'm… I'm gonna… Oh, I'm ‘bout to cum!” Amelia screamed. “Oh, really? I don't…remember you…askin’ me..for shit!” Erik said in between licks. “May I please cum? I can't take it anymore!” Amelia said her eyes filled with tears. “You betta!” Erik said slapping her clit with his free hand.
That was all it took to push Amelia over the edge. Her legs locked onto Erik as her belly seized. Her juices flooded Erik's fingers as he pushed them back in, leaking all over his hand and down his arm. He opened his mouth and covered her pussy so that he could catch everything. Amelia's moans turned to pained grunts. She was done.
Erik released his mouth from her pussy. He let go of her thick thighs causing them to fall like dead weights onto the bed. Amelia pulled her legs away from Erik and rolled over onto her side. He smacked her ass cheek while grabbing it roughly. “Good girl. You gone ignore Daddy again?” He asked leaning over to kiss Amelia's shoulder. “No, sir,” Amelia mumbled. “That's what the fuck I thought!” Erik replied standing from the bed.
“Get some rest, princess. Daddy's not done with you yet,” Erik said removing his shirt and heading towards the bathroom. “What?” Amelia said, jolting up from the bed. “Dafuck did you just say to me?” Erik snapped spinning around to meet Amelia's weak and apologetic eyes. “Nothing,” Amelia said as she let her head hit the bed again. “Since you got so much mouth, you got an hour. I know exactly what the next punishment is,” Erik said grinning.
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Pairing: Toxic Husband!Erik "Killmonger" x Black!Fem!OC
Wordcount: +3.2K
Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, no smut, heavily dialogue-centered, adultery/infidelity, angst, heartbreak
A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.
A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @theereina. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.
Masterlist: 📃
“Marsha! Marsha! You might wanna leave,” said Erik's sister-in-law, Gabby.
“Why?” I asked well aware of what was going on.
“Thomas said Erik's on his way over here, and it looks like he ain't happy,” she said, biting her lip nervously.
“He's never happy,” I said, shaking my head in laughter.
“Girl, you don't even look scared. Like…. At all,” she said, sitting beside me on the couch.
“I was in a relationship with him for 10 years, and we've been married for 7 of those. I know what he's like,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“You two have got to be the most pettiest people I've ever seen. I thought Erik was petty, but YOU!!! Yeah, he met his match with yo’ ass,” she said, shaking her head.
“He should've kept this separation civil, and we wouldn't be in this mess. Nawww, big bad Erik always gotta have his way. Not this time, though. If I can't have fun, he can't either,” I smirked.
“Unh unh, Mars. What the hell did you do?” she asked, facing me.
“Oh, I left a little gift in Erik's truck for his little girlfriend to find. Oh, I made sure her ass would find it, too.”
“Girl! What?” she shrieked.
“Nothing too bad. Just a pair of lace panties, an open condom wrapper in Erik's favorite brand, and the lingering scent of perfume.”
“I know damn well you di—,” she said before the sound of Erik's truck could be heard from up the block.
She sighed deeply, and all I could do was bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
“Aww, shit!” she said, standing up from the couch.
“Sit down. I promise not to do anything to disturb your neighbors. All you have to do is let him in.”
Gabby raised her hands in agreement as she walked towards the front door. She knew to just let this play out. Being in the middle of Erik and I's mess was good for no one.
We listened as Erik's truck sped into the driveway. I smiled as I heard gravel and dirt being spun everywhere. He was pissed. GOOD!
The truck's engine cut off and doors immediately slammed after. Gabby looked back at me before opening the door.
Erik didn't even speak. He was a man on a mission. He walked inside immediately locking eyes with me.
His shoulders were squared, and his jaw was tight. His face was reddened and sweaty.
“Oouu, Erik. Honey, you look tense. Everything alright, love?” I asked, crossing my legs.
“Mars, what the fuck is your problem? You think that shit is funny?” he yelled, approaching me as I still sat on the couch.
“You. You are my problem, Erik. I have no other issues, but… you,” I said calmly, pointing at him.
“Do you know what the fuck you just did?” he asked, standing over me.
“No, tell me. I need the laugh,” I smiled up at him.
“You… argh… you think this is a fucking game!” he yelled again.
“No. No. It's not a game, Erik. This is real life. Just like how I was on a real date when you threatened to beat up and kill the man I was there with. Do you remember that, Erik?”
“So, this is all because I ended that date you were on with that lame ass ni—. What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
“See, you light-skinned, but you not very bright. You ruined my date, so I ruined your relationship. She couldn't handle the idea that you may have had sex with your wife, huh? You know, the woman you're still currently married to by the way.”
“Mars, the fuck kind of shit is that?”
“You get to date and have fun, but I don't. I think the fuck not! If you get to fuck other women, I'm for damn sure getting mine, too. I don't know what the fuck you thought this was. I'm goofy, but not goofy. Do you understand me, or do I need to dumb it down some more?”
“Damn!” said Erik's brother, Thomas.
“Thomas shut the fuck up!” Erik yelled over his shoulder.
“My bad,” Thomas said. He and Gabby were both trying to hold in their laughter.
“You ain't allowed to—,” Erik said, his voice becoming low and rumbly.
“Nah, that's not how this works, Erik. Quite frankly, I think I might go get dicked down tonight. Yeah, I like the idea of that. Mmm… I can already see how my legs look wrapped ar—,” I started.
“Don't fucking play with me. That's my pussy, and you know it. No one else ca—,” Erik said, holding his hands in front of him.
“Oh, hush. Baby, that ain't nothing a new dick can't help. But truth be told, we both know you can't replace me. I highly doubt she can… uh… you know. Your favorite thing I do with my tongue. You gone teach her how to do it, or should I? Hell, maybe if her ass learned how to do it you'd leave me the hell alone,” I teased Erik, rolling my eyes playfully.
“Fuck you, Marsha!” Erik grunted.
“No, you want to and that's the problem. You miss me. Don't you?” I said, looking Erik in the eyes. I licked my lips slowly enough to draw his attention.
“Look at you. I didn't even do anything, and you're stuck. Poor, Erik. I kinda feel bad for you, but you're strong. You gone make it through this. Just remember to wrap it up,” I said, giving Erik a thumbs up.
Erik smiled, hiding the anger that was begging to come to the surface. Squatting down in front of me, Erik spoke quietly, “You fucking petty bitch. Just stop while you're ahead.”
“Or what, E? I like this. You're mad, and I'm the one doing it. Why would I stop?” I laughed, rubbing along his collar.
Erik's breathing ceased for a second before he grabbed my hand. “Don't…touch…me,” he said through gritted teeth.
“You're my husband. I can do whatever the hell I want to you. Is that how you feel about me?” I paused, “Yeah, that's what the fuck I thought. Bye, Erik.” As I stood, I pushed his shoulder.
“Don't walk away from me!” Erik yelled, standing to his full height.
“Why not? You walked away from me and your son. Did you not?” I said, stopping in my tracks.
“It wasn't like that, and you know it. I just—,” Erik said, approaching me.
“My point exactly. You still can't give me a real answer as to why you left. So, do us both a favor and leave…me…the…fuck…alone!” I shouted before walking out the door.
“Wait, Mars!” Erik yelled after me.
“Nah. Don't! Stay here with your brother and sister-in-law while I go pick up our son.”
I could hear Erik's footsteps halt. I continued walking to my car. I knew he wouldn't follow me because his pride wouldn't let him.
Getting into the car, I settled in my seat. As I looked up, I could see Erik walking back inside the house. His posture still indicated that the anger and frustration he carried had not yet subsided.
I reversed out of the driveway and onto the street. Heading home as soon as I picked up EJ was the only thing on my mind. I was tired of the back and forth with Erik, but I was NOT about to let this man run me crazy. If he could do what he wanted, why couldn't I?
10 minutes later
buzz buzz buzz
My phone went off from inside my purse. I carefully glanced over to reach for it. I looked at the screen to see Erik's contact photo. It was a picture of him and our son.
Answering the phone, I sighed. “Yes, Erik?” I asked.
“Don't go get EJ. He's fine where he's at. I called my mom, and she's going to keep him until tomorrow. As for you, I don't give a fuck what you do,” he said quickly before hanging up.
His ass was so obviously bothered by what happened at his brother's house. He knew better than to let me get a word in.
I quickly called my best friend, Gia. She answered on the second ring.
“Hello? Girl, where the hell are you?” she asked.
“Leaving Thomas and Gabby's. Erik showed up,” I snickered.
“Yeah, that shit’s already hit the group chat. Gabby filled us in.”
“Messy heifer.”
“You and Erik are two of a kind. I'm surprised that man didn't choke the shit out of you for saying that.”
“Guilt was eating his toxic ass up. That's why. He's spent so much time trying to keep me single while he gets to run the streets. I think the fuck not.”
“Will y'all two just get divorced already?!”
“I tried to expedite it, but he keeps contesting the alimony and custody agreements. It's pissing me off,” I huffed.
“Girl, you know damn well what that man wants. Don't play dumb.”
“I do know. I'm just not dealing with it. He can't have me playing the silly clueless housewife while he's out here fucking any and everything moving,” I scoffed.
Gripping the steering wheel, I was losing the already shaky hold on my composure. My guise was slipping rapidly as I thought of today's events. I knew eventually this would all be over but what happens then?
I had centered every aspect of my life around creating a bright future and loving home with Erik. I transferred universities to be closer to him during his earlier years in the Naval Academy, leaving everything behind. When it came time for me to reenroll, I chose to do most of my courses online so he could have some form of stability to come home to. That meant constantly preparing homecooked meals, maintaining a spotless home, adjusting to life as a military spouse, and refining my self-identity to give him everything he asked for— a perfect house and wife.
The average person would assume that would be enough for him. WRONG!!! Erik’s idea of perfect is having absolute control, submission, and authority. There wasn't a detail of my life that was not his doing. It’s crazy to think that, for the last 10 years, I allowed him to do this. I didn't question him because I always assumed Erik knew not only what was best for us but for me, too.
Can I acknowledge that led me to live a life of privilege and luxury? Yes, but there wasn't a fucking thing soft about it.
“Mars! Mars, can you hear me? You still there?” Gia yelled.
“Y-yeah! I’m still here. Got lost in my head a bit,” I stammered.
“You okay?” Gia questioned.
“Of course… I’m fine,” I lulled, hoping to stop her probing.
Gia’s questioning slowly died down along with the conversation. She was the only person who knew everything about our relationship and marriage. The call ended just as quickly as it began.
The rest of my drive home was silent as I pondered over my marriage— or at least what was left of it.
The Next Day
“Shit!” I yelled, kicking the shredded tire. “This is why I hate the interstate and big trucks!”.
I had run over a large piece of metal that wasn't properly strapped down to the bed of an obnoxiously large pickup truck. It slipped off the bed and hit the asphalt right in front of me. With an almost deadly combination of speed and congested lanes, there was no possible way for me to maneuver around the object. I was in the center lane and trapped between two other vehicles. Not to mention, the asshole behind me left me no room to brake hard enough to lessen the impact.
As furious as I was, I only had one thing on my mind— picking up EJ. I was in dire need of slobbery kisses and spit-filled babbles.
“Mama’s coming baby,” I said, leaning back into my truck to pick up my phone.
I immediately dialed the one person I felt I could count on, Erik. It seemed like time stretched on as I waited for him to answer. When he didn’t, I’ll admit that my heart skipped a beat. I had always been able to count on him in these types of situations.
“Fuck! Really! Being petty at a time like this,” I screamed.
I sat back in the truck, rummaging through my thoughts. Panic was creeping in and starting to squeeze the air out of my lungs.
“Bitch, get it together!” I uttered to myself.
ring
ring
ring
I answered the phone without looking at the screen.
“Hello,” I said, waiting for his smart remark.
“Uh… Wassup?” asked a voice I didn't expect to hear again.
“Devon…. Oh, hi. How are you?” I asked for my own sanity.
“I’m… uh… good, I guess. What about you?” he asked quietly.
“I was doing good until I had a blowout on the interstate while I was going to pick up EJ,” I sulked.
“Yeah, damn… That sucks. You gonna call somebody?” he mumbled nervously.
Without another word, I could sense the bitch in him. I know he was still feeling some type of way over Erik’s antics but damn… I didn't even ask him for help, and he immediately shut it down. What the fuck was this?
“Ummm… Yeah, I’ll figure it out. I always do… I just—,” I slurred, racking my brain as to who I could call. A tow truck might take hours in our city, especially with this traffic.
“Well, aight,” he said, pausing. He let out a deep breath and began speaking again, “Look, Marsha. I don't wanna be in the middle of you and your husband’s shit.”
“Ok. That’s understandable. I’ll be fine,” I said, attempting to end the call.
“Just call me back when you get home,” he practically whispered.
“To be honest, Devon, I probably won’t. You’re clearly scared of Erik, and I don't want you to feel that way.”
“I’m… I'm not scared of him. Y’all just got some shit going on that I don't wanna be in the middle of,” he stuttered, proving my point.
“Exactly. So, me not calling you is my way of removing you from the equation,” I snapped.
“Man, whatever! Fuck that. I’m not ab—,” he said before I hung up.
I was not about to be arguing with anyone right now. I had bigger fish to fry.
ding
Erik: What?
Me: Sorry to bother you, but I need help. I have a flat.
Erik: What that gotta do with me?
Me: Can you help me? I was going to get EJ.
Erik: 😂😂😂
I stared down at the phone in silence.
Me: Are you serious? Please….
Erik: Ask that other nigga
Erik: I’ll go pick up my son. You figure your shit out.
There was no way that he thought it was okay to be petty right now. I reread the messages over and over again, and each time my heart splintered into even more pieces. This was evidence of who we had become. Fighters who were no longer lovers. I stared off into space— heartbroken and hurt. I swear every conversation I had with him felt like him twisting a knife deeper into the pit of my chest.
How dare he? How dare I? If he wanted to be petty, so would I. It was too late for either of us to take the high road, so be it.
Me: Remember this conversation when I'm rewarding his kindness with this good pussy.😘🤭
And blocked!!! Like I said, I’m not arguing with no-fuckin’-body today.
Now, back to the matter at hand… What the fuck was I going to do? Who the fuck was I going to call?
I opened my contacts and began scrolling. That’s when I saw the name of a person that I hadn’t called in a while— my guardian angel. So, even though time has passed, it never hurts to reconnect. Right?
I swiped right on the contact to initiate the call. I honestly couldn't give a fuck anymore. Who cares if I was calling the only man Erik hated and envied in the whole world? The only reason we cut contact was because of Erik, and he isn't in the picture anymore. He said to get help from that nigga, but he didn't say which one.
I didn't hold my breath because I kind of wasn't expecting him to answer. So, when I heard that deep velvet voice on the other end, I wanted to scream.
“Hello, Mars,” he rasped in between grunts.
“Hey,” I spoke.
“Uhhh… I ain't heard from you in a while. You runnin’ from me, love?” he questioned.
“Never, and I'm sorry about that. I was trying to keep things as peaceful as possible on my end,” I mumbled.
“Understandable. You sound… uhh… off. You good?” he asked.
“No, and I hate to be calling you for this. I had a flat on the interstate, and I knew a tow truck would deny the call or wouldn't come until after rush hour. So—,” I began to speak.
“You need me?” he asked hurriedly.
I paused, becoming overwhelmed by guilt for bothering him with this.
“Honestly, yes. I tried to ask him, but—,” I sulked.
“Hey. Hey. I’m not worried about him. You’re my only concern. Just tell me where you are?”
“I just made it past the Jefferson Avenue exit, heading towards Market Street.”
“Alright, good. I’m closer than I thought. I’m at the gym just off Market in downtown. Do me a favor, okay? Stay in the car, lock your doors, turn on your hazards, and stay warm. That’s all I need you to do,” he instructed.
I instantly felt my shoulders lighten. “Thank you. I am soooo sorry for this,” I apologized.
“Don’t ever apologize for needing my help. That’s what I'm here for. So, give me like thirty minutes to get there because of traffic. Other than that, see you soon, baby girl,” he cooed.
“Thank you again. Y’know, you’ve always been my guardian angel. I mean you've been saving me since we were kids. I don't think I’ve ever admitted that,” I confessed.
“For you, I’d slay dragons with my bare hands,” he joked.
“I know,” I mumbled under my breath.
“Hey, don't do that. Look, I’m walking out now. I promise I’ll get to you as fast as I can because there's a conversation I want to have in person,” he asserted.
