You Needed Me A Love Story by Shvonne Latrice Page A

lip was tucked into his mouth, and by the way his eyes were glazed over, I could tell he had all kinds of lustful thoughts floating around in his dome.
    “Someone like you?”
    “Yeah someone like me, girl, why the fuck you think I got you up in my crib? I like your ass, and despite what you have heard, I’m really not that bad,” he palmed his chest.
    “Oh, you’re not?”
    “Nah, I’m not.”
    As if it were a coincidence, his cellphone rang and the name Dania flashed across the screen. Jealousy overcame me, even though I didn’t know him at all and had no right to be jealous.
    “Can you take me home please, I forgot I promised my grandmother I would help her cook tonight’s dinner.” I rose to my feet.
    “Matikah, that’s just a friend th—”
    “No, I promise it’s not that, I really need to help my grandmother. Could you just give me a ride home? Thank you.” I started towards his door, but not before hearing him sigh.
    I wasn’t about to fuck with Lendsey’s ass at all.
     

Chapter Four: Lendsey Quinton
    The whole ride to Matikah’s grandmother’s house, she didn’t say shit to me. I knew she was mad about seeing Dania’s name, and to me that was perplexing. I mean, I just met her ass and she really had no right to be mad about shit. I’d just explained to her ass that I was no saint, so she shouldn’t have expected me to have zero bitches hittin’ my damn phone.
    “So are we ever gonna chill again? Or did big daddy scare you off?” I asked as I pulled up to her grandma’s house that she’d directed me to.
    “Nigga please, I told you I had to help my grandma so calm down.”
    “What kind of fool do you take me for, ma? You saw a bitch calling my line and got pissed. The shit is all in your pretty ass face.”
    She looked away from me, and then back into my eyes. I knew I was right. I knew women like the back of my hand. They stayed getting mad about shit that they shouldn’t have been getting mad about, and then they wanted you to fix it even though you didn’t even know why they were mad. Besides the fact that I loved to get my dick wet, that was a reason why I stayed on my bachelor shit.
    “We can be friends, Lendsey, but don’t be trying to flirt and shit because it won’t go there. I like guys who can be with one girl, and that’s not you, so don’t waste my time.”
    “Aye, don’t be acting like you know me, shorty. Go help your grandma before a nigga spring that good shit on you and make you fall in love.”
    “Right,” she giggled and then grabbed the lever to open the door.
    I watched her walk up the steps as the words she’d just spoken circled my mind. She was right about everything she said, but something in me wouldn’t let her go that easily. If only a nigga lived in Africa or some shit where I could have fifteen wives. Then again, I would never marry any of these hoes, except Matikah.
    I pulled off, and headed towards the hair salon that Dania was at. I knew she was calling me because she was ready, and it made me wish I’d never promised to pick her ass up. But being a man of my word, I had to do what I’d said.
    “Damn, Len! What the fuck took you so long!” she spat, throwing her Louis Vuitton bag into my back seat.
    As soon as she got in, the smell of hairspray and shit hit me in the face. I swear I loved the way she looked with her hair like that, but I hated that burnt chip smell it came with on the first few days.
    “My bad, I was busy.”
    “Busy doing what, Lendsey? Because Rosie told me she saw you dipping through Mattapan with some bitch!”
    “Aye! Quit all that muthafuckin’ yelling in my fuckin’ car, Dania! Firstly, Rosie is a hoe that wants to suck my dick, and secondly, you ain’t my damn girl so I do what the fuck I want!” I barked as I sped down the street.
    Dania was like my super unofficial ass girlfriend. We spent time together, but she was not my girl in any way, shape or form, in my eyes that is. On her end, we were in love