“See, doesn’t know what’s good for him. I haven’t seen this bitch, but from what I hear, she’s hot enough to fuck twice on Sundays,” Zeek insults.
I grab the knife and stand from the table. Rage and anger filling my veins, all I see is red. All I want is to make his fucking skin bleed. Nobody talks about Cherry like that. Zeek doesn’t move from his seat, just continues to butter his bread as I stand over him with a serrated knife.
“Lip, sit your fucking ass down now!” My mother stabs the table with a cutting knife, grabbing mine and Zeek’s attention. My mother is a badass bitch, regardless of her attempt to play housekeeper. I have seen her stab a woman for disrespecting her before, shoot at a man trying to get into our house, and she knows the perfect combo to get blood out of the carpet. I woke up in the middle of the night as a child finding her scrubbing the living room carpet enough times to know. She is one female you don’t want to fuck with. I close my eyes and breathe deeply.
“Zeek, you best shut your fucking mouth. Lip, sit your ass down and ease up.” My mother tugs the knife out of the dining table and points it at the food. “Eat, damn it!”
CHERRY
I hear the loud pipes thunder as Lip pulls into the drive, so I turn the shower off and step out to dry off. I pull on my red bra and matching panties before putting on my white shirt and blue jeans.
When I open the door, he’s pulling his shirt over his head. His chiseled chest takes my breath away. I’d do anything to run my claws down that in a fit of ecstasy.
“You’re back,” I state. Lip turns his head slightly before slipping onto the comforter. He said he wouldn’t be back yesterday, and he kept his word. “Where were you?” I interrogate.
“Out,” he replies. I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe.
“Seriously?” I cock my head to the side, anger building in my chest. It hurts that he doesn’t talk to me anymore. I’m furious that I’ve become that girlfriend who has to question her man every time she sees him because she knows he’s hiding something from her. I’m not sure I can do this shit anymore.
He pulls his head off the pillow and pins me with a glare.
“I said I was fucking out. Now let it be,” he snaps. I jump with his outburst. Who does he think he’s talking to? I lean down and grab one of my heels and throw it at his head, hitting it spot-on.
“What the fuck?!” He shoots up off the bed, his body puffed out with rage. I don’t back down; he doesn’t scare me. If anything, it turns me on. My mind drifts with sexual need, but the glare in his eyes reminds me to stand my ground.
“Where the fuck were you?” I question again. He steps up to me and fists my hair roughly. My heart skips a beat; this is not Lip. This is a man I’ve never seen before. The muscles in his arm flex and dance as he pulls my head back, our eyes locking. My thirst for sex wins, and I mewl in response. I can’t help my arousal from the dominant anger radiating off him. This side of Lip has never shown before, it’s unfamiliar and a turn on I didn’t expect. His eyes widen when he notices my excitement from his roughness.
“I was at my mom’s most of yesterday, and then I stayed at the club last night ‘cause I didn’t get back till really late. Now chill the fuck out,” he mutters. He leans down and smashes his lips to mine, his cold lip ring against my warm lips causing a shiver to race up my limbs. I sway into him, wanting him to grab me and throw me over the bed. It’s been weeks since he’s had sex with me, but it was so distant, I might as well have been fucking my vibrator. I’m so worked up with sexual tension I can barely think straight. He pulls back and my body sags with sorrow.
“Where are you off to this morning?” he questions, crawling back into bed. I bite my bottom lip.
“Um, I’m thinking about trying some yoga. Going to go check that out,” I lie. I’m going to see Piper. I hate lying to him, but I have no choice. He can’t know about Piper, not yet.
“Fuck that,” he grumbles into the comforter.
I grab some flip-flops and high-tail it out of there before he questions me any further.
***
Sitting outside of the trailer park waiting for Piper, I see a couple walking out of a trailer holding hands. The tall blonde releases her partner’s hand and he grabs it again, pulling her into a big kiss. I watch them, watch the love and life surrounding them without a care in the world. That was Lip and me years ago.
A knock sounds on my car window making me jump. Piper. I smile and climb out of the car. I look over to where the couple was and notice them gone.
“Can you help me with my hair?” I slowly trail my eyes from the trailer to Piper and notice her hair is a tangled mess. I try and slide my fingers through her red locks, but they get caught instantly. Her hair is dry and rough.
“What happened?” I question, trying to untangle the mess.
“My dad forgot to pick up shampoo, so he told me to use the dish soap,” she replies softly.
My eyes widen. What the actual fuck?