Disrespectfully, Relic

by Antoinette Sherell

Tell your wife, had she picked me, her baby daddy would’ve been in the dirt before the blood test results got back. He’d have never made it to the NBA.”

This nigga😆

Every woman he’d bedded teetered on the line of loving or hating him depending on whether he assuaged them with petty cash and dick, or reprimanded them with physical or mental warfare.

After spending a week breaking down everything that he’d found out about her, he concluded she was the type to fight him tooth and nail, give the exact eye contact he’d spent years perfecting, and would either put him in a hospital bed or a jail cell if he laid a single finger on her.

Relic was the head of the snake—the weapon they kept locked away until they needed him to expose his venomous fangs.

His lazy eyes roamed the marred side of her face before he swore, “I love everything about them, and one day you’ll realize they’re the best thing that ever happened to you. Do you believe, I’ll hurt you?”

Why don’t you trust women?” “Because the one that was supposed to love me most did this.”

🥺

“Since you just fucked me and tried to kick me out like a hoe, I’m looking for my money. They usually leave it on the bed or the nightstand.”

😂

“Nigga, you’re my bitch. I fucked the shit out of you.”

BIG DOG KENNEDY!!

“Relic is that nigga without even trying. He’s complex, though. Guarded and always in his head, but once you get past that and his brashness, he’s cool. Funny even. I ain’t on him like those bitches in his stable, but I’m curious.” “Curiosity killed the cat, Kennedy.” Her gaze went to Savvy at the cautious reminder. “The way he killed my cat, I don’t give a goddamn about that,” she quipped, unashamed.

Relic got my girl sprung

“Does your future man know I turned that pussy every which way but loose? While he’s calling you mama, did you let that nigga know, I’m daddy, Kennedy?”

😂 Alright Relic

“Kennedy called me daddy while we were fucking, and I almost let her turn me into one.”

Got him!

“I know I gave off the impression of being insecure, but please believe me when I tell you, I know how bad of a bitch I am.

Let that nigga know Kennedy!

“When you can make time to fuck me the way I love being fucked, put me to bed like medication, and roll back in it to wake me up, then we can talk. I’m not a fan of quick, half-hearted ass sex, or niggas leaving just as fast as they nut.”

Lay them rules down Ken Dog 👏🏾

I’m not a nigga that needs saving or for a woman to fix me, Kennedy. I need an equal and a partner. You’re both to me, and those positions will never be useless.”

Kennedy hauled ass out of the room because Relic’s gift of gab was too fucking good when she knew he was full of shit. He spoke on her worst qualities as if they were her best and pretended she was molded by her brother specifically for him. Relic made it like she was his and indispensable.

I’ll shoot you the address, so we can talk in person about how you got me fucked up. Only bring the pussy between your legs with you, too. If you bring the other one, I might use it for target practice.”

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“No. I rather fuck a nigga who fucks me like a hoe but handles me like a delicate flower otherwise. Not one who plays with my damn head

“I’m not just a boss bitch, Relic. I’m the boss bitch.”

“I’m not pressed about that bullshit you’re talking when I wrote my name all in it. Matter of fact, I can hear her calling me now. Daddy, daddy...” he mocked, stooping down to put his ear near her pussy as she cracked the hell up. “Where he gon’ fit at? I know I stretched that lil’ muthafucka out.”

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