Disrespectfully, Relic

by Antoinette Sherell

When he turned around, Jahleel was dousing his waffles in syrup while staring at him with a rebuking lour he’d grown used to. “What’d I do now, Jah?” “Stop cursing all the time. You need Jesus. Want to come with me, Jas, and our granny to church?” “The answer was, no, the other thousand times you asked, and it’s still that. I’m going to the office. Don’t fu—mess up my house or make too much noise.”

“In another life, where we aren’t so equally scarred, I think you would’ve chosen the date and been my bitch instead of my partner.”

“There’s no life where I would’ve chosen dick over money.” “And there’s no life where I would’ve respected you, if you had. I’ll have my lawyer write up that contract soon.”

“Like a game of chess. Every piece in its place for the king’s purpose. I feel you.”

“Shabu told me not to let another person tell me shit about him. He said to take it as a grain of salt if it isn’t from his mouth or if I didn’t experience it from him. I didn’t understand it when he told me, but I sure as hell do now. Keep that in mind when you’re dealing with Relic.”

“Believe what you’ve heard, Kennedy. Eighty percent of that shit is true, and the other twenty percent is worse than what they’ve told you.”

“You’re my bitch, Kennedy, and this is my pussy now.” “Nigga, you’re my bitch. I fucked the shit out of you.”

“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?”

“You’re not the monster everyone paints you as, Relic.” “Oh, but I am, baby. I just make that shit look good.”

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

“This is what you’re good at, Kennedy. If I don’t fucking talk, you don’t force it. If I do, you listen and don’t try to play therapist afterward. You never question me in instances that most women would, even if that shit is on your mind. You don’t run your mouth about where you stand with me either. 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.”

“Logan. She used to tell me the sneaky shit Jessica was doing and then I put her on Tolliver when that opportunity presented itself. Felesia is a CO that takes care of my team whenever they get jammed up. Milan is my realtor. She’s found every home and building I have to date, and Amil is a young bitch that works at the marina. She keeps an eye out for anyone getting near my shit. Taylor gives me dibs on who to approach for business ventures at my country club.” Kennedy scrunched up her face at Relic passing out dick and designer bags like free samples at a supermarket. “Five bitches, and you’re actively fucking them all?” “No follow up questions. You made that rule. Have you ever had to set someone up, Larenn?”

She didn’t ask for permission before straddling his lap, gripping his dick, and gliding down his length in one swift motion. Relic bit her neck and grumbled, “This shit is... fuck! Bitch, I swear, I hate yo ass.”