Fiending for His Love (12 page)

~Chapter 11~

Charisma and Michelle had been hanging around one another an awful lot. Both of the girls had their own reasons. Michelle felt like the more she hung around Charisma the more she could keep an eye out on her boo, who happened to be sleeping with two best friends and thought that Charisma had no clue.

They pulled up to the local hair store where Michelle went monthly to purchase overpriced wigs and weaves. She had so many wigs, lace fronts, and weaves that every other day she was changing up her look. Michelle slammed the door to her Mustang and switched her voluptuous ass over to the front door of the store with Charisma in tow. Charisma rolled her eyes. Michelle’s bipolar, mad-one-minute-and-happy-the-next minute, nasty attitude ass was getting on her last nerves. She crossed her arms across her chest as she followed behind Michelle. Michelle opened the glass door for herself and let it loose. Charisma damn near got smacked in the face with the heavy glass door. Michelle never turned back around as she kept on moving.

“Damn, bitch! You damn near took my face off with that door,” Charisma huffed.

“Girl, what I look like? Your man? I ain’t about to be holding no doors for your prissy ass,” Michelle huffed back.

Charisma bit her tongue. She had some things on her chest that she wanted to get off but decided against it for now.

Michelle walked up to the counter, turning her nose up from not seeing her usual sales girl that always gave her the hook up. She was not about to pay full price for some hair when she’d been getting it for next to nothing all of this time. “Hey, Kim!” Michelle smiled, calling the Korean lady by a name that sure as hell wasn’t hers. Michelle did that with all foreigners. She called Arabs Ben Laden, Korean women Kim, and she even went as far as calling African men Kunta Kinte.

The Korean lady gave Michelle a friendly smile.

“Is Lady here today?” Michelle questioned.

“No work today,” the friendly lady replied.

“Huh no work? What you mean?” Michelle questioned as if she mistakenly heard the lady wrong.

“She means what she said. Lady ain’t here today.” Charisma laughed.

Michelle stormed off, searching the aisles for the items that she needed while she waited for Lady to magically appear. Annoyed, Michelle whipped out her iPhone and dialed Lady’s number. “Girl, where you at? I’m at the store,” she told the woman.

“Oh shit. Michelle, I totally forgot that you were coming today. I took the day off to spend time with my boo before he turned himself in,” Lady replied while propped up in the doggy style position as her man dug in her ass from the back. He was receiving the best go away present one could receive. He was going to prison all right. In fact the double life he was living was starting to take a toll on him. Spending the next six months with his wife and three kids was like jail.

“Bitch, please get that dick out your mouth and be on your way here now,” Michelle hissed.

“Huh? Oooh. No, girl. Not today. I’ll holla.” Lady rudely hung up in her ear.

Oh no this bitch didn’t. I know this bitch didn’t just have me drive all the way to Upper Darby to stand me up. That’s that hoe’s ass! I’ma dig all up in her shit when I see her,
Michelle thought as she blankly stared at her phone’s screen.

Charisma was at the counter looking at some Indian Virgin hair. She had to get the 28 inches. She could already picture how it was going to look lovely on her head and freely flow down her back. She already had long hair, but even longer was much better to her.

Michelle stormed up to the counter and immediately got jealous of the hair that Charisma was looking at. “I was going to get that hair too.” Michelle sucked her teeth.

“Then do you,” Charisma replied.

Michelle, being the cheap person she was only when the expenses came out of her hard earned money, started trying to get deals on the hair like she was at an auction or something.

Kim knew money when she saw it. She went into the glass display and pulled out some of her best virgin weaves and lace fronts.

Michelle’s eyes got big like she was in a candy shop. “Oooh. I likey Kim, you got good taste.” Michelle smiled. Michelle grabbed the hair, holding it to her head. The color was a perfect match. The hair was meant just for her. She couldn’t resist it. “How much?” she questioned.

“$500 a bundle. You buy three bundles I give it to you for discount for $450 a bundle.” Kim kindly smiled.

Being so money hungry, Michelle did the math in a New York second. “Oh hell no! That’s over $1300 for some hair. I’m a fucking stripper, not a damn trophy wife. How about I give you $500 for all three bundles?” Michelle began to negotiate.

“How much is the total for my hair?” Charisma interjected.

“For you, $1200. It’s Virgin, never been processed,” Kim, told Charisma.

Charisma began smiling from ear to ear. She usually would pay a little more for hair on Trent’s behalf. She went into her Armani bag and began digging out the $1200. Michelle folded her arms across her chest, seconds away from having a hissy fit or an evil outburst. She couldn’t stand that she was giving up all her goods to the same man that Charisma was and the other chick was being taken care of like a queen while she on the other hand received hard dick and canceled sex dates.
If this bitch keep on flaunting my nigga shit, then I’ma expose her to some real shit. Once she finds out that her man isn’t so faithful that frail bitch’ll probably end up committing suicide,
Michelle thought and rolled her eyes.

Charisma glanced over at Michelle giving her the side eye. It was obvious that Michelle had become sick with jealously. “You okay boo?” Charisma asked as she purposely smeared what she had in Michelle’s face. “You suddenly look sick.”

“You know what Kim? All this fucking money I been spending here you going to give me my damn hair on a discount. Don’t be sitting up in my face treating me like my fucking money isn’t good. Bitch, do you know how hard I work for a damn dollar?” Michelle began spitting so much venom that one’s ears could have started bleeding at any second.

Kim began bagging up Charisma’s hair. She opened the cash register to receive Charisma’s money. It was more than a fair exchange. Michelle stared at the wad of hundreds that Kim had underneath the cash register drawer. It was like a light bulb of evilness flashed in her head as she thought about all the evil things she wanted to do to the aggravating Korean lady who was making her ass itch. Michelle’s eyes flashed from the all the money in the cash register to all the beautiful weaves that rested on the counter. Her mind was made up in seconds. She didn’t even have to think twice, if she thought at all.

“Give me all of that money!” Michelle yelled holding the pink custom-made .9-millimeter to the Korean lady’s head.

The lady completely dumped the cash register full of money into Michelle’s awaiting oversized Bebe bag.

Michelle’s long acrylic cat nails dug into the register to double check. When she reached into the back compartment of the cash register, her hand came out filled with a band of hundred dollar bills. She glanced over a Kim giving her the side eye. “Tis tis! You little sneaky heifer!”

Michelle had had her days of paper chasing back at home. Once she’d hooked up with a dope boy from whom she adopted bad girl behaviors. She now had no problem setting dudes up and taking what she wanted.

“No, girl! What the hell you think you doing? We can go to jail for this! I’m not taking any part of this.” Charisma threw her hands up at the madness. She made an effort to try to be a Good Samaritan and help Kim out but the look in Michelle’s eyes stated that she had better back the hell up.

Charisma began to beat herself up. She couldn’t believe that Michelle was about to get her caught up in some shit. To make matters worse, she didn’t even know a robbery was about to go down. Now she could be charged with conspiracy if they were caught. “Bitch, are you fucking crazy?” Charisma banged her hand on the dashboard once they were back inside of the Mustang.

Michelle glanced at her.
No, bitch is you crazy? Banging my fucking car like that,
she thought. She was ready to let some foul things roll off of her tongue but decided against it. Charisma was all she had and she didn’t want to send her only friend on her way just yet.

“What are you talking about? That lady pushed me!” Michelle innocently spoke.

“Pushed you? Michelle, are you fucking crazy? Are you missing marbles? It’s obvious that you are. That lady didn’t push you,” Charisma replied.

Charisma rested in the passenger seat. During the hour ride back to Philly she stared out of the passenger window. Lost in her own thoughts, she barely said two words to Michelle. Looking at Michelle was out the question. She didn’t even want to see her face. It hurt her to be in the girl’s presence. She remembered her friend used to be such a sweet girl. Now she’d gotten a shit load of surgery done, Michelle had completely done a 180 and became someone who Charisma didn’t really want to deal with.

Michelle pulled up to the house that Charisma and Trent shared. Quickly, Charisma began grabbing her belongings. “Are you going to give me that $1200 back since you practically involved me in a robbery?”

Michelle turned her neck and damn near choked off of Charisma’s words. She couldn’t believe that Charisma had practically ignored her the entire ride home, complained about what she had done, and treated her like a foul person but now Ms. Prissy had the audacity to ask her for some money back. “Excuse me Miss Thing, sitting over there in that passenger seat you must have snuck and sipped on some damn stupid juice!” Michelle hissed.

“You know what? You always have been selfish. I’m out of here. Peace!” Charisma threw her two fingers up in the air. She didn’t give Michelle a chance to say anything. She switched her ass into the house and never turned back around.

I don’t have the time to be babysitting that nut case or supervising her in robberies. I’m good without her,
Charisma thought.

~Chapter 12~

Michelle was on a roll. Messing with her best friend’s man and taking what she wanted. She lived for the thrill of being a bad girl. Her mind wondered off to Trent; his swag, his attitude, his sexy lips, his chiseled body, and everything about him roamed her mind. He was the shit and then some. She couldn’t think of another dude that was comparable to him. He had the total package and his money being long was the icing on the cake.

“Oooh. Yeah baby, right there,” Michelle moaned. For a second she had forgotten that she had a dick shoved inside of her. She had forgotten that she’d allowed Trig over to her house the night before.  All it took was him shoving his dick deep inside her womb and she was back on point, faking it until he got his nut and got off of her. “Harder!” Michelle moaned, rolling her eyes.

Trig had entirely turned her off. His dry humping was putting a working on her pussy. Her insides screamed with pain and her clitoris was pulsating from all of the dry pressure.

“Ohhh yeah!” Trig sped up and began to hump even faster.

Michelle grabbed the side of his waist and dug him deeper into her. “Right there baby!” she moaned. Reaching her hands under the pillow, Michelle felt the coldness of the steel that rested peacefully underneath. A part of her wanted to whip that bad boy out and blow Trig's miserable brains out. Too bad she needed him to stick around for a little longer.

Seconds later Trig was lying on top of her huffing and puffing like he’d actually done something. Michelle roughly rolled Trig off of her and got up to rush to the bathroom. She quickly took a shower and when she stepped back out wrapped in her Baby Phat robe, Trig was lying under her sheets snoring like a dog.

Michelle glanced at the diamond studded Rolex on her right wrist. “Oh hell no! This nigga gots to go. He won’t be parlaying up in here!” Michelle huffed to herself. She stomped over to Trig and with each step she took her bare, voluptuous ass giggled. “Ahmmm.” Michelle cleared her throat.

That didn’t seem to faze Trig one bit. He was out of it.

“Nigga, get ya’ ass up! I invited you over to fuck not fucking lay up in this joint.” Michelle violently shook Trig.

Trig jumped up and grabbed his .9mm that was planted under the pillow and aimed it.

“What the fuck!” Michelle yelled, jumping back with both of her hands above her head.

Trig had a frighten look on his face. All the dirt he had done in his days was beginning to take a toll on him. When he slept he always did so with one eye open. Lately running the streets and constantly sexing chicks, or in his words banging bitches’ backs out, he was dry and tired.

It so happened that he was at Michelle’s spot when sleep forced itself upon him.

Trig’s eyes scanned the room. When he realized he was tripping, he placed the gun down on the nightstand. “My bad. I had a nightmare and thought some nigga was trying to test me,” Trig admitted.

Michelle placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight from one leg to another. “Fuck that crazy shit. You could have just shot me and knock me straight off this earth. Nigga, pay me and leave,” Michelle bluntly spoke.

It was obvious that she didn’t sex for free. Even Trent’s ass was breaking her off.  It wasn’t much, but it was something. She treated men just like what they were in her eyes: Trick ass, dog ass niggas. You fuck them, get paid, and duck them before they smash and dash on ya’ ass. Niggas wasn’t shit but some good money and good dick.

Michelle held her hand out as she impatiently as she waited for her money. She tapped her feet and dug underneath her nails with a toothpick, not paying Trig any attention yet all the while wishing he would hurry up and break her off.

Trig didn’t like the way Michelle was treating him like some old trick ass dude. Her days of using him were about to be over. “You want some money, huh?” Trig asked with a smirk on his face. He was seconds away from hitting up Trent’s cousin and putting Michelle to work!

“For my services,” Michelle replied, turning her nose up.

“I didn’t know we got down like that. Since when did we start paying for services? In that case bitch, you better break me off for my fucking services. Fucking that dry ass pussy was more than a nigga bargained for. Bitch, I still can taste the damn silicone on those fucking fake ass breasts.” Trig began getting dress in a rush. In no time he was out of Michelle’s hairs.

Trig got outside the front door of Michelle’s condo and she could still be heard yelling insults at him. He reached into his polo jeans pockets and pulled out the chump change that he had just stolen from her. While she was in the shower he had ransacked her purse and took every red cent that was in there. Him pulling his gun out was just a part of the little stunt that he just pulled. “Broke ass hoe,” Trig said to himself before hopping into his BMW coupe.

Michelle laid in bed stuffing her face with a bag of Middleswrath chips and some chocolate chip ice cream. She was miserable. The last time she heard from Trent was over a week ago and she hadn’t talked to her best and only friend Charisma in over a month. Her cash flow had been put to a stop due to Nick’s crazy ass.