I Get What the Fuck I Want…

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I huffed and stepped aside. He walked through the door as I slowly shook my head. “We aren’t alone here either. My cousin is staying here with me for the week.”

“Where’s he from?”

“New York.”

“That’s cool. You know I miss you. I apologize for losing my cool with your brother. I just be wanting you to myself.”

I glanced at him. “Seven, you just want what’s in my panties.”

He frowned. “I mean . . . I want that shit too. You see how long I been after you without having it? I ain’t even slept with nobody since I met you. That’s a long fucking time. A nigga need to start making videos and uploading them on XNXX or pornhub or some shit like that.”

I frowned. “What kind of videos if you ain’t had sex?”

“Of me jacking off. Shit, I got all kinds of toys to keep the shit interesting.”

I rolled my eyes as he grabbed my hand. “What do you want me to say, Seven?”

“That you’ll give me another chance. I mean . . . have I ever mistreated you? I know I just say whatever comes to mind, but have I ever said something that wasn’t real to you?”

I looked away as I thought about what he was asking me. When he told me to pop my titty out my brother’s mouth, I could’ve knocked the fuck out of him. I did baby my brother. I always had. When we found out he was on the spectrum, it only got worse. He got away with murder. We tried to teach him to be self-sufficient, but he was so used to us doing things for him, it made it hard. He did get a job though. He paid his cell phone bill, his car note, and half the bills, but the fact remained that he lived here with me instead of on his own. So, when Seven said what he said, I became extremely defensive. My lil brother was my baby, and if I chose to baby him, that was my business.

“No. But you don’t know how to say shit. There’s a way to say things, so they don’t sound so offensive.”

“Well, why you got so defensive about your brother if what I said was real?”

“Because it’s hard for me to let go. He’s autistic and just don’t quite understand some things.”

“I think he does. He knows that you will do it for him, so he will never do it for himself. That ain’t autistic behavior. That’s human behavior. Now, if he doesn’t eat certain things or only eats a few things, then that could possibly be autistic behavior. I can understand you being sensitive about him though. My cousin married a woman with down syndrome. You met Angel. Her parents were extremely protective of her, but it was only hindering her. She’s so happy now.”

“Seven, if you talked like you had sense all the time, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation. It seems you only talk this way when you’re trying to convince me to do something. It feels like you’re being manipulative.”

He frowned. “Why would I need to be manipulative? I be fighting women off with a stick, girl. I ain’t gotta manipulate shit. I care about you. I wanna be with you. That’s it. I wouldn’t be wasting this much time if that was all it was. Tell me I ain’t wasting my time.”

“I can’t say that with all certainty.”

He rolled his eyes. “A’ight, man. Well, I guess we just gon’ be playing fucking cat and mouse then. I was trying to be nice and understanding. You mine. You know that shit. When you done playing and being difficult, then we can move on as a couple. Until then, I’m just gon’ be a thorn in your fucking flesh. I get what the fuck I want, Iesha. I want you, girl.”

“Please leave. I knew this conversation wouldn’t get us anywhere.”

“Because you talking in fucking circles. I can see in your eyes that you want me. If you let me knock the dust off that pussy, you’ll calm down. That’s your fucking problem. You need some dick in your life.”