“Why do you care about my kid and not me?”
Right there. Fuckin’ Hustler. Well, what was one more thing to make up for with this woman?
“Well, you shouldn’t care since she’s not yours. She’s… mine.”
“Karma, stop lying. She’s my daughter.”
“Wait. Is that music I hear? You took the time to call me when you’re partying? How nice. Where’s your club girl for the night? Or do you have a regular? Or maybe you have an old lady you haven’t mentioned, and now that she knows about me, she’s reeled your ass in.”
“I don’t—”
“That’s why you stopped coming around, isn’t it?” She huffed and gulped something. “You know they say once a cheater, always a cheater.”
I hated when she talked a mile a minute and wouldn’t give me a chance to speak. When she was younger and didn’t hate me, she was so sweet and docile. She’d let me talk about my concerns and would help me figure them out.
What if too much time had passed?
What if I had permanently broken her?
What if I couldn’t love the woman she’d become?
My chest squeezed tightly. Never happening. Karma was my other half—my person.
“Karma—”
“No. I don’t want to hear it. Go be with your woman. I have my own partying to get to.”
“What are you talking about? And I don’t have a woman.”
“Bullshit. I know you haven’t become a monk. If I recall correctly, you were never satisfied.”
“That was only with you.” I never got bored with her. She was made for my cock to be buried deep inside her. But that wasn’t why I loved her. Karma had given me unconditional love and acceptance. I could show my sensitive side, and not once did she judge me.
She cackled. “If that were true, you wouldn’t have done what you did.”
“Listen—”
“No, you listen,” she shot back, sounding clearer than before. “I don’t care what you want or what you think you know. It’s always a power trip with you. Just go fuck yourself, Cobra.” She spat my road name. “Use that slithery tongue of yours and slurp up your chick’s pussy. I fucking hope she’s full of diseases.”
“Enough!” I barked. “I don’t have a woman.”
“Exactly, enough! I don’t care if you have a dozen bitches to suck your dick. I’ve got a dildo waiting for me since Hollywood rejected me.”
What the fuck did she say?
Dildo?
Hollywood?
I saw red. “Baby, you don’t need anything or anyone else but me. I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Help a girl out? I bet you would. No, thank you. I wouldn’t let you stick your diseased dick inside me if you were the last man alive. I’ve got enough sex toys and batteries to take care of my needs. God knows you sure as hell couldn’t.”
That was it.
“I’ll show you I can take care of you and my dick isn’t diseased. It hasn’t seen a pussy or a pair of plump lips since I saw you back in December. Despite what you think, I can be faithful if you’d give me a goddamn chance to prove it.” I exhaled, shocked she let me talk so much.
Buff entered the hallway, so I paused Karma’s ass chewing. We lifted our chins in acknowledgment as he passed.