Hold U Down (14 page)

“Look, I ain't call to argue wit' you.”

“I don't wanna argue wit' you either.”

“Good, so are we still getting together later?”

“Yeah, but it's gon' be late.”

“What you mean it's gon' be late? You said this afternoon, not tonight.”

“Look, I gotta take care of some business, ma.”

“You always gotta take care of some damn business. I'm sick of this shit!”

“Yo, chill wit' all that yellin' and carrying on. What the fuck I tell you earlier? I said I was coming through. Chill wit' all that noise, man. I don't feel like hearing that shit today.”

As she held the phone away from her ear, Zoë couldn't believe that he came to her like that. The fact that she hadn't snapped back with a remark had her even more concerned. Not knowing why she felt the way she did, Zoë wanted to cry. She and Legend hadn't even fucked yet and he had her biting her words. No other man in her twenty-four years on earth made her feel the way Legend did.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, I'm here.” She spoke softly into the phone.

“I'ma call you when I'm on my way.”

“Okay?”

“A'ight,” Legend assured.

“A'ight,” Zoë replied back, holding in the tears.

Hurt beyond words, she slammed her phone shut, hopped out of her car, and went into the gas station. On the way out, she got a few hollas from a couple of fellas in an Escalade, but all she could think of was Legend. She tried to keep it gangsta, but once Zoë's head started pounding, the tears she had been trying to hide began sliding down her face.

“Fuck that nigga.” She sighed while wiping her cheek.

As she pumped gas into her car, the only thing on Zoë's mind at that point was getting home and taking a long, hot bath. Holding the pump with one hand, she placed the other to her forehead to wipe off the sweat beads that had formed. Suddenly Zoë's two-way began to vibrate. She checked it and learned that she had a message from Legend. It read: I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE, LI'L LADY.

Fuck him
, she thought as she released the clamp on the pump only to spill gas on her freshly pedicured feet.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Zoë jumped up and down, pissed. Heated, she placed the pump back into the clip and hurried to the trunk of her car. In a mad rush to find a towel, she bent over into the trunk of her car.

“Damn, jeans, your ass is fat,” she heard a voice say from behind but ignored it.

“I know you hear me!” Legend shouted again.

Speak of the damn devil
, Zoë thought as she recognized the voice. Standing up straight, she turned around and placed one hand on her hip while giving him the evil eye.

“Why you lookin' at me like that?” he teased with his head hanging out the window of his old-school, candy-apple red Impala.

“Fuck you, Legend. I ain't got nothing to say to you.”

“Ay, watch your mouth. I done told you about that shit already. Instead of getting smart, you need to watch what you doing next time.” He laughed as he stepped out of the car and wrapped his muscular arms around her waist.

“Ain't nothing funny! I just got my feet done.”

“'Bout time you got them crusty-ass feet done.”

“Fuck you, and where the hell you coming from, anyway? I thought you was in the hood.”

“I was. I just left from my man's house over in Northwoods. I saw you as I was riding down Lucas and Hunt, so I stopped. You look good as hell, ma.” Legend rubbed her thighs and inhaled her scent.

Trying her best not acknowledge his sex appeal, Zoë pushed him away from her. “Get off of me. You hurt my feelings.”

Ignoring her, Legend eyed her frame. The white Juicy wife beater, white hot pants, and Michael Kors flip-flops made up her street chic outfit. Her short hair was styled to perfection as usual. Silver hoop earrings and a platinum chain with a heart pendant adorned her ears and neck. With a little hint of mascara and lip gloss, Zoë redefined beauty.

“How I hurt your feelings, li'l mama?”

“'Cause you always lying.”

“What I lie about now?”

“Don't play wit' me. You know damn well what you be doing. One minute it's, ‘We gon' do this,' and then the next it's, ‘I'm busy. Something came up.' I ain't seen yo' ass all week! What, you got another bitch or something?”

“Man, don't make me slap you. You know I got mad feelings for you.”

“Yeah, that's what your mouth say.”

“So, what's up? You still mad? ‘Cause if not, I'm trying to see you tonight.”

“I don't see why. You ain't been wanting to see me.” Zoë rolled her eyes.

“Yo, what I tell you?” Legend warned.

Happy to see him and not wanting him to leave, Zoë eased up some. “My bad. I had a fucked up day,” she apologized.
Did I really just say that?
she thought.
This nigga got me biting my tongue for real
.

“It's cool. Let me get that for you.” He took the towel from her hand, grabbed her leg, and wiped her foot. “You know you cute when you're mad, right?”

“Shut up.” She playfully pushed him in the chest.

“So, what's up? What you want to do today?”

“Ain't shit up. I told you, you hurt my feelings,” she snapped, pulling her leg away, hoping he would kiss her ass some more.

“You're really mad?” Legend grinned, shocked.

“You damn right I'm mad.”

“Why? 'Cause I ain't seen you all week?”

Staring him square in the eyes, she looked at him as if he were dumb.

“Didn't I just put over a grand in yo' pocket and send you to a five-star spa?”

“Yeah, but that shit don't mean nothing to me, Legend.”

“Look, shorty, I told you that I'm a very busy man. I thought that you of all people would understand that.”

“I do, but damn.”

“Look, I'm here now. That's all that matter, so calm yo' li'l ass down. Ain't nobody tryin' to play you.” Legend grabbed Zoë's arm and brought her over to his chest. Not wanting to but unable to control her feelings, she wrapped her arms around his waist. “That's better. I told you that I was gonna come through.”

“I know,” she replied, happy to be in his arms again.

“That's one thing that we gon' have to get straight right now. I am a man of my word. If I say I'm gon' do something, I'm gon' do it.”

“Whatever. I'm still mad at you because today is Saturday and I haven't seen you since last Saturday. Have you tried to come see me this week? Ah, no, muthafucka. And how many times have I talked to you? Twice. So you can save all that bullshit you talkin' for the next bitch,” Zoë spat as she jumped in her car.

Legend smiled to himself, liking her strong will. He jogged back to his car in order to follow her. He loved it when she played hard to get. Hurrying, he pressed the automatic starter button on his keychain and got into his car.

Surprisingly, the distance from the gas station to her house was a short one. He pulled up right next to her and got out to open her car door. Zoë tried her damnest to still be mad at him, but once they approached the door to her apartment, all the bullshit was put to the side.

“You still mad?” he asked, biting down on her neck while massaging her ass.

“Yep.”

“I don't know why.”

“'Cause, Legend, you could've called or something,” Zoë whined, not recognizing the sound of her own voice anymore.

“I know that I could've and I should've. I'm sorry. What more can I say?”

“Uh-uh, don't do that to me,” she moaned as he kissed her neck from behind.

“Do what to you? Make you feel good?” Legend's hands were roaming all over her body.

“Exactly.”

“Why not? I know you don't want me stop.” He licked her ear.

“Yes, I do. It's that time of the month.” She laughed, lying.

“Oh.” Legend stopped immediately.

“See. Back up off me.”

“Don't think I won't fuck you while you on yo' period.”

“Boy, please. I don't even get down like that.”

“So, if I wanted to fuck you, I couldn't,” he said all up in her face, backing her up into a corner.

Becoming flustered, she stuttered, “N–no.”

“That's what I thought.” Legend laughed.

“You want something to drink?” Zoë questioned, trying to play it off.

“Yeah. What you got?” he asked as he surveyed her apartment.

Zoë had a real Zen vibe going on in her place. Everything was white, tan, and gold. In every room there were fresh flower arrangements ranging from yellow roses to daisies and tulips. He followed her into the kitchen, where the entire room was decorated in stainless steel. Zoë even had a see-through refrigerator. She loved her kitchen because it was where she spent most of her spare time. Cooking was something that she loved to do.

“I have bottled water, Fuze, Dr. Pepper, and some Minute Maid fruit punch. Which one you want?”

“I'll have bottled water.”

As she handed him his drink, Zoë wondered what was next. She barely knew Legend but thought of him every day. Feelings were running through her that she hadn't felt since she was a teenager. Zoë couldn't help it—she had to know how he felt. She searched his oval-shaped eyes for some kind of emotion. She hoped and prayed that he liked her as much as she liked him, but Legend's facial features only showed lust.

“Why you lookin' at me like that?” he asked, snapping her back to reality.

“I wasn't looking at you,” she lied again.

“You need to stop lying so much. Your nose is gonna grow like Pinocchio.” He smiled, placed down his drink, and moved toward her. Hugging her, he picked her up and began to carry her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, perplexed.

“Where is your bedroom?”

“Down the hall and to the right. Why?”

Legend didn't say a word as he placed Zoë down and gently began to peel off her clothes. While undressing her, he made sure to kiss and caress her skin. Loving the feel of his mouth on hers, she moaned. Fully exposed, Zoë prayed that the moment wouldn't end.

Making his way up to her lips, Legend massaged her ass while saying, “I want you to go in the bathroom, take a hot bath, and put on your sexiest negligee. I gotta make a run right quick. I'll be back in less than an hour.”

Running his tongue all around her mouth, he made sure he had Zoë nice and hot.

“Less than an hour?”

“Less than an hour,” Legend assured.

“Don't be on no bullshit, Legend. I ain't playin'.” Zoë looked him dead in the eye.

“I promise.”

 

 

Four hours later, Zoë sat on her bed alone with the phone in her hand. Every minute that passed by she cursed herself for believing Legend. The nigga was full of shit and she knew it, but it was something in his foreplay that drew her back to him every time. What really tripped her out was the fact that they hadn't even fucked yet and he had her so sprung.

“I got to leave this nigga alone,” Zoë said out loud. Gazing across the room, she felt like an absolute idiot for preparing such a display for him. Right after he left, she hurried and took a bath, lotioned up, and put on a lavender Agent Provocateur negligee, just like he wanted. She placed ten tea candles strategically around her bedroom. The sounds of Kem danced around her ears as the light from the candles showcased her bronze-colored skin.

After another hour and a half, Zoë picked up the phone and called Legend's number for the umpteenth time, only for him not to answer. With one of her arms folded underneath her breasts, she slammed the phone back down and sighed. To make matters worse, Legend had the keys to her apartment. She gave them to him, thinking he would be right back, so she wouldn't have to get up and open the door.

Zoë started to wonder if he would even come back at all. All the what-ifs Legend had placed in her head were starting to drive Zoë crazy. She honestly didn't know how much more she could take.

A minute later, her fears were put to rest when she heard the sound of the front door opening. Instantly her entire body began to tremble with anticipation. She couldn't wait to see his face again. All of the anger she felt suddenly disappeared.

Hearing his footsteps nearing the door, she smoothed down any of the wrinkles that appeared in her nightgown. She wondered what her reaction should be as the doorknob turned. Deciding to go with angry, Zoë rolled her eyes at Legend as soon as he entered the room.

Amazed beyond words, Legend couldn't believe that she had gone through all the trouble of lighting candles and setting a mood for him. He hadn't expected her to go all out. Legend figured by the time he got back, Zoë would be asleep. He looked at her and wondered if he should apologize or leave.

Making the decision for him, Zoë said, “Leave my keys on the dresser and get out.”

Ignoring her request, Legend slid off his clothes and shoes, placed his gun on the nightstand, and got into bed with her.

“Are you hard of hearing? I said get out!”

“Ma, I'm sorry.”

“I don't want to hear it, Legend. Just get your shit and go.”

“Look, I said I was sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

“I don't think so. You better get yo' ass on,” Zoë shot, turning her back to him.

“Yo, what the fuck I tell you about yo' mouth?” he snapped, flipping her back over.