Bad By Myself ✔️

13. You're Making Me High

I'll always think of you inside of my private thoughts
I can imagine you touching my private parts
With just the thought of you I can't help but touch myself
That's why I want you so bad
Just one night of moonlight with you there beside me
All night doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad
-Toni Braxton

Spitfire stayed in LA with her all week and they enjoyed each other every day. The girls had gone back to Atlanta, so they didn't have to hide from them. They could go out and hang, and as long as she dressed down and no make-up, people didn't recognize her in the City of Angels where everyone looked like a superstar.

Spitfire took her shopping, bought her all the hot clothes and shoes. Then he took her jewelry shopping and dropped major coins on whatever she wanted.

"You're so sweet baby, buying me this," she said when he put the diamond-encrusted necklace around her neck.

"You deserve it," he said. "But I got one more place I'm taking my girl."

They went to a tattoo shop.

"You getting another tat? What are you getting?"

"You baby."

Did he really just say that? Was he smoking something?

"Me?"

"Yes. You think I don't love you and ain't trying to make it work. I want to prove to you I'm yours."

"Boy! Don't get my name tatted on you. It ain't that serious."

He chuckled. "Not yo name, just wait and see."

"Oh, I want another one too," she said, looking over the designs. She was damn sure not gonna get his name, but maybe something that signified him. Looking over the designs, she was not that inspired. She could get his initials, DW, David West. People didn't even know his real name. But initials were lame.

Then she saw a design of a mouth wide open and the tongue hanging out. She smiled.

She did not even tell Spitfire what she was getting, she told the tattoo artists, and then she laid in the chair.

Spitfire was done first, and he'd gotten his tattoo on his back right shoulder. It was a bottle of gin. She held in laughing at him.

"Boy, that's my name! Gin...Gin-ger...do you even drink gin?"

"Imma drink some of you tonight," he said, kissing her neck.

"Stop for you make this man mess up this artwork." She was getting another tat on her right arm, basically nearly filling it up. This time it was the mouth open, tongue hanging out with fire dripping down.

"What's this baby?"

"You."

"What you mean?"

"Spit-Fire. Spitting fire, slow ass. I think it's dope."

He smiled big. "Yo babe, I'm so honored. That shit gone be hard. Got my dick hard!"

"Shut up fool."

After she finished her tat they headed back to their room. They arranged to get most of the things he bought her shipped to her place back home. Still, there was a lot of stuff in her suite.

"We should have gotten matching tats bae," he said, "Maybe next time."

"Or, when we finally can go public, let's do that."

He held her in his arms. "I can't wait."

"When?"

"Not now. Let's get in the studio finish your guy's fourth album. Asia wants to do a track with you guys."

Why the hell did he ruin her whole high?

"Say what now?"

"Just a couple of verses. She wants to get back in the studio but she needs some appeal to the younger audience."

"So you told her to work with us?" She pushed him away.

"Hey, baby, you just helping out yo man. One song, I promise it will be a banger. One of M'Liyah's or I'll find another songwriter-"

"I'll write it!"

"Babe, you don't write songs."

"You don't know what the fuck I do. Everybody all up on Liy's dick like she the next Prince in the making or something. Fuck her! Fuck you! Fuck Asia. You all can go to hell."

She went into the bathroom and slammed the door. She sat on the commode for a bit, fighting back tears. She was not gonna let his ass ruin her mood. She was better than that. She was not going to cry over this man again. She took off her wig and ran her fingers through her tiny afro. She went through the whole process of taking off her make-up. She undressed and ran a shower and got in.

She was always on a roller coaster with Spitfire. They were up, they were down, they were hot, they were cold. They were high, they were low. Maybe she was still too young, but this could not be life. Weren't you supposed to find somebody fall in love, they love you back, and you live happily ever after? Maybe she read Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty far too many times.

She wished she could stop the ache in her heart she felt for him. Just closing her eyes and letting the warm water trickle down her face, her thoughts went back to him. The first time meeting him, how fine he looked. How sweet he was to her, even when she came on to him. Him always paying her extra attention versus the other girls.

Their first intimate time together. The man was like a drug, the way he touched her, made her want to touch herself. She was addicted to that drug.

She did not even hear Spitfire enter the bathroom, but she heard when he got in the shower behind her and held her.

"Baby, let me do that," he said, moving her hand mid masturbation so he could take over.

"You know I would do anything for you Gin," he said, kissing her shoulder. "You gotta trust me. I don't make moves unless I know it's best for you. For us."

He moved his hand then he slid inside of her from the back.

"Spit, you need a condom."

"I'll just pull out baby, I promise. I need you right now."

"I need you."

He definitely was making her high.