Bad By Myself ✔️

18. Kissin' You

Don't matter who knows
I don't care who sees
Me thinking about you
Makes my life complete
And what I mean by that
That my whole world changes
You make me feel things
That I've never felt
I wanna kiss you
-Total

Fuck M'Liyah and her perfect little world, and her perfect little party! Fuck her perfect little momma who made sure she had a perfect little man. Fuck all of them.

She was mad as hell as she left M'Liyah's party. She went to her hotel room, but she didn't know what to do once there. Be all alone. Craig was in New York, they were promoting their album that was being released soon. She called him anyway.

"Hey, ma."

"I miss you," she said.

"You miss my dick."

"Shut up boy," she laughed. "I miss that too. I miss kissin' you. I just miss being with you and Craig and I don't care who knows."

"That's good to hear. You busy? You wanta fly to New York and see yo man?"

"I can't," she said with an angry sigh. "Tonight's M'Liyah party and she was just so fuckin' happy it was making me mad. We have shit to do and I just...I don't know anymore. The bitch gets on my nerve."

"Yo girl?"

"Yes!"

"Stop trippin'. It's her birthday let her shine, that don't take away from you. You da one, babe, you da winner. My winner. Hey, I put that song on the album so you know it's real."

She smiled hard at him. "You're crazy, you know that."

"That's why they call me Cra-C," he said. "You really not gonna come so we can hit up the Big Apple like big bosses? You know, I need stress relief on a daily, and I wanta fu-"

"Boy, fuck a groupie bitch and I'm cutting yo dick off. I ain't playing Craig."

"What about some head? Can I just let a bitch suck me off?"

"Hell to the mutha fuckin naw. Bye Craig."

She had some nerve. She technically did not end things with Spitfire, but she was not having sex with him anymore. She was done with that man.

There was a knock on her door. She knew it was either M'Liyah or Melodie wondering why she left the party and she did not want to hear it. She was not going to answer the door, just ignore their ass. She started to get undressed and relax for the night but the person kept knocking.

"Ginger, it's me, I know you up in here, you left the party."

It was Tempo. She put her dress back on and went to the door to open it.

"Boy, what are you doing up here at my door? Who told you what room I was in?"

"Girl, come on, I know people," he said, walking in without an invite.

Damn, brother was looking good dressed in all cream and long hair in a ponytail. Why was he up in her room? They were friends who sometimes chatted but had not hung out since she cooked him noodles.

"Why you leave Liyah's party?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't, but ya girl upset about it. You're supposed to be her friend and this is a big day for her."

She rolled her eyes, stomped away from him, and went into the bathroom, and slammed the door. He had some nerve. He did not know her like that, and he did not know what she had to deal with being in a group with somebody like M'Liyah. America's sweetheart. Pretty little princess that did no wrong.