Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(60)

“I see you a f*ckin’ tease,” he spat. “So just let it be.”

“A tease, huh? Well, wit’ you, I don’t have to be.”

“What you gettin’ at, Apple? Huh? You tryin’ to have me killed? You know how Supreme feels about you. Why you doin’ this?” he demanded with a serious tone.

“’Cause I’m tired of him and his shit. And I know you are too.”

“What?”

“I see how he treats you, looks at you. You been under his wing for how long, and he still got you pushing him around like you in Driving Miss Daisy. And what you got to show for yourself? Nothing much. Don’t you want more outta life, Guy? I mean, I been wit’ him for nearly three months, and he done showed me more love than his right-hand man. I know you see it, Guy. Don’t try to ignore it.”

Guy Tony didn’t respond, but Apple knew she had him thinking about her words. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs underneath the table, and looked at him with such an intense seductive stare, he had to turn his head in order to control his hormones.

“Stop playin’ wit’ me, Apple. I’m not that nigga to f-uck wit’,” he warned lightly.

Apple chuckled. “I never said you were.” The two locked eyes across the table, and Apple made it clear by her look that she was available to him whenever he wanted it.

Guy Tony felt uncomfortable. He squirmed in his chair, finding it nearly impossible to fight the urges he’d felt for Apple ever since they’d first met.

Apple continued teasing. “It’s your move, Guy. How do you want it?”

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game, Apple.”

“If you think so.”

The conversation quickly ended when Supreme returned to the table gloating.

“Shit is good,” he uttered to Guy. “It’s f*ckin’ good.”

“Everything good, boss?”

“Yeah, it is. I can see us running this place in three months or so. That burnt-out Bobby ain’t gonna be able to keep up wit’ this shit. But I’ll let him believe so. It’s all good, my nigga.”

Apple kept quiet and took a few sips from her drink.

Supreme looked down at her. “You finish eating?”

“I’ve been done,” Apple returned in a sneering, but subtle tone that Supreme didn’t catch.

She pushed herself away from the table and walked ahead of Supreme and Guy Tony to smoke a cigarette. While standing outside the restaurant, she thought about her future. She wanted out of the relationship, but not out of the lifestyle. She had grown addicted to it.

When Supreme and Guy Tony exited the eatery, Apple was ready to go home. As she and Supreme waited for Guy Tony to pull the car around, she kept her mouth shut. She’d had enough of Supreme and didn’t feel like arguing with him.

During the ride home, Apple sat in the backseat, while Supreme rode shotgun. She noticed Guy Tony glancing back at her every so often. She smiled at herself and knew it was only a matter of time before things went her way.





CHAPTER 22




Apple’s seduction finally paid off. Guy Tony was now grinding between her soft, thick thighs in the bedroom of her brownstone home in the early afternoon. Supreme was out of town on business, leaving Guy Tony alone with Apple to keep watch over, but the two f*cked passionately during his absence.

Guy heatedly panted while rocking on top of her, pressed against her snugly and thrusting in and out of her love hole. He gripped the sheets like a man being electrocuted, crying out from the feeling of her good pu-ssy when she ran her nails down his back, pressed her thighs into his sides, and whispered in his ear.

Apple had continually teased Guy whenever he was around the house, walking around in tight booty shorts, showering with the door ajar and even drying off with the door open, leaving the door open while naked in the bedroom, allowing him to catch a peek of her. Whenever she got the chance, she would rub up against him and stare at him with a look that said, f-uck me!

Guy Tony couldn’t resist his urges any longer, and while Supreme was away on business in DC, that’s when he started to play. The first night they f*cked, Guy Tony was quick—in and out of Apple like a minute-man. Their second encounter, Apple sucked his dick so good, his legs felt like jelly afterwards. Her pu-ssy was the best.

But Apple couldn’t say the same for the dick. He wasn’t big like Supreme, but less than average, and his strokes didn’t hit the bar. He was pretty much whack in the bedroom. But Apple tolerated him, and each passionate night together, Guy was falling more in love with her. She was constantly in his ear, trying to persuade him to do the unthinkable—murder Supreme so they could take over the loan-sharking and bookkeeping business. But Guy Tony was against it, reminding Apple that Supreme was like a father to him.

The more they f*cked, the more Apple manipulated Guy Tony to believe the illicit business would be better off run by the two of them, proclaiming that Supreme was getting sloppy and old. She promised him that they could become the next Bonnie and Clyde, lovers and partners in crime.

The pu-ssy had Guy Tony possessed. The way Apple f*cked, he just couldn’t get enough of it.

“You’re asking the impossible, Apple. Supreme taught me this business. He always looked out for me.”

“And now it’s time for you to implement it and get from under his wing,” she replied.