just invited us over to dinner on Sunday.”
“For what,” Yusef laughed, “round two?”
“I can’t stand you.”
“Yeah, well, join the club. Now back to this job bullshit. You ain’t goin’.”
Milan snatched the bathroom door open. “The conversation is finished.”
“Oh, you must wanna be fucked up.” Yusef folded his arms across his chest.
“Would you go put some clothes on?” she said, tight-lipped. She looked at the camera. “I keep telling him I don’t want to be an exhibitionist.” She gave a fake chuckle.
Yusef slid a cigarette from the soft pack on the coffee table and lit it. Milan sighed as she placed her purse on her shoulder and slid her shades on. “Yusef, we need to talk when I come back.”
He tooted his lips and blew out a blast of air. “I hope this ain’t the same shit
we
keep fuckin’ talkin’ about every goddamn day.” He looked at the camera. “And I mean, every goddamn day.”
“Honey,” Milan said, doing all she could to sound sincere, “but you don’t even know what I would like to speak to you about.” She forced herself to smile.
“Then what you wanna talk about, Milan, how you don’t fuck me?”
Milan stopped dead in her tracks and looked at the camera. “Can you cut right here and give us a minute?”
“Nah,” Yusef snorted, “ain’t this reality TV? You said you wanted to talk.”
Milan knew for sure that he was high.
Yusef continued, “Let’s talk about how you got me jerkin’ off every morning and shit?” He grabbed his dick. “You see this, huh?” He flicked the tip. “There was a time I couldn’t keep you off the motherfucker. Now I don’t even get to put it in your ass no more. And why is that? Huh? Why is that?”
“Ask your broke-ass pockets,” she snapped.
“Oh, so what, you a whore now? You can only fuck me if I got some money? What kinda shit is that?” He looked at the camera. “Say this with me, kiss Da Truef’s ass.”
Milan sighed. “Like I said, I’ve been thinking about a few things and we need to discuss them.”
“Oh, I see.” He blew smoke toward the ceiling. “Now you wanna turn yo’ back on Da Truef? What, Da Truef ain’t good enough for you?”
“Why are you always so extreme? I just don’t want this relationship anymore.” Milan shook her head; she couldn’t believe that she had just admitted that on camera. Image was everything and she was blowing the hell out of it.
“Oh, so just fuck Da Truef?” Yusef snapped. “So you been thinking.” He mashed his cigarette in the ashtray. “Well, Milan, Da Truef been thinking too. Da Truef been thinking about how he don’t even see you right now.” He pointed his fingers like a gun. “You done fuckin’ flipped, disappeared, and turned into some new shit.” He turned back to the camera. “What you see here, America, is a magic trick, Milan-style.”
“Yusef, like I said, this isn’t working out. I’m tired and I can’t do anything for you.”
“You ain’t never did shit for me, Milan!”
“Good, then it won’t be too hard for you to move on.”
“You want this to be over?” Yusef screamed.
“What, you missed the announcement!”
“Oh, now you usin’ compound words—phrases and shit.
Did I miss the announcement,”
he mocked her. “If you wanna step, Milan, then leave. Bounce ya big ass outta here, but Da Truef ain’t leavin’. You must’ve found some niggah who really wants your ass, but he won’t last. I’ll be sure to tell him that the big ass ain’t worth all the drama.”
“I can’t believe I sacrificed so much to be with you. This is crazy.”
“Sacrificed?” He cracked up. “Sacrifice something that makes a difference, sacrifice a goddamn sandwich, hungry ass! Must think you hot shit.” He laughed. “Think you gon’ get somebody else, when, how soon? Bitch, please.” He flicked his wrist.
“Bitch?” Milan couldn’t believe it. “Bitch?!” she shouted. “You called me a bitch?!”
“Yep,”
“For what,” Yusef laughed, “round two?”
“I can’t stand you.”
“Yeah, well, join the club. Now back to this job bullshit. You ain’t goin’.”
Milan snatched the bathroom door open. “The conversation is finished.”
“Oh, you must wanna be fucked up.” Yusef folded his arms across his chest.
“Would you go put some clothes on?” she said, tight-lipped. She looked at the camera. “I keep telling him I don’t want to be an exhibitionist.” She gave a fake chuckle.
Yusef slid a cigarette from the soft pack on the coffee table and lit it. Milan sighed as she placed her purse on her shoulder and slid her shades on. “Yusef, we need to talk when I come back.”
He tooted his lips and blew out a blast of air. “I hope this ain’t the same shit
we
keep fuckin’ talkin’ about every goddamn day.” He looked at the camera. “And I mean, every goddamn day.”
“Honey,” Milan said, doing all she could to sound sincere, “but you don’t even know what I would like to speak to you about.” She forced herself to smile.
“Then what you wanna talk about, Milan, how you don’t fuck me?”
Milan stopped dead in her tracks and looked at the camera. “Can you cut right here and give us a minute?”
“Nah,” Yusef snorted, “ain’t this reality TV? You said you wanted to talk.”
Milan knew for sure that he was high.
Yusef continued, “Let’s talk about how you got me jerkin’ off every morning and shit?” He grabbed his dick. “You see this, huh?” He flicked the tip. “There was a time I couldn’t keep you off the motherfucker. Now I don’t even get to put it in your ass no more. And why is that? Huh? Why is that?”
“Ask your broke-ass pockets,” she snapped.
“Oh, so what, you a whore now? You can only fuck me if I got some money? What kinda shit is that?” He looked at the camera. “Say this with me, kiss Da Truef’s ass.”
Milan sighed. “Like I said, I’ve been thinking about a few things and we need to discuss them.”
“Oh, I see.” He blew smoke toward the ceiling. “Now you wanna turn yo’ back on Da Truef? What, Da Truef ain’t good enough for you?”
“Why are you always so extreme? I just don’t want this relationship anymore.” Milan shook her head; she couldn’t believe that she had just admitted that on camera. Image was everything and she was blowing the hell out of it.
“Oh, so just fuck Da Truef?” Yusef snapped. “So you been thinking.” He mashed his cigarette in the ashtray. “Well, Milan, Da Truef been thinking too. Da Truef been thinking about how he don’t even see you right now.” He pointed his fingers like a gun. “You done fuckin’ flipped, disappeared, and turned into some new shit.” He turned back to the camera. “What you see here, America, is a magic trick, Milan-style.”
“Yusef, like I said, this isn’t working out. I’m tired and I can’t do anything for you.”
“You ain’t never did shit for me, Milan!”
“Good, then it won’t be too hard for you to move on.”
“You want this to be over?” Yusef screamed.
“What, you missed the announcement!”
“Oh, now you usin’ compound words—phrases and shit.
Did I miss the announcement,”
he mocked her. “If you wanna step, Milan, then leave. Bounce ya big ass outta here, but Da Truef ain’t leavin’. You must’ve found some niggah who really wants your ass, but he won’t last. I’ll be sure to tell him that the big ass ain’t worth all the drama.”
“I can’t believe I sacrificed so much to be with you. This is crazy.”
“Sacrificed?” He cracked up. “Sacrifice something that makes a difference, sacrifice a goddamn sandwich, hungry ass! Must think you hot shit.” He laughed. “Think you gon’ get somebody else, when, how soon? Bitch, please.” He flicked his wrist.
“Bitch?” Milan couldn’t believe it. “Bitch?!” she shouted. “You called me a bitch?!”
“Yep,”
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