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The first time Coco called you ‘my bitch’, you didn’t know how to react. You weren’t even sure if you had heard it right. Now four months later, you didn’t know how to tell him to stop. To him it seemed like he thought it was a cute nickname. To you it felt like he didn’t have any respect for you.
You were sitting on the back of Coco’s bike, riding to the clubhouse for a get together with his brothers and their significant others. It was supposed to be a fun gathering with a barbeque and free flowing drinks.
Once you made it to the junkyard you quickly jumped off the bike and waited for Coco to do the same. He placed his hand on the small of your back and steered you towards EZ and Angel, who were both enjoying a cold beer.
“Hey, Coco. I was wondering if you were going to make it tonight.” Angel said, clinking his bottle with the one Coco was now holding.
“Yeah, you know how it is. My bitch needs time to get ready.” You even noticed EZ flinching from his word choice. You breathed in deep through your nose, then stormed away from Coco over to where Sofia and Stephanie were sitting.
“Oh, no. What he do now?” Stephanie asked, concerned for you.
“The same thing he always does.” You grumbled, sitting down next to Sofia. She placed her hand on your arm, comforting you.
“When will this man understand?” Sofia said. “You deserve so much better, Y/N!”
“But I don’t want to lose him.” You said, hurt evident in your voice.
“Girl, maybe he needs to lose you to see who he’s messing with.” Stephanie suggested.
“What? You mean I should leave him and see how he reacts?” Stephanie nodded at you.
“But…” You started, “What if he doesn’t want me back?”
“Then he didn’t deserve you in the first place.”
Coco walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, using it to move his leg over the bench to sit down. But before he could do that, you placed your hand on the seating.
“This seat is taken.” Coco looked at you confused. You always held a seat for him at your table.
“By who?”
“By someone that isn’t you.” You spat. He held his hands up, clearly understanding you were upset with him.
“What’d I do?”
“I told you multiple times, figure it out on your own!” You stood up from your seat and stormed off towards the other side of the party.
You bumped into Guero and Bottles. You weren’t crying, but they clearly noticed something was wrong.
“You okay?” Bottles asked. You sighed.
“I will be.”
“You don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. Something we can do to help?” Guero inquired. You shook your head.
“You mind if I stand with you guys for a bit?” Bottles and Guero looked at each other.
“Sure, just don’t know if Coco would like that much, but it’s cool with me.” Guero said.
“Fuck what Coco thinks.”
“I see who’s at fault here.” Guero mumbled as he handed you a beer.
“Thanks.” You muttered.
You spend the rest of the afternoon searching the crowd for Coco. Even when you were mad, you still couldn’t help yourself and look for him wherever you were. You wanted him close, but he had to understand that you hated it when he called you his bitch.
Later that night you noticed that the cooler full of beer was in fact very empty. So you grabbed it and walked into the clubhouse, fully intent to fill it up again. That was until you heard Coco’s voice from behind you.
“Baby?” And for the second time that night you breathed in deeply. Needing all the strength to get through this conversation. You turned around to face him, but held your tongue.
“What did I do to make you so mad?” Your brows furrowed.
“Are you kidding me?”
“I really don’t know what I did, but I want to fix it.”
“I’ve told you for months how I hate it when you call me your bitch!”
“That’s what this is about?”
“YES!” You yelled at him.
“It’s a cute nickname.” You rolled your eyes at him.
“It really isn’t.” Your voice barely above a whisper. You were so tired of him ignoring what you needed from him. “It makes me feel like I’m less than you. It makes me feel like I mean nothing to you. It makes me feel used.”
Understanding crossed over Coco’s face. He ran his hands through his hair. Turning around to face away from you. Then he turned around, horror ridden on his face.
“I thought it was cute and all this time you felt this way?” You nodded your head, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
“Oh baby, I’m so sorry! I am so unbelievably sorry. I thought…” He struggled to find the words. “You know, it doesn’t matter what I thought. What matters is that I hurt you, and I will never do that to you again. Please forgive me.” You crossed the room in only a few short steps, tears now falling down your face.
“That was all I needed to hear.” You muttered as your lip met. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you close.
“I will never, ever call you by that name again.” He said between kisses. You nodded and reconnected your lips. Tongue licking inside your mouth. His hands roamed your body, one hand landing on your ass just to pull you even closer. You detached your lips from his.
“Do you think we can go home now?” You asked. Coco smiled at you and nodded.
“I think so.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the door and out to his bike. He promised himself he would find better nicknames for you from now on and use them liberally on you tonight.