The affection went both ways. Pyro was really digging Mecca, and not just in the bedroom. She was smart and beautiful, outgoing, and she was going places in life. She wanted to be a journalist, and she was becoming a socialite in the city.
Mecca had a charming personality and was frequently invited to big events in the city where politicians and celebrities gathered. Her well-connected Colombia University friends were opening their circle to allow Mecca inside, and she was including Pyro. Pyro loved it. His girl had connections in the city that could be very beneficial to him. The two of them could become the ultimate power couple. They both were smart, fearless, and ambitious, and it didn’t take long for them to say to each other, “I love you.”
Chanel heard a sudden banging on Pyro’s apartment door. She was surprised that Pyro didn’t hear it and go to the door, but he was a heavy sleeper. She walked out of her bedroom, tying her robe together to go see who it was. By the sound of the knocking, it didn’t look like it was going to be friendly company.
She glanced through the peephole and saw Pyro’s baby mama, Sheree. At first, Chanel wasn’t going to open the door, but something petty came over her and she changed her mind. She unlocked and opened the door, and Sheree immediately pushed by her and made her way into the apartment.
Sheree knew that Pyro was getting serious with someone. When she saw Chanel opening the door, she figured Chanel was the one.
“Bitch, where the fuck is my baby father at? You the bitch he fuckin’, right?” she shouted.
Chanel stood there speechless.
Sheree continued to curse and yell, “Where the fuck he at? I need to see him right now. Go get that nigga, bitch. You wanna fuck my baby father, then you got a fuckin’ problem wit’ me.”
Wow! Chanel thought. The bitch was loud and crazy. She wondered how Pyro got mixed up with her.
“I’m not sleeping with him,” Chanel finally said.
“Bitch, stop lying. Look at you, naked underneath that fuckin’ robe and stayin’ the night at his crib and answering his door—and you gonna fuckin’ lie to me.”
Chanel was at a loss for words. There was no talking rationally to Sheree.
Sheree was making a scene. She became so loud in the apartment that she could have woken the dead. Eventually, the ruckus caused Pyro to come out of his bedroom dressed in his boxers with Mecca following right behind him.
“Sheree, why the fuck are you here?” Pyro yelled, his hands clenching into fists.
“Who the fuck is that bitch? Oh, so you got a fuckin’ nasty-ass orgy happening here, huh, nigga? I see why you can’t come see ya fuckin’ son,” Sheree shouted.
“Yo, first of all, you need to watch your mouth, and second, it ain’t like that. But how the fuck did you get into this building?”
“Don’t worry ’bout that!”
“A’ight, you need to leave,” Pyro shouted.
“Fuck you. I’m not goin’ nowhere,” Sheree replied. “Who is she, Pyro?” Sheree’s head nodded toward Mecca while her eyes continued to blaze.
“My name is Mecca, Sheree. And I was hoping one day to meet you and your son because Pyro and I are together.”
“My son,” Sheree shouted. “You come near my fuckin’ child and I will whip your ass, bitch! Pyro, is she serious?”
Chanel sat front and center as the three argued. Pyro still had no idea how Sheree had gotten into the building, but he wanted her gone. He quickly called security to come and escort her out.
Sheree continued to rant and curse. It was clear that she was extremely jealous seeing Pyro with someone else.
“Me and you aren’t together, Sheree. How many times do I need to fuckin’ tell you that?” Pyro said with irritation in his voice.
“Oh, it’s like that, nigga? We ain’t together, but you sure wasn’t sayin’ that the other night when you were deep in this good-ass pussy—coming inside of me raw and shit,” she responded, while sexually gesturing between her legs.
Chanel gave Mecca the subtle side-eye, saying silently, I told you so.
Pyro clenched his jaw.
“Yeah, muthafucka, don’t get quiet now,” Sheree continued. “You wanna fuck me and that delusional bitch at the same time and act like you’re committed to her?”
Mecca had heard enough. She was heartbroken and couldn’t even look at Pyro. She spun around and went back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She thought Pyro was the one—her man to love and cherish. Their relationship was clearly a lie.
Pyro shot Sheree a look that could cut her in half. “You’re a crazy bitch, Sheree. That’s why I don’t fuck with you.”