Weed smoke filled the room, as Rashad sat on a chaise lounge, puffing on a blunt. Noticing her, he dropped the blunt into an ashtray, before springing to his feet. Wearing nothing but basketball shorts, it was obvious that he’d been determined to hang around and wait on this moment. This meant that he’d missed money and whatever else to make sure that he laid eyes on her first.
Standing in the middle in the room, Kim nervously placed a palm behind her neck. Rashad looked her up and down, taking in her little dress and sandals. Him standing there, saying nothing unnerved her, more than him barraging her with a thousand questions. She wanted to know what headspace he was in, as his silence made her squirm.
When he finally made a move, she flinched, but that didn’t deter him, as he gripped her throat.
“Wait,” she pleaded.
Ignoring her, he drove her up against the nearest wall.
“Rashad,” she whined, as fear struck her heart. Perhaps, she’d taken things a little too far.
Silencing her, he placed his lips on hers, easing his tongue into her mouth. He then wedged a knee between her thighs, pushing her legs apart. Roughly, he lifted her dress, before reaching down, gripping her panties. Using his knee, he pushed her panties down, until they were at her knees. He then cuffed her fat pussy, before sliding his index finger between her slit. He briefly twirled his finger around in her wetness, before pulling back to drop his own shorts and boxers. She watched his stiffness salute, before he clutched her panties, snatching them completely off.
After tossing her panties onto the floor, he gripped her thighs, lifting her off the floor. Kim could detect some aggression present, still she went with the flow, wrapping her arms around his neck. Holding her legs apart, he rammed himself into her.
“Awww!” she yelped from the sudden penetration.
“Shut up,” he gritted, as he roughly pumped into her.
“Bae, it huuuurts,” she bemoaned.
“So,” he huffed, as he gave her every inch. “Why the fuck you aint answer the phone? Huh?”
“Cause,” she wheezed, as she sank her nails into his back.
“Cause what?” he rotated his hips, hitting the corners on her.
“I don’t know, bae,” she breathed.
“Nah, fuck that. You know.” He held her closely, giving her deep, sensual strokes.
“I don’t.”
“Nah, I aint trying to hear that shit. When I call that fucking phone, you answer that bitch. You hear me?” his balls slapped her pussy lips.
“Yeah.”
“No, fuck that,” he growled, as he stepped away from the wall with her still in his arms. Wrapping his arms tightly around her back he hobbled over to the bed. Laying her on her back, he commenced to fucking the shit out of her.
Soon, he had on her all fours, while pounding her from the back. “You think you finna be running the streets with them bitches when I’m calling your ass to come home?”
“No!” she whined, while snatching the sheets off their mattress.
“Stop all that screaming,” he commanded, slapping her ass. “And what the fuck you called yourself doing, then? Them hoes come before your nigga?”
“Nooooo,” she panted breathlessly.
“But that’s where you rather be, huh?”
“No, baby. All I want is you and your tiiiiime.”
He hammered into her. “Then fucking act like it. You hear me?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He smacked her ass again. “What chu say?”
“I said yes, dadddyyyy!”
“What I tell you about all that fucking noise?” he gritted, while delivering long strokes. “You better start fucking listening.”
“Okay, baby,” she breathed. “I’ma listen. I’ma be a good girl. I promise.”
Holding her ass cheeks apart, he watched his dick ease in and out of her, as she was now sloppy wet. Burying her face into the mattress, Kim threw her ass back at him, meeting his thrusts. Sweat dripped down Rashad’s face and into his eyes as he zoned out. She backed him down, while he held onto her hips. Together they fucked wildly, until neither had nothing left to give.
***
“Rashad,” Kim whispered, while straddling him. It was nearly noon and she’d decided that it was time for him to get up. She could plainly hear the kids roaming around the house and knew that it was just a matter of time before they’d come pawing at their door, demanding to be let inside. “Baby get up,” she insisted, while her still semen-soaked kitty rested on his stomach.
Gradually, he opened his eyes, as his dick stiffened. Unconsciously, he clutched her fleshy naked ass, while gazing up at her. “What’s up?” he licked his lips.
“It’s time to get up.” She rolled her hips.
“Oh, yeah?” he lifted her ass, and slid inside of her.
She smiled. “This is not why I woke you up.”
Rashad knew not to entertain her silliness, once she was basically breast feeding him, while wobbling that fat ass, popping that pussy all over his dick. Laying flat on top of him, she rode him smoothly, causing her cheeks to bounce with her. He sucked her nipples just the way she loved it, while she worked those muscles on him.
Kim’s toes were curling, until she felt Rashad releasing inside of her. That’s when he selfishly broke their connection and shoved her off him.
“Hey,” her jaw dropped as she landed on her back. “I wasn’t finished.”
“But I was,” he yawned, as he sat up.
“For real, Rashad? Is that how you feel?”
He glanced over his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s exactly how I fucking feel. The same way I felt when I was calling your phone all day yesterday.”
She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “I thought we were beyond that.”
“Nah,” he shook his head. “You thought wrong.”
Just then, his cell rang. Picking it up, he recognized the caller and picked up. “Yeah, what’s up?”
“Hey, what time are you coming out?” Kass questioned.
“In a minute. Why, what’s up?” he enquired, while Kim sat there shaking her head.
Catching an attitude real quick, Kim attempted to crawl out of bed, but Rashad grabbed her by the waist, forcing her to remain next to him.
“I need you to stop by the spot. I gotta holler at you about something,” Kass let him know.
Kim pursed her lips, after clearly overhearing what Kass had to say.
“Alright, I’ma swing through there in a few,” Rashad promised.
“Okay, you see then,” Kass responded, before ending the call.
Kim rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “Can you please let me go?”
Tossing his cell onto the bed, Rashad shook his head. “When you gon stop this bullshit, man?”
She grimaced. “Stop what?”
“Come on, man. You know. This same bullshit every time Kass calls or you find out that she’s around me. The shit is getting old. I done told you how many times that I conduct business with the girl? Yet it’s a problem every fucking time.”
Kim sighed. “You conduct business with her, but she knows your mama and I still don’t. That makes sense to you, though?”
He narrowed his eyes. “You know it aint like that, girl. She knows my mama cause she been knew her. I keep telling you that. And even though you’ve met my mama, I wanna keep that relationship separate from you and the kids, until I’m sure. I know it sounds crazy, but this over here is sacred to me. I gotta protect it, cause it’s all I got. If I let my mama in too soon, it could fuck up the home front, and I just can’t take that chance. So, Kass kind of holds it down for me, while I keep a safe distance. And she a real one for that.”
Kim laughed despite herself. “And you don’t know how that sounds to me. How it makes me feel.” She held her head. “I don’t know what you want from me. You work with her and I have no control over that. Then you have this weird set-up where she’s the go-between with you and your mama. We know that much, but it’s l
ike you want me to pretend to like it. I can’t do that, Rashad. I’m uncomfortable with it. It doesn’t sit right with me. The amount of time you spend with her. How she talks to you. The amount of times she calls you. The way she likes to dry facetime you. None of it. Hell, if you look on the bitch’s IG you’d swear that she’s your bitch. I mean, does she even have a boyfriend?”
He shrugged. “Man, I aint in that girl’s business like that.”
Kim cut her eyes at him. “Yeah, okay. You expect me to believe that, after you run with this girl damn near every day? It’s only natural that you’d know about who she’s fucking with. I mean, the bitch makes sure to watch what I’m doing. She’s the first one in all my views. So, yall definitely have a personal relationship on one level or another, yet you wanna sit here and lie about not knowing about her love life. That tells me plenty, right there—"
He sucked his teeth, cutting her off. “The fuck do any of this shit tell you?”
“It tells me that either you don’t like the niggas she fucks with or you fucking on her your damn self. Either way, you know exactly who’s in that hoe’s bed.”
Rashad shook his head. “Girl, you couldn’t be further off, if you tried. You don’t know what the fuck you talking about. It’s real possible for me to be around somebody and still not know their business, when I just don’t give a fuck. With you and these kids, I got enough shit on my plate as it is. So, I don’t care to keep up with nobody else’s bullshit. If that girl aint talking about my money or my mama, then I aint concerned, and that’s on everything I love.”
Kim sat staring at him.
“The fuck you looking at me like that for?” he asked her.
“Sometimes I don’t know what to believe when it comes to you. I wanna trust you. Lord knows I do, but I just don’t know.”
He locked eyes with her. “Man, you know deep in your heart what this shit is. You know it. So, go with that. And for real, Kim. I’m tired of going round and round with you. You need to get your shit together, cause you really had my head in a fucked up space yesterday. Had me having thoughts that aint even supposed to be for you. That action is reserved for them niggas in them streets. Shit could’ve went a different way, man. You just don’t know. I ended up taking my frustrations out on that pussy, but you almost took me there. This love shit hit different. Real shit. It aint nothing to play with. It may not end the way you expect. Ion never wanna go there with you. Ion want that shit for our kids. So, please don’t have me here, thinking that you somewhere playing with me. I’m begging you.”
Kim gulped. “Rashad, I was just hanging with my friends. That’s it and I put that on my kids.”
“But I’m saying. That not answering your phone shit when you mad is dead. Ion give a fuck what the situation is. The next time we have to revisit this, it’s gonna be some real shit, Kim. I mean that.”
She took a deep breath, realizing that she’d dug herself into a hole. “Okay, I hear you. I’ll answer the phone. No matter what.”
“Alright, man,” he breathed. “I’ma need you to stand on your word cause play time is over. Next time around, I’ma make you feel me, man. On God.”
***
“What’s up, man?” Rashad sighed, as he stepped into Connie’s apartment.
Kass sat up in the couch, rubbing her forehead. “You finally made it, huh?”
“Yeah, I ended up coming out a lil’ later than I thought. Kim was on some other shit,” he revealed.
Kass sarcastically smirked. “Well, that’s surprising.”
“Yeah, anyway, what’s up?” he scoffed, getting straight to the point, clearly not in the mood to hear whatever opinions she may have had.
“Well, excuse me,” she held her chest. “I won’t speak on Ms. Perfect again.”
“Yeah, anyway. The fuck you want, Kass? I aint got all day.”
Kass sighed heavily. “I been honestly trying to avoid calling you. Lord knows, I didn’t want to.”
He gulped.
“It’s Reeah. She been fucking up, Rashad. And you told me to let you know what it is, so that’s what I’m doing.”
He nodded. “You aint doing nothing wrong. Where she at?”
“In the backroom.”
Taking a deep breath, he headed to the back of the apartment. Stepping to the room his mother had commandeered, he pushed the door open. Immediately, Reeah jumped while sitting on the bed, dropping her crack pipe in the process. Witnessing this, Rashad’s heart broke all over again.
“Baby,” she gasped.
Rashad’s eyes remained glued on the crack pipe the lied on the carpeted floor.
“Rashad, baby,” Reeah shakily uttered as she stood up.
Shaking his head, Rashad backed out of the room. Spinning around, he headed to the living room. There he saw Connie walking through the front door.
“Baby, let me talk to you,” Reeah pleaded, as she rushed into the room, grabbing Rashad’s hand.
Angrily, he snatched away from her. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
“Just, just let me explain,” she stuttered.
“Nah, you aint got shit to say to me!” he lashed. “A fucking leopard aint gon change it’s spots. You just did what you know. That’s it.”
Connie frowned in confusion. “What’s going on?”
“She was in here beaming up to fuckin’ Scottie. That’s what,” Rashad snarled.
Connie’s jaw dropped. “Reeah, no.”
Reeah anxiously scratched her chest, obviously still high. “I know, I know. I fucked up.”
“And you gotta fucking go,” Rashad spat.
Connie tilted her head. “Rashad—”
“Nah, Connie, I aint trying to hear it,” he cut her off. “If you wanna eat with me, then you gotta do shit my way. I don’t want her around. Period.”
“But she’s your mama,” Connie reasoned.
“Connie,” Reeah cut in. “It’s fine. He’s right. It’s best that I leave. I don’t wanna cause more trouble than I’ve already have.”
“No, Reeah, you can still get clean. It’s not too late. Those streets aint gon help nothing. Just stay here,” Connie pleaded.
Reeah glanced at Rashad recognizing the disgust he had for her. “No, I’ma just go.”
Connie glanced at him. “Rashad.”
He sucked his teeth. “Man, let her go. She can handle herself out there on her own.”
“But she’s your mama.”
He gritted. “And I was her son, when I was forced out on those same streets. She turned her back and didn’t care if I sank or swam. Now its my time to turn my back on her. She can see how that shit feels. It’s her turn to see what I went through!” he angrily slapped his chest. “Fuck that! She need to feel this!”
The room fell silent, because right then they could all recognize that pain in his voice. It was a pain inflicted by the woman who’d brought him into this world. And only she could rectify this. However, sadly, gazing over at Reeah, Connie knew that she wasn’t up for the task.
Chapter 13
“Kim, can Reanah spend a night with us tonight?” Lyra questioned, while attempting to balance Reanah on her hip.
While cozily chilling on her couch, Kim glanced over at Taraj’s stepdaughter. She was a beautiful little girl with wild bushy hair, and caramel skin. As usual, Taraj had her dressed to the nines, as she rocked a cute Versace ensemble. It was funny how comfortable the little girl was, trying to be a Reanah’s mama.
Although they’d only been in each other’s lives briefly, Taraj’s little crew felt like family. Taraj’s son and stepdaughter came over with her often and had gotten quite comfortable with Kim’s household. In fact, the same could be said about the world-renowned singer Mya the Body. Both Taraj and Mya came from broken homes and had severed ties from their own mothers. So, for obvious reasons they were drawn to the warmth Kay naturally provided there. Thankfully, it had been instilled in Kim to share her blessings, so she’d unselfishly share her mama, in hopes of filling a void
for her girls.
“I don’t care, little girl,” Kim yawned. “But how are you just gonna volunteer Taraj to babysit?”
Lyra glanced at Taraj with pleading eyes. “Mama, please.”
Taraj rolled her eyes. “I guess, girl.”
Mya smirked. “Ole sucker ass.”
Taraj gave her the finger. “Look who’s talking. All three of your kids run all over you.”
“You aint never lied,” Glenda quipped, which everyone found hilarious, including Mya. “Their bad asses are tearing this house up. Aint sat down yet.”
Mya cut her eyes at Glenda. “Old skool, you can get off my kids, ma’am, cause you don’t want these problems. I’ll get my son to snatch your wig again.”
Glenda self-consciously patted her short wig, ensuring that it was still intact. “Whatever. Lil’ Omari touches my shit again, and you or his daddy will be getting me another one. I promise you that.”
Mya tittered, as she teasingly stuck out her tongue.
No one paid their back and forth banter much attention, as they were used to it. As luck would have it, Glenda had known Mya for years and had been friends with her mother years back. Oddly, although Mya and her mother had fallen out, there were no ill feelings between Glenda and Mya. So, when Kim began bringing Mya around there was this immediate comfort between Mya and Glenda. Crazily, Glenda could say some off the wall things to Mya and they’d then both laugh about it. Mya also knew how to read Glenda like no one else could and Glenda would usually laugh the digs off. Therefore, they had their own little love/hate relationship that seemingly worked quite fine, and no one ever interfered with it.
“Yeah, Glenda, get off those babies,” Kay added. “They aint doing no more than the rest of these kids around here.”
Glenda glanced around the living room, realizing that it was every bit of seven children present. “Yeah, all their asses need to sit down somewhere. This done turned into a daycare around here. Don’t make no damn sense.”
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