by Jahquel J.
“What the hell, Reshawn!” I yelled while getting off of him.
“What Miranda?” he yelled right back.
There he went using my real name again. He hardly called me that and I hated that he did now. He usually called me Mezzie or babe. I hardly heard the word babe leave his lips. I stood over him with my hands on my hips and my freshly shaved pussy showing.
“Why don’t you want to fuck me or talk to me? You don’t even want to be with me, why Reshawn?” I pleaded. I wanted my man to want me.
I had a wedding dress sitting in my closet and I wanted to wear it. I wanted to be his wife.
“Don’t start with this shit tonight. I just came in and I want to enjoy my night. Always fucking nagging,” he muttered under his breath.
“You don’t want to touch me and you’re constantly pushing my feelings to the side. Let me know if there is someone else, Reshawn.” I walked over to him and grabbed his hands.
He snatched them away and got up from the bed. He went into his closet and I was right behind him. He threw clothes and sneakers into his bag and dressed himself. I let out a big sigh; I didn’t want this to go down like this.
“Where are you going? You don’t have to leave, please Reshawn just stay and fix this, fix us,” I begged with tears streaming down my cheeks.
I heard our son crying through the baby monitor, but chose to ignore it. I needed my man to stay here with his family. I wanted him to lie on the bed and fix the problems we were dealing with. It was crazy he treated me this way and I had no clue what I had done.
“Nah, I’m tired of this shit with you, Miranda. You’re always nagging and crying about nothing. All you do is take care of the children, do you even stop to ask about me. Nah, you don’t because you out there being a gun-toting mother. Killing motherfuckers and acting like nothing happened,” he barked and continued packing shit.
“When are you going to get over this? I’m tired of this subject keep coming up.”
“Whenever the fuck I feel like it. I’m out,” he said and grabbed his two duffle bags of clothes and sneakers.
I ran to my son’s room and quickly grabbed him and ran downstairs to stop Reshawn from leaving. Maybe seeing his son would make him softer and he wouldn’t leave. I caught him at the door.
“Are you really going to leave your kids?”
“Don’t ever fucking use my kids against me. I ought to punch you in the fucking mouth,” he threatened.
He put his bags in the front seat of his Ashton Martin and got into the driver’s seat. When the hell did he get this car? It was shit like this that made me upset. He didn’t even consult me when buying this car. He burned rubber out the driveway and the gates to our house opened. I stalked back into the house with my tears falling onto my son’s little bald head. I went straight into AJ’s room and grabbed him out the bed. I needed my boys around me tonight. I turned the 70-inch TV to Disney channel and lay in bed with my babies. I wasn’t a fool. Reshawn had a plan to leave. Our argument just ignited his flame to leave.
***
“So you’re telling me he just left in the middle of the night because of an argument?” Tyrisha asked as she sipped her wine.
“Yes. He has been treating me like crap and I demanded to know why. I knew he wanted to leave anyway,” I exhaled.
“Damn sorry girly. I know for a fact Dalia and Nard are leaving to New York. He’s going to run shit up there for Moses. Maybe that’s where he’s going,” Tyrisha informed me.
“That’s exactly where the fuck his slick ass is going. He keeps getting calls from a 718 number and been real hush about who’s the caller.” I jumped up as if my panties were on fire. I started pacing the floor and rubbing my hands together.
“Well, I don’t know what you’re going to do, but I need to go speak with Tiffany.” She got up and refilled he cup.
“I think you both have some things you need to get out and acting like stubborn bulls isn’t going to help the situation. I’ll set up a lunch and all I want for you to do is show up and humble yourself,” I insisted. She looked at me and popped her lips.
“Humble myself?” She started laughing.
“Exactly, all this you’re doing is too much. Relax and be easy. She’s pregnant and hormonal and I don’t want this to be a waste of time.”
“Alright, I promise I will be cool. When are you setting this up?” She questioned.
“I don’t know yet, I have to go pick up AJ so I’ll call you later,” I promised and rushed towards the door. “Oh, and Tyrisha. I am happy we could work out our problems.” She smiled and I left.
Now if only I could do the same thing with my man.
*
I rushed inside the restaurant and was seated where Nard was waiting. He was on the phone, so I sat quietly while he finished his call. As I fumbled with the menu, I thought about how Reshawn would have a cow if he saw us together. It wasn’t anything sexual between us. I could respect he had a family. He was a real cool dude who wasn’t bias. He gave his honest opinion about the both of us. Just because Reshawn was his homie, he didn’t let that get in the way.
“You’re always late. I’ve been here for ten minutes,” he cracked a joke.
“Boy, ten minutes? It is too early to be dramatic,” I laughed and put my sunglasses in my bag.
“Where you coming from?”
“Tyrisha’s house. I needed to vent about my fight with Reshawn last night. We got into a huge one and he left with bags. I’m so sick of going through this shit,” I looked down at the menu and sighed.
We placed our order and he answered his ringing phone. It was Dalia and he was upfront about where he was. She even said hello through speakerphone. When he finished their call, he got back to my helpless ass. “I know his ass is trying to come back to New York with me and Dalia. He’s a grown man so I can’t stop him, but I will watch him. I need you to keep it together and get yourself right before we come back.”
“Come back? I thought you was staying in New York. I know all Dalia talks about is being home with her best friend.”
“I have a feeling we won’t be there for too long. How’s the studio coming along?” He gulped his drink.
“Honestly, I have begun to look. I’ve been consumed with this bullshit. I promise I will though.”
“Good, when I come back I want to be able to invest some money into it.”
The rest of lunch, we talked about everything under the sun. I was even curious about how he and Dalia managed to still be together after everything that occurred. I was more determined to make it work with Reshawn. The thing was he had to be willing to do the same. At this point, I didn’t think he was. At one point, he was willing and ready to be that man I needed him to be. Now, I couldn’t be too sure. As the saying goes, one monkey doesn’t stop the show. I still had to be a mother to my sons and make sure they were good.
Chapter Fifteen
Reshawn
The whole flight I slept and didn’t realize we had landed until I felt Dalia shaking me. I stepped out the airport and sniffed the polluted New York air. It felt great to be back in my city under better circumstances. I already had plans to party, sleep and get money the whole time I am here. Mezzie just shoved me to New York with her annoying ass. All she did was fucking nag and I was sick of having to explain myself to her. It was bad enough, the little honey I crept with started questioning me. I had to drop her ass like a hot potato. This New York trip would do our relationship some good. I would get a much-needed break, and she would see that she needed me home. Maybe that would make her stop nagging so much.
Nard and Dalia hopped in their rental and pulled off. I was supposed to be meeting with Nard later on today to go over business. Moses warned me not to get into any shit, but I knew I would have to step on a couple toes to get back where I needed to be In New York. Just as I was about to pull my phone out, the sparkling new wheels of a 2015 Jaguar pulled up to the curb. Melissa jumped out the car and ran toward me. I picked her up and s
wung her around. She giggled and lightly punched me to put her down. I missed my babe; I let her go because I was tired of all the women in my life getting hurt because of me. I made sure that when she went back to New York that I set her up right.
She lived in a nice gated community in New Jersey and she had two cars. A Benz and a Jaguar. I made sure she was living right and didn’t need anything. She knew we could never be together and she would always play second to whoever was in my life. Yeah, Mezzie got on my nerves but at the end of the day, she was my baby and I wasn’t letting her go. She was allowed to fuck around with whomever, but when daddy came into town all that shit seized. I put her down and palmed her fat ass. She laughed and helped me put my duffle bags in the back seat.
“I missed you, boo,” she said hopping in the front seat.
“Yeah, I missed you too, I almost didn’t come.” I closed the door and lit a blunt. It was a long flight and I needed to take a fatty to the face.
“Your little stripper was in her feelings again,” she snickered.
“Watch your mouth,” I warned and sat back smoking my blunt.
We arrived at her house an hour later and she helped me get all my bags settled. I plopped down on the king sleigh bed and kicked my sneakers off. Melissa was standing near the door unstrapping her heels. She was looking so good and I couldn’t help but want to get a little taste of her goodness. I knew Mezzie would have a heart attack if she knew, but what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. I motioned for her to come over to me. She seductively walked over with a sexy pouty look upon her face. I licked my lips, positioned my dreads to the back, and leaned back as she pulled at my pants.
She was like a hungry lioness and she couldn’t get those jeans off quick enough. I jerked a little when I felt her cool breath on my dick. She was blowing on it and it was making me squirm and whimper like a little bitch. She took satisfaction that she was making me weak in the knees and she hadn’t even started yet. She peeled the black and white dress off and got on her knees ass naked to serve me up.
“You missed this mouth don’t you,” she said muffled with my dick stuffed into her mouth.
I could feel the vibration from her tongue and it felt like heaven on earth. She was slurping and choking on my knob like it was a lollipop. I thrust in and out of her mouth and she accepted every inch into her mouth. This was the reason I kept her in my back pocket. She was freakier than Mezzie and Tiffany together. Maybe Mezzie might give her a run for her money. The things Mezzie could do with her mouth, pussy and ass was a work of God.
Melissa climbed up on me and straddled me. She slipped right inside her pussy and I had to be honest. She wasn’t as tight as I remembered. I ignored it because she already had me horny. My mind flashed back to Mezzie. Her pussy was the tightest even after pushing out three kids. She stayed doing Kegel exercises. She still worked out on the pole and she was amazing when working the pole. Damn, I couldn’t get my baby off my mind. I was picturing Mezzie riding me nice and slow. Making her ass clap with ever bounce she took.
“You like this baby,” Melissa moaned out of breath.
I nodded my head and she kept going. At this point, I wasn’t even hard anymore and I just wanted her to stop. Her shit was loose as a missing crayon and I couldn’t get with it. I needed a pussy to fit like a glove on my dick. Her body jerked and she rolled off of me. I got up and went to the bathroom.
“Come lay down with me,” she whined and I looked at her.
“I got money to make, don’t wait up.” I went to take a shower and meet up with Nard.
*
I met with Nard at his brownstone in Carroll Garden, Brooklyn. He and Dalia had bought a nice townhouse for their New York stay. I told him he would get more bang for his buck moving out the city. His ass didn’t listen so this is why he paid over a million for this brownstone on the block with stuffy white people. I laughed as I noticed Dalia parking her car while talking on the phone. She couldn’t parallel park for shit and as much as tired to whip it, she was still in the middle of the street. I waved to her to let me get in. She hopped out and stood on the curb.
I adjusted the seat and got in to park the car. Once I parked the car, Dalia was standing there with a sour face. I laughed because she was mad that I parked better than she did. I handed the keys to her and smiled.
“How you a New Yorker and can't parallel park?” I teased her.
“Whatever, Reshawn. Help me with these bags,” she demanded.
“Damn we ain’t been in New York a day and you already shopping.”
She pulled her head from the trunk and rolled her eyes before responding, “I ordered these prior to coming to New York. I actually saved on shipping.”
I helped her in the house with the thousands of bags and sat on the couch out of breath. Running up and down, those concrete stairs had a nigga tired as fuck. She handed me a bottle of water and plopped down beside me. She took a swig from her water and sighed. I looked around wondering where Nard’s big ass was. I hated waiting for niggas.
“He’s on his way. He took our son to his mother’s house,” she spoke up.
“Cool. You look happy to be back in New York.”
“Man, you don’t know the half. I was tired of Florida. My family is here and my best friend is here too. No disrespect to your girl, baby mama, and Moses’s girl. They cool, but I’m more comfortable home.”
“No disrespect taken.”
Nard walked in the house with a mean mug on his face. He walked over and kissed Dalia on the lips. I noticed he still had a terrible limp, but it was God’s blessing that he was able to walk. Dalia rubbed his chest a few times while he looked her in the eyes. I couldn’t deny the attraction these two shared. It was like I was standing here and they were in their own world.
“Damn, y’all was just on a flight together,” I interrupted them.
“Nigga, don’t hate cause you wanted to leave wifey home,” Nard joked and kissed Dalia one more time.
“Stay in tonight, I don’t want you out there cluckin’,” he enforced and she nodded her head.
“I wasn’t planning to, I’m tired as hell.” She switched away and went upstairs.
I followed Nard downstairs to his den. It was decked out in leather couches, bars, and a pool table in the middle of the floor. It had a bronze stripper pole in the middle of the seating area. I noticed it had its own exit, so I knew where to come when I wanted some private dances. He poured us a cup of Hennessey and sat down. He put an ice pack on his knee and downed his drink.
“Man, I stopped by my mama’s house and saw my bitch ass cousin, Malik. That nigga gotta die real talk,” he said with hate in his eyes.
“Word, why you trying to kill family?”
“He’s the reason I’m icing this knee. Punk ass nigga set up everything that went down. I found out a couple months ago. He was surprised as fuck to see me at my mama house. He over there acting like she his mama,” he vented.
“Damn, son, my bad.” That was all I was able to muster from my lips.
I could feel where Nard was coming from. His cousin was an immigrant in this country and he took him on and upgraded him. Taught him how to speak proper and to stop getting punked by niggas. So for him to turn around and betray his family; the only man that was there for him. His mama abandoned him in Haiti when he was younger. Their grandmother raised him and soon as he was older, he was shipped into the States illegally. I knew Malik and Nard from around the way. I had heard things about his cousin, but in the streets, you could never be too sure.
“Nah his bad,” he chuckled and refilled his glass.
I said I wasn’t coming to New York to be in no shit, however, Nard was family now and loyalty wouldn’t allow me to abandon him. I lifted my glass and nodded as I finished my cup. “He gotta get got.”
Chapter Sixteen
Tyrisha
I walked into the restaurant and kept reminding myself to be humble. The ball was in her court and I had to accept. However, she dec
ided to come at me. I noticed Mezzie and Tiffany sitting in the corner laughing and chatting. I hated I had to break it up, but avoiding each other had gone on too long and it was time to address the situation at hand. Mezzie stood up, hugged, and kissed me while Tiffany looked at me with a displeased expression on her face. I knew she was fidgeting with her feet under the table. I knew Tiffany like the back of my hand.
I sat down beside Mezzie and she avoided eye contact with me. She looked at her menu and paid neither of us attention. Mezzie cleared her throat and tried to make some conversation, but she never looked up. I looked at her and noticed she had a fat rock sitting on her ring finger. I was so excited for her and wanted to celebrate with her. She was bringing in a new baby and was about to marry the man of her dreams.
I cleared my throat. “Hey, Tiffany. How is Madison?” She looked at me and continued flipping through her menu.
“Tiffany, stop being stubborn. We ordered twenty minutes ago. Talk to her,” Mezzie snapped and Tiffany looked at her shocked.
“What more could I say to you?”
“Let me apologize for what happened. I wasn’t in a good place, Tiffany. I didn’t even want to go back to New York and you knew that. I cried with you for hours the night before my flight. You know how hard it dealt with Tone possibly dying,” I sniffled. Her face softened, but not enough.
“What you did was grimy and you deserved to die. You turned on us and left us for fucking dead, bitch. Our children were almost killed because of that bitch ass nigga and then you go running back to him. Please, Tyrisha, save that shit for someone else, 'cause I don’t want to hear the shit.” She grabbed her ringing cellphone.
She answered it and turned so we couldn’t hear what she talked about. Once she finished, she turned back around and smiled.
