“This bet not be no ‘I sucked another nigga’s dick, so I’m doing some nice shit to make up for it’.”
“You know I only wanna suck your dick.” I cuddled up to him, placing my leg across his lap as he ate.
“Yeah, keep shit that way. I got plenty for you to slob on.”
“Thanks, Houston.”
“Shit is good as fuck. What you trying to do, cooking this shit for me?” His hooded brown eyes peered down into mine as I lied on his chest.
“Pull my weight.”
“Pull yo’ weight?”
“Yeah. I can’t just stay here without paying anything or contributing. So I thought I would cook for you. I can wash your clothes too. I already cleaned the bathroom, the other bedroom, the living room, and the kitchen.”
Setting the already eaten plate to the side, he gulped down some of his water before pulling me into his lap so that I was straddling him.
“I don’t need you pulling yo’ fucking weight by being my damn maid, Buttascotch.” He touched my hair. I loved when he did that, and I didn’t know why. “I mean. the cooking and washing a nigga’s drawers and shit can keep going, but everything else, I’m good on.”
“Then how?”
“How yo’ sales and shit going?”
“Great. I wanna buy a mixer because doing it by hand is too tiresome now that I’m pregnant. I’m not even showing and I’m already tired.”
“What you do with them racks I gave you?”
“Bought more product then put the rest in my savings.”
He smirked, I guess liking my answer.
“That’s how you can pull yo’ weight. I want a bitch I can get money with, not one that can clean my bathroom. All my other hoes can pull out a mop and put a spit shine on shit, but only certain females can hustle like you.” He pinched my chin. “That’s why I made you my bitch; you different, Camarih.”
“All your other hoes?”
“You know what the fuck I meant. That’s all you heard out of the shit I said?”
“No. But don’t mention your hoes around me.”
“That’s gon’ be hard to get used to, but I’ll work on it.” He pulled me closer to him by my ass while biting his lip. “You so damn fine.”
“Thank you.” I giggled.
“I just wanna put my face in this shit.” He squeezed my ass again with his big hands.
“You’re so nasty.” I rolled my eyes.
“Man, when I be eating yo’ pussy from the back, a nigga be in heaven.” He was grinning with his inappropriate ass. “And knowing this shit is mine, fuck.” He sucked on my lips, and I could feel his dick hardening under me.
I chuckled seductively when he began kissing on my neck.
“No. I have to go into work tomorrow. If we have sex now, I’m gonna oversleep.” I got off the bed and placed my clothes in the chair.
“You wear the same shit like every two weeks.” He climbed off the bed as well to undress.
“I have some more clothes at my mama’s, but I can’t go get it.” I zipped my duffel, embarrassed.
“I’ll get it.”
“Tony, no, it’s okay. It’s only a couple pairs of shorts, two dresses, and three pairs of sneakers.”
Scowling, he asked, “That’s the only clothes you got?”
“Yes. I had other priorities that didn’t include shopping. All my money went into restocking my product. If I had any left, I used that for maintenance, like nails and waxing.” I shrugged, feeling ashamed due to my lack of clothes.
“That’s dope.” He surprised me, pulling me in and pecking my lips. “I’m getting yo’ shit though. I don’t give a fuck if it’s just a pair of Jesus sandals and a Starbucks apron. It’s yo’ shit, and you my girl. Muthafuckas gon’ know to respect you when they see you, including yo’ mama and Deebo over there.”
I simpered at his name calling of Bobi.
“Okay. Thank you.” I hugged his torso. His build was perfect, not skinny, and not like some bodybuilder.
“You welcome. I gotta take you shopping though.”
“No, it’s fine. And you just got me a purse and some slides. I have enough stuff.”
“Aye, didn’t I tell yo’ ass I’ll buy my baby mama whatever the fuck I want to?” He pushed me down onto the bed.
“Yeah, but you don’t have to spend your money on me,” I replied once he got between my legs.
“You confusing me with yo’ last nigga, and I don’t like that shit. I’m not about to have you rocking the same eight fits if I got the bread to get you more. You not gon’ go hungry, scared, broke, or without any fucking thing while I’m here, you understand?”
“Yeah.” I nodded.
“Whatever the fuck you need, you come to me, nobody else. I’m yo’ man. Asking any other nigga for anything is disrespectful, and I don’t react well to being disrespected.”
I nodded again, looking up into his eyes.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Stop talking that shit just to say you ain’t ready to fuck.” He spoke lowly against my lips, making me horny. Rubbing my stomach, he asked, “You ate?”
“Yeah, I ate while I was still cooking. I was too hungry to wait.”
We chuckled.
“Shit was fire as fuck, Buttascotch. You trying to make a nigga marry you, huh?”
“No, trying to make you happy.” I tossed my arms around his neck and smiled while he rubbed my thighs.
“You got the right idea. I love to fucking eat.” Placing his hand between my legs, he said, “Especially this.”
“That’s why your head game is so good.”
“And ’cause I’m that nigga. Anything I do, I do it well.” He cheesed when I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes. Moving my hair from my face, he added, “Now I gotta figure out a way to make yo’ ass happy. You got a nigga on some corny shit.”
“You already do. You look out for me, and you protect me. I haven’t had that in a very long time. Before you, everyone in my life treated me like I was nothing. My mom, my ex, eventually my best friend.”
“Baby girl, you’ll learn when muthafuckas see you got potential and are jealous of you, they gon’ do everything in their power to make you feel like you ain’t shit. And if they can’t, they’ll try to eliminate yo’ ass.
Look at you; pretty as fuck, nice ass skin, ridiculous body, intelligent, and can whip up whatever the fuck it is these hoes like. You got plenty of shit to be jealous of. When you got a lot going for you, it’s only natural for muthafuckas to hate on you and try to keep you from winning.”
My eyes darted around Tony’s face as I listened to what he said. I’d never thought of it as jealousy, only that no one cared about me and treated me as such.
“You think that was the case?”
“Yo’ crackhead ass mama is a hater, yo’ ex is a hoe ass nigga who only brought you down in fear of you seeing he wasn’t about shit when you came up, and ya ex best friend will fuck any nigga interested in you to up her box body having ass.”
I giggled.
“My mom is not a crackhead.”
“Bitch look like one.”
“And you’ve never seen my ex best friend.”
“Tell me that hoe ain’t shaped like a fridge.” He made a face. I burst into laughter at his comment. “Exactly.”
Locking my legs around him, I pulled him in for a kiss. He immediately began removing my nightgown.
“Baby, no. Remember I work tomorrow.” I watched him toss my gown and start sucking my nipples while tugging my panties off.
In one motion, he flipped me over, put my ass slightly in the air, and then slid inside of me from behind.
“What you say?” he inquired as he glided in and out of me at a medium pace, while suckling my neck from the side.
“Uuh, mmm,” was all I could get out as I scraped the sheets.
“Huh?” he quizzed, beating it up and making our skin clap.
I’d already cum, but I was so ready for another. My snivels and
whimpers mixed perfectly with the sound of our colliding bodies, as Tony gripped my shoulder to keep me in place.
“That’s what the fuck I thought. Shut up and take this dick like you s’posed to.”
Two days later…
I didn’t have to work today, so Tony was taking me to my mama’s house to pick up the rest of my things. I didn’t really care about the few little cheap pieces of clothing I had, but some of my trinkets mattered to me.
Tony had his friend, who worked for a moving company, follow us so that they could bring my bed and all the furniture in my room. I’d paid for all of it, because my mother refused to. I slept on an air mattress for almost a year until I’d saved up enough to buy an actual bed.
“Tony.” I covered my mouth when he drove right into the lawn, parking all slanted. “My mom is gonna murder you.”
“I doubt it. And I’m gon’ tell you right now, if one of them females try some shit with me, I won’t hesitate to put hands on them.”
I didn’t know why he was telling me this as if I wasn’t aware of the type of man he was. He told me I was the only woman outside of his little sister, Jilly, that he wouldn’t hit. I believed him. I’d done a lot to him, and the most I’d gotten was a jaw squeeze.
“I know, but try not to.”
Ignoring me, he got out of the car, so I did the same. Nervous as hell, I followed him up to the door as if this was his mother’s place. I stayed behind him as he rung the doorbell, and we waited until my mama finally pulled the door open.
“Yes?” She instantly frowned seeing Tony. “I know damn well you didn’t park on my law—“
“Aye, we need to get the rest of her shit. She gon’ get her clothes, then my people’s gon’ get her furniture and shit.” He pointed over his shoulder, using his thumb.
“Negro, you nor your whore are coming into my damn house for shit!” My mama folded her arms, stepping up into the doorway even more. “Ah!” She screamed when Tony grabbed her ponytail and tossed her off to the side.
“Go ’head,” he told me, so I hurried inside with him behind me.
“Get out!” My mom shouted, probably still on the ground of her porch.
“Hey, what the hell!” Bobi emerged from the bathroom.
“I suggest you sit yo’ ass down so we can make this shit easier.”
“Or what, nigga?” Bobi moved closer to Tony and me. He pushed me behind him.
“I can handle you just like I did yo’ bitch.” He stared down into Bobi’s face and then chuckled smugly at her. “You think you got a dick, huh?” He laughed, as Bobi’s face contorted.
“Fuck you—arrghh!” Bobi put her hands on Tony to push him, but he gripped her wrist and gut punched her ass, forcing her to bend over.
“Get yo’ shit, Camarih.” He let Bobi drop to the floor and then went to tell his friends to come in.
I could hear my mama talking shit as she rushed in to make sure Bobi was okay.
I quickly packed the rest of my clothes, and then Tony’s two friends entered to grab my furniture. Tony stood in my doorway, supervising, and once I was finished, he walked me out.
Sitting on the couch were my mama and Bobi. I wanted to laugh because Bobi looked to still be in pain, and my mom’s fresh ponytail was now loose and crooked from being thrown by it.
“You better never come back, Ari.” My mom glared at me.
“Don’t talk to her.” Tony took my bag to hold and gestured for me to walk out.
As we descended the porch steps, I saw my old neighbor Nathan rush into the yard. My mom was nicer to him than me, as if he was her son or something.
“Hey, man, what you did isn’t cool.” Nathan stepped to Tony who laughed.
“Muthafucka, I’m gon’ give you two seconds to take yo’ square ass back to where you came from.”
“Nathan, don’t.” I chimed in, warning him.
“Nah, I’m not—”
WHAM!
In a flash, Tony decked Nathan between the eyes, making him stumble and trip on the uneven concrete of the driveway. He tried to get up, but Tony put his foot on his neck.
“Now remember where the fuck you at, bruh. This my city. When you see me, you show some fucking respect, or next time, I’m gon’ put a bullet in yo’ shit. You understand, nigga?”
Nathan nodded as best as he could as his eyes watered. By the time Tony took his foot off of his neck, the guys were coming out with my stuff. Tony and I got into his car to wait until they were finished bringing everything.
“You are so crazy!” I laughed. “I shouldn’t laugh at what you did to my mom.”
“Why she kick you out?” Tony was watching his homies but eventually looked my way.
“Found out I was pregnant, and then she umm… she didn’t like what I told her about her girlfriend Bobi.”
Tony was silent, staring out of his front windshield. I couldn’t really read him right now.
“What you tell her?”
“That Bobi had been flirting with me and trying to have sex. She got far with me that night, so I hit her, and she lied to my mom saying I had a boy over. That’s why she made me take the pregnancy test.” I twiddled my thumbs as I stared down at them.
“Got far? Fuck you mean she got far?”
“Nothing, Tony.”
“How the fuck did she get far?” He reiterated his question.
“She got her fingers… I don’t want to talk about this; it’s embarrassing.”
Tony nodded, eyes squinted, and lips tucked like he was thinking. His thinking face was so sexy.
“Don’t be embarrassed to tell me shit.” He made me look at him. “You gotta know ain’t nobody gon’ fuck with you.”
I nodded, allowing him to kiss me.
“Thank you for punching Bobi in the gut.” I laughed against his lips.
“Her big ass.” He shook his head, cranking his car up since his friends were done loading the U-Haul like truck. “But I ain’t done with her ass for trying to fuck on you.”
“No, Houston—”
“Save ya breath, Buttascotch.” He floored it down the street in his fast ass car.
All this time, I’d been dealing with people who didn’t give a fuck about me, and now I had someone who was crazy over me. I can’t say I didn’t like it.
Shanece
A few days later…
I finished my makeup, so I rose to my feet to take a look at myself in my full-length mirror. I kept it simple with just jeans and a tube top, since Camarih and I would just be outside all day for some event that Tony Wacko was having. I surely wasn’t excited to see his rude ass. And today just might be the day that we endured a fistfight.
“Okay, baby, are you feeling alright? I got all your food prepped and in containers. So all you have to do is warm it up.” I kissed Paul.
“Thanks.” He looked me over then asked, “Where you going again?”
“Just this little neighborhood event, I guess you can call it. I’m going with Camarih.”
“Camarih Marlon.” He adjusted himself in bed. “I looked her up on Instagram, and she seemed cool.”
“Seemed?” I chuckled. “She is. I promise, when she comes over you’re gonna like her.”
“I’m not sure I will. She’s always taking my wife out of the house.”
“Baby, I can stay if you want me to.” I was praying he let me go.
Before Camarih, all I did was work and come home to play nurse. I needed fresh air and to be out, but I never had anyone to go with. Paul was way too sick to go anywhere but to his doctor’s appointments. Well, let me rephrase that; he was too lethargic to go anywhere outside of his doctor’s appointments.
“Nah, you go ahead. Just don’t have too much fun. Remember, you’re married, and she’s single.”
“She’s not single. She has a man.”
“Oh right, the singer.”
“No, not Prince anymore.” I put a toothbrush to my edges. “You know a guy named Tony Wacko?” I looked at Paul through the
mirror.
“Oh, ignorant ass nigga from Leimert Park.”
“Yes.” I giggled. “That’s her man.”
“How long you gon’ be gone? Hopefully not long. I don’t feel comfortable with you being around niggas like Wacko.” Paul began coughing hard, so I rushed to caress his back until it seized.
“He’s cool,” I lied.
“He may be, but he’s crazy and reckless.”
“I’ll be fine, and I’ll get home around 7 p.m. at the latest, okay?”
“Sounds good.”
I kissed Paul once more and then checked my phone to see Camarih had texted me to let me know she was here. I hurried out to the car as quickly as I could, exhaling heavily once I got in on the passenger’s side.
“You okay?” Camarih laughed.
“Yeah. Just nice to feel the sun on my skin.”
“It is nice out right now. I just hope they have a lot of food there because I am hungry.” Camarih pulled off.
“That would be nice. I’m not excited to see your man though.” I smacked my lips playfully.
“I know you guys got off on the wrong foot, but I will talk to him today.”
“Wrong foot? Girl, no. He’s just rude and disrespectful as fuck. I swear, soon as bitch comes out of his mouth, I’m smacking him.”
“Please don’t.” Camarih laughed. “Tony isn’t all there.”
“Neither am I.”
I wasn’t gon’ lie, I was a little bit afraid of the nigga, but I had too much pride to allow myself to be disrespected constantly.
Camarih and I listened to music and enjoyed the rest of the ride to the event. When we pulled up, I saw it was some ghetto ass car wash in the hood, packed with people all out in the parking lot area. There were a couple grills with people cooking food on them and then a long serving table where you stood in line to get your plate piled up.
“Okay, this is good.” Camarih parked before checking herself out in the visor mirror.
“What is this for?” I quizzed as we walked from the car to be closer to the festivities.
“Collects money to put back into the city and stuff. Tony knows some guy that helps renovate buildings, so he uses the money to improve the businesses around here.”
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