Fallin' For a Thug

by Mz. Lady P

  “May I start you guys off with any drinks?”

  “I’ll have a ice tea,” Khalil spoke.

  “And for you ma’am.”

  “I’ll have the same.”

  “Would you like to start off with any appetizers?”

  “The shrimp spring rolls, and crispy potato cakes will be fine, thank you.” It was amazing how he could speak so proper without losing his thug swag.

  “Tell me about yourself, La’Tissa.”

  “What do you want to know?” I asked.

  “Everything.”

  “Ok. Well I’m twenty-three. I’ve been working as a parole officer for a little over two years now. I basically work, and go home to be honest.”

  “What about your social life?” he challenged.

  “What about it?”

  “Do you have one?”

  “Besides hanging with my two best friends that’s about all the socializing I do.”

  “Where your man?”

  “Trust me if I had one, I wouldn’t be sitting here with you,” I said and took a sip of the tea that the waiter placed down in front of me.

  Khalil grabbed a shrimp spring roll and started munching down on it. I placed my order first for a creamy parsnip soup and a baby arugula salad with shrimp. He gave me a side eye before ordering two crispy cod fish sandwiches.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” I finally asked after our orders were placed.

  “You are very beautiful,” he replied causing me to blush.

  “Thank you,” I smiled. “What about you, tell me about yourself.”

  “I’m twenty five, I have a daughter, Kha’Liyah who is five years old. She is now a big part of my life now that I have full custody of her. The lady that holds the key to my heart is my mother and she’s waiting on meeting the right woman to hand it over to, I’m hoping that it’s you. You are a very wise woman, so you know what I do for living. I am a natural born thug and there’s no way I can take that out of me. I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m really feeling you so let’s see what happens.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying to ride out with a nigga and let’s see where it take us.”

  I was taken aback by his statement. I kept hearing Tosha in my head telling me to take a chance. I was real nervous and I felt myself having an anxiety attack.

  “I’m not that nigga that’s tryna hurt you,” he said as he noticed my uneasiness. I finally nodded my head and agreed to giving things a try.

  When we were done with lunch, Khalil took me on a boat ride on the river. The setting was so romantic. I sat back and sipped a cup of wine while Khalil rubbed my feet. We talked more about his daughter and her mother. I was worried about the baby mama drama, but he ensured me that there wouldn’t be any.

  I was upset when our date ended. I was really enjoying myself that I didn’t want it to end so soon. The drive back to the office was really quick. I slowly gathered my things and prepared to leave. Khalil walked me to my car then opened his arms for a hug. Our bodies touched and I immediately felt electric currents shoot through my body. I hadn’t felt this way about a dude since Joubert.

  “Call me when you get home,” he said as he pulled me closer to him. The smell of his cologne invaded my nostrils and I instantly became high. He brought his lips down to mine and kissed me. After the initial shock wore off, I parted my lips and allowed his tongue in. His hands began to roam all over my ass as he grabbed handful of it and caused me to moan.

  I was becoming real comfortable in his arms. The thought of me waking up next to him every morning was something I could get use to. We parted and I felt my body going through withdrawals.

  “Damn you taste good,” he said while he continued to fondle my ass

  “It’s all real.” I smirked referring to my ass

  “Oh, I know,” he winked. “You need to get home before I lose my cool.” He grabbed the keys from my hand, unlocked the door, and opened it for me.

  “Thank you. I had a nice time.”

  “Anytime ma, don’t forget to call me when you get home. Drive safe.”

  “I won’t, you too.”

  He watched me pull out of the parking lot before getting in his car and driving in the opposite direction. A huge smile spread across my face as my mind replayed today’s events. I was still unsure about allowing him in, but that was a chance I was gonna have to take.

  “Mariah, let me call you back this hoe finally made it home.” Tosha humored the bitch that was on the other side of the phone. “How was your date, Ms. Thang?”

  “It was iight.”

  “You come in the house smiling like you just hit the jackpot and you gon’ try to tell me it was just iight, uh uh, bitch spill it.”

  “I really enjoyed myself. He was very attentive and a perfect gentlemen. He took me to Canoe and we had a nice little romantic lunch followed by a boat ride. Then he…”

  “Put that dick in yo life?” she interrupted.

  “No, we just shared a kiss, a very sensual one.”

  “Awww, do you plan on seeing him again?”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Well dinner is in the oven, I’m about to head home to deal with my problems.”

  “Don’t do nothing crazy.”

  “Crazy is my middle name boo. I’ll call you later.”

  I locked the door behind Tosha and undressed while walking toward the bathroom. I filled the tub up with water and bubbles then grabbed me a bottle of Pink Moscato. Slipping my body in the water, I grabbed my phone and dialed Khalil’s number. It rang, and then went to voicemail. I sent him a text letting him know that I arrived home safely, and then laid back to enjoy my bath.

  Chapter 12

  Tosha

  My black Christian Louboutin red bottoms vigorously tapped against the bar stool as I sat legged crossed highlighting all the unauthorized purchases that were made. I was on fleek dressed in a fire engine red mini dress with the back cut out displaying my tramp stamp that Ronnie loved so much. My hair was laid and my face was beat. Tonight we were supposed to go celebrate our anniversary, but I had other plans.

  With every mark I made with this yellow Sharpie highlighter, I could feel my blood pressure rise. It was one thing hearing the purchases over the phone, but to see them pissed me off. I couldn’t believe this nigga was being so messy with his shit. If he wanted to cheat and buy his bitch shit, why do it with a credit card that we shared. That alone let me know that he ain’t give a fuck.

  “Happy anniversary!” Ronnie said and handed me a big box that was covered in satin pink wrapping paper. I was so blinded by rage that I didn’t even hear him come in. “Let me go hop in the shower and I’ll be ready in a few. You look real sexy by the way.”

  “Thank you,” I said as I got up and grabbed my purse and keys.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Out.”

  “I thought we had plans. I made reservations.”

  “Take that bitch that’s been running up the credit card bill.”

  “What bitch?”

  “The bitch you was at the Gucci store buying six thousand dollars worth of shit for, that bitch!”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Read it and weep,” I yelled and tossed the papers at him “I even highlighted the purchases for you.”

  “Chill out, so we can talk.”

  “I’m done talking. You was out doing you, so now it’s time for me to do me!”

  “What the fuck that’s supposed to mean?”

  “It means exactly how it sounds. All them fucking degrees you got and you can’t comprehend.”

  “Get fucked up if you want to?”

  “By who, Ronnie? You?” I asked and clapped my hands for a more dramatic effect.

  “You ain’t going nowhere if it ain’t with me!”

  “Watch me!” I yelled and slammed the door behind me.

  I got in my car and burnt rubber. I sent my date a text letting him know th
at I would be pulling up at the theater in a few. I pulled in the parking lot of Encore and checked my face in my compact mirror.

  “You look beautiful,” Gunz greeted me with a hug. He wasn’t looking too bad himself in an all black button up, black slacks, and black dress shoes. He was getting his sexy on and he looked good. It was nice to see a street nigga that could switch up his style from the traditional jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers.

  “Thank you,” I blushed “You look nice yourself.”

  “You lucky I like you or I wouldn’t be in here watching no damn musical.”

  “You’re going to like it, I promise.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  “Then our next date is on me.”

  “You just confirmed a second date. Damn your man fucked up that bad?” he said and nodded toward my wedding ring.

  “That’s a different story for a different day, lets enjoy tonight.”

  “Cool with me,” he said and led me by the small of my back.

  We enjoyed watching Life Is A Cabaret while enjoying a delicious tapas meal. Just as I promised, Gunz was so into the show. Who would have known a thug could enjoy Broadway so much. After the show, we ended up taking a walk in downtown Atlanta.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked as we walked hand in hand.

  “Yeah, it was cool. I’m not even going to lie.”

  “I told you.”

  “Let me ask you a question.”

  “Shoot.”

  “Did you only call me because you was going through problems with your husband?”

  “You want me to be honest?”

  “Yes keep it 100.”

  “Yes,” I answered with my head down.

  “So, what I’m supposed to be some revenge fuck?” he asked as he lifted my head up to meet his gaze.

  “Wait, no it’s not even like that.”

  “Ok, so what happens when you go back home to him?”

  “We’ll still keep in touch. I really did enjoy your company.”

  “You playing with fire.”

  “I have a first aid kit just in case I get burned,” I smirked.

  “Ohhh, I like that. Where to now?”

  “Let’s go get some drinks.”

  We piled in his car and headed to Vortex Bar and Grill. My phone kept ringing off the hook with calls from Ronnie. Gunz gave me a look and I turned it off. Ronnie wasn’t thinking about me when his dick was buried in the next bitch’s pussy so he didn’t need to worry about me now. He could go crazy looking for me for all I cared.

  “Damn ma you finna get fucked up,” Gunz said as he licked his blunt and sealed it close. I was throwing back them Long Island Iced Teas as if it was water.

  “I’m good, I can hold my liquor,” I slurred.

  “You sure? You can barely sit straight, ma you leaning hard right now.”

  “Let me hit,” I said as I reached for the blunt.

  “This that real shit. This ain’t no bap ass weed.”

  “You gon’ sit there and run your mouth or can I get a hit?”

  He handed me the blunt and I took a puff. This was the first time I smoked in a long time so my lungs felt premature once it was hit by the smoke. It felt as if I swallowed a hot coal that was how bad it burned. I began coughing violently while waving my hands from side to side like I was drowning and in need of a lifeguard.

  “I told you this was some good weed,” Gunz laughed and handed me a cup of water. “You a rookie, let me show you how it's done.” He inhaled some smoke and puffed it in my mouth. “Inhale then release.”

  I did what I was told and instantly felt a buzz. We sat in the VIP section of the bar as I smoke the weed from his mouth until the joint was finished. By the end of the night, I was too fucked up to drive, so I ended up at his house. I told him to drop me off at a hotel, but he wanted to make sure I sobered up before bringing me back to my car.

  We arrived to his house and he tried to give me a tour, but I was too fucked up to pay attention. He handed me a t-shirt, some boxers, and a towel then gave me the master bedroom to stay in. Before I could make it to the bathroom to clean up, my body gave up and I passed out on his eight-piece Silk Luxury bedding set.

  I woke the next morning to a gruesome headache. Looking around, I realized that the bed I was laying in didn’t belong to me. I racked my brain trying to replay last night's events in my head and the last thing I could remember was getting fucked up and passing out. I wasn’t too sure if we had sex or if we even used protection.

  “Good morning,” Gunz chimed as he walked in the room holding a tray of food. He was shirtless, and his body was so robust. The way his six-pack was cut and defined made my pussy cry out.

  “Hey. Did we…?”

  “Nah. If we did, trust me you would have remembered.”

  “And why is that?”

  “Because daddy long stroke would have put it on ya right. You would have been in here looking through the yellow pages for divorce lawyers,” he laughed.

  “Oh, please.”

  “But on the real, I brought you some food and pills for that headache I know you woke up with. I ran down to Target and got you some things so you can shower and change into.”

  “Thank you.”

  “The pleasure is all mine. Eat up, get cleaned, and come kick it with me before you go back home to your husband.”

  He walked out the room and left me with a tray filled with fish, shrimp, grits, and honey biscuits. After guzzling down the food, I took the pills and washed down two cups of orange juice. I sat with my head against the plush headboard and admired his room. Everything was decorated nicely in a black and gold color scheme. His clothes were neatly hung in the closet. He even had his sneakers stacked in the order they were released. I ran my hand through his cologne collection taking a whiff of them.

  Once I was done snooping around, I went in the bathroom to clean up. While waiting for the water to get warm, I turned on my phone and instantly notifications began to buzz through my phone. I had a total of sixty-three text messages, and thirty-two voicemails. A few of them were from La’Tissa and Mariah asking me about my night. I sent them a text letting them know I would call them on three-way. Then I deleted all of the messages Ronnie sent me without viewing them.

  I was still very much in love with Ronnie, but I was also hurt. I didn’t know what the future held for us, but I did have to at least go home and face the music. I was afraid of the truth, but I had to know. I wanted to know what I wasn’t doing that another woman was. A part of me strongly felt it was because I didn’t want to have a baby for him. If that was the case, he should have sat me down and we could have worked something out instead of him dick hopping.

  Concluding my shower, I grabbed the Egyptian towel off of the rack and wrapped it around my body. Grabbing the body butter Gunz bought me, I began to lather my body with it. Slipping the canary yellow maxi dress over my head, I didn’t need a bra because my breast stood up perfectly without one. I also decided not wear any panties; I was funny like that. I had to wash my underwear before they touched my cooch.

  I strapped the gold sandals around my ankles, and then brushed my hair into a nice, long ponytail. I gave myself a twirl as I sprayed the Kim K perfume all over my body. Cleaning up the mess I made, I gathered all my things, placed them in the Target bag, and left the bathroom.

  “You clean up nice,” Gunz smiled.

  “You got jokes, huh?”

  “Nah, I’m good. You kicking it with me or do you have to run home to your husband?”

  “I’ll kick it with you for a little bit, I’m a grown woman.”

  “Good. Can you play pool?”

  “I’m the queen.”

  “Well come show me what you got.”

  He led me to his game room where we played multiple games of pool. We were playing for money and I was eating his pockets up. He was now three thousand dollars in the hole and still wanted to rack the balls up.

  “You not tired of losing all your m
oney?” I asked.

  “I’m not hurting behind three grand.”

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “It depends.”

  “If you got so much money, why you not living outside the hood?”

  “I’m a hood nigga. Always was and always will be. Money ain’t gon’ change that.”

  “You not scared you might get robbed?”

  “Niggas know better than to fuck with me.”

  “I guess you got it like that.”

  “Something like that.” He shrugged. “Let’s go grab some lunch then, I’ll drop you off to your car.”

  “If they ain’t tow it.”

  “I spoke to the owner, they holding it down for you.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Howard A. Gold,” he said as he pulled out a blunt and fired it up.

  “Who's that?”

  “Atlanta’s best divorce lawyer.”

  Chapter 13

  Lori

  Today was my eighteenth birthday and instead of celebrating I was packing my clothes. I was now old enough to move out of my mama’s house without her calling to report me as a runaway. Ronnie had already got me a nice two-bedroom apartment that I spent my spare time decorating. Everything was set and all I had to do now was move my things in.

  “Oh, so you think you grown now?” Mama asked once she came in my room.

  “I been grown.”

  “You think that nigga gon’ stay with you?” she snarled. “Right after you have that baby he gon’ leave yo ass.”

  “Just like daddy left you? Newsflash, I’m not you! I know how to keep my man!”

  “Yeah, ok. You got another thing coming for you if you think these niggas give a fuck about you. Just because he buy you used cars and shit don’t mean he want you. I can already see it, you ain’t nothing but a side bitch. I peep game.”

  “You don’t know shit,” I yelled even though she was telling the truth. I knew Ronnie was married, but he showed me the documents he was drawing up for his divorce. He promised that once the baby got here that it was going to be just us as a family.