by Angie Hayes
“I’m heading out. I’ll see you later.” I said as I left the kitchen to leave.
I had planned on sticking around for most of the morning, but decided to just leave and go chill with Katrina instead.
KATRINA
I had just finished throwing up for the third time this morning. To be honest I’m already over this shit. I hate being pregnant and not being able to go out and do what the fuck I want, but this baby here is my meal ticket for at least the next 18 years. What I’m counting on is it lasting even longer. I have always been the type of bitch that got what she wanted from niggas and kept it moving, but things were different with Rashaad. We had been fucking around since our sophomore year in high school. I never was for commitment, so I always got with whatever nigga that was popping at the time and moved on to the next when he served his purpose.
Rashaad was no different that’s why when he got with my boring ass cousin Kema, I wasn’t sweating it. I’ll admit that it was a thrill for me to keep fucking him on the basis that she thought he was all hers, especially when she would bring him around for our family functions. It was funny to see how nervous he used to act when I was around. It was a joy to sit back and watch that bitch hang on to his arm and gloat about him when I knew I had either just finished fucking him earlier that day, or was gonna fuck him later on that night.
Kema and I grew up together, and were pretty close when we were younger, but as time grew, I started to become tired of her. She was always the one that got the good grades and acted so innocent. Our family praised on Kema, especially my momma. You don’t know how many times I got tired of hearing, ‘Why can’t you just get grades like Kema,’ or ‘Why can’t you dress like a respectable young lady like Kema? My momma stayed working my nerves with that shit! I never wanted to be like her boring ass. I was fine with being the life of the party. Everywhere I went I had every nigga on sight eyes on my fat ass! I knew how to fuck and suck dick very well at an early age and because of this I snatched ballers in the process, so there was no reason for me to want to be like her.
I also didn’t give a fuck about the relationship Rashaad and Kema had. I just simply enjoyed being in the background fucking the shit out of him. That was just how we were. Now when Rashaad got drafted in the NFL, I knew I had to step my game up. The nigga was starting to get paid and I’d be damned if Kema was going to be the only one reaping those benefits. I started upping the ante on my end by being more attentive and acting like I really loved and cared for him. In the beginning when he started flying me up here to Atlanta I was cool with that. That was until one day I followed him home in my rental car without him knowing it and saw how he and Kema were living.
It was then that I turned it up. I started to whine and pretend as if I was tired of having to travel back and forth. I told Rashaad that I wanted him to permanently move me here, which he did. He also makes sure all my bills are paid and that I ride around good in the 2014 Porsche that he purchased for me. When the season was in, I still would attend his games whether they were on the road or home. I always stayed incognito so that if Kema was there she wouldn’t see me. I make sure that I was available when Rashaad wants either this good pussy or head no matter what time it was. My goal was to be Rashaad main bitch. Yeah I may have this condo, money in the bank and a car, but this shit wasn’t anything compared to how that bitch Kema was living.
Imagine how surprised I was when about six months ago Rashaad started complaining to me about how he was beginning to get tired of Kema due to the fact she wasn’t getting pregnant. That’s when the light bulb went off in my head. I realized that this was my chance to snatch him from her. I had always been on birth control because I didn’t want no fucking baby stopping my show, but as soon Rashaad mentioned that to me I got off of those pills with the quickness. Of course I had him thinking that I was still on them. When I finally got pregnant, I put on a scene! I cried and told him that I don’t know how it could have happened, before I made sure to tell him that I didn’t want to ruin his life. Rashaad assured me that everything was going to be alright and that he was going to be there for his child no matter what. That was music to my ears; all I heard was cha-ching!
After another trip to the toilet, I jumped in the shower hoping it’ll make me feel better. Once I was finished showering, I walked into my room to find Rashaad lying in my bed watching TV.
“Hey baby, I thought you weren’t coming until later?” I asked as I sat down at my vanity to lotion up.
“I was but Kema pissed me off so I decided to come chill out here early.” He replied never taking his eyes off of the television.
“Baby I don’t know why you’re still with her. What you need to do is just worry about what we got going on and our new blessing.” I said as I got up and went to lay down next him naked.
Lawd knows I didn’t give a damn about what went on with him and Kema, but I had to make sure I played the doting woman in his life right now. I had to do the complete opposite of what she was doing so that he would eventually leave her and come to me.
“I know. Look, I just need you to have a little bit more patience with me. I can’t just leave Kema like that when she’s been riding with me for this long.” He explained.
“Uh Rashaad, you act like I haven’t been here with you, matter of fact I have been here with you longer than her!” I reminded him.
His ass is not gonna sit up here and act like I haven’t been around.
“Yeah you have but let’s be real, you and I both know I wasn’t always the only nigga you were fucking with.”
“That’s because you decided to get serious with my cousin!” I told him, which was a complete lie.
“Look I didn’t come here to get into no bullshit with you, what I need is to get some sleep. How’s my baby doing?” he asked as he started rubbing my stomach.
“Your baby has had me throwing up two times already this morning.” I told him as I started to feel nauseated again as he was rubbing my stomach in a circular motion.
“Well that’s to be expected in your first trimester, it’ll get better. When is your next doctor appointment?” Rashaad asked.
“In four weeks, on July 10th.” I replied.
“Good. I wanna go, so don’t forget to remind me.” He said as his hand traveled downward and started rubbing on my pussy.
Even though I wanted to throw up, my pussy getting wet over powered that queasy feeling.
“Jump on top of daddy dick.” Rashaad commanded.
He pulled down his shorts and his dick was standing hard at attention ready for me to fuck the shit out of it. I slid down on it and instantly felt like I was about to cum. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, sex has been even better for me. I may have always been sick, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to fuck. I placed myself in a squatting position with my knees bent and my hands on his chest, and started riding his dick like I was in a rodeo.
“Damn bae, you stay riding the shit out of my dick.” Rashaad said in between his moans.
“Its mines so I can do what I want with it.” I said as I bent forward and started sucking on his ear while still grinding on his pole.
I knew that was his spot and would drive him crazy! He grabbed both of my ass cheeks as I started bouncing them up and down. He started matching my rhythm and thrusting inside of me hard. It felt so good that I felt myself cuming. Minutes later we both came hard together.
“Damn, see that’s the shit I’m talking about! This is exactly what I needed.” Rashaad said catching his breath.
I got up from off top of him and went to the bathroom to clean myself back up. As I heading out of the bathroom, Rashaad was heading into it. “I’m about to jump into the shower real quick.” He said as he slapped me on my ass.
“Alright nah, don’t start round two.” I said hoping like hell he actually didn’t want to fuck again right now.
I started feeling sick again and just wanted to lay down. While he was in the shower, I heard his phone going off. I
looked at it and noticed that home calling displayed across the screen. I already knew it was nobody but Kema’s ass. I wanted so bad to pick up the phone and tell her that her man is in the shower because I just finished fucking the shit out of him, but I knew that she might would have recognize my voice and now wasn’t the time to fuck up what I had going on with Rashaad. After the phone went to the voicemail, she then sent a text that read:
KEMA: Rashaad I hate when we fight and you leave, please come home baby so we can work this out.
I quickly erased the message and sat the phone back down on the night stand. That bitch was so pathetic. She was sitting at home begging a nigga to come back. Shit with all that money he had, I would haul ass shopping on his dime. That’s the difference between me and Kema; she is and has always been the weakest link.
KEMA
I’ve been calling Rashaad’s phone now for the past hour, and just like I expected he hasn’t answered. After he snapped on me again this morning and broke my laptop, I almost picked up my phone and called my mom. I wanted to tell her so bad to send for me to come home. Rashaad may have been making millions, but everything was in his name and we didn’t share a joint bank account. He gave me an allowance once a month by having his accountant deposit money into my account. I also was able to use his black card for other things we needed for the house or if I felt like shopping for myself. Other than that I had nothing.
People on the outside looking in thought I was living the high life as Rashaad’s woman, but they had no idea what I went through. My car was even in his name. Every time he felt the need to belittle me, he would always remind me how he could snatch all his shit away and I wouldn’t have anything. What he fell to realize was that I didn’t give a fuck about any of this materialistic shit he gave me, all I wanted was him and for us to go back to how we use to be. I thought when I told him earlier about me going back to school he would be happy, especially since he didn’t want me working. Rashaad said that since everyone knew I was his woman, I wasn’t about to have his reputation laughed at by working at some bullshit ass job.
Since Rashaad still hasn’t answered his phone, I decided to get out of the house for a while. I got into my car and headed to the mall to best buy so I could replace my laptop that he broke earlier. Once I got to the mall, I went straight to the store and started looking around to see if they had any deals going on at the moment. I was over in the electronics section browsing around when I heard these two chicks standing next to me talking.
“Girl last night was epic at Compound!” one of the girls said.
“I know right, especially that fine ass football player Rashaad Davis.” The other chick with blond hair said.
My ears immediately started burning at the mention of Rashaad’s name. I knew he went out clubbing last night, but just didn’t know which one he went to until now.
“Girl when I was dancing with that nigga in VIP, his dick was so big I thought that shit was gonna burst through my panties.” Blondie said laughing out loud.
I know my face was turning a bright shade of red because of how mad I was. This isn’t the first time I had to hear of other women talk about my man like this in my presence. Every time they did, I would confront Rashaad about it and he would just tell me that these chicks knew I was his woman and was just trying to start shit by telling lies, and after the shit I went through in high school and college with females it wasn’t hard to believe. Over the years Rashaad’s behavior has made it not so easy to just brush off these accusations anymore.
“So did you get his number?” the girl asked blondie.
“Bitch you know I did! He told me to call him this weekend so we can hook up.” Blondie replied high fiving her home girl.
I wanted to take the camera next to the laptop I was looking at and knock that bitch over the head with it, but I just left the aisle looking for the nearest sales person to let them know I wanted to purchase my item. After I finished getting rung up at the register, I spotted Thelma and Louise again as I headed out the door, both staring at me smirking. That right there let me know these hoes knew exactly who I was. I went to my car and headed straight back home. I couldn’t wait to set my new laptop up so I could hit the blogs.
Whenever I wanted confirmation on Rashaad and his hoeing around, I went straight to the blogs. Either he was that careless or just really didn’t give a damn about us anymore because he was always into some shit with other women that made their headlines. Once I made it home, I saw that Rashaad still wasn’t there which was good. I went straight to our bedroom and took the laptop and the charger out of the box to plug it up while I set it up. I cut my laptop on and set up my internet and Wi-Fi connection to it. Once my internet connected I logged on to Baller-Alert.com to see if my fiancée has a new mug shot on here.
After going through about five pages, I finally spotted a picture of him with a bottle of Peach Cîroc in one hand and a Stripper looking bitch sitting on his lap with the caption: Atlanta Falcons star running back Rashaad Davis living it up at Ludacris Birthday Celebration at Compound. So his ass was there last night. He didn’t even have the decency to ask me if I wanted to attend a celebrity birthday bash with him. He’s out here giving other bitches his phone number and posing up in the clubs with these chicks like he doesn’t have a woman at home. I browsed a couple more blog sites to see if I saw any more stories on Rashaad and was glad when I didn’t.
I closed down my laptop so it could get a complete charge and decided to head out back by the pool to the deck to relax and collect my thoughts. As I sat on the deck under an umbrella looking at the water, I started remembering how it was when we first moved here. Rashaad and I made love in the pool on the first night we moved into the house. It was that night when he told me that he couldn’t wait for me to be his wife.
I must have dozed off because I was awoken to the sound of loud laughter coming from inside of the house. I looked at my watch and noticed that it was 6:00pm. I went up the stairs from the deck into the house to find Rashaad and five of his teammates acting a fool playing that dumb ass ps4. I slammed the patio door loud to make my presence known.
“What’s up Kema?” His teammates greeted me one by one.
Everyone spoke except for that asshole Rashaad. After I spoke back, I headed upstairs to go to our bedroom when Rashaad stopped me.
“Aye Kema whip us some of your homemade nachos.” He said while still playing the game not taking his eyes off the TV.
I just sighed loudly and turned back around and headed into the kitchen to fix the nachos. After I was finished, I took them into the living room to the guys before I headed upstairs to finally take a shower and lay down. When I was done with my shower I got into the bed and drifted back off into a deep sleep. I was sleeping so peacefully until I was awaken with a slap across my head. I sat up looking crazy until my eyes landed on Rashaad standing over me on my side of the bed.
“Rashaad why did you hit me?” I asked as I rubbed the spot where he had struck me.
“Bitch you think I didn’t hear sounding irritated in front of my homeboy’s when I asked you make us some nachos?” he questioned as he hit me upside my head again. “You keep embarrassing me and shit!” he said loudly in my face.
“Rashaad I wasn’t trying to embarrass you. I went and made the nachos like you asked me to do.” I cried from the stinging sensation on my head.
“You acted like you didn’t want to do it, and if I noticed it so did they!” he yelled as he walked over to his side of the bed and started taking his clothes off.
“I’m sorry baby.” I apologized trying to smooth the situation over. I really didn’t want to be his punching tonight. Rashaad didn’t say anything as he got undressed and got under the covers. “Rashaad what happened to us? It seems like all I do is make you angry when I just try to love you.” I said to him crying.
At this point I was desperate to have us getting back to what we use to be and would do anything to get there.
“What happen
ed is you haven’t kept up your end of the bargain. I do everything for you and yet you can’t do the one thing I ask of you.” he snapped.
“Rashaad I’m trying to get pregnant. I eat right, I exercise regularly, I don’t smoke or drink, and I make sure I let you know when I’m ovulating so we can have sex! What more can I do?” I asked desperately.
“What you could do is get out of my ear with that same old shit you been telling me over and over again. Just take yo’ ass to sleep.” With that he pulled the covers up and over his head.
Feeling defeated I turned back over on my side of the bed and cried silently. This has become a normal routine for me, crying myself to sleep at night. Something has to give because I couldn’t keep going on like this.
RASHAAD
“Ahh, right there.” I moaned as I grabbed the back of this chicks head and fucked her mouth.
I started pumping harder in and out of her mouth until I exploded all my seeds down her throat. She continued to suck on the head of my dick after I came.
“Damn lil mama that’s enough, you know a nigga sensitive.” I said as I pushed her head back away.
“You taste good daddy.” She purred as she licked the rim of her top lip with her tongue.
I had just hooked up with this blond hair bitch that I met at the club last week for a quick fuck. We exchanged numbers and I told her that I would get up with her later on the weekend. The hoe must have thought I was talking about taking her out because she kept blowing up my phone and sending me text messages asking me when we were going to hook up. I ignored her for about three days, before I finally returned her messages by telling her to meet me at the Hampton Inn and Suites in downtown Atlanta, and just like I knew she would she agreed. I don’t know why women that you’ve met in the club throwing themselves all over you, who are ready to fuck you right there no matter who is watching, think that you wanna be seen with them on your arm in public.
