by Angie Hayes
“Nigga you funny. First, you don’t answer yo phone when I call. Then, you wanna act like you still stuck up under Katrina ass when I come by your house and now you wanna come over here and question me? Boy bye!” I said to him laughing as I continued to pack my clothes.
“I don’t give a fuck about that you talking; I asked you a question Katrina, where are you going?” he asked again.
“Since you wanna be so damn nosey I’m going with my momma to new York to visit a family friend.” I said lying straight to his face.
“What family friend?” he asked.
“Damn just ‘cause you fucking two cousins don’t mean you know all our fucking family!” I shot at his ass annoyed.
I was already pissed that I had to go on this trip in the first place, so Rashaad coming in here questioning me ain’t making shit better.
“Whatever Katrina, look I ain’t come over here to argue with yo ass, but I do have a right to know what’s going on with you especially since you carrying my baby.” He said
“Oh now you’re concerned about your baby? You wasn’t concerned when I was calling yo ass and you didn’t answer!” I reminded him.
“Look I apologize for that. I was just trying to get things in control at home first so I could focus on ya’ll.” Rashaad said as he reached out to rub my stomach.
“Oh really Rashaad? So basically you had to make sure Kema was ok first before your child well-being?” I questioned him as I removed his hand off of my stomach.
I know I’m supposed to play along as the good little side chick, but Rashaad was testing my nerves!
“It’s not like that Katrina.”
“Then what’s it like? because that’s what it sounds like to me.”
“Like I said, I just needed to make sure everything was straight at home so I wouldn’t have no drama that’s all.” He tried to reassure me.
I wasn’t buying shit he was spitting right now, but I knew I had to get my emotions under control.
“So basically what you standing here telling me is that you and Kema gonna work things out while me and your child still stay in the background?” I asked him with my hands on my hip waiting on an answer.
“My child will never stay in the background.”
He finally answered.
“Oh but I will? News flash boo just in case you forgot, we are a package deal. My child will not be the only one that’s your concern Rashaad. Now I’ve been more than fair to you by staying back and letting you handle shit like you asked, but it seems like all that you’re handling is your relationship with Kema!”
Rashaad walked up closer to me and I could smell the liquor on his breath. Immediately, my pussy got wet with the mixture smell of liquor and his Polo cologne invading my nostrils.
“I know you and my baby are a package deal, which is why I plan on taking care of you both baby. But I need you to let me handle things my way ok?” Rashaad said as he slid his hand down the front of my boy shorts rubbing on my pussy. Even though I’ve been grinding my pussy with Pam lately, it’s nothing like having a fat ass dick knocking down these walls.
“Hmmm.” I groaned as I started grinding on Rashaad finger.
“Bend that ass over the bed.” Rashaad ordered as he took off my boy shorts.
I turned around and bent my ass over like he and said spread my ass cheeks.
“Oh shit!” I yelled out as I felt his dick slid up in me.
“Throw that shit back ma.” Rashaad whispered in my ear as he leaned on my back kissing the back of my neck.
I started moving my ass back and forth and tightening my walls in the process. I knew that shits drive him crazy when I grip his dick with my pussy.
“Damn I missed yo ass!” Rashaad yelled out as he started pounding my ass harder.
My phone started ringing but, there was no way I was about to hop off this good ass dick to answer it, so whoever it was would just have leave a message. Suddenly there was a pounding at my front door.
“What the fuck?” I said out loud as we continued to fuck.
“Fuck who ever that is, I need to get this nut!” Rashaad grunted.
We continued fucking and ignored whoever it was at my door. I came twice and finally Rashaad nutted all up inside me.
Rashaad collapsed on top of me and my phone started ringing again. I finally reached for it to see my sister Yolanda was the one calling.
“I hope that ain’t no nigga that keeps blowing yo shit up.” Rashaad stated as he got up and headed into the bathroom.
There was knock again at my door. I got up and grabbed my robe to throw on. As I went to answer the door I felt Rashaad sperm seeping out of me. I looked to through the peep hole to see Yolanda standing on the other side of my door.
“So we don’t know how to call first before we come?” I asked her as I opened my door.
“I did call, but you didn’t answer and I really needed to talk to you.” Yolanda said as she invited her ass in without an invitation.
“Yolanda you just don’t pop up when I don’t answer my phone.” I reminded her as I followed her into the living room.
“I’m sorry Katrina but I just ran into Eddie down at Sidebar and he had the nerve to be down there enjoying drinks and shit with his friends but I’ve been calling and texting his ass for the past three days and he has yet to answer me!” She yelled as she started crying.
Between her and Katrina, I’m so over these bitches crying behind these niggas. If they would just learn to love they asses with their pussy and pockets instead of their hearts they wouldn’t be so caught up.
“Girl calm down, now tell me what happened.” I said with disgust. Before she could start talking Rashaad came out the bedroom.
“Yo Katrina I’m about to bounce, but we not finish discussing our business, so when you come back from ya lil trip we need to talk.” He said as he stood in front of us.
“I didn’t know we were discussing anything.” I said rolling my eyes at his ass.
“Wait a minute didn’t I just see you?” Yolanda asked pointing at Rashaad.
“Oh really, where did you see him at?” I inquired to Yolanda.
“He was with Eddie earlier down at the sports bar.” Yolanda confirmed.
“Yeah, what are you doing here now?” Rashaad asked her.
“She’s here visiting me, her sister.” I informed him smirking at his ass.
“Sister?” Rashaad repeated as if he didn’t hear me right the first time.
“That’s right sister. I told yo ass earlier that you didn’t know all my family, unless you plan on fucking her too.”
“I swear lately you always seem to be on this dumb shit. Make sure you holla at me soon as you get back.” Rashaad said as he finally walked out the door to leave.
Once he was gone I turned my attention back to Yolanda.
“So what happened now?” I asked her.
“Shit it seems like you got more going on than I do! Who was that?” Yolanda questioned.
“That’s my baby daddy and my business. Now what is it that had you keep blowing me up and popping up at my house Yolanda?” I asked her again agitated.
She sat there and explained to me how she rolled up on her dude and Rashaad at the bar and tried to show her ass but buddy shut that down.
After she was done explaining it all to me, she sat there looking like a lost lil puppy with all that crying shit.
“Girl you need to get your shit together. How you gone let a muthafucka dictate what you do? And have yo ass sitting here crying while he obviously goes home to his wife and kids without a care in the world. If you wanna play the position of his side family, then either you suck this shit up and continue to leave things the way they are or you start making that nigga play by your rules.” I informed her.
“What do you mean play by my rules?” Yolanda asked, looking at me confused.
“I swear Yolanda it’s hard to believe that we came out of the same pussy. Girl, you got this nigga kids and have been his si
depiece for years. It’s obvious that he doesn’t want his wife to know shit and that he’s not leaving her. You need to learn how to make his ass march to yo beat and do you in the process. Like, why in the hell are you even trying to be committed to a married dude anyway?”
“I love him Katrina, you just don’t understand.” Yolanda tried to explain to me.
“You right, I don’t understand, especially when ya’ll be hollering this love this shit. My advice to you is to stop this crying shit and stop trying to give this nigga choice. If he still don’t want his wife to find shit out, then he needs to do whatever he needs to do in order to keep you happy and quiet.”
Hopefully, what I was saying to her was sinking in because I hate to waste my damn breath.
“Now on that note, I need to get back to packing boo. I got an early flight out in the morning to New York on business.” I got up and headed to the front door hoping Yolanda would take the hint and leave.
“Ok, well thanks. Maybe when you get back you can come over and spend some time with your nieces and me.” Yolanda suggested.
“Sure sis. I’ll call you when I get back in, love ya.” I said as I gave her a kiss on the cheek and closed the door behind her.
I went back into my bedroom and took a quick shower to wash Rashaad dried up juices off of me. After I was done showering, I continued to pack the rest of my things, got something quick to eat out of the kitchen and lay down to get some sleep. I decided to be a little messy tonight and take a pick of my bump and post it on Instagram with the caption Daddy just kissed his lil angel goodnight and tagged Rashaad ass in the photo! I posted the shit on Facebook as well and tagged him there also. I knew Kema would see it since we both were following one another on both social network sites. She wanted to play step momma, well she was about to feel my wrath. I’ll deal with Rashaad when I get back, but right now I needed to focus on making sure that my plan stays intact.
KEMA
As God is my witness I swear I’m about to fuck Katrina up. First she fucks my man behind my back, then, she shows up to my house like she some type of boss bitch running shit, and now she posted this ridiculous ass picture on Instagram and Facebook showing her stomach and tagging Rashaad in them!
I know Rashaad claimed that Katrina’s baby might be his, but this bitch is sure going hard to let everyone know he is the daddy. Times like this I really wish I could talk to my mom or even had friends to confide in. Speaking of friends, I realized that I haven’t heard from Pam in a minute. I decided to call her up and see if she can meet me for drinks and some chat.
“Hey girl I haven’t heard from you, what are you up to?” I asked soon as Pam answered the phone.
“I know and I’m sorry for not reaching out. I’ve just been so busy with the kids.”
“It’s ok. Listen, if you aren’t doing anything would you mind meeting me for drinks and some girl chat this afternoon? I really need someone to talk to.” I explained.
“Sure. I’m actually free now and can meet you there within the next hour or so.”
“That’ll be great. Thanks boo I’ll see you soon.” I said as I hung up the phone.
I ran upstairs to take a quick shower. Afterwards I threw on a pair of fitted Robin jeans and a BCBG half tank shirt. I put my hair in a messy bun, threw on my Paul Pierre sunglasses and headed out the door.
Rashaad left out earlier claiming he had a meeting with his agent, but whatever. I just hope that when I come back home his ass will either still not be here or be asleep. I just didn’t feel like dealing with him right now.
Once I pulled up to the restaurant, I parked and went inside to find Pam already seated at a booth close to the entrance.
“Hey doll, you look cute” Pam greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.
“You look nice too, and believe me when I say that I look better than I feel.” I responded as I grabbed the menu.
The waiter came over and took our complete orders and left to go get our drinks and appetizers.
“Aww what’s wrong Kema?” Pam finally asked me once the waiter left.
Before I could answer her, I just put down my head and started crying.
“Pam everything is such a complete mess that I don’t even know where to begin!” I sobbed softly making sure no one else could hear.
Pam reached across the table and grabbed my hand consoling me.
“What’s going on Kema, talk to me.” She pleaded.
“Not only is the rumors true about Rashaad getting some bitch pregnant, but the bitch is my cousin Katrina! Then she has the audacity to just show up to our place the other day and try and throw the shit in my face. Now she’s all over Instagram and Facebook posting pictures and shit tagging Rashaad’s name in her foolishness! I don’t how I’m supposed to deal with all of this Pam.” I took the napkin and wiped my tears just as the waiter came back with our drinks and appetizers.
“Wait your cousin? How did you find out?” Pam inquired.
“Girl I had an appointment at the OBGYN again just to make sure nothing was wrong as to why I still wasn’t getting pregnant, and when I walked in I saw Rashaad’s ass sitting up in that bitch. I kept asking him what he was doing there and then Katrina’s ass comes from the back.” I explained.
“So what is Rashaad saying about all of this?”
“He keeps telling me how he’ll handle her and how I just need to focus on us.”
“Kema I know you love Rashaad and all, but how in the hell can it be us when he not only cheated on you, but cheated on you with your own cousin?” Pam questioned me while looking at me as if I had lost my damn mind.
“I know it sounds horrible Pam” I went to explain. “Fuck that, it is horrible!” she cut me off.
“I know, but I really love Rashaad. I gave up so much to be with him just to let some side bitch, let alone my cousin come between us.”
“Kema, you didn’t let Katrina come in between you and Rashaad, he did. Now I’ve been around the league long enough to know how this goes. You think it’ll stop once that baby gets here? Hell no! Next it’ll be child support and then her ass a probably be talking to every tabloid and newspaper that’ll listen about the infamous football player Rashaad’s love child.”
“So you think I should leave him?” I questioned Pam
“I think you should put yourself first and do what’s best for you. So if that involves you leaving Rashaad, then yes!” Pam answered truthfully.
The waiter came back with our food and we both started eating in silence. I was thinking about everything she had just said to me and knew that she was telling the truth, but it’s so hard to make the right decision when your heart is the only one speaking to you.
“Look Kema I like Rashaad, I really do. But he’s a popular athlete in the league so with that comes a lot of heart ache. I’ve seen it happen to a lot of women dating athletes time and time again.” Pam spoke to me.
“I hear ya. I just wanna be able to say I gave it my all before I completely walk away. Besides, I can’t let that bitch Katrina win. What if I leave him and it turns out the damn baby ain’t even Rashaad’s? Then it all would have been for nothing.” I explained to Pam.
I knew deep down she had my best interest at heart, but at the end of the day I loved Rashaad and there was nothing no one could say or do that would change that.
“So basically what you saying is that you gone ride this thing out?” Pam asked looking at me with nothing but doubt.
“Yes, until the damn wheels fall off. That’s the commitment I made and I plan on keeping it.” I answered her hoping I sounded convincing enough. The truth of the matter is I needed to not only convince Pam, but I needed to convince myself as well.
PAM
I know it looked like I was being a hypocrite with Kema by telling her that she needed to leave Rashaad, but I actually meant everything that I was saying to her. Besides, I knew that if she left that it’ll make things easier on my end. It was hard just sitting there and listening to her pour her hea
rt out with hurt about Rashaad and Katrina; and the fact that I already knew about made it even worse.
I never really got a chance to talk to Katrina about the depths of her and Rashaad’s relationship or whatever the hell it was that they had going on. Just like before, all I cared about was getting a wet pussy and then going home with a guilty conscience to my husband. Speaking of Eddie, we had just got threw fucking and I had to fake an orgasm just so he could hurry up! Don’t get me wrong, Eddie had a long, thick piece and knew what to do with it, but that wasn’t what I wanted at the time since I’ve been back fucking with Katrina.
Soon as we were done, I went into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. I felt unsatisfied, so I detached the shower head and pointed it upward directly in my pussy. I closed my eyes and started picturing Katrina on her knees in front of me, with my leg up on her shoulder and her feasting on my honey pot. I was so into it that I didn’t realize I was moaning loud. I came so hard that my knees buckled and I slid down the shower wall trying to catch my breath.
“So this what the fuck we doing now?” Eddie asked me staring at me looking mad as hell.
“Damn Eddie I didn’t hear you come in.” I stammered as I tried to quickly lift myself back up and put the shower head back.
“You didn’t hear me, but I heard yo ass in here fucking yourself as if I didn’t just give yo ass no dick! You ain’t never do no shit like this before so what the fuck going on Pam?” Eddie demanded.
I knew I had to think of something quick to tell him.
“Baby stop tripping. I thought you were just worn out from us fucking and I felt like cumin again that’s all.” I answered him nonchalantly hoping I sounded convincing.
“All you had to do was suck my dick to get it right back hard and I would have gave you yo nutt, instead of coming in here and making it seem like I didn’t fulfill my job.”
“Look, it’s no big deal Eddie damn.” I responded back getting agitated.
“Whateva.” Eddie sucked his teeth and walked out the bathroom door slamming it.
I knew he was pissed, but the good thing for me was that I was gonna sleep like a baby tonight.
