I honestly needed to get my life together if I wanted to see my daughter again, because for some reason, I believe that Dontae would take my daughter away from me out of spite. I needed to get rid of Fred’s sorry ass, because he wasn’t doing anything but taking me down with him. I needed to get better, because eventually Bria was going to be calling that bitch Breesha “mommy,” and Lord knows I would have to kill that hoe for stepping on my damn toes like that. I played many games, but I’ll be damned if another bitch gets the satisfaction of playing house with my damn child. She better go push some babies out her pussy, because it wasn’t even about to go down like that!
Chapter 5: Imani
I rolled over to the sound of my phone buzzing, indicating that I had an incoming text message. I looked at the time, and it was two in the morning. Who the hell would be texting me at two in the morning? Turning on the lamp next to me, I picked my phone off the nightstand to see who it was. I saw that it was Shard that had texted me. I smiled, but it was short lived because what I saw made me mad instantly. It was a picture of Shard laying down, and a female was lying on his chest. A minute later, another picture came in but this time, it was of the female kissing Rashard on his lips. Zooming in on the picture, it was clear that Rashard was sleeping. That meant this nigga had just finished fucking the bitch, and now he was sleep. I was so fuckin pissed right now. Talk about disrespectful!
Here I am two months pregnant, and he decides to do some disrespectful shit like this. A tear dropped from my eye, but I quickly wiped that shit away. I was not about to go out like some weak ass bitch. Hell no! I had entirely too much integrity to go out that way. I exited out of the message and dialed Rashard’s number. It rang a good two times, and then eventually someone did come to the phone.
“Yes?” a female answered.
I was not in the mood to play any fuckin games with this hoe. I couldn’t believe she even had the balls to answer his damn phone, like she was running shit like that. I don’t even answer Rashard’s phone without his permission, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t tell her she had the right to do so. Honestly, I trusted Rashard; it was just these bitches that I didn’t trust, but now, I was kind of second guessing myself–why the fuck was he even that close to this bitch to the point that she thought it was okay to send me text messages and answer his phone? Clearly she knew who I was, or else she wouldn’t have got insecure and sent that bullshit ass picture to my damn phone.
“Bitch quit playing and put Shard on the damn phone! Who the fuck are you anyway?” I barked into the phone.
“Lil mama, calm down a lil bit. My nigga is sleeping right now, but I’ll make sure to let him know you called when he wakes up,” she laughed into the phone.
“Bitch that’s real fuckin cute, and you sound real pathetic right now! That nigga tell you he got a girl and that she’s about to have his baby? Hoe, play with your damn dead grandma cuz I’m not the one, smut bucket ass hoe! You don’t have to tell my nigga that I called, he knows how to find his way back home,” I snapped, and then ended the call.
I can’t believe that I allowed for this bitch to get me to acting out of character about my man. I could have easily went back and forth with her stupid ass, but that wasn’t going to do anything but upset my damn child! She could have him for all I care, because I was done with his lying, disrespectful ass. He told me earlier in the day that he was going to the club, when all the while, he was out laying up with some bitch. I talked a good game to that bitch while I was on the phone, but Lord knows that my feelings were hurt–I just wasn’t about to let her ass know it.
I got out of the bed and went into Breesha’s room. I walked inside and honestly, I was surprised she was here. Normally, she would spend the night at Dontae’s house on the weekend. I walked over to the bed, and I noticed that Bria was in the bed with her. They were sleeping so peacefully, and I didn’t want Bria to wake up when I woke up Breesha, so I decided to just wait and tell Breesha what was going on in the morning.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, so I just took the blanket from off of my bed and headed in the den to watch TV. Right now, my feelings were hurt. I felt so fuckin stupid too. Here I am, carrying this niggas baby and he’s out fuckin bitches like he don’t have a girl at home. It couldn’t be that he was still mad at me when he thought I was going to get an abortion. Well, at least I didn’t think he was still mad about that. Shit, even if he was still feeling some type of way, that didn’t give him the right to go ahead and fuck anything with a pussy! From what I know and from what Rashard tells me, he hasn’t fucked with any other females since we’ve been together, so I don’t understand why he would all of a sudden start now.
Rashard
I woke up the next day to a banging ass headache. I had a bad hangover. Last night, me, my cousins Mark and Dontae, and a few of my niggas hit up King of Diamonds. We popped bottle after bottle, smoked blunt after blunt, and a nigga was feeling the after effects this morning. I looked around and noticed that I had slept on the couch at Mark’s house. Looking at the time, I saw that it was 3 in the afternoon. Damn, I couldn’t believe a nigga slept that long. I picked up my phone and noticed I didn’t have any missed calls or text messages from my girl. Something wasn’t right, because if I didn’t sleep with Mani, she made it her business to faithfully call me every morning to wake me up. I dialed her number and waited for her to answer the phone. She didn’t answer, and I called her ass right back. This time she answered, and she went in on my ass.
“Don’t fuckin call me now Rashard. Call that bitch who you were laid up with all last night. I hate you nigga, with your no good lying ass,” she snapped, and hung up the phone.
I stood there with the phone still glued to my hand, confused like a motha fucka. What bitch was I laid up with last night? I checked my call log and noticed that it had been cleared, and I noticed that all my messages had been deleted. I went to my photo albums on my iPhone, and went to the recently deleted album. In that album was Quanie’s snake ass laid up on the couch with me. Quanie was my cousin’s Mark’s sister’s best friend. Quanie was a hood bitch. She been passed around, tossed, flipped, and flopped to all the niggas. I never fucked the bitch before, but she did suck my dick a few years back.
I got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where I heard all the noise coming from. Quanie was sitting in the chair at the table with my cousin Cyn, Mark’s sister, smoking a blunt. I walked over to her and grabbed her by her neck, and slammed her into the wall.
“Bitch, you touched my phone last night?” I asked her with hate dripping from my voice. I real life hated this bitch. Quanie’s ass had been wanting me for the longest, but this bitch wasn’t worth nothing but a few seeds shooting in her face. I didn’t respect her because she didn’t respect her damn self. She shouldn’t have to walk by a group of niggas and ever nigga can confess that his dick done been in every hole of her damn body. Crazy, because Quanie wasn’t ugly by a long shot, nut the thing is, looks can only get you so far. Quanie was a thick ass, dark-skinned chick with ass and titties for days. She always kept her hair in long ass weave that stopped at her ass, and she always wore clothes that she knew was too damn little for her. She was about 5’5, and honestly she had perfect skin and teeth, but at the end of the day, she was just a bitch that’s been passed around to my dawgs. Shit, my cousin Cyn was just like her ass. You know what they say, birds of a feather flock together.
She used her fingers and tried to pry my hands away from her neck. I watched as she gasped for air and tears rushed down her face. Cyn eventually got up from the table and was able to get me off her.
“Oh my God, Rashard what is wrong with you?” she cried as she crouched down on the kitchen floor, trying to catch her breath.
“Bitch, why the fuck you took my phone last night and sent that fuck shit to my lady phone?” I asked, walking over to her.
“I ain’t sent that bitch shit. Fuck her!” she barked.
I pulled out my phone and sho
wed her the pictures. She didn’t say shit. She just sat her dumb ass on that floor looking stupid. I grabbed her up by the front of her shirt and slammed her into the counter.
“Bitch, if I lose my girl over this dumb ass shit you just pulled, you better let your mama know what church hymns you like because I swear to God, they gon’ be singing that shit at your fuckin funeral,” I whispered in her ear, and turned to walk out the door.
Chapter 6: Imani
“And what the bitch said when you called his phone?” Breesha asked me as me, her, and Nae sat on the bench at Rain Forest Café in Sawgrass Mills Mall. Bria and Janiya were playing in the playhouse area as I caught my cousins up on the shit that happened last night.
“That hoe had the nerve to tell me that he was sleep and she would make sure to tell him I called when he woke up,” I told them.
“Whaaattt? It couldn’t have been me! I swear to God I would be in jail right now!” Nae said, and I already knew it was true. When it came down to Sincere, Nae would kill a bitch for even looking at her man. Funny, because they asses were constantly arguing, but Nae didn’t play when it came to her husband, and vice versa.
“So what you gon’ do about this Mani?” Breesha asked me.
“I’m done with his ass. One thing I will not put up with is a liar and a cheater. That motha fucka is both, so his ass has got to go,” I said. Nae laughed as she stood up to go put her ice cream in the trash.
“Mani, you and I both know that you aint finna leave that nigga alone. The nigga got your ass sprung. He already done turned you the fuck out. Ain’t no leaving him now, especially since you about to have his damn baby,” Nae said with a laugh.
“I can show you better than I can tell you,” I said.
“Let me see the picture anyways that the bitch sent you,” Nae said. I pulled my phone out of my purse and scrolled down to my messages to show both of them the pictures. Nae looked first, and then she passed it to Breesha.
“Really Mani? Do you know who that is?” Breesha asked me.
“No, who is that?” I asked, confused.
“That’s Shard and Dontae cousin Cyn’s home girl Quanie. From what I heard from Tae, she’s a fuckin hoe. I wouldn’t get mad off shit that bitch say. And even when you look at the picture, you can tell that Rashard was sleep. The bitch must have took his phone while he was sleep and sent the shit to you to try and make you mad. Do you really think Rashard would willingly give the bitch his phone and have her send that shit to you?” Breesha asked me.
“You could be right. But why the fuck was he with her in the first fuckin place. Clearly they fucked or have fucked before if the bitch would do some shit like that!” I snapped.
“Mani, I’m just saying, you could be overreacting. If you ask me, the shit just like a bitch that wants your man, and is willing to lie to you to piss you off so that your ass will leave him,” Breesha said.
“Well whose side are you on then?” I cried, my hormones getting the best of me.
“Mani quit crying, damn, I swear you are a fuckin crybaby,” Nae snapped at me. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and rolled them at Nae in the process. She knew I hated being called a crybaby, even if it was true.
“Mani, you know damn well that I’m on your side. I’m just saying, you shouldn’t take info from a scandalous bitch like that. That hoe is out to take your man, and by you letting him go, then you lettin’ that bitch win,” Breesha said as she hugged me. Nae hugged me as well, and wiped the tears from my eyes.
“Let’s go, with you crybaby ass,” Nae said, laughing.
I laughed too, and stuck the middle finger at her. We went and got the girls and headed to Benihana’s for dinner. The whole time we were there, I kept thinking about Shard. Of course, he had been constantly calling and texting me, but I didn’t want to give in so easily. I wanted to make his ass suffer some more. After dinner, we took the girls to the movies to watch the new SpongeBob movie. I really didn’t want to go, but I didn’t want to be a party pooper; plus, if I went home, I was going to fall victim to Rashard and end up answering the phone for him.
We didn’t get home until 9 that night, and I was so tired. All I wanted to do was take a hot shower and take my miserable ass to bed. I went into my bedroom and saw that I still had one pile of dirty clothes left that I needed to wash, so I grabbed them and went down to the laundry room. After taking my other load from out of the washing machine and putting it into the dryer, I loaded the new load When I finished, I headed back into my bedroom and got ready to take me a hot shower. The whole time that I was in there, I couldn’t help but to think about Rashard. I wasn’t used to not talking to him at least ten times a day, but he violated in the worse way and I wasn’t going to let him off that easy, no matter how much I missed him. After I finished taking my shower, I threw on my too little boy shorts from Pink and my pink sports bra from Pink as well. I threw my hair in a neat bun and lotioned my body with my Paris Hilton, “Can Can.” My little baby bump was so beautiful, which is why I liked to walk around the house with only a bra and shorts on. Funny how when I found out that I was pregnant, I didn’t want anything to do with this pregnancy, but now, after coming to terms that I was going to keep my baby, I was learning to embrace my pregnancy. As soon as I got comfortable in my bed, I heard the doorbell ring.
“Mani, get the door, I’m going to sleep,” I heard Breesha yell from her room.
I sucked my teeth and headed to the door. I looked in the peephole and saw Rashard standing there with roses in his hands and a box of chocolates. I opened the door and stood there with my arms folded across my chest.
“Can I help you?” I asked, trying to play like mad because on the inside, I was jumping with joy that he came to see me.
I couldn’t deny it, he looked so fuckin sexy standing in front of me. I could tell that he had went to the barber today. His mustache was neatly trimmed, and his face was so clear and looked so smooth. He had on his tan and red Burberry colored shirt with a pair of red True’s hanging off his ass. On his feet were a pair of tan Sperry’s. His watch was the big faced MK watch that I had purchased for him last month while I was shopping for myself. It made me smile that he was wearing the gift that I had given to him. I had to admit, my man was the shit, even though I was mad at him.
“Mani come on now, you know that was some bullshit,” he said, stepping closer to me. I could smell the Salvatore Ferragamo cologne he was wearing, and that shit instantly made my shorts wet.
“So, how did she get your phone? You had to have fucked the bitch!” I said, still not opening the door for him.
“I slept at Mark’s crib last night. I was fucked up, it was no way I would be able to drive home like that. She was over there with my cousin Cyn, and she did all that bullshit when I fell asleep on the couch,” he said.
I looked into his eyes and for some reason, I believed his ass. I don’t know why, but I believed him. I wasn’t even the gullible type that was going to fall for anything that somebody told me, but his eyes told his story. I could look into his eyes and tell that he was telling me the truth. I let him come in, and I took the flowers from out of his hands. They looked and smelled so good. I took them in the kitchen and sat them in the vase, adding some water to it as well. I walked back in the den and Rashard was sitting on the couch, opening the chocolate for me.
“You do me so wrong,” I said, taking a seat next to him on the couch.
“Imani, quit with the bullshit. You and everybody else know I let you do and say whatever the fuck you want. Your ass is so fuckin spoiled, and that ain’t nobody fault but mine,” he said.
I smiled, because it was true. He was turning me into a monster. I heard the dryer in the laundry room go off, so I quickly got up so that I could take my clothes out. I was such a neat freak, and I wouldn’t go to sleep unless I had folded all of my clothes for the night.
“Hold on,” I said, getting up and going into the laundry room.
I walked in there and turned on the ligh
t. As I was bending down to take the clothes from out of the dryer, I felt a pair of strong arms grab at my waist.
“Shard, you couldn’t wait? I said hold on,” I said, standing up.
He pulled me into him, with my back to his chest. He lifted me up, sat me down on top of the washing machine, and re-started it. I looked at him like he was crazy as he proceeded to kissing me.
“Rashard, what are you doing? Breesha is in the room, she’s gonna hear us,” I said, looking down at him as he removed my shorts. I realized what he was trying to do to me, and I didn’t want any parts of that.
He stood up and went over to the door and locked it. Even with the door closed, I knew that my cousin was gonna hear me. He came back over to me and used his knee to force my legs apart. My lil ass was sitting on this washing machine trembling. I don’t know what the hell I was scared of, but I knew that I was just scared of something.
“What you scared for? Calm down Imani,” Shard said, sensing my uneasiness before he stood up to kiss my lips.
I loosened up a little bit and allowed him to slide his tongue in my mouth. I gently sucked on it while I wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn’t resist him. I loved him way too much to stay mad at him. I craved this man so much that it wasn’t even funny. It’s like I couldn’t get enough of his touch, his feel, just him in general. It killed me to have to ignore his calls all day today, but I was so pissed and I didn’t want to hear anything that he had to say at the time. He removed my bra and started sucking on my swollen titties. Since being pregnant, my breast had went up a bra size, and boy was I loving the extra weight. God knows my skinny ass needed it, so I wasn’t complaining at all. The way he traveled his tongue around my nipples, mixed with his warm, Juicy Fruit-smelling breath was feeling so good, but I was still a little mad with his ass, so I was forcing myself not to moan out. I was only getting my titties sucked, but I felt like I was about to cum in a minute.
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