by Lucinda John
After Tangi ate seconds, I made good on my promise and ate her pussy out until she was screaming that I was forgiven for hanging up on her earlier. I laid in bed next to a sleeping Tangi, still thinking about Karrueche. I had a bad bitch that had her shit together ready to commit to me lying right next to me, and all I could think about was a female who was committed to a married man.
Chapter Thirteen
Shantika
I wanted to slap the shit out of Karrueche, but I would have went to jail for hitting a possible pregnant chick. I couldn’t understand why the fuck would she throw her life away on a nigga that wasn’t good for her. The more I sat here and looked at the pregnancy test waiting for the results to pop up, the angrier I became. It was like everything Mrs. Michael and I have been telling her went through one ear and out the other.
“I know you’re mad at me,” she cried.
“I don’t even have words for you right now to be honest.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
I wanted to tell her to abort the baby if the test came out positive, but that wasn’t my place. I breathed out a sigh of relief when negative popped up in the result window. Now that Karrueche wasn’t pregnant, I could slap her ass up and down the room, if I wanted to.
“Looks like you dodged a bullet,” I dryly said.
“Don’t be like that Tika.”
“Be like what? My best friend is fucking a married man and you think I’m supposed to give you high five?” I asked.
“Out of everyone, I thought you would be the one to understand how I felt,” She said.
“I did, but I got over it. Yes, I cried seeing Tommy with the same bitch he cheated on me with, but I got over it. You don’t see Tommy sneaking out of my back door. How the fuck are you grown, but have to sneak and get dick? If I was his wife, I would beat your ass again,” I snapped.
I hated to be so harsh, but maybe tough love is what her hardheaded ass needed. I wouldn’t say Karrueche was weak, because that wasn’t the case. She was one of those women that felt like they were entitled to be with the one their heart wanted. Although, that was usually how love worked, but when the one your heart wanted was married then it’s time to move the fuck on.
“I have to go home and get ready for work, I’ll swing by later.”
“Okay,” she sadly said.
“Don’t do that, I still love you, but you need to get your shit together.”
“I’m trying.”
After exchanging kisses and hugs, I walked home. I had three hours to spare before work and I wanted to take a nap. When I walked in the house, my heart almost stopped when I saw Journi standing in my kitchen, shirtless, eating a bowl of Pops.
“How the fuck did you get in my house?” I asked.
I was still salty about the way Journi up and left my house that night, without bothering to call me or tell me why his ass didn’t come back.
“You left your front door opened,” he replied, before drinking the milk out of the bowl.
“It’s still open, so you can let yourself out,” I said, staring at his six-pack.
“That’s what your mouth say, but you standing over there eye fucking a nigga and shit,” he smirked.
“I’m not going to play these games with you, Journi.”
“ Who’s playing games?” He asked.
“You!” I yelled.
“What happened to you coming back over that day?”
“I figured you didn’t want me to,” he said.
“How is that?”
“Because, when I ask you a question, I expect a yes or a no. I don’t know what type of nigga’s you fuck with, but I am a man, not a toy. You are not about to have me running after you, either you want me or you don’t. I don’t do ‘maybe, I don’t know, or I guess’,” he said.
“Well, I don’t want you here so bye!” I yelled, storming up the stairs.
I felt Journi walking behind me and I was low-key happy he didn’t leave. I was feeling him, but I didn’t know how to act on those feelings. Tommy had me so fucked up in the head that I was too scared to take any nigga serious.
“Why are you tripping on me, ma?” He asked, taking a seat on my bed.
“I’m scared, okay,” I finally admitted.
“Scared of what?” He asked.
“Getting hurt.”
“I’m not going to say I’m perfect, but I ain’t nothing like your last nigga. You will never know what’s real if you don’t give me a chance to prove myself,” he said.
“I hear you,” I replied.
“Can I at least get a chance?”
“Yeah, you can,” I smiled.
“Good, now give daddy some sugar,” he said, puckering his lips.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. Journi, pulled me on the bed and pinned me down. He started kissing my neck, causing my pussy to cream.
“Noooooooo, I have to take a nap for work,” I moaned.
“Let me just put the head in,” he said, pulling my panties to the side.
I was starting to regret that I wore a dress.
“Mm,” I moaned, feeling his dick rub against my clit.
“Damn, I missed this pussy,” he groaned.
He plunged his dick in my pussy, then held it in by gripping my thighs. He started to slow grind in me while he sucked on my bottom lip. It was feeling so good, that I didn’t even realize he wasn’t wearing a condom. He fucked me until I was coming all over the place. It still amazed me how his dick was able to hit all my spots. When he pulled out and nutted all over my stomach, I smacked him on the chest.
“It was either that or I nut inside you,” he joked.
“Next time strap up,” I snapped.
“Hell fucking no, that pussy is too good to put a rubber on. We can both go to the clinic and get tested for everything, but I ain’t strapping up anymore.” He got up and grabbed a rag from the bathroom to clean me up. Instead of fussing with him, I laid in his arms and fell asleep until it was time for me to go to work.
*****
“Why is it taking you years to get dressed?” Journi snapped.
Tonight we were going out to Boss Lounge. Journi was going to meet with his boss and I was going for the drinks. He finally sat me down and told me everything about himself. The fact he was cool with Smoke, was a plus because I was going to sneak in a double date. I knew Karrueche and Smoke were feeling each other, but was being too stubborn to act on it.
“Here I come,” I sang, walking downstairs.
I was dressed in a fitted ivory dress that was mesh around the belly area, displaying my belly ring. I wore a pair of gold pumps and wore my hair pushed to the side in big curls. I wanted to make a good impression on Stacks, if Journi decided to introduce us.
“Damn, you look sexy as fuck,” Journi said, pulling me in for a kiss.
“Thank you baby,” I blushed.
Things between Journi and I have been going really well. In the back of my head I kept waiting for shit to hit the fan. I knew things were too good to be true and I was prepared for shit to go left.
When we made it to the club, we were seated in VIP. Smoke was already there with a chick on his arms, causing me to frown. I was never the type to hate; the chick he was with was bad, but she wasn’t Karrueche. I immediately got a bad vibe from her. She was up to something, I just couldn’t figure out what it was yet.
“What’s good Tika, you look nice,” Smoke, greeted me.
“Hey, Smoke, you don’t look too bad yourself,” I replied.
“This is my girl Tangi. Tangi this is Journi’s girl, Tika,” he said.
“Hey Tika,” she smiled, with her hands out.
“It’s Shantika, thank you,” I replied, using my hand to flip my curls.
I took a seat on the couch with my legs folded, not paying the dumb expression she wore any mind. She wasn’t my friend so she didn’t earn the right to call me by my nickname, I was just that petty.
“Be nice,” Journi, whis
pered in my ears.
“What?” I played dumb, kissing him on the lips.
“Play nice Tika, I’ll be back,” he said, hitting Smoke with a head nod.
I watched in disgust as Smoke kissed her on the lips before walking to the back of the club with Journi. As bad as I wanted to ignore the bitch, I needed some tea to fill Karrueche’s cup with. Reaching in my purse, I grabbed a piece of Trident gum, stuffed one in my mouth then offered her one.
“Thank you,” she said, reaching over and grabbing one.
“How long have you and Smoke been dating?” I asked.
“For a minute now,” was her response.
“Why am I just now seeing you?” I asked.
“We are low key with our shit,” she said, giving me attitude.
“Oh, I see, you must be a side bitch,” I smirked.
“If that’s the case, then I’m fucking him more than he’s fucking his main bitch,” she shot back with a smirk.
“Hmm, a feisty bitch.”
“You got the right one,” she warned.
“Oh, trust baby, my bite is harder than my bark, so I ain’t worried.”
“Bitch, I ought to cut you,” she threatened.
“This Kevin Hart bitch got jokes,” I giggled. “Before you can lift your hand to cut me, I’ll shoot your ass,” I replied, giving her a glimpse of my gun. “Now, sit pretty, here comes your master.” I smiled.
“Hey, baby, you good?” Journi asked, taking a seat next to me.
“I’m great. Let’s go dance,” I said, pulling on his hand.
I switched my ass real hard so she could see what a real ass looked like. She may have been fooling Smoke, but I could smell the silicone all in her wobbly ass. When we made it to the VIP dance floor, I wrapped my arms around Journi, and shook my ass all over him. Tangi and I made eye contact. After mouthing the words ‘side bitch,’ I blew her a kiss and hit her ass with an eyewink. She was no competition to my girl Karrueche, not even on her worse day.
Chapter Fourteen
Geek
“I want to body that hoe so bad.” Tangi said, walking inside of my home office.
“What hoe?” I asked.
“Shantika.”
“Shantika?” Tommy asked. “What did she look like?”
When Tangi described Shantika from head to toe, Tommy, became curious.
“What did she do?” He asked.
“She started sneak dissing me and shit after Smoke, introduced us.”
“Wait, Shantika is fucking with Smoke?” Tommy asked.
“No, she’s messing with Journi. You should have saw them last night, all lovey dovey and shit,” Tangi said, rolling her eyes.
“I can’t believe this shit,” Tommy vented.
“Let it go bruh,” I said. “You and KiKi are expecting a baby, let it go,” I said, not wanting him to allow his feelings to get in the way of our plans.
“So, if that was Karrueche, would you have let it go?” He asked me.
“Yes, because she ain’t worth my marriage,” I lied.
I knew Draya was around the house, lurking so I didn’t want to slip up and say the wrong shit. Lately, shit between Draya and I had been getting better. I would spend the whole day with her and the girls, dick her up real good, then sneak through Karrueche’s back door as soon as she fell asleep. Karrueche would always hit me with the ‘when you going to leave your wife’ bullshit, but as soon as I buried my dick deep in her, all that rah rah shit was going right out the same window I was sneaking in.
“How far are you getting with things?” I asked her.
“He just started bringing me around, so hopefully I will have some info for you soon,” Tangi replied.
“I think we should start by hitting his traps. If I can get y’all all the ends and out’s, will y’all be able to pull that off?” She asked.
“Hell yeah,” I replied.
“Good, that nigga is loaded. I’m trying to milk his ass dry before I kill his ass,” she went on to say.
“That’s what’s up. Tight work ma,” I said, hugging her.
“Don’t sweat it cuzzo, I’m good at what I do.” She winked.
“And Tommy stop stressing over pussy when you can dig deep in these guts anytime,” She flirted.
“Bruh, let me borrow your guest bedroom,” Tommy’s horny ass said.
“Knock yourself out, I’m about to take Draya out to dinner,” I said, walking out of my office and to my bedroom.
“Baby, you ready?” I asked Draya, who was applying lipstick in the mirror.
“Yes,” She replied, smacking her lips to make sure her lips were properly coated.
I stood back and admired my wife’s beauty. Seeing her all happy and shit reminded me why I fell in love with her. She deserved a good, faithful husband, but Karrueche had a hold on me. I was in love with two women and that shit was driving me crazy. I tried to compare the two, but I couldn’t. Both women did something different to my heart, it was like I needed both of them to be complete.
My wife and I were sitting in Longhorn Steak House having a wonderful dinner, enjoying each other’s company, when Karrueche walked in with the Michael’s. I wanted to punch that waiter in the fucking head when he sat them at the table next to ours. Our eyes connected and the hurt that was in her eyes, had me wanting to end our dinner date early.
To make matters worse, Draya spotted Karrueche, and decided to get extra touchy. She scooted her chair close to mine and started feeding me some of her lobster. My appetite was gone, but I ate from her fork anyways. When Draya reached in and kissed me, I wanted to turn my head, but I didn’t want her to get suspicious. I pressed my lips against my wife and rolled my eyes after she slipped me her tongue. Draya was being real petty and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
I could hear Mr. Michael request a different table and I was glad he did. When Karrueche rose from the table, she gave me the most evil glare before walking off. I breathed out a sigh of relief as she walked off, without matching Draya’s pettiness. She could have easily put me on the spot, but she didn’t and that’s what I loved about her ass.
“Baby, you good?” Draya smirked.
“Yeah, I’m straight,” I cleared my throat.
“You should have seen the look on the poor girl’s face. I guess she got her little feelings hurt, trying to be grown,” Draya said.
“Chill out.” I cut my eyes at her.
“I’m sorry, I was just saying.”
“Can we just enjoy our date without you being petty?” I asked.
“I surly can.” She smiled.
When I got up to go to the bathroom, Draya was right on my heels. As much as she wanted to front about Karrueche, I knew she was jealous of her. Draya, could crack as many young jokes as she wanted on Karrueche, but she was intimidated by the young girl that stole a part of her husband’s heart.
After paying the bill for our meal, we headed home. Tommy and Tangi were still laid up in our spare bedroom, fucking each other brains out. The whole time I undressed, I thought of Karrueche, and how I was going to get myself out of this one. I knew there was no way in hell Draya was going to let me leave this house, so I had the whole night to think of an excuse.
Chapter Fifteen
Karrueche
The taps on my window let me know that Geek was coming over for his late night booty call. I couldn’t believe I fell for his ass, when he swore up and down that he was in the process filing for divorce. I lost myself in him again, only to get played. Watching him having dinner with his wife was the wakeup call that I needed to put things between us to an end.
“Geek, please leave before I call the cops,” I said, through my cracked window.
“Let me explain everything to you baby.
“How are you going to explain having dinner with the wife, you are very much in love with?” I asked.
“I’m not in love with that bitch, she set me up.”
“Set you up?” I laughed.
“We
were there discussing our divorce. The only reason she kissed me is because she saw you. She knows I plan on leaving her for you,” he pleaded.
“You must take me for a fucking fool, and if you do then it’s my fault! I saw you and her all boo’d up before y’all even seen me!” I yelled.
“I can explain.”
“Leave the explanations to your wife, she’s the only one you owe them to. Please leave my property before I am forced to call the law,” I said, slamming my window shut.
He pounded on my window a few more times before catching a hint and leaving. When I was sure he was gone, I fell out crying. I could have potentially had something with Smoke, but I fucked it all up over Geek’s trifling ass. Now Smoke was parading around with his new girlfriend, while I went to sleep with a broken heart.
The next day, I had plans on sleeping my life away until Shantika came over and snatched me out of the house. Since Thanksgiving was coming up, she wanted to get cute, while I just wanted to crawl under my blankets. As we sat in the nail salon getting pedicures, I began flipping through a magazine while reevaluating my life. My eyes fell on a sentence that read Change is good. From that point on, I decided that I had to change myself for the better. My heart crumbled, when I thought of my father and how he must have been rolling over in his grave watching me destroy myself, over a married man.
Our next stop after getting our nails done was to the beauty salon. I didn’t have any plans of doing anything to my hair before, but now I decided on a change. When I sat in my stylist chair, I told her to keep my mermaid color and cut my hair into a pixie cut, with a bang to the side.
“Are you sure?” Shantika asked me.
“Yes, change is good.” I smiled.
When the stylist was done with my hair, she turned me around so I could see the finished product. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked so much older and sophisticated with my new haircut. The color went with the hairstyle perfectly and I was satisfied.
