I quickly walked over and smiled when I saw that it was my cousin, Roheem. Roheem was definitely one of the girls, and if you tell him otherwise, he’ll be highly offended and ready to fight. Although we were cousins, I felt like he was my brother. We were the same age, with him just one month younger than me. Yes, my mother and my aunt were pregnant at the same time. I anxiously answered the phone for him because I knew that whenever he called, he was calling with some tea.
“Hey, girllll,” I answered the phone and then flopped down on my bed.
“Girllllll, Mr. Big Dick is definitely in the building. Cousin, I love you dearly, but he’s here with a bitch, and that hoe is badddddd. Them pretty ass eyes on that bitch, she’ll make my gay ass reconsider. She little as fuck, so you don’t have to worry about sis body being better than yours, but everything else Queen, you running neck and neck with this hoe,” Roheem said, doing the most as he boasted about the bitch who none other than my baby daddy was there with.
Mr. Big Dick is what he called Billion because I used to share my sex stories with my cousin about what went down in the bedroom, the car, the laundry room, the public bathroom, shit, the kitchen, or wherever we would get it in. If Billion knew that Roheem was calling him Mr. Big Dick, there is no doubt in my mind that he would kill my cousin.
“She’s probably just a fuck. Which job are you at tonight? I’ll be able to tell what her position is in his life by where they’re at. Are you at Donna’s, or are you working in the kitchen at Houston’s tonight?” I questioned, knowing that my cousin worked two jobs.
Roheem was also in culinary school with dreams of becoming a chef. My cousin could cook his ass off, and he was flyer than any bitch I knew. When he came out of those work clothes and his school uniform, he served looks damn near better than me. Dressing and cooking were always things that he had been good at. Back when we were younger, he was always mixing different foods together, and each time, it would be a hit. I kid you not, at ten years old, my cousin was standing over the stove, frying chicken.
In all honesty, I was proud to have a cousin like Roheem. The bitches loved him, so at times, I felt like I was in competition for his time because he knew so many people. Although he knew how to fuckin’ work my nerves every chance he got, I wouldn’t trade him to save the world.
“I’m working Donna’s tonight, but Queen, you know that don’t mean nothing. These niggas will take wifey to McDonald’s these days because you know ain’t nobody ever going to be too good to eat from off the dollar menu. Now, I don’t know if sis got her own money, but Ms. Thang is dripping, you hear me. I can see the fuckin’ Rolex from where I’m standing. Don’t even get me started on this bad ass Celine purse that’s on her shoulders,” he kept going.
Roheem’s voice was naturally soft. He wasn’t one of those gay men who had to fake a voice all day. My cousin had so many feminine features that I really believed he was meant to be a girl. Beautiful, dark skin ran in my family, so he was blessed with the same chocolate skin tone as me. Roheem was skinny, but at the same time, his body was slim/thick. He had a cute lil frame on him, although he wasn’t one of those gays who dressed up like a girl, wearing make-up and weaves. He actually rocked his waves, which were the best I had ever seen on a man. My cousin had no facial hair or anything, and although he dressed like a boy, he still threw a little spice in it as well.
I’ll be the first one to say that the niggas loved his ass… well, the gay niggas and the undercover niggas. His relationship stories were funny as fuck, and whenever I needed a good laugh, I just went to him.
“Take a picture of her and send it to me,” I told him.
He laughed when I said that.
“Bitch! What happened to ‘fuck billion’? I thought you didn’t care what the nigga was doing,” Roheem said, really not making the situation any better.
“That’s called just talking shit! Something that you should very much know all about! He taking this bitch to get something to eat, then he’s obviously feeling her. That man loves money so much that he ain’t about to stop working for a meal. If anything, he’ll just order the shit and have it delivered. For a bitch to have him missing out on money, then cousin, it’s big. I know her? Do she look like somebody we know?” I questioned.
“Look at you, explaining your baby daddy to the T,” he said, trying to be funny, but I didn’t laugh.
This was a serious matter to me.
“Bitch, I know her or not?” I questioned.
He laughed again like the shit was funny.
“I ain’t never seen her before. Ooooh, girl. Oh, shit!” He let out in a loud squeal.
“What? What happened?” I questioned, wanting to know what he was seeing.
“Girl, they about to fuck in the damn restaurant. Girlllll, look at Mr. Big Dick! They kissing,” he told me, shattering my heart.
I knew this nigga. I was with Billion for months before he put his mouth on me. He took that trust shit so seriously. When we got together, I had to really prove that I was for him and only for him. Once it clicked, that’s when he started kissing me, sucking the soul out of my pussy and everything... my ass too. It took months to lead up to that shit, though. Billion had only been home for a damn week, and I knew this had to have been a new bitch.
I was eavesdropping that day when we were over his mama’s house. I heard him admit to his mama that he wasn’t seeing anyone, and he wasn’t interested in settling down, so this bitch had to be someone he just met. That shit crushed me because how the fuck was he comfortable enough to kiss somebody that he didn’t even know? I had to fuckin’ get interrogated on whether or not I ate pork and a whole bunch of other shit before he kissed me.
I knew Roheem wouldn’t lie to me. Any tea that my cousin had ever given me has always been straight facts.
“Cousin, I will be a fly on the fuckin’ wall to watch them fuck. He going to fuck her lil ass something crazy and—”
“Alright, Roheem! Damn! Send me the pictures. I want to see if I know this bitch,” I yelled, cutting him off.
“I know the same people you know! You don’t know her. She looks like a good girl. I’m not going over there and taking a picture of her, for your crazy ass baby daddy to put his hands on me. If he is serious about her like that, boo, then you’ll have the luxury of seeing her in person. I’m getting off at midnight. You want me to bring you a plate?” he asked, changing the subject.
“No. I ate. Call me when you get off,” I told him, and then I hung up the phone.
I flopped down on the bed, crashing my head against the pillows. The thought of Billion parlaying around with a bitch angered me. I just knew that he and I would have our chance again. I wasn’t about to even sit my dumb ass up there and cry because while I would be crying, he would still be laughing and shit in that bitch’s face. No way was I going to give him that much satisfaction.
After about five minutes, I picked up my laptop off the dresser then went into my nightstand and pulled out my stash of weed with some wraps and my bedazzled lighter. I had a balcony in my room, so I went out there with it. It was big enough for me to have a nice amount of patio furniture, so I took a seat in one of the chairs and placed the laptop on the table while I rolled my blunt.
Once I had a perfect blunt rolled, I lit it and put my laptop in my lap. Logging onto my site, I smiled as I looked at the hundreds of orders that I had gotten just from today alone. I had a promotion going on for a free frontal with the purchase of any three bundles. The customers had eaten this lil’ sale up. Tomorrow, I would be in the house all morning with Roheem, packing up and shipping out orders. Tomorrow was Friday, which was his only off day from work and school, so he would usually come over and give me a hand with things. I loved my cousin for helping me out because he had his own thing going on, but he still found room to squeeze me in.
I puffed on the blunt and looked over orders for almost an hour. This nigga had me stressing so much that I ended up going through two blunts.
“I’
m about to go open the door for Dad. He just knocked,” Lil Bill came into the room and told me.
I looked behind me, just to make sure that his little butt had bathed, and he had. His red Supreme do0-rag was on his head, and he wore a pair of polo pajama bottoms with his Gucci house shoes that I’d gotten him a few weeks ago. He eventually closed the balcony sliding door back, and I could hear him as he took off out of the room and down the stairs to open the door for his dad.
I was going to try not to say anything about the bitch that Billion was out with tonight, although I knew that shit was going to be very hard. To keep myself from saying anything, I was just going to stay on the balcony and start the labels, so they would be ready for me to print out tomorrow when I got to my office. I lived in a three-bedroom home, and the extra bedroom was for my office. Once I found the perfect location to run my business from, I would no longer have to do this shit at home.
I was outside for about another hour, enjoying the little breeze that Miami had tonight, when all of a sudden, the balcony door opened again. I could see the reflection of who it was on my computer screen. It was Billion coming out there with me. My legs were tucked under me, and my laptop rested in my lap. I looked to the left of me and saw him standing there.
I could act like I hated the nigga all I wanted, but I could never deny how fine he was. This gray Nike sweatsuit was just doing it for me. The hat, the sneakers, the beard, the chain… I just couldn’t. I was going to fuck around and get lost in this nigga, so I put my eyes back on my screen, but I had to say something first. I know I said that I wouldn’t say anything, but I just had to because I could smell that bitch on him!
“You smell like a bitch! A reallllll expensive bitch,” I said, knowing the scent of Chanel Coco Mademoiselle from a mile away.
This had to be some uppity bitch that he was fuckin’ with because only classy hoes wore that kind of perfume. Most bitches I knew did the buy three get three free at Bath & Body Works.
“She worth a cute lil penny,” his stupid ass said, trying to be funny.
I clicked hard on my laptop and swerved my head in his direction.
“I’ll kill that hoe!” I told him in all seriousness. I watched the way his face hardened as he looked down at me.
“Ay, watch your fuckin’ mouth, yo’! You ain’t ever try to go after no bitch that I ever fucked with in the past, so don’t start talking crazy now. I already know your punk ass cousin called you and ran his fuckin’ mouth about who I was with. Tell that nigga to stay out of my fuckin’ business!” he spat before going over to one of the chairs and taking a seat. He then put one of his legs up on the table.
“That’s because any other bitch that you ever fucked with in the past was just that… a bitch that you were fuckin’ with! You kissing on this bitch while you out in public. How well do you even know that hoe, Billionaire?” I shot up from the chair that I was sitting in and got in front of him.
I made sure that I had my pussy all in his face, and like the dog ass nigga he was, he looked at it. I grabbed his hand and put it right on my pussy, making him cuff it.
“Nigga, I made you a father! I gave you the son you told me you always wanted! I been here before the money started kicking in. What bitch are you going to meet that’s going to out step me? You know them bitches won’t be able to fuck you like I can, love you like I do, and hold you down. Why the fuck are you even doing this? You know that home is with me. With me and our son!” I spat because I was angry that we even had to have this conversation and that he didn’t see the picture.
“That’s the thing, Nesha, I ain’t looking for no bitch to hold me down. I’m trying to change myself. I know what the fuck comes with being with you, and I ain’t going back down that road. I see you doing your hair business shit, and I’m proud of you for doing that. I’m rooting for yo’ motha fuckin’ ass. Ima always love you. You right, you made me a father, and you gave me that beautiful ass son back there, who Ima always do right by, but me and you can’t be together, and you know it. You know that shit, Nesha. You don’t fuckin’ listen, and you talk to a nigga like you fuckin’ crazy. I’m good,” he told me but hadn’t let go of my pussy yet.
I was standing in front of him, wearing just a pair of tights. My camel toe was looking at him more than I was. I was in a tank top, wearing no bra, and because his hand was still cuffing my pussy, my nipples were hard. I’d just gotten my hair styled today, so I knew I looked good. I moved his hand and slid down on his lap. He was trying to get me to move, but I wouldn’t.
“I’ll listen this time, daddy. Ima watch the shit that I say to you. Come on,” I said, leaning in closer and kissing him on his neck. I got mad because I could still smell that bitch on him, but I didn’t act on my feelings.
“Nah. We ain’t doing this. Raise up, ma. Let me go and kiss my son goodnight, and then I’m out,” he said, tapping me on my ass.
“If you going to leave me for good, then at least fuck me one last time. Come on, daddy. At least give me a goodbye fuck,” I purred with my hands on the bottom of my tank top, ready to pull it off.
My titties were out, and he was staring at them for a while. They were much different than the last time he saw them, which is why I felt like he was drooling over them. After having my son, my breasts sagged a little bit due to me breastfeeding for six months. I didn’t do anything crazy; I just had a minor enhancement and got them lifted. I went up a size, so now I was a 36C. My breasts were perfect now.
Billion was a tittie man, so I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was dying to lean his head in and suck on my nipples. I felt like I had him right where I wanted him, but then he stopped me. It was so crazy because I felt that big ass dick on my ass, and it was jumping. It knew that mommy was home, but this nigga was fuckin’ playing. I wondered if he fucked that bitch from the restaurant, which is why he was holding out on giving me the dick. Then again, I didn’t think he fucked her. The way I was in tune with this nigga, I would just know, and right now, my crazy radar was telling me that he hadn’t fucked her.
“Nesha, stop, yo. I said when we ain’t doing this. I ain’t about to even fuck with your head like that,” he spat, pissing me the fuck off.
I put my shirt back on, and then I shoved the shit out of him, damn near hurting my hand when I did it because this nigga was solid. It felt like I’d slapped my hand against concrete. He grabbed me by both of my arms and flipped us. I was now in the chair, and he was on top of me with his face right in front of mine.
“See why I ain’t doing this shit with you? My initial reaction was to punch you in yo’ shit! You be bringing out the worst in a nigga, and I’ll never change as long as I’m fuckin’ with you. Get yourself together, yo. I’m about to kiss my son, and I’m out,” he spat and then lifted himself off me.
He opened the sliding door and then slammed it closed. I wasn’t even an emotional person, but a couple tears spilled out when this nigga told me that I brought out the worst in him. That was some fucked up shit to say. He made it seem like I never brought good shit out of him like I was just some toxic bitch who he mistakenly knocked up.
“Are you okay? You have been throwing up since you walked through the door. What did you eat, or are you pregnant? My God, Twinkle,” Normani complained as she stood behind me, holding my hair up, so it wouldn’t get into her toilet bowl as I sat on my knees and emptied my guts into the toilet.
I hated everything that came with throwing up; I swear, it just creeped me out. I’d been over there for at least thirty minutes. Initially, I came over to pick her up for brunch and to run some other errands this morning, but the second I pulled up, I got that salty feeling again in my mouth. My stomach started turning like it had been doing for the past few days.
I was pregnant. I broke down and took a test the day after I visited my sister at the prison. Nobody knew. Then again, I’d been staying at my mother’s house since the day I came back home from seeing Loyal, and she had been looking at me funny. She probably k
new something and was more than likely not going to say anything until I brought it to her attention. After I finished having sex with Monterius that day, I ended up passing out right in the bed afterward. I woke up to him gone, but he did leave me a text message, letting me know that he was meeting up with Billion and that he would be back home later. Yeah, the sex was phenomenal, but when I woke up from the two-hour nap that I had taken that day, I found my common sense, then packed my bags and left.
That was three days ago, and I had been hiding out at my mama’s house ever since with Monterius blocked from my cell phone and all my social media accounts. I even called out of work this whole week because I knew that would be the first place he would look for me. He’d been over my mama’s house, but my mama’s loyalty was to me, so of course, she lied and told him that she didn’t have a clue where I was.
Monterius knew that my mama would lie for me, so he came into the house and did a sweep, but I was hiding in the basement. Because he was fuckin’ crazy, he would pop up at my mama’s house at crazy times of the day, thinking he would catch me slipping, but he always came up short because I wasn’t dumb enough to leave the house. The fact that I had been sick as a dog for the past few days made it easier to stay put. My car wasn’t even at my mama’s house; it had been in Normani’s garage for days.
Funny how the silly nigga suddenly had all of this fuckin’ time on his hands to look for me, but when I needed him, he was nowhere to be fuckin’ found. Some might say that what I was doing was petty, but a real woman would see that I had to do this shit. I had to put my foot down and let this nigga go because if I didn’t, he was going to continue to run all over me. I had no solid proof that Monterius had fucked around me on me with a bitch the night he didn’t come home, but my woman’s intuition told me that he had. Why else would he fuck me to sleep like that? The nigga was guilty of something.
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