It’s crazy, because once Dontae realized that I was not about to get rid of this baby and that I was dead set on keep it, he began to accept the fact that he had a baby on the way. I’m not going to lie, this man moved me out of the projects and out into a nice three-bedroom, two-bathroom home out in Miramar, so that his baby and I could be safe. While I was pregnant, Dontae made it known that we weren’t in a relationship, but that didn’t mean that he treated me like shit either. He was there for every doctor’s appointment, and he had brought so much shit for Bria while I was pregnant as well. Being around him that much made me grow to love him, but I was too afraid to speak up on it because I knew for a fact that the feeling wasn’t mutual. I mean, I knew Dontae had love for me, but I knew for a fact that he didn’t love me. I wasn’t one of those women that was going to chase after a man, so I chose to let Dontae go. While I was pregnant, we probably had sex about twice, only because I told him that it was good for me. He went along with it the first two times and after that, he wasn’t breaking me off with anymore dick. Dontae was a good father to Bria, I just wished that he would show me some respect. Yes, I wasn’t the best mother in the world, Dontae made that clear every chance that he got, but I was doing the very best that I could.
I just figured that it was his loss if he didn’t want to be with me. You know how many niggas try and holla at my ass every fuckin day? And Dontae’s ass acts like he’s too good to wife me up! I’m standing at 5’5, 145 pounds, and my body is to die for. I still strip and I keep my ass in the gym every chance I get. After having Bria, I went and got my breasts done, so my once A cups, were now a set of 38 C’s. I kept my hair in a versatile sew-in that stopped at the tip of my ass, and I went to the Dominicans faithfully every two weeks for a wash and set. Most people probably thought that I was a hoe because I stripped, but in my eyes, I felt like I was doing what I had to do so that I wouldn’t have to be asking my baby daddy for money every two seconds. Of course, Dontae didn’t like the lifestyle that I lived, but he wasn’t my fuckin daddy so he couldn’t tell me what to do. I knew one day that he was going to try and take Bria away from me, because he had been making that same threat for the past few months, but I wasn’t going to let him take her from me. Me stripping wasn’t a problem in the beginning, so I didn’t understand why it was such a big deal now. Bria was only four years old. She didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Hell, my daughter didn’t even know what a fuckin stripper was!
Ten minutes later, I saw Dontae’s mustang pulling up the block. He parked and went around to the back to get Bria from out of her booster seat, and that’s when I noticed that she was sleep. Carrying her in his arms, he went to the back and he pulled out all types of shopping bags. And I bet the motha fucka didn’t even think to pick up shit for his own baby mama. I saw all type of bags from Puma, True Religion, Justice, and even Gucci. I put the blunt out and walked over to the car, just to see if he had gotten me anything.
“What did you get for me?” I asked, looking inside the bags.
“Shit,” he said, closing the trunk, which caused Bria to wake up from her sleep. I followed behind them as he walked to the front door. He walked inside the house with Bria and put all the bags in her room.
“Okay daddy’s baby. I’ll be back to get you tomorrow, and you can spend the night this time,” he said, giving her a kiss on her cheek.
“Okay Daddy, is Breesha going to spend the night too?” she asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes. I wanted to know just who in the fuck Breesha was. Dontae gave me a strange look before looking back down at our daughter.
“No baby, it’s just going to be you and me,” he said, and I knew the fool was lying. He just said that because he knew I would say something.
“Okay then daddy,” she said looking sad.
After he whispered something in her ear, she smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then he gave her a big hug. He turned to leave and I followed him to the door, going outside with him.
“Who the fuck is Breesha, Tae?” I asked Dontae with an annoyed look on my face.
“Lil mama, I’m not your nigga and you damn sure ain’t my bitch, so don’t question me,” he said to me nastily.
“When it comes to the company you keep around my daughter, I can question whatever the fuck I want to,” I said, getting in his face.
He shot me a nasty look and I backed up a little bit. Dontae has never put his hands on me, but I knew when to fuck with him, and right now wasn’t the time.
“Dontae, I’m not even trying to argue with you! All I want to know is, who is Breesha?” I asked calmly this time.
“My bitch, happy now? Go take your ass in the house and watch my daughter. Make sure you pack her bags and shit because I’ll be back over tomorrow to get her,” he yelled, getting inside his car. I watched him speed off and then I headed inside the house. If he wasn’t going to tell me, then I could get my daughter to tell me. Hell, she didn’t have a choice in the matter in the first place.
“Bria!” I yelled, coming in the house and closing the door behind me.
She didn’t answer me; she just came from out of her room with one of her dolls in her hand.
“Little girl, answer me when I call you!” I said to her.
“Yes Mommy?” she said, in a way like I was annoying her little ass or some shit.
“Who was Breesha?” I asked, trying to get info from out of my daughter.
“Daddy’s girlfriend,” she sang, smiling.
I looked at her and rolled my eyes. So I guess my baby daddy had his self a new bitch. If it was okay to bring outsides around our daughter, then that’s exactly what I was about to do. I had been talking to this nigga named Fred about a few months now, but I never brought him over to the house. But since it was okay to bring significant others and shit around our child, then that’s exactly what I was about to do. Two can play that game!
Chapter 11: Nae
“She was so pretty, Nae. I really didn’t think she would like me at first being as though she already has her own mom,” Breesha said to me while we were laying down in my den watching TV. My daughter was off to my mothers, and my husband was in the studio as usual.
“That’s cute. When are you supposed to see her again?” I asked Breesha.
“Dontae is supposed to be picking her up today. He asked me to come over, but I’m going to just let the two of them hang out. You know, have some daddy daughter time,” she said.
“Oh okay and where is Mani today?” I asked Breesha.
“Girl I don’t know what Mani is doing. She was supposed to be going out tonight with Rashard, but I got a feeling her scary ass might bail out on him,” Breesha said.
Laughing, I asked her, “Why you say that?”
“Girl, Mani little ass is scary as fuck. Rashard will turn her stuck up ass all the way out. I don’t know if she’s ready for him.”
I sat back and had to think about it for a while. If Rashard was anything like his cousin Dontae, then Mani sure as hell was about to have a problem on her hands. Mani wasn’t used to being with a thug ass nigga, so I didn’t think that she would be able to handle Rashard either. Her parents always kept her sheltered from this lifestyle, whereas Breesha and I was already exposed to these niggas out here. The boys that Imani would date were squares, and Rashard was way out of her league. But then again, I knew my cousin and I knew that she was able to hold her own. Besides, if anybody fucked with my little cousin, Breesha and I was on that ass like white on rice.
Chapter 12: Imani
I was home getting ready for my date with Rashard. Lately, we’ve been talking on the phone and texting, but now I decided to take him up on his offer and go on a date with him. I found out that he was 24 years old and his full name was Rashard Lewis. He and Dontae were the owners of their tattoo shop. He told me about his past when he was a dope boy and everything else. My heart was telling me to stay far away from him, but my body and soul were intrigued to know what he was all about. For some reason, I felt like
I would get hurt by putting my heart on the line with him. I wasn’t his girl or anything, but from the conversations that we’ve been having lately, I’m kind of beginning to feel him and I just hoped he feels the same way about me.
Another problem that I was having is that the fact that every night we are on the phone talking, I can constantly hear when his phone buzzes, indicating that he has a text message. I mean, some nights we would be on the phone at like two in the morning and his phone would be going off like that. There were so many signs that were telling me to stay away, but my body just wasn’t listening.
I had just finished doing the finishing touches to my makeup. I only applied a little bit of eye shadow and a few drops of foundation. I glossed my lips with my pink lip gloss and made sure my hair was on point. I had it parted down the middle, with loose curls flowing down my back. I walked back inside my room and prepared to get dressed. I was sporting a gold tight-fitting Gucci dress with a gold fur vest. On my feet was a pair of 6-inch pumps from Steve Madden. I had a shit load of going out clothes, even though my ass never went any damn where. Breesha and Nae treated me like their daughter, instead of their cousin, so their asses were always shopping for me whenever they would shop for themselves. Even my mom would still buy me clothes whenever she went to the mall. I was spoiled from all over, so I just hoped that Rashard was able to put up with me.
After I finished getting dressed, I gave myself the once over and I had to admit that I was the shit. I looked like I was about to walk down a runway, instead of going out for dinner. I took a quick mirror picture in the floor length mirror in my bedroom, and sent a picture of my outfit to Breesha and Nae. There was a knock at the door, and I knew it was Rashard. I grabbed my gold clutch from off my dresser and I was out the door.
“Damn,” Rashard said once he saw me.
I gave him a sly smile and looked him over. He looked so fine with his white button-up, long-sleeved polo and his white True Religion jeans. On his feet was a pair of white Timberlands. He was flossed out with diamonds around his neck and a big face Rolex shining on his wrist. He grabbed my hand and walked me to his awaiting all-white Chevy Camaro. He was being the perfect gentleman tonight. I hope his actions were genuine and he wasn’t just doing this so he could get some pussy, because that wasn’t about to go down no time soon.
“So where are we going?” I asked once we got settled into the car.
“Prime 112 on South Beach,” he said, putting his hand on my thigh.
“I’m going to need for you to relax, beautiful. You good with me, you don’t have to be all nervous and shit around me,” Rashard told me. I guess the nervousness was written all over my face. For some reason, I couldn’t control the fact that I was a little nervous. Maybe it was the simple fact that I was feeling him, or because I hadn’t been around a guy that I actually liked in a long ass time.
Thirty minutes later, we were pulling up to the fancy restaurant. I’ve been here once before, and that was one year for Breesha’s birthday dinner. Rashard had already made us reservations, so when we walked in, the host took us directly to our table.
After we ordered our drinks and food, I sat back staring at Rashard, taking him all in. He was just too damn fine for words.
“You keep staring at a nigga like that, I’m going to have to take your pretty ass out of here and handle you in the car,” he smirked. I gave him a smirk back, forgetting that his ass was always talking shit.
“Let me ask you something Rashard, and be honest,” I said, taking a sip from my wine.
“Whatever you want to know, lil one,” he said, looking me dead in my eyes.
“You could have any girl you want, why you decide to be here with me? I mean, I don’t even seem like your type. You look like the type to chase after these fast ass hoes that’ll let you treat them like shit. If that’s the impression that you got from me, you might want to leave me alone,” I said sternly.
“You done?” he asked after I finished giving him my speech. I just shook my head yes.
“First of all, I know you’re not one of these hoes running around here, which is why I’m feeling you. You think I would bring you out here if a nigga wasn’t trying to see what’s up with you? I just want to know where your head is at, lil mama. I ain’t never think about settling down with no bitch, but you got a nigga ready to turn in his playa’s card,” he said, sounding sincere.
I gave him a look because I didn’t like how he just called me a bitch in the process of telling me his story.
“Not like that lil mama. I’m just saying, I’m feeling the fuck out of you. You try to act all shy in front of a nigga, but I know that there’s more to you,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.
“And another thing, I hope you didn’t plan on getting any pussy tonight, because it’s not even about to go down like that,” I warned. Truth is, I was still very much a virgin and I didn’t plan on giving it up until I knew I met the right one.
Laughing, Rashard said, “Trust me lil mama, by the end of the month, I bet you’ll be begging me to fuck your little ass,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“And what makes you so sure?” I quizzed, looking him dead in his eyes.
“I just know, baby girl.”
After that, our food came and we ate in silence. After he paid for dinner, we headed back to his car.
“It’s only ten, you want to walk the boardwalk or you ready to go back home?” Rashard asked me as we got in his car.
“We can walk,” I told him.
He drove around and after giving his car to valet, we got out the car. When we got out, we saw Fat Tuesday’s and decided to go in for a drink. I didn’t want one, but Rashard did. After he got his drink, we headed back outside.
“Shard! Shard!” a female voice yelled.
We both turned around to see who it was that was calling him. I looked and it was a woman standing there with two friends with her. I mean, she was an average looking bitch, nothing special. She had her hair cut in a low cut, which went perfect with her round face. She was brown-skinned and thick as fuck. She had a cute birthmark above her top lip and she was wearing a tight ass short dress that stopped above the middle of her thick thighs.
“Oh what’s good Brandy?” Rashard asked the female.
She mugged the shit out of me and then focused her attention back on Rashard.
“This the reason why I haven’t heard from you?” she asked, signaling at me with her head.
“Man Brandy, gone on with all that,” Rashard said, putting his hand on my lower back.
“Fuck you Rashard! You ain’t shit nigga,” she seethed, and then turned around with her fuckin minions following behind her.
After she left, I turned and looked at Rashard and smirked. I wasn’t even mad at the situation; in fact, I found it to be quite comical.
“See what I’m talking about?” I asked. He pulled me close and palmed my ass cheek in his hand as he held his drink in the other.
“No, what you talking about?” he asked, kissing my cheek.
“You fuck with fast hoes. Hoes that become attached to you and act fuckin crazy because they don’t know their place,” I said, trying to get out of his hold, but he wasn’t letting me move.
“Let me find out you jealous.”
“I’m not jealous, I’m just speaking the truth,” I shrugged, attempting to remove his hands from off of my ass.
“If you not jealous, then kiss me.”
I looked into his eyes and before you knew it, I leaned up and kissed him. At first, I pecked him once on the lips and pulled away, but he pulled me in by my ass and we started tonguing each other down in the middle of the boardwalk for everyone to see. I could feel his hard dick poking me in my stomach, and my pussy was becoming wetter by the second. All these feelings were new to me, and I couldn’t control my actions. Of course I watched porn every once in a while, so a bitch was bound to get wet on that. But never have I been in a situation where my panties would become moist from just looking
at this man.
Rashard pulled away and slapped me on the ass, “Remember what I told you, girl,” he said.
“No, what did you tell me?” I asked.
“You gon’ be begging a nigga to fuck you by the end of the month,” he smirked.
“I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you,” I told him and headed into the direction of the car, with him right on my heels.
Chapter 13: Nae
“Baby when are you coming home?” I whined to my husband as I laid in the bed, waiting for him to come home.
I had just tucked our daughter in bed and right now, all I wanted was to be laid up under my husband. Lately, I couldn’t help but to feel ignored by my man. It’s like he was never here and even when he was here, I felt like he didn’t pay me any attention at all. I was beginning to feel the way that I would feel back in the days when he was heavy in the streets. I thought that since he was getting his money the legal way now that I would see more of him, but boy was I wrong.
“Nae, I will be home soon baby,” he said into the phone and then hung up. No goodbye, no I love you, not nothing!
I couldn’t help but to think that our marriage was suddenly losing that spark. I used to be so happy with Sincere, but lately things had changed and they weren’t for the better, either. I mean, how could I possibly be happy now if the man was hardly home? I spent my days home alone with our daughter, but that would all change in a few months because she was going to be starting school pretty soon. It’s like whenever I tried to have a conversation with my husband, he always made it seem like I was bothering him or some shit. Most nights when we would come home, I would lay in the den waiting for him to come home, but it was going on two in the morning and I ended up falling asleep on the couch with my daughter, so I decided to just head upstairs. When I called Sincere, I was hoping that he was going to say that he was on his way home, but from all the niggas and shit in the background, I could tell that he wouldn’t be coming home anytime soon like he said.
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