“I’ll make it up to you. I don’t have class tomorrow, so I’ll sleep over tonight,” I whispered in his ear.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” he said, grabbing my ass.
I kissed him one last time and turned around to leave. When I was walking out the door, his cousin Mark was sitting by the door staring at me. He reminded me of the nigga Beans from the movie State Property. The lustful way he stared at me made me feel some type of way. It’s like he was undressing me with his eyes, and that shit made me feel uncomfortable. He licked his lips in anticipation, and I could feel his eyes burning a hole through my back as I walked out the door. I paid it no mind as I headed back to my car. I was going to go home and pack my bag so that I could spend the night with my baby.
Chapter 21: Nae
“Baby, do you have to go?” I whined as I watched my husband pack up his suitcase. Every time he would put an item of clothing inside, I would take it back out and he would put it back in. I didn’t want him to leave me. I begged him to let me go, but he said that I needed to be here to watch Janiya. He just used that as a bullshit excuse because he didn’t want me going with him.
“Yes Nae. I will only be gone for two days. What the fuck are you tripping for? You act like a nigga ain’t going to come back!” he barked at me.
“Fuck you, Sincere. All your ass care about is fuckin work. You probably got another bitch up there that you about to meet, that’s why your ass want to go so bad,” I accused.
He walked over to me on the bed, yanked me up by my shirt, and threw me against the wall.
“Watch you fuckin mouth. Only bitch I got is you. The one that’s always nagging me about staying home and trying to make a nigga not go to work and get this money,” he gritted, shoving me back on the bed.
“I don’t care. You can stay your ass up there forever for all I care. See if I’m going to be here when you get back,” I said, getting from off of the bed.
“You ain’t that fuckin crazy,” he said continuing, to pack his bag.
That was his fuckin problem now, this nigga underestimated me too much. He thought that I was his fuckin puppet and he could just string me along. Well no, I was fuckin tired of sitting at home waiting for his ass. Today, I was going to go register for some classes at the community school so that I could go back to get my degree in nursing. I wanted to start focusing on me and become more independent. Here we were fuckin arguing, when I should be getting dicked down before he left. I changed clothes and grabbed my purse.
“Where the fuck are you going, Nae? You know you got to take me to the damn airport!” he said.
“Tell that bitch you meeting to take you! I’m leaving.”
I tried to hurry out of the room, but he had already pulled me back.
“I already told you to stop saying that shit. I swear to God you about to make me slap the shit out of your ass,” he said, holding me tight by my waist.
Sincere had never put his hands on me before but from the look in his eyes, I really felt like if I kept on, that I would be laid out on my back somewhere. I sat down on the bed and waited for him to finish packing.
“Alright let’s go,” he said, walking out of the room with his Louis Vuitton suitcases.
I stood up from the bed and led us downstairs. I was so pissed off right about now. The whole ride to the airport was a quiet one. I was quiet because I was in my feelings about my husband leaving, but I wouldn’t dare let him know that. We pulled up to the airport and I parked the car. Sincere turned in his seat to face me.
“Alright Nae. Be on your best behavior while I’m gone. Try me and get fucked up if you want to,” he said.
He kissed me on the lips and told me he loved me. I didn’t say anything as I sat there in silence. When he got his bags, I sped off without saying another word. He didn’t love me that much if he wouldn’t let me go with him to Atlanta for two fuckin days. I wouldn’t have bothered him at all, I just wanted to be around my damn husband. Ladies let me know, was I wrong for that?
Chapter 22: Breesha
I don’t know what went down the night that Dontae left but when he came back, I was still up waiting for him. He came in the room and I saw spots of blood on his clothes and on his boots. I wanted to ask him what happened, but I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t tell me anyways. I felt like he did what he felt he had to do for his daughter, and I couldn’t stop him from that. God only knows what I would do if an outsider had laid hands on my child, which is why I wasn’t going to judge Dontae for what he had done.
I was at the shop in my office. I had just finished up some paperwork and I was getting ready to go on my break. There was a knock at my door, and I sucked my teeth. I didn’t understand why is it that every time I chose to go on break, people decided to bother me. I opened the door with an annoyed look on my face.
“Damn, you not happy to see daddy?” Dontae asked, standing there with a playful, sad look on his face.
“Yes I’m happy to see you baby, but I was just about to go on break,” I said, hugging him.
He looked so sexy in his yellow Polo shirt with his denim blue True Religion jeans hanging of his ass. He had a pair of brown Sperry’s on his feet and from the looks of things, I could tell that he had just left the barbershop. It did something to me every time I would see him after getting a fresh cut. He closed the door behind him, lifted me up, and carried me to my desk. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hungrily kissed him. We had just fucked all last night, you would think that he would have enough of me by now.
“You not tired of my pussy yet?” I smirked.
“Never,” he said as he sat me on top of my desk.
I was so fuckin hungry, but I was horny too. I decided to fuck now and eat later. Dontae lifted my white silk shirt over my head and unsnapped my bra.
“Why you come over here fuckin with me?” I moaned as he gently sucked on my breast.
“Cuz I know you wanted me to,” he said, pulling up my black high waist skirt that I was wearing.
I smirked and he kissed my lips softly, licking and teasing them until I pulled away. He unzipped his pants and pulled out my newfound best friend. I sat up and wrapped my arms around his waist. I gently bit his lip, and that’s when he began to move the head of his dick over my spot.
“Shit,” I moaned, throwing my head back and enjoying the feeling.
I felt like he was purposely teasing me by not putting the whole thing in, so I bit down hard on his bottom lip. Getting the point, he shoved all of himself inside of me.
“Mmmm Taeee,” I moaned into his mouth as I kissed him.
I was trying to control my moans, but the way he was handling me on my desk, it was damn near impossible. From the look on my face, I guess he could tell I was slightly uncomfortable. Normally when we had sex, I was always loud, but since we were at my job, I had no choice but to try and force myself to be quiet.
“Let that shit out, don’t hold it back,” he said, sucking on my neck.
He continued to bang in and out of my pussy without showing me any mercy. All I could do was let out soft moans and hope that nobody out front could hear me. My juices were pouring all over the table, and I felt like I would cum any minute.
He pulled out of me, and I gave him a look as if to say, nigga what the fuck?
“Shit I was about to cum! Why you did that?” I whined.
He didn’t say anything, he just bent down and made love to my pussy with his tongue. That shit was too good and at that point, I had forgot that I was at work. By now, I’m sure that everybody up front knew my man’s first, middle, and last name.
“Fuckkk I’m cuminnnggg,” I moaned, placing my hands on the edge of the table and rolling my hips against his tongue.
He lapped up all of my juices and stood me up and turned me around. I bent my head down on the desk as I tried my best to handle them long, deep strokes that he was serving me. I wanted so bad to tap out, but I knew that later he would be talking shit saying that I couldn’t handl
e the dick. I moved up a little, trying to get him to take some out.
“Fuck is you going? You wanted this dick, now take it!” he barked in my ear.
I reached back and tried to put my hands on his abs, but he quickly slapped them away.
“Shittt Taeee, it’s tooo deeepp baby,” I cried.
My cries fell on deaf ears as he continued to handle my body roughly.
“I’m cumingggg baby. Fucckkk cum with meee,” I moaned.
“Shit,” I heard him say.
He pulled out and busted on my back. We didn’t use protection, and I wasn’t on any type of pills, so I was glad that he pulled out because lately, we had been slipping big time. I stood crouched over, trying to catch my fuckin breath. Dontae pulled me up by my waist and rested his hand on the front of my stomach and whispered in my ear.
“I told you when we first met that this dick will fuck up your life.”
I flipped him off and continued trying to get myself together.
He slapped my ass and said, “I just finished doing that, lil mama.”
I stood up and he came back out from inside of the restroom inside of my office, and wiped me off.
“You still want to go get something to eat?” he asked once we both finished cleaning ourselves off.
“Yes, come on,” I said, grabbing my purse and turning the lights off in my office.
I told my assistant Melanie that I was taking an hour break and that I would be back.
Chapter 23: Nae
My husband had been gone for two days already, and he didn’t even have the decency to call and check on me or our daughter. He did text me when he arrived to let me know that he had made it, and that was the last time that I had heard from him. I was going to fuckin show his ass better than I could tell him. I had just dropped off my daughter to my mom’s house, and I was getting ready to go out with Breesha and Mani. I took my wedding ring off and stuck it inside of my jewelry box. Since motha fuckas wanted to act like they were single and shit, I was about to do the same exact thing.
I was wearing a tee shirt dress from Cotton On, along with my brown moccasin boots. I was fuckin showing out tonight–no ring, and I had made sure I wore this dress so that the tattoo of my husband’s name on my right breast wasn’t showing. I was fuckin tired of playing with Sincere’s ass. He was supposed to be coming home tonight, and he was going to be real hurt when he walked in that house and saw that I wasn’t there waiting in the bed for him, like I usually was. Boy, I swear that’s not a good feeling at all! I had my hair flowing down my back, and I was the shit. I grabbed my purse off my dresser and I was out the door. I was going over to Breesha’s and Imani’s crib so we could go to South Beach for drinks.
The way I was feeling, I planned on getting fucked up tonight. Lord knows I needed something to handle the shit that I have been enduring lately with my marriage. It never used to be like this, though. I mean, don’t get me wrong, before Sin went to prison, he was hustling hard. But shit, I felt like he was home with me more then than he is now.
I pulled up to Imani and Breesha’s home ten minutes later and stepped out. I knew a night out with my cousins would make me feel a whole lot better.
I knocked on the door, and Imani came and answered it with the phone glued to her ear. She gave me a hug and continued to talk to whoever it was. I assumed it was Rashard, because I heard her telling him she was just going out with me and Breesha. He probably didn’t want her little ass to go with us. I smirked and headed upstairs to find Breesha.
“Hey cousin,” I said, walking over and sitting down on her bed. She looked me over and laughed.
“Bitch, you showing out tonight. And where the fuck is your ring?” she asked after she finished strapping up her heels.
“I took it off. Me and Sin been having problems lately,” I said.
“Okay Nae, every married couple have problems. But shit, you ain’t supposed to go around taking off your ring and shit just because y’all had a little disagreement,” Breesha preached.
“Okay Breesha damn, let’s go. I didn’t come over here to hear all that,” I said.
She sucked her teeth and we headed back downstairs. Imani was sitting at the table, dressed and ready to go as well. I’m guessing Rashard most have told her she could come with us. He swore up and down that we were turning Imani out when he was the one that turned her out the moment she opened up her legs for him. Imani was a whole different person now. I’m not going to lie, I liked this Imani better now, because she wasn’t as stuck up as she was before and she wasn’t so quick to turn down, like she used to be. The old Imani would not have gone with us tonight to South Beach. She would have stayed her ass in her room, studying or some shit.
Nae
My girls and I were walking the boardwalk on South Beach, each with a drink from Fat Tuesday in our hands. All of a sudden, I spotted this fine nigga standing in front of one of the restaurants and instantly our eyes locked. He was too damn fine for words. Normally, I liked my men with low cuts, but he was sporting long dreads that stopped at the middle of his back. They were so neat; it looked like he had just got them done. He was wearing a black and Red Ferrari shirt with a pair of black True’s hanging off his ass. On his feet was a pair of the black and red Jordan infrared 6’s. He had a gold chain dangling around his neck and a big face Rolex on his wrist that was on freeze.
When he smiled at me, I noticed that he had a deep dimple in his left cheek. He was about 6’3 and he weighed about 195 pounds. Shit, he was fuckin perfect with his perfect mahogany skin. We were getting ready to walk past him, and I had to make sure I put an extra strut in my walk.
“Let me holla at you for a minute, lil mama,” he said, leaving from the group of men that were surrounding him.
Breesha and Mani both gave me a crazy look, but I quickly dismissed it as I walked over to him to see what he was all about.
“I see the way you was looking at a nigga. What’s good with you?” he asked, licking his perfect, full lips.
“In order for you to know that I was looking, a nigga had to be looking at me,” I shot back.
He laughed and his teeth were so fuckin perfect. I knew I was playing a dangerous ass game, but he had a bitch intrigued to know what the fuck was going on with him.
Chapter 24: Sincere
I was on my way back home after being in Atlanta for the past 5 days. I know I told my wife that I was only supposed to be gone for two days, but things went different when we got there. My artists, Dem Boyz, were supposed to make an appearance at Club Magic City, but it ended up being switched to the following day, which is why we ended up staying a little longer. I had a limo waiting to pick me up from the airport, because I knew my wife’s ass wasn’t going to come get me, with her selfish ass.
When I got off my flight, I headed over to baggage claim to retrieve my Louis Vuitton luggage. After that, I went to the parking lot and my limo was already there waiting for me. I gave him the address to my home, and climbed in the back and leaned my head back. Not even five minutes later, my phone started ringing. I looked down and I noticed that it was my nigga Bo.
“What’s good nigga?” I answered the phone. I figured it had to be important, because this nigga wouldn’t be calling my phone at 11 o’clock at night.
“Sin, I’m out here on South Beach and I swear I seen somebody that look just like Nae. So I looked again and it’s your wife, dawg. She over here smiling all in some nigga face, man,” he told me.
“Can’t be my wife dawg. She ain’t fuckin crazy,” I hissed. Or was she?
“Nigga, she right here. I’m looking right at her talking to some nigga with dreads in his hair. I see the big ass tattoo she got of them flowers and shit on her arm,” he said, describing my wife to the tee, especially once he called out the half sleeve tattoo of flowers that she had on her arm.
“Alright nigga. I’ll handle that. I appreciate it,” I said, ending the call.
She better have hoped she took her ass to Breesha’s
house tonight, because God only knows what the fuck I would do to her if she brought her ass home to me. Yeah, in the past I had cheated on Nae, but that shit was when I was young and we wasn’t even fuckin married. So for her to be out here, like she ain’t got a fuckin husband at home, was fuckin unacceptable. Never in a million years did I expect Nae to cheat on a nigga. Yeah, we were going through our little problems right now but shit, let’s work it out before we jump to the next nigga. I never in my life have put my hands on my wife, but I just pray to God that I was able to still say that if she brought her ass home tonight!
An hour later, we pulled up to the house and I paid the driver, and he kept it moving. I walked inside my house and went upstairs to sit my luggage in the room. I took me a much-needed shower and changed into a pair of Polo boxers and some Nike shorts with my Nike slides.
I grabbed my stash of weed out of my drawer, went downstairs, and waited to see if my wife would bring her ass home.
Sincere
I had all the lights off downstairs, except for the lamp that I had on in the den. At 3:45 a.m., I heard the front door open. I heard my wife walk inside the house and try to go upstairs.
“Naw, bring your ass in here,” I said. She walked inside the den and stood in front of me.
“Baby...whh...when did you get here?” she stuttered.
I ignored her and walked over to the wall to turn the lights on. I wanted to take a good look at her. Here she was standing in front of me in this little ass dress, with these high ass boot on, like she wasn’t fuckin married. It took everything in me not to yank her ass up. I looked down at her hands and noticed it looked naked. I noticed about $10, 000 worth of money was missing from her fuckin finger. Wait, I know fuckin well she didn’t take off her fuckin wedding ring!
“Brenae, where the fuck is your ring?” I asked, pulling her by the front of her dress into my chest.
She looked like she was about to piss on herself. My voice was so deep, I swear I fuckin felt the frames on the walls shake. She didn’t answer me; she just stood there with her head down.
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