“Answer me! Where the fuck is your ring?” I asked, shaking her roughly by the tight grip that I had on her.
“I took it off,” she said, her voice barely audible.
“I get that, but where the fuck is it?” I wanted to know. She still didn’t answer me.
“Go put it back the fuck on and bring your ass back down here. I’m not fuckin done,” I said, pushing her away from me. She quickly headed upstairs and when she came back, she had removed her boots and was now wearing her ring.
“I’m going to ask you something. And I swear to God if you fuckin lie, Ima slap the shit out of you,” I said, walking closer to her.
She had tears rushing down her face, and I knew she was fuckin terrified. Those tears didn’t mean a fuckin thing to me, though. She wasn’t fuckin crying when she was all in that nigga face at the beach.
“When you went out tonight, who the fuck were you talking to? And you better not say Breesha or Imani, or Ima slap the shit out of you for even insulting me like that! Either way it go, Ima slap the shit outta your ass, so choose your fuckin words wisely!” I said, looking down at my wife to see that she was literally shaking.
She opened her mouth to say something, but I stopped her.
“Think before you answer that question. I would hate to have to fuck you up over this,” I said.
She looked at me long and hard before she began.
“Yes, I was talking to somebody else. But that’s all we did. We just fuckin talked. Whoever the fuck ran back and told you that need to get them a fuckin life. Did they also tell you that I was there with my cousins?” she asked through tears.
“That don’t fuckin matter. All I want to know is why you were in another nigga face when you fuckin married already,” I said.
“Same reason why you stayed an extra three days in Atlanta, to be with that bitch!” she hissed.
I fuckin lost it. I grabbed her up by her neck and slammed her in the wall.
“I done fuckin told your stupid ass I wasn’t up there with no bitch. I was up there making my fuckin money,” I gritted. I let go of her neck and shoved her hard on the floor.
“Fuck you Sincere. That’s all you fuckin care about! What about your fuckin family? I’m sick of fuckin begging your ass to be here with us. You can fuckin leave for all I care. I’m going to find me a real man. A man that wants to be home with me and my baby. A man that’s not going to put his fuckin job before us!” she said, telling a nigga how she really felt.
“Bitch, I wish you would bring another nigga around my fuckin seed,” I said, walking over to her.
“Fuck nigga, how you even know if she’s yours!” she shot back.
“What the fuck you just say to me?” I asked, bending down and getting eye level with her.
I fuckin dared her to repeat that shit again. I didn’t even have the fuckin courage to knock this bitch out; it wasn’t worth me going to jail over.
“Tomorrow we going to the fuckin doctor to check this shit out. Here, you can take that too,” I said, taking my ring off and throwing it at her.
“Sincere, I didn’t mean that. Baby you know Janiya is yours. She’s your Sin,” she cried, getting off the floor following after me. She came and tried to wrap her arms around me, but I quickly shoved her back.
“Get the fuck off me Nae, and I ain’t going to say that shit again,” I said with disgust.
“Baby, you know I didn’t mean that. You know she’s yours,” she cried.
I ignored her as I headed upstairs to pack me a bag. I needed to get the fuck away from her before I messed around and killed her ass in here tonight. I walked back downstairs, and she was still sitting there crying.
“Sincere don’t go. Baby I’m sorry,” she cried. She knew not to fuckin come near me, which is why she stayed her ass on the stairs.
I ignored her as I walked to the door and didn’t even look back. For her sake, she better hope like hell Janiya was mine, or I swear like hell it would be lights out for my wife!
Chapter 25: Nae
I’ve never in my life cheated on Sincere before. I said that shit to him out of spite. I was fuckin mad at him, so I only said that because I knew that it would piss him off. I didn’t think that he would go to the extreme on wanting to get a divorce and really planning on going to the doctor to get a DNA test! I mean, Janiya looks exactly like his ass. There’s no way he could ever question whether she was his or not. Yes, I’ll admit I was wrong for saying that, and I was wrong for talking to another dude while I was at the beach yesterday. The guy that I met, his name was Chris. We talked for a little while and he seemed interesting, but I knew that I would never be able to pursue something with him anyways. Sincere might have threw that wedding ring at me, but please believe he wasn’t going anywhere and neither was I. I wonder who told his ass that I was out last night anyways. That’s why I couldn’t stand Sincere’s homeboys now, because they ran back and told him everything I did like some little hoes.
When Sincere left last night, I couldn’t even find it in me to go to sleep. I tried calling him all night, but he wouldn’t even answer his phone. At first he was sending me to voicemail, and then he eventually shut his phone completely off. This was the first time ever that Sincere had gotten this mad at me, and I didn’t like it at all. The way he threw that ring at me last night, the look in his eyes, made me feel like he really might be done with my ass. I was going to do whatever it was that I had to do to get my husband back, even if I have to beg until I’m blue in the face.
I got out of the bed and went to take me a nice shower. I needed something to help calm my nerves. I had been stressing, wanting to know if my husband was okay and where did he sleep last night. I usually knew Sincere’s whereabouts, but right now I literally had no clue where he was. After stepping out of the shower thirty minutes later, I wrapped the towel around me and walked into my bedroom, and picked my phone up from my nightstand to call my mom and check on my baby.
When she answered, I got right to the point.
“How’s my baby, Ma?” I asked, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.
“And good morning to you too. What done crawled up your ass this morning?” my mom fussed.
Even though she was my mom, we were more like sisters. I was 25 and my mother was 42, but she didn’t look a day over 21. She had me when she was only 17 years old. We had more of a sister relationship, because I told my mother any and everything. I wouldn’t dare tell her the mess that went down with my husband and me last night, though. My mom was team Sincere all the way. Growing up, my mom didn’t really know how to raise me because hell, she was a baby herself. That woman let me do whatever the fuck I wanted to do. I even told her when I was 14 about me losing my virginity to Sincere. Even though my mom would let me do whatever, I knew that she still loved me, because she would always lecture to me about finishing school so that I could be better than she was.
As a child, my mom received all types of benefits from the government–Section 8 housing, food stamps, WIC, and welfare. My mom wasn’t working, so she depended on the check that she received at the beginning of every month. When I turned 17, I got me a job at Walmart as a part-time cashier, even though Sincere didn’t want me working. I didn’t want to be running after his ass when I got home from school, so I thought it was best that I started working. I didn’t even need the money, but I was just doing it so that my mom would be proud of me for doing something productive. That motivated my mom, so she went back to school and received her GED, and she currently works now at the post office in Miami, where she’s been for like the past seven years. I was extremely proud of my mom, because I could actually tell that she was happy. She was a great grandmother to Janiya, too.
“Nothing Ma, I’m good. Where is Niy?” I asked again.
“Hold on let me get her.”
I heard some moving around going on and then two minutes later, my daughter came on the phone.
“Hi Mommy,” she cooed into the phone.
“Hey stanka. What are you doing?” I asked her.
“Nothing, I was eating breakfast. What are you doing Mommy?” she asked me.
I smiled as I listened to my daughter. She was always so concerned about me. I loved this little girl so much. My daughter knew me better than my own husband did. She knew when I was sad, when I wasn’t feeling well, or if something was bothering. Of course, I wouldn’t discuss with my daughter the problems that her father and I were having, so whenever she would ask me what’s wrong, I would always inform her that I was okay, even though she didn’t believe me.
“Nothing, I miss you,” I said into the phone.
“I miss you too Mommy, but I don’t want to come home just yet. Grandma said she was taking me to the movies today to see Annie. But if you need me to come home I will, okay?”
“Okay baby, no you go have fun with grandma, Mommy will be okay. I’ll just come get you tomorrow then,” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. I really was planning on going to get my daughter since I didn’t have my husband here with me, but I didn’t want to be a bitch and stop her from hanging out with her grandma.
“Okay Mommy, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said, and ended the call.
I tried calling my husband back, but he still wouldn’t answer for me; he did turn his phone back on, though. I took my iPad off the dresser and signed into Where’s My Phone? I typed in Sincere’s apple ID and password and waited for it to tell me where he was. It gave me the address to his location, and I planned on making a pop up on his ass. Sometimes in life, you had to go through the extreme if you wanted your marriage to work. This time, I was in the wrong, so I was going to do whatever I had to do to bring my man home with me.
I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and gargled with some Listerine. Next, I unwrapped my hair and let it hang down. I parted it down the middle and applied a tad bit of makeup, and then glossed my lips with my Mac lip-gloss. I walked back inside my bedroom, and changed into a pair of white Robin skinny jeans and a white BCBG silk shirt that exposed my entire back. I put on my all white Giuseppe Zanotti pumps and got my white Louboutin clutch, and headed for the door.
The whole ride over, I kept thinking the worst, like what if Sincere tried to kill my ass for popping up on him? So many times I was contemplating on turning around, but I managed to keep going in the direction of the GPS. 45 minutes later, I was pulling up to the Four Seasons hotel. This motha fucka went and got a room when he could have easily slept his ass in one of the guest bedrooms. Can you say fuckin petty? I gave my car to valet and then headed inside of the luxurious hotel. When I walked in, there was no one inside except for the one young receptionist sitting at the front desk.
“Hi I’m here to see my husband, Sincere O’Neal. Could you tell me what room he’s in? It’s a surprise, he doesn’t know I’m coming. He was expecting for me to get here tomorrow,” I lied through clenched teeth.
“Aww that’s so sweet,” the young, dumb blonde receptionist stated. I gave her a small smile as I watched her type something into the computer.
“Okay, Mr. O’Neal is actually in our presidential suite, which is located on the 29th floor. Would you like me to give you a key, or would you just rather knock?” she asked me, smiling.
“I’ll take a key,” I said, trying my best not to sound or look nervous, because I didn’t want her to figure out that I was up to something.
“Okay, no problem.” She stood up and got a key from the back. She scanned it to activate it and handed it back to me.
“There you go, Mrs. O’Neal.”
“Thank you,” I said, smiling and walking off fast as hell before she changed her mind.
This bitch was really fuckin dumb. She didn’t even ask me to show her my ID or anything. How did she know if I was really his wife or not? I could have been a damn murderer, and she let me inside of here with no problem. They must have just hired her ass, because I literally got through to her so easily. I just knew that I was going to have to end up calling Sincere and letting him know that I was here because they wouldn’t let me up, but boy was I wrong. Anyways, I walked over to the elevator and rode it all the way to the 29th floor. I had to walk a long hallway to get inside. When I reached it, I said a long prayer to God that he guided me through whatever it was that would happen as soon as I stepped foot inside his room.
When I walked inside the room, I heard water coming from out of the bathroom. I’m guessing he was in the shower. I had to admit, this room was fuckin nice. It gave a perfect view of Miami’s cityscape. It had full wall windows on both sides of the suite. There was a big king-sized bed in the main room. I was standing in the living room, which held a 60-inch flat screen TV, which was hanging on the wall. The color scheme in here was beautiful. It was shades of crème and red. Sincere and I had stayed here before, but we never stayed in the presidential suite.
I heard the bathroom door open, and for some reason I was fuckin scared. What if he threw my ass out or tried to fuckin choke me again for spying on him? I stayed glued to where I was for a few seconds. Finally, I walked inside of the room and tried to muster up enough courage to try and talk to my husband.
Chapter 26: Sincere
I had just got my ass out of the shower. Last night was a long night. I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning smoking and drinking. That shit my wife had spit to me last night really had a nigga thinking. I knew damn well that Janiya was mine, but the fact that Nae would say some foul shit like that made me wonder if she had ever cheated on me before. I know I might sound like a hypocrite, because there were plenty of times that I use to cheat on Nae, but the shit was different when a female did it. Females would get attached to the nigga and get their feelings involved. When a nigga cheat, he do that shit and keep it moving. I know it don’t make it right that I used to do it to her and I don’t expect her to do it to me, but damn, a nigga was selfish as fuck when it came to my wife. I took pride in knowing that I was the only nigga to slide between her legs, and now I didn’t even know if that was still the case. If Nae had cheated on me, I don’t think that I would be able to look at her ass the same anymore. I guess that’s Karma coming back to bite a nigga in the ass because back then, my niggas would always tell me that Nae was going to get tired of my shit one day and get her another nigga. I swore up and down that she would never do some shit like that, but damn, a nigga didn’t even know what the hell to think anymore.
I wrapped my towel around me and when I turned around, I saw my wife standing there with a blank expression on her face. This was the second time in a row that I could see the look of fear on my wife’s face. No, I didn’t want her to be scared of me, but I also didn’t want her ass to think that it was okay to go around talking to other niggas and saying slick ass comments out her mouth like that to me. I swear it took everything in me last night not to break her fuckin neck.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Brenae?” I asked her, sucking my teeth.
“I came to apologize,” she said, staying in her spot by the door.
“I’m listening,” I said, turning around to go over to my suitcase so that I could find me something to wear.
She walked over to me and sat her purse on the dresser. She tried grabbing my hands, but I quickly snatched them away from her.
“Baby, I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean what I said last night. You and everyone else knows that Niy is yours. I just said it because I was mad. Baby, I’ve never cheated on you and I don’t plan to now. And I also apologize for disrespecting you the way I did last night by talking to someone else. I just did that so I could get your attention,” she said.
I didn’t respond, I just sat there staring at her. I had to admit, I was being a little selfish. Here I was always at work, and I had my wife always waiting at home on me. Niy was in school now, so that left my wife to be alone most of the day. I didn’t want her working, so that left her to be bored most days. Damn, I didn’t even think of it like that until now. I sat dow
n on the bed and shook my head. I had held Nae back from a lot of stuff, because I always wanted to be the breadwinner of the house, and I didn’t want my wife to have to punch no fuckin nine to five. I knew that Nae had dreams on becoming a nurse, but my selfish ass had held her back from going back to school.
It was selfish on my part because while I was working, I expected my wife to be at home. It’s just that over the years, I remember I would watch as my mom would go to work and slave cleaning hotel rooms for a living. I swore up and down that when I grew up and made it big, I wouldn’t want my wife or my mother to have to ever work anymore. This whole time, I thought that I was actually being helpful, while all the while I was just a selfish ass nigga in my wife’s eyes. Honestly, I still didn’t want her to work, but if going to school was something that she wanted to do, then I think I would be willing to compromise with her.
Nae got down on her knees and stared up at me. She was so fuckin beautiful, even though I could look in her eyes and tell that she was stressing. She started kissing and sucking on my abs, and then she made her way to my towel. She gently tugged at it, until she had my hard dick exposed.
“Baby I’m sorry,” she said, stroking me the right way while rubbing my precum over the head, then leaning her head down to kiss the tip.
She positioned her mouth before my dick, which was damn near resting on my stomach, and took all of me into her mouth. Every time she would lick it, my shit would grow bigger and bigger. She continued to do that while gazing up at me with those bedroom eyes. I put one hand on her head, trying to get her to swallow my shit because she kept taunting me by only licking the first few inches.
“Swallow my shit girl,” I groaned, placing both hands on either side of her face, fuckin her face slowly.
“Just like that baby,” I moaned, letting her face go and running my fingers through her long hair. My wife was giving me some nasty ass head, and my toes was curling; she was humming and moaning against my dick, driving a nigga crazy. Putting a strong hold on my dick with her small fingers, she alternated between sucking and jacking me at the same time.
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