“Alright baby, let’s go, I’m ready to go home,” I said, pulling on Cevon’s arm. This whole situation was awkward, and it didn’t make any sense to just stand there and not say shit. Knowing Cevon ass, this was probably a bitch that he used to fuck, and he got this bitch all in my damn face. I can tell from the way she didn’t speak when he introduced us that they used to fuck.
Cevon looked down at me, kissed me on my cheek, and told Monica bye.
“Alright Monise,” I said, trying to be funny. I knew damn well what this bitch’s name was.
“It’s Monica,” she stated matter of factly.
“Yeah that,” I said, smiling and waving bye to her.
During the walk to the car, there were no words spoken between Cevon and I. I didn’t want to show my ass in public, so I would wait until we got in the car to start with the interrogation!
Cevon
I can’t believe that I ran into Monica ass just now. What made matters worse is I had my girl with me. See, Kyla and I had been together since our teenage years, but we were always on and off due to the fact that I couldn’t be faithful to her. Monica was just some ho that I used to smash from time to time, and honestly I hadn’t been with that girl since Kyla and I had got back together. I started messing around with Monica maybe 3 years ago. Kyla and I were still together at the time, too. Every time we broke up, I went right to Monica and she welcomed my ass with open arms and legs. Crazy, because Monica knew all about Kyla; it’s just Kyla didn’t know shit about Monica. Never in a million years did I think this shit would catch up to me–my sideline meeting my main lady. Ain’t this some shit!
See, I know Kyla, and I know that if I tell her I used to fuck with Monica, she would get to trippin. That’s exactly why when we get in the car and she asks me if I fucked Monica, I’m telling her no with no questions asked. I just got my girl back, and I plan on keeping it that way. Kyla is the one that I plan to marry one day, and hopefully make the mother of my kids as well. I wasn’t lying to be no stupid ass nigga; I was lying to protect her fuckin feelings, because if I tell her I fucked Monica, that’s not going to be the end of the conversation. Naw, Kyla gon’ want to know how many times we fucked, where we fucked, did I eat the bitch pussy, did she suck my dick, little irrelevant shit like that which was gon’ get her ass all worked up over some shit that happened in the damn past.
“So, did you fuck her?” Kyla got right to the point as soon as I pulled off from the mall. Damn, a nigga didn’t feel like talking about this shit right now.
“Fuck who?” I asked, playing dumb. I knew damn well who she was talking about.
“Cevon, don’t fuckin be funny. That bitch at the mall who you was showing all 32 of her teeth for you! That’s who!” she barked at me, turning around to face me in her seat.
“Nah, that’s my home girl from back in the day,” I lied with a straight ass face; wasn’t showing no signs of me lying, either.
I felt like a fuckin pussy for sitting here lying to my girl like this. I just loved her ass too much to tell her I did fuck the bitch. I knew for a fact she would leave me because like I said, I fucked with Monica when Kyla and I were still together.
“Pull over right quick,” Kyla said, pointing to the side of the road.
“Man, pull over for what?” I asked, still driving. I wasn’t making no plans of pulling this mother fucka over no time soon. Kyla’s lil ass was crazy, and I didn’t know what the fuck she was going to do.
“Cevon, pull the fuckin car over!” she yelled, and I got my ass in the far right lane and pulled the car over, turning on my hazard lights.
“Look me in my face right now and tell you that you didn’t fuck that bitch,” Kyla said, looking at me and batting those long ass eyelashes.
I blew out a frustrated breath and looked her dead in her eyes, “I swear, I didn’t fuck that bitch,” I said, never breaking my stare. She gave me a strange look and then nodded her head. I knew that look all too well. She was trying to think of some shit, but she couldn’t figure the shit out so she decided to leave the shit alone.
“I really hope you not lying to me Cevon,” she said, turning around in the passenger seat and facing the front.
“Man Mo and–” I started, but her hotheaded ass cut me off.
“Man, call that bitch by her name. Don’t sit here and call that hoe a nickname,” Kyla screamed at me with her crazy ass.
I couldn’t help but laugh, because she was jealous as hell. I guess you can kind of say I’m the reason for her insecurities.
“Keep laughing. All I’m going to say is, let me find out you fucked he and I swear to God I’m going to be done with you,” she said, and I knew from her voice that she was dead serious.
All I could do was pray to God that Kyla and Monica never had to cross paths again, or else that was it for us. I knew Monica, and I knew her ass was petty as fuck so I’m pretty sure if her and Kyla ran into each other again, her ass was bound to tell her about all the times we fucked. Shit, her ass even sucked my dicked once while I was on the phone with Kyla. A nigga used to be living dirty, but I swear I changed and I just wanted to prove to Kyla that I could be that man that she wanted me to be.
Chapter 5: Ka’lani
I was on my way out of the shop, heading to my dad’s house to go pick up my baby. Since the birth of Aaliyah, I decided to be mature about the situation and give Phillip a shot at being in our lives. Besides, my daughter loved him a lot because he already had her little butt spoiled. I just wish that I would’ve had my dad in my life when I was growing up, though. Even though he’s here now, I just can’t help but dwell on the past. I was also having a better relationship with my mother; we talked just as much as I talked to my girls. She made it her business to make sure she kept Aaliyah at least twice during the week. If I was working though, most times I would just drop the baby off at my dad’s house.
Funny how last week when I came over to drop off my daughter at my dad’s house, I noticed that my mom’s car was parked in the driveway. Of course, they tried to downplay the whole situation and act like they were only talking, but I knew better. Eww, I didn’t even want to think about my parents having sex. I knew that something was up between them though, because every once in a while I would catch my mother staring at my dad with lust-filled eyes–the same eyes that I still gave Tyrone to this day. Whatever makes them happy, I’m down for it though; I just hope that he doesn’t plan on breaking my mother’s heart again like he did in the past.
As I pulled up to my father’s house, I noticed there was a white Mercedes parked in the driveway. I knew it wasn’t my mother’s car because she drove a silver Lexus. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, my dad came and opened the door for me.
“Hey Ka’lani,” he said with a strange look on his face. I didn’t know what was going on, but something wasn’t right because it was written all over this nigga’s face. He was trying to block my view by standing in the doorway, and I wasn’t but so tall so I wasn’t able to see behind him.
“Hey, where’s my baby,” I said, walking around him and going inside of the house.
He didn’t even get a chance to respond because as soon as I hit the corner, I saw Symone with my baby in her lap, bouncing her up and down. I had to do a double take because this bitch had some fuckin balls to touch my baby. She see I tagged that ass when she tried to fuck my husband, but now this bitch was touching my baby! Sister or not, that didn’t give her ass the right to touch my damn daughter. She lost that right when she decided to go against the grain that night and try to fuck my man.
“Hoe, you can’t be serious,” I said, walking over and snatching Aaliyah from her.
Aaliyah started crying real loud, because I had roughed her up a little too hard. After calming her down some, I got back to the situation at hand.
“Come on Ka’lani, don’t be like that, I’m her auntie,” this bitch had the nerve to say. Was this hoe trying to be an auntie when she was telling my hus
band how good she would fuck him? I wish like hell this hoe would try to play victim after she did what she did.
“Hoe, you ain’t shit to her. You messed that up when you tried to fuck my man. I was going to give your trifling ass a chance, but look at that shit you pulled. You lucky I didn’t kill your ass that night,” I said, with venom dripping from my voice. I swear to God if I didn’t have my baby with me, I would beat that bitch’s ass just because.
“And you,” I said, pointing to my dad.
“Let me know when you bring strangers over here so that I can come and get my baby,” I said, getting Aaliyah’s baby bag from off the floor. I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful towards my dad; it’s just that I didn’t play when it came to my daughter, and to walk in on this bitch holding my baby only made my ass go crazy.
“Ka’lani, wait,” Phillip said, walking after me.
“I don’t want to talk. I don’t want that bitch around my daughter. Now goodnight!” I spat, walking out the door.
I got outside, put my baby in her car seat, and was on my way home. I really hoped that my husband was home when I got there, because I needed a damn massage. I’d been standing on my feet for damn near 10 hours that day. I was in the mood for some Chinese food, so on the way to the house, I got my phone from out of my purse and placed me an order for delivery. Hopefully, the food would be there by the time I got home.
When I pulled up to the house, I noticed that Tyrone’s car was parked in the driveway, and I was too fuckin happy. I had somebody to come home and talk to, because Aaliyah’s ass had already gone to sleep. Getting out the car, I got my baby out of her car seat, took her bag from off the floor, and headed into the house. After changing my daughter, I placed her in her crib and turned on the baby monitor inside of the room. Gently closing the door, I headed down to the basement to go find my husband.
I walked in and Tyrone was sitting on his big, football beanie playing the game. I swear, I think he loved that game more than he loved me.
“Hi husband. I didn’t see you all day,” I said, walking over to him and sitting in front of his legs. I tucked my legs under my butt and rested my head on his shoulder.
“That’s because my wife decided to leave the house early this morning and didn’t even wake up daddy,” Tyrone told me, pausing the game to give me some kisses. After we finished, I continued to lay my head on him in silence.
“What’s wrong, Tiny?” Tyrone asked me, not missing anything when it came to me.
“I went to go pick the baby up from my dad’s house, and when I walked in Symone was sitting on the couch with Aaliyah in her damn lap. I’m not even tripping off that bitch, though. It’s just the fact that this hoe is really brave to even touch my baby after that shit she pulled,” I said, looking up at him.
“I ain’t even got two words to say to your damn sister. Just let that bitch know to stay the fuck away from my daughter, and that’s all I’m going to say about the situation. At the end of the day y’all blood, that’s your sister, and I would never keep you away from her. So if you decided to forgive her for that shit, that’s your call because you got to remember that she is Aaliyah’s auntie,” Tyrone told me. Even if that day did come, which I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t anytime soon, when I did decided to forgive Symone for that shit, I just know that I would never forget, and I would never trust her trifling ass around my husband anymore.
“Your fine ass mom was over there again?” Tyrone asked me, and I slapped him upside his head.
“Stop talking about my mama nigga,” I said, trying to stand up because I could hear the doorbell ringing.
“Phillip was over there breaking Ms. Sharon off the other day, your cock blocking ass came over there fuckin up that man groove,” Tyrone joked, and I threw the pillow at his silly ass. Like I said, I didn’t even want to picture my parents having sex, even though I knew that they had something going on. Hey, mom got to have a life too!
Tamika
Can a bitch take the time out right and state how happy I am? I mean damn, I love my Pat! That nigga is my everything and more. I’m glad I finally took him up on his offer and gave him a chance. We finally went ahead and made our relationship official, and I swear that had to be one of the best decisions that I’ve ever made in my life. A bitch was sprung. It’s like I couldn’t stay away from this man, no matter what. I swear we were joined to the hip or something. Even if he was working, he still found a way to make time for me, and I loved that he tried to put me first before everything. The one thing that I liked the most about our relationship was the fact that it was based on honesty. Before Pat and I even got together, we basically told each other everything so that in the end, there wouldn’t be any surprises. Yes, I know that Pat isn’t perfect and I also know that before we got together, his ass had a woman for every day of the week, but best believe I made his ass delete every bitch’s number that was in his phone. Oh best believe, I cleaned up shop before I jumped head first into this relationship. It’s crazy, because I swore up and down that I wasn’t going to fuck with him like that on that level, but ever since the night he blessed me that dope dick, I couldn’t seem to leave his fine ass alone–and vice versa.
I had just awakened from having some mind-blowing sex with my man. I’ve been here at his house being held hostage for the past three days. This man wouldn’t let me out his sight to go to the bathroom, but I can’t say that I didn’t love it. I haven’t even been to the shop, and I know my clients were calling me every name in the damn book because they were trying to schedule appointments, but Pat had taken my phone from me and I haven’t seen it since. I knew the girls were wondering what the hell I was doing, but I’m pretty sure they knew that I was in good hands, because Pat talked to the boys on a daily and I’m pretty sure the boys relayed the message to the girls, letting them know that I was in good hands.
It was a Thursday Morning, and I knew that I had to go into work and stop playing hooky. Pat couldn’t keep me in this house forever; eventually, I would have to get my ass up. These past three days, without going to work and just getting catered to all day every day, were the bomb and I knew for a fact that I could get used to this. As much as I enjoyed being home though, I loved being in the shop doing hair as well. There was something about doing hair that soothed me and kept me at peace. Ever since I was in fifth grade, my ass had been doing hair. I knew since then that when I grew up, I wanted to have my own salon and do hair. That’s when I met Tisha, Ka’lani, and Kyla, and it just so turned out that we all had the same dream, and that’s why when we all graduated from high school, we went to cosmetology school and all received our licenses in less than two years. After that, we decided to all put our money together and open up our own shop. See, that shop wasn’t just one of ours; it was all of our shop. We all worked hard for that. I can’t lie; going to that shop is sometimes crazy, because it can get a little crazy in there, but I swear I love every minute of it.
I attempted to get out of the bed and as soon as I moved, Pat pulled me right back into him. I couldn’t even get up to go use the bathroom without him pulling me back.
“Baby, let me up, I got to go to work today,” I whined, hoping that would get him to let up.
“Nah bae, you’ll just go tomorrow,” he said, wrapping me up in his arms even tighter.
How was I supposed to resist that? I laid in bed with him for another two hours, and then I got my ass up to head home, but not before I gave my man a quickie, though.
I hurried home and as soon as I got there, I headed to my bathroom to take a shower. When I finished, I brushed my teeth and started on my hair. I wore it parted down the middle, showing off my honey blonde highlights that complimented my high yellow skin. I applied a little bit of makeup and a tad bit of my nude Mac lip gloss. I went into my closet to find me something to wear, and I decided on a pair of skin-tight red True Religion jeans and a white True Religion tank top. I threw on my gold Tom Ford sandals and my brown MCM handbag, and I was out the door.
> As soon as I pulled up to the salon, I was already ready to be interrogated by my girls. I stepped out of the car and strutted my fine ass to the door.
“Aww shit, look who decided to finally jump off the dick and bring they ass to work,” Tisha said, causing the whole salon to burst into laughter. This girl stayed trying to put people on the spot with her annoying ass.
I walked over and spoke to all my girls, and looked towards the front and saw all the heads that were waiting on me. Today was going to be a long ass day, but from the way I got dicked down this morning, I knew that it was going to be good because I was on cloud nine right now, and couldn’t nothing take me off of my high horse.
Around 2:30, I was finally able to get me a break. I walked outside to the Publix around the corner of the shop and brought me a Caesar salad from the deli. When I got back to the salon, I went into the back to sit with my girls and eat. All of the seats in the office were already taken, so I had to share a chair with Tisha’s silly ass. As I was eating, I felt a funny feeling in my stomach, and I rushed to the bathroom to throw up everything that I had just ate. I haven’t threw up since I was a teenager, and that was only because I had a stomach virus. Shit! Shit! Shit! This raw fucking had caught up to my ass because for the past month, Pat and I wasn’t using any protection, and Pat sucked at pulling out. I was taking my birth control pills, but I’m not going to lie–I wasn’t as responsible with it as I should have been.
“We’re going to be mommies together,” Tisha’s extra-excited ass said, coming into the bathroom with me and handing me some tissue to wipe my mouth.
I looked at her and rolled my eyes. Yes, I wanted to have kids, but I also wanted to be married too! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m going to keep my baby; I just wish the circumstances were different.
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