“Well I’m just glad you’re doing okay sis for real, I hate seeing you depressed like that. I gave you your space, but I planned on being at your front door tomorrow morning to drag your ass out that bed,” Lani said.
I started laughing because I knew her crazy ass would do that. Before I knew it, it was going on 8 p.m. and I was still there with Lani. I decided to let Harmony spend the night over there since she was already sleep, and I would come and get her in the morning. I took her upstairs and put her in the bed with Aaliyah. When I got home, Otis’ car was outside. I was happy because I could really enjoy some alone time with my man. I didn’t realize how much I missed being around him until now. When I walked in the house, I headed upstairs to our bedroom. I heard the shower on as I approached the door and I prayed like hell that he wasn’t about to go out tonight. When I walked in the room, he had his outfit laid out on the bed.
I sat on the bed and waited for him to come out.
Chapter 11: Otis
I was in the shower, getting ready to head to K.O.D tonight with my niggas. I wanted to enjoy myself tonight, because this last month has been crazy. Coming home every day to my wife laying in the bed was starting to drive a nigga insane, and you already know she wasn’t givin a nigga any pussy, so that made shit even worse. I’m not even gon’ lie, a few weeks ago I went over to Akira’s house to pick up Tamia, and those lil shorts that Kira was wearing around the house had my ass contemplating on giving her a few rounds, Thank God that I chose to think with my bigger head that day though, and just got my daughter and got my ass the fuck out of there before I did some shit that would fuck up my relationship later on down the road.
I got out the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist, and when I opened the bathroom door my wife was sitting there on the bed looking bad as fuck The way she crossed her legs on the bed, I could see that lil ass waist and her hips spreading as she sat there waiting on me. She was so sexy, even when she wasn’t trying to be. I was still mad as hell at her ass for leaving out the house earlier, not even telling a nigga where she went.
“I see you decided to bring your ass home,” I said, walking over to my dresser to take me out a pair of my polo boxers.
“Where you about to go?” she asked, ignoring my statement.
“Did you tell me where you were going when you left out earlier?” I asked her.
“No because I was mad,” her stubborn ass said, standing up and walking over to where I stood.
“Yeah okay, well I’m about to head to the club with my niggas and them,” I told her, moving her out my way so that I could get to my clothes that I had laid out on the bed.
“Well, I wanna go too,” she said, walking over to the closet to find her something to wear. Just as quick as that thought came to her mind, I quickly dismissed it. Any other night I would have let her go with me, but I wanted to get drunk and high tonight, and I didn’t need her ass in the way fucking up my vibe.
“No you not! You about to stay your ass right here in this house,” I told her.
“Why I can’t go? You going over to the club where you’re stripping ass baby mama work? You trying to go over there and fuck that bitch, that’s why I can’t go?” she accused, getting all in my face.
“Man Tisha, gone on with that,” I said, pushing her down on the bed.
“Well, why I can’t go then?” she asked, pouting her lips and looking just like our daughter when she got mad.
“Cuz I said so, that’s why,” I told her. She thought about it for a while, and then she said something.
“You been complaining about me being locked up in this room, and now when I wanna go out, you tell me no,” she whined. I thought about it, and I figured that maybe she was right. It would feel good to go out with my girl and have some fun like we used to do.
“Alright man, you got an hour to get ready.”
“Oooh yes baby, it’s been so long since I been out,” she said, jumping up on me. I held her with one arm, resting on her ass as she had her arms locked around my neck. It felt good as hell to have the old Tisha back.
I let her down and went to the edge of the bed, and smoked me a blunt while Tisha took her shower. When she came out, I was good and high, and she knew it too. She just shook her head at me and went inside the closet to find something to wear. She came back holding a pair of all black, high waist, skinny jeans, a cut off red shirt, and her spiked red and black Louboutin heels. Another hour later, we were headed out the door. I had different plans. Since it was my girl and I out tonight, I wanted to do something other than the club.
“Baby, where you going, K.O.D isn’t this way,” Tisha said, looking at me like I was crazy.
‘I know baby, change of plans, we going to do something else,” I said.
“You must not want me to run into that bitch you was supposed to meet,” she said, dead ass serious. I burst out laughing because this girl was fucking crazy.
“You the only bitch I got,” I said, kissing her cheek.
“Don’t call me a bitch, Otis,” Tisha said, getting defensive even though I just used it as a figure of speech.
“Alright baby, you know you the only woman I got,” I said.
“If you give my dick away, I will be so upset,” she said, looking me dead in my eyes.
I wonder where the fuck she was getting all this shit from? Never have I cheated on Tisha, and never did I plan on doing it, so why was she being all insecure now?
“And you don’t have to worry about that, now chill with all that insecure shit. You know you the baddest thing walking these streets, so you don’t ever have to question me about cheating on you,” I told her, dead ass serious.
We ended up having a nice dinner at Café Prima Pasta on South Beach together, and that was the first time in a while that I’d seen my baby smile so much. That was the Tisha that I fell in love with; the shit talking Tisha that gave my ass a run for my money every time. I knew we wouldn’t be able to ever bring back our child, but I planned on planting some more seeds in her as soon as she gave me my cue to do so. I was trying to fuck around and have twins with her ass.
Chapter 12: Kyla
“Cevon, what did I say I was going to do if I found out that you fucked that bitch?” I yelled at him as I made my way inside of his studio. I didn’t give a fuck who he had in that bitch, I was about to make a fuckin scene in there. This motha fucka looked me dead in my damn eyes and he fuckin lied. I could see if he told me the shit and I didn’t believe his trifling ass, but when he told me he didn’t fuck that Monica bitch I believed him, because not once did he lose his glare while he was telling me the shit. Normally, I’m up on speed with it comes to Cevon lying to me about shit, but how the fuck did I let that shit slip right through my damn hands like that? I wasn’t even the type to show my ass in public, but I’d been calling his ass back to back for the past 15 minutes and he wasn’t answering his damn phone, so I had no choice but to bring that shit to his place of business.
So earlier, I was at the car wash waiting for the guys to finish washing my car when I spotted Monica sitting off to the side with the same chick I seen her with last time at the mall around back. I could feel that bitch staring a hole through me the whole time. I turned and stared that bitch directly in her face, daring her to say something to me. After a good five minutes and getting tired of playing the staring game, I walked over to see if that bitch had a problem that she needed to address. That ho had no problem letting me know how many times she’d fucked my man. At first I didn’t believe her, but when she described to me the tattoo that he had on his chest of my whole name, I made me believe the bitch. Ain’t no way that hoe was able to explain that tattoo to the tee without fuckin him. She had to be up close and personal to see that shit. She made herself look so fuckin pathetic. You fuckin a man that clearly has a whole bitch at home.
I didn’t even have the strength to sit there and fight the bitch. My problem was with Cevon, and how he fuckin lied to me. This nigga sat up in my face a
nd lied that easily. I felt so stupid for even giving this nigga another chance again. It’s not even the fact that he fucked her that I’m mad about, because that’s in the past–even though he was fuckin both of us at the same time. It’s the fact that he was able to lie about the shit that pissed me off like that.
Chapter 13: Cevon
I can’t believe Kyla came in there showing her ass like that. We were in the middle of putting down a banging ass track and she wanted to come in there with that bullshit. After I told everybody to get out, I hopped out the chair and walked over to Kyla. I grabbed her by the front of her shirt.
“What the hell is wrong with you girl?” I screamed.
“You motha fucka, with your lying ass. I swear to God, I hate you. I don’t even know why I took you back. All you do is lie and cheat on me,” she yelled through tears.
At that moment, I felt as if I should have told her the day she asked me if I had fucked Monica, but I just couldn’t. It’s crazy because I knew sooner or later that Kyla was going to find out about the shit, but after months passed by and the situation was never addressed again, I just thought that I was good.
“Got me looking stupid as fuck that day, while you were all in that bitch face smiling, talking about that’s your home girl. Whatever we had going on, it’s done. Cevon, I swear I fuckin hate you,” she said, punching me in my chest and trying to get me to loosen my grip on her shirt.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m telling you now. Yes I fucked her, but that shit is old. That happened damn near two years ago, when he had broken up,” I said, pleading my case.
“How many times did you fuck her?” Kyla asked.
“Man, does it matter?” I said, getting annoyed. That’s why I didn’t want to tell her in the first place, because she always wanted a fuckin description about some shit.
“Yes it matters, now answer my damn question!” she barked.
“Shit, I don’t remember,” I said. Honestly I didn’t. I fucked Monica a few times.
“You fucked that bitch so many damn times that you don’t even remember. You a dirty ass nigga, I swear to God. Fuck you Cevon, and let my shirt the fuck go so that I can leave,” she said, looking at me like she wanted to kill my ass. I didn’t even bother to chase her; I just let her go because it wasn’t nothing else that I could say at that point to make the situation right. I lied and she warned my ass that if she found out that I had lied that she would leave me, and she was keeping true to her word.
Symone
Ever since the whole thing went down with me, Ka’lani, and Tyrone, I had been pretty much just trying to get things right. I will admit that I was wrong for trying to fuck my sister’s husband. It’s just when I found out that this bitch was my sister, I was too mad. I was used to always being the daddy’s girl, and I felt like she was going to just pop up and take my spot, so me trying to get with Tyrone was just a little payback, even though he was fine as hell. I know for a fact that I could never have Tyrone, though. That man loves his wife. I swear, I wish I could find me a man that loves me the way Tyron loves Ka’lani.
Since I’m not working anymore, I’ve been taking the time out to just think about certain things. Mainly, I just wanted to apologize to both Tyrone and Ka’lani, mainly Ka’lani since that is my sister. I would like to have a good relationship with her and my niece. I picked up my phone to call my dad, so that he could give me Ka’lani’s phone number. After staying on the phone with him for over 30 minutes, we finally hung up and I went to go call Ka’lani.
“Hello?” Ka’lani picked up and from her voice, I could tell that she was busy.
“Hey Ka’lani, this is Symone,” I said to her.
“Why are you calling me? And how did you even get my number?” she asked me.
“Dad gave it to me. I’m just calling you because I would like for us to meet up and talk. I just have a few things that I would like to get off my chest,” I told her.
There was a long pause before she finally answered me.
“Okay, and I’m bringing Tisha with me. I don’t know what’s going to go down, so I’m going to need somebody to hold me back just in case I decide to jump crazy. I’m at work right now, so we can meet at Red Lobster tonight at 8,” she said, and then hung up the phone.
“Lord please give me the strength to put up with this bitch and her nasty ass attitude,” I said silently.
At 7:45, I was pulling up to Red Lobster. I assumed Ka’lani wasn’t there yet, because I didn’t see her Range Rover in the parking lot. I made my way inside and told the waitress that it would be three of us dining, and that I was just waiting for the other two to arrive. She went ahead and walked me towards my table, and I looked through the menu to find me something to eat.
Thirty minutes later, Ka’lani and Tisha finally decided to bring their asses on. I was pissed that I had to sit and wait for them to get there. I can’t lie though, those two bitches were pretty as hell. Tisha was wearing an all-white Herve Leger bandage dress, with a badass pair of Christian Louboutin heels with the colorful spikes all around it. She had her red hair parted down the middle with loose bouncy curls flowing down her back. I swear, she looked just like Charlie Baltimore. Ka’lani had on an all-black strapless jumpsuit that hugged her body to perfection. She had on a pair of 6-inch Giuseppe Zanotti heels, and her hair was parted down the middle as well, bone straight.
“Hey,” I said to both of them as soon as they sat down in front of me at the table.
“Hey,” Ka’lani said, but Tisha didn’t speak back; she was too busy texting away on her phone.
“So, what did you have to talk to me about?’ Ka’lani asked as soon as the waitress left from taking our orders.
“I rather tell you, when it’s just the two of us,” I said, looking at Tisha. I knew that she was going to bring her but damn, I didn’t think the bitch would be at the table with us while we discussed our business.
“You might as well say what you have to say now, because even if Tisha do leave, I’m going to still tell her word for word about what just happened,” Ka’lani said.
I looked at them both for a while, and I figured that I might as well say what I have to say, since she put it that way.
“Well, I just want to say that I’m sorry about what happened that night. I was just acting out because I was mad. Finding out that you were my sister was too much, so I just did that so you could hurt like how I was. When I think about it, I’m glad you heard the whole conversation that went on that night between Tyrone and I, because I wouldn’t want to be the reason you guys get a divorce,” I said sincerely.
Ka’lani did a sarcastic laugh, and Tisha’s ass damn near choked on her damn drink from laughing so hard at what I just said. After getting their laughter under control, Ka’lani started to talk.
“You don’t have to worry about being the reason my husband and I would get a divorce. I won’t give you that much satisfaction. And you don’t have to be thankful that I heard your conversation with him. Tyrone wasn’t going to fuck you regardless. He comes home and fucks me good every night and trust me, he needs all his strength when dealing with me. You could never fuck my man. I’m not even mad about that though, that whole situation is comical to me. I just find it to be disrespectful to try and get with somebody and you know damn well that they got a family at home,” Ka’lani said.
“Okay, and I’m apologizing for that. I really am sorry. We are sisters, whether we like that shit or not. I just want for us to get along and for me to be able to get to know my niece,” I said.
“Well, I forgive you, but will I forget? Hell no! I still don’t trust your ass so we’ll see, in due time,” Ka’lani said.
After our food came, we ate and the only conversation was between Tisha and Ka’lani. We paid for our food and went our separate ways, saying that we would meet up again soon. I felt like Ka’lani would forever resent my ass, that’s why her ass kept throwing slick shots at me all damn night. It’s cool, because I was in the wrong when it comes
down to it, but it was only so much that I was going to take before I snapped back on her rude ass.
Kyla
Lately, I had been walking around the house just so fuckin depressed. Ever since the whole thing went down with Cevon and me, I just couldn’t seem to think straight. My girls kept asking me what was wrong with me whenever I would go into the shop, but I couldn’t muster up the courage to tell them. I guess you can kind of say that I was a little embarrassed. All my friends had the perfect relationship, and here I was getting cheated on by a nigga that I been with for years. I just can’t understand why Cevon felt the need to lie about something like that. I think I would have felt a whole lot better if he would have just kept everything 100 the day that I asked him about the situation. I mean, I wouldn’t even have had a reason to leave him because that was something that had happened in our past. He took it upon himself to lie to me, and because of that he was going to suffer the consequences.
Lately, Cevon has been calling and texting me, but I have been straight up ignoring his ass. He even took it as far as having flowers delivered to my house, but I threw all of them in the damn garbage. I felt like we didn’t have anything to discuss at this point. He lied and I cannot trust him after that. No telling what else his ass has been lying about, either.
I was in my car on my way to the salon, and I really didn’t feel like going. I wasn’t in the mood to be around a bunch of people. All I wanted to do was stay at home, curl up in my bed, and eat a big bowl of my Ben & Jerry’s vanilla ice cream. I pulled up to the salon, and I spotted all my girls cars parked in their normal parking spaces. I applied a little gloss to my lips and headed to the door.
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