“Hey everybody,” I said walking in and giving everyone a dry hi.
Everyone spoke back, and I walked to the back of the salon to put my purse inside of the back office. Not even a good five minutes after I was in there, Tisha came in behind me and closed the door behind her.
“Kyla, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Tisha asked me.
“Nothing,” I said, avoiding making eye contact with her.
“Girl, yes it is. Lately you been walking around here looking like a fuckin zombie. I tried to give you your space but damn, how long am I supposed to sit back and watch my girl hurt and I don’t say anything about it?” Tisha asked.
I looked at Tisha for a minute, and then eventually I just started crying uncontrollably. I was hurt to the core. I’d been walking around the past couple of weeks with all this weighing on my heart and not talking to anyone about it.
“He.hee...cheated on meee,” I sobbed.
Tisha walked over to me and held me for five minutes. I couldn’t stop myself from crying for shit. I swear, I felt like a weak bitch for crying over this man.
“Kyla, please stop crying girl. Just tell me what happened,” Tisha begged.
After finally getting myself together, I ran everything down to Tisha. From seeing Monica that day at the mall, to running into her again that day at the car wash, up until confronting Cevon about it at the studio.
“Damn, so what you going to do?” Tisha asked me once I finished telling her everything.
“I don’t know, what should I do? I hate his ass, but I miss him so much. Am I dumb for still loving him?” I asked, wiping away at my tears.
“Girl no! That’s your man. It’s normal that you still love him. Yes, he lied and made a mistake, but you got to be able to forgive him if you want to get him back. It’s not even like he just cheated on your ass; that shit is old, so don’t go around telling people that. He lied about something that he shouldn’t have,” Tisha told me, wiping away at my tears.
“Okay, so you think I should go pay him a visit tonight?” I asked her after I had stopped crying.
“Where is he going to be? Tisha asked.
“Most likely at the studio,” I told her.
“Then yeah, we going to come with you too, just in case some shit go down,” she told me.
After our talk, I felt a whole lot better. For the rest of the day at work, all I could think about was how this was going to go down tonight when I saw Cevon.
Kyla
I was riding shotgun in the Range Rover with Tisha driving, and Lani and Tamika sat in the back seat. On the way over to the studio, I quickly gave Lani and Tamika a quick run through of everything that went down, since I had only told Tisha what happened. For some reason, I was nervous as fuck. What if he decided to embarrass me in front of everybody in the studio? What if he was mad at me for dodging his calls and tried to downplay me in front of his boys?
We pulled up to the studio building, and I was scared as fuck. I felt like I was losing my breath as I sat there and thought about what it was that I was going to say to Cevon when I got in there. I knew he was there, because I saw his red Ferrari parked in his parking spot.
“Kyla go, why you still sitting here?” Lani asked from the back.
“Hold on bitch, let me get myself together!” I snapped, putting on my lip-gloss.
“Y’all not going to come inside with me?” I asked, looking at my girls because they didn’t look like they was about to move anytime soon.
“Kyla, you scary as fuck,” Tisha said, laughing while shutting the car off.
We all stepped out of the car and headed inside the building. The girls sat in the lobby area while I walked to the back in search of Cevon. When I looked through the glass window, I could see a bitch sitting on his lap. This ho had on some short ass shorts that was probably going to give her ass a damn yeast infection. She had on a crop top shirt and was wearing some cheap ass heels, with her dry ass weave. I walked in the studio and all eyes were on me. I felt so uncomfortable being in the room with all those niggas and bitches staring at me. I just wanted to run out the damn room.
“Umm Cevon, can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked him, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
“Go ahead and talk,” he said, not even looking in my direction.
“In private,” I said, pointing around to all the people that he had in the damn room with him. I didn’t want all those people in our fuckin business.
“Whatever you got to say, just say that shit now Kyla, because ain’t nobody in here about to leave this room right now. Say what you got to say or get the fuck out!” he said to me, with so much hatred dripping from his voice.
I felt like my heart had just left my body. I was so fuckin hurt and embarrassed. Before I let a tear fall from my face, I turned around to head for the door, feeling like shit.
“Kyla man, wait,” I heard Cevon call out.
I stood right there in place with my head down, wiping my eyes fast so that nobody in there could see me being a big ass crybaby.
“Y’all motha fuckas get out, give me a minute,” Cevon barked to everybody.
He turned me to him and buried my face in his chest. I knew he was doing that so people wouldn’t see that I was crying. He knew that I was embarrassed, and he didn’t want to embarrass me anymore. Once everybody left the room, I pulled away from him.
“Cevon, we haven’t even been broken up for more than four weeks and you already done moved on,” I cried, referring to the bitch that he had in his lap.
“Kyla, that was just some ho hanging around. For somebody who can’t answer a nigga calls and text, you sure sound jealous as fuck,” he smirked.
“Well, let that be the last time I come here and I see that bitch,” I said, looking up at him.
He towered over my small 5’2 frame and looked me in my eyes. I could tell that he was high too.
“Alright boss, what else?” Cevon asked me.
“Cevon, I’m not fuckin playing you. That shit ain’t funny, it’s disrespectful as fuck,” I barked at him.
“Damn, somebody misses daddy,” Cevon said, walking up on me and pushing me into the wall.
I smirked as I looked him dead in his eyes. No matter what, I loved this man so much and I couldn’t see me being with anyone else.
“Kyla, I love your ass for real. I’m sorry about that shit that happened with Monica. I should have been 100 with you when you asked me that shit. I promise, you the only one I want,” he said, wrapping his arms around my tiny waist.
“I love you too,” I said, kissing him and forgetting about the anger that I had towards him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and started tonguing him down. We kissed so passionately, and nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. I felt him pull my dress up and slide his fingers inside of my thong.
“Babbbyy noo,” I moaned, trying to move his fingers.
He pulled me closer and shoved his tongue deeper into my mouth. I was trying to get him to stop, but how the fuck was I when the shit he was doing to me with his fingers was feeling too good? He took his hands from out of my panties and lifted me up with one hand as he fumbled in his jeans to pull out his dick.
“Baby we can’t, there’s too many people out there and they can see us in here,” I protested, trying to get him to let me get down.
My demands fell on deaf ears because before I knew it, I felt all 10 inches of him slide deep inside of me, hitting me with nasty, slow strokes. I let out a real loud gasp, and I’m pretty sure everybody in the damn lobby heard me. He slid in, going as deep as he could go and I swear to God, I felt that shit in my damn stomach.
“Don’t move,” I moaned. It was so deep and I just wanted to enjoy this feeling for a while.
After he let me have that moment, he went to beating it up right there on the wall, and I couldn’t do nothing but take that shit and pray to God that nobody walked in on us.
“Cevonnnn ohhh myyy goddd,” I moane
d, feeling myself about to climax.
Cevon starting laughing because I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I was loud as fuck now. I hadn’t had any dick in weeks, and that shit was feeling too good to me at the moment. After I came, he put me down and I almost fell right on my ass. He held me up and turned me around to face the wall. Cevon moved his hips back and forth, stroking deeply. As his stokes became deeper and deeper, I scooted away.
“Stay your ass right there,” Cevon barked, putting a tighter grip onto my waist.
“Shittt baby, right thereee,” I cried.
“I know where it’s at,” he said cockily, referring to my spot.
My body went limp, but Cevon kept going until I came again. I felt like he was trying to prove a point or something. Minutes later, he came right behind me.
“Shit boy,” I said, looking back at him.
He smirked and slapped me on my ass real hard, and then pulled my dress back down. After getting my bearings straight, I walked over to the restroom inside the studio and cleaned myself up. When I came back out, Cevon was sitting back in his chair, smoking a blunt. I walked over to him and took my spot on his lap.
“I love you baby,” I said, kissing his neck.
“I love you too. I’ll be leaving out of here soon, so go home, pack you a bag, and meet me at my house,” he told me. I nodded my head and got up from his lap.
“And tell that bitch that mommy is back and she don’t like to share, so she can get the fuck out now,” I said, standing over him.
“Alright,” he laughed while slapping the shit out my ass. He laughed, but I knew for a fact that he was going to do like I asked.
I picked my purse up off the table and I was out the door. When I walked into the lobby, it was just Tisha and Lani sitting there. I’m pretty sure Tamika had left out with Pat, because I saw him earlier when I walked in the studio.
“Finally bitch, now let’s go, with your nasty ass,” Lani said, standing up from her seat. Tisha and Lani started laughing, and my face turned red with embarrassment.
“Oh my God, y’all heard me?” I asked them.
“Bitch who didn’t hear you? With your loud ass!” Tisha said laughing.
I couldn’t do anything but laugh as we got back inside the car. I can finally say that I am happy again. I know a lot of people might call me stupid for taking him back, but I could honestly see the growth when it came down to Cevon. I could really see him trying.
Chapter 14: Tisha
It was a Friday night and I was home with my daughter trying to finish her hair. This was one of the hardest things to do, because Harmony wouldn’t keep her lil ass still. My baby was a year old and had a head full of beautiful hair. I was just trying to put two pony tails in her hair, but she wouldn’t let me because she was so damn tender headed, and would cry every time I finally had a nice grip on her hair. After fussing with her for the next thirty minutes, I was finally able to finish. It was just going to be my daughter and me tonight. My husband was out at his club, so I was just going to spend the rest of the night with my baby. I was going to order a box of pizza from Pizza Hut, and sit and watch the movie Frozen with Harmony. My baby loved that movie.
After we both finished taking our baths, I laid Harmony on my bed in her pink robe as I searched my drawer for my pajamas. As I was searching through my drawers, I heard my phone vibrating on the dresser. I looked at the phone and the number was coming up as private. I decided to ignore it, but then it rang again.
“Hello?” I answered the phone in an annoyed voice.
“Bitch!” the caller said, and then hung up.
I knew for a fact that wasn’t nobody but Marshae’s crazy ass. That was how she operated. She would consecutively call me, and then she would stop. She hadn’t done it in a while, so I figured the bitch must have been trying to move on with her life, but I guess not. The last time I seen her was the night we got into the fight before my failed wedding day. After the way my girls and I beat her ass, you would think that the bitch learned her lesson! For her sake, she had better hope that she stayed her ass in hiding, because I still owed that bitch an ass whooping.
I changed into my pajamas and put my baby on hers as well. As soon as we got downstairs, the doorbell rang. It was the pizza. I paid the guy and went into the kitchen with the pizza. I took out a slice for my baby, cut it up for her, and brought it into the den and let her sit in her high chair. I fixed my plate, and then I started the movie. Once we finished eating, I cut off the lights and continued watching the movie. 10 minutes later, Harmony and I were knocked out on the couch, and Frozen was watching us sleep.
Otis
I was on my way to the crib after being at the club all damn night. We had a big birthday bash there tonight, so the club was packed. There was all type of famous people there, such as Trina, Rick Ross, and DJ Khaled, just to name a few. It was three in the morning, and all I felt like doing was going home, kissing my daughter, and laying up with my girl.
I pulled up to the driveway and headed inside. I walked in the house and noticed the TV on in the den. That’s when I noticed both my ladies knocked out on the couch. Tisha was lying on her back as Harmony was laying on her chest. I walked over and picked Harmony up, and laid her on my shoulder. I tapped my wife on her shoulder and she instantly woke up.
“Come on baby, let’s go upstairs,” I told her.
She pulled back the blanket from over her and we headed upstairs to get in the bed together. A nigga was dog shit tired.
I woke up the next morning around 11 a.m. to my daughter slapping me in the face.
“Da-da,” she called out, trying to wake me up.
I stared into her hazel eyes and damn–she was a mini Tisha. I picked her up and started kissing all over her face while she laughed. I turned to my left, and Tisha was still knocked out cold.
“Go wake mommy,” I told Harmony.
She climbed over and started hitting Tisha on the back.
“Ma-ma. Ma-ma,” Harmony kept saying.
Tisha woke up and just like me, she started kissing all over our daughter’s face.
“Good morning baby,” Tisha cooed to me.
“Morning bae,” I said to her, attempting to slob her down, but Harmony shut that down real quick. She started pulling Tisha away from me. She hated to see her mama all over me.
“That’s your spoiled ass daughter,” Tisha said, walking into the bathroom.
I headed downstairs to get breakfast started with my daughter on my hip. Ten minutes later, Tisha came in the kitchen, wrapping her arms around my waist. I had put Harmony down in her playpen while I cooked breakfast for us, so she wasn’t paying us any attention. Tisha started kissing me on my neck as I was trying to make the eggs.
“Baby I love you so much,” she moaned, slapping me on my ass. She knew I hated when she did that gay shit. I didn’t want nobody going nowhere near my damn ass, yet Tisha continued to do that shit on a daily basis, knowing that would only piss me off.
“Tisha move na with that gay shit,” I told her, moving her from behind me, and she started laughing.
She walked out the kitchen to go play with the baby. She looked so damn good in her yoga tights and her sports bra from PINK. If our daughter wasn’t here right now, I would have had her ass bent over the counter, but I couldn’t. After breakfast, we all got ready to have a little family shopping day. Of course, it was Tisha’s idea. Neither her ass nor Harmony didn’t need no more damn clothes. I couldn’t bring Tamia with us, because Akira had taken her out of town to Tampa so that she could visit her grandparents.
We spent well over three hours in the mall and were on our way to the movies now. As we were driving, Tisha’s phone kept vibrating and I noticed that she kept ignoring the shit. I tried not to say nothing, but the shit was starting to look real suspect to me.
“Tisha, who the fuck keep calling your phone? And why you keep ignoring that shit? I asked, frustrated.
“I don’t know,” she said, never even looking at
me.
“Fuck you mean you don’t know? Obviously you know who it is if you keep ignoring them!” I barked.
“I really don’t know who the fuck it is. They started calling me last night, but when they did say something, you could tell that they were disguising their voice. At first I had thought it was Marshae, but when I picked it up earlier today, it didn’t sound shit like her ass; it sounded like a nigga, so I don’t know. Plus whenever Marshae calls, she’ll say something about what happened, but this person’s not saying anything other than calling me a bitch and then hanging up the phone,” she told me.
“That shit happened last night! So why the fuck you just now telling me this?” I asked.
“I don’t fuckin know. I didn’t think it was that serious,” she yelled, her voice matching how angry I was.
“Tisha, get fucked up if you want to. Your ass tell me everything else, but you didn’t think it was important to tell me that someone was playing on your damn phone! That’s bullshit!” I barked.
I didn’t have to worry about our daughter hearing what we were saying because she was in the backseat knocked out. I decided fuck the movies and made a U-turn, and was heading back to the house.
Tisha didn’t have shit to say; she just sat there looking out the damn window. I swear sometimes, I just want to choke some sense into her ass. We pulled up to the house, and Tisha went and got the baby from out her car seat and headed into the house, leaving me to bring all the shopping bags in the house by my damn self.
Later that night, I was in my man cave smoking on a fat ass blunt while watching The Players Club. There was a knock at the door, and I knew it was Tisha. After realizing that I wasn’t responding, she let herself in.
“You didn’t hear me knock on the door, Otis?” she asked, wearing one of my old Miami Heat jerseys. She looked so fuckin sexy, but her ass was in the doghouse until further notice.
“Tisha gone on, I don’t feel like talking,” I told her, putting the blunt out.
She walked over to me and straddled my lap. She smelled so damn good. She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing. Damn, I know I said she was in the doghouse, but I’m about to teach her a lesson right now.
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