by Zi'ere
I press the red button on her overgrown ass.
I’m trying to get right with the Lord and this heifer got me cussing! Ugh, I’m so sick of these hoes!
My cell starts to ring. If I can ever figure out who is the cell phone engineer that’s constantly giving my number out as soon as I get it. There would be nothing that can stop me from suing the company.
Adding a cell phone chain to my brand will be easy money after all, I think. The number has a local area code but the first three numbers make my heart race. Only affiliated street numbers have the same prefix.
No matter what company they use, it is always the same for the squad. I want to ignore the call but I won’t forgive myself if something happens and I don’t know about it firsthand. Fact is that I will never be out of the loop, no matter what I try.
96
The side door beeps, as I step into the house.
“Babe, I’m home!” I call throughout the house.
I cop a squat down on the bench that is nestled into the wall beside the door, in order to take off the beautiful yet painful heels that I’ve had on for eight hours today. My feet appreciate the coolness of the hardwood floors, while my ears strain to assist me in locating my man. He’s had a business day as well, so I stopped off at the grocery store before coming to the house.
My love should have been home. Plus his car and work truck were in the garage when I pulled in. My surroundings are in pristine condition. The house isn’t the first house that I’d purchased with all of Stymy’s money.
After I saw the circus acts that Pain has been putting in all over it in every room, I had to sell it. My second home is double the size of the previous one. Pain isn’t happy with the move, as if his input even matters to me anymore. It is what it is and I did what I wanted to.
Kamille Foster is only interested in upgrading. No more being stagnant and unable to make moves that I could only dream of. This chick is now a certified beast. I grab my heels and purse, starting the journey further into the house. Coming through the kitchen, passing by the dining room entrance, there are various things out of place. I step back a few feet to get a good look into the room.
The dining room has been transformed into a beautiful and sweet setting for a private, sexy, and romantic dinner. The man has pulled out all of the stops. When I step into the room, I walk on white and red rose petals. Candles of various shapes and sizes are all over the place and scattered all about the room.
Too caught up in ensuring that I see every detail as far as the decorations go, I didn’t even notice the love of my life standing off to the side. I can’t explain it if I tried but he looks as if he fits into the space. It’s almost like he belongs there, in the house, and in that spot. I feel the heat between my thighs.
I’m careful, as I walk over to the man who stands dressed in black from head to toe. His black business shirt is crisp and set off by huge emerald cuff links. My birthstone is emerald and he’s taken a liking to the stone. He explains that he is showing me love by wearing it as often as he can.
His black dress pants go down a full thirty six inches to his feet, which are covered in expensive and all about the business black dress shoes. The fair skinned man, whom I’ve known only known as a gentle giant for over a year is even more handsome with the emerald, black, and white bow tie. A smile sweeps over my face.
“How was your day Mrs. Foster?”
He questions in an altered voice, which causes me to giggle.
“The better question would be, how was your day Mr. Adams?”
He smiles perfectly, yet still with that rugged sexy movement in his face. I can’t understand why he doesn’t do stand in work for the actor Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. They are twins. Looking at him makes panties melt and then dissolve into thin air.
“My day started off good. The Lord blessed me to open my eyes and you know that is always a good thing.”
“True.”
“But then the love of my life left me and went off to stay for eight hours.”
He looks serious.
“If you don’t work, you don’t eat.”
I laugh.
“Back to my day now, let’s not get side tracked. I went to work because the real way the saying goes is that if a man doesn’t work, he does not eat.”
I nod my head. He passes me a glass of champagne.
“For some strange reason I can’t seem to get my groove going today, so I begin to think of what I can do in order to make my world spin the correctly again…..”
“So what did you come up with?”
He guides me to a chair.
“I said to myself: mmmmmmm- the only way that things are going to be right for you is if you make your love life solid. Your lady needs a new visual of what you are feeling in your heart and in your head.
She needs to know that without her being taken care of, protected, and loved all by me- then I’m nothing but a shell of a man. She needs to know that I need her in order for me to live….”
He then gets down on one knee before me.
“Kamille Foster, will you marry me? Marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me…….”
I jump up into a sitting position in my bed. This dream has been so real this time. My room is uncomfortably warm. Someone had to have changed the settings on the air conditioning. It is no wonder that I woke up out of my deep sleep. As I get out of bed, I look at the digital clock on the nightstand.
It is a little after three in the morning. Looking at the bed, the other side is still made up. I am still alone in my bed. I decide there is no way that I can get sleep back, as my baby is now yearning for a snack.
97
My personal and love life is looking like New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina had covered it in water. Pain has breezed through my life with Category 5 wind speed. Not only did he shake things up, he tore shit all the way down in the process.
Then in the eye of the storm, I get calmness to my heart; only to b drenched in his lies, affairs, and scandals. On top of that drama, I also have to deal with the constant monitoring done by Ant.
“You are going to get that dude dead and perhaps you too, if the wrong thing pops off. Do not let me catch you over there again!”
He hangs up on me.
I can’t stand his yellow ass! Kamille, you had a steady track record for doing the right thing for nineteen years and you threw it all away in a year. Despite all, your ass is still in love though. That’s the damn bullshit that you can do without. Girl, you need to get yo life!
Seconds later, the phone rings again.
“May I speak to Kamille?”
It is midnight on a Friday night. I have my seven month belly satisfied by eating popcorn with extra butter and Nestle Bunch of Crunch candy mixed in the same bowl. My drink of choice: sweet tea from Church’s Chicken. I am in hog heaven. I am alone, just the way that I like it, catching up on my DVR and watching TV in my den. I look at the number again. Yet another number that I don’t recognize and another female voice that I don’t even know.
“This is she.”
“This is April. I’m Pain’s girlfriend. He has just been arrested for possession with the intent to distribute. He asked for me to call you and said that you will know what to do.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
“Excuse me?”
The woman is the most well behaved of Pain’s rats.
“Sweetheart, I am so tired of your man’s behavior. If you are his everything, then why are you on the phone calling his ex-wife to handle his personal business?”
“His ex-wife?”
“Yes Honey, so much of an ex that I’m pregnant with another man’s baby. Not to mention that this is the second time today that a woman has called me about this dude. The one that you think is only yours.”
“I’m so sorry. I never would have called you if I had known, I apologize.”
“If Pain is locked up, now is your chance to get ghost and have a fair shot at a real life. Pain
will destroy you with all of the mess that comes with being with him. Now don’t get this twisted- I’m not throwing salt, I’m a therapist- a licensed physician at that. You can do so much better than Pain.”
“You’re right. Thank you so much for the wisdom and for the information.”
“You’re welcome.”
I care so little about Pain’s ass that I politely restart my movie, taking it off of pause and then I go right back to snacking. The balls on Pain are massive. He knows that I am sitting on bank. It is all because of him that I have a third of what I have, my mother left me the other fourth.
After I had to pepper spray his ass for putting his hands on me, now his hood rats are calling my phone, not to mention the one hundred calls that he makes himself to my phone every day. I am going to enjoy the break while he is locked up. I pray there is a hold on him and bail won’t even be granted. If I can enjoy the rest of my pregnancy without him and the stressful cloud that follows him, I will be eternally grateful.
An idea pops into my head. I use my foot to scoot my iPad to arms reach. The final account that has me and Pain’s name on it is about to have a major withdrawal. He has demolished my Benz and even though the insurance company has paid for the value of the car, he still needs his ass whipped for thinking that he can get away with it.
He is just as destructive as Tiff and I have to teach the both of them about their smartness. Out of the joint account, I transfer one hundred thousand dollars and twenty five cents. Every dollar less, fifty cents is now gone. That doesn’t satisfy my itch.
I play around with the log in and then I find my way into his new account that he shares with Tiff. I feel bad for them. They only have ten thousand in the bank. It is probably going to take all of that and more to get him bonded out, not to mention retaining a lawyer. I pull out my phone to call NaNa, since I haven’t talked to her in a while. She doesn’t answer my call or text.
98
The gate that I have installed around the land of my home sits on, requiring that a Brinks truck drive through it or my access to get to the main house. Pain and his loony crew, along with his birds are too many for me to decipher. I’m not prepared for the system to beep on a Wednesday night, which has been one of the quietest nights that I’ve had in weeks.
“Yes?”
“Hey Kam, how are you doing today?”
The voice of Lieutenant Ant catches me off guard.
“I’m okay…..what’s going on with you?”
I look at the intercom.
I am confused as to why he is being so formal today.
He laughs a nervous laugh.
“Oh, I ain’t got no worries, Miss Lady.”
“Are we going to do this back and forth on the intercom, or do you want to get in the gate?
He is acting weird.
My heart rate increases. These men are the main reasons that I have decided to seclude myself. I don’t know who is real and who is a snake. It is driving me crazy too . . . Not knowing who to trust.
“I’m sorry to disturb you but the Boss wants to know if he can have a few minutes of your time?”
And there it is. The reason for respectable chitter-chatter and not playing around like we normally do when no one is around us. He has to be all about the business because he has the boss with him.
“Which Boss?”
I know which one that he is referring to but I can’t ever be too careful with this group.
“Don’t do that, you know there is only one.”
“Since when does the Boss not make his own calls to me?”
“Truthfully, between me and you: he is afraid of the possible rejection.”
“I promise my patience is thin.”
“He will be up there in five minutes, as soon as you open up the gate. We appreciate….he and I…appreciate the “F’s” on the gate you know. Just saying, that’s hott.”
“My last name is Foster after all.”
He laughs again and I hear Broderick clear his throat. He doesn’t appreciate the back and forth between me and any other man, let alone one of his workers. He is still possessive, jealous, and I am glad.
“That’s what’s up. So, Uhhhh are you opening up the gate or not?”
“Okay.”
I rub my belly. I look at my reflection in the mirror. My hair has gotten thicker, it is now longer, and I’d added some highlights. My face is fuller and my belly can’t be missed now. It is time to face the music for the final time. Now is the time to tell my child’s father of his existence.
I think about how Ant has always been one to step in and interject on my behalf. He makes sure that I am always respected to the fullest. I’d appreciated him back then, just as I still do today. I’m not sure how the men will feel when they walk away at the end of the revelation, but one of them is about to get the shock of a lifetime.
Ya’ll always have got to have a buddy system! Can’t do anything by yourselves, huh? You wanna see me so bad? Handle this shit like a muthafucking G!
I unlock the front door. The big body Benz pulls up, only minutes later. Ant is the driver and it takes nothing but a few seconds to hop out and open the door for his boss. My baby’s father puts one Gucci loafer on the asphalt at a time.
I haven’t seen him since I’ve been back from Hawaii. I am missing him like he is on orders for deployment to Iraq. My hormones take over as I see Broderick walk up to me.
“Baby! Why didn’t you tell me?”
Instead of embracing me correctly, the man is on his knees pulling up my top to get to my bare belly.
With each kiss that he gives his son, a tear falls. Just as quick as he pulled up, Ant pulls off. He knows and I know that his boss isn’t leaving me alone period and never again. I can also imagine that he is getting out of the line of fire. Because he has been with me damn near every day, yet he has kept my secret.
“I thought you wouldn’t want this. You said that you didn’t want kids.”
“I said that I didn’t want kids with Sanye!”
“Do you know what it is yet? Damn you look so damn beautiful! Your face shows how happy that you are. It’s unexplainable.”
“That day that you came to Jai’s house to check on me and do payroll….well that is when you made your son.”
I rub his head as if it is a crystal ball.
I’m basically doing the same thing that he is doing to my round belly. He looks up at me and I nod my head. The memories of needing him to make me feel like a woman again flash to the front of my mind. He’d done just that too.
“We made love that one and only time and now I have a seed baking in there?”
“Yes . . . Your son Broderick.”
The hard as a rock Stymy picks me up and carries me back inside of the house. I snuggle my head in the space of his neck. He smells delicious. My thighs ache. But because I am high risk, I’m not going to chance losing my baby over sex. We will have to do other methods of intimacy.
I want my baby more than anything in the world. It wouldn’t matter to me who his father is. My son saved my life. He gave me purpose when I was lost in pain.
99
Since the day that Broderick finds me pregnant, he has not left my side. He demands for me to stop working and I am so tired of hearing about it that I turn in my notice. I still have two more months to enjoy all of the love that is being showered on me, when I am hit with the harsh realities of this life.
The home that he once shared with Sanye, I soon find out that it has been sold. The man wastes no time putting my house on the market as well. During the process, we are moved into a mansion of our own that is going to belong to our son one day. All that I am allowed to do is point out the things that I want.
I get pampered so much, until it gets on my nerves sometimes. On the flip side, I once said that I was going to do it all on my own. Some women don’t even have the time or right to choose. I decide to stop being petty and to realize just how blessed I am to have a man who is literally giving m
e everything that I want.
To keep his precious cargo safe, he has hired a chef to prepare restaurant quality meals in the comfort of our home. It is a must have that the chef can bake mud brownies and make a mean banana pudding. Everyone laughs at my requests, until I start crying because I am so serious. My cravings are awful, not to mention the sweet tooth that I have developed.
Broderick even turns himself into a hermit. Ant has been relieved of all his duties and only comes over to visit. My man grabs the job of watching over me twenty-four, seven. With so much time being spent between us, naturally we get closer than we have ever been. While waiting on the design team to deliver baby furniture, Broderick strikes up a conversation that throws me for a loop.
“I don’t really know how to say this, so I’m just going to be a man about it. Pain is dead.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“He put his hands on you and for that he has to pay.”
He is cool as a cucumber.
“Who said that?”
“Doesn’t matter how I found out, doesn’t matter who told me, you had bruises on your body, and you are carrying my seed. He knew that you were pregnant and he knew that it was my baby. He’s gone.”
“We’ve been through this before! Why do you have to put that on my shoulders?”
I never want to be the reason that someone gets murdered.
“It’s not on your shoulders, it’s on his.”
“What did you do to him?”
“I haven’t done anything, what are you talking about? I’ve been here with you!”
“Is that where Ant has been?”
My heart can’t accept the news.
“Those rats still calling your phone?”
He asks me, as if he already knows the answer.
“Not since you got the new ones. But what has Ant been doing? I’m used to him being here every day.”
“Ant has a job.”
