I threw the phone back on the bed. Billionaire was staring at me from the other side of the room with his hands over his head, trying to piece together what the hell just happened.
“Damn! What the fuck happened? I go to take a piss for a minute, and you and my baby mama in here arguing—”
“Because your baby mother doesn’t respect me, Billionaire! She has been talking crazy about me to Khari for months. I just didn’t say anything about it!” I screamed, and then I took a seat on my side of the bed.
I just had this perfect day, and then I let Denim get under my skin. Billionaire went over to the room door and closed it then locked it behind him.
“Well, that was your first fuckin’ mistake! Why wouldn’t you tell me that Denim was talking shit? I would have fuckin’ handled that!” he said, walking back over to the bed and standing on the side of me.
“That’s the thing. I didn’t want you to handle it. I wanted to handle it on my own! Look how she talks to me! She doesn’t respect me, and the moment you run to her on my behalf, she’s going to continue to think I’m soft. Right when you walked out, she called Khari, talking to her all crazy because she could see that she had gotten her hair wet in the pool tonight. I guess she told her not to get it wet, which is crazy because what five-year-old is going to actually listen to that? They’re on summer break, and it isn’t like the kids are in summer camp, so why does it matter if she gets her hair wet? On top of that, I already washed it for her. Ugh, Billionaire! It’s like she came back, and she’s on the same stuff that she was on before. Damn!” I said and hit the bed before picking up a couple of pillows and putting them behind me, so my back could have some support.
“Ima talk to her tomorrow,” he said.
“I just told you that you didn’t have to,” I told him.
Billionaire flopped on the bed and came over to me. He rested his head in the crook of my neck, and his hands went under my pajama top I was wearing. As he massaged my stomach in a circular motion, I knew he was trying to calm me down, but it wasn’t working because I was still pissed. Denim just had a way with words, and that woman knew how to get under my damn skin. This felt like back at his grandmother’s surprise party, when I allowed her to piss me off. The only thing different was that I wasn’t crying this time.
“You can let anybody in the fuckin’ world trigger you, Normani, but why the fuck would you let it be Denim? Denim got fuckin’ issues that she had longgg before she was put into that coma. That coma shit just made it worse, and nah, this ain’t my way of trying to make up some excuses for her. I just personally know that she can be sick in the fuckin’ head. She woke up from that shit, and she’s going around this bitch treating motha fuckas like they owe her something. That’s why when I drop Khari off over there and pick her up, I be in and out because I’m liable to break her neck, with her slick ass mouth.
“Denim is jealous of you, and I told you that shit months ago, back when you wasn’t even my wife yet. I think she can see the change in Khari, as far as her manners and shit go, and she knows that another woman is responsible for teaching that shit to her daughter. You got the ring, my last name, the house, my baby, and she’s mad about that shit, especially since she ain’t where she wants to be right now in life. But still, that don’t give her the right to be talking to you like she crazy.
“Ima holler at her, and I’m only going to talk to her because I don’t want you having no regrets. I know when I got with you, you was firm on that ‘no baby mama’ bullshit, and I just don’t want you having no regrets. We at a good place in our lives, and I’m just trying to continue making you happy. Can I do that? Can yo’ nigga continue to make you happy, shorty?” he asked as he removed his hands from under my shirt.
Billionaire got on top of me, not putting his weight on me, just putting his legs on either side of me with his hands on either side of my head. His face was so close to mine as he waited for me to answer him.
“You can make me happy. Just control your baby mama. That’s all that I ask for,” I told him, and then I leaned my head in and kissed his lips.
“Prosper,” he said.
I looked up at him with confused eyes as I went for the band of his pajamas; I was trying to get his dick out. We’d been fooling around with each other all day, and I was ready to feel him now. The kids were both in their rooms sleeping. Our room door was locked, so we could finally have some fun.
“Prosper what?” I asked, unsure of what he was talking about.
“Prosper for our daughter. You like that? That shit is fie,” he said.
I laughed, but then I thought about it, and I actually liked it. It was a unique name, like what I was looking for.
“I love it, actually,” I told him.
“I knew you would. Now, let me prosper inside some pussy,” he said, and he didn’t have to say it twice because I was ready for him hours ago.
“What’s up with you? Yo’ whole vibe is off. That shit been off since we got in the car. And since when the fuck do you turn down some ice cream? You eat that shit like I drink water,” Truth, my fiancé, said from the driver’s side of the car.
I knew he would pick up on my vibe because, hell, even I could tell that I was off a little bit. We’d just left my cousin and Normani’s beautiful home after celebrating their gender reveal with them. Now, Truth and I were just riding around Miami, taking in the nightlife for a little bit. In a couple of hours, we were going to head to the airport and take the private jet back to Cali.
I needed to stop being so stupid and get Monterius out of my fuckin’ head. I was going to mess around and lose out on this perfect man who was sitting right beside me. The man who had me so deeply in love. The man responsible for the little peanut growing in my stomach.
Although Normani had given me a pep talk earlier today at the party, I still couldn’t stop thinking about the way this man had moved on with that bitch like it was nothing. I probably sounded so dumb saying that. It was just crazy to think that I was with a nigga for years, and the same bitch he would tell me not to worry about was the bitch he was with now. I mean, I could take that because niggas would find them a bitch regardless, but it was that beautiful daughter Monterius had that I couldn’t take. That little girl was her father’s twin.
We walked past each other today and gave each other a quick wave. The last time I saw him was two months ago at my uncle’s funeral, and we agreed to be cordial. Monterius had originally asked to be friends, but I knew that would never happen. How the hell could you be friends with someone you used to be in love with?
“I’m fine. I’m just not in the mood for ice cream. I had ice cream at the party,” I said to Truth.
I tried to reach over and intertwine my hand with his, but he moved his hand out of the way, curving me. I sighed and then leaned the back of my head against the headrest. We were at Sunny Isles beach, and where we were parked, we had a beautiful view of the ocean. It was hard to see it since it was so dark out, but we could definitely hear it loud and clear, and it was a therapeutic sound.
“Shit was straight before we came to Miami, and you saw that nigga with his baby mama and their child,” he said, and I didn’t respond.
Truth let out a sarcastic laugh then shook his head as he looked over at me.
“Twinkle, baby girl, I don’t have no motha fuckin’ gun to your head. I love the fuck out of you, shorty. I love you more than anything that I ever touched, ever came in contact with. Shorty, I love you more than I love the game of basketball, and you know how I feel about that shit because ball was my first love. As much as I love you, yo, I ain’t about to force you to be someplace that you don’t think you want to be.
“If you feeling like you gotta choose, then shorty, don’t fuckin’ choose me because I don’t want you to think of me as a fuckin’ option! You got your own fuckin’ baby that you growing, why would you even be dwelling on that nigga and worrying about being a step mama to his jit? The same jit that he had on you! I won’t give
you an ultimatum because I ain’t that type of nigga. I’m breaking my back just to make sure that I’m keeping you happy. I make sure I go out of my way to have time with you. Even though we in the middle of the season, and the championship is going to start in just a few short months, I’m still making a way. If this ain’t what you want, baby, let a nigga know, and I’ll gladly let you go. Even though that shit will pain me, I’ll still do it,” Truth said.
I not only heard hurt in his voice, but I could also hear that he was angry. I was still in my seat belt, so I removed it. I tried to climb into his lap, but again, he curved me.
“Watch out, yo,” he said, placing his arm out to block me, but I still found a way to get in his lap.
This man was so damn fine. So fine that he was fuckin’ beautiful. It was to the point that I didn’t even care which gender the baby I was carrying for him was because I knew that whatever we had, it would be beautiful regardless. His curly taper was nice and fresh because he had a house call barber appointment last night. We were in Miami, where it was hot as hell out, so today, he wore a pair of sky-blue Polo shorts, and his legs displayed his beautiful ink. To match his shorts, he wore a tropical, white and sky-blue polo top because he came to the gender reveal team boy. Of all the tattoos on his arms, my favorite one had to be my name in red ink that he’d just gotten on the side of his neck.
Truth was not only so handsome but man, he just treated a bitch so fuckin’ good. An outside person looking in would more than likely be confused about when my birthday was because he was always surprising me with new, pricey gifts. They would often be just because gifts. My mother loved Truth for me, although she used to be team Monterius for so many years. My sister, who I had kissed and made up with, was also team Truth. She expressed all the time how she loved him for me.
“When you left for college, and you found out that I had moved on with Monterius, you can’t lie and tell me that you weren’t hurt behind it—”
“That’s where the fuck you going with this, Twink? You trying to tell a nigga that you hurt behind that nigga moving on? Yo, raise up. Ima drop you off to your mama’s crib, and Ima head back home to Cali because you trippin’ like a motha fucka right now,” he spat and tried to push me off, but I was putting up one hell of a fight.
“Truth, on everything I love… baby, I put it on our child that I don’t want him. I know what comes with being with him, and that’s hurt and pain. You make me feel so good. You make me happy and complete, but I can’t sit here and tell you that it doesn’t hurt me when I see him with his new baby. When I lost my baby, he still had one to keep. That’s just still a sensitive topic for me, and it’s still so fresh. I want you. I swear I don’t want nobody else but you,” I said with my hands around his neck, ready to kiss him, but he wasn’t looking at me; instead, he was looking out of the window.
“I still feel like you settling for me, and I don’t like that shit,” he said.
I sighed and sucked my teeth because I felt like no matter what I said to him, I still wasn’t getting through. It was like he had already made up in his mind that I was choosing between him and Monterius, and because he felt so strongly about that, he wasn’t even trying to hear what I had to say.
I’ll admit that a few months ago, I was still a little bit conflicted about which man I wanted to be with, and I found myself in a situation where I felt like I had to choose. It took Truth sending for me to come back to Cali, and me spending every single day with him for about two weeks straight, for me to realize that he was who I wanted to be with. Truth was the man I wanted our son to be like if there was a chance that I was carrying a boy for him. He was also the man I would want my daughter to be with, once she was old enough to date. He was just special.
Truth didn’t make a bitch feel insecure, and he didn’t make me feel like I had to compete with thousands and thousands of women because women flocked to him on a daily. On game days, I had to watch numerous women lust over my man. I saw the shit in his Instagram comments, plus when we went out, women would openly stare at him, like a bitch wasn’t hanging right on his arm. Although things like that happened on a daily, Truth just knew how to make sure I knew that my spot was secured. I never went through his phone, searching for shit, because that’s just how much I trusted him. I hate to say it, but with Truth and Monterius, there was literally no comparison between the two of them at all because Truth was just that nigga.
“Yo, let me ask you something. If I had proposed to you, like on some intimate shit, and I didn’t do that shit in front of hundreds of thousands of people, would you have still said yes?” he asked.
I looked at him like he was crazy because I was shocked that he even asked me that question. His question took me away from the thoughts running through my head, and I just didn’t know what would make him ask me something like this. Even if I did say yes back then because I didn’t want to embarrass him, didn’t he think that I would have broken the damn silence by now? It’s been fuckin’ months since he’s proposed, so I would have spoken up by now. Plus, why the hell would I even be wasting my damn time each day, meeting with wedding planners and visiting different venues, trying to find the perfect place to get married? Why would I let wedding stuff consume my life to have the beautiful, fairytale wedding that we both wanted?
“Truth, are you serious right now? I didn’t say yes because I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of people. I said yes, because I love you. I’ve always loved you. Baby, you are my first love. What do I have to do to prove to you that it’s you I love and want to be with, and only you?” I asked and turned his head so he could look at me.
I looked into his beautiful hazel eyes, and for a few moments, I just got lost in them. Like he did when he wanted a kiss from me, I placed my hands on the bottom of his chin and leaned my head into his, giving him a peck on the lips. He was still too mad to kiss me back, but I knew that he would not be mad at me forever.
“Tell me what I gotta do, Truth,” I said, and then I kissed him again.
As I waited for him to answer, I scanned the small parking lot to make sure nobody was out there with us because I could feel it in my body where this was going to lead. It was late, so we were the only two people out here.
“What I need you to do is control your fuckin’ feelings when it comes to that nigga. Shorty, I get it. I get that the two of y’all got a bunch of history. Had you never came back into my life, and I had moved on with somebody else, then the next broad would have had to accept the fact that I had an ex, which was you, that I still loved. Then again, nah. I wouldn’t even ask no woman to accept that because I was damn near still in love with you, even when we weren’t together.
“I know you ain’t still in love with that fool. I just know you ain’t. I know you still love him, and that’s cool with me because I would have been looking at you sideways if you told me you didn’t love him, and you spent all these years with him. Love don’t work like that. I know I can make you ten times happier than that nigga. I know I won’t make you deal with shit, like women confronting you and telling you that I be fuckin’ them when you ain’t around because I don’t even move like that, yo.
“I lost my pops a couple of years ago, so all a nigga really got in this world is you, the game, and the beautiful kids that you’re going to give me, so I ain’t going out of my way to fuck up the little bit that I already have. Like I just told you, Twink, I love you to pieces, ma, but if you need time to figure this shit out, let a nigga know, and I’ll fall back. Just like you have a heart, and you want to protect that motha fucka at all costs, I want to do the same shit,” he expressed.
“Baby, it’s figured out. I swear I don’t want anybody but you,” I told him and kissed him again on his lips.
This time, I hungrily kissed him, and he kissed me back with so much passion. While we were kissing, his hands were glued to my ass, and he was giving it a light rub. Never breaking the kiss, I lifted a little bit in his lap, so I could go for his shorts. I got it un
done, and in seconds, I had his hard dick in my hands. I was in a pink maxi dress, so I lifted it a little bit, moved my panties to the side, and in no time, I slid down on what was my new norm… my new addiction. Truth and this big ass dick were crazy. I groaned on my way down, and then I bit hard on my lip.
“Take the dress off, ma,” he groaned as he looked me in my eyes.
I pulled the dress all the way up and over my head then tossed it into the passenger seat. I wasn’t wearing a bra today, so Truth reached up and twirled my hard nipples. Whenever Truth came to Miami, he would meet with his go-to guy for exotic rentals. Right now, we were in a beautiful, 2020 Range Rover, with red interior seats. As beautiful as this car was, we were for sure breaking it in. Truth had his seat pushed all the way back, so I had just enough room to do all the things I wanted to do.
“Hmmmmm… baby, I love you,” I moaned as I bounced up and down on his lap.
Truth was sucking my nipples and driving me fuckin’ crazy. Judging by the wetness of my pussy, which I could feel dripping onto his shorts, one would think that a bitch didn’t get good dick on a daily when I actually did. I just got around this man, and I became a faucet.
“I love you too, baby. This pussy so fuckin’ tight and wet. Shit! Keep going, ma,” he coached me.
I could feel my legs getting lazy as my orgasm approached, and I wanted to ride this entire nut out and do it slowly. Truth put his hands on my hips, trying to guide my movements, and in less than five strokes, the two of us came simultaneously. I loved some good, raw sex in the privacy of our own home, but it was something about getting a quickie in that just always turned me on a little bit more. Something about being on top, riding dick, and having to keep checking my surroundings for random people made that nut so much better. Being with Truth, I had learned all about getting it in where we could because his schedule was so complex. A lot of our sexing came from meeting up really quickly, just to get our rocks off.
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