by Natavia
She got into my car then I took off. Minutes later, I pulled up to a Japanese restaurant.
“I don’t like oriental food, Latavia!” Tejah said.
“Shut up, girl! They have salmon, steak and other dishes,” I said getting out.
The waitress sat us down at a table. Tejah wasted no time ordering a drink. I ordered pan-seared butter and garlic scallops with a salad for a starter.
“Have you talked to Shine?” I asked her.
“No. That shit with his mama embarrassed me. I really felt lower than low. You already know how I was crushing on him. And the dick, girl? Oh, my lord that nigga’s dick!” she said banging on the table and fanning herself.
“Girl, hush!” I said laughing.
“Girl, this nigga had me pinned down, eating my pussy and my ass. Then the dick, girl! I mean that motherfucker is HUGE! He had me stretched wide open! I just need it again! I wake up out of my sleep, sweating! Girl, I dreamed about him coming into my bedroom and holding me captive! I woke up with a puddle under my ass! I had an orgasm in my sleep!” she said.
Shine strolled in the restaurant with a few other men all dressed in business attire. His Rolex sparkled and, like always, he had that aura that demanded attention. He must have been flirting with the waitress because she started blushing. Shine was a straight up pussy magnet.
“Speaking of Shine he’s making his way over here right now,” I told Tejah. She choked on her drink. Shine pulled out a chair then sat next to Tejah, leaning into her personal space. She nervously sipped her drink. I kicked her leg under the table.
“How are you ladies doing today?” he asked in his husky, deep voice.
“I’m fine!” I said, giggling behind my menu.
“So, what’s up Tejah? You don’t see me calling you?” he asked her.
“Yup, but I don’t know if it’s you or your damn mama!” she spat. Shine chuckled. My phone dropped off the table. I bent down to pick it up but I should’ve waited. Shine’s nasty ass had his hand between Tejah legs. No wonder she could barely talk. I sat up and they both looked at me.
“Now, that’s just nasty!” I said.
“We are grown! Tejah knows she is going through withdrawals. I can feel it between her legs now. Why are you fucking with me, Tej?” he asked, licking his lips.
“Oh my damn!” I mumbled.
She smacked his hand away. “Can we talk about this later?” Although she was younger than him, they actually looked good together. Her innocent young face against his brought his masculine features out even more.
“Naw, shorty, we can talk now! What’s good with you? Can I take you out later or what? I don’t want to hear no either. Matter of fact, no isn’t even an option with me. When I want something it should always be, ‘Yes Shynaire,’” he said. I kicked her ass as hard as I could. She better tell Shine yes. Now, if it was someone like Sameer, I would tell her ass to run and don’t look back!
“Yes, Shynaire!” she said blushing. He stood up then fixed his blazer. He went into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He placed three one hundred-dollar bills on the table.
“You ladies have a nice day. Dinner is on me,” he said as he caressed Tejah’s cheek then walked off. I was thinking Shine wasn’t aware of O’Shea’s situation yet.
“He made me mess my damn panties!” she said.
“Girlllllll, I was about to smack you for acting like you didn’t want that man on you like that,” I said to her.
After dinner I ran a few errands with Tejah. We spent an hour in the make-up store. When I dropped her off, Shine was waiting for Tejah outside of her complex. He was dressed down with a fitted cap pulled down low over his eyes. Now, he looked like a hood nigga. Tejah got out and strutted to him. His tall frame towered over her as he hugged her with his thick, tattooed arms. Tejah was going to be pregnant before the year was up, I just knew it.
Kenjay
It had been a few hours since O’Shea was been released from jail. He paced back and forth across his living room floor, pissed off.
“Yo, I wanted to kill that nigga!” he said, slamming his fist in his hand.
“Cheater! Cheater! Fucking Rissa! Fucking Rissa!” Tookie squawked on her perch in the living room.
“What the fuck?” I asked O’Shea.
“Tookie heard Britain yelling at me over that Rissa shit when she sent them pictures to my phone,” he said.
“You can’t have Tookie saying that shit around Shia though. Y’all need to handle that shit,” I said. I hated that damn bird.
“Same shit I said,” he replied.
“Where is Britain?” I asked.
“Upstairs with the kids. She’s mad that Malore fired her. I mean, she pulled all of her photo shoots from the magazine. She fired Tejah also but the picture of her and Shine was already out. She didn’t get rid of that one though!” he said.
“Yo, this shit is wild, man! Lenny’s bitch ass has been living triple lives! That’s one grimey-ass nigga! I bet you that he invested his money in Malore Fashion, trying to wash it up!” I said.
“Yo, the nigga knew Britain was going to be at the party. He was trying to rub that shit in her face. Malore’s dumb ass should’ve known something was up with that nigga. I’m guessing when he was supposed to been in Africa he was planning with Javier on knocking you and your pops off. The nigga never even came to none of Malore’s events. The media doesn’t even know Malore is married!” O’Shea said.
“Where is Britain’s grandmother?” I asked him.
“Yo, she straight disappeared,” he said.
“Something is up with that nigga. Regardless, he needs to go,” I said. Tookie squawked.
“Kill that nigga! Killa that nigga!” Tookie repeated what O’Shea said a few minutes ago.
“Yo, if you ever get caught up, all the police have to do is take the damn bird. She would tell on you and everybody else,” I told him.
His phone buzzed and he sat down on the couch.
“Yo, look at this shit,” he said, holding his phone where I could see it. There was a video of Rissa tied to a chair and gagged. A figure was standing next to her with a black bandana covering his lower face. He had on all black with a machete in his hand. I knew that machete from anywhere.
“What the fuck is he doing?” O’Shea asked me.
“What you paid him to do!” I said.
Corey gripped Rissa’s ponytail then jerked her head back. He brought his machete down then chopped down on her neck. The sound reminded me of wood being hacked. After three hacks her head came clean off. He held her head up into the screen then stuck a cigar in her mouth. O’Shea threw up. I grabbed the phone. This lil’ nigga was crazy as fuck. This nigga stuck a cigar in her mouth making it a joke after he killed her.
He dropped her head onto the floor before the screen went black. O’Shea’s phone cut off. I tried powering it on but it wouldn’t work. O’Shea continued to throw up in the plant next to the couch.
“Yo, I swear I wasn’t prepared!” he said. I laughed to keep my stomach from getting queasy. The first time Corey did that shit I was sick for a few days. But for some reason I wouldn’t mind watching him do doing it again. It was gruesomely interesting.
“Yo, that nigga stuck a cigar in her mouth though! Damn I’m surprised her head didn’t come off at the second hack! That must be all that plastic surgery she got. Bitch’s body is tough with all of that plastic. Speaking of which, do you think if we set Shine’s mama on fire she would melt? I think the only thing that would be on fire is her hair! Bitch would look like a candle!” I said. O’Shea burst out into laughter while wiping his mouth off.
“Next time I see her tubaware ass I’m calling her Yankee Candle!” I said. O’Shea fell out laughing harder.
“Yankee Candle! Yankee Candle!” Tookie said. O’Shea checked his other phone. It beeped from a text.
“Corey said he sent a virus to my phone shutting it off in case they investigate anything.”
“Yo, that nigg
a is too smart! Smart motherfuckers like him are crazy though. I learned about that shit when I read about bipolar disorder on the internet,” I said.
“Beans was smart,” O’Shea said.
“Beans was smart but Corey is a genius! This nigga probably killed over one hundred people and never was investigated. He also has a clean background. That nigga just isn’t normal,” I said. O’Shea shook his head.
Britain came down the steps with Kensi in her arm, feeding him a bottle.
“What the fuck is that smell?” she asked.
“Kill that nigga! Kill that nigga!” Tookie squawked.
“I got sick!” he said. She looked at her plant.
“Seriously, O’Shea? You got sick in my damn plant? I searched high and low for that plant!” she said.
“Fucking Rissa! Fucking Rissa!” Tookie said.
“Shut the hell up, Tookie, damn!” Britain said. I shook my head.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Britain asked O’Shea, rubbing his head.
“Look, I’m ready to dip. I had enough of Tookie for the day,” I said getting up.
“Awwww, Kenjay don’t be like that. Can you sing at our wedding?” Britain asked me. I grilled O’Shea. He started fiddling around with his phone.
“Damn, nigga! You are fucking up my rep! Bad enough Tookie thinks I’m Chris Brown!” I said. They laughed.
“You have a very nice voice, Kenjay. I didn’t know you were on his mix-tape a few years back. The chorus part you sang was beautiful,” Britain said.
“I was gone off that Molly! I was fucked up that night. I woke up in bed with a three hundred pound woman with no teeth! Don’t remind me of that song!” I said getting up, bumping O’Shea on my way out. He pushed me back then he and Britain started laughing.
“I’m not coming over here any damn more! I’m serious too! This nigga telling my business and that bird worse than a snitch facing a life sentence,” I said. They laughed harder but I was serious.
Geraldine walked into the house switching extra hard.
“Look at my husband standing there looking like he’s ready to get me pregnant,” she said kissing my cheek. I tapped her ass then Britain’s mouth dropped.
“Watch out, woman! My inches might knock those dry rot walls down!” I said. Britain kicked me then I smirked.
“Let’s find out! Come on, Kenjay! I got the stripper-pole downstairs! Come and get some of this Pattie Labelle old-school pussy! It’s sweet-pussy Saturday, baby!” she said.
“My soul is dead! I just can’t take it anymore! O’Shea, take her stripper-pole! Matter of fact, you are not getting any until you do! Keep letting my mama talk you into doing shit!” Britain said going back up the stairs.
“Jergens, my nigga! It works every time! You are going to need it!” I said to O’Shea as I walked out of their house.
Sameer texted me telling me to meet him over at grandma’s house. I had an hour drive till I got there.
When I pulled up, there were a lot of cars in front of the house. Shine’s mother was here, so I knew it was going to be some shit. I walked into the house and my cousin Gary was sitting on the couch holding a little girl. A man sat next to him whom I had never seen before.
“Hey, Grandma,” I said, kissing her cheek. I slid a bag of weed between the cushion of her recliner. Sameer saw me then shook his head.
“This is Vogue Gary’s daughter and that’s his husband Rick!” Aunt Sheri said.
I gave them the head nod still not believing what the hell I was seeing. This nigga had a whole family as a woman!
“So, Rick, what’s a handsome man like you doing with my NEPHEW?” Caroline asked. Luckily Shine wasn’t there yet because this nigga hated when his mother acted like that.
“Mind your damn business, Caroline! Are you jealous?” Sheri said, cracking up. Sameer got up and headed towards the kitchen.
“I only came by to see the family because I ran into my cousins over a friend’s house. I felt bad because I stayed away so long but I did not come over here to be asked questions about my life,” Gary said.
“So, Rick where did you guys get this little girl from? I hope she isn’t going to be confused because two men decided to raise her,” Caroline said.
“Are you mad because I look better as a woman then your ugly ass? Hunnnnttyyyyyyy! This body is FABOULOUS!” Gary stood up posing in her face.
“Who is your plastic surgeon? Hunnttyyyyyy I feel a lawsuit coming on. You need to sue them because you look dead! I mean James Brown dead!” he said falling asleep snoring. Five seconds later, he popped back up then snapped his fingers. “Okay, hunty!” he said to Caroline. Sheri laughed and Catty giggled. I smirked. Siah walked into the house.
“Where is my cousin?” she asked, walking into the family room.
“Sitting on the couch with his nigga!” I said. She looked at Gary then grabbed him, squeezing him tight.
“Damn, Siah, you look handsome, young man!” he said then she smirked.
“You look good yourself. Nigga, that’s fucked up how you disappeared,” she said.
“I feel like I’m at a gay club,” Caroline said.
“You hear that shit?” Gary asked.
“Hear what?” Siah asked laughing.
“I hear something but I don’t see nobody talking,” he said. Sheri picked up Vogue then kissed her cheek.
“Hey, auntie’s baby! I’m Aunt Sheri and this family is crazy but you will love us!” she said. Sheri walked over to me, giving me Vogue. She popped me in the face then laughed. I’m not going to lie I have a soft spot for children.
“Awww. Look at Kenjay’s mean ass holding a baby!” Gary said. I grilled him.
“This is sick!” Caroline said.
“Shine is on his way. He said he’s getting dinner catered to the house!” Sameer said, walking into the family room.
“As usual my Shine is always ahead of the game,” Caroline said.
“How much you got on you?” I asked Caroline.
“Why?” she snapped.
“So I can rob your ass for it!” My grandmother told me to hush and Sheri snickered.
“Where is Lo-Lo, Sameer? I miss her! That’s my baby right there!” Sheri said.
“She is working but she said she isn’t coming over here because she is scared of wax figures. She said she feels like she’s in a wax museum when she comes around!” I laughed then Vogue laughed with me. Caroline’s face dropped.
“Fix your face, Caroline hunntyyyyy! Ooopps you can’t!” Gary said.
“So, Rick, I heard you hit the mega-millions!” Caroline said, licking her lips.
“Are you that damn thirsty? That’s your nephew’s nigga! That nigga don’t want you!” Sameer said to her.
“Watch your mouth, Sameer!” Sheri said. She tried to stifle her laugh. Catty popped him on the leg.
“Where is the bathroom?” the nigga Rick asked.
“I’ll show you,” Caroline said, standing. Gary stood up towering over her.
“I don’t think so. Sit down, James Brown!” he said to her.
“Why are you calling her James Brown?” Siah asked, laughing.
“‘Cause he looked like an old Chinese lady with bad plastic surgery,” he answered. I chuckled then gave Gary his daughter back. Shine walked into the house with Tejah. All hell was about to break loose!
“Oh, hell no, you won’t! Get her out of here!” Caroline screamed.
“No, I’m not! Grandma Catty said she is welcomed,” Shine said.
“This is my house, Caroline! All of my grandchildren and their guests are welcome! Now, if you don’t like it, you can leave! I done tolerated your foolishness long enough! I missed my grandbaby all of these years and you are ready to ruin it!” Catty said.
“Fine, well, I can have a guest also!” she said, walking into the kitchen.
“Everyone, this is Tejah. Tejah, this is my aunt Sheri and grandma Catty. This is…” Shine paused before introducing Gary.
“I’m Tat
aliscious, hunty!” he said, swinging his hair. There was too much shit going on. My phone rang as everyone chatted until the dinner arrived. I walked into the hallway to answer the phone.
“What’s up, baby mama?” I asked Latavia.
“Nothing. Helping Tee-Tee plan this fashion show. I miss you, baby,” she said into the phone. I smirked.
“I miss you too, shorty. What your sexy ass got on though?” I asked.
“I have on a skirt with no panties!” she said. My dick hardened.
“Ewwww, bitch! I’m not trying to hear that! Fuck that nigga over the phone later!” Tee-Tee said in the background.
“Stop hating, heifer!” Latavia said to her.
“Ay, boo, let me hit you back. I’m over my grandma’s house and I think Caroline is going to get fucked up before the night is over,” I said into the phone.
