“Hmm…,” he grunts, digging in his pocket and pulling out another peanut butter cup. “I’ve been eating these fuckin’ things non-stop and I don’t even eat candy. My ass is fuckin’ tired for no reason and my Mama keeps dreaming about some damn fish. Your ass is lying.”
“They’re not yours,” I repeat.
“I’m not playin’ wit’ yo’ ass, Aneesah. Tell me the truth.”
“I am,” I shout as my body trembles. I am beyond upset and the babies must feel it too because they start to tussle in my tummy like they are fighting each other and start pushing up on my ribs.
“Fuckin’ with you, you’re gonna make me go into early labor or some shit.” I push down on my stomach trying to move them away from my rib cage.
“What are you doing?” Nyce asks with concern. He places his hands on my stomach. I don’t think he does it intentionally. I think he is actually trying to help me but the chemistry that we share, makes my body warm up and tingle. His touch in this moment feels right as my stomach ties in knots. The babies start to move again and Nyce gives me a funny look.
“Yeah, they’re mine. I feel it,” he says looking at me as the babies’ dance where his hands are resting.
“They don’t like you touching me and neither do I,” I whisper, pushing his hands off me.
“James. What are you doing?” Tori interrupts.
“Nothing,” Nyce replies taking a step back.
“This doesn’t look like nothing. I am so tired of this shit, I swear. You fucking asshole,” she screams, slapping the shit out of his face. If we were friends, I would have given her a high-five.
“Yo…you’re outta fuckin’ pocket,” Nyce says through his teeth.
“I’m out of pocket? I’ve been trying to have your baby for over a year, but you barely touch me. You got her pregnant and I’m the one who’s out of pocket? You told me that you slept with her, but you didn’t tell me you didn’t respect me enough to use protection and yet, I’m out of pocket,” she cries. He doesn’t say anything. He just stands there looking stupid and stressed.
“I’m leaving you,” he mumbles. I’m not even sure who he’s talking to. “You can take all my shit but I’m leaving, Tori.”
“What? You’re not even the father,” I interject.
“Shut-up, Aneesah,” he snaps.
“You can’t just…”
“Shut-up bitch,” Tori snaps at me, cutting me off. “Your bloody friend already confessed and I’m about to beat you and that bastard child out of you,” she yells before spitting in my face.
“BITCH,” I scream trying to get to her but Nyce puts a barrier in between us. I feel someone grab my shoulder.
“Hold my shit,” Pree says handing me her purse and kicking off her shoes.
“Step aside, Nyce,” she calmly states.
“Pree, I can’t do that,” Nyce replies.
“You can either step aside or I’m going to go through you but one way or another, I am going to get at that bitch standing behind you.”
“Let me go, James. Fuck that bitch too,” Tori yells from behind him.
“Chill, damn it,” he yells at her. “I can’t let you do this Pree,” he says calmly.
“Well, I guess I am going to have to go through you then,” Pree replies hiking up her dress. “Because I am going to beat that bitch’s ass.”
“And I am right behind her for the follow up,” Jada chimes in popping up out of nowhere.
“I love you brother, but you taught your baby sister well. Your chick is wrong. She spit in this woman’s face and threatened to beat the baby out of her. What kind of shit is that?” Morgan asks, taking off her veil and handing it to me.
“FUCK ALL OF YOU. THAT WHORE FUCKED MY HUSBAND AND IS CARRYING HIS BABY AND Y’ALL WANT TO GANG UP ON ME? SHE FUCKED MY HUSBAND. YOU FUCKING WHORE,” she screams, crying hysterically as a small crowd starts to gather. I am both horrified and humiliated.
“That’s enough. Jimmy, go on and take Victoria out of here. Morgan, you go and tend to your husband and guests. Go on now. The show is over,” Miss Annette intervenes as Nyce looks at me and mouths the words sorry before shaking his head and grabbing Tori’s arm, dragging her out as she cries. Morgan takes her veil out of my hands, kisses my cheek and walks back inside. Pree rubs my stomach and winks at me as I stand too embarrassed to say anything or look Nyce’s mother in her face.
“Miss Annette…Mama…I’m sorry,” I apologize in embarrassment.
“Hush child. You’re alright. These babies have already been created. You enjoy this time,” she says rubbing my stomach. “You come by the house and see me next week,” she smiles before walking back inside. I am ready to leave. I am way too embarrassed to stay. I walk back inside to apologize to Morgan for ruining her day.
“Neesah, it’s okay. We figured out that the babies were Nyce’s last night and you ruining my wedding? Please. You just made it more memorable,” she laughs but I want to cry. I kiss all my girls goodnight, and make the arrangements to go back to Tennessee to grab my stuff before heading back to my house in New Jersey.
Chapter Twenty-One
Days later, when I pull up to my estate in Jersey, the press is lined up at the gate. The driver honks his horn for them to get out of his way.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask looking around wondering what the hell they are doing here as they irritatingly bang on the car doors and windows.
“Um…you don’t know?” The driver asks.
“Know what?”
“Do you really want to know?” He repeats.
“Know what?” I snap.
“Yeah. You don’t listen to the radio or TMZ? You are all over the internet.”
“My pregnancy?”
“Yeah but you being pregnant by a married man is not the only thing.”
“How do you know that I am pregnant by a married man?” I inquire.
“Some woman called all the radio stations talking about you are pregnant by her husband.”
“WHAT?” I yell as we pull up in front of my house, parking in the courtyard.
“Uh, that ain’t nothing compared to the photos and sex tape that leaked last night,” he chuckles.
“Huh?” I ask confused, turning my cellphone on.
“Shit,” the driver says shaking his head. “You’re all over the net. Naked photos, videos, you giving head,” he laughs, shaking his head.
“Pervert,” I scream, slapping him in the back of the head before jumping out the car.
“And you not gettin’ a tip,” I yell, slamming the car door shut. I am beyond pissed and furious as my phone buzzes non-stop, alerting me to all the missed texts and voice mail messages. I enter my home, ignore Biggie who is happy to see me and search the internet. Sure enough, naked photos of me are all over the web. Pictures of me from the time I was 19 up to the very last naked photo I sent Nyce that day at the hotel, wrapped in a sheet with my pierced breasts out.
A picture of me on the beach, walking with my top off. A picture of me lying in my bed naked smoking a blunt. Even a full-frontal pussy shot with a pink tongue to it. Although you can’t see his face, that’s a picture that Nyce’s freaky ass took.
“FUCK,” I yell as my voice echoes through the halls. “So fuckin’ convenient that you can’t see him in any of the photos,” I snap. Someone had strategically cropped his face out of each photo.
“I’m working on it…I’m working on it,” Dani says, laptop in hand, blunt in mouth, popping the fuck up out of nowhere.
“You saw?” I ask.
“Yeah. Look at the bright side. Your body looks amazing,” she giggles.
“How long have they been up?”
“Less than 24 hours. I am trying to get the porno down now. I think I almost got it.”
“A porn?” I whine, letting out a breath.
“Yeah girl. You look fabulous in that too,” she winks.
“Not funny Dani.”
“Sorry,” she apologizes, sitting down on the
couch and typing away. My doorbell chimes before my phone rings.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Open the door,” Pree says. I jump out of my seat and open the door for Pree.
“Popcorn, wine, and cider. Let’s watch your porn girl,” she cheeses.
“I’m not in the mood,” I mumble.
“Party pooper,” she giggles. I follow Pree down into the basement and she immediately turns on my smart TV, navigating her way to YouTube.
“What y’all doin’?” Dontay asks, coming into the basement.
“About to watch Neesah’s porn.”
“Oh, you’re talking to me now?” He smirks at Pree.
“For now,” she replies, clicking play. Dontay wedges himself in between Pree and me.
“Well I guess it would be nice…if I could touch your body…I know not everybody…has a body like you…the video starts as I nakedly dance around playing a guitar and singing George Michael’s “Faith”. This video used to make me laugh but right now, my blood is running hot with embarrassment and anger.
“You are so silly girl,” Nyce’s voice is heard in the background recording, as I continue my dance and song, performing for him. The video then cuts into another scene.
“I love you,” I say as the video shows me lying in bed on my back, naked, blunt in mouth.
“You don’t love me, you love the D,” Nyce’s voice laughs, no image of him in the video.
“I love him too. Especially when he’s drizzling down my throat,” I say seductively, as smoke seeps out of my mouth.
“Show me,” Nyce responds. I pass him the blunt, look up at the camera, gray eyes red and glossy from my high and greedily attack his dick with my mouth, all on camera.
“Damnnnnnn Neesah,” Pree says, sipping her wine and eating popcorn. “My best friend is making me all proud and shit,” she smiles. “And yo, Nyce…fuuuck…how the fuck is you fitting him in your mouth like that? Bae got dick but Nyce got dick,” she laughs, tilting her head.
“Damn is right. Can I get a turn? Shit,” Dontay says leaning closer into the TV.
“Shut-up,” I snap in embarrassment. “Oh my god,” I groan at the next shot of me grape fruiting my then man.
“Get it girl,” Pree laughs.
“You’re the one that showed me that stupid video and told me to try it,” I growl, thinking about the video that has been on the internet for years prior to the movie Girls Trip making it popular again.
“I ain’t tell you to record it,” she laughs, stuffing her mouth full of popcorn.
“I’m sayin’, can I get a fuckin’ turn? Damn,” Dontay asks taking a gulp out of the wine bottle.
“Dontay, shut-up and you,” I say turning to Pree. “You and Knuck’s freaky ass don’t have y’all own tapes?”
“We do,” she shrugs. “But gurl, you’re making me proud in these videos. Ooo you nasty bitch. Hi-five friend,” Pree smiles holding up her hand. I ignore her stupid hand and continue to watch the next sequence in the video of me getting banged out from the back, full shot of my ass and Nyce’s dick working in and out of me as I am bent over the kitchen counter. You can even see Nyce’s Timberland boots that he had refused to take off talking about he needed the traction. The video then cuts into another scene.
“Why you always gotta fuckin’ record me pervert?” I giggle.
“Because I love watching you,” Nyce responds. “Come on. I won so dance for me Ma,” he chuckles. I remember prior to that, we were doing our nightly ritual of watching Jeopardy and placing bets. I lost to Nyce that night and his request was making me dance for him in my ballet pointes.
“It’s gonna be a watered-down dance. You’re not supposed to do pointe on carpet.”
“Then don’t do it. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I got this,” I smile. I bet you that this is the reason why Nyce built me a dance studio on our property.
“Do I at least get some music?” The camera rattles for a moment before Jodeci “Feenin” starts to blast out and I am standing there grinding my hips in a see through blue and white thong leotard and white pointe shoes.
“All the chronic in the world couldn’t even mess with you. You’re my ultimate high,” Nyce says as he imitates Devante and you can see a cloud of weed smoke surrounding the camera lens, right on cue as I begin to dance.
“Yaaaassss bitch,” Dontay and Pree yell.
“Work that shit. Body on fleek. I’d fuck you so hard right now,” Pree yells. “You gotta teach me how to dance like that. No wonder that niggah love you. Shit. I love you,” Pree laughs, blowing me a kiss.
“Bitch, is you drooling?” I ask, staring at her crazy ass.
“Fuck yeah. You look good as shit,” she giggles as we watch me seductively dance for Nyce, outshining any stripper.
“I shouldn’t have given up ballet. Damn!” Pree continues, leaning closer into the TV.
“You see them moves my bitch is throwing down? Pop that ass girl. Do what it do; make it shake. Show dem strippers and dem fake Miley bitches how to really twerk,” Dontay chimes in as we watch me twerking in my pointe shoes, rising on my tippy-toes just to pop my booty.
“Fuck girl, my dick hard as shit right now,” Nyce says, littering my feet with twenties as I strip for him.
“Shit. Mine too, niggah,” Dontay says adjusting himself.
“Fuck this. We fuckin’. Come ‘er and get this dick.” The camera drops to the carpet and all you hear is two people getting it in.
The next shot cuts in and at the same time, Pree, Dontay and I tilt our heads to the side as the video shoots to Nyce hitting it while I am hanging in one of those sex swings. The screen suddenly goes black and reads CONTENT REMOVED.
“I DID IT,” Dani yells, coming down the stairs. “TAKE THAT, BIG BROTHER,” she laughs, laptop still in hand.
“WHAT THE FUCK, DANI?” Pree and Dontay yell at the same time, jumping up from the couch and spilling popcorn all over my damn carpet. Dontay grabs the middle of his jeans, adjusting himself.
“W—what? You’re gross,” Dani giggles.
“Fuck y’all. I’m still a man. I can’t help when my dick gets happy,” he chuckles.
“Damn. I’m about to go home and rape my husband,” Pree laughs. “That was great,” she exhales.
“I’m sayin’, whenever you and Nyce wanna get this threesome poppin’, I’m available,” Dontay stares at me lustfully.
“Yeah. You better not let that niggah hear you. He’ll shoot you for GP,” Pree says sipping her wine.
“Yeah, I know. That niggah straighter than an arrow but all I need is about five minutes. I’ll turn ‘em out.”
“You’re gross, you freak,” I tell him shaking my head.
“I ain’t no freakier than you Miss Innocent,” Donaty chuckles.
“Anyway, the video no longer exists, Aneesah,” Dani beams with pride.
“Doesn’t matter. It said it had 1.4 million views,” I mumble. “Dontay, if you don’t stop fuckin’ touching me,” I snap, batting his hands away.
“I’m horny,” he whines. “And I like you. I like you A LOT. I think I’m in love wit’ you. What’s up?” He gives me a head nod. “I’ll take you pregnant and all,” he smiles. “You’ll be wanting to marry a niggah.”
I roll my eyes.
“What?” I ask when Dani’s eyes balloon.
“Look,” she says handing me her laptop. Pree and I go through the photos, the same naked photos that are all over the net except for Nyce is no longer incognito. You can now see him entirely.
“He developed a Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter account, Aneesah,” Pree smiles looking through her phone. At 11am this morning, Nyce developed social media accounts according to his timelines. An hour ago, he started posting the full pictures, exposing himself with the caption reading Same Nigga. Same Bitch. Different Scene and to save y’all from any confusion, I love that woman. Y’all better get one! #ANEESAH.
“Awww…that’s so sweet,” Pree gushe
s.
“What? That he just called me a damn bitch on social media and had the nerve to hashtag my fuckin’ name?” I snap.
“No, chill. He’s trying to do damage control for you,” Pree states.
“How?”
“Well, everyone thought it was a different dude in each shot since his face wasn’t in any of the pictures. He just proved to the world it was him; the same dude; one dude the whole time. Damage control,” Pree smiles.
“He’s making it worse.”
“Did he?” Pree questions, handing me her phone as I read all the positive Facebook, Instagram, & Twitter comments.
“DONE,” Dani yells as the images disappear. “You can thank me later.”
“Bitch, everybody already saw,” I yell.
“Yeah but now there is no evidence for new people to see…for your nieces and nephew to see…for your children to see. This will just be a shitty ass week in 2018 that was never documented,” she winks.
“Fuuuck,” I exhale.
“I’m team Neesah. I am always going to be team Neesah but when we found out about this shit last night, Nyce came to the house. He really does feel bad Aneesah. This wasn’t his doing. You know that, right? I don’t know how the bitch got a hold of all of this, but THIS wasn’t Nyce.”
“I don’t fuckin’ care.”
“He’s been staying at a hotel since we got back from Puerto Rico. He really did leave her and Knuck has been talking him off the ledge of killing her ass since she’s going after everything the niggah got.”
“I don’t care, Pree,” I seethe.
“Uh, did you just release a new song?” Dani asks.
“No. Now what?” I ask frustrated and wanting this to be over. She pushes play on her Facebook feed and the audio for “Freak Like Me”, the song that everyone told me to scratch off the album, croons through the speakers. I check my phone and see that I have back to back messages from Mr. J and Chink telling me they made the decision to leak the song.
“Pree, your dad didn’t watch the tape, did he?” I ask embarrassed. She shrugs her shoulders.
“Oh my god. Can today get any worse?” I say, burying my face in a pillow.
Even after Dani did an amazing hack job of deleting all evidence that “Aneesah is a freak”, the press doesn’t let up. I am talked about on every radio station, gossip magazine and talk show. Good press/bad press, I’m used to it but I’ve never had anything that hits so close to home, being labeled a whore and home wrecker and I can’t even fuckin’ deny it. On the flip side, my single “Freak Like Me” skyrockets to number one, and George Michael’s “Faith” and Jodeci’s “Feenin’,” ends up on the music charts as this new generation gets hip to those songs.
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