by Angie Hayes
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Keisha
Everything seems so surreal right now. After Keith proposed to me and Jass, we got the ball rolling on our move to California. He found us a beautiful house in an upscale neighborhood, which has a great school system for Jass. I’m happy as hell to have a fresh start with a wonderful man. I never thought that I would give another guy a chance after the bullshit that David put me through. It was like he doesn’t give a damn, even though he continued to pop out baby after baby with all these different chicks. He’s too busy flossing and shit, as if he doesn’t have any responsibilities at all. I struggled and scraped to take care of my baby and if I had to, I’d do it all over again.
I remember when Jass was first born, I would chase his ass down begging him to buy her pampers and milk. The muthafucka would never answer any of my phone calls. I had to resort to asking his mother for help. All the while he was riding around in new cars, with diamonds all on his neck, ears and wrist. Whenever I did see him, he was always dressed in nothing but new shit. Of course I stepped to him, and the bastard had the nerve to tell me that since I decided to leave him, that meant I could do it all by myself.
Basically he was saying that since I didn’t stay and put up with his constant cheating and disrespect, I was on my own. Ever since that day I vowed to never ask his bitch ass for anything else, and I didn’t. With God’s help I knew we would make it, and we have. I decided to let karma deal with his tired, dead beat ass, and from what his momma tells me, it has. I just got off the phone with her because she called to see how Jass and I were settling in. Despite her dumb ass son, we have always maintained a good relationship and she’s an excellent grandma to Jass.
Keith wants to have the wedding before the year is out, but I told him that between the new move and getting everything situated with the house, I wouldn’t have time to plan it. He wasn’t hearing it and told me to hire a wedding planner, and let her worry about everything. Even though I wanted to argue and postpone it, I decided to go ahead and do what he asked. My baby gives me everything I ask for and then some, so whenever he asks anything of me, I make sure to oblige. Karen, my coordinator who I hired is coming over today to go over the seating chart. The wedding is next month and so far she has been a God send. The only thing I had to worry about was my wedding dress and a dress for Jass. We decided to only have two people in our bridal party, and that’s Alicia, who’s the bridesmaid and Keith’s brother, who’s the best man.
“Oh my God, it’s hot out there!” Karen exclaimed when I finally let her into the house.
“Girl I know, that’s why my ass is inside.” I laughed.
“Lucky you.” She playfully rolled her eyes. “Let’s go ahead and go over this guest list. Keith already gave me his, and I have yours. I just wanted you to look over it and make sure that you’re okay with how I set it up.” Karen said as she pulled out a piece of paper. “I have the two families mixed together, so everyone can get to know one another.” She explained.
“Sounds good to me.” I said as I took the sheet of paper from her hand and looked it over. “Hold up! I know Keith ain’t inviting this muthafucka to our wedding!” I yelled when I saw Troy’s name on the list.
Karen jumped at my outburst.
“Keith didn’t mention a damn thing about his dumb ass being there!” Keith knew Alicia was bringing Shawn and I didn’t want any bullshit from Troy.
“Who are you talking about?” Karen asked me.
“My cousin who is my maid of honor, her ex boyfriend. She used to date Keith’s homeboy but things ended really badly with them. She’s moved on and has a new man, who’s coming to the wedding.” I explained to Karen.
“Don’t worry if he acts up, I’ll have his ass escorted out so fucking fast his head will spin.’ Karen assured me showing her hood side.
Just then Keith walked through the door.
“Hey baby, hey Karen.” He said greeting us giving me a kiss.
“Hey, you’re just in time for me to ask you a question about a guest you have on your list.” I told him.
“Okay, who is it?” Keith asked.
“Well I see Troy is on here. I didn’t even know that we were inviting his ass considering that Alicia will be there with Shawn.” I said to him. Keith should know better.
“Bae Troy is still my boy, and besides he already knows that Alicia is going to be there because I told him.” Keith informed me.
“Why would you even say anything to him about her Keith?”
“I told him because I wanted to make sure that there wasn’t going to be any drama from him when he came. He told me he was straight so chill, everything is good.” He said as he grabbed water from the fridge and headed upstairs.
“See, there you have it. Your man has it under control so there should be no problems what so ever.” Karen assured me.
“Yeah fucking right. I know this nigga, and I know how he is. The last time he had any contact with her, was when his fist was meeting her damn face.” I don’t want the muthafucka there, but I guess this is where the compromise comes in at.
“Oh wow, so he’s that type of man, a coward woman beater!” Karen said.
“He’s that and then some. As long as he knows how to act then he should be cool.”
Once Karen and I finalized everything, I knew I had to call and let Alicia know that the devil himself will be in attendance at my wedding.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Troy
I just finished coming in Candy’s mouth. I swear she’s a pro when it comes to sucking dick. Cass and the kids were gone to Orlando for the weekend with her sister and I wanted to go home and sleep, so I decided to stop by Candy’s crib for a quick nut.
“Damn.” She said as she was licking her lips.
When she finished she got up from her knees and started to tug on her boy shorts pulling them down.
I moaned when she slid down on my dick. Candy has crazy skills when it comes to fucking. This bitch fucks like she’s taken a course in ‘throw that pussy 101’. What’s funny is the fact that I can’t say that I’ve ever ran into a stripper bitch who couldn’t fuck, so I never expected anything less from her ass. Naked from the waist down, Candy bent over and placed my dick back into her mouth. She sucked on it a bit more just to get it extra wet before sliding down on my shit with her pussy. Instantly warmth engulfed my manhood, and the tightness of her hole made it hard for me to concentrate.
Up and down she bounced on my dick as I sat back and enjoyed the ride, while watching her juices coat my dick hairs. Wanting to be in more control, I took a hold of her ass cheeks and started to bounce her up and down as hard as I could. Damn, this shit feels so good. When Candy’s muscles gripped my dick tighter, I flipped her onto her back and pounded the shit out of her. The pain from her nails raking across my back brought me out of my trance. Reaching up I grabbed both of her arms and held them down while I continued to stroke deeper.
“You love this dick don’t you bitch?” I growled.
“Yes daddy! Yes…I love this dick!” Candy screamed out in both pain and pleasure.
I knew I was fucking her deep, because I felt myself hitting the bottom of her pussy. I didn’t give a fuck as long as I got my nut. Making love to Candy was something that I’d never done before and didn’t plan on doing. She didn’t mind though because she let me fuck her every way possible. There was no limit to what she would allow me to do. Quickening my pace, I fuck her harder. When I felt my nut slowly build up from my toes, I know that I need to pull out soon and cum on her face like I usually do but today for some reason, the pussy was too fucking good to stop. Deciding to go for it, I release every last one of my seeds inside her. Since she’s always said she was on the shot, what was the worst that could happen?
“Whew, damn girl! Every time I get that pussy it gets better and better.” I said as I rolled over trying to catch my breath.
“You know I’ve told you that my name describes me perfectly. I’m sweet an
d satisfying.” Candy bragged as she got up and disappeared into the bathroom.
Moments later she reappeared with a hot soapy rag that she used to wash me down. I never had to tell Candy what to do, she just does it.
“You going to work tonight?” I asked.
“Naw, I’m chilling home tonight. Truth be told, I’m actually tired of the whole club scene. I’m thinking of making a career change.” She told me as she looked up at me putting my clothes on. I laughed right in her face. This bitch know she’s lying.
“Career change like what?” I asked
“I don’t know yet, but I’m getting tired of dancing for niggas. I think I’m going to just chill for a while. My stash is looking good, and it should hold me over until I decide what it is that I want to do.” She informed me.
See this is the shit that I don’t want to hear. I already know where this is going. If her ass stops working, it’ll give her time to sit and think about shit. When bitches have too much time on their hands, they think too damn much. The next thing you know she’ll want a nigga around full time and. I’m not having that with Candy! Naw, lil momma better think of what she wanna do and quick. After hearing that, I know it’s time for me to be on my way.
“I hear ya talking. Aye, whatever it is I hope you find it. I said as I finished putting on my clothes..
“So, are you going to Keith and Keisha’s wedding?” Candy asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be there to show my support to my dawg.”
“Hmm, well Alicia will be there with her new boo, Shawn. I met him and he’s a cutie. She seems happy with him.” Candy mentioned like she was trying to throw it up my face.
I knew Candy was trying to stir shit up by mentioning Alicia. What she doesn’t know is that just hearing her name has me missing her even more.
“Oh yeah? Shit, that’s her business.” I replied trying to play it cool.
“Yeah, you know she moved to Texas where he’s stationed at. She called me once she got settled and gave me the update on how everything is going. I’m happy for her.” Candy said as she sat there with a smirk on her face. I was two seconds from slapping that shit right off. Dumb bitch.
“Like I said, that’s her fucking business. I’m sure you are happy for her, especially when you’re sucking my dick. Since you’re so happy, maybe your trifling ass should have thanked her for moving on.”
By the time I finished my sentence, the smirk that was once there, had been wiped away. I know bitches like Candy all too well. She’s a snake hoe. I figured that out the first time I tried her ass. When I first threw the bait she took it with no problem. I know your probably like “Nigga, you ain’t no better!” but I’m a man, and this is what we do. It’s in our nature. When a woman does it she’s labeled a whore, and that’s just what Candy is. Sitting here talking about how happy she is for Alicia, when she knows damn well she’s only happy because she gets to get more of me. Fake ass bitch.
“This coming from a nigga who not only has a wife, but also beats the shit out of his mistress as well.” Candy snapped.
She climbed off the bed and stood in front of me with her hands on her hips like she was ready to do something.
“Naw, this is coming from a nigga who is about to knock you in your shit if you don’t get the fuck out of my face.” I warned her.
I knew I had to leave right now because if I didn’t, I was liable to go to jail. She already had me mad because she thought it was a good idea to bring Alicia and her new nigga up out of the blue.
“Every time Alicia name is mentioned yo’ ass is always copping a fucking attitude!”
“Well if you know that, why the fuck do you keep bringing her up? You started this dumb shit, when you already know what it is. So I suggest yo’ ass get right, or leave me the fuck alone!” I was trying to control my anger, but this bitch is pushing my buttons.
“I do it to prove that you ain’t over that bitch!” she rolled her eyes.
“It’s so fucking obvious and if that’s the case, why do you keep fucking with me Troy?” She asked me.
“How many times do I have to tell you? Stop worrying about what the fuck is going on between me and Alicia, because it ain’t none of your business! To answer your question, ain’t nobody forcing you to be here. You are here for this dick, and if you want to bounce, make it happen. Just keep that emotional bullshit away from me!” With that said, I got up to leave and left her dumb ass standing there looking stupid.
As I drove home my mind was on Alicia and how she just up and started over. Being without her was driving me crazy. Honestly I could care less about Keith and Keisha’s wedding. The only reason I’m going is because Alicia will be there, and I want to see her. I hadn’t gotten a glimpse of her since her graduation party. She didn’t know it, but I parked at the end of her parents block and watched things from afar. When I saw that beautiful smile, I sat up and smiled to myself. Moments later when I saw a dude walk up and hug her from behind, I wanted to get out of the truck and beat the shit out of him. My common sense kicked in and I remembered what the fuck I was there for. Seeing her look so happy without me made me realize how much I fucked up.
I watched as she introduced him to everyone in attendance, and him being around her entire family. That was some shit that she wanted from me, but I could never do in fear of being seen out with her. I’m a married man, I can’t just floss my mistress around town like it’s okay. What if I would have ran into my wife, or hell my other baby mama’s? I know my shit is fucked up, and I know that I brought it all on myself. I can’t change it now, so it is what it is. I love Alicia, but I won’t allow her to be happy without me. I’m a selfish nigga, and I can own up to it.
Chapter Thirty
Cassandra
“Damn baby, right there. Ah, shit…that feels so good!” I yelled out in ecstasy all while throwing m pussy back on his dick.
I needed this little getaway because Troy was making my life at home a living hell. I told him that my sister and I were taking the kids to Orlando for the weekend, when all along that wasn’t the plan. Oh, we’re in Orland, but my sister has the kids, while I’m having a fucking ball with Rodney. Rodney is someone that I met at work a while back. We started off as friends just occasionally talking on the phone or texting. Next it was a lunch date here and there. It felt good to have someone to talk to and he always made me laugh. He never judged me when I spoke about Troy’s trifling ass; he only listened letting me know that he was there for me whenever I needed him. We started to be around each other a bit more, so much so, that I began to not worry about what my husband did with his hoes.
Never did I think I would be a woman who would go out and seek attention from another man. Hell, I was married; my husband should have been all I needed. That wasn’t the case with us, and truthfully, not placing blame or anything, but Troy is the reason for this because he pushed me do it. I was so tired of him shitting on me and popping out kids left and right. Then with his fucking baby mama’s constantly showing up at my door, I was at my wit’s end.
I swear I wanted to take my babies and haul ass, but I know Troy wouldn’t allow that. He’s too fucking controlling. I’m not going to lie; I use to think that having chicks throw themselves at my husband was cute in the beginning. I mean I married a much younger man who was fine as hell, so to see those skanks going crazy only boosted my ego. I was the one he came home to every night, and I was the bitch that he’d given his last name too. As time went on though, it started to become too much to bear. You know what, that’s enough of Troy’s ass; I need to give my baby all my attention.
“That was the shit baby.” I said as I lay on Rodney’s chest.
“With good pussy like that, I have to do my part to keep up.” He joked.
“I wish I could just have it like this all the time.” I whined. “I really hate going home and leaving you.”
“I know you do, but just give it time. You and the kids will be with me and will no longer have to worry about shit.”
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br /> “I wish it was that simple, but unfortunately it’s not.” I said.
“It seems to me like you’re the one that’s making shit difficult.” He snapped.
“From what I’m hearing you always saying, that nigga stay doing him, so why the fuck are you always coming at me sideways with fucking excuses as to you leaving him? Look, it’s either you with this or you ain’t.” Rodney said.
It never fails, every time we have this conversation it always leads to us arguing.
“Rodney you knew exactly what it was when we decided to take this route, so why the fuck are you always tripping?”
“Yeah, you’re right, I knew what time it was. The reason I’m tripping is because I didn’t ask you to leave him, you’re the one who offered. So now when I mention it you always acting like all of a sudden you got fucking amnesia or some shit about the situation.” Rodney said now sitting up on the bed.
I exhaled and shook my head because I knew he was right.
“Look Cassandra, you can stay in your fucked up marriage or whatever it is that y’all have and continued to live your life but just leave me the hell alone if you chose to do that. Or you can do what you said you was gone do, and that’s pack up you and the kids and get the fuck out of there. You keep claiming that you want a life with me, so what’s up?” Rodney demanded.
Rodney was laying it on real thick. I admit, I had fallen in love with him and knew that I wanted to be with him. I had shared with him about all the times that Troy had cheated and all about the outside kids and constant disrespect from all of his baby mama’s. The only thing I never revealed was the physical abuse. I’ve never told anyone about that, not even my family. I was too embarrassed by that so I always kept it to myself. If Rodney knew all of the bullshit that I had to endure at home he would have a better understanding why I was so afraid to leave.
