I Choose You: Hood Love at Its Finest

by Diamond Johnson

  She jumped when she saw me standing there and moaned and said, “No baby, I’m tired. Let me just stay here.” Fuck all she was saying. I took the cover from over her and carried her upstairs, with her complaining about leaving her girls down there by themselves. She may as well had shut up because a nigga was horny as fuck and she promised her man some pussy. When we got in the bedroom, I closed the door behind me and sat my wife on the bed and she tried to climb under the covers.

  “I thought you said you was going to give your man some pussy tonight?” I said, stepping out of my shoes.

  “Baby I’m tired” she whined.

  I stepped out of my clothes, leaving only my boxers on and headed to the bathroom, located in our bedroom, and turned on the shower. When I walked back in the room, my wife was still sitting on the bed, pouting. So I picked her up and carried her inside the bathroom with me. She didn’t protest at all either with her spoiled ass. I put her down and started undressing her and then we headed inside the shower together. As I stood up, letting the water fall down my body, my wife stood behind me, placing her hands around my waist, gently stroking my dick with her small, manicured fingers.

  “I missed you all night baby,” she moaned into my ear.

  “I can’t tell. You damn near had a fit because I got you from off the couch,” I said, smirking.

  She stopped stroking my dick and stood in front of me, wrapping her hands around my neck. She took my right hand and gently guided it to her wetness. “You can’t tell that I missed you?” she moaned in my ear while I gently fingered her clit. Damn, my baby was wet as fuck! I guess she did miss a nigga!

  “Hmmmm Tyyy that feels so good baby,” she moaned in my ear as I made circular motions with my fingers on her clit. The way she was moaning in my ear was driving a nigga fuckin’ crazy. It was always the moans that got me when it came to having sex with Lani. I swear that shit be sounding sexy as fuck.

  I continued to rub her clit and finger fuck her with my other two fingers and once I felt her body buck against my fingers, I knew she was about to cum. “Hmmm baby, I’m cummin’! Fuck!” she moaned out loud and I swear that shit was music to my ears.

  I didn’t even give her li’l ass time to recuperate from that nut. I just walked her back and slammed her back against the wall. I held up her right leg and put nothing but straight, hard ten inches of dick inside her. She let out a loud squeal and it came out like a cry.

  “Shittt Tyyyy,” she moaned as I plunged into her deep and then came back up. Deep and slow, deep and slow. I was driving her ass crazy with them death strokes.

  “You steady saying you miss a nigga but you acting like you scared of the dick,” I said, holding onto her hips, fuckin’ her rough as fuck.

  “I…I doo…babbbyyy damnnn,” she cried out.

  “You do what?’ I asked, not missing a beat. After all these years, I don’t see how I never knocked her ass up. As much as we fuck! Shit, we should have had about three sets of triplets already.

  “I...did miss you,” she moaned into my ear.

  “Fuckin’ act like it then!” I said, stopping mid stroke. I watched as she got herself together and then all of a sudden, she started rotating her hips on me in a circular motion.

  “Yeah, that’s right! Show a nigga why I married your ass,” I said, talking shit.

  “That’s just a plus nigga! You ain’t marry me because of my pussy. You know I’m the baddest and realist bitch you ever met in your fuckin’ life,” she replied, still fuckin’ and talking shit while taking the dick. That’s my type of woman. Shit, that’s my woman.

  Her li’l ass was showing out and I couldn’t let her outdo me, so I picked her up and slammed her down on my dick and went to drilling on her ass. I reached down and played with her clit and she started cumming instantly and I was right behind her. I slapped her ass, telling her to get down but she only wrapped her lags around me tighter. After five minutes of staying like this, Lani eventually spoke. “You fuck with any bitches tonight?” she asked me.

  “Fuck I got to fuck with other bitches for when I got you at home waiting on me?” I said, smacking her ass.

  “Just let them hos know you got a crazy ass wife that wouldn’t mind catching a body if they get too close,” she said, dead ass serious. I just laughed at her mean ass and put her down and we finished taking our shower. After that, I dried myself off and then my wife, and I threw on some boxers while my wife just threw on one of my tanks tops. We climbed in bed together and I pulled her close to me.

  “Goodnight baby. I love you,” she cooed in my ear.

  “Goodnight Mrs. Brown. I love you too,” I said and then took my ass to sleep. Good pussy will make you knock out real quick.

  The next morning my wife woke up with a bad hangover. I couldn’t even tell her ass was drunk last night but then again she did say that crazy shit about me fuckin’ around last night after we finished fuckin’ but I just thought her ass was high off the dick. I hated when Lani did that shit because she never drinks; only when her girls come over and knowing them they got my wife to drink all type of shit. Lani tapped on my shoulder and said, “Baby can you please go in the medicine cabinet and get me something for my head?” I just looked at her and shook my head because my girl looked like she had a long night. I kissed her on the lips and brought her back a cup of water with two aspirins. “Thank you baby,” Lani replied as she sat up in the bed.

  When she finished I took the cup from her and asked her what her and her girls did last night. She let me know that they watched movies, played Truth or Dare, drank, gossiped, and drank again, which is why she woke up with a damn hangover.

  “So baby you gonna go to work today?” I asked Lani once she got out the bed.

  “Yeah I’ma go. I’m already late. It’s 12:00 p.m. now and I told the girl I could start her hair at 12:30,” Lani replied as she hopped in the shower. I just shook my head at my wife because no matter what, her ass was always late for her appointments. My wife owned her own hair salon called “Bangs.” Her friends Tisha, Tamika, and Kyla worked there as well. Even though I’m always messing with her girls, one thing for sure; they can do some hair.

  Chapter 3: Ka’lani

  Here it was 1 p.m. and I was late for my 12:30 appointment. I was mad at myself for allowing myself to get white girl wasted last night when I knew damn well I had work to go to the next day. And Ty didn’t make it any better by coming in the house and fuckin’ the shit out of me like that. Anyways, I decided to wear my orange and white tie-dye True Religion shorts with the orange True shirt to match. I wore my hair flat ironed, parted down the middle, and flowing down my back with my cute orange sandals that I’d just bought last week from Steve Madden.

  As I was searching through my closet to see which purse I wanted to wear, Ty came barging in the room yelling,” Where you think you going with them little ass shorts on?”

  “I’m going to work, now move because I’m already late,” I yelled as I shoved him out of the way.

  He grabbed me around my waist and said, “G shit Lani, take those shorts off now.” I looked at my husband and put a sad face on so hopefully he would let me keep them on. I mean damn, I paid $300 for them damn shorts. He came up to me and kissed me on the lips and said, “Lani baby I didn’t mean to yell at you but I hate the way them niggas look at you when you wear shorts, so bae just throw on something different. Wear the True Religion jeans I bought you last week.” I told my husband okay as I changed into something different.

  I made my way downstairs to see my girls in the kitchen drinking coffee. “Y’all bitches just now getting up?” I said as I got an apple from the fruit bowl in the kitchen.

  Tisha spoke first and said, “Yeah that Cîroc ain’t no joke.” Everybody busted out laughing at her silly ass.

  Tamika looked at my outfit and said, “You look cute Lani, but why you didn’t wear the shorts that you just bought the other day?”

  “Because I told her to take them the fuck off,” Ty said as
he came in the kitchen and smacked me on the ass. All my girls burst out laughing because they knew how overprotective Ty was over me.

  “That’s not funny,” I told them as I grabbed my purse to leave. “Are y’all bitches coming in the shop today or no?” I asked as we all stood outside getting ready to leave in our separate directions.

  “Yes, we’ll be there,” my girls said, getting into their vehicles.

  “Alright bae, I love you and be safe. I’ll be there later to bring you lunch. What you want today?” Tyrone said as he helped me climb up in my car.

  I kissed him and just said, “I love you too and it doesn’t matter baby. Just bring me back something.”

  Walking into Bangs, I just knew today was going to be a busy and hectic day. As soon as I walked in I spotted my 12:30 appointment Britney sitting there waiting for me. “Hey girl,” I said as I told her to come take a seat in my chair. “I’m sorry for running late. I was up drinking last night with crazy ass Tamika, Tisha, and Kyra.”

  “That’s okay girl, I just got here not too long ago,” Britney told me as she passed me her three packs of ‘20, ‘22, and ‘24-inch Saga Remy Yaki hair. I don’t know why Britney chose to put weave in her hair when her hair is just as long as mine.

  “So, what you getting today Brit?” I asked as I put the cape over her so that I could get started.

  “I want to try something different. Since I always get the part down the middle, let me get a Chinese bang this time,” Britney said as she showed me the picture in her iPhone of how she wanted her hair. I love Chinese bangs, especially when they are done the right way. I hate to see girls walking around with the uneven bang. Somebody should kick whoever ass fucked up their hair like that.

  As I was finishing putting the last few braids in Britney’s hair so that I could start the sew in, in walked my three bitches Tisha, Tamika, and Kyra. Even when my girls and I come to work we still dress to impress. Kyra was sporting her pink and white Adidas sweat suit with the shoes to match. She had her hair up in a high white girl ponytail with the big earrings like New-New had on in ATL. Tamika had on a pretty ass blue and gold Versace sundress with the gold sandals to match. I had the same dress but in pink. My girl Tisha was wearing a long black maxi dress with her whole back out and her hair was in a tight bun to show off her pretty face.

  “Y’all finally made it I see, with y’all late asses,” I said as my girls came over to me to give me a hug. My girls started laughing as they headed to their stations to get started with their appointments. An hour later I was finally finished with Britney’s hair and she was looking like that bitch. After her I started on my girl Sky, who just wanted a natural wrap with her real hair.

  Things around the shop were going pretty good when these two ugly bitches came in mean mugging the hell out of me in my place of business. I’ve been running this salon for the past three years and I had never seen these bitches a day in my life. One of my stylists, Peaches, with his gay self walked over in whispered in my ear, “Lani, you know them girls? Because they looking at you like they got beef!” I shook my head and told Peaches I’ve never seen these bitches a day in my life.

  Both girls walked over to me while I was holding the curling iron in my hand. “Let these bitches start acting stupid and I’ma burn both of their asses,” I said to myself as I prepared myself for whatever was coming my way. One of the girls spoke up first. She reminded me of Li’l Kim, in her younger days. She had the mole on her top lip and everything.

  “Where Tyrone at?” she asked me as she rubbed her hand on her stomach. I had to calm myself down because who was this off-brand bitch coming into my salon asking about my husband’s whereabouts? I looked at the ratchet bitch, rolled my eyes, and said, “ It’s going on 4 o’clock, so he’s probably on his way over with my lunch to make sure his wife eats.” I said wife with much emphasis and I made sure to show her the big rock on my finger as I flipped my right hand over my shoulder. The bitch had the nerve to tell me to tell my husband to call her because it was very important. It took almost everybody in that bitch to get me off of her. Just that quick I punched her ass right in the mouth and my girls came over to put in work on her friend as I handled Li’l Kim.

  Chapter 4: Tyrone

  I've done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle. We came straight from the bottom, to the top, my lifestyle. I was blasting Young Thug’s “Lifestyle” as I was cruising through Miami in my all black Ferrari F430 Spider. I was on my way to drop off my wife’s lunch before she started calling me telling me to hurry my ass up. I decided to go to this new spot called Finga Licking out in North Miami. All the celebrities go there, from Trina to Rick Ross and the whole Young Money crew. I got Lani the fried lobster, shrimp, and seafood rice. Her ass better eat it all too because she been talking about going there for the past few weeks.

  As I was pulling up to the salon, it looked like there was a lot of commotion going on inside. I was shocked because Lani always has this place in check. From what I could see it looked like they were in there fighting. When I walked inside I saw my wife on top of Ashley, this ho I use to mess around with. Lani was beating the hell out of that bitch. After standing there for a few seconds, I rushed over to pick my wife up from off the floor.

  “Ty you just gon’ let her beat the mother of your child like that?” Ashley said as she held her nose because of the bleeding.

  “Mother of my child? What the fuck you talking about bitch?” I said as I put Lani back down.

  “So you got this ho pregnant?” Lani said as she hauled off and slapped the shit out of me. I had to control her because them little hands hitting me in my face was starting to hurt.

  “Man Ka’lani you can’t believe this bird,” I said as I pointed at Ashley. Before I knew it Ashley reached in her purse and threw a pregnancy test with two double lines at me.

  “Calm yo ass down,” I said to Lani as we came inside her office towards the back of the shop so that we could have some privacy. At this point my wife was fired up. She was walking around her office mumbling some shit that I couldn’t even understand. I gave her a few minutes to cool down before I started telling her what was up.

  “Baby I swear I haven’t messed with that girl in like fuckin’ two years now. I saw her the other day when I was coming from out the mall and she spoke to me and I ignored her simple ass. You told me that if I cheat on you again you would leave me. Do you really think I would put that bitch before my wife? Come on now baby. I swear on my mama that bitch is lying,” I said as I pulled my wife over to where I was so that she could sit on my lap.

  Lani stared at me with those big doll eyes trying to see if I was lying or not. I continued my story saying, “She probably felt some type of way when she spoke to me and I kept it moving but baby I promise, I haven’t talked to that girl in two years, let alone touched her, so how the hell she gon’ be pregnant by me?” I said as I wiped the tears from my wife’s eyes.

  “Okay but baby you need to keep your bitches in check. I don’t appreciate these hos coming into my salon starting shit,” Lani said as she got up from my lap to walk inside the restroom in her office to wash her face. Two minutes later my wife came back inside looking good as hell in those tight ass True Religion jeans.

  “So where’s my food? I’m hungry as hell,” she whined as she gave me a kiss on the lips.

  “Aww baby I totally forgot to get you something,” I joked with my wife and she looked as if she was about to cry. “I’m just playing bae. I got you some food from Finga Licking. Let me go run to the car and get it,” I told her as I stood up to leave.

  Chapter 5: Ashley

  “Did you see the look on that bitch face when I hollered out mother of your child?” I said to my girl Keisha as we walked back to my car laughing. At the end of the day, I still got my ass beat messing with that girl but I gotta admit that shit was funny as hell. Just so y’all know, hell no I’m not pregnant! I just did that shit to piss Tyrone’s ass off. I saw his sexy ass the other
day coming from the mall looking good as hell in his gray Nike sweat pants sagging off his ass with a V-neck and some crispy Air Force Ones looking fresh out the box. I was standing in the parking lot waiting for Keisha’s ass to come so we could leave when I saw Ty. I said hey to him and reached out to try and hug him when he shoved my ass so hard that I almost fell and then he said, “Don’t touch me bitch,” with disgust dripping off of every word. I tried to play it off until I heard Keisha’s loud mouth ass laughing like we were at a damn Kevin Hart show.

  I was shocked at the way that Tyrone treated me and the fact that he dissed me in front of my girl didn’t sit too well with me so I was gonna make his ass feel how it felt that day I stood in that parking looking stupid. You see me and Tyrone use to mess around all the time back in the day but he always made it clear to me that he had a girl at home and that I could never compete with her. He let me know from the gate not to catch feelings. But what did my stupid ass do? Yep, a bitch caught feelings for his ass. I think I actually loved that man. I would do anything he asked me to and for what? I knew for a fact Tyrone didn’t love me. He never even kissed me or gave me any signs that he even liked me.

  Tyrone and I met about four years ago at King of Diamonds when I was on stage dancing. Yes, I’m a stripper! A damn good one at that. He saw me dancing that night and the whole time I was on stage he was burning a hole through me with his eyes so I had to go over there and get to know him a little better. One thing led to another and we would mess around ever since. You see, I was only convenient to Tyrone when he needed me to be. Whenever him and his girl would go through their bullshit ass problems he would come right to me. After he got what he wanted, he was done with me and I would just have to wait for whenever he felt like meeting up again. One rule Tyrone always told me was, “Don’t call me. I’ll call you.”