“Hey everybody,” Tisha said when she got closer to us.
“Hey Tisha,” everybody sang, except me. I was about to get into this bitch’s ass.
“Bitch you ain’t shit,” I told her, laughing.
“Lani man, you called at a bad time. I was in no position to pick the phone up, literally,” she said, laughing. That’s when I noticed all the damn hickies on her damn neck. Tisha was so light-skinned those shits was visible as hell.
“Don’t be mad at me sis,” she said.
I didn’t respond, I just stood there and finished doing my client’s hair. Tisha pulled me in and kept kissing my cheek saying she was sorry.
“Bitch move, you so gay,” I yelled, laughing at her crazy ass.
“Only for you baby,” she said, joking.
“Alright y’all cut that out,” Tamika said from her station.
“Aww you jealous? Tisha asked her, laughing.
“Not at all,” said Tamika.
That was just the way Tisha and I were. Even though she was my best friend, I considered her to be my sister. I watched as Tisha walked to my office with a slight limp. I don’t know what the hell O just did to her a few hours ago but the bitch could barely walk.
It was now 2 p.m. and I was on my last head until my next appointment at 4:30, so I decided to call my husband so he could bring me lunch.
“What’s up Tiny?” he answered, calling me by my nickname.
“Baby where you at? I’m hungry,” I told him as I flat ironed my client’s hair.
“I’m at the club making sure everything is good for tonight,” he told me and I could hear a lot of noise in the background.
“Well can you bring me something to eat please?” I asked him.
“Yeah bae, what you want?”
“I want some snappers, the conch, shrimp, and fries, with a sprite and a slice of the vanilla cake,” I told him.
“Alright baby, I’ll be there in about 45 minutes,” he assured me.
“Okay baby, I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said, ending the call.
I finished up my last head and walked to my office to sit down for a minute and wait for my food. I ended up turning the TV on in there and watched a little bit of Bad Girls Club. I don’t even know why I put the shit on. I hated that ratchet ass show.
Thirty minutes later, my husband walked into my office holding my food in his hands. I was so happy to see him because I was starving. He walked over to me, set the food down at my desk, and lifted me out of the chair. He sat down at the chair I was just in and placed me on his lap.
“Thank you baby,” I said, kissing his lips.
“Anything for my queen. Now I want to see your so-called hungry ass eat all of this,” he told me, pointing at all my food.
“I will, but baby guess what happened not too long ago?” I asked, turning around on his lap so that I could look into his face.
“What happened?” he asked, putting one of my shrimp into his mouth.
“Well I was doing Shay’s hair and she told me how your girl Ashley been talking shit, saying she gon’ beat my ass and that she gonna take you from me,” I told him.
“First off, that ain’t my girl; never was never will be. Second off, I dare that bitch to attempt to touch you and I’ll send her ass right back to her maker,” Ty told me.
“Baby that bitch really got me fucked up. It’s like what’s her beef with me? It should be your ass that she mad with! You the one fucked the bitch! Not me!” I said, getting pissed off.
“Calm down Lani, damn. Don’t let his bitch get you worked up for nothing,” he told me.
I heard a knock at my door and I knew it had to be one of my girls because nobody else comes to the back when they know I’m back there with my husband.
“Come in,” I said.
Just like I thought, it was Tisha’s ass standing there.
“Really Ty? You couldn’t bring me some food too?” Tisha asked, pouting.
“Sorry sis, but O told me he was going to bring you lunch,” Ty told her.
I always loved the relationship that Tisha and my husband shared. Out of all my friends, Ty said he liked Tisha the most because she acted just like me.
“Well in the meantime, I’ll just help you eat yours ‘cause I know you won’t eat it all,” Tisha said making herself comfortable in one of the chairs.
“Tisha did you see your damn neck when you left the house man?” Ty asked her, laughing, looking at the many passion marks on her neck and chest.
“Yes nigga, is there a problem?” she asked him with a mouth full of food.
“No problem sis,” he told her, patting my ass so he could go.
“Alright baby, I’m bout to head back to the club, I’ll see you later,” he said, kissing me on the lips.
“Bye ugly,” he told Tisha, mushing her in the head.
“Bye Ty,” she said, still eating my food.
“And bitch I didn’t even see your cheek when you came in here,” I said, pulling her face closer so I could see it once Ty left out of my office.
“O did that last night when I got home. That man was so mad at me,” she said.
“Girl what? What did he do?” I asked, cracking up.
“Bitch he asked me where I was and I lied at first saying I was with y’all getting drinks. He knew I was lying because of what I was wearing. So I told him what we really did. When he started walking towards me, I just I knew he was gon’ hit me. This man pushed me into the wall and was biting the hell out of my cheek. Man I was boo-hoo crying. That shit hurt so bad,” she said, looking dead serious.
I couldn’t control my laughter. Tisha was stupid ass fuck for that one. We kept telling her ass in the car that O was gonna fuck her up but she didn’t listen to us.
“So what happened next?” I asked her.
“Lani man, I was on that floor crying like a big ass baby. Eventually I guess he felt bad for doing me like that, so he picked me up and sat me on the counter. He started telling me that I don’t be listening to his ass and that I’m hardheaded. Bitch all the while I was still crying,” she said. putting a fry in her mouth.
“So that man bit the shit out of your cheek and you still gave him some this morning? And bitch I know because your dumb ass answered the phone by accident,” I told her.
Tisha was cracking the fuck up like I just said a damn joke or something. After she stopped she said, “So you heard us?”
“Yeah but when I realized what was going on I hung up,” I told her.
“Man sis, I had to give that man some. O knows that I hate when he puts hickies on my neck but I didn’t even say shit when he put them this morning because I didn’t want him to bite the shit out of my ass again,” she said, laughing.
“Bitch you stupid and it don’t make no sense to be that damn loud either. That nigga sounded like he was killing you,” I told her.
“Bitch that’s ‘cause he was,” she said, laughing.
I couldn’t do nothing but laugh at Tisha. She was a true comic. We sat in the office talking for a few more minutes before we headed back into the front to finish the rest of the day out.
Marshae
I woke up the next morning with an excruciating headache. I looked and felt like shit. I went into the bathroom that was in my bedroom and took a moment to just stare at my reflection. My beautiful caramel skin was covered with bruises. I had scratches on my neck from when Otis choked me and threw me into the wall. Both of my eyes were black, my top lip was busted, and my side was killing me. I couldn’t believe that Tisha bitch came to my house and jumped me. Yes, I knew the bitch was going to be out for revenge but damn, I didn’t think it would be so soon. How did the bitch even know where the hell I stayed?
I couldn’t lie though, that bitch was pretty as hell. She reminded me of Charlie Baltimore, especially since her hair is fire red like hers as well. Otis and I use to mess around but we stopped like a few months ago. I was never his girl; just his fuck buddy. I k
new he didn’t love me but for some reason I loved that man. A few weeks ago when I saw him and his bitch leaving out of Red Lobster I instantly got pissed off. I got out of my car demanding to know who the fuck she was, like I was his girl or something. Her ass was talking real reckless because he was holding her back. Eventually, she found a way to get out of his grip and she came charging towards me. I’m not going to lie, yes that bitch beat my ass that day, which is why I called my girls up, so we could jump her ass.
I knew exactly where that bitch worked. My girl Ronda goes to the salon she works at so I was able to follow her ass last night. I was in the car with my girls big Lexi, Kim, and Bria. We watched when the bitch left the shop and walked over to her car like shit was sweet. We followed her and then eventually she turned into Pembroke Lakes Mall. When she got out the car, we posted up on her all-white Range Rover. We sat there for like fifteen minutes until the bitch came back holding food in her hands. She walked over to us talking all this shit with her little ass. As soon she opened up her mouth to say Otis tatted her name, I instantly got mad and punched the bitch right in her face. She started beating my ass and that’s when Lexi picked her up and threw her on the ground. We started stomping the shit out of her. That’s when mall security came and we hauled ass.
When I got home that night, I wasn’t expecting for her to come back with revenge. I can’t lie; all the bitches she had with her were bad as fuck. But them hos kicked my ass for real. I’m going to give her that one though. I’ma let her think shit is sweet but when she least expects it that’s when I’m going to be at her throat.
Chapter 16: Otis
Tonight was going to be a big night at Club Luxury. We were celebrating our two-year anniversary of having the club. This shit started out as a dream for Ty, and I was still in the game at the time. Who would’ve thought that I would stop hustling and open up my very own club with my main man? I stood there at the front entrance in awe as I watched my workers set everything up for tonight. I couldn’t believe that we’d been in business for two years and we were making a shit load of money too. I saw my phone vibrate in my pocket and I looked at the screen. It was Tisha.
“Hey baby,” she cooed into the phone.
“What’s up bae? How is work?” I asked her.
“It’s good. I was just calling to let you know that you don’t have to bring me lunch because I ate already,” she let me know.
“Alright bae, so you good?” I asked her.
“Yes baby and one more thing,” she said.
“What’s up? I asked. I was pretty sure she was getting ready to ask me some shit that I was probably going to say no to in the end.
“Umm bae since tonight is the two-year anniversary at the club, I was wondering if I could come with you,” she said.
I thought about it. I wouldn’t mind bringing my girl out with me, showing her off to everybody. Then I thought about earlier when Ty told me that he was going to bring Lani, so I guess it was okay.
“Okay Tisha, that’s cool. Just be home by 7 because I want to leave the house around 9 and you know you take forever to get dressed,” I told her.
“Okay baby, I’ll be ready and I love you,” she said sexily.
“I love you more.”
After I got off the phone with my woman, I walked around giving each of the workers specific instructions on how I wanted everything set up. I stayed for another ten minutes then I was out of the door. I drove out to Bal Harbour to find me something to wear tonight. I decided on a navy blue Armani suit with a black Armani dress shirt underneath. To complement the outfit, I brought a pair of black Christian Louboutin dress shoes as well. Even though Tisha had a closet full of shit at my house, I brought her something to so she could match what I had on tonight.
I walked into Saks Fifth Avenue and got Tisha a navy blue bandage dress with a pair of black Louboutin heels to match. I walked out of the mall and it was going on 6 p.m. After I laid everything in the back seat, I was headed to the barbershop out in the hood. I got my mustache trimmed, fixed my tape, and had my waves looking real nice.
When I pulled up to the house, I saw that Tisha’s car was already there. I opened the door and got out. I had a lot of shit to bring back in the house so I opened the front door of the house and told Tisha to help me bring this shit inside.
“Baby that stuff is going to be too heavy and plus it’s hot out there,” she said, standing at the front door.
See how spoiled her ass was? I knew she was gonna say that too so all I could do was laugh. She stood there at the door watching me do all the work and had the nerve to scrunch up her face like she was hot. When I brought everything inside, I slapped her on the ass real hard and said, “See, that’s that shit I was talking about last night with you not listening.”
“Baby please. it was hot out there. What did you buy me?” she squealed when she saw the shopping bags from Saks.
“Nothing at all,” I said, taking the bag from her.
“Come on O, stop playing,” she pouted.
“Here, with your spoiled ass.” I handed her over the bag.
“Oh my God baby, this dress is everything. And these shoes,” she said, admiring the dress.
“Thank you baby,” she said, kissing me all over my face.
“You’re welcome. Now go start getting ready,” I told her.
I sat downstairs in the den for a while watching TV until I decided to head upstairs to start getting ready for the night. I was happy about bringing my girl out with me to show her fine ass off. I ran up the stairs taking two at a time and walked inside of my bedroom to find Tisha standing there with the towel wrapped around her. I took the time to just actually admire her beauty. Then my eyes fell to her neck and chest and I saw the many passion marks that I left on her from this morning.
“Why you staring at me like that baby?” Tisha asked. walking towards me.
“Because you’re so damn beautiful,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.
“Thank you baby.”
I went inside the bathroom to take me a shower. A few minutes later, Tisha came in the bathroom as well to start on her hair and makeup. When I got out, she was still in there, so I walked into the bedroom to start getting dressed. When I was finished I just sat on the bed so that Tisha could finish getting ready. She walked out the bathroom and saw me sitting on the bed.
“Baby you look so fine,” she said, standing there admiring me.
“Thanks Tisha, now hurry and get dressed so we won’t be late,” I said.
She threw off her towel and laid it on the bed. She had on a matching bra and panties set from Victoria’s Secret. My girl’s body was amazing. I noticed the gap that she had between her legs too. She turned around to go get her dress that she hung up on the closet door and I noticed that her booty had gotten a little bigger. I smiled because that meant I was doing my damn job.
After another thirty minutes we were outside heading towards my car. I chose to drive the Camaro for the night. We got in the car and I turned the radio on and listened to Ca$h Out’s “She Twerkin.” Tisha started doing a little dance in her seat. I looked at her laughing and shook my head at her funny ass. We pulled up to the club at exactly 10:00 p.m. I gave valet my keys and went around to help my lady out of the car. We walked in looking like royalty. All eyes were on us. I had to congratulate my staff. They had the place decked out real nice. When we stepped in V.I.P. I spotted my niggas and Tisha spotted her girls.
“Baby I’m going to go over there with Lani and them,” she told me.
“Alright baby,” I said, pulling her into me for a kiss.
I stood there and slobbed my girl down, grabbing her ass in the process. She had her hands on my ear and was moaning the entire time. I slapped her ass one final time and she walked off.
Chapter 17: Tisha
As soon as my baby and I stepped foot inside of the club, all eyes were on us. I had to admit, the decorations and the vibe of the club were so nice tonight. When we got into V.I.P., I
spotted Lani, Tamika, and Kyla all sitting at a round table turning the fuck up. I had to make my way over there because I couldn’t let them start the turn up without me.
“Hey bitches,” I yelled once I approached them.
“What’s up Tisha?” they all said, giving me big hugs.
All my friends were looking bad as hell tonight. Lani had on a pretty ass white Chanel dress with her white and gold Giuseppe Zanotti pumps. Her hair was in a pretty ass side roller set. Tamika had on a tight ass pair of True Religion jeans and a red silk shirt that had her entire back out, with these red and blue Steve Madden pumps. Kyla was wearing a pretty blue high-waisted skirt with a white half shirt and her Giuseppe heels as well. Point blank period, we were the baddest bitches there tonight.
“What y’all drinking on?” I asked my girls.
“Some Nuvo. Here, get some,” Lani said, passing me the bottle.
Come on I need a bad bitch
Come on if you a bad bitch
All of a sudden the D.J. started playing Webbie’s “Bad Bitch” and my girls and I headed to the dance floor. We were dancing all over each other and flipping our hair too. All of a sudden I felt somebody start dancing behind me. I turned around smiling because I thought it was Otis. Everybody in this club saw me walk in there with him so I didn’t think anybody would have the balls to try and dance with me. When I turned around, it was my ex, Mike.
“Nigga what the fuck are you doing?” I asked, pissed off.
“Damn Tisha, you looking bad ass fuck and your ass looking real nice in that dress,” he slurred and he slapped me hard on my ass and touched my breasts.
Immediately I got pissed off and I slapped the dog shit out of him. He looked at me in shock and that’s when he choked me. My girls, sensing what was going on, started prying at his fingers so he could let my neck go. Eventually he let me go when he noticed that I was about to pass out.
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