SHAN
I had just sat down at my computer when my doorbell rang. I shoved away from the desk to see who was at my door. I almost died when I saw Briggen standing there with my baby. When my baby saw that it was his mommy under all this dyed red hair, he started bouncing up and down, squirming to get out of his daddy’s arms.
“Anthony! Look at you!” I cooed as I took him out of his arms and started raining kisses all over his face. “Mommy’s booga bear is getting so big. I miss you.” I turned my back to Briggen as he came in and shut the door. Then it dawned on me that I didn’t tell this nigga where I lived. I turned and asked him, “How did you find me?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he snapped, as his eyes darted all around my new condo. I didn’t have much furniture, but it was still nice. “What did you do to your hair?” he had the nerve to ask me.
“Don’t worry about it.”
BRIGGEN
Her hair was bright red as if she was on some Nicki Minaj, Lil’ Kim shit. She had on red stilettos, a black miniskirt and a black top hugging her big belly. I couldn’t believe what I was staring at. Anthony started crying.
“Is he hungry?” She began examining all over our son’s body as if he she was looking for signs of abuse or some shit.
“No. It’s his nap time. We’ve been out all morning.”
“Let me take him to his room and lay him down.”
I followed her upstairs into Anthony’s bedroom where she laid him down onto his bed. It wasn’t decorated yet, but it had all of his things from the last house. As she tended to our son I took the opportunity to do a walk-through of her hideaway. The first stop was, naturally, the bedroom. I swore that if I saw any signs of any nigga’s shit other than mine in there I was going to put my foot all up in her ass. But there was no sign of any man’s gear… not even mine. The bitch obviously left my shit at the other house.
I then went to the other bedroom which had nothing but new clothes spread all around. I inspected the hall bathroom and went downstairs into the kitchen. I opened the door to the backyard, looked out and stepped out onto her patio. I stayed there until she finally came downstairs.
“He was sleepy. Thanks for bringing him by. But seriously, how did you find me? I told no one where I was, not even Keeta.”
I remained standing on the patio with my back to her.
“Briggen, I asked you a question!”
“I’ma ask you some questions. Where’s my shit? You left all of my shit at the other house?” I turned around and faced her, “Why are you so worried about how I found you? You got more shit to hide?” I waited for a response. “And how are you going to just up and move and not tell me? Look at your hair. And why are you walking around the house dressed in stilettos and shit like you on TV? When was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror?”
“I am not your child, Briggen, or any of them other bitches you got cast under your spell. Remember, it was your secret lifestyle that caused our home to get shot up. You should be glad I left when I did. And how are you going to leave my child with Mia? She said you were gone for days and you didn’t even check on him.”
“Where was his mother? Where were you, Shan? Let me answer that. My son’s mama was out running the streets, shopping, throwing parties and robbing dope dealers. You like your new lifestyle, don’t you? You done turned into Miss Real Housewife of the Streets all of a sudden. You need to come back down to earth. You have a baby, you’re pregnant and you’re not street-smart. Those streets are going to kill you, Shan.”
“Don’t be leaving my son with strangers, Briggen.”
“Then you keep him. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with that head of yours. I’m out of here.”
“I have a show tomorrow night. You have to take Anthony with you.” She was following me to the front door.
“No, you got so much mouth. You keep him, since you are so worried about who I’m leaving him with.” She grabbed my arm, and I pushed her back. She came at me swinging.
“I hate you!” she screamed.
I was ducking her blows until I grabbed both of her arms and held them behind her back.
SHAN
“What in the hell has gotten into you?” my husband screamed in my face. “What did I do to you? Not a damn thing,” he ranted, and he was right, for the most part. He held my arms behind my back. I was trying to break loose. I had to go get Anthony. He was not leaving this house without taking him. I had a show to promote.
“I’m not turning you loose until you tell me what your problem is. I will admit you into the mental hospital if you don’t tell me something that makes sense.”
By the tone in his voice I could tell he was worried about me. And right then I broke down and started crying. “I’m not crazy, Briggen. Is that what you think? I have to be crazy to get your attention? That’s why I hate you.”
“Why do you hate me, Shan? You are not making any damn sense.”
“Because.”
“Because what? You got my full attention, talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk. Let me go.”
“Not until you tell me why you hate me. Because I damn sure don’t hate you. I love you more than anything.”
“No, you don’t, Briggen, and you know it. Don’t insult me like that.”
“Yes, I do. And you know it. Why do you think I tried my best to give up everything for you? The hustle, the bitches…”
“Don’t even try it!” I screamed. I didn’t want to hear that.
“That’s why you acting like I have to take some of the responsibility because you know it’s true.” He kissed me on the neck.
“Don’t kiss me like that.”
“Like what?” He tried kissing me again. “Like this?” He kissed and sucked on my neck and just like that, my dumb ass was beginning to melt.
“Stop it.” He let my arms go, and I used the opportunity to push him away. He grabbed me, walking me to the couch. “Get off of me! Stop it! You lied to me!”
I kicked his leg, broke away and headed for the stairs.
“Shan!” I heard him yell, then he was right behind me. I don’t know why I was trying to get away from him. I ran the best I could in stilettos. When I reached the top of the stairs I ran right into my bedroom, out of breath and damn near lost my balance. I tried to close the door, but he pushed it open so hard, I almost hit the floor.
“Briggen! What are you doing? Stop it.” He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed and got on top of me. “You’re messing up my clothes, mooove… Brig! I have clients to go meet.” I squirmed under him.
“Be still. I’m getting me some of this pussy today.”
“I don’t think so! You better go fuck the ho you just left.”
“Uh-uh. I want to fuck this ho right here.” His hot breath met my neck as his soft lips followed. He was wearing me down.
“I’m not a ho! You are the ho.” He had my legs open and his dick out. There was nothing else needed to be said. The next thing I heard was my panties ripping. I squirmed a little bit, and then welcomed him inside me. “Daddy,” I moaned, enjoying his deep strokes.
“What? Didn’t I tell you I was going to fuck you today?” he asked as his dick slipped in and out of my wetness.
I didn’t respond. I closed my eyes. As the sounds of our moans filled the room, I was overcome by the emotions of both love and hate.
“I miss this pussy,” he whispered between the soft kisses he was placing on my lips.
“I miss this dick. I still hate you though,” I responded while sucking his lips.
“Why?” He plunged deeper.
“Ahhh… Because I still love you.” At that moment I was like, fuck it! His dick was speaking loud and clear, and my pussy was listening.
“Brig—oh shit! I still love you,” I told him again.
“Of course you do.”
Bastard.
CHAPTER TWENTY
DARK
Sharia had called me over to her crib t
o share some news with me. She told me this was definitely something that she had to tell me face-to-face.
“Aiight. You got me here, so what’s up?”
“Nigga, please. Don’t act like I just want you here to be all up in your face. Sit down.” She pushed me onto the sofa. “That number you gave me to look up? The Joy girl? She is Cisco’s wife of seven years. I knew something was strange about that nigga, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. That nigga lived a double life.” She hit her palm with her fist, pacing back and forth.
“Seven years?” I blurted.
“Seven, cousin. But that ain’t the clincher. The bitch works for a Congressman Duffy. So if she wants to make trouble, she can. And from the way you said she sounded, she probably already started.”
“Man, fuck that bitch! I’m the one who can make trouble,” I reminded Sharia.
“Cuz, listen to me. That nigga Cisco kept a list and she has it.”
“What kind of list?”
“Nigga, you know damn well what kind of list, and if she has it, that shit could get in the wrong hands. My gut is telling me that we can’t take this bitch lightly.” It was obvious this new bitch had Sharia shook, but I wasn’t beat.
“Maaan, fuck that bitch and her list! Shit, I got a list too, and she on it. And from what I see, her name is coming up next,” I said, then smiled.
“Look, you do what you got to do. I told you, so my hands are clean. This shit ain’t no game, Dark.” She looked at me with concern in her eyes. “I’ma catch up with you later. I have an errand to run so make sure you lock up before you leave out.”
She left me sitting there looking at the walls and listening to my thoughts. I had several loose ends to tie up before I met with The Consortium. But one thing I was sure about: the shit she just revealed confirmed that all my shit was coming together.
SHAN
I was so excited. Tonight was going to be another huge success to add to the entertainment portion of my résumé. It was Halloween, and I had rented this mansion outside of the city. It was supposed to be a Halloween costume bash but it looked more like a Pimp-of-the-Year contest. So many niggas came dressed as pimps, and bitches came dressed as hoes. Where was the originality? I mean, after all, it was 2011. Pimps didn’t even dress like that anymore. Standing at the front door, I saw several Nefertitis and there was a Little Bo Peep. I mean, who wants to dress up like a sheepherder? Speaking of which, I saw an Italian couple dressed like Snooki and Pauly D from the Jersey Shore, Otis the security guard from Martin, Hoda, Spider-Man, Steve Jobs, Kanye West, Jay-Z and Lil Wayne. There were twenty niggas dressed like The Mack, Lady Gaga, Prince, the Dali Lama and about five Foxy Browns, four Nicki Minajs and for myself, I kept it simple. I was a Catholic schoolgirl, with two pigtails, barrettes, and Mary Janes. My main concern was that everybody looked as if they were having a good time. Local TV and several magazines were present, snapping pictures and conducting a few interviews. I was in my moment, that was until I saw Briggen and Mia heading up the walkway without wearing costumes. The smile I had been wearing up to that point instantly dropped from my face. My nostrils flared as hot flashes surged through my body. I started to say something, but instead, I turned and disappeared into the house real quick.
BRIGGEN
I was surprised when Mia and I pulled up in front of this haunted mansion. There was valet parking, and cars were everywhere. As I stepped over dead bodies to get to the front door, I saw that the spot was packed. I couldn’t front. I was somewhat impressed.
“Damn, baby, she is serious about this party stuff,” Mia said.
I spotted Shan standing there with a big smile plastered on her face. But when she saw me and Mia, she frowned, turned and walked away.
“Mia, let me talk to Shan. We are not staying long, so don’t get lost,” I warned her.
I’m sure she saw the lust in my eyes. That’s why she gave me a look that would kill a nigga, but I didn’t give a fuck.
I headed to where I hoped Shan was going. When I spotted her, I was into her little Catholic schoolgirl persona. She wore the short skirt, little socks, patent leather Mary Jane shoes and two cute and sexy little curly pigtails. I was turned on.
“Shan! Shan!” I called her. When she turned around I saw her breasts threatening to burst out of the blouse she had on. Her two red pigtails with red ribbons tied around them swung as her head snapped back. She waved me off and kept on walking. I followed her through the crowd and into the kitchen. Then I grabbed her hand.
“Hey, young lady, what’s your name?” I asked her.
“What are you doing here with your bitch?” she asked dryly.
“Why are you giving me a hard time, as if we didn’t just fuck the other day? Plus, it’s a costume party, and I bought a ticket just like everybody else.”
“Then where is your costume?”
“I just came to check things out. I don’t need a costume for that,” I said as I massaged her hand.
“Mmmhmmm. What’s up, Briggen? I know you are not here to just check things out. So what’s up?” She was all skeptical and shit, but I ignored that and tried to get my mack on.
“They say that you little Catholic girls are fast. Look at you all pregnant and shit. You ever been out with a hustler before?”
She stood there looking me up and down as if she was trying to figure me out. Then she said, “Been there and done that. You see my belly, don’t you?” She played along pulling her hand away from mine as she grabbed a green lollipop out of the candy dish sitting on the kitchen counter. She unwrapped it, keeping her eyes on me and began to suck it seductively. “Now what can I do for you… Mr.? What did you say your name was?”
“The name is Mr. Thompson. And yours?”
“I’m Shan. Is that your girlfriend you were with?”
“Don’t worry about that. How old are you?”
“Don’t worry about that,” she shot back.
The way she made her lips wrap around that lollipop reminded me of how she sucked my dick. “Can I take you for a ride in my car?”
“Depends on what you’re driving. And why we gotta go for a ride? What do you want from me?”
“I’m driving an Aston. You ever rode in one of them before?”
“An Aston? That would make the girls at my school very, very jealous.”
“It sure would. So come on. Let me show it to you.” I grabbed her hand again, ready to take her to my ride to get my joint waxed.
“Slow down, playboy. I’m not that concerned with what you are driving. I’m more concerned with what you’re working with. If you ain’t working with the right size stick, I will be disappointed.”
I took her hand and guided it up and down my stick. “Is my stick big enough for you to handle?”
She wouldn’t turn it loose. “Yeah, I can call you Big Daddy. But damn, I don’t think I can make it to your ride.” She had that fuck-me-right-now look on her face that I knew so well. She grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. “Show me this Aston,” she teased.
“Hold up, Shorty. I need to make sure you are ready for me.” It was my turn to play hard. “You sure you can handle all of this?”
“What do you mean by that?” She pretended she didn’t know what I was referring to.
I placed my hand on her thigh and slid it up that short miniskirt she was wearing so well. To my surprise she didn’t have on any panties. “Oh, you are a fast one.” Her juices were already sticking to her thigh. I slid two fingers up in her pussy as she unzipped my pants. I took my fingers out and sat her on top of a stool. “Why the fuck you ain’t got no panties on?” Our game was over. I was done playing. I had an attitude, but my dick was still hard as hell, and I needed to get some relief.
“Because I knew Big Daddy was coming to see me,” she purred as she grabbed my dick and placed it at her hot wet opening.
“Bullshit, Shan.” Just as I plunged my dick up in her, Mia barged into the kitchen.
“Brig—”
“I
’ll be right there, Mia,” I snapped.
Shan wrapped her legs around my waist and started riding my dick.
Mia looked at me up in Shan’s pussy and lost it, “Fuck you, Briggen!” she screamed. “You and this bitch deserve each other! I hope your black ass got a ride home! I’m outta here.” She hawked and spit on the floor.
I wanted to give a fuck, but I couldn’t. Shan was fucking me only as Shan could do.
“Oooh, Big Daddy,” Shan moaned, as if Mia had not just thrown a temper tantrum. “I’m lovin’ what you working with.”
“Shan, answer me. Why the fuck you ain’t got no panties on? What nigga up in here were you planning on giving my pussy to?” I was still on that shit as I slid in and out of her pussy, fucking her harder.
“Nigga, please,” Shan mumbled. “We barely fucked twice in the last four or five months, and you gonna choose now to be on some macho bullshit? Shut up and fuck me!”
“You ain’t got no panties on, and your pussy was all wet. What the fuck am I supposed to think?” I was mad, but the pussy was feeling too good for me to pull out. Instead, I started fucking her faster.
“I don’t give a fuck what you think. Somebody was gonna fuck this pussy tonight, it just happened to be you.” At that moment Shan started cumming. I was so mad, I tried to pull out to keep her from enjoying herself, but her legs were locked around the back of my legs, and she had both hands squeezing my ass. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I was stuck there watching her facial expression as she skeeted all over my dick.
“What the fuck you mean, somebody was gonna fuck this pussy?” I asked all out of breath.
“Let me find out, my baby is jealous,” she said releasing me from her grip. “Shit, I needed that,” she said, continuing to ignore my bitching. Her blouse had popped open, and I couldn’t help but lean over and angrily suck her tits and bite at her nipples. The shit was good. I had forgotten what I was missing. What the fuck was I thinking? Pregnant pussy was the best.
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