A Miami Love Tale 3 : Thugs Need Luv Too (A Miami Love Tale : Thugs Need Luv Too)
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Chapter 13: Nae
I woke up the next morning to my phone ringing off the hook with the the biggest headache in the damn world. I had a bad ass hangover thanks to all those shots I kept taking to the head last night. I rolled over in the bed to get a look at the clock and that’s when I saw that it was 11:36 in the morning. Groaning, I sat up in the bed and looked at my phone to see that it was my husband calling me on FaceTime. Shit, if I answered the phone and Sin saw my face, he was going to know right off the bat that I was hungover and that I got white girl wasted last night. I couldn’t not answer the FaceTime call and just regularly call him because then he would become suspicious.
So, to avoid confrontation, I picked up the call and waited for his face to pop up on the screen. A few seconds later, I was met with the finest nigga on this earth staring right back at me, which was my husband. I looked at the way he licked his lips and all type of nasty thoughts came to my mind.
“Good morning baby. Happy birthday. A nigga miss your ass,” he said to me.
I blushed, trying to hide my excitement. “Thank you baby and I miss you too,” I said, lying down and propping my head on my hand and holding the phone with the other one.
“So what y’all got planned for today? Hopefully no damn drinking because looking at your ass right now, I can already tell your ass got fucked up last night,” he told me.
I looked at him with wide eyes. “Me? Get drunk? Baby you know I didn’t drink,” I said, lying through clenched teeth. I couldn’t lie to my husband though because his ass knew me too well and vice versa.
“Yeah whatever girl. You got a few minutes to spare?” he asked and I knew exactly what it was that he was talking about. But being as though I heard the girls downstairs making all that damn noise, I knew they were liable to bring their asses in my room soon and I didn’t want to get caught having phone sex with my man. Hell nah, that would be too embarrassing.
“Not right now bae, but I promise I got you tonight,” I assured him and I watched as his facial expression change. I wasn’t about to go there with Sincere so I changed the subject. “Where my baby at Sin?”
“She in the room. I let her stay home today. Hold on bae,” he told me. “Janiya come talk to your mama,” I heard my husband yell and a minute later, my daughter came prancing in the room and took the phone from her daddy.
“Hi Mommy. Happy birthday. When are you coming home because I miss you?” she asked me, batting those long eye lashes at me.
“I miss you too princess and I’ll be home Sunday, okay?” she nodded her head yes in response. “Why did Daddy let you stay home from school today?” I asked her.
“Because Daddy woke up late,” she said and then I heard Sincere in the background saying, “Don’t lie Niy. You were crying because you wanted your mama to take you to school,” he fussed and Janiya started laughing. I shook my head and these two.
“Janiya, be good for Daddy please and I promise when I get back, I’ll take you to get your nails and toes painted, okay?” I asked her.
“Okay Mommy, I’ll be good,” she said.
“Give me a kiss before you go,” I told her and she leaned into the screen, as did I, and we both kissed the screen. She passed Sincere back his iPad and left out the room.
“You good baby? You need some more money?” he asked me as soon and Niy left the room.
“Baby I’m good. Did you not see how much money you gave me?” I asked, referring to the stacks of money that he put in my suitcase. I didn’t even see that until I got situated in my room last night and started looking for my pajamas.
“Alright baby, I’m going to let you go now. If y’all going to leave, try not to leave until after one,” he told me. I don’t know what Sin was talking about but I nodded my head anyways.
“Okay baby, I love you,” I told him.
“I love you more,” he said and ended the call. I couldn’t help but think about why he would tell me not to leave until after one.
Today was my birthday, so it was all about me today. I laid in bed for a few more minutes, then headed to the bathroom right quick to take a shower and brush my teeth. After handling all of my hygiene, I unwrapped my hair and let it flow down my back, doing my signature part down the middle. After lotioning my body and spraying on my Candy Prada perfume, I went inside my luggage and put on my tight fitting, gray maxi dress from BCBG that had my breasts showing on the sides. You were able to see where I had my husband’s name tattooed on the side of my right breast. I looked at myself in the floor-length mirror and I looked damn good.
I headed downstairs and when I came into the kitchen, there were gifts wrapped up sitting on the counter in the kitchen.
“Happy birthday bitch!” all the girls ran to me saying. I smiled and thanked everybody.
After we finished hugging and stuff, Breesha got right to the point. “Took your ass forever, thought we was gon’ have to drag your ass out the bed,” she said. I started laughing and told them I was talking to my daughter and my husband on the phone. Looking around, I noticed that Tisha wasn’t in the room.
“Where Tisha ass at?” I asked them.
“She just went upstairs not too long ago. I don’t know what she did but Otis ass called her cussing her ass out” Imani told me. Oh Lord, what the hell did this girl do now? There was a knock at the door and I looked at the girls strangely.
“Y’all expecting somebody?” I asked and everybody shook their heads no. I went for the door with all the girls on my tail. When I opened the door, there was a young boy standing there. He looked to be no older than 18. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but he looked real familiar. There were about ten gift boxes wrapped up and he was carrying two big, long stem red rose bouquet along with a whole bunch of happy birthday balloons.
He handed me the card and on the front of it was written, “Happy birthday baby, love Sincere and Janiya.”
My eyes started watering because I didn’t expect Sincere to do something like this, mainly because he had already given me my gifts yesterday morning before I left. That’s why earlier when we were on the phone, he told me not to leave the house until after one. Hmm, he thought he was so smooth. I took the flowers from out of the boy’s hand and smelled them.
“Thank you. You can just sit the gifts right there,” I said, pointing to the open space that was in the foyer of the house. After he finished, I looked at him again. “Why do you look so familiar?” I asked him
“Oh you probably seen me before at the studio with Sin,” he said. He was a cute boy. He reminded me of the actor Jordan Calloway.
“Yeah that’s right. So my husband made you drive three hours to deliver these gifts?” I asked him.
“Yeah, that’s boss man, so it’s no pressure,” he said nonchalantly. Sincere already knew he couldn’t bring his ass up here and fuck up my weekend, that’s why he had somebody else do it for him.
“Well let me get you some cash, I mean you’re going to have to fill your gas tank up,” I said, about to head for the stairs but he stopped me.
“It’s cool. Boss man would beat my ass if I took some money from his wife. Don’t worry, I’m straight,” he assured me, reaching down in his pockets, showing me nothing but hundreds.
I nodded my head in understanding, “Okay well thank you anyways,” I told him.
“You’re welcome and happy birthday,” he told me. I told him thank you and closed the door. When I turned around, all the girls where staring at me.
“I need to take some tips from your ass. You got this nigga specially delivering gifts for your ass,” Imani fussed.
“You don’t like to swallow and that would’ve been the only tip I told you,” I said and she flipped me off.
The girls sat on the couch while I sat on the rug to open up all of my gifts. I loved all the gifts that my husband, daughter, and girls got me, but the one that stood out the most is when I opened a box and saw a pair of keys with a small letter B on them. Oh God, I knew this wasn’t what I thought it
was.
“Shit y’all, I think this nigga got me a damn Bentley!” I screamed.
“Call him and see,” Breesha said, just as excited as I was.
I took my phone from off the floor and Sincere answered on the first ring. “Yes, that’s the keys to a Bentley Nae. Please do not scream in my ear,” he said and I could hear him laughing too. I didn’t care. I screamed anyways.
“Thank you so much baby! I love you so much,” I said into the phone, jumping up and down.
“You’re welcome, even though your ass wouldn’t let a nigga get some phone sex. It’s straight though, and you owe me two rounds tonight,” he told me.
I laughed, ignoring his statement. “Whatever Sincere. Thank you again and I love you,” I cooed into the phone.
“I love you too. Go enjoy your day,” he told me. I hung up the phone and started dancing.
“My nigga done got my ass a Bentley,” I said, excitedly. All my girls were happy with me. You would have thought they got Bentleys too. That’s the thing I loved about my friends and my cousins; they weren’t envious of me and vice versa. Best believe if anyone of my girls wanted a Bentley right now from their nigga, he would go ahead and make that happen for them. That’s the thing about friendships nowadays. It was really hard to find yourself a group of women that would genuinely be happy for you. In most friendships, a woman could be secretly jealous of another woman and that would be the reason for the relationship’s downfall. But not with these women right here. All these women around me, I knew they were all down for me just like I was down for them.
After we finished throwing away the gift wrap and headed back into the den, that’s when Tisha decided to make her appearance. She was holding three gift bags in her hands. She looked real cute in he high waisted skinny jeans, with a red baby tee and a pair of gold metallic double strapped cork flat sandals on her feet. I also noticed that her eyes were bloodshot red, which only led me to believe that Otis had done got in her ass about something.
“Happy birthday cousin,” she said, coming over to me and giving me a hug, trying to put on a smile but I could already tell she wanted to break down and cry.
“Thank you Tisha. You want me to open them now or wait until later?” I asked her and she sat on the couch, next to Ka’lani, resting her head on her shoulder.
“Open them now,” she said.
I opened the first one and it was a Kensington Louis Vuitton handbag. This bag was beautiful. I had about four Louie bags but this one was different from all the others. The second bag was a pair of bad ass cheetah Christian Louboutins. Damn, these shoes were fuckin’ beautiful. The last bag, which was the biggest, consisted of a whole bunch of clothes from PINK. I’m talking bras, panties, pajamas, sweats, tights, and shirts. I had some expensive ass friends and cousins. All my girls spent a couple stacks on me a piece.
I went over to Tisha and hugged her and told her thank you. I was very appreciative for all of my gifts, all of my girls, and of course my family.
“It’s my birthday. Y’all bitches ain’t cook me breakfast?” I asked them, standing up.
“We did cook, but we ate without you because you was taking too long. Your food is in the microwave though,” Breesha said.
All the girls got up and headed for their rooms, I’m guessing to take showers and get our day started. I headed for the kitchen while Tisha stayed in the den watching TV. I was going to just warm up my food and go in the den and eat, so I could see what was bothering Tisha.
Five minutes later, I was back in the den, taking my spot back on the floor, sitting Indian style, so that I could put my plate on the small table in front of me. Tisha was so in tune to the TV that she didn’t even see me come into the room.
“Tisha, what’s wrong with you?” I asked her.
“Otis is so fuckin’ selfish. He gon’ have my daughter call me this morning, crying talking about she’s ready for me to come home. Number one, I know he put my daughter up to that shit because first of all, my children never even knew that I left because I just told them that they were going to go to Tyrone’s house for the weekend for a sleepover with the rest of the kids. Then when I told Harmony to put Otis back on the phone, I asked him why he put my daughter up to that bullshit. His ass gon’ get mad and take the shit out on me, saying he ain’t tell her to say that and a whole bunch of other shit. I swear his ass is so fuckin’ selfish. He can be gone all type of hours but the one time I leave and try to take a vacation, he just has to fuck it up,” she vented to me.
“So what, did he tell you to come back home?” I asked, praying that she said no because shit, Tisha was my damn drinking partner. Wasn’t nobody else gon’ get fucked up with me but Tisha.
“No he didn’t tell me to come home. He just told me I’m being selfish, which I don’t understand because everybody fuckin’ know that I put that man and my kids before me all the time,” she fussed and I nodded my head in agreement.
We stayed talking for a few and then all the girls came back downstairs, ready to go. I cleaned up my area and went upstairs to grab my sandals and my purse. I put only two of the stacks my husband gave me into my purse and headed outside to meet the girls in the van.
First, we headed to all get manis and pedis and then we headed to Orlando International Premium Outlets. We literally got there when the sun was up but didn’t end up leaving until the sun was going down. That’s a damn shame. We were all carrying over twenty bags each. How all this stuff was going to fit in the van, I had no idea, but somehow we made it work. After shopping, we headed to a seafood restaurant on International Drive called Kings.
We didn’t even get back to the house until ten that night. The night was still young though and I was still trying to turn up. After we all brought all our bags in the house, we sat around the living room area.
“What y’all trying to do now?” I asked my girls.
“Ooh let’s go walk the boardwalk out in Disney World,” Breesha said.
“Hell yeah, let’s do that. Fat Tuesday is calling my name,” Tisha chimed in. Drinking always got her attention.
“Your ass stay trying to get drunk,” Meek told her.
We all laughed at that because it was true, but shit, I was no different. “Aright. we got to get ready now though because they close at two,” I said. We all got up and headed to our rooms to start getting ready. I took another shower and brushed my teeth. I had so many clothes to choose from that I didn’t know what I wanted to wear. Being as though, I knew I was going to get drunk tonight, I chose not to wear a skirt or heels because I wasn’t trying to be falling and have my ass all out for the world to see. I looked inside my bags that I brought today and grabbed the Nike bag. I chose to wear the Nike Legendary Mezzo zebra print tights with a matching pink and gray, zebra print sports bra. To top it off, I wore the Nike Free 4.0 V5 running shoes. I looked real pretty. I headed downstairs and Tisha literally had the same thing on as me, just hers was green and black.
“Oh yeah, these bitches about to get fucked up,” Breesha said, coming into the living room. I laughed because it was the truth. Tonight was going to be a good night.
3:45 a.m.
“Oh my God, I think I’m about to fuckin’ die,” I slurred as I walked up the stairs, trying to get into the house.
“No bitch, your ass just drunk. Move and give me the keys” Breesha fussed with her pregnant ass. She checked my purse for my keys and sucked her teeth when she couldn’t find them.
“Nae, where the fuckin’ keys at?” Breesha asked, pissed.
“Here, here, here,” I said, laughing. My God, I was drunk off my fuckin’ ass. I snatched the purse form Breesha and she looked like she wanted to slap the shit out of me. Tisha’s dumb ass wasn’t making the shit no better, laughing every few seconds. Tisha wasn’t drunk though. She was just a little tipsy. While we were at Fat Tuesday, Otis called her and told her not to get drunk and her dumb ass listened. Shit, not me though. After searching my purse, I found them in the little pocket.
Breesha came from behind me and snatched the shit from out of my hand and unlocked the door herself. I knew she was pissed off. She sat the keys on the buffet and headed up to her room. Our driver, Justin, had to end up carrying me to my room because I kept falling every two seconds and Ka’lani, Meek, and Imani weren’t making it any better by filming my dumb ass. Tisha and Breesha had already gone upstairs.
After Justin left, I told him to close my door and I didn’t even change out of my clothes, nor did I take my shoes off. I just turned over and took my drunk ass to sleep. I was not drinking no more after that. I promised. Wait, never mind, I couldn’t do that. Well, I wasn’t drinking any more for the rest of the trip. Yeah, I could manage that.
Chapter 14: Tisha
As much as I wanted to get drunk off my ass tonight, I couldn’t because my husband called me and told me not to. Usually when I was away from Otis and he tried to dish out orders, I didn’t listen to shit he said, but for some reason, I felt like he had somebody watching my ass. So, I chose to listen this one time since I felt like we were already on bad terms. I’m not gon’ lie though, I did drink one of the shots that Nae ordered but that was pretty much it.
Walking inside of my room, I kicked my shoes off and sat them on the side of the bed. I headed for the bathroom and took myself a quick shower. After doing that, I brushed my teeth and threw on my bra and panties with my robe. As I was tying my robe, I noticed my phone flashing on the dresser. I looked at the screen and saw that it was my husband calling me. I contemplated not answering the phone but truth was, I kind of missed his mean ass.