“Nigga, I told you my lady was asleep, so why’d you—” Swinging the door open without looking through the peephole, I dropped my head in utter regret knowing my morning was starting right where my night had left off. I couldn’t believe Rayna was staring back at me.
“Your lady huh, King? Fuck your lady right about now!” Raising her voice, Rayna was intentionally trying to start a scene. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls? Why are you putting her before us?” Pointing to her growing stomach, she was really attempting to lay it on thick.
“Hey, lower your motherfucking voice, girl,” I hushed her, walking out of the comfy house me and Samira shared and onto the porch, making sure to pull the door closed behind me. “You’ve got me fucked up if you think you’re about to pop up here questioning me. Get the fuck on from my house.” I didn’t care about a single word Rayna was crying to me. She’d crossed the line by coming to where me and Samira laid our heads. She was nothing more than my baby momma, so she needed to act like it.
“You must be leaving here with me, King. ’Cause I ain’t going nowhere without the father of my child as my escort.” Rolling her eyes, giving me an ultimatum, she must’ve been snorting the highest priced crack-cocaine on the streets of Detroit to think I’d leave my security blanket for a Section 8 recipient.
“I ain’t got no patience for this shit right now. I’ll hit you up later, Rayna. Now real talk, for the last time, get the fuck from off my porch and block now!” All in her face, gritting my teeth trying not to raise my voice, I was gearing up to rip her head off.
“I’m not leaving!” she yelled as loud as she could.
“Bitch, please!” Within seconds my hands were wrapped tightly around her neck. “I keep telling your ass, Rayna, quit testing me!” Blinking out, only seeing red, I had her pregnant body bent over the banister with no remorse. The little punches she was landing on me were nothing compared to the weight I was putting on her. Slamming Rayna against the brick wall, I almost broke her back.
“Let go, oh, my God, please!” she begged through pants, which made my grip tighter.
“Don’t bring your messy ass back around here! When I’m ready to be bothered with you and that bastard, I’ll let you know.” Whispering in her ear, I’d become ruthless. Rayna had overstepped her boundaries by coming to my home, so she had to suffer some consequences. Making sure she knew I meant business, I released my grip then shoved her as hard as I could. “King has spoken!”
“I can’t believe you’re doing me like this. Your momma ain’t raise you to be worth shit, you old scumbag-ass nigga!” She talked cash shit, walking backward toward her car. I was everything but the son of God, plus I’d never see my kid. Once Johnie swooped into the driveway right on time, Rayna hurried her pace but not before picking up one of the LED outdoor lights placed along the walkway and launching it toward my car. Whop! The driver’s side door was instantly dented, and my custom paint job was ruined. “You’re gonna regret putting your hands on Rayna Robinson,” she shrieked at the top of her lungs.
“Naw, you crazy bitch, I’m gonna put one through ya ass!” I ran off the porch toward her. Samira could be awake at this point for all I cared ’cause I was prepped to take Rayna’s motherfucking head off! Johnie grabbed me before I could make it to her, giving her enough time to pull off. “Nigga, if I would’ve had my piece on me, I would’ve put one in that ratchet-acting-ass bitch!”
“Hey, K.P. manz, let that broad go. You’ve got bigger problems up top.”
Getting a grip of myself, still fuming and ready to chase Rayna down on foot, I turned to see Samira standing in the door with her arms crossed, more pissed than a bitch.
“So if you never brought her here, how does that bitch know where we stay? Call her up, King. I’ve got more than a few words for that home-wrecker!” Draped in a towel, naked underneath, she was pacing back and forth and screaming louder than I’d ever heard her. I didn’t dare run up on her like I did at Flood’s though, ’cause in all actuality, she had every reason to be livid. Hell, I was outraged too. She went back inside to our bedroom, and I followed her.
“Listen, baby, I swear to Allah I’ve never brought her in our house.” Lying, crossing my fingers so I wouldn’t get struck down, I’d only fucked Rayna one time here, but I thought she was too drunk to remember. “She must’ve followed us here last night or something, ’cause bringing her to our home is most definitely crossing the line.” Saying anything to cool her down, I knew the lies coming out of my mouth would only temporarily cool her down.
“Nigga, you better hope I don’t find out otherwise.” Now that she was in my face, I could tell she was itching to put her hands on me but was thinking twice about it. “I’m tired of these motherfucking surprises, King! You can’t have your cake and eat it too with these trife-life tricks.”
“I ain’t invite her yamp ass over here, Samira. Matter of fact, you can check with these nosy-ass neighbors around here about how Rayna got handled.”
“Oh, you name-dropping around this bitch now huh?” She picked up the television remote, flinging it at me, and I dodged to the left just in time before it had the chance to slap me in the face.
It took me one second to lunge across the room, grabbing her arms to restrain her. She was screaming, swinging, and kicking trying to get out of my grip, but she was no match for my size and strength. “Calm your ass down, Samira! I’ll let you go but not to be throwing shit at me.” I pushed her onto the bed lightly. That was my way of telling her to stay the fuck up off me. “I ain’t gonna be walking on eggshells around here, Mira. Flat out, you know ol’ girl ain’t going anywhere because of the baby. But neither are you. I ain’t about to be going through this shit every time I bring her name up. You’re going to have to find a better way to deal.”
“Find a better way to deal? She ain’t going nowhere? You think I’m stuck? See, King, ain’t shit wrong with me. I can find someone else to love on me, nigga. Just so you know, I ain’t trapped in the game. You are. I’m here because I love you, so please believe that every time I hear that slut bitch Rayna’s name, I’m going all the way in on you. It is what it is.”
“Baby, please forgive and believe me. The shit ends here. It’s me and you.” I snuggled her body, feeling my dick start to wake up. That was the only way I knew how to make her feel better. It infuriated me thinking of her with another man, in every way imaginable.
“I want more than the dick, King. You’re obviously out here giving girls enough of that. It ain’t special no more.” Letting out sobs and tears, Samira’s voice was cracking, but she continued. “I want your last name, for you to make it official with me. She might be having your baby first, but I should be the one you vow ’til death do you part.” The look in Samira’s eyes let me know she was cutthroat serious. Baby girl wasn’t prepared to back down, but I couldn’t blame her ’cause she’d been working for the wife spot since I met her.
“That’s nothing, ma. We can do that. I’m ready to do right by you. Fuck all these girls out here because ain’t none of ’em held me down like you.” I meant every last word I was speaking to Samira. She’d earned the stripes to be Mrs. King Wallace.
Rayna
“He did what, Rayna? Are you okay? I told you about that rap-a-lot-ass nigga. You need to chill out before you fuck my godchild up with that stress.” Tiana swung open the door to our townhouse as I stumbled up the few stairs inside. I’d called her right as I sped off of K.P.’s block.
Plopping down on the couch, I was flat-out exhausted. For the first few miles of me leaving King’s house, I was driving like a bat out of hell thinking he was chasing me. Breathing hard, rubbing at my sore neck, I was glad to be home. “Make sure the dead bolt is on and don’t let his ass up in here if he does come knocking. I’m straight.” It was foolish for me to think he was coming. My phone hadn’t rung, and I was miles across town already.
“Girl, bye! You are far from straight. Those marks around your neck tell me he choked your as
s out for real. And what type of nigga puts their hands on a pregnant woman, especially if the woman is carrying their child?” Tiana was angrier than me.
“That’s the point, T. I ain’t his woman. I went over there looking like the fool. I might have his dick on lock, if that, but Samira has his heart. That shit was more than evident.” Feeling my back starting to cramp and pressure in my abdomen, I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the sudden tension.
“But you’ve got his baby, so that nigga should be respecting that if nothing else.” Seeing that I was in pain, she rushed to my side, trying to see what exactly was wrong. “Don’t tell me that fool done sent you into labor!”
“Naw, chill, T. I don’t think so. It hurts right where he bent me backward over the banister, so that’s probably just the bruise settling in. Can you grab me the heating pad?”
“Bitch, fuck a heating pad. We need to get to the hospital to make sure that baby ain’t trying to come up out of you. I’m about to grab my purse!” Tiana was persistent, but with the amount of pain I was going through on account of these spasms, I was thankful that at least someone cared about me and my unborn child.
Chapter Five
Samira
I had King on the road pushing damn near eighty miles per hour heading toward Toledo, Ohio. He gave me the green light saying we could get married, so hell yeah, a bitch was chasing his last name. I’d be a fool not to. My whole life had been surrounded by King and his dream of being a songwriter/producer, so you better believe I was gonna ride this one all the way out. I didn’t care if he was playing me. He was my family, damn it, and wasn’t no hood rat about to ruin that. With Rayna about to pop at any minute, she’d be using that little bastard as bait against him for sure. The drama had already started, but this was my way of finishing it, or at least becoming more competitive in the game. Dressed in a simple white bubble dress that buttoned down my stomach then flared out right before my knees, I kept it cute and simple with a pair of studded sandals, accessorizing with diamonds.
“Are you sure you don’t want to have a big wedding, Samira?” Turning down the Drake CD I had blasting, he questioned my decision, obviously ready to start another round of beef with me.
“Nigga, just drive. We can handle all of that later. You’re about to do right by me today.” I wasn’t about to give King any extra time out here on the streets as a single man. “You already snuck a baby in on me. I’d be damned if I let a bitch sneak you to the alter, too!”
King couldn’t help laughing at that before replying, “I’m just saying, though. This shit right here is cheating you out of the real thing. You deserve more. With the money I’m about to be bringing in with all these songs I’ve been writing, the bread will definitely be there for you to have the fairy-tale wedding you deserve and I know deep down you want.” King was really laying it on thick, but I wasn’t trying to hear it. Any reasoning he could’ve done with me was out the window when Rayna showed up to the house I owned.
“Are you serious with me right now? Let’s just cut this conversation short. I ain’t trying to argue with you on my wedding day, King. You and I both know what I deserve, and I’m tired of waiting.” Smacking my lips and turning the music back up, I wasn’t getting ready to entertain anything that didn’t involve him becoming my husband on paper.
Jamila
“Samira is not answering my call. Oh, my God!” Rolling out of bed buck-naked, I slid on my robe, hitting the redial button relentlessly.
“King is not answering my calls either. He said him and Samira had to take some time away from the world, though. But fuck that. Keep calling back until she picks up. I’m about to swing back past their house to see if they’re still scrapping it out,” Johnie slid on his clothes, making a beeline for the door.
Pacing the room with the phone on speaker, I kept refreshing Rayna’s Instagram page to see if she’d uploaded any new pictures. The last few posts had blown the sexual high Johnie wasted no time getting me on. Ol’ ratchet Rayna was in labor.
Samira
We stopped at the jewelers along the way to grab him a simple wedding band. I was feeling waves of relief seeing King pushing forward and not backing down on his word to do me right. Once we arrived at the courthouse, butterflies danced in my stomach as we walked hand in hand inside as the last time as girlfriend and boyfriend.
“Listen, King.” I grabbed his arm before he could get through the metal detector. “Don’t take me in here to make no fool of me later. If you don’t really want this, don’t do this.” With tears swelling up in my eyes, I didn’t want to give him a choice, but I didn’t want to feel like I was forcing him into marrying me either. I didn’t think I could live with that hanging over my head.
“Can’t nobody make me do shit I don’t wanna do. Having a big wedding is for you. I’ve got all I need right here. Let’s do this.” Walking through the metal detectors, King didn’t have to say no more, because from this point on I was strutting with total confidence.
I cried every step of the way, from filing our paperwork to signing our marriage certificate. I can’t believe this is real! Wait until that trick Rayna finds out I’m the real chosen one, the motherfucking wife! King held my hand, kissed me adoringly, and tried his best to make any worries I had disappear. I respected his game ’cause I was more in love with him now than ever. Marrying us outside of the courthouse underneath a cherry blossom tree, Pastor Dinwiddie united me and King, making us officially husband and wife. As I looked up at the man who I’d spent seven long years of my life with, I sincerely thought this first kiss as newlyweds would be a new start to the rest of our lives.
King
Call it whatever you want, I’d made Samira my Mrs. Wallace. Maybe now she’d take me having a child by Rayna a little easier. Being real, I was gonna try to do right by my wife by not cheating, but what man can withhold the dick from their baby mom? Ya manz was gonna get an A for effort, but Rayna was a monster for what she wanted.
Laid-back on cruise control on our way back to the D, I was tuned into Samira calling out flight details about our getaway honeymoon to Miami. It was gonna be hella nice to get out of dodge for a while and maybe hook up with Turquoise while there. We’d both planned on making the big announcement together right before leaving, then having a large reception once back.
“Let’s get a room ’til we leave, like a pre-honeymoon.” I turned to Mira, hoping she’d say yes. This was also my way of keeping things calm with Rayna. I knew she was a headbanger who’d come back around the way, so us staying at a hotel room would be assurance I’d keep them separate until shit cooled down. My name was just starting to get big in the game. This foolishness could stop me from rising to the top, though.
“Hell yeah, babe, I’m with that.” She winked devilishly. “Unzip your pants so I can give my husband a li’l taste of what he’s gonna get tonight.”
“Shit, you ain’t gotta tell me twice, Mrs. Wallace!” I held the steering wheel with one hand while quickly unzipping the linen pants I was wearing with the other. Samira reached over into my lap like a vulture grabbing my still-soft penis. “Whoa, wife, you ain’t playing!” I felt my meat instantly growing inside of her warm mouth. Samira was tickling my shaft licking up and down and going in vicious with her tongue. She’d never gone to town on my dick like this ever before. Kinda made me wish I would’ve wifed her long ago. I was almost getting ready to send my seed down her throat when the phone in my pocket vibrated. I ignored it, hoping Samira would too. Of course my luck had run out.
“Answer it!” She popped her head up, leaving my dick wet and dry. “I know that’s ya girl.”
“Be cool, don’t stop.” I was trying to push her head back down, and my only concern was releasing this nut.
“Boy, bye, you better answer that phone. You already know I’m pulling the wife card.” Now sitting all the way over in her seat, she made it clear it was over for the ever-so-great impromptu head job.
Pulling the phone from my pocket, I
knew that if I answered it would automatically come through my truck’s speakers. And I couldn’t have that. Tiana had been blowing me up for the past hour but had gone unnoticed. The first step on my agenda once in the room was to get my number changed. That chick could get an Obama throwaway phone number. “Oh, shit, you tripping, babe.” I was relieved to read the caller ID. “This ain’t nobody but Jamila’s crazy ass.” Pressing TALK quickly, I was about to hurriedly change the settings before she noticed what I was doing.
“Hey, Mila boo! ‘We’s married now!’” Samira sang out into the phone, quoting Shug Avery from The Color Purple.
“Bitch, what? Say, do I give a fuck? Where’s ya wannabe husband at?”
The voice wasn’t Jamila’s. It was Tiana’s. Damn, sneaky trick must’ve got me with the spoof-number app. “Ay yo, ma, don’t speak to my wife like that. Matter of fact, lose my number and tell ya girl the good news. I’ll be in touch.” Playing like a beast, I was insulted that Rayna was even allowing this behavior from her roommate.
“You better kiss my—”
Hanging up before she could get another word out, Samira was already on her phone calling Jamila to make sure this wasn’t no shady best-friend shit.
“Get off that phone, Mrs. Wallace. We ain’t entertaining nothing that don’t concern me and you.” Snatching the phone out of her hand and hanging up the call, I’d already powered my phone off then did the same to hers.
“Well, at least the word has been put out there.” Not pressing the issue, she settled back but still looked uneasy. “I guess you’re right.”
I played her like putty, rubbing my hands across her thighs. “Of course I’m right. Don’t let that ruin our day. Come on and get back to giving me a pre-honeymoon treat.” At first, Samira gave me the side-eye, but within moments of my hand cupping her camel toe, my dick was back getting licked off.
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