“And I have been, but someone has to work.”
“I understand, but there are nurses we could have referred you to, to help out while you worked.”
“So this is my fault.” I felt myself becoming teary eyed again.
“No, that isn’t what I’m saying. It’s just if we want to do everything we can for Paul, we have to make sure we’re putting our best foot forward. If Paul goes home with you again, I am going to need proof of a hired caregiver before I sign any release forms. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.” I nodded nervously as Laura watched me for a moment. I could see the disappointment in her eyes, and it hurt me. Especially because Paul always complained about how I put my job first.
“Okay. Would you like me to have someone bring warm blankets and some pillows for you to get some sleep?”
I’d planned to go home for work in the morning, but after this conversation, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Yes, and some tea if possible.”
“Of course.”
I went to the chair that turned into a bed and unfolded it so it’d be ready for the blankets and pillows. Once finished, I leaned over Paul to kiss his lips. I think hands down I was the worst wife in the world.
The next morning…
As I shuffled about in this chair bed, I heard laughter coming from a woman. I was still tired, so I kept my eyes closed for a moment, before allowing my lids to flutter open. When I heard Paul’s deep voice, I shot up out of excitement, looking over at his bed to see him propped up while speaking to none other than Nurse Keira.
“Oh, good morning, baby.” Paul turned to me. He looked exhausted, but I was just relieved to hear him talking.
“Morning. Hello, Keira.” I got out of the bed. I didn’t like the fact that she was seeing me as I just woke up. Here she was with a fresh weave, beat face, and scrubs that hugged her thick frame, while I was looking busted.
“Hello, Shanece. Would you like some coffee?”
“No.” I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth using one of the flimsy hospital toothbrushes, and then came back out to see how Paul was doing. “You feel better?” I asked.
“Not really, but I’m gonna give it some time.” He squeezed my hand. “Keira came in to bring me breakfast.”
“Damn, I know you hate the hospital breakfast, baby. I can go get you something different.” I walked to my purse.
“No, it’s cool. Keira brought me food from outside of the hospital.” Paul nodded with a smile, as Keira did the same.
“Oh.” My eyes bounced in between them. “Keira, can I talk to you really quickly outside of the room?” I made sure to keep a grin on my face so she wouldn’t suspect anything.
“Absolutely, Shanece.”
“Be right back, baby.” I kissed Paul deeply and on purpose, before leading Keira outside.
“So what’s going on? You okay?”
“I’m not actually.” I shook my head. “Paul’s health has seemed to decline.”
“I know, but if we just keep at it, I am sure—”
“We.” I repeated and chuckled, confusing her. “Keira, I want you to understand that Paul is married. I know you think you can slither your way in by being his sweet, loving nurse, but I will never let that happen. I will catch a case before you fuck my husband.”
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t play dumb. You walk around his room in scrubs that are too little for a damn child, and more make up than a bitch in a beauty pageant, but you want me to believe you’re innocent? And the whole house call? Girl, please. I’m a woman, and we are not that nice unless we want some dick.”
“For your information, it is not about being nice; it’s my job. It’s also my personality, hence the job I have. I enjoy taking care of people, even when I’m not getting paid for it. I have no interest in sleeping with a married man, and maybe you see things that way because you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I got closer to her. I was ready to beat her ass up and down this hospital hallway.
“Means exactly what it sounds like. Or maybe if you weren’t such a neglectful wife, you wouldn’t feel threatened by any woman who shows more care for your husband than you do.”
I was so angry that I could feel my teeth grinding against one another. I felt my body shaking as I did everything in my power to keep from hitting Keira in the face. Had this been on the streets, she would’ve been getting flung every which way by now, but I needed to keep calm for Paul. I didn’t want my pride getting in the way of him receiving the best treatment possible. At the end of the day, him living was more important than me beating the brakes off of Keira.
“You watch it, hoe. And make this the last time you bring my nigga food, or it’s gonna be a real fucking problem.” I pointed in her face before bumping her shoulder and going back into the room.
“You about to head into work?” Paul asked as I sifted through my purse.
“No. I’m gonna be here with you. I just have to call my job to let them know.”
Seeing the sadness in his face turn to relief hurt me. Knowing it made him feel that much better to have me here, had me feeling like shit for never being around.
I kissed Paul then made the call, before returning to the room. By this time, Dr. Laura was in, checking on him.
“You okay, Mrs. Porter?” she questioned when done.
“I am, but can I have a word? I’m going to go home for a second to shower, but I’d like to talk.”
“Sure thing.” Dr. Laura removed her gloves and walked me out after I pecked Paul.
As we tread toward the elevator, I sighed. “I don’t mean to be a burden, but I’d like for Paul to have a new, whatever this shift is, nurse.”
“Instead of Keira?” Laura cocked her head.
“Yes. Between you and me, I feel she oversteps her boundaries to the point of it being inappropriate. And even if she means no harm, it makes me feel uncomfortable as Paul’s wife.”
“I understand. Keira is just really passionate, but it makes her a great nurse.”
“A great nurse for someone else’s husband, not mine.” I stepped onto the elevator as Dr. Laura nodded.
“I will have someone else take over.”
“Thank you.”
I took a deep breath as the elevator doors closed, feeling happy that Keira would no longer be an issue.
Camarih
I decided to go to the nail shop to get my toes redone, even though I was just here a week ago, because my feet hurt. My nail lady Grace gave the best foot massages, and I was damn near salivating at the thought of getting one.
Easing into the massage chair, I propped my feet up with my hand on my stomach. This was the furthest along I’d ever gotten in a pregnancy, and even though I was happy about it, it also made me nervous.
Being a mommy seemed like a lot of hard work, and even though my business had come a long way, I was still worried about providing for my baby. Tony would of course, but I wanted to do my part too. One of my biggest fears was becoming a woman who depended heavily on her man for money.
“Feet so nice even though you have big belly.” Grace smiled. I gave her a smile back, chuckling at how rude her comment was because I knew she didn’t mean it that way.
“Thank you, Grace.”
I let my head fall back to rest, but then my phone rang. Seeing it was Tony, I quickly answered, already smiling according to the mirror across from me.
“Where you at?”
“I’m off today from Angel Skin, so I’m at the nail shop.”
“You just went last week. Let me find out yo’ ass is lying.”
Chuckling, I replied, “Why would I lie? Where else would I be?”
“I don’t know, doing whatever the fuck them trifling ass hoes with bellies be out there doing.”
“Houston.” I rolled my eyes while smiling at his seriousness. “Well I am not trifling.”
“You right. Fine as
s with that good ass pussy—”
“Okay! What did you need?”
“Come to the studio when you done.”
“No, I don’t want to! Too many people, and I’m not dressed up.” I whined.
“Dressed up for what? I told yo’ ass you need to look busted anyway so these muthafuckas won’t be checking for you.”
“No, because then you gon’ stop checking for me too.”
“Never. That’s why I nutted in you,” he responded seriously. I closed my eyes to properly digest what his nasty ass had just said. “So when you leave there, bring yo’ ass.”
“Okay. I’m gonna get a juice first and then I will come.”
“Aight. Don’t go change into no bullshit, Camarih. Swear to God, I’m shooting the first muthafucka to look yo’ way.”
“I won’t. Bye, baby.” I hung up, wearing a smirk, even though I knew Tony would really shoot someone for looking, friend or not.
Just forty-five minutes later I was done with my pedicure, so I paid and tipped Grace, before going to get some Jamba Juice. As I walked out, someone called after me, so I looked over to see none other than Joy exiting Starbucks next door.
“Camarih, wait.” She jogged to me when she realized I wasn’t going to stop for her.
“Girl, what?” I frowned when she cut off my path.
Her eyes immediately landed on my mid-section. I was wearing tights, a spaghetti strapped top, and my new favorite Fendi slides. My stomach wasn’t too large yet, but it was definitely obvious I had a baby in there and hadn’t just ate a bunch of food.
“Are you still with Tony?” Her voice seemed to be trembling a little bit.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Yo—you don’t post him anymore.”
“He was just on my story last night.” I frowned, looking her weird ass over. “And you follow me?”
“Fuck! Okay, I knew you were pregnant, but seeing this… is like… I can’t believe this.”
“Joy, I am tired and have somewhere to be, so hurry the hell up before you piss me off.”
“I don’t know if Tony told you this, but—”
“He tells me everything.” I proudly smiled.
“Anyway, I’m pretty sure you don’t know that I’ve been pregnant by him, many times. It was four times actually, and he made me abort them.”
“I did know about your abortions.” I sipped my smoothie, enjoying the shock in her face. “Like I said, he tells me everything.”
“How could you be with a man who would ask a woman to kill her children four times?” Joy’s lip was turned up, and I could see her eyes watering.
“I don’t believe he asked you to do that. But even if he did, you didn’t have to, so what the fuck do you want me to do about it? Give you my baby?”
“You’re just as careless as him.” By this time, she was sobbing hysterically.
Even though I remained stoic, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel sorry for her. Losing a baby, whether by choice like her or by force like myself, was a traumatizing event. I knew she was bothered by it, especially if it was as many times as she’d said, but at the end of the day, it wasn’t my problem. And if she thought I was about to leave my man because he didn’t give a fuck about her when she was pregnant, she was loonier than I thought.
“I’m not careless. I just don’t understand the goal of this conversation.”
“The goal was to warn you, Camarih. Just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean he’s going to change for you. Look how he did me?”
“Yeah, but you were his little hoe, and I’m his girlfriend that he loves. See the difference? And girl, if you expect me to believe that if Tony called you right now, you wouldn’t go running, then you’re delusional as hell.” I walked past her to my car.
“Camarih, please don’t mention our conversation to Tony.”
“You’re not important enough for me to waste the time I spend with my man, discussing you.”
The whole drive to the studio, I got angrier and angrier thinking about Joy. I knew my hormones were taking over, but I still felt some type of way. I wanted to fight her, but then I wanted to cry, and afterwards fight Tony.
When I arrived, I checked my appearance before heading inside. I knew hoes would be there, and I’d be damned if I entered the room looking a mess.
It was pretty loud, and I rolled my eyes when I heard some female voices because it confirmed what I already knew. As soon as I appeared in the doorway, all eyes were on me, but the only ones I cared about were Tony’s. Seeing him take me in lustfully, despite me being dressed down, put a little pep in my step. It also made me temporarily forget about Joy.
“Buttascotch.” He smiled widely with his sexy ass. He opened his tattoo-covered arms to welcome me into his lap.
As I slid in, I kissed his lips before letting my eyes travel around his handsome face. Those small tattoos near his brows only intensified his rugged sexiness.
“Stop, Houston.” I gripped his wrist when he reached down into my tights and panties.
Grinning mischievously, he entered me using one of his fingers on the low, before sucking my neck. The room was live, so many weren’t paying attention, and the ones who were couldn’t see anything since my back was to them.
“Let’s go to the bathroom,” he suggested.
Just as I was about to respond, my eyes landed on the girl who was dancing in Tony’s lap at Rubie’s showcase. She’d been watching the whole time, and when we made eye contact, she promptly looked away.
“Tony, who—” I was cut off when he began pulling me from the room and to the bathroom across the hall.
He bent me over the sink, yanked down my bottoms just enough, and entered me once his dick was out of his track pants.
“Fuck,” he commented as I whimpered, feeling him fill me.
As I gripped the sink, I watched him through the mirror. He was looking down, enjoying the sight of himself sliding in and out of me. He took his time for the first two minutes or so, before he began beating it up. I tried to keep quiet, but he showed no mercy, and my pregnant ass couldn’t take the heat, letting go of my first orgasm quickly.
“Ahh, Houston,” I whimpered.
“Throw that fucking pussy back to me, Camarih,” he demanded, so I did as I was told, throwing it back. “Beautiful fucking sight,” he moaned sexily, making me cream again as he watched me, before taking back over, hammering me roughly.
By the time I had drenched his dick for the fourth time, he finally let loose inside of me, kissing all over my lower back as he pulled out.
“Now I’m sleepy as fuck.” I whined, a little pissed off.
Tony chuckled lowly at me as he got something to clean me with.
“Damn, this shit got me ready to slide back in.” He kissed my lower lips from the back a few times before continuing to clean me.
When we were both fixed up, hands washed and everything, he started tonguing me down and groping my ass then led me back toward the studio room.
“Wait, Houston, what is that girl doing here?” I stopped him in the hallway.
“What girl?” He frowned, licking his thick lips. He was so fine.
“The one I caught dancing badly in your lap at the showcase.”
“Oh.” He looked off. “I work with her. She sings and shit.”
My eyebrows must’ve touched my damn hairline as I stared up him.
“You work with her? So you sign bitches you fuck now?”
I felt my heart beating fast and my stomach getting queasy. This always happened when I thought of Tony and another woman. It made me physically sick. That’s why I didn’t want his ass. I liked his ass so much that every thing he did annoyed me. Even small things like him posting on Instagram when I wasn’t with him, especially if I hadn’t seen the outfit he was in before. I never watched his stories, okay I did, but they always pissed me off unless we were together. I was either too in love or too gone off the dick.
“Camarih. You wasn’t my bi
tch, so yeah, I fucked her, but it wasn’t nothing like that. And she got some good ass vocals. She did Eitan’s song.”
“I don’t give a fuck what she did! I don’t want you working with someone you slept with! Got that bitch staring me down! Here I am thinking she’s just a weirdo when really she got feelings for you! I swear I—” I couldn’t finish my sentence because Tony had got up in my face.
“Aye, who the fuck you talking to, huh?” He was furious, and even though I wanted to bark back, I was slightly afraid to. Tony wasn’t all there. The nigga almost shot me at my job. “I told yo’ hardheaded ass that bitch is just working for me. I hit the pussy a few times, but it wasn’t even good enough for you to be worried about me sliding in that shit again.”
“I don’t—”
“I never once fucked around on yo’ stupid ass. You my baby, and I love the fuck out of you, but this shit right here is business. That bitch in there is gon’ make me some bread, that I’m gon’ be spending on yo’ crazy ass. As long as I ain’t slanging dick to these females while I’m with you, then you need to shut the fuck up. We clear?”
With his nostrils flared and sexy mouth contorted, all I could do was stand on my tiptoes to kiss him, but he blocked me with his big ass hand.
“Houston!”
“I asked you a question.”
Seeing he was serious, I replied, “Yes, daddy,” before hugging his torso and sucking his bottom lip.
Smirking after a while, I felt his large hands grip my ass so hard that my clit throbbed in anticipation. Finally, he kissed me, making me tilt my head back as it got nasty.
I heard some heels, so I pulled away to see the girl.
“Hi,” she spoke, headed to the bathroom.
“Aye, tell my girl I just fucked you a few times and let you top me off.” Tony pointed to me while looking at her. “And that I don’t even fuck with you on that tip.” Both her jaw and mine dropped at his frankness. “Hurry the fuck up,” he added when she stayed quiet.
“I mean, yeah, it was nothing. We just had sex and stuff.” She shrugged, but I saw the look in her face. She had the same look I saw on Joy and nasty Brielle. How long had they been fucking for her to already have ‘the look’?
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