Rent Money

by Natavia

  I hope this hoe never get joint custody over her son.

  I got comfortable on the couch and dozed off while watching TV.

  Three hours later…

  When I woke from my nap, I changed Ranira’s diaper and Dijon’s Pull-Up. The block party was still going, and Chelsie hadn’t come back in the house. I sat in the window and waited for her to return. Her son was screaming very loud and throwing food on the floor from his high-chair. I changed him twice, bathed him and gave him dinner and his hoe ass mama didn’t even call to tell me anything about her staying out. When I called her cellphone for the twentieth time, it didn’t ring but went straight to voicemail instead. Dijon’s screams were getting louder.

  “Boyyyyyyy, if you don’t shut the hell up!”

  Ranira was in her swing staring at the little stuffed animals that spun above her head. Dijon cried more than her and she was still an infant. Soon as I got comfortable on the couch, my phone beeped. I thought it was Chelsie, but it was Ricardo thanking me for the pictures I sent him.

  After an hour of crying, Dijon fell asleep in his chair. I wiped him off and laid him on Chelsie’s bed. My apartment was so cluttered, I needed a bigger one badly. Bored out of my mind, I grabbed a bottle of Amsterdam out the kitchen. The door opened, and Chelsie stumbled into my apartment looking a hot ass mess. Her hair was all over her head and her lip was bleeding.

  This hoe better not tell me someone raped her!

  “Where in the hell have you been?”

  “I was with Dijon’s father at a hotel room. He beat me up because I picked up his cellphone. I’m gonna figure out who this new bitch is that he’s messin’ with,” Chelsie said. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I was shocked behind her still wanting to know who Dijon’s father was messing with. I didn’t know anything about him other than his name being Wayne. Chelsie came out the bathroom a few minutes later and I wanted to curse her out for not washing her ass longer. She fixed herself a drink and sat on the couch and cried.

  “My life is ruined,” she said.

  “Stop fuckin’ him.”

  “I can’t help it. Oh my gosh, Sinna. He’s so handsome to me and the dick is addictive,” she dumbly replied. I didn’t want to hear anymore of Chelsie’s bullshit. I was off the next day and wanted to get drunk since they had me working in that dirty-ass place like a slave. Hell, even my pussy was starting to smell like fried chicken.

  “Look, I love you and all but I’m not for watchin’ other people’s kids. You don’t work, but I do, and we had an agreement. Dijon is not a part of that agreement.”

  “Okay, I’m sorry but I pay bills, too.”

  “Your name isn’t on anything. Just don’t do it again. He cries too fuckin’ much,” I replied. Chelsie called me a bitch underneath her breath, but I pretended not to hear it. I turned the TV down when I heard Governor’s voice in the hallway.

  “I’ll be back,” I told Chelsie.

  I made sure I looked decent in the mirror by the door before I stepped into the hallway. Governor was talking to another resident, so I pretended to check the mailbox. I waited until they were finished, and she went into her apartment and closed the door; it was just us two.

  “Hey, can you take a look at my toilet really quick? I think Chelsie flushed a tampon applicator.”

  “Right now?” he asked annoyed.

  “We only have one toilet.”

  He walked around me and opened the door to my apartment. Chelsie greeted him, but he didn’t respond. I pissed him off, but it was his job to make sure we had working appliances. Governor went inside the bathroom and messed around with the toilet.

  “Yo, Sinna. Don’t play wit’ me, shorty. Where in the fuck is it broke at? Maybe if you clean the muthafucka, it’ll work,” he said.

  “My toilet is clean and I’m tellin’ you sometimes it doesn’t flush properly. Maybe we should wait until it overflows and causes more trouble. You told me to report a problem to you before it gets bigger and now it’s an issue?”

  “Aight, man. Damn. Look, I’ll be back after I make sure the streets are cleaned up and all that shit. It might be late though, but I’ll come back and snake the shit myself,” he said. He tried to squeeze past me while I stood in the doorway and I pressed my body against his. Deep down he wanted me, too, why else would he do nice things for me? No man has ever been kindhearted to me. Governor just needed to know I belonged to him.

  “Yo, you aight?” he asked.

  “I’m fine just had too much to drink.”

  Ranira decided to cry while I was talking to her stepfather. I excused myself and picked her up from the swing. It was time for her to have a bottle. Before Governor could walk out the door, I told him to hold Ranira while I mixed her formula. He held his hands out to hold her and my heart warmed. Governor patted her back to get her to stop crying.

  “Come on, baby girl. Your mother comin’. I wish she’d hurry up wit’ it, too,” Governor said to Ranira. Truth is, I enjoyed the moment too much, but I knew my baby needed her bottle.

  “Ummmm,” Chelsie mumbled, and I wanted to throw something at her head. She didn’t see what I saw and thought I was tripping for no reason. What did she know? The bitch was still messing around with a man who hated her guts. I took Ranira from Governor, so he could leave. Before he left out the door he promised he was coming back.

  “You’re sick behind that man. Essa gonna fuck you up,” she joked.

  “Essa is fat! Trust me, all he wants is to fuck her.”

  “No, she isn’t! She’s thick but she’s definitely well portioned and very shapely. I wish she could donate some of that ass to me. Why are you body-shamin’ anyway? That shit isn’t cool,” Chelsie replied. I figured she’d get upset about it because Dijon made her body out of whack, giving her a small fupa.

  “I say what the fuck I wanna say!” I yelled at her. Chelsie shrugged her shoulders and put the TV on MTV Jams.

  Let me get fucked up again so I can go to sleep. This bitch ready to make me smack her face red.

  I cleaned up Ranira before I put her in the crib. Chelsie was in the living room by herself while I sat up in my bed watching movies.

  Chelsie’s hoe ass gotta leave soon. She’s gettin’ too above herself. Back to the car garage she goes!

  ***********

  I felt a pair of hands sliding up my leg. The room was pitch black. I don’t remember turning the TV off, but it wasn’t on. The door was closed, and the silhouette of a man was on top of me. My vision was somewhat blurry because of the half bottle of liquor I drank before bed.

  He came back!

  Chelsie was wrong the whole time. Governor came back because he wanted me just like I knew he would. He finally took the bait and I wanted to make sure he would never regret it.

  “Governor?”

  “Ssshhhh,” he replied.

  “I’ve been waitin’ for this for a long time.”

  “Me, too, shorty,” he replied in that deep voice of his.

  He tugged at my panties then slid them off. I remembered I didn’t take a shower before bed and began feeling uncomfortable.

  “Wait, let me freshen up.”

  I tried to get up, but he pushed me back down. He ripped my shirt off and my pussy throbbed. He was rough how I imagined.

  “Hurry up and fuck me!” I whispered.

  He turned me over on my stomach and felt for my opening. I heard him unzipping his pants. My head was spinning, and it felt like I had to throw-up, but I held it in and took it like a solider. When Governor entered me, it felt like I was being ripped apart. To keep from waking up Ranira, I stuffed my face into a pillow.

  “FUCCKKKKK this pussy is good!” he groaned. Thank God I didn’t have a headboard because we would’ve put a hole in the wall. He grabbed my hair and slammed into me. Dade had good eggplant, too, but the way Governor was stroking my walls should’ve been a sin.

  “That’s right, shorty. Cum on this dick! This is your dick!” he groaned. His testicles smac
ked against my inner-thighs and my pussy gushed onto the sheets. I’d never came so fast in my life. It was like he knew my body.

  Damn, I love this man!

  Governor had everything I wanted in a man: good looks, money and a big dick. There was no way in hell I was going to let him slip through my fingers. I stuffed my face into the pillow when I came for the second time. He throbbed inside of me then spilled his seeds into me. His body fell next to mine and I laid on his chest, but he pushed me off.

  “Let me go to the bathroom really quick,” he whispered.

  “Okay.”

  I heard him leave out of my bedroom and I saw a glimpse of his back before my eyelids grew heavy…

  ***********

  “Sinna! Get up! Are you hungry?” Chelsie asked. I opened my eyes and hurriedly sat up. My head was still hurting but not as bad as it was before.

  “Where is Governor?” I asked, looking around.

  “Oh, girl, he left right after he fixed the toilet. I was tryna wake you up when he came but he told me you needed to rest,” she replied.

  “Girlllll, he fucked the shit outta me. I mean no man has ever gave me a bomb ass quickie like that before.”

  “Are you sure? I didn’t see him come back here,” she said.

  “He must’ve snuck past you, but he definitely came into my room.”

  “He was only here for ten minutes if that,” she replied.

  “I get that. He said he was going to the bathroom and coming back but he left because I wasn’t feelin’ too good.”

  “I need to lay off the liquor and weed then,” Chelsie replied.

  “What did you cook?”

  “Eggs, pancakes and sausages,” she replied.

  I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to soak in the tub because my body was sore. After I ran the water and added oil and bath salts, I stepped into the tub and leaned my head against the tile. I couldn’t stop smiling if I wanted to. Everything was falling into place.

  Hopefully he can move me into my dream house.

  “Someone named Ricardo is callin’ your phone!” Chelsie yelled from the other side of the door.

  “I’ll call him back lata!”

  I don’t need his money anymore. Governor is ready to take care of me and Ranira.

  Essa

  Four days later…

  I t was almost time for me to get off after a very long day at work. My days seemed longer since Ricardo stopped me from seeing my son. He’d call and let me speak with him for three minutes before he hung up on me. I was saving up for a good lawyer even though Ricardo had the upper-hand because he was one, too. Governor walked into the office with a smirk on his face. He seemed to brighten up my day a tad bit and I tried not to tell him everything because I didn’t want his help. He did enough for me. We had become close friends and talked about a lot of other things. I wasn’t speaking with my cousins yet because I had to focus. Tinka and Kitty didn’t understand the bullshit I was faced with every day, so I had been ignoring their calls.

  “What’s up, Essa? You off tomorrow. What do you have planned for tonight?” Governor asked when he sat across from me.

  “Nothing much, you?”

  “Shit, nothing really. I might slide through my mother’s house tonight since she cooked. We can stop there before I take you home,” he replied.

  “I can catch a cab home.”

  Damn, he’s too helpful. I don’t want to take advantage of him.

  “For what? Yo, what I tell you about that shit? Just say you ain’t tryna hang out wit’ a nigga, Essa.”

  “I’ll slide through your mother’s house witchu,” I replied, and he chuckled. Mayor walked into the office with an attitude. We didn’t talk much because he always seemed to be in deep thought. The fool looked crazy, so I stayed out of his way. He dapped Governor up and gave me the head nod.

  “I’m just gonna go in the back right quick. I’ll lock up,” he said. What Mayor said raised a red flag. Every time they went in the back they come out with book bags or duffel bags or sometimes they went in with bags. It was weird, but I shrugged it off because who else was going to pay me a thousand dollars a week? When the time was right I planned on asking Governor about it.

  “Let’s bounce,” Governor said to me.

  I logged off the computer and grabbed my purse and jean jacket. Governor handed me the keys to his Mercedes G-wagon when we stepped outside.

  “Now you know these bitches are gonna come for my neck after seein’ me behind your wheel.”

  “Fuck these bitches, shorty. What you worried for? We’re two single people just cruisin’ the streets of Annapolis,” he replied.

  Pussy, please stop pulsating!

  I hit the unlock button then climbed into the driver’s seat of his truck. Governor got into the passenger’s seat. Not even a minute later, he was rolling up. He stressed about smoking so much because he had a lot going on which he did. Governor was very busy, and I wondered how his wife would’ve felt if he had one. He’s the type of man you want to lay underneath all day because his personality was just that intoxicating.

  “Do you want more kids?” Governor asked.

  “Yeah, just one. When are you havin’ some?”

  “When I meet the right one, you feel me? Like, females out here just want a nigga’s fortune and that’s it. I need a shorty that’s gonna help me be a better man. If I’m with a woman and I’m thinkin’ about fuckin’ another woman then shit ain’t kosher. And it happens a lot because nobody has held my attention yet,” he replied.

  I hope this fool ain’t thinkin’ about another thot in my presence. What am I even thinkin? He’s not my man.

  “I’m not thinkin’ about these broads, mane. You trippin’.”

  I wanted to jump out of the truck from embarrassment because I picked up a habit of thinking out loud around him.

  “Can you pretend like you don’t hear me, damn?”

  “I don’t think about them while we conversatin’. You keep my mind busy. Plus, I’m tryna see what these chocolate babies you want to have by me look like,” he joked.

  “Just pretend I never said that.”

  “Yo, that was some freaky shit. My dick was hard as fuck when you said that. No lie,” he replied.

  “Now you wanna flirt?”

  “When we’re off the clock and out the building, we can do what we want, shorty. You’re not my tenant nor employee right now. Just Governor and Essa ridin’ around town and smokin’ this kush,” he said.

  He told me to stop at the gas station. When I pulled up into the parking spot, he told me to lean over for a shot gun. I unbuckled my seat belt and did what he told me. My heart raced when his lips touched mine. His cologne mixed with the kush made me aroused. My nipples ached to be sucked and my pussy dripped from wanting to be pounded. He pulled away from me and grinned. I just noticed he popped his bottom row golds into his mouth. He was two different people, a businessman and that hood boy I was falling for. One would assume he was a drug dealer because of the way he carried himself. Whatever it was worked for him because it was attractive. He grabbed my hand and placed it over his erection. Governor was thick and long, and I could only imagine what he could do to me.

  “Just say you want it and we can make it happen,” he said.

  “I—umm. Would that ruin anything?”

  “You want me to fuck you, Essa. It’s all in your body language. I won’t think less of you if this is what you want. Shiddd, I told myself I shouldn’t take it there witchu but it’s a lot of tension between us,” he said and released my hand. I sat back and stared at him for a few seconds, not knowing what to believe.

  “Are we stoppin’ here for condoms? You had intentions on fuckin’ me this whole time?”

  “Yo, what? We’re here because I got the munchies, and besides, one of my homeboy’s own it. You can come in if you want. Matter of fact, get out the truck. See, this what happens when you assume bullshit,” he said.

  “I’m not gettin’
out.”

  Governor got out of the truck and opened the driver’s side door. He pulled me out and a giggle slipped from my lips because of his strength.

  I bet he can handle all of this, too. Wait, am I thinkin’ out loud? Damn it! He said he wasn’t gonna tell me anymore so now I’ll never know. Thanks to my big-ass mouth.