by Tina J
Antoine
I thought my eyes were deceiving me and my ears were hearing things. There’s no way in hell Sharika is standing at my wedding. No way did she ruin my girl’s moment with some bullshit about having a kid, when I know for fact, she aborted them. And no way is she standing there with a smirk on her face as if this was funny.
Once Vanity started crying and she asked if I had a kid, I snapped and took off down the aisle. I used to run track in high school, so you would’ve thought I was flash from one of the marvel cartoons by how fast I made it to her.
Both of my parents told me to never lay hands on a woman but Sharika isn’t a woman. She’s a piece of shit, I wish I never stuck my dick in all those years ago.
“Let her go son.” My mom stood on the side of me as I watched Sharika’s eyes get bigger from me choking her. I wanted to bash her face in, but it wouldn’t be right in front of all these people so choking it is.
“Nah ma. She messed up my girl’s day. She doesn’t deserve to live.”
“Tech, get your son.”
“Hell no Ang. He’s right. She should’ve...” My pops would’ve never allowed a woman to do this to him either, so I know he felt my pain.
“TECH!” She shouted and I felt my father pulling me away, but my hands were still on Sharika’s throat.
“Marco go help him.” I heard my aunt Rakia telling my uncle.
“Let go Antoine. You’re gonna kill her.” My uncle said, and him and my father jerked me away. Sharika’s lifeless body fell to the floor and not one person checked on her.
“Relax.” Marco Jr. said and walked with me down the aisle to check on Vanity. She was sitting on the bench with her head on her mom’s shoulder
I kneeled in front and grabbed her hands. Mascara was running down her eyes and snot was coming down her nose; yet she was still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“Let’s finish.” I turned to the pastor and he was standing there waiting for Vanity to agree.
“I told you something would go wrong.” I pecked her lips and wiped her eyes.
“What did we talk about last night?” I asked and took the handkerchief from Marco Jr. I wiped her face with it and placed it in my pocket.
“Antoine.” I shushed her with my finger.
“What did we promise each other last night?” I repeated the question.
“I know but...”
“But I don’t have any kids and I’m not about to let her ruin anything; are you?”
“Baby I...” She tried to speak.
“Girl you better not let some bitch off the street take this moment away.” Armonie said.
“She already took it.” I could tell how hurt Vanity was and I hated it. I’m gonna get Sharika for this.
“All you have to say is I do Vanity and we can go.” I told her.
“Daddy.” She looked at her father.
“It’s whatever you wanna do but make sure your decision won’t leave you with regrets.” He told her and everyone waited for her answer. It didn’t matter to me because we weren’t leaving outta here until she married me. Vanity Davis was gonna be my wife today.
“What’s it gonna be Vanity?” My mom asked. She stared at me for what felt like forever and a smile finally graced her face.
“My makeup is messed up and...” She surveyed her dress.
“And we’ll fix it.” I made her stand.
“Antoine do you have a kid?”
“Vanity Davis, I swear on everything, I don’t have any kids.” She nodded.
“What about her? I don’t want her here.” We all looked to the back of the church and Sharika was gone. I don’t know where she went, and right now, I don’t care.
“It’s just us baby.” I grabbed her hand and asked the pastor to finish the ceremony.
After he finished and we said I do, we went over to the reception. I refused to let anyone else bother us. Vanity went to step out the limo but like all newlyweds, I wanted to consummate it. I had the driver get out and lock the doors.
“Mrs. Miller, can I have you right here?” She turned around and slid the dress off.
“Absolutely.”
“Stand on the seat and let me eat.” She placed her feet on the side of my legs and used two fingers to open her pussy lips.
“I don’t need help.” I smacked her hand away and feasted on the best pussy I ever had.
“Yes baby. Oh gawd yes.” Her legs squeezed my head as her juices exploded in my mouth.
“Taste like candy.” I helped her down and almost moaned louder than a female when she sucked me off.
“Mmmm baby. I missed you last night.” She sat on my lap.
“You saw me.” I told her.
“Yea, but you weren’t lying next to me.” I laughed because she is spoiled when it comes to me.
“I missed you too.” My lips crashed on hers as she wound her body on me.
“Only one time Vanity.” I told her about sex. She and I can go round for round before tapping out.
“Fine!” She pretended to have an attitude until I lifted her body and forced myself in. Her teeth went in the side of my neck at the same time she dug her nails in my back. All you heard was the two of us moaning and skin smacking against each other. I put my hands on her shoulders and dug deep as I could inside from behind.
“Antoine it’s hurting. Shit.” I stopped and turned her around. Vanity had a few tears coming down her face. I know it hurt sometimes but not to where she’s crying.
“What’s wrong?” I felt bad because she was holding her side.
“I’m sorry. We can stop.” I started rubbing it for her.
“I’m pregnant Antoine.” I sat back on the seat and put her on my lap.
“Now we’re complete.” She smiled and nodded. We weren’t tryna have a kid until we got married and look.
“How far are you?”
“Five weeks.” I pulled her close and kissed her aggressively. I felt her get on top and tried to stop her because of the pain but she said her husband wasn’t gonna have blue balls and rode the hell outta me.
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“The Millers finally got out the limo.” I heard Marco Jr. say on the microphone when we stepped in the reception. People started clapping and congratulating us. We stepped out for the first dance and I couldn’t keep my eyes off Vanity. She was beautiful inside and out. I know I made the right choice choosing her.
Throughout the night, we danced, laughed and had a good time. Marco Jr did his best man speech and Armonie did one for Vanity. They’ve become very close since she’s been with VJ. After the cake we were getting ready to leave for our honeymoon, when I turned around to see about six cops coming in.
“Antoine Miller you’re under arrest for the assault and battery of a Sharika Holmes. You have the right to remain silent...” As he went on, I could see Vanity crying.
“Take my wife home.” I told VJ but I could hear Vanity saying no and she’s coming.
On the way to the station, the cop whose car I was in told me Sharika’s aunt is the one who brought her down to the station. Evidently, someone dropped her off on the side of the road and strangers drove her to the hospital. I should kill those bastards for tryna help.
Anyway, Sharika told her I did it and she wanted me to suffer since I’m trying to live my life without her. What I couldn’t figure out is why the bitch returned? What does she want?
I thought she’d never come back after the shit she did. I should’ve killed her a long time ago like I planned but being nice, I let her live. My mistake but it won’t happen again.
Two hours later, my wife paid the bail and stood there in her wedding dress waiting. VJ, Marco Jr., Brayden and even Haven were with her. Vanity ran straight to me and jumped in my arms. You’d think I did a bid by the way she cried. I had to remember she’s pregnant and women cry at the drop of a dime.
“Antoine!” Someone shouted and we all turned around. There stood Sharika’s ugly ass aunt with a smi
rk on her face.
“Tha fuck you want.”
“I thought you might wanna meet your son.” She pulled a little boy from the vending machine and turned him around. I swear, I was staring at myself as a kid. Vanity let my hand go and walked over to him. She lifted his face, turned him from side to side and looked at me.
“Get yo hands off my face bitch.” The little boy said and Marco Jr had to hold me back. I was about to whoop his ass.
“What you say?” Vanity asked.
“I said, let my…” I saw Vanity squeeze his cheeks a little.
“I don’t know where your mother is or if she let you speak like that, but if you talk to me that way again, I’ll pop you in the mouth.”
“No the fuck...” Vanity cut him off.
“Test me.” He went to say something and Sharika’s aunt tried it.
“Bitch just because he made you his wife don’t mean shit. That’s his son, not yours.” Vanity swung her head around and stared at the aunt.
“This your son Antoine?” Vanity asked and I didn’t know how to answer it.
“Is he?” I saw how much it was hurting her to hear my answer.
“Since you don’t know, I suggest you find out. I mean his mother came back to reclaim what was hers right? I’m guessing this is her way of getting your attention.” She turned to the aunt who had a smile on her face
“Oh, this is funny?”
“It sure the hell is. Walking around here tryna be my niece.”
“Who the fuck is your niece and why would I want to be her?” Her aunt laughed.
“Because he still loves her. You’ll never be the first baby mother or have his heart. You’re a dumb ass ho who…” Is all I heard. I knew then, it was over for Sharika’s aunt.
“VANITY!” VJ shouted but it was too late. My wife had already pounced on her. Cops came outta nowhere and now she was arrested.
“I’ll take her home.” VJ said.
“Nah. I got her.”
“Antoine, you have some things to handle.” He pointed to the little boy and I walked out.
“Yo! You leaving him?” Marco Jr. asked.
“I don’t know who that is.”
“He looks just like you.” I stopped.
“The bitch told me she got rid of it. How the fuck did she have a kid and I didn’t know?”
“You weren’t looking for her. When she left, you were happy.” I was so mad, I punched out a window in one of the police cars.
“Let me get you outta here before you get locked back up.” He pushed me towards his car.
“I can’t leave my wife.”
“You know her brother and cousins ain’t about to let anything happen to her.” I took one last look at the police station and got in the car. How did shit get this bad?
Sharika
After Antoine choked me half to death, I ended up in the hospital and decided to lay low. You damn right I stopped the wedding. If Antoine should be marrying anyone, it should be me.
The night I saw him propose to the Vanity bitch on stage, my heart broke. I had two abortions by him and had to skip town to keep the son I do have. How could he marry a woman he barely even knew?
I thought about bouncing back to Texas with the money Haven gave me, but why should I? Why should my son be without his father any longer?
My aunt told me how she went to the jail and let Antoine see his son. Then, proceeded to inform me about his fake ass wife telling my son she’ll pop him in the mouth if he cursed at her again. Who the hell did this woman think she was? She may have married Antoine but like my aunt said, Ant is his son, not hers.
The money Haven has given me was in my bank and I used it to stay at a hotel. I could’ve stayed at my aunts but then Antoine would’ve come there, and I couldn’t take the chance of him taken Ant. Some may look at the way I handled things as being petty but who cares?
“Ma, can we go to a park? It’s boring sitting inside.” My son asked. It was Saturday and nice as hell out.
“Sure honey.” We put our sneakers on, I dressed my daughter and took a stroll down the street. The park was a few blocks over.
When we got there, it was packed. So many kids and parents out here enjoying the weather. I found a seat on a bench under a tree and told Ant it’s where I’d be. He waved and joined the kids on the sliding boards and swings.
“Tha fuck is wrong with you?” I jumped at Haven’s voice behind me. I turned and had to bite down on my lips by how sexy he is.
“Bitch please. My man don’t want your non fucking ass.” I saw his girl sitting on a different bench with a baby stroller.
“You had a kid?” I asked ignoring the chick.
“None of your got damn business. Why you try and ruin their wedding?” I sucked my teeth. Why is he asking and why does he even care?
“The whole time you knew where his father was and could’ve spoken to him then. Why you wait? Is it a game to you because I can guarantee it’s not one you wanna play with him.”
“Oh please. He’s harmless.” I waved him off and pulled my daughter out the stroller. I figured he wouldn’t knock me upside my head if she were on my lap. But then again, it is Haven, so I don’t know.
“Was he harmless when he told your ass to leave town and never come back or he’ll kill you?” He flicked his toothpick to the other side of his mouth.
“Oh, I know the whole truth now. The truth on why you were being sneaky. But how’s it turning out for you?” I rolled my eyes.
“He still married my fiancé’s cousin, they’re expecting, she still has that big ass house, nice truck, and if I’m not mistaken, all his money and she’s on the deeds to his businesses. So, I ask again; what did you think would happen by blasting that shit at his wedding?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” He laughed.
“You’re right. I wouldn’t because if a bitch told me to leave her the fuck alone, I would.” He looked at his fiancé.
“Except her. She stuck with me for life.” I waved him off.
“If a man don’t want you, why you stalking him? What? You miss his dick or something?”
“Haven, I’m ready.” His girl stood up.
“I gotta go but if I were you, I’d let that man get a test to make sure the kid is his, set up a custody agreement and move on with my life because you see.” He moved closer.
“Haven not here.” His girl said looking around.
“Antoine don’t play about his wife. I suggest you move the fuck on before your son grows up without a mother.” He gave me a dirty look.
“Not that he shouldn’t after you wasted all these years not allowing him to meet his dad. Stupid ass bitch.” He tossed the toothpick at me, mushed me in the head so hard, I hit my daughters and walked off.
I searched for my son at the playground and kept my eyes on him. I’m not agreeing to anything except Antoine being with me, and us raising our son together.
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“When can Antoine get a test?” I heard and turned to see the Vanity bitch standing in my job. How the hell did she get in here? I looked around and the job seemed to be deserted all of a sudden.
“Girl please. Antoine isn’t the only one with connections. My sister in law’s father has a reach like I’ve never seen before.” She hopped on the desk.
“He doesn’t need a test. My son looks just like him.”
“I definitely see a resemble and I thought the same until seeing you. The little boy has you in him as well.” She said moving closer.
“What do you want?”
“Well. My husband needs to know if he has a child and why the mother kept him a secret? No wait! The real question is, why did you return?” I smirked.
“I’m not threatened by you at all. You’re his past and I mean way back in his past. Shit, he’s had other women before me sooooooo, if I’m threatened by you, I should be with them as well.” She shrugged.
“Anyway, what day do you wanna set up the DNA test?”
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bsp; “Why are you here? His father...”
“Wants to kill you.” My eyes got big.
“Yea. I thought it was best for me to do the negotiating, don’t you think?” She flicked something off her nail.
“This is my last time asking because I have shit to do.” I folded my arms across my chest and leaned on the wall.
“I don’t have to answer you.”
“I thought you’d say that which is why Haven already picked his hardheaded ass up. That boy is gonna learn to respect adults in this family; if and it’s a strong if, he’s Antoine’s son.”
“Oh there’s no if’s. He is Antoine’s and I’m not worried about Haven because he’s not on his...” She didn’t let me finish.
“Bitch, didn’t I just say their family has connections? I thought Haven was playing when he said you’re dumb.” She hopped off the desk.
“How the hell?”
“Don’t worry. The little boy don’t fuck with Haven and he’ll drop him back off at school afterwards.” She looked me up and down.
“Now like I said, if the little boy is his, Antoine will do his job as a father.”
“Excuse me.”
“He’ll introduce himself and try to mend the bond you failed to let him have. Oh, and as his stepmother, I will knock the shit outta him, if he talks to me the way he did when we first met.”
“You better not touch my son.” She laughed.
“Then you better teach him the correct way to speak to others. Got him out here disrespecting adults.”
“He doesn’t speak to me that way.” She folded her arms.
“That’s a lie because he’s too fluent in cursing and let’s say he doesn’t. He’s disrespecting you by talking that way period. It makes people think he doesn’t have any home training and after the stunt you pulled, I can tell he doesn’t.” I walked up on her and some guy came outta nowhere.
“Antoine doesn’t play when it comes to me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means this guy here is my bodyguard and he’ll do whatever’s necessary. I suggest you back the hell up before he beats your ass, after me.” I sucked my teeth.
“I’ll see you soon.” The bitch winked and walked away. Five minutes later, everybody returned to work. What kind of shit they have going on?