Two Sides to a Love Story: Rico & Raja's Story

by Natavia

  “Back the hell out, Tessa so Rico can leave!” I tell her simple ass. She backs out.

  “Holla at me later!” I say to Rico. Tessa gets out the car slamming her door. She is a beautiful woman but her shape is a little wrong. Her top half is way bigger than her bottom half. She has big titties and a flabby stomach, but her arms and legs are real skinny. She resembles Jill Scott in the face.

  “Why haven’t you been calling me?” she asks.

  “I’ve been doing what niggas my age do Tessa! Does your husband know you over here?” I ask her getting under her skin. I’m not going to lie. I have some love for Tessa but her ass married with two kids. One of them is a few years younger than me. I think my feelings came from dealing with her so long, but we can’t do shit. All we do is stay cooped up in the crib, fucking. I’m bored with her. I was actually being faithful to her and was stuck on her when I was younger. I didn’t care about nothing but fucking an older woman. Now, the shit irks my nerves.

  “Where are you coming from?” she asks me.

  “I have a headache shorty, why you fucking with me?” I ask her.

  “I miss you!” she says to me.

  “Oh word? You didn’t hit me up last week when you was out of town with your husband did you?” I ask, slightly being jealous. I know I can have a bad bitch but this woman fucks my head up.

  She hugs me. “I want to be with so bad Tarae!” she says with watery eyes. I wipe her tears. “I think maybe it’s time you and I stop this don’t you think?” I ask her and she cries harder.

  “Damn it Tessa! You getting on my fucking nerves with this shit! You can’t keep fucking me then go home to your nigga and turn around and question me. I’m sick of this shit! Stop popping up on me whenever you feel like it. Do I pop over your house? No, I don’t so show me the same respect,” I tell her.

  “Why are you being so cold? Is there someone else?” she asks me.

  “I’m tired of this situation. I’m only twenty. Why do I need to settle for this situation? The shit is over with Tessa. I got love for you but at the same time, this here between you and I needs to end,” I explain.

  “Fine then! Don’t call me when you want some,” she says to me.

  “Then you come over here in that nigga’s car!” I yell at her and she jumps.

  “My car doesn’t work,” she yells back.

  “Goodbye Tessa!” I say, turning around walking to my door.

  “Can we just make love one more time?” she asks me.

  “Yesssssss! Tarae fuck me!” she moans as I have her bent over the kitchen table. I try gripping her ass cheeks while hitting it from behind, but my hands keep slipping off because she has nothing back there. She has stretch marks on her ass and I’m trying to figure out how because it didn’t get bigger. Her pussy is nasty wet though. She throws her ass back as I pull her hair. She moans as the table slams into the wall.

  I look down and watch my dick that’s coated with her juices, slide in and out of her tight, small pussy. Tessa has a very small vagina but it takes all of me. I pull her hair harder, bending her head back.

  “I love you Taraeeeeeee!” she moans cumming on my dick.

  “I love you too! Fuck! Shit!” I say as I grunt, spilling a whole load into her. I pray to God she still has that IUD in her. Now I was stuck with her ass all over again. I regret fucking her again already because I know her drama isn’t going to stop. She goes to her drawer, pulling out her underclothes then goes into the shower. I sit down on the couch naked, rolling up a blunt. Her cell phone rings and it’s her bitch ass husband. I pick it up and turn her phone off. She can talk to that nigga when she gets home!

  Rico

  “Nigga, lay that shit down right,” I tell Mashawn. We are putting a shed up for him and Tarae’s football coach. Tarae’s just sitting down on the cooler on his phone. I throw a screwdriver at him.

  “Get your black ass over here and help nigga! Fuck wrong with you? I told you stop fucking that STOP sign shaped broad! Nigga, do you know her shape speaks for itself? Nigga, just STOP fucking with her,” I tell him then Mashawn laughs. This nigga clowns my baby mama but he gets mad when you talk about Tessa old ass.

  “Not today my nigga. I’m not in the mood,” he says.

  “What, you in love my G?” I ask him not seeing this side of him before.

  “Yo, stop asking me shit,” he says getting up and getting the paint.

  “Say no more,” I say, nailing the four by four into place.

  The coach’s daughter walks outside by the pool in a little ass bikini. It’s warm outside but it’s not that warm.

  “Yo, check out the snow bunny,” Mashawn says with his Slim Jim hanging out his mouth. Mashawn looks identical to the singer Weekend. He just has a close cut with the waves instead of those huge ass dreads.

  “Check out what? Bitch doesn’t have no ass, no titties, nothing,” I say.

  “There goes something for you, Tarae. You like broads with no ass! At least she younger and not going through menopause. I know Tessa be having hot flashes when y’all be getting it in!” I tell him cracking up. I don’t give a fuck about his mood though. When Raja and I be falling out he stays clowning. That’s just how we niggas bond.

  “Man, I already smashed her. That’s why she is out here trying to get my attention. Her pussy was dry as fuck! It was tight though, but dry like shit,” he says then we laughs.

  “You a hoe ass nigga,” Mashawn tells him.

  “Whatever nigga! Tell Rico how you be getting your girl to suck on your man titties!” Tarae says loosening up.

  “What?” I ask laughing.

  “Yo, I drop Mashawn off at home right? His girl was throwing his clothes out the door. So he gets out the whip and they start arguing and then she puts this nigga’s business out. She sucks his man titties and he be letting her suck his toes,” Tarae says.

  I look at Mashawn and falls over laughing. Mashawn messes with Kenyatta. She works with Raja and that’s how they became cool because Mashawn always brings her around when he comes around. They clicked instantly and the next thing I know, Kenyatta works with Raja at the salon.

  “Yo, Kenyatta goes hard like that?” I ask.

  “She loves me, what the fuck? I don’t discriminate in the bedroom. Long as she doesn’t go near where I shit out of I don’t care what she does,” he says.

  My cell phone rings and it’s Zy’s daycare.

  When I answer, the director tells me Zy has a fever and has been throwing up. They tried getting in touch with Raja but she didn’t answer.

  “Y’all finish this up. I need to go and pick up Zy. They’re saying he is sick,” I tell them taking off my gloves.

  “Okay bet! Hit me up and let me know what’s going on with little man,” Tarae says. I give him and Mashawn dap. I grab my tool box and starts heading out. From the corner of my eye I see Tarae sneaking in the pool house with his coach’s daughter. That nigga is wild.

  On my way to pick Zy up Raja calls me.

  “Yooo!” I answered.

  “I will meet you at the pediatrics!” she says then hangs up in my ear. We still haven’t talked about the Fashion situation. Raja will just ignore me and act like I’m not even there. She doesn’t even sleep next to me anymore. She goes to the basement and sleeps down there. I try talking to her and she brushes me off. I don’t know what Fashion said to her and when I called and asked Fashion, she tells me nothing. I know my shorty. Whatever Fashion said to Raja must have really bothered her because Raja doesn’t even look at me. She would call me asking me about Zy then she would just hang up on me.

  I felt bad picking Zy up because he looks like he doesn’t feel good. His little body is warm and soon as I picked him up, he just clung to me. One thing about my son is he doesn’t like to be held.

  “Damn, he’s sexy!” I heard one of the girls say at the daycare as I was signing him out. She looks at me then blows me a kiss and I shake my head. Women bold as hell these days. I now understands why Raja is always
asking me has anyone tried talking to me whenever I pick Zy up.

  When I pulled up to the doctor’s office, Raja was standing in front of the building. She had on a pair of ripped jeans and a pink button-up shirt with Jamie’s salon logo on it. She has a pair of black heels on her feet with her pink Gucci shades covering her eyes. Raja’s hair is in a short cut with soft curls framing her head. You would’ve never thought she had a good grain of hair as much as she wears a weave. She pops her gum and I can tell by her facial expression she’s rolling her eyes at me.

  “Awww, mommy baby doesn’t feel good?” she says holding her arms out. I give Zy to her and she turns her nose up at me.

  “Fuck wrong with you now?” I ask her.

  “Umph!” she says walking into the building. Raja signs him in and we wait for him to get called back. Surprisingly she sat next to me. Then I notice a few broads staring at me. Raja takes her shades off grilling them. I shake my head because I don’t be paying these broads attention.

  “If you even think about making googly eyes at them I will snatch those bitches right out your fucking head!” she grits as Zy sleeps peacefully in her arms.

  “At least motherfuckers paying me attention. Too bad I can’t get my shorty to notice me! You don’t even fucking talk to me,” I whisper.

  “That’s because I’m sick of you. You ain’t shit but a fucking hoe,” she spats.

  “If she doesn’t want him I will take him. Shit, that nigga fine as hell!” I heard one of the receptionists whisper to the other one. Raja must have heard it too.

  “Well go ahead then! This nigga ain’t shit! It will be less stress for me. At least I will no longer have to worry about his other BABY MAMA calling all the damn time,” she tells them and they rolled their eyes at her. I cannot believe this crazy bitch put my business out. Fashion’s dumb ass told Raja about our son and that’s why she’s been acting like this.

  “Yo, you a simple ass fucking broad! You couldn’t wait ‘til we got home for this bullshit?” I ask her. The nurse called us back before she could respond. Once we go back she checks Zy out then his pediatrician comes in, Dr. Olstein. He has been Zy’s doctor since Raja had him. He tells us that Zy has an upper-respiratory infection. He wrote us a prescription and we head out. Raja carries him to her truck. I get in mine and pull off going home.

  We pull up at the same time. She walks in and I walk in behind her. I go to the kitchen and she goes to wash Zy up to get him ready for bed. She walks back down the steps into the kitchen.

  “Yo, we need to talk because I can’t live like this,” I tell her. I’m stressed the fuck out at home. It’s been times when I couldn’t wait to see Raja. She would curse me out all day but I didn’t care about that. But, now sometimes I hate being around her.

  “You want to talk now?” she asks me crossing her arms.

  “I’ve wanted to talk, Raja! But every time I try you brush that shit off! Not today though. We’re talking about this shit. If you continue to ignore our problems I will leave. The way I see it there is no room for me in your life; never has been! All I have ever done was chase behind you. You will fuck my whip up, show out around my niggas embarrassing me, but I never gave up. I always wanted you to be my girl! From the first time I met you at the shop I wanted you. I just had to have you. Since day one I have always been about you! When are you going to be about Rico?” I ask her.

  “When Rico stops fucking everything! You and that bitch had a baby and you didn’t say shit about it,” she says yelling.

  “HE IS FUCKING DEAD! I got y’all pregnant around the same time! She had him a few weeks before you had Zy! You and I weren’t together. so yes I was fucking with her and you! What was the point of me telling you I have a dead son? I even hate talking about the shit! I don’t like to relive that moment, Raja! I don’t talk about it to her and she was the one who gave birth to him. So I don’t like bringing up the subject,” I tell her.

  “Don’t you think I should have known about you and this bitch’s history? I can’t even say its history because you keep running back to her ass. This hoe is a fucking problem and you making it easy for her to maneuver her way in our fucking life. I don’t give a damn if you sleep on that bitch’s floor. You have no business being in her damn home when this is your fucking home. You want to get some rest you take your ass into another room. You left out of here two in the morning to go to another bitch’s house,” she says.

  “Okay Raja, I was wrong. But it’s two sides to a fucking story! This shit is not all on me! You did your shit too,” I tell her. I’m not going to even stand here and let this lil bitch make it seem like I’m all of our problems.

  “What have I done, Rico?” she asks me with a straight face. I’m waiting for this bitch to tell me she’s joking.

  “Why can’t you tell me you love me, Raja? I tell you all the time. When I walk out that door my day is never promised to me, so I tell you every fucking chance that I get so you will never have to question it. Why can’t you tell me? Besides your bickering and fucking me I don’t know how you really feel about me. Yeah, you are here but I’m talking about emotionally. You curse me out for no reason. You be putting your hands on me and I swear if you know what the fuck I know, you better be lucky you’re still breathing,” I say.

  “I don’t know what the fuck you talking about,” she says checking her nails like I’m just some bitch-made nigga. Shorty not paying me any mind. I would be wrong if I upper-cut her lil ass!

  I banged my hand on the fridge as hard as I could. “Why can’t you fucking tell me?” I yell at her making her jump.

  “BECAUSE I DON’T!” she yells back at me.

  “Yeah, I know you don’t. But I know a broad that does,” I say walking out of her face. I go upstairs and checks up on my son. I kiss his forehead then goes to the master bedroom into the closet. I grab my backpack then moves some shoe boxes from in front of the safe. I put Zy birthdate in then grab a few stacks putting them in my backpack. It was the money we were saving up to buy a house in a few years, but that future is gone. I only take a little bit of my half. This broad knows better than to take my money.

  “So, you about to run to that bitch?” she asks me. I brush past her, ignoring her.

  “Do you hear me talking to you?” she asks me.

  “Yeah I hear your hoe ass talking. I don’t give a fuck about that though! I should’ve known better then to fall in love with a hoe anyway,” I tell her.

  She swipes the stuff off her vanity then climbs on top standing up on it.

  “What the fuck you up there for?” I ask her simple ass.

  “You running to that ugly bitch?” she asks me with tears in her eyes. Now she’s in her feelings? I’m tired of her!

  “From this moment on what I do or who I fuck is none of your business. You do you shorty! Just don’t have a nigga around my son,” I tell her turning around. Next thing I know this crazy bitch jumps on my back, digging her nails in my face. She grips my hair then started raining blows on me. Now, I’m not going to lie. These punches hurt like shit; she’s really trying to fuck a nigga up.

  “Yo, get the fuck off of me,” I tell her reaching back. I hope I get a hold of her shirt. If I do I’m slinging her ass down the steps.

  “AWWWWWW! FUCK! BITCH!” I say as Raja bites my shoulder hard as she could. This bitch needs help asap!

  She bites my arm digging her nails into my face even harder. I reach around my waist yanking her by the leg and she falls hard onto the floor. I pick her up then slam her onto the bed.

  “STOP PUTTING YOUR HANDS ON ME!” I tell her. She’s still kicking and crying, acting a fool.

  “Let me go bitch! You about to leave me and your son for that bitch? Let me go now nigga!” she says kicking and screaming, carrying on.

  “YO! CHILL THE FUCK OUT! JUST LET ME GET MY SHIT AND LEAVE!” I yell at her. She knees me in my stomach then I let her go, and when I do, she slaps me in the face with her fingernail slipping into my eye.

  “W
HAP! WHAP!” I slap her across the face.

  “Bitch, I keep telling you to stop fucking putting your hands on me,” I tell her as she curls up on the bed holding her face. Our son wakes up crying and that’s how I know I need to get away from her as soon as possible.

  I go into Zy’s room picking him up. I hear the front door open then closes. I know it’s Lace getting in from work.

  “What’s going on? What happened to your face?” she asks me.

  Once Zy calms down, I lay him back down. It’s fucked up how I and his mama got to go through this shit.

  I grab my backpack bolting down the steps, and Raja flies down behind me with a stun gun. Now I might have to kill this hoe.