by Natavia
“You damn right I am. That nigga won the Mega Millions! He has money and he fucks me good! He spoils me and all that,” he says.
“Tarae is fucking you up for fucking his daddy! Tarae isn’t all that right in the head. I think that nigga got hit too much on the field,” I tell him.
“I’m not scared of no damn Tarae,” Tataliscious says.
“Be honest, you knew that was his daddy though didn’t you?” I ask, falling out.
“Yup, and I don’t give a fuck. Who you think bought that Infiniti truck I’m pushing? Fuck Tarae,” Tata says and I just shake my head.
Lace’s phone rings and she ignores it. It has been doing that a lot lately but she will never answer it. I want to know what’s up with that.
I park my truck and get out. We walk through Nordstrom’s, shooting straight towards the shoe department.
“I think you would look good in these, Lace,” I say holding up some gladiator sandals with a little heel on them.
“These are cute,” she actually agreed.
“You not mad at Tataliscious are you?” I ask her.
“Nope! I actually find him to be entertaining!” she says. You really can’t take Tataliscious seriously.
“Heyyyyy, Raja!” a voice says to me. I turn around and it’s Fashion’s funny-looking ass!
“Girl, you know better than fucking speaking to me,” I say to her then she pouts, “Awwww, what a shame! I was hoping we can be cordial,” she says.
“Cordial for what, bitch?” I asked her dropping my Louie bag. Lace hurriedly picks it up off the floor. Her and those damn germs she is paranoid about.
Tataliscious comes over then stands next to me grilling Fashion.
“You look handsome today young man,” he says to her.
“Excuse me?” she says.
“You are excused, sir! Raja, don’t let this tapeworm get into your ass. Let this bitch be miserable by herself while you continue to be GORGEOUS,” Tataliscious snaps, then drops down on the floor kicking his leg up in drag fashion. Fashion’s whole face just dropped.
“Beauty is skin deep! Rico loves me for me and not because I’m some fake-ass Barbie,” Fashion says in her defense.
“See, cause bitch I heard about you. I was waiting for you at the doe,” he says cocking his head to the side swinging his inches. Did Tata really just mock that guy they have all in the vines from that “Scared Straight” show? Lace starts giggling then snorts. A few people in the store even fell out laughing.
I hear babbling that sounds familiar. Zy may not be talking much but I know my baby’s voice when I hear it. I start looking around. I see Rico and Zy walking up and Rico has bags in one hand holding Zy in the other. Zy has on a fresh outfit and was all smiling, smacking his daddy in the face. Then it hits me how much I missed us three under the same roof.
Fashion is all smiling and I hope this bitch is not here with my son. If this bitch has been around my son I’m stabbing her and Rico!
“There you two are,” Fashion says then Rico looks at her like she lost her mind. I hope like hell she did and he doesn’t know what’s going on.
He comes over to us and Zy reaches out to me. I kissed his cheek and he pulls at my hoop earrings. Rico moves his hands so he wouldn’t snatch them out of my ear. Fashion just stands there looking silly as Rico interacts with us.
Fashion clears her throat. “Do you not see me standing here?” she asked him.
“What’s up?” he asks her.
“Ummm, didn’t you just say there you two are? Like, you were with them or something?” Lace asked surprising all of us.
“Right,” Tataliscious says as I grill Rico.
“You got this bitch around my son?” I asked him.
“Yo, what the fuck y’all miserable asses talking about?” he asks me.
“Rico, you didn’t let me ride to the mall with y’all?” Fashion asked calling him out.
“Since when did a ride mean anything?” he asks us. I know this nigga did not have this bitch around my son.
“So, she was around my son?” I asked Rico. If I didn’t have Zy right here I would be going off.
“Man, I’m out!” he kisses Zy forehead then bops off with Fashion trailing behind him.
“Damn, Raja. You really did lose your nigga,” Tataliscious says. The rest of the day I didn’t say much. I just shopped with a lot of stuff on my mind. If Rico is with Fashion now, what am I going to do?
Rico
“You starting to become messy, you know that? You hollered about your car breaking down and how much you needed a ride. I gave you one because you looked out for me when I needed some sleep. Yo, you wrong! Now, my baby mama going to give me hell when I want to get my son. Do you even care?” I ask Fashion as she rode in the passenger seat.
“No the fuck I don’t care! I came to the mall with you and I was leaving the mall with you! Every time she comes around you switch up,” she says.
“Switch up how? You already know there isn’t shit going on with us! Yo, I need to stay away from you!” I tell her then she starts fighting on me. I had to pull over on the side of the road.
“I’m sick of you!” she screams climbing on top of me, pounding my chest. I grab her arms. “Yo, chill the fuck out! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I ask her as her chest heaved up and down. My eyes travel down to her full breast. Her nipples are pressed firmly against the fabric of her maxi dress. I lick my lips as my dick hardens. It’s been a minute since I had some pussy and the way Fashion’s dress hugs her curves is making me want her physically.
Whap! “You piece of shit! I’m ready to fuck other niggas,” she screams. I push her across the seat and her ass is facing me. I lift her dress up snatching her underwear off. I grab the back of her neck pushing her face further into the seat. I free myself thrusting inside of her and she yelps.
“This is what you want, huh? You want me fuck you?” I asked her as I ram my dick into her. This is what she wanted and now this is what she will get.
She grabs a hold of the door as I fucked her harder. I smacked her ass.
“Throw that shit back, Fashion! You been begging for the dick! Throw it back at me!” I tell her but she couldn’t throw it back! She is now laying on her stomach legs spread out wide. Fashion is not experienced like that but her pussy is sooo good I don’t give a fuck!
“Ricccooooooooo!” she moans clawing at the passenger’s door.
I’m on a verge of busting a nut. I turn her around wrapping her legs around me, ripping her dress, hungrily taking a nipple into my mouth. She sucks my neck on the side with Raja’s name on it. I don’t think she realizes she is kissing and sucking on where her name is at. Fashion and I goes at like wild animals. I’m sweating and she is sweating. I know her ass is sticking to the leather seats. The windows are foggy and the truck rocks as I fuck her.
I grips underneath her ass cheeks holding her still, as I slam into her body making her moan my name louder. I open my eyes and its Raja’s face seductively staring at me. I slow down kissing on her lips slipping my tongue inside of her mouth. I grab a handful of her hair grips it tighter as I slowly thrust into her. Raja likes when I fuck her nice and slow.
“I love you Rico!” she says. I give her a powerful thrust, lifting her lower body from off of the seat. Her legs shakes and her nipples harden. I can feel the small goose-like bumps forming on her skin as she climaxes.
“I love you too shorty!” I say as my balls tighten up and the head of my dick got sensitive. My breathing sped up, my dick got harder and it throbs against her g-spot making her scream, cumming again but this time I came with her. I open my eyes and Fashion is staring me in the face with misty eyes. I get back in my seat putting the windows down. I couldn’t even look at her.
She tries fixing her dressed where I ripped it at.
“You were thinking of her weren’t you?” she asked me.
I didn’t answer her because she knows the answer to that.
I silently drive to her apa
rtment. She gets out slamming the door then I pull off. I love two women but I’m only in love with one of them. I’m in some deep shit because I shouldn’t have fucked Fashion. I feel like I just cheated on Raja although she and I are not together, but we haven’t even been broken up long. A nigga out here living foul as fuck right about now.
Three days later…
I pull up to Cam and Royal’s crib with Mashawn and Tarae. They are having a big cookout around the back. They have a deejay and a moon bounce for the kids. A clown is doing tricks for some kids while others get their face painted. It was packed! I haven’t heard from Raja since I saw her at the mall three days ago.
“Damn her ass is fat! I would just stick my whole face in that shit,” Tarae says.
“Her ass is sitting upright though! Shorty got them clappers,” I say to him. When the girl turns around I was shocked it was Lace, with those big ass glasses on.
“Damn, Lace! Your ass fat as fuck! Can I rub it?” Tarae asks her and she blushes shyly.
“Yo, you know if you touch her ass she will run straight to the shower!” I tell Tarae.
Raja comes switching pass me with a purple two–piece, high-waist bathing suit on. Zy gave her a lot of stretch marks on her stomach, so she hides it. She has a black net cover-up over it but you can still see her meaty ass cheeks hanging from the bottom of it. Her breasts are nice and full and her hair has those soft, short curls framing her face. Her make up is done and she is rocking purple glitter lipstick with her Chanel shades on. Her toe nails have purple glitter polish on them and she is wearing black sandals with purples stones on them. She pops her gum throwing all her ass around. That lil bitch knows what she is doing. Raja better not be out here being hot in her ass.
“What’s up baby mama?” I ask her grabbing her arm. She snatches it away from me.
“Don’t what’s up me with your cheating ass,” she says to me.
“You look sexy but why you got all your ass out? Fuck you walking around here like this for?” I ask her.
“Nigga, I’m single fixin’ to mingle!” she says now swirling a Twizzler around her tongue. A few niggas walk pass, both of them turning around to look at Raja’s ass. I grill them. “Fuck y’all niggas looking at?” I ask them.
They mumble some shit then walks off. I can tell now this is going to be a long ass day.
“Where my son at?” I asked her.
“Corey has him, now excuse me,” she says walking out of my face. I grab at her again. “Raja, if I see you talking to a nigga while I’m here it’s going to be some shit,” I tell her.
“Oh, you mean how I saw you with that bitch Fashion? What’s the difference Rico? You telling me what to do when you out here doing what you want! I simply told you I don’t want that bitch around my son. You not even respecting me but let a nigga come around Zy! You’ll be out here acting an ass! Besides, you told me I can do what I want so that’s what I’m doing. Grow up Rico!” she says switching off and I counted ten niggas looking at her ass, clearing the way for her as she switches through.
“What’s up Big Trouble? Where is Little China?” Corey asks me.
“Fuck that bitch!” I say giving him dap.
“Where Zy at?” I ask him.
“Cam took him. But what’s been up with you nigga?” he asks me sipping his Corona.
“Shit, a nigga stressing! Baby mama tripping on me and fucking with Fashion got me in the dog house!” I tell him.
“You still fuck with Fashion’s ugly ass?” he says in disbelief.
“Yo, don’t start that shit with me nigga. Let’s not forget Myla’s ugly ass! I wouldn’t touch that bitch with a ten-foot pole! That hoe looked like Craig Mac in the face! She looked better dead than what she did alive,” I tell him. Myla was a chick that Corey was cheating on Tee-Tee with. But she was killed months back leaving out of a club. Tee-Tee doesn’t know but I went to Myla’s funeral with Corey. Corey said that was the least he could do since he dogged her out so much.
Corey laughs. “Nigga, you wrong! But she did look better dead though. I had to make sure I was at the right funeral,” he says as Killa walks over.
“What’s up my G?” Killa asked giving me dap.
“Shit chilling, trying to survive,” I say to him.
“What’s up with you? I hear that y’all moving to California,” I stated.
“Yeah, a nigga is moving. I’m trying to sign more artists and shit. We moving next week and I’m not going to miss this place at all. I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here and start over new. I got my daughters and my shorty with me, so I’m going to be good nigga,” Killa says and I nod my head.
“Nigga, you better not get out there beating my sister up neither. I know how Jamie’s mouth can get. I’m going to be on the next thing smoking,” Corey tells him and Killa waves him off.
“Nigga, I would slap her ass in your face. Fuck I need to go all the way out there for just to do that?” Killa asks and we laugh.
Tarae walks up to us and Corey grills him. “Fuck you got this bitch ass nigga with you for?” Corey asks me.
“Say what my nigga?” Tarae asked stepping to him.
All of a sudden they broke out laughing.
He gives Tarae dap. “Let me hide my chain before you rob me with your bitch ass!” Corey says to Tarae.
“Go ahead nigga,” Tarae says. I don’t know why Tarae be robbing niggas when his pops won all that money. I knew he didn’t give a fuck then when he took five-hundred dollars out of our cousin, Jay’s pocket after I killed him. That shit still fucks with me.
“Where Mashawn big ass at?” Killa asked. Mashawn walks up with a plate piled up with food.
“Damn, this shit good. Who cooked this food, damn!” he says moaning, stuffing a piece of fried fish in his mouth.
“Wait a minute nigga, before you choke,” Killa says as he patted his back hard. We fall out laughing; these niggas stay on joke time.
Royal walks up with Coren kicking and screaming. Coren’s little ass is bad as hell! She just turned two and be cussing and all that.
“Yo, your daughter called her mama a baldheaded bitch! You know mama was ready to go off. You need to beat her lil ass before I pop her in the mouth,” Royal says putting Coren down. I shake my head because it’s going to get worse when she gets older.
“What I tell you about talking to your mama like that?” Corey raises his voice at her.
She starts crying. “Cut it out Coren! What I tell you about calling your mama that?” he scolds her.
“I want my face painted, daddy,” she says in her little voice.
“No, you not getting your face painted! It gives you rashes. Now bring your little ass on and go apologize to your mama,” Corey says.
“No,” Coren says back talking him. He grabbed her hand popping her on it twice then she falls on the ground crying. I shake my head. I’m happy as fuck to have a son. Little girls too damn smart and this nigga got two of them.
Jamie comes over picking Coren up rocking her.
“Don’t be smacking her! Nigga, you crazy?” Jamie asks him.
“Take her to her mama and make sure she apologizes to her! If she doesn’t I’m popping her little ass again,” he says as Jamie walks away. Coren waves at him smiling.
“That little girl stressing me the hell out! I need to get her checked out! Something not right with her. She be fighting Cora and all that,” Corey says and we all just got quiet. Coren’s just crazy, that’s all.
“What that nigga Dimo doing here?” I ask them.
“He’s cool. He be copping from me here and there. Why, what’s up with him?” Royal asks.
“I don’t like that nigga too much!” I say.
“Me neither!” Corey says.
“Y’all lil niggas don’t like nobody,” he says and we all laughs.
After I chat with them, I walk off to where the females are at. I know they were talking about me because they all of a sudden stopped talking to grill me. Raja was over here ru
nning her mouth about me like always.
“Cheating ass,” Kenyatta mumbles.
“Kenyatta, shut your lump-sided head ass up!” I tell her and she rolls her eyes at me.
I grab my son from Cam. “He don’t need to be over here why y’all sitting here talking about bullshit!” I say.
“Tee-Tee, don’t be looking at me like that neither! Jamie, you roll your eyes at me again and watch how I push your non-swimming ass in the pool!” I say to her.
“Nigga, I wish you would,” Jamie says.
They all start cursing me out as I walked away and I laugh to myself because I purposely get on their nerves.