Deciding against confronting Luscious, I slowly drove away feeling played and depressed. Trying to keep up with Blunt’s infidelities had me so out of character.
“You don't wanna go see my baby sister?” asked Devin as I drove off.
“No, Devin, but I'll take you to buy that candy that I promised you.” We stopped at a convenience store for him to buy a bunch of candy with the money that I had given him as a bribe.
When we arrived back at the school, Blunt was already there. He sat in the outer office strolling through his cell phone. “Hey, Baby,” he greeted me as soon as I walked in.
My secretary sat at her desk with the phone held between her shoulder and her ear, writing something in her notepad. She waved, but otherwise continued about her work.
"Hi, Blunt,” I finally spoke back, flashing a fake smile.
"Hey, Daddy!" Devin beamed.
"Sup, Lil Man? You being good?"
"Yes," he lied, taking his daddy's hand.
I crooked a finger at Blunt. He and his mini-me followed me into my office. “Have a seat,” I said after closing the door behind us.
Blunt sat in one of the two chairs that faced my desk and Devin climbed up in the other one. He bounced the bag of sweets up and down in his lap.
“What you got in that bag, dude?” asked Blunt.
“A whole bunch of candy.” Devin grinned from ear to ear.
I sat behind my desk, trying to think of a way to get the truth out of Blunt without leading on that Devin had told his secret. Maybe I'll just ask him why is it that lately he doesn't come home until well after midnight.
Before I could ask the question, his cell phone began to vibrate. He glanced down at his Iphone 5 and ignored the call.
“Answer your phone, Boo. When you ignore calls in my presence, it makes me wonder what you're doing outside of it,” I said, eyeing his cheating behind down.
He looked at me with a smug expression. I was hotter than cayenne pepper because I suspected that it was a female calling.
"Whatever, Mo." Blunt brushed me off. He put the phone to his ear. “What’s the business?” he asked the party on the other end.
It must have been God's will for Blunt's infidelities to come to light, because his phone had accidentally been placed on speaker.
“All you do is chase up behind that stuck up ass bitch! You don’t give a damn ‘bout me and yo’ daughter. Well, I need you to take your nose out of Mo's ass and bring them goddamn pampers back. This girl done shitted, and I ain’t got but one diaper left, nigga!” screamed the female on the other end.
Blunt mumbled and bumbled, trying to take the phone off speaker. It slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. The chick's voice continued to come out loud and clear as he swooped the phone up.
"You think I'ma keep letting you play me like this?" she screamed.
Blunt glanced up at me. He quickly told the caller to hold on and took the phone off speaker, but he couldn’t undo what I had heard. My first mind told me to snatch the phone out of his hand and smack him in his mouth with it. Instead, I looked off, gritted my teeth, and clenched my fist. I knew exactly who was going off on him and calling me out of my name. It had to be Luscious unless he had another secret BM running around somewhere.
He lowered his voice and mumbled something into the phone before hanging up. When he looked up at me, both of our faces were etched with a scowl. "Is there something you need to tell me?" I offered him the opportunity to come clean.
"Nah, but I gotta bounce and go handle something. C'mon, Devin, we're out."
Before I could formulate a response, he was out the door with his disrespectful seed. The ungrateful bastard hadn't even thanked me for keeping his son. That was okay though because I planned to get the last laugh.
Play Ya Position Or Bounce
Blunt
I left the school with my li’l man in tow. I was heated because Luscious kept pressing a nigga. She didn’t understand that she was sideline pussy and the position didn't come with career advancement.
I had been handling her wit’ kid gloves due to the fact that she was my partner in crime, but I would put this size twelve in that ass if she didn't fall the fuck back. Frustrated over the whole situation, I whipped over to Mika’s crib out in Clayton County.
Mika was another one of my sidepieces. Unlike Luscious, she knew how to play her position. She had given birth to a baby boy that I couldn't deny; li'l dude looked like I had spit him out of my mouth. Still, Mika hadn’t let it change what she expected out of the relationship.
“We can kick it, Baby Girl, but I got a woman who I’m crazy ‘bout. I’m not leavin’ her for nothing or no one so understand that. If you can accept that and not try to make this into something that it will never be, we can fuck wit’ each other and things will be real nice for you,” I explained from the giddy up.
“Oh, I have no problem with it. As long as you understand that I’m free to see other people also,” replied Mika.
“I’m trill wit’ dat,” I had agreed, knowin’ that once I got all up in her feelings another dude wouldn’t even be an issue.
I pulled up in her driveway and me and Devin hopped out of my whip and went up to the door.
“Hey, Boo,” Mika greeted me with a pretty smile the minute she swung the door open. I gave her a quick hug and a kiss and palmed that booty.
"Don't start nothing," she teased.
"I'm not. You see who's with me."
“Yep. Hey, Devin. Why are you all handsome like your daddy today?” He blushed like a li’l lame.
I playfully slapped him upside the head. “Tell her you ain’t handsome, you’re fly, and it’s a habit.”
Devin tried to repeat my instructions, but it came out all wrong. I was gon’ have to teach him how to mack a hoe, or he was gon’ grow up trickin’.
“Where’s my brother at?” he asked Mika as he shook the big bag of candy that he was clutching in his hand.
“He's in the bedroom in his playpen. You can go back there and see him.”
"Yay!" he screamed with excitement then dashed off.
Mika and I sat on her sofa. She folded her legs up under her. I rested my elbows on my knees and I steepled my fingers under my chin.
"So, what's up, Baby Daddy? You look stressed?" she observed.
"Baby Girl, I need you to watch Devin while I go put Luscious in check.” I ran my hand down my face.
“Again?” she asked placing her hand on my knee.
“Yeah, the bitch is hardheaded.”
Mika shook her head. “Blunt, I’m not trying to tell you how to handle your business, but isn’t it obvious that Luscious is going to be an ongoing problem? Baby, don’t let a bitch bring you down, even if it’s me,” she cautioned. Then she planted a kiss on my cheek.
"You're right," I had to agree.
"Well, I know you'll handle your business," she trusted. "Let's go in the kitchen, baby. I was just about to start cooking."
She stood up and went into the kitchen. I followed her while staring at that phat ass appreciatively as she made her way over to the kitchen table and took a seat.
She had a bowl full of potatoes and used a knife to start peeling them. “I’m about to cook some homemade fries and hamburgers. Would you like to have lunch with me before you go?”
“Nah, I’m good. I’m ‘bout to go handle mines.” I had put it off long enough.
"Don't end up in jail over that girl,” cautioned Mika as she walked me to the door.
Out in my ride, I rode in silence. I drove with a single purpose. This bitch got me fucked up! She must don't know my getdown.
When I made it to Luscious’ spot, I banged on the door impatiently. She snatched the door open and rolled her eyes. As soon as she turned her back to me and began walking away, I snatched her by the hair. Bop! Bop! Bop! I gave her three blows to that hard ass head.
"Ahhh!" she yelped, and tried to fight back.
I snatched that ass up and tossed her into
a coupla walls.
“Stop, Blunt!” she screamed and hit me wit’ a left hook that caught my lip.
I threw her down on the sofa and pimp smacked spit out of her mouth. "Keep trying me, bitch, and I'ma kill you."
"Get the fuck off me, Blunt," she cried.
“You know what? You . . . talk . . . too . . . muthafuckin’ . . . slick.” I slapped her with each word.
Luscious had buck in her; she clawed up at my face. I wrapped my hands around her throat and choked her. "You're gonna learn to stay in your place," I threatened.
"Okay," she groaned. Then as soon as I let her up she came flying at me like an alley cat. We were getting it in good, knocking over furniture and breaking shit. We fought for fifteen minutes or more.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Someone pounded on the door. “Who the fuck is it?” I barked.
“Police! Open up!”
"Oh shit! Go open the door," I whispered to Luscious. "Straighten your clothes!"
She hurriedly fixed her clothes, but she still looked tore up. Her lip was busted and her hair soared all over her head.
I knew that I was going to jail the minute she opened the door and the popo's stared at her swollen lip and bruised face. "Sir, turn around and put your hands behind your back," I was told.
“But he ain’t do nothing to me. Why y’all arresting him?” Luscious cried, trying to come to my defense.
Unfortunately, they weren’t having none of it.
As I was being placed in the back of the patrol car, I shot Luscious a look that was as lethal as a loaded Glock. “I’m done fuckin’ wit’ yo’ stupid ass!” I mouthed, while wondering why I ever got involved wit’ a trick like her when I already had a jewel.
I had to be the stupidest nigga in the whole fuckin' world. What would Mo' say if I had to call her to post my bond behind this shit? Hell no, that would expose my lies. I would have to call Mika and try to keep Mo’ from ever finding out about all of it. I had a feeling that I was runnin’ out of chances wit’ her.
Revenge
Molaysia
It was ten o’clock at night according to the digital clock on my cell phone. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in my white fitted tee and a pair of peach colored shorts. I had been blowing Blunt’s phone up for more than an hour and still couldn’t get an answer. If he brought his ass home at the crack of dawn tonight, all of his stuff would be packed when he got here.
I finally gave up on reaching him after the sixth attempt. "You know what? Fuck him!” I said to the ceiling fan.
I stretched out sideways across my king sized bed and reminisced on a time when Blunt made me so happy. Now that time seemed to be nothing but a distant memory.
I covered my head with a pillow and let the tears flow. All I wanted was for him to be real with me. If he didn't love me anymore, why couldn't he just tell me?
I hated that his philandering had begun to make me feel insecure about my ability to please him. I had done everything that I could to keep him happy, so why did he need all of these rats on the side? I wondered as I began to sob heavily.
Minutes later, my house phone rang. I rolled over and picked it up on the second ring. “Yeah,” I answered dryly.
“Girl, what’s up?” It was my cousin, Leesha. “You sounding all pitiful and shit.”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I did not want to cry on her shoulder. “I’m just a little upset,” I revealed while wiping a tear from my eye and sniffling.
"What did Blunt do now?" She sighed.
“It's nothing. I’ll be alright. We will work it out like we always do,” I said making light of the situation before changing the subject. “How you been, Leesha?”
“I’m good. I'm on the highway headed your way. I'll be in Atlanta in well an hour or so. I kno’ it’s short notice, but wanted us to do something together since your birthday is this weekend. Oh, and guess what, Cuz?"
I rolled my eyes up at the ceiling. I really wasn’t in the mood for company, but I hoped it wouldn’t be too bad. Leesha was usually a lot of fun to be around, and we had some catching up to do. Maybe that was what I needed to make me forget about my issues with my man.
“What?” I asked trying to sound excited.
“I got us both tickets to Keith Sweat’s concert tomorrow.”
A smile crept across my face. I loved me some Mr. Sweat. "Omg!" I screamed, hopped up, and jumped up and down like I had won the Mega Millions Jackpot.
"So, are you going? Or are you gonna be cooped up under your Mr. Wrong?"
“I would love to go. In fact, I need to get out of the house and enjoy myself for a change.”
"Amen," she exclaimed.
"Oh, hush, Cuz." I managed to laugh and laid back down.
“So, when are you going to tell me what you and Blunt are going through?” She returned to what I was trying not to talk about. “You are really going to have to get a backbone and stop lettin’ that nigga run all over you,” she advised.
When it came to men, Leesha was not with the games. Where I was weak and forgiving, she was no nonsense. Sometimes her straight forwardness irritated me, but I knew that she loved me and had my back.
I sat up and leaned back against the headboard. Might as well let it out. I decided to do so because I needed someone to talk to. Leesha would listen then give it back to me real.
“I kept Blunt’s son, Devin, today, and do you know what he let spill out of his mouth?" I blurted.
"What, girl? Wait a minute, let me brace myself." After an exaggerated pause she said, "Okay, I'm ready."
I gave her the full version of Blunt's shenanigans, leaving out nothing that I had learned today.
"Oomph, oomph oomph! He’s just as nasty as a garbage dump. Ole’ dick slanging bastard. Girl, I’m gon’ need you to do better.”
"I know, right?"
“Chile, let a nigga I’m dealing wit’ try some shit like that. See, you gon’ have to stand up and stop lettin’ mothafuckas handle you any kind of way. If I had a man, and he did that…” I heard her smack her lips. “He’d be a thing of the past, and Chunuchi would be somewhere nursing her eye with an ice pack.”
I laughed at the image of such a thing. That would be just like Leesha.
"I'm not playing," she said.
“I know, but…”
She cut me off in the middle of my sentence. “Girl, me and boo thang would have been throwing some hands. Shit, that bitch would have gotten fucked up if it was me.”
"I'm not going to stoop to that level," I replied. "I'm much better than that."
"Maybe so, but you have to get ignorant right along with those bitches, or they'll think they can run over you. Chunuchi needs to teach her child some manners before she dump him off on somebody. I tell you what, it couldn't be me."
We discussed the topic for another fifteen minutes. Leesha was so appalled by what I was going through. I hardly got a word in the rest of the conversation. "I guess you'll leave Blunt alone when you get sick and tired of being sick and tired,” she concluded.
"I'll do it long before that," I replied sincerely. Regardless of what I had put up with, there was a point that I refused to go beyond, and Blunt was right on that line.
"Well let me get off of this phone. There's a police right behind me, and I don't have my Bluetooth with me. I do not have money to throw away on no damn ticket, Honey Child."
"Okay, bye. I'll see you in a little bit."
"Bye."
I got out of bed and tidied up the house. Then, I went in the kitchen and prepared some chicken tacos for us to snack on when Leesha arrived. As I moved around the kitchen, I replayed everything in my mind that Leesha had said. Her points were well taken.
An hour and a half later, Leesha was pulling up in my yard in her 2012 black Nissan Maxima. The outside motion sensored light in my driveway automatically came on. From the doorway, when she got out I could see that she was looking like a certified diva. She was wearing a white baby tee with DIVA written across th
e front in bold letters and a pair of hip hugging Capri’s and white slide ins. Her blonde highlights worn in a long wrap complimented her smooth honey skin tone. She stood 5’7, thick in the hip department with small breast and a tiny waistline. To have pushed out a set of twins, her body was still tight. I sprinted out of the door and bear hugged her.
I looked up and noticed that her twins, Akeela and Aquisha, had gotten out of the car too. They were wearing matching Coogi mini dresses and black lace-up sandals. Her twelve- year old daughters were the spitting image of her. My heart dropped because although I was glad to see them, they were bad as heck. Akeela, who was born five minutes before her twin sister, was the taller of the two, but not by much. To the eye of a stranger, it was hard to tell them apart.
They rushed up to me and gave me a group hug. “Hey, Auntie Mo’,” they chimed.
Actually, I was their second cousin, but they referred to me as their auntie.
Leesha stepped back and looked me over. "Girl, you're looking good. No homo," she complimented.
"You're crazy." I laughed.
She turned to the twins and fussed. “Y’all bring the luggage in 'cause I ain’t doing it. Hell, I’m tired.”
Akeela sighed and rolled her eyes. “Mama, you could help, too,” she whined.
Leesha stopped in her tracks and whirled around. “I’m going to remind yo’ smart mouth what my motto is: Money Over Matters,” she said. “Until you get a job to support yourself and earn some money, what you say or think doesn’t matter.”
"That was so lame," replied Akeela.
Aquisha laughed and nodded her head in agreement.
“Now, don’t y’all get out of town and try to show out. I told y’all what will happen… three chops to the throat.” She busted a kung fu move.
Leesha was too funny, but I loved the relationship that she had with the twins. She laughed and joked with them, but they knew that she didn't play.
As soon as she turned her back, Akeela rolled her eyes and her sister stuck her tongue out. I just shook my head. "What did they do?" asked Leesha. She knew her children well.
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