Shawty Fell In Love With A Hustla 3

by Lucinda John

  When my flight touched down, I made my way to my car and drove to the house. To say I was mad was an understatement. I was pissed the fuck off and hurt. The bitch I made plans on marrying was the same bitch that showed me these hoes wasn’t loyal. The whole time I was with Shantika I never cheated on her, I never even thought about because she was all the woman I needed. I guess Tommy’s ass did have his reason for setting her house on fire.

  For the two hours, I sat in my car in my driveway trying to calm my nerves with some weed. I knew Shantika was home because I was parked right behind her car. She was the type that loved sleeping in when she was off from work, so she wasn’t about to get out of the bed until it was late into the afternoon. Ready to face the bitch behind my aching heart, I got out of the car and slammed the door so hard that my driver side window cracked.

  Once I made it inside the house, I was met with the scent of French vanilla from the Bath and Body Works candle Shantika kept around the house. Since Shantika made this spot her own, I had plans on moving out. My head was telling me to throw her ass out, but I had a heart and I couldn’t see myself putting her out making her homeless although I knew she had the funds to purchase her a new home.

  I took the stairs to the master bedroom two by two. When I finally made it to the door, my heart started beating loudly against my shirt. Her soft snores filled the room as she laid on her stomach dressed in a pair of boy shorts, that her ass swallowed and a sports bra with her breasts popping out of the top. I reached for her phone that was on the charger and unlocked it using her thumbprint. Shantika was a heavy sleeper and nothing could wake her up unless she was hot, cold, or had to use the restroom.

  Scrolling through her phone, I located the text thread that she shared between that pussy nigga. The fact that he had room to say he fucked my bitch infuriated me more. He was telling her how wet and tight her pussy felt and how he was shocked, that she could take all eleven inches of his dick. Shantika must have not felt the same or her guilty conscience was kicking her ass because she did not reply to any of his texts.

  I threw her phone against the wall causing it to shatter. I reached on the bed and dragged her out of it by her hair. I was pissed, thinking irrationally and seeing red. If I was in my right frame of mind, I wouldn’t have been putting my hands on her, but because I was hurt I was acting all out of character.

  “What the fuck!” Shantika yelled once she felt her hair being pulled.

  “So you are fucking another nigga behind my back?” I spat before slamming her against the wall.

  “Journi, what the fuck are you talking about?” She asked rubbing the side of her head.

  “Who the fuck is Iman?” I asked getting in her face.

  Instead of replying, she just looked at me like a kid caught in the cookie jar.

  “Answer me!” I yelled then grabbing her by the throat.

  I squeezed until her eyes buckled. I then shoved her ass giving her the opportunity to give me the answer I was looking for.

  “Who the fuck is Iman?!” I yelled, feeling my face get hot.

  “He’s a co-worker,” she cried.

  “So, you went out and fucked your co-worker?” I asked.

  “It’s not even like that, I was drunk and feeling neglected! You were not here for me when I needed you the most. I was sick and tired of coming home to an empty house. I was craving attention but you weren’t here to give it to me.”

  “So, you gave my pussy away to the next nigga that would give you attention?” I replied yoking her up again.

  I wanted to punch her in the fucking mouth, but the man in me would not allow me to. No matter how pissed I was at her, she was still a woman and I was a man. Me putting my hands on her would be a pussy nigga move, so I opted for yoking her up.

  “I’m sorry Journi, I was just lonely.”

  “You were lonely and what about me? I had to spend my days and nights around a bunch of niggas, missing you like crazy while you bust it wide open for the next nigga. The last time I had sex was the night before we got into that fight and it wasn’t because I couldn’t get pussy because I could have. Bitches were throwing themselves at me in every city I was in, but I chose not to fuck none of them hoes. They were not worth me losing you, but I guess that nigga was worth it all huh?” I said, tossing her ass on the floor again.

  “He wasn’t worth it, baby I swear. It was a mistake, it will never happen again.”

  “You’re right, it won’t ever happen because I’m done with your ass,” I yelled. “I fucking killed that nigga Tommy and his bitch because he tried to kill you. I go out and spend twenty racks on an engagement ring, not to mention a trip to Cancun only to find out that the bitch I’ve been laying up under is an undercover hoe. Damn, you couldn’t hold the pussy down for me for a few days. What would have happened, God forbid, the law would have jammed me up? Your ass would have been busting it wide open for the whole city.” I chuckled to keep myself from spazzing out again.

  “No Journi we can work this out. We can still go to Cancun and I accept your proposal, all you gotta do is forgive me and I’ll fix it.” She sobbed. Seeing the tears mixed with snot run down her face almost had me feeling bad for her until I remembered, how she allowed another nigga to fuck my pussy.

  “Shantika, you can stay here as long as you need to, but I’m out. I can’t do this shit no more. Everything I did, I was doing for us. I hired more men to take on more responsibility so that I could spend more time home with you. All you had to do was be patient with me, but you just had to fuck that up!” I yelled, getting up and walking to the closet.

  “No baby, don’t leave. I’m so sorry.” She cried, jumping on my back.

  “Shantika, I’m trying my best to keep my hands off you, so get the fuck off of me!” I yelled.

  “No. You’re going to leave, please don’t leave. I don’t want you to leave, we can fix it,” She rambled.

  “There isn’t shit to fix, it’s over!” I yelled. “Now get the fuck off of me, so I can pack my shit and go!”

  “No,” she replied, wrapping her hands tightly around my neck.

  Hearing her sobs, caused my eyes to moist up a bit. Nothing hurts more than seeing your girl, the love of your life, the woman that you had plans on spending the rest of your life with, getting fucked on camera like some slut. I didn’t peg Shantika as being a jump-off but the signs were definitely presenting themselves.

  “Shantika, let me go right now,” I said with my voice cracking.

  I didn’t want her to see me in my vulnerable state, but a nigga was fucked up behind this shit. Seeing you girls legs cocked up in the air for the next nigga was enough to break down the toughest nigga. There was no ounce of pussy in my blood, but yet I was sitting on the edge of my bed read to cry a river on some sweet ass nigga type shit.

  “I can’t baby, please let’s fix this.”

  Instead of arguing with Shantika, I laid back on the bed. I knew she was uncomfortable by the way I was laying, but she held on tight. The way her hands were tightly wrapped around my neck was the same way I wanted her to hold her pussy down for me, but she failed. She violated in the worse way and I wasn’t sure if I could trust her again.

  After lying down for a few minutes, exhaustion set in and my eyes began to slowly close. I’ve been ripping and running so much that my body was working off three hours of sleep. With all the excitement that went on, I guess my body had enough, so with Shantika’s hands still wrapped tightly around my neck, I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to claim me.

  Chapter 17

  Shantika

  When I woke up out of my sleep, Journi was gone. I looked through the open closet door and saw that all of his belongings were missing. I could have kicked myself for falling asleep, but being in his arms was so soothing. I waited until he was in a deep sleep until I finally allowed my eyes to rest. I must have been really knocked out because I didn’t even feel him when he got up or as he packed his things.


  I looked down at the engagement ring that he left on the bed and my heart broke. Picking it up, I slipped it on my finger and imagined how it would feel to wear it around as an engaged woman. Here I was tripping over nothing while I had a good man. I dug myself in a deep hole fucking with Iman, and all I had to do was just be patient. If I would have just pulled out my Rabbit, caught a nut and went to sleep I wouldn’t be in this situation.

  The revelation that he killed Tommy and KiKi because Tommy was the one to set my house on fire was still fresh on my mind. I no longer felt bad for Tommy and he deserved everything he got. The fact that he tried to kill me for moving on when he was the one doing wrong in our relationship, made me want to march over to the graveyard dig his ass up, bring him back to life just to kill his ass again.

  Sitting on the plush carpet, I reached for my phone to call Journi until I noticed it was a few feet away from me shattered. Pulling myself up, I walked to the nightstand where the cordless house phone was and dialed his number. The operator kept telling me that this number was disconnected confusing the hell out of me. Double-checking the number, I called it again just to get the same message. I couldn’t believe that Journi changed his number on me.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” I screamed out in frustration as I threw the cordless phone against the wall.

  I fucked over a perfectly good man just for a nigga with a wack ass stroke. I couldn’t believe the situation I put myself in just because I was being hot in the pussy. I didn’t know where to begin in order to get Journi back, and I wasn’t even sure if getting him back was even an option.

  * * *

  “Shantika, you need to get out the bed and wash your ass,” Karrueche yelled, walking through the room. She pulled the curtains back causing the bright sun to invade the room.

  “OMG. CheChe, close the damn blinds, I’m trying to sleep,” I yelled.

  “No your ass been stuck in this damn room for three days, and it’s time to get your ass up. I’m done with my mid-terms, and on break from school and I’m about to force your ass to get the fuck up out this house!” Karrueche yelled, sounding like me.

  When I didn’t budge, she climbed the bed and yanked the blankets from my body. Grabbing me by the ankles, she pulled me off the bed until my body hit the floor with a loud thud. She then jumped off the bed and dragged me to the bathroom. Since I haven’t been eating, I was too weak to fight her off. I pulled myself up and sat against the wall with tears clouding my vision.

  “CheChe, I fucked up,” I cried.

  “I know and I’m about to fuck you up for that, but first I am going to clean you up and feed you,” she said, adjusting my bath water. She grabbed some jasmine scented bath crystals and poured them in the water.

  Once the tub was hot she helped me out of my clothes and pulled my body in the water. She grabbed the loofah, lathered it with my favorite Dove body wash, and then used it to scrub my body clean. This was my bitch for real, I thought as she washed me from head to toe. After she finished she walked out of the bathroom and allowed me to wash my intimate areas.

  “I can’t believe that he’s actually gone,” I cried and feeling defeated.

  As I washed and rinsed my body off, I thought back to the many memories we shared. Minus the lack of time we spent together the last few months, our relationship was perfect. Unlike being with Tommy, I didn’t have girls calling to let me know that they was fucking my nigga. I didn’t have to fight every other day because of side bitches. Journi made me feel secure and the fact that I committed the ultimate form of betrayal against him, fucked me up.

  Once I finished washing my ass, I got out of the tub and wrapped my body in a large pink fluffy robe. I was in need of a strong drink and I did not give a fuck how early it was. When I stepped out of the bathroom and into my room, everything was cleaned and put back in place. Karrueche wasn’t in my room, so I followed my nose to the kitchen.

  Dancing to an imaginary beat, Karrueche maneuvered her way through my kitchen as she made me breakfast. I walked by her and straight to the bar to pull out a bottle of Vodka. Twisting the cap off, I placed the bottle to my lips and tilted it back until the hard liquor was going down my throat.

  “Hmmmmm!!!” I cleared my throat feeling the harshness of the liquor.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Karrueche asked.

  “I’m drinking my pain away,” I cried. “He’s really gone,” I said taking another long drink from the bottle.

  “This is not the way to go about things,” she snapped before taking the bottle from me and pouring it down the drain. She then locked up the bar and placed the key in her bra. “Sit your ass down and eat!” She yelled.

  I slowly walked over to the island and took a seat on one of the barstools. Picking up my fork, I stuffed a small piece of eggs and fish in my mouth then began to chew.

  “What the fuck were you thinking?” Karrueche asked.

  “That’s just it, I wasn’t thinking,” I responded. “I was just lonely and in need of a male companion.”

  “This is so messy, but we’re going to get through this together,” Karrueche said wrapping her hands around my neck.

  “Thank you for not judging me,” I said.

  “You didn’t judge me and I’m not any better than you,” she said, causing a light chuckle to escape my lips.

  “He changed his number didn’t he?” I asked.

  “Let’s not worry about that,” she said already answering my question.

  Once I was done picking over my breakfast, Karrueche cleaned up while I got dressed. I really wasn’t in the mood to go anywhere, but Karrueche wouldn’t let up. Our first stop was to the hair salon, I made my stylist take out my tracks and I settled for a fiery red bob like the way K. Michelle wears it. Karrueche got the same hairstyle except she got it done in purple.

  “CheChe, can I ask you a question?”

  “ I’m listening,” she replied.

  “What is your natural hair color?” I asked.

  “Hahaha you got jokes huh?” She smirked.

  “No, I’m serious for as long as I have known you, I never seen you rock any color besides blue, green, purple, red, and grey,” I replied.

  “If you must know, my real hair color is dark brown and I hate that shit.”

  “Well that explains why your ass is always wearing these bright ass colors.” I laughed.

  “Shut up, I always look cute though.” She smacked her lips.

  After her hair was nice and laid, we went to Cute Girls Nail salon to get the works: nails, toes, eyebrows and lashes. There were a few times when my mind would drift off to Journi. I would get sad, but then CheChe would say or do something stupid to take my mind off him. I was grateful to have a best friend like her. I mean at least that I wasn’t at home, sitting in my funk going through this alone.

  When our day of pampering was done, we went back to the house where Karrueche packed a bag for me. She wanted me to stay with her for a while so that I wouldn’t be alone, but I quickly declined not wanting to impose in on her and Smoke. Once she assured me it was ok, I decided what the heck. The more I surrounded myself with people, the less I’d feel the urge to drink myself into a coma.

  Before heading to Karrueche’s house, we stopped at Cracker Barrel and had lunch.

  “I need to go to the Verizon store to replace my phone,” I said to Karrueche as we ate our food.

  “I can’t believe Journi did all that,” she said.

  “If I wasn’t in the wrong, I would have fucked his ass up. If we ever make up, I’m going to make sure that I smack his ass one good time for pulling on my hair and shit. I don’t play those types of games.” I smacked my lips.

  “I can’t believe this. You cheat on your small dick boyfriend, with a nigga that has a bigger dick, but couldn’t hit it right. So you basically went home with a wet pussy,” Karrueche said.

  “Girl, I am still trying to make note of the situation. When I g
et my new phone I plan on having them change my number too.”

  “What are you going to do when you see him at work?”

  “I’m going to ask if I can get a transfer to the bank that’s closer to the house,” I said.

  For the longest time, Journi has been telling me to get a transfer to the bank that was three blocks away from where we lived so I would not have to drive ten miles to work every morning, but I always waved him off. If I had listened to him, I probably wouldn’t have been in this fucked up situation right now.. I had no one to blame for my fucked up situation but myself. Deep in my heart, I prayed that Journi would return home and if he didn’t, I prayed it would give me enough strength to get over him.

  Chapter 18

  Tangi

  The day I found out Tommy died, my life came to an end. What little heart I had left was now non-existent. In one of my many disguises, I was able to attend the funeral. I stood in the back and silently wept as I watched the only man I ever loved, the father of my unborn, the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with get buried. The fact that someone purposely took him from us pissed me the fuck off. All I wanted to do was find the killer and do to them what was done to Tommy.

  As I sat in the restaurant annoyed waiting for Smoke and his bitch, I thought of all the memories Tommy and I shared. Smoke called me to set me straight, I guess he wanted to make Karrueche feel special by doing this. However, little did they know, I didn’t give a fuck. As soon as I killed his ass, I was skipping out of town with my unborn child. He can talk about me respecting his mix mutt until he was blue in the face and I still wouldn’t give a fuck.

  A chuckle left my lips as I watched both of them come in the restaurant like they were couple of the year. I wasn’t going to lie; she was looking bad in her purple bob. She wore a white t-shirt dress that clung to her curvaceous body with a pair of Jordan Retro 7s. I guess they was going for the twin look because he wore a white V-neck, jeans, with the same pair of shoes on his feet. Shit look played out if you asked me. I watched in disgust as he pulled out her seat and made sure she was comfortable, before taking a seat next to her.