In Love With A Rude Boy, A Top Shotta's Love Story

by Nika Michelle

  “Yeah, whatever.” Not knowing Omari didn’t keep me from being a straight asshole. At that point, I wasn’t afraid of what he’d do to me, shotta or not.

  I turned the music up full blast to drown out that redundant shit he was spitting out of his mouth. His accent made the fuckery sound good, so I really wasn’t trying to hear it. All he could do was shake his head as I pretended to be entertained by the scenery and the sounds of the bass that was vibrating into my back.

  After a few minutes of letting me have my way, he turned the music back down, and I sighed in frustration. His sexiness was getting on my nerves, and the sooner I got away from the lying ass bastard, the better. I couldn’t wait to fill my girls in on what had happened. I was also ready to curse Nicole out for not warning me about the bitch who had shown up.

  “You have a right to be pissed, but ya should know that I never meant to disrespect you or to lie to you. Mi didn’t expect to feel any…”

  “Please.” I put my hand up. “Just give it up already. I only wanted to fuck you anyway, so you’re makin’ this way deeper than it is. The dick was good, and I got what I wanted. I’m leavin’ soon, and I wanted to try some Jamaican dick. So what? It is what it is. Just like you wanted to fuck a Yankee gal. Don’t flatter yourself. I could give a fuck that you’re married. Okay. Whatever. Make up with your wife. I just didn’t expect to get into a fight over some dick that I only wanted to fuck while I’m here.”

  My nonchalant attitude must’ve gotten to him because his expression was priceless. It was like he wasn’t used to such bluntness although his wife was clearly a nutcase who had no class whatsoever. Then again, by the way that he looked at me, what I had just said to him seemed to be a turn on.

  “Really? You just wanted to fuck?” There was a smirk on his face. “It’s more than that. You’re just mad, B. I can tell. C’mon. Mi sucked ya pum pum. Mi no even do dat shit to mi wife. Bumbaclatt!”

  “Well, ain’t that ‘bout a bitch?” I shrugged my shoulders and turned the music back up. We probably had a good thirty minutes to go before I got back to my hotel. As good as the sex was and as intriguing as Omari seemed to be, I just needed to separate myself from him for the rest of the time I was there. I had actually entertained the thought of a nice, exotic romance, but that was just a fantasy. In the real world, sexy, lying ass men existed, and I’d fucked one of them. Oh well, it wasn’t the first time, and I was sure that it wouldn’t be the last.

  * * *

  Just like I’d hoped, Omari didn’t say anything else to me for the remainder of the ride. He did roll up a couple fat ass spliffs that took the edge off a little. I couldn’t wait to go the bar and get a few drinks. After that, all I wanted to do was get my mind off that good, thick ass dick that I’d never have the pleasure of feeling rub against my G-spot again. It was just my luck to find a man who could fuck who was also married.

  Daryn had just fucked me over, and now, I’d been fooled again across the globe. It only further proved that all men were dogs. It didn’t matter the race, background, or climate. How could I ever trust a man again, knowing that a man who had no reason to keep the truth from me did that shit anyway? Omari pulled up at the resort, and I opened the door without saying anything to him. He grabbed me by the belt hole of my jean shorts and kept me from getting out of the car.

  “Don’t just leave mi like dat, B. Say sumtin’ to mi, mon. There’s a reason we met, and mi no give a fuck what yuh say star.” His eyes were blazing with passion, but I didn’t want to give in to it.

  “You’re married, Omari.” I shook my head and sighed. “Anything we could’ve possibly had is out the door. We met, we fucked, and I enjoyed it. Let it go, and let me go. Bye.” When I looked down at his hand, he got the point, so he released his grip on me.

  “You’re beautiful, DiDi. If mi was a single man… hmm, let’s just say you’d be di one mi wed under Jah’s blessin’.”

  Mmm mmm mmm, he was so fine. “Well, Jah blessed you and another woman, so that’s irrelevant.”

  I grabbed my purse, stepped out of the car and walked off quickly. As I made my way inside of the hotel, my footsteps sped up. Damn, all I wanted to do was see my girls.

  * * *

  “Shit, bitch! I didn’t know,” Nicole gasped after I told them every detail of what had happened.

  “I’m sayin’ though. You didn’t even mention that bitch!” I snapped on her.

  Tamia spoke up. “I was knocked out ‘cause that nigga’s food gave me the itis. She didn’t even mention that chick to me ‘till we got here.”

  Nicole rolled her eyes. “I didn’t think shit of it. I figured they were two single men who could fuck who they wanted. Shit. Don’t blame me,” she said. “I didn’t think Don’s bitch would be your problem. At first, I was gonna fuck him, but she started ringin’ the doorbell. He let her in like it was nothing, and then they went in his room. After that, I texted you. When you decided to go back over there with old boy I figured what the hell. After what you went through with Daryn, you needed to get some dick.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I just wish I was there to help you fuck that bitch up.”

  Tamia shook her head and was the voice of reason. “Oh well, Di, you didn’t know. If the dick was good, at least you got your rocks off. Now, let’s enjoy the rest of our time here. Fuck him and his bum ass wife.”

  I shook my head and opened my suitcase. “You’re so right. Oh well. I found out I’ve been lied to twice in two weeks, but it’s all good. At least he ate my pussy, but I ain’t suck his dick!”

  My girls laughed and slapped me fives. I stopped laughing before they did because that shit with Omari kind of stung a little bit. As much as I tried to down play it and pretend like he was just a piece of dick, my gut told me something else. Shit, fuck it. All I needed to do was take a shower, wash that nigga off of me, have a few drinks, and enjoy Jamaica for the last few days I was there. Fuck a nigga.

  Chapter 12

  Omari

  Jah know star I couldn’t believe what had popped off earlier. I was shocked as fuck when I opened the door, and it was Angie standing in the doorway. I wanted to slam the door shut, but I knew that would be a big mistake. The best move for me was to stand there and face the music. I was hoping DiDi would stay her ass in the room, but all hopes were diminished when I heard DiDi’s voice asking me what was going on. I thought of a quick way to diffuse the situation, but I was a minute too late when Angela popped off. I tried to keep them apart, but it was like two savage animals going at each other. Angela was a beast with her hands, but I think she finally met her match because DiDi’s little, thick frame was matching blows for blows. It was almost comical if the situation wasn’t fucked up.

  Eventually, I managed to pull them apart. I didn’t want it to go any further, and they mashed that man’s house up. After I got them, DiDi was cool, but Angela was still popping off. It was that second that I realized how different both women were. DiDi wasn’t no punk, but she was laid back. Angela, on the other hand, was loud and drama filled.

  Angela tried to convince me to leave with her, but there was something about DiDi that wouldn’t allow me to leave just then. The way she made me feel was enough to risk losing my marriage with Angela. I saw the pain in Angela’s eyes when I refused, but there was nothing I could do to ease the pain that she was going through. I had no idea if DiDi and I were going to be anything more than a fuck, but it was a risk that I was willing to take.

  * * *

  Begging a bitch to be with me wasn’t my thing, but it was something about this Yankee gyal that grabbed me. I had been with plenty of bitches with good pussy, but it was more than the pussy. I felt something deep inside that made me want her even more. After I caught up with she and Don, I begged her to let me take her to the hotel. At first, she kept shooting me down, but being the nigga I was, I wasn’t going to give up. She must’ve sensed that because she finally gave in. The entire ride was spent arguing, on her part, and me begging for her to hear me out.
I had a feeling that I fucked up, and it was going to be real hard to get back in good. DiDi seemed like she was a no nonsense woman!

  After I dropped her off, I decided to stop by a spot to meet Don. We had a big show tonight, and I had to make sure we were ready because it was the last night, which meant it was sound clash night. We were playing against a sound out of St. Elizabeth. I wasn’t tripping off them country niggas. I planned on killing them pussies and taking the crown tonight. I pulled up at the bar where Don and the rest of the fellas were hanging out. I parked and got out.

  “Wha gwaan, brethren?” Don greeted me as soon as I walked in.

  “Ain’t shit nigga.” I took a seat by the bar.

  “My nigga, Omari. What’s good, yo,” Mikey said. I could tell by his smile that Don had been running his mouth about what happened earlier. Those were my niggas, and that was how we rolled, often joking around. Tonight was different though. I was tight as fuck. I waved for the bartender, who was standing on the side, talking to the brethren, Howey.

  “Hey, Omari,” Patrice, the bartender, said seductively. See, Patrice and I went way back. I used to smash that ass, but she wasn’t about nothing outside of being a gold digger, so I had to cut that ass loose.

  “Let me get a glass of Hennessey White.”

  “Yo, my nigga, it looks like you’ve got the world on your shoulders. I hope everythin’ worked out ‘cause nigga, yo ass is in some serious shit,” Don joked.

  “My nigga, I got this. I run bitches, not the other way around.” I took a big gulp of the liquor. I then pulled out a pack of rizzler and the bag of weed I had in my pocket. I quickly rolled the blunt and took a long pull. I waited a few seconds as the smoke illuminated my brain. I took another drag of the high grade ganja.

  I tried to clear my head, but I couldn’t get DiDi off my mind. I put the glass to my head and drank it all off. When I was finished, I placed $350 down on the counter and got up.

  “Yo, mi Gena, I’m about to bounce.”

  “Damn, dawg, you ain’t even say two words to us,” Don complained.

  “Man, I’ve got to go. I’ll catch up wit’ you niggas lata.”

  I walked out of the lounge. The warm breeze hit my face, and I gladly welcomed it. Something had

  Angela

  To say I was hurt would be an understatement! I couldn’t believe that I was just disrespected in the worst way by my so called husband and his hoe. I jumped on the highway, heading back home. I grabbed my phone and dialed my side piece’s number. He picked up on the first ring. “Hey, babe. Where you…?”

  “Did you know Omari has been cheating on me again?” I cut him off.

  “What you talking ‘bout?”

  “Well, I just caught him at that fuck nigga Don’s house with a yankee bitch.”

  “Bomboclaat! Mi neva know ‘bout that one deh,” He sounded alarmed.

  “It gets worse. That nigga disrespect mi for dis bitch.”

  “Yo, B, I’ve been telling you to leave dis nigga ‘lone. Yuh ‘ave a nigga that love yuh, but yuh keep on fucking wit’ dis nigga that don’t fuckin’ love yuh.”

  I was angry that this nigga would use this time to profess his fucking love to me. Did this pussy hole hear a word that I just said, or he was too busy trying to put in his bid?

  “Yuh know what? I’ll talk to yuh lata ‘cause it’s pure fuckery yuh a talk ‘bout now.”

  I didn’t wait for a response as I quickly hung up the phone.

  The tears started flowing again as I sped through town. I was no longer crying because I was hurt. What I felt was my anger inside. Hate engulfed my heart as I spent the rest of the ride planning and plotting.

  * * *

  I got back to Kingston in no time and stopped by my mom’s house to pick up the children. I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with them, but I knew that my mother would be calling and arguing soon.

  “Hey, Mama.” I greeted her as I walked onto the porch.

  “I was just goin’ call you. Why the hell yuh look like yuh been crying?” She took a closer look at me.

  “Mama, I just catch Omari and a gyal down a Ochi.” I broke down.

  “Say what?” She looked at me with a surprised look plastered across her face.

  By that time, I was bawling and couldn’t stop myself to explain to her what I meant.

  “I always tell yuh, I don’t like that bwoy. He was only using yuh for your money, and soon as he start making a few dollars, he give yuh his ass to kiss. I say leave his ass and tek yo kids.”

  It was true. Mama had never liked him. She had been screaming the same thing about him ever since she met him, but I dismissed her concerns and went on to marry that bastard. I really didn’t want to hear her ‘I told you so’ speech.

  “Well, I’ve got to go. Where are the kids?”

  “They’re next door, over Miss Dolly house. Sit down. I need to chat to yuh.”

  I looked at her and saw the seriousness on Mama’s face. I took a seat on the porch seat.

  “I can’t tell yuh how to live yo life. Regardless of how I feel ‘bout him, he’s your husband, and if yuh really want him, yuh need to go see that man in St. James.”

  I looked at Mama, shocked by what she had just said, because I knew exactly who she was talking about when she mentioned that man in St. James. See, Mama never kept it a secret that she was into obeah (voodoo). We used to get teased by other kids when we were growing up that Mama was into witchcraft. I didn’t believe it until I got older and saw firsthand that she was deep into that obeah business.

  “Mama, yuh know I’m not into all dat bullshit. It’s God alone, mi a pray.”

  “Open up your eyes and stop acting like yuh don’t know what’s going on. That gyal have her paws in yo husband, and sooner or lata, he is gonna leave you and dem kids high and dry. Stop being a fool, gyal. All yuh doing is holding on to what belong to yuh.”

  “I’ve got to go, Mama. I’m going to call the kids. Thanks for watching dem.”

  I got up and grabbed my purse. I walked out the grill and made my way over to the next door neighbor’s yard.

  * * *

  On the way home, I couldn’t help but think about what Mama had said to me earlier. Even though I wasn’t into that kind of foolery, it might not be bad idea to go see that man so he could give me some insight on what was really going on!

  After all, I had no intention to walk away from my husband and everything that we had built. If there was a way for me to get rid of that hoe and hold on to my husband, I was willing to go the extra mile to get it done!

  I got the kids home, fed them and got them ready for bed. I was happy when I was finally alone. I poured myself a glass of Red Label Wine and got into bed. I checked my phone, but Omari hadn’t called or texted. The only ones who had called were Paula and my side nigga, and I didn’t want to talk to either one of them right about now. I turned the light off and closed my eyes as I dreamt of ways to pay my husband back in full.

  Chapter 13

  Daryn

  “Nita, I can’t do this anymore.” Finally, I’d manned up and told her. “I’m leaving you.”

  It had been almost a week since DiDi’s graduation, and she was all that I could think about. Her gift was sitting in the glove compartment of my car, and I was waiting for the right time to give it to her. The only thing was, she wasn’t answering my calls. It seemed hopeless, but I wasn’t giving up. I was even willing to lose my chance of being a lawyer at one of the most lucrative, black owned law firms in Atlanta.

  “What the fuck do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” Her eyes were narrowed as she stared up at me.

  The fiery sting surprised me when she slapped me in the face… hard.

  “What the fuck?” I stared down at her as I rubbed my cheek. “Now you’re acting psycho.”

  First, I’d been attacked by DiDi and now her. Shit, I was wrong, but she needed to keep her hands to her damn self.

  “Fuck you! I can’t believe you’re dumping me
after I forgave you for cheating on me with that common, ghetto ass bitch! What? Are you in love with… her?”

  The hurt in Nita’s teary eyes was apparent, but for some reason, I wasn’t really moved by it. If anything, her weakness only showed that she wasn’t the woman for me. Why the hell would she forgive me for cheating? I mean, it wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time I’d actually fallen in love.

  I’d never been in love with Nita. She was just a means to an end. When I met her, I knew exactly what I was doing, and my plot had backfired on my ass. Loving a strong, independent woman like DiDi had changed my priorities, and I figured I could get on at another law firm when I passed the bar. After dumping Nita, I was sure that her father would not want me to work for him. Not that I would want to.

  “I’m sorry…”

  Nita lunged at me and started slapping, punching and kicking. I tried to hold her down, but she was a feisty little thing. As I grabbed her arms and tried to subdue her, she bit my hand, and I let go. After that, I made my way across the room.

  “Look, I don’t want to put my hands on you, but you’re pushing it right now.” I was mad as fuck. “Now, just let me leave. Alright? At least I’m being honest with your ass.”

  “You’re being honest with me? You asked me to marry you, and now, all of a sudden, you want to call it quits? Since you’re being honest, motherfucker, be completely honest. Why the fuck is this happening, Daryn? Huh? I love you…”

  “I don’t love you, Nita. I never have, and I never will. I love DiDi, and…”

  “You fucking bastard!”

  When a vase flew toward my head, I ducked really quickly, and it crashed against the wall.

  “Nita, calm down baby…”

  “I ain’t your baby, nigga! Don’t you fuckin’ call me that. I ought to chop your fuckin’ dick off!”

  Oh shit. She never talked like that. She was always so soft spoken and high sidity. All I could do was try to figure out a way to get past her and out of the door. I’d come back to get my shit after she had time to cool off.