by Belleza
“You still have her number?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Make sure you lose that shit after you tell that bitch about herself too.”
Zayne cut his eyes at me and I shot him a glare right back.
“Try me nigga. I can’t fuck her up, but I will knock your ass out.”
“You ain’t knocking shit out. Give me a kiss,” he demanded and I leaned over and pressed my lips against his juicy set.
“I love you Ke.”
“I love you more, Zayne. And don’t have me regretting it either.”
JOHAN
Although I didn’t think I put too much time in at the clubs, I took a little break and allowed my manager to take over while I got my house in order. Tabitha and I seemed as if we were back on track and I was doing a little at a time being mindful not to overdo it where she felt like I was lacking when it came to our relationship.
I couldn’t stay away for too long because at the end of the day my name was on the line for all of this, so I was back at it. After killing my engine, I got out of my car and made my way to the building. It was a Friday afternoon, the start of a money making weekend and the club was full of employees running around to prepare for the night’s festivities.
After making sure I personally greeted everyone I made my way to my office that overlooked the entire club. I sat down in my chair and turned on my computer ready to get to work. I didn’t have to do much because I tracked our sales from home and I was able to remotely log in and see how the ordering was being handled by my manager, Katrina.
There was a knock at the door, and I checked my camera’s and saw it was Tempest standing at my door. Part of me ain’t want to deal with her, but I still summoned her inside.
Tempest and I went way back. We messed around a few times in high school. Back then she was just like one of the boys, bagging up coke with me and making runs. It was strictly a friendship until she came onto me and I gave in even though I was with Tabitha. Tempest made it clear she just wanted dick, and I was cool with that because regardless if I fucked around on Tabitha no one was going to take her spot. The more I dicked her down though, her feelings started to change and she wanted more, and I cut her off. I can’t recall what happened to her but a few years ago she popped back up and she wasn’t the skinny girl I was fucking back in the day. She filled out nicely, and it was all natural. Right now it was just business between us, but I staring at her body sometimes and watching her perform did something to me honestly.
“Hey, boss man.”
“Sup. How can I help you?” I asked her.
“Just checking on an old friend. I’ve noticed I haven’t seen you around here lately. Making moves?”
“A little, but mainly with the family.”
“Oh,” she said dryly. Tempest walked closer to my desk and picked up the picture on my desk that happened to be of Tabitha. She did nothing to hide her snarl.
“I can’t believe you’re still with her.”
“I married her. It’s till death.”
She laughed and placed the picture back down. “Is it really?”
I watched her, and she untied her trench coat revealing her naked vanilla body. My dick twitched in my pants, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. Tempest’s body was real nice. I eyed her hard brown nipples down to her shaven pussy. She placed her heeled foot on my desk and parted her lips with her manicured fingers and dipped it in and out of her hole before bringing her glistening finger back up to her mouth and sucking her nectar off.
“What you want?” I asked her taking my eyes off her pussy.
“I want you, Johan. It’s been a long time coming. I miss the dick. I knew what you could do with it back then, and I’m eager to know what you can do with it now.”
I couldn’t fight the temptation to watch as she circled her fingers around her clit and moaned so sexily.
“I’m married.”
“I won’t tell.”
“Close your coat,” I eventually commanded.
“Do you want me to? I swear give me five minutes, and I’ll have you cumming all over my body,” she purred.
“Close. Your. Coat,” I told her firmly and she took her leg off my desk and did as she was told.
“So you are faithful? I couldn’t believe it, but now I see it’s true.”
“I love Tabitha. I hurt her in the past, and I vowed to not do that shit again. Is there anything else you wanted?”
“Yes, I actually wanted to put you up on game. While you are busy trying to be this upstanding husband have you ever thought about what your sweet ol’ wife is up to?” She went inside of the coat pocket and pulled out pictures. She placed it on my desk, and I lifted them up and examined them. They were pictures of her at a correctional facility getting out of a rental car. I placed them back down. I wasn’t aware of her visiting anyone in jail.
“How did you get them?”
My friend works there and told me she sees Tabitha damn near every week. She have a family member in jail?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” she asked back. “Sounds like you’re unsure.”
“Is that all you wanted?” I questioned Tempest.
“Yes, I don’t want you to get hurt, Johan. You may have made mistakes, but it doesn’t mean you have to pay for it now. I’m here if you need me.”
Tempest left the pictures on my desk and walk out of my office. I lifted the pictures and then pocketed them. I shut down my computer and then sent Asahd a message for him to pick my son's up early from school. After I got confirmation from him, I called Katrina to come in and take over and left out of my establishment.
During the ride home I kept telling myself to calm down, but how could I when I felt betrayed? I didn’t know all of the story, and I only hoped Tabitha had something good to tell me or else I may kill her.
When I got home, I jumped out of my car barely putting it into park. I rushed inside of the house and checked the kitchen and living room calling out for Tabitha. Just as I was about to go upstairs, she emerged from the laundry room with a basket in her hand.
“Why are you shouting my name like that?” she questioned me.
“Put the basket down and come here.”
I stormed off and paced the living room floor until she joined me.
“Who’s locked up?” I questioned her.
“Huh? What are you talking bout?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose to calm down, and I blew out a deep breath. “All them times you were going to New York, you were going to visit someone in prison. Now don’t make me ask you again Tabitha. Who are you fucking going to see?”
“You’re having me watched and followed now? What kind of relationship is this?”
I marched over to her and yanked her up by her shirt. Slowly losing my patience with her. “I’m not having anyone follow you, but you should know I have eyes and ears everywhere. Where have you been going and who are you going to see in prison?”
“Let go of me, Johan!”
“Answer me.”
“My cousin!” she said shooting daggers at me. “Are you happy now? You went through all of that to only find out I’ve been going to see my cousin that’s locked up?”
I released her and continued to stare at her not buying her story at all. Why didn’t I know about this fucking cousin? We told each other everything and made a promise to always be open and honest, and now I find out she’s traveling to where ever to visit someone in her family. It didn’t add up, but I wasn’t going to let her think she got away with it that easy.
I stormed out of the living room and left back out of the house. I was mad as fuck and hated to think I actually had to dig some shit up on my wife. She’s been with me for too long and knew a lot and having her not only possibly cheating on me but turning on me was a dangerous line she was going to cross. I loved her, but ultimately loyalty outweighed it all.
ZAYNE
“Daddy, I think I want to wear my hair different,” I
heard Za’naa call out to me just as I walked out of her bathroom holding her brush and this coconut gel some sales lady convinced me to buy for her hair at the hair store. I was mentally prepared to give her the slap back special, but now she didn’t want to wear it.
Za’naa was sitting in front of her vanity on her stool. She turned around and smiled when she saw me with her hair supplies. It moved me to see her happy. There weren’t many days when she was sad. We use to have plenty of occurrences when she was confused about why she didn’t have a mother figure present in her life, but she was young and didn’t understand. Now that she was six it didn’t bother her as much. She knew it was me and her against the world.
“Well… what do you want to do to your hair? I don’t think you can wear it out today because it isn’t washed.”
Za’naa shook her head. “I don’t want to wear it out. I want a bun. Up here.” She pointed to the top of her head, and I frowned.
“Baby girl… you know I don’t know a thing about buns.”
“KeKe does. I like her hair, and I want my hair like that.”
I felt the corner of my lips tugging upward, but I fought the urge to smile. It was difficult not to do that when it came to Za’naa and Keira. It was clear Za’naa took a strong liking to Keira, and that put me at ease tremendously.
“KeKe is sleep, Naa…”
“But she told me if I needed anything I could always wake her up,” she pouted. She was really going hard for a damn bun. I shook my head knowing I couldn’t turn down her request.
“A’ight… let’s see if she can hook you up.”
Za’naa ain’t give me a chance to leave out of her room. She shot up from the stool and left out of her room. By the time I was halfway down the hall to my bedroom, she was inside of our room tapping on Keira’s arm.
“KeKe…”
Keira was sprawled out on her stomach tangled up in the covers. Her hair that was in a bun was now loose, and all over the pillow, her head was sunken into.
“KeKe…” Za’naa said sweetly shaking her this time when she realized tapping her wouldn’t pull her out of her deep slumber. She stirred and then lifted her head blinking before she smiled at Za’naa.
“Good Morning, KeKe,” Za’naa greeted her.
She covered her mouth and yawned and then stretched. “Good Morning.”
“I was wondering if you can put my hair in a bun like that… well kind of like that,” she pointed to her hair.
Keira looked over at me, and I shrugged my shoulders and then walked closer to hand her the products.
“Sure. We will need a sock and scissors.”
“A sock?”
Keira got out of the bed and adjusted my shirt over her body. Last night was just a night of watching movies for us, so she was dressed appropriately. Many nights we often slept naked.
“Yeah. I normally use a donut ring, but we don’t have one, so I gotta improvise and use a sock. Come on let me show you.”
Although she looked confused, she took Keira’s hand and followed her back to her room. I was just as lost and went as well to see this shit happen. Females found all kinds of ways to get shit done and if this was a style Za’naa wanted I had to definitely check it out.
From Za’naa pink and yellow covered bed, I watched Keira smooth Za’naa’s thick curly hair with a brush and easily put it into a high ponytail on top of her head. Then Za’naa retrieved two clean socks from her drawer and gave it to Keira along with the scissors she had in her book bag.
Keira cut the end of the socks and rolled it into a ring and then placed it around the ponytail I was confused as to how she did it because she moved quickly, but Za’naa hair was neat in one of them buns she requested.
She touched up the front of Za’naa’s hairline with some more gel and then she was all set to go. Za’naa was swooning over herself in the mirror.
“I like this,” she said pointing to the tiny hairs on the front of her hairline.
“I do too… you always gotta keep your baby hairs on fleek,” Keira told her, and they both laughed.
Checking the time on my watch, I saw that it was time for Za’naa and I to head out so she can get dropped off.
“Your hair is beautiful Naa,” I said getting up from the bed and lifting her backpack up. “KeKe gotta teach me that style.”
“Or she can just do it. You don’t have to do my hair now if we have KeKe.”
She was staring in my face to see if I would agree. I looked from Za’naa to KeKe, and she held her hands up letting me know she didn’t mind doing her hair. I didn’t either honestly. Managing her hair was a hassle to me even though Keira did it without any issues. I guess women and men were put on earth to do certain shit and hair was one of them which was strictly for them
“Yeah, she can do it. I don’t appreciate you trading on me again. First auntie and now Keira?”
“Ugh!” Za’naa groaned. “Don’t make this difficult daddy.”
I chuckled because I was aware she was going to get tired of them low ponytails I was giving her. She was a growing girl, and I knew she would change as bad as I wanted her to remain daddy’s little girl.
Her and Keira shared a hug after she thanked her for doing her hair we were out the door. I opened up the passenger door for Za’naa, and she slid right in buckling up her seat belt. I made my way to the driver’s side and got inside and then started the car.
Za’naa had her usual routine where she listened to the radio and played on her phone during our drive to her school. Five minutes into the ride, she lowered the radio and looked at me.
“I’m glad KeKe is around dad. It feels like we’re a complete family.”
“We were always a family.”
“Yeah and KeKe makes us complete. I always wanted a mother.” I felt Za’naa bore into me and I looked at her from the corner of my eyes. “Can she be a part of our family?”
“If she wants to, I don’t see an issue with that,” I responded processing in my mind if Keira thought we were that serious to take on an important role with my daughter. Yeah, she was around now, but being a part of our family was a big deal.
“I can tell you like her, and I like her as well if that makes you feel better?”
I rested my head back. “I want you to feel how you feel baby girl. Your opinion matters to me the most.”
“Wellllll… since you say that I really like KeKe.”
“Bet,” I responded looking at her dimple smile.
Once we got to her school, I gave her a hug and a kiss, and I told her I was going to pick her up later. I didn’t have anything to do until later that afternoon, so I went back home to find Keira back in bed under the covers.
I slapped her hard against her ass, and she yelped and shot a hard glare my way rubbing where I hit.
“Don’t you see I’m trying to catch up on some sleep? I’m tired.”
“Tired from what? You were with Naa and me all yesterday.”
“Well, maybe I need to make up from the sleep I needed from being kicked out at 6:50 every time I was over here.”
I shook my head with a chortle and leaned over her and placed a kiss on her forehead. “That’s old shit KeKe, let it go,” I responded even though now thinking about it, it was fucked up. “I appreciate you helping me out this morning. You made Naa very happy.”
“She’s a pretty little girl. She needs more flavor in her life.”
“Both y’all not gonna be coming at my hairstyle. How many niggas you know that does their daughter's hair?” I shot back playfully.
“I don’t,” she responded getting on her knees and wrapping her arms around my neck. “Which is why I think you’re the best father in the world. I don’t know a man that would step up to the plate and raise a little girl on their own and you’re doing a great job at that. Za’naa is extremely smart and well mannered. I’m still trying to figure out how you did it.”
I pecked her lips. “When you’re not given an option you have no choice.”
“Za’naa asked about us being a family.”
“And what did you say?” she replied rearing her head back. She already had it on her face that she was waiting for me to say the wrong thing. What the wrong thing was? I had no clue.
“I told her I was going to see how you felt about that.”
Keira dropped her arms from around my neck. “See, I’m not too disappointed in that answer, but it’s really all up to you. I love you, unfortunately, and that means what’s important to you is important to me…”
“Wait, fuck you mean, unfortunately?”
Keira giggled. “I said what I said. Loving you wasn’t no walk in the park you know…”
“I couldn’t have been that bad.”
“Tuh! If it weren’t for Naa, I would’ve killed you, but that’s beside the point,” she quickly said once she saw my facial expression change. “What matters is what we have now. I still can’t believe you have me here with you, but you do, and I appreciate the fact you finally let me in. Family is what you make it, and I’m here.”
“For life,” I told her, and she had the nerve to lift her left hand and examine it. I picked up the pillow and mushed her in the head with it. The way things are headed, making Keira my wife could possibly be in the near future.
KEKE
“I’m sorry… Mr. Moseley…” I watched the receptionist flip through the paperwork and shake her head. “Za’naa was picked up already.”
“By who!” he spat. My body jumped and standing next to him I felt the heat rising off his body. I placed my hand on his arm to calm him down, but he snatched away from me and walked around the counter and got in the woman's face. I darted to where they stood and wedged my body in between them to create some distance. The poor white woman looked terrified, and I’m sure she was ready to call the cops on his crazy ass. I mean, Zayne was over six feet tall with a dangerous demeanor, shit, I’d fear for my life too.
“Baby,” I tried to reason with him. “There’s another way we can handle this. Let’s go around the corner.”