by Dior, London
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head as I pulled up to the lofts. Chanel was waiting for me in the parking lot, talking to some ugly dude. I swear, as pretty as my friend was, she liked those ugly cats with faces only a mother could love.
When I walked up, Crunchy Black’s friend smiled at me, but I gave him the screw face. Shit, he was uglier than the dude that Chanel was talking to, so I just knew that he didn’t think he was getting any play. I cleared my throat rudely, and motioned my head toward the building’s entrance. Chanel excused herself and we walked off.
I hoped like hell that Jabari wasn’t in the building. I was going to hit him where it hurts tonight. He was going to see how it felt to be lied to and cheated on. I let out a chuckle. He was going to be mad as hell when he found out that I was messing with his homeboy.
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The loft that they held the party in was a plushed out five bedroom apartment that took up the whole sixteenth floor. It had scarce furniture, but it was decked out with a state-of-the-art entertainment system, a bar filled with expensive liquors, a pool table, as well as a stripper pole, and stage. It was set up similar to a club, but with more of a homely feel.
For it to only be an intimate party, Wise and Keem sure did invite a lot of people, and it was mostly females too. I turned my nose up in disdain, looking at the half-naked chicks walking around. They knew that they kept some dehydrated chicks around, just like Jabari’s trifling ass.
I had been at the party for close to an hour, and much to my disappointment, Wise hadn’t even come over to speak to me. I was low-key salty, because Wise was the one who usually showered me with attention. We caught eyes, and he smiled a couple of times, but he quickly turned away, like I was just a random chick.
I couldn’t help the feeling of being played, and my attitude along with my facial expression displayed it. Chanel kept laughing at me, but I didn’t find it funny.
“OMG! If you don’t just go over there and talk to that man already!” She chuckled, nudging me on the shoulder.
I tooted my lips up, and allowed my eyes to roll to the ceiling, then land on the ground. “I’m not thinking about Wise.” I lied, Chanel knew that I was lying too. The face that she gave me made the both of us burst out into laughter.
“Whatever, heffa. I’m about to go get me a drink. I see that it’s going to be a long night.” I sighed, my eyes traveling back to Wise as he spoke with some skinny bimbo.
The bar was located across the room , ducked off in the corner. I had to pass Wise and I tried my best not to look at him. Truth was, I was jealous as hell because he had been entertaining that little skinny broad since I walked through the door. She was alright in the face, but she wasn’t me.
I made it to the bar and poured me a cup of liquor. I was starting to feel as if I should have stayed my ass at home. I was already in my feelings about Jabari, now Wise had me in my feelings even more. I rolled my eyes as I turned to go back over to where Chanel and I were sitting.
When I turned, I bumped right into Wise. He was all up on me and I didn’t even see him approach me. I jumped, trying not to spill my liquor on myself, then I frowned up at him. “Why your big black ass standing up there, like that? You almost scared me.” I shot, placing one hand on my hip, and using the other to take a sip from my cup.
“The same reason yo’ ass didn’t come speak to me, and you in my shit.” He had this cocky smirk on his face that was so sexy to me.
I waived him off. “Boy please. You was all up in that broad’s face. I wasn’t trying to get you into trouble.” I told him sarcastically. I could help the twinge of jealousy that flowed through my body.
“Here you go. That wasn’t nobody but Mika’s ass. She a part of the team.” He explained stepping closer. “But fuck her. I heard you left that nigga, is it for good this time?” He had been dying for me to leave Jabari.
My forehead wrinkled with surprise. “How did you know we broke up?”
He chuckled, “The whole hood knows y’all broke up. Y’all crazy ma’fuckas was setting it off at the DHS, you know word travel fast; especially when a bunch of ratchet ma’fuckas involved. Yo’ ass ain’t even got no reason to be getting food stamps. You try to be too independent when niggas willing to take care of you.”
I waved Wise off. “Whatever, you play too many games. And mostly definitely, that’s a done deal. I can’t do it with his ass anymore.”
“Good.” Wise said, his intense glare took in my body lustfully, before his eyes landed back on my face. I had to look away. “And don’t be clowning in public like that. You too pretty to be acting like that.” He rubbed the side of my face, licking those thick pink lips. My body shuddered. At that very moment, I would have done anything that he said. He had me open as hell and didn’t even know it.
Chapter Four
Wise
I saw Milan as soon as she walked through the door. I wanted to walk right up to her and bite her sexy ass. She was looking good enough to eat. But, she was on that bullshit. She told me that she wasn’t coming and I wasn’t about to cater to her ass. I swear, Milan thought that the world revolved around her; she always did.
I had been digging Milan since high school, we had history. But now, she was stuck so far up Jabari’s ass that it wasn’t funny. He didn’t even know what kind of woman that he had at home, because if he did, he wouldn’t have been dogging her out like he did.
I sat back and watched the fuck shit that he did. I tried kicking knowledge to her ass, but she wasn’t trying to hear it. I was a hater if I said something, and I knew that she would be mad if she knew the shit that he did and I didn’t say anything. That’s why I fell back and allowed her to do her.
It didn’t even matter anymore, though. He fucked up and now I was about to slide back in. I saw the way that she looked at me whenever we were around each other. The eyes never lie, and it was obvious that she still had feelings for me, just as I did for her.
“Let me holla’ at you in the back room for a minute.” I suggested, wanting to sneak some time alone in with her. I had invited a few of the females that I was messing with, and everybody knew that she was Jabari’s baby momma. I didn’t give a fuck, but I wanted to save her the drama.
I took her hand and led her to the back room, closing the door. My shit was brick hard and the dog in me wanted to bend her ass over and beat it up right here in this room. But, I wasn’t gone do her like that, just yet. I wanted to see where her head was. Milan was more than a piece of pussy to me, and she knew it.
“Damn, you done had a nigga chasing you since forever. You better stop bullshitting with me before I just take you.” I shot, stepping closer to her and taking her into my arms. Her soft body pressed against mine felt so good and it had me aching to be inside of her.
I knew that she could feel that she belonged just where she was at… in my arms. Our chemistry was crazy. I’d dropped everything that I had going on to get back to the old us.
“Whatever, you knew that I had my situation. Plus, you got Sasha, and a whole stable of hoes to go along with it. I already deal with bullshit messing around with Jabari, and y’all birds of a feather.”
My face frowned all the way up. I knew that she couldn’t possibly believe the bullshit that she was kicking. I wasn’t nothing like Jabari’s broke ass. “Stop lying to yo’self. If that’s the case, why you in this room with me?” I stepped closer using my body to back her against the wall. “And why you want me to fuck you right now? I know yo’ pussy wet.” I gripped her up and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her hungrily. I had been waiting to do that for a minute.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and shit was about to get real. Well, until the door burst open and Kennedi, one of the little broads I was messing with, came barging into the room.
“Oh hell naw, Wise! I already play second to ya’ girl, but I’m not playing the background for the next bitch!” Her chickenhead-ass screamed. She looked from me, then to Milan, with her arms folded tightly across her chest.
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Kennedi knew that it wasn’t even laying like that with us. I fucked around with her from time-to-time, but there wasn’t any commitments. I was shocked that she was playing herself like she was.
Milan pushed me away and she was about to walk off, until I grabbed her arm. “Where you going? Stay right here.” I demanded. Then, I turned to Kennedi. “Man, get yo’ ratchet ass out of here.”
She fixed her mouth to say something, but I gave her that look and she left right back out. I knew that I would be cutting her off after tonight. I didn’t need nobody around that didn’t know how to play their position.
“I knew this was a bad idea. Let’s just go back out there.” Milan tried to say, but I wasn’t hearing it.
“Fuck that. If this what you want, here I am. Fuck that broad, fuck Jabari. What’s up? You trying to do this?”
She just nodded her head yes. That’s what the fuck I thought! I wasn’t playing with Milan’s ass no more.
Chapter Five
Jabari
“Do you have to leave?” Jamella whined, looking at me with those puppy dog eyes. I was annoyed as hell with her. I couldn’t believe that she put me on blast in front of Milan.
I told her that I would tell Milan about her and Janarius when I got good and ready to. Now, she had caused unnecessary drama that I wasn’t trying to deal with. That’s why I pushed Milan to the voicemail. I knew she was gone be on some bullshit. Her temper was bad enough to make a nigga want to slap her ass.
See, Jamella and I were never supposed to go as far as it did, and I for damn sure wasn’t trying to have a baby with her ass, but shit happens and now I was stuck. I guess it worked because Jamella held a nigga down when Milan got to trippin’.
“Yeah, it’s late as fuck and I got to go talk to that girl. You know you was on some bullshit, right?” I looked at Jamella, taking her in with a frown. “Plus, you need to do something with your hair. You walking around with that nappy shit, looking like a brillo pad on yo’ head.” Jamella was really starting to let herself go. When I met her, she was a fly chick. She kept her nails, hair, and make-up flawless, her body was on point, and she dressed nice. But after Janarius, it was like she didn’t give a damn how she looked, and the extra weight that she gained wasn’t cute.
Jamella’s mouth hung open. “Really Jabari? If yo’ ass would take care of yo’ son, then I would have enough money to get my shit done. You know what? I don’t know why I’m even fucking around with yo’ broke, sorry ass! You’re a has been! Still living off the past. You ain’t Big Jay no more.” She chuckled, trying to crack on me. But how could I take a bitch serious with nappy eyelashes, and crusty ass feet? Me knocking her up was the best thing to happen to her. She could front all that she wanted to.
I just shook my head, taking in the clothes thrown all over her junkie room. The only reason she got my attention in the first place was because she gave me the best head that I ever had inside of the club the first day that I met her. She just didn’t know, after today I wasn’t fucking with her no more.
“Yeah, whatever. Go comb yo’ eyelashes.” I cracked, slamming the door and hopping into the car with my homeboy, John. I had called him to come pick me up since I didn’t have a ride. Milan was fucked up for leaving me at the DHS office, but we didn’t need to be around each other and I knew it.
“What’s up bro?” I asked as we pulled into traffic. I met John while I was on lock down. He was my Bunkie up at Jackson, and he was the only nigga that I really fucked with like that. Wise and Keem used to be my right hands, but they didn’t really fuck with me for real. They both saw me struggling and wouldn’t put me on. I expected it from Wise, but Keem really had me looking at him sideways. I thought for sure that he would have my spot waiting for me when I got out. But, it didn’t happen like that. They took over the thrown and just cut me out, feeding me scraps like I was some peon-ass nigga.
I wasn’t about to sit in the cut and watch them getting money while I was barely making enough bread to survive. That’s why I was taking niggas shit, and putting it up for when I made my grand entrance back into the game. John and I had hit a couple of spots and came out with a nice piece of change. I just had to lay low until the smoke blew over. I just needed to find a plug that would fuck with me and my people, then it was on.
Then there was Milan. I loved the fuck out of her. I had a fucked up way of showing it, but I did. She just didn’t know, I wasn’t as broke as she thought I was. I just needed her to hold it down until I got enough re-up money saved to cop how I wanted to. Nobody wanted to front me, but I was going to show niggas. And since Milan was holding a nigga down, I was gone take care of her ass when I got back on my feet. She was the only loyal ma’fucka in my life, even though I didn’t deserve it.
“Shit, you heard about that party at Wise and Keem’s loft?” John asked.
“Yea, I ain’t fucking wit’ it.” I waved him off. I wasn’t about to party with a bunch of fake ma’fuckas. Plus, I needed to get back to the crib and deal with Milan. I knew that she was going to try to have a little attitude. But, all it took was for me to hit her spot in the right way for her to act right. She was addicted to the dick.
John paused for a second, then looked at me. “I think you should go, bro. I heard that yo’ baby moms up in there and she a little too friendly with Wise.”
I swear, I caught an instant attitude. I knew that they had something going on a while back. Milan never admitted to it, but I wasn’t stupid, plus I heard a few things, but I would fuck both of their asses up if it was true that they were disrespecting me. “Nah, somebody lying.” I shook my head in disbelief.
“Nah, straight up. I heard she went into the back room with him and all. They on some lovey dovey shit.” John explained.
I was seeing red. I had put in work on a nigga for much less. You don’t fuck with my money or my bitch! I turned to John. “You got yo’ pistol on you?” He nodded. “Take me to the party.” That’s all I said. Wise was my homeboy, but I’d kill that motherfucka!
Chapter Six
Milan
It was like I was in heaven and I never wanted to come back down to earth. Wise had me by his side the whole night, catering to me like I was his girl again. Just for a second, I tricked myself into believing that we could be together. However, I didn’t want to get spoiled, my mind would start making up feelings toward him that I shouldn’t have been feeling. He wasn’t like Jabari, the feelings that I felt while around him were unexplainable. I’ve loved Wise since the day I first laid eyes on him back in high school. But, loving him scared the shit out of me, so I tried to suppress that emotion.
Though Jabari had disrespected me on several occasions, I sort of felt bad for being all up under Wise, knowing that most of the people that were in attendance ran in Jabari’s circle. But, why should I care? I asked myself, scanning the room. I was tired of doing what was right. I wanted Wise!
Call me what you want, but my body was dying to feel him inside of me. That kiss in the room earlier had my body craving his touch. I wanted him to make me feel good, even if it was just for the moment. Hell, I deserved to feel good. I knew that after tonight, things would return to normal, and I would be back to working hard, taking care of my babies.
“Damn, you should have been dropped that nigga. I’m crushing on you hard, with yo’ sexy ass. You know you mine, right?” Wise asked, pulling me closer into his arms, and pressing his chest against mine. His six four frame towered over my little five three self and I loved it.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. What about Jabari? His crazy ass is going to trip, especially with me having his kids.”
Wise chuckled. “You really think that I’m worried about lil’ ass Jabari? Ain’t nobody thinking about that nigga. You was mine first. Is you gone stop bullshitting or what?”
I couldn’t exactly give him an answer. Wise and I used to kick it on the low a long time ago, but he was a hoe back then, just like Jabari. “We’ll see. Y’all men be playing games.”
I finally answered.
“Whatever,” Wise chuckled, waving me off. “We’ll see whose playing games.” He leaned in and pecked my lips.
The whole time that Wise and I were interacting, Keem was looking at us and shaking his head. Keem was close to Jabari, and I wondered if he would snitch. I was enjoying Wise, but I knew that we were tripping, displaying affection in public. I wanted to pull away from his embrace, but he had me hypnotized. It felt so good to finally be back in Wise’s arms.
However, as much as I just wanted to let go and enjoy Wise, there was this nagging feeling that just wouldn’t go away. I knew that eventually word was going to get back to Jabari about me and Wise.
I had a feeling that he would pop up and show his natural black ass, and my feeling was right. Not even twenty minutes later, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jabari walk into the room, frowning at me and Wise all hugged up. His eyes were cold, and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach because I knew how ugly things could get.
***
Wise
Punk ass Jabari… I ain’t liked the nigga since he started fucking with Milan. I tolerated him because he was Keem’s people, but I knew the day would come that I would have to lay his big ass the fuck out! See, the problem with him was that he felt the world owed him something. But didn’t nobody owe him shit. He’s the one that went against the grain and got his dumb as locked the fuck up. Now nobody in the game was fucking with him.
I watched him as he approached us. He was big mad, and I had to chuckle. Milan was mine now and he might as well charge that shit to the game. It wasn’t shit else he could do about it. What was he gone do? Beat my ass? I damn sure wasn’t gone let him touch Milan.
Keem walked over to where we were standing, stepping in front of me and Milan, just as Jabari walked up. I could tell Keem was irritated. He had been telling me to leave Milan alone since forever, and I tried to respect her relationship, but she was all me. She put some type of voodoo on me the first time I laid eyes on her and I was stuck ever since.