SIDECHICK: CATCHING FEELINGS

by K NICOLE

  “I really want a mini me,” she said after dropping one of the tacos in her mouth. “What would you do with a little girl?”

  “Beat any nigga’s ass that look her way,” I said, chewing my food. Easy. Perri covered her mouth laughing, but I was dead serious. “If I have a lil’ boy, Ima teach him the game Ghost.” Perri stopped laughing so fast, it was turn to cackle.

  “Nu uh. Not my son,” she spat. Perri was watching me but I kept a poker face on. “You better be playing, Zeus. Ain’t no way my son living that life. He gonna be an engineer or something. Anything but a street nigga, no offense.”

  “None taken. Yeah, I was just fuckin’ witcha. I’d beat his ass if he wanted to go that path. I want my lil’ nigga to be better than me,” I said, turning serious. Ima have it set up where his ass go straight to college, and speaking of the future, Draco is stepping down and wants me to step up and take the throne.”

  “Wha… what does that mean?” She eyed me as she took a long sip of her Sprite.

  “I would need to be in Miami more than I am now, but I was thinking about a new scene for the both of us. What do you think about moving to Miami?”

  “Moving?” she asked softly. I nodded and waited for her to give me more. “Umm… that actually sounds like a good idea. I would rather be in another state other than the one my mother was living in. A new place to start over at. No one knows me… I love that idea. Can we move tomorrow?”

  Chuckling, I shook my head. “Not tomorrow, but I at least I know we’re now on the same page and we can start looking at houses for sale in Miami online.”

  Perri grabbed her drink and tacos.

  “Where you goin’?” I asked, eyeing her. She was already walking towards the back.

  “In the room and in the bed! I’m about to shop for some houses on my MacBook! Fuck Dallas!”

  DIAH

  The kids started school next week and I was one tired mama trying to get them ready. It was the older three going to school and Celeste to daycare. She had to go too. Mama had to get her business in order if she was going to be doing this by herself. I wasn’t planning on putting Roman on child support because he was a wonderful father and was still going to take care of the kids regardless. Just like he left the six bands at his mama’s house for me to pick up to buy them whatever they needed and to put some down for the daycare fee. He was a wonderful provider, but a horrible husband.

  I had taken the girls to get their hair braided today and hopefully they wouldn’t hull em by the first day of school. Roman actually did me a solid and took Rome to get a haircut because the barbershop wasn’t a place for a fine ass woman like me. Niggas pressed their luck every single time, not caring that I was married and had a big a rock on my hand. Even though I was in the middle of a divorce, I still wasn’t ready to start dating. A girl needed time for herself!

  My best friend was popping up this weekend and should be here very soon. The kids were at my parent’s house and I was getting ready to take a bath and get ready for tonight festivities. Lyric was not going to want to sit in this house. My girl was a party girl.

  I was only going out to have fun but I made sure to use my Pussy Fairy yoni soap and yoni scrub from Xfoliate Collection. Had my shit squeeky clean and feeling good. By the time I was drying off, my doorbell was sounding off. Tossing the royal blue plush towel over my naked body, I skipped to the door to open it for my bestie.

  “Friiiiend,” Lyric’s loud voice sang out when the door opened. She didn’t care that I was still wet from my bath and that I just had a towel on. She still leaped on me and hugged me tightly. “I missed youuu!”

  “I missed you too! You gon’ make me towel come loose and that white man over there is going to get a nice view of these big ole jugs,” I laughed, tightening my towel around me.

  Lyric looked back and waved at the man that introduced himself to me the first day I moved in as Mr. Vincent. Very nice widower. His wife had passed away from cancer three years ago. I pulled Lyric inside and shut the door, locking it.

  “I could use a sugar daddy out here. These houses are niiice!” she exclaimed, sounding like Tiffany Haddish.

  Lyric was dark skinned with the sides of her hair shaved and the rest of her hair was in box braids. She definitely pulled the look off. She was taller than me, standing at 5’10. She was dressed down in a red Nike sweatsuit, but her makeup was beat. It was the glitter eyeshadow and winged eyeliner for me. Lyric had a cute shape that she hid everyday in scrubs, but when my bitch stepped out… she stepped out!

  “When was the last time you even had a night out?” she asked me once we reached my bedroom. Untying my towel, I started drying my body off. Lyric had seen my body plenty of times. Even my pussy when she was in the room when I had Lizzy. I wasn’t ashamed of my body anyway so I was comfortable being naked in front of her.

  “Girl,” I stopped and eyed her, “the last time was in Miami with Roman, Zeus, and Perri’s asses.”

  Lyric rolled her eyes and smacked her lips. “About that… where she at so I can whoop her ass? Playing on my best friend’s top like that.”

  I waved her off. “Fuck that. I can't even all the way blame her. It was Roman who I was married to. I just thought me and Zeus were better than that for him to know and still bring her ass to my house and around me period. I’m still shocked that he is marrying and having a kid with a bitch his brother done fucked!”

  This time Lyric waved me off as she flopped down onto my bed. “Girl niggas don’t give a damn! That’s why we gon’ have a good time tonight and shit, maybe you’ll find you a new man.”

  “I’m not going out for that,” I said, cutting my eyes at her. I started rubbing body butter all over my body. “I don’t want to get into anything with a man right now.”

  “You can still get them kinks out your back and the webs out ya pussy! You ain’t gotta put a title to shit! I hear ya tho. We gon’ have some fun tonight though!” Lyric hopped up and started twerking with her hands on the floor. I continued moisturizing my body and shaking my head. Lyric was gon’ have me going against everything I had just said.

  __________

  Lyric took us to a club called Power. It was a club in the hood and I should have known she wanted to do ratchet ass activities because that was what Lyric loved. She didn’t care for the jazz clubs or poetry nightclubs. Lyric wanted to pop that ass and coochie all night. She had on leather shorts with a wine leather crop top and black heels that strapped up to her thighs. Her braids were in a high ponytail with the tips slapping her ass every time she took a step.

  I had on a red dress that stopped mid-thigh and the front dipped low to my navel. I was a bad bitch if I do say so myself. When I passed by the mirror at my house, I had to stop and just chef kiss because I was a fine ass creation. My jet black hair was bone straight down my back and my face was beat, thanks to Lyric. She wasn’t just a travel nurse, the girl was a self taught makeup artist. On my feet were clear heels. I didn’t want attention on me tonight, but the way I was looking, it was bound to get it by default.

  “Yo shorty in the red dress! You fine denna bitch!” some random nigga hollered out.

  “She's single! Meet us inside!” Lyric hollered at him and I slapped her arm. “What? You are.”

  The line moved fast and I busied myself on my phone while Lyric chatted with people she knew growing up. This was my hood too, The hood I grew up in so I knew the girls too, but knowing how rumors of me and Roman divorcing were probably gossip amongst folks lately, I was a little embarrassed. Perri said she wasn’t the only one. Who knows who else he fucked during our marriage. Probably some of the bitches up in the club.

  “We’re going to have a good night,” Lyric muttered in my ear. She paid the entrance fee for the both of us even though I could have and she pulled me inside with her.

  The DJ had just dropped a Lil Baby song and the people went wild. I needed a drink to loosen up so our first stop was the bar in the corner. It was so crowded and thick inside,
our shoulders were touching someone else’s as we walked. It was ridiculous.

  “What can I get you two ladies?” the cute ass bartender asked, eyes glued on Lyric. It was a look as if he knew her and they done fucked before look. She probably fucked and dipped and he was finally seeing her ass again. “‘Sup Lyric,” he said. “Long time no see.”

  Bingo.

  “Undez,” she spoke, eyes locked on him. “How… how you been?”

  The bartender or Undez, smiled real big as if he wasn’t expecting Lyric to remember him. Now I need all the tea on this. She was all in my business, but it looks like I needed to be in hers.

  Undez was about a 5’9 Puerto Rican. He had hazel eyes, his bottom lip was fuller than the bottom but it wasn’t thin. His head was full of black curls with the sides and back tapered. Undez had black bushy brows and long ass eyelashes that made his eyes even more gorgeous. Lyric had to be on dope to turn him down because he seemed to really like her.

  “Been fine. Was little fucked up that you had dipped off on me and then I hadn’t heard from you. My messages went unread and my calls went unanswered… but anyway, what can I get you two?”

  “Damn Lyric,” I muttered, but she probably didn’t hear me because of the loud music. Dude really looked hurt behind her disappearing on him. He was cute as hell. Yeah, I was going to have to get to the bottom of this once we moved away from the bar. “Some shots of Patron please,” I answered for the both of us since Lyric’s voice seemed to be now caught in her throat.

  “Coming up,” Undez said, more to Lyric than me.

  Lyric pinched me under the bar and I snatched my arm from her. She was so turned up a few moments ago. Now her ass was quiet as a mouse.

  “You good?” I smirked. “You never told me about him. He’s a cutie.”

  “Here you ladies go. A few shots.”

  We turned around and Undez had eight shots of Patron set in front of us. I handed him my card and he put his hand over his heart and mouthed, “On me.” His hazel eyes fixated on Lyric once more before leaving us to take care of other clubbers.

  Once he was gone out of earsight I yelled, “Biiiiitch.”

  Lyric picked up a shot and tossed it back. She shivered and grabbed another. I picked one up and tossed it back and regretted it. I was gonna be on my ass before the night was over.

  “He had some good dick too,” she leaned over and yelled in my ear. My brow rose.

  “Tell me more!”

  Lyric giggled and I knew it was the liquor taking over.

  “It was so good, I cried afterwards. That’s why he hadn’t seen me since because I made a fool of myself. Dick was so good, I cried real tears Diah.”

  “So why did you practically ignore the man now?”

  “Bitch my pussy wet. As soon as he said my name, I was cuming. My God.” Lyric closed her eyes and licked her lips. I glanced back over my shoulder at Undez and he was looking this way. Both these muthafuckas had it bad for one another.

  We tossed back the other shots and then Lyric pulled me to the dance floor. It felt like I was floating now and everything the DJ played, I danced to. I bent over and twerked and as soon as I did, a nigga appeared behind me, pressed up against my ass I felt how hard he was. When I stood back up, his ear was to my ear.

  “Dress a little too damn short for you to be bending over like that, ma.” His deep voice sent chills down my spine and pussy. “Had a few drinks?”

  I cheesed so hard, eyes squinting. “Something like that.” His dick pressed up against me had me horny as fuck but I didn’t do one night stands. But then again, maybe I should try it. Roman fucked Perri in the bathroom at a party. Maybe I should get this itch scratched tonight.

  ROMAN

  Because Diah’s folks were having their family reunion this weekend, the kids were with them instead in Louisiana. I busied myself by picking up money from the traps, counting it, and putting it up. Muthafuckas were surprised to see me pop up because normally Zeus did that shit. I would just meet up with him and count. Today I was a little bit more hands on.

  It was around two in the morning when I got a screenshot from one of our runners. My brows furrowed as I squinted, trying to make sense of the picture that was sent to me. Diah was in the club. It was dark but I knew her body. Behind her was some nigga I had never seen before. He was close up on her. Pressed up on her, with an arm around her waist. The dress she wore was mighty short and it pissed me off.

  I was in line to get my food at Wendy’s, but seeing this shit, I cut out the drive-thru and headed to the hood. This whole time I thought she was in Louisiana with her family, but instead she was showing her naked ass in the club.

  Lyric must be in town, I thought to myself. That was the only muthafucka I knew that could get Diah out of the house to do some hoe activities.

  It took me fifteen minutes to get to Power. I parked in front of that muthafucka and hopped out with my Glock tucked in my waistband. I didn’t leave home without it. I went in my pocket and pulled out two hunnids and handed them to the bouncer to look over patting me down. On a mission, I pushed through the club to find Diah’s ass. It was dark as fuck in the club. I hit that nigga up to see if he still had eyes on her.

  Nah boss. I think she dipped off with that nigga.

  That hit me dead in my chest. In my heart. Diah was letting some random ass nigga fuck? Was he random or had she been fucking him? All kinds of shit was running through my head as I left the club. As I jumped in my Escalade, I dialed her up. Her phone automatically sent me to voicemail. I kept calling and getting the same results. I finally left her a damn message.

  Why the fuck you not answering my phone… huh? Hear you in the club and I pop up to check shit and you done left with a nigga or did he snatch you up? Maaaan… hit me back bro!

  Diah… what the fuck bro. Answer your damn phone man. Who is this nigga?

  At this point I was sounding like a wounded dog because my heart was just that… wounded. How did this shit flip on me? I had no idea where Diah lived. I had no idea who the fuck she was with. I started my truck and moved it from in front of the club all while trying to find Lyric’s social media so I could hit her up since I didn’t have the bitch phone number. I couldn’t stand for her to be friends with Diah because her ass was a bad influence.

  “Who doesn’t have an Instagram or Facebook account?” I grunted. I couldn’t find Lyric on shit.

  I sent my phone flying across the seat and hit the steering wheel. Taking a few deep breaths, I got myself under control and drove home. There wasn’t shit else I could fucking do. Or was it?

  __________

  Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

  That was the sound of our naked skins slapping against one anothers. Her body was glistening with sweat and her weave was stuck to her back. I don’t know who this bitch was but I went right back to club and took me home a fucking freak.

  “Fuck! You fucking the hell out of me,” she whined. I ignored her and grabbed her ankles, opening her legs up wider. The bitch was a fine dark skinned female with an ass on her. Real too. I forgot what she had said her name was. I think it was Dawn or some shit. I didn’t give a fuck because this was just a one time thing. I wasn’t looking for shit from her but a nut. “I’m about to cum.”

  “Cum for me,” I coaxed her, closing my eyes so I could focus on the nit that was building up. I didn’t have a condom on because I fucked up and didn’t have one with me. We were at her shit and she didn’t have one either. I was just hoping my pull out game was strong tonight because I didn’t need no outside kids.

  She let out a damn high-pitch scream as she squirted all over my stomach, dick, and thighs. The warm liquid coated my dick and I began to pound the fuck out of her. The girl tightened her pussy muscles and pulled my nut out of me. I quickly snatched my dick out of her and stared at her muthafuckin’ ass like she was the devil. My chest was heaving and I was attempting to catch my breath.

  “You on birth control while you pulled that stunt?” I
questioned her, walking blindly to her bathroom. I tripped over some clothes that were in the hallway and a damn toy truck. I guess her ass had a kid or kids but they weren’t here. Finally, I found the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I jumped when I turned on the light because it was fucking nasty. How the fuck someone so fine had a nasty ass bathroom like this, Clothes was piled up in a hamper, the toilet needed a good wash down and I was scared to pull back the shower curtain. I decided to just back out and piss outside or something.

  “You not staying?” she asked me, when she noticed me putting on my clothes. I should have never taken it all off. I didn't know what her damn room looked like because we were in the dark but I made sure to shake my clothes. I was scared to turn on the light.

  “Nah man. I gotta um… I gotta get up early ‘n shit,” I let her know.

  Dawn kept trying to get me to stay but I had to let her know what it was and then I left. I couldn’t wait to get home and shower. I checked my phone as I drove home and not a damn message or call back from Diah. I swear if any nigga lay a hand on her, I was gone murk me somethin’!

  DIAH

  “Mmmmm shit. Yeeeeees,” I sang out as this nigga Marco ate me out from the back.

  He was the nigga that had his dick all up on me in the club and I decided to live for the moment and get my back blown out. Besides, Lyric decided to leave with Undez and if she said his dick was good as it was, he was gon’ have her ass cryin’ all mufkin night. I was most likely going to regret this one night stand, but right now, I was focused on this niggas tongue gliding in and out of my folds and over my pearl.

  My phone kept fucking ringing and the first time I glanced at it and saw that it was nobody but Roman calling me, I got so annoyed and turned my phone off.

  Marco locked onto my clit and I came so hard, gripping his sheets. We weren’t in a hotel. This nigga took me back to his condo and it was nice. He was a bachelor who owned a few hotels here in Dallas, Austin, Houston, and San Antonio. The fact that he wasn’t pushing drugs turned me on even more.