Rozalyn 6: The Finale

by Shan

  “Bitch, you're dead to me,” he said before he walked out of the hotel room. I hurried and jumped to my feet and followed behind him. I didn't care that I was still dressed in my bra and panty set. I was determined to catch up to him and explain myself. I didn't want him to leave like this.

  “Neek!” I called after him. I kept running towards him, but he'd gotten on the elevator and closed it before I could reach him. I turned around and ran for the stairwell. I pulled the door open and jotted down the stairs until I made it to the bottom. I pushed through the doors and ran through the lobby that was filled with rich white people and black people that paid to fit in with them. I knew that all eyes were on me and I didn't give two fucks.

  I searched the parking lot frantically looking for Neek's black on black Challenger. Suddenly I heard a door slamming and pipes blaring in the night air. I ran hard as hell trying to reach his car before he pulled out of the lot. I don't think he knew that I was still coming after him because he was just sitting there. I could see his silhouette through the tinted glass and I could tell that he was out of it.

  Grabbing the handle of the door, I tried to pull it open it but it was locked. Neek looked up at me and his eyes were so cold. He had never looked at me with so much disgust in his life. Even when I had finally come clean to him about my being the one to put his cousin Tron in the hospital after nearly killing him years ago. I thought then that I would lose him, but after not speaking to me for two weeks, he finally came around saying that he understood where I was coming from.

  He knew that back before I had our daughter Dominique, I was a straight up gutta bitch that didn't give a damn. I lived by the gun and for many years thought that I was going to die by it as well. Only for that reason, Neek forgave me and we continued to move forward and progress in our marriage. Now, I didn't know if we would ever be the same.

  “Neek,” I pleaded with him to open the door, but he jetted out of the parking spot damn near taking my arm with him. I threw my hands up in the air then turned around to go back upstairs. I prayed to God that Dro wasn’t dead and that I wouldn’t lose Neek to prison behind this shit. I wouldn’t be able to live with it. How was I going to explain to my daughter how I fucked up her life and fucked her out of having a father because I chose to be a hoe?

  “The fuck are you looking at?” I spat at the balding white man that past me as I walked through the lobby. I threw up the finger at the old bird that was on his arm and made my way to the elevator. I pressed down on the up button continuously until the bell finally dinged and the doors slid open. I jumped on the elevator and leaned up against the back of it. “Catch the next one bitch!”

  Rolling my eyes, I hit the number six button and waited for the doors to close as I took the dreadful ride up to the sixth floor. Soon as the doors opened back up, I stepped off and headed to the room that Dro and I were occupying. My heart was beating fast as hell the closer I got and my steps seemed to grow heavier and heavier. I had no idea what I was going to find on the other side of this muthafucka’. This nigga could be dead and then what the hell was I going to do.

  When I made it to our room, luckily, the door was cracked and I could walk right in. I breathed a sigh of relief when I spotted Dro sitting on the edge of the bed with an ice pack over his head and a handful of tissue over his nose. There was blood every fucking where. Neek had fucked him up, but thank God he was alive. I rushed over to him and knelt down in front of him. I didn’t know what to say to him other than that I was sorry.

  “I’m so sorry, Dro, I had no idea that he even knew about us or that he even knew that I would be here. You know I’ve been extra careful. I don’t know what the fuck happened,” I explained.

  “Think this bitch ass nigga broke my fucking nose. Get the fuck off of me,” he said, pushing me away as more blood spilled from his lips.

  I stood to my feet and just stared at him. As much as I wanted to go after my husband and try to fix our already destroyed marriage, I couldn’t just leave Dro like this. I rushed to the bathroom and gathered up all the towels that I could and then came back to Dro dropping the towels at his feet. I looked around the suite for a first aid kit and found one underneath the bathroom cabinet.

  “Stop it, let me help you,” I told Dro as I tried to apply pressure to the gashes on his forehead.

  “Get the fuck away from me, Starr.”

  “No, stop it nigga! Let me help your ass! Don’t get no fucking attitude with me like this shit is my fucking fault. You knew the deal when we first started fucking around. Remember you didn’t care, so don’t act like you were surprised at what just went down.”

  He pushed me backwards and stood to his feet. Immediately, he stumbled and I grabbed him before he could hit the floor. I pushed him back onto the bed, straddled him and tended to his wounds this time without resistance. He refused to look at me, but I knew that he was slowly forgiving me by the way he brought his hands up and wrapped them around my tiny waist.

  This nigga had just gotten his ass handed to him by my husband and I could feel his dick rising beneath me. Sadly, when he reached down and tore my panties away, I quickly slid down on his chocolate stick ready to pick up where we left off. Might as well get a good couple of nuts before I went home to my fucked up reality.

  10: Rozalyn

  I walked inside the Yardbird Southern Table and Bar restaurant and made my way up to the hostess letting her know that I was meeting someone here for lunch. Once she confirmed that my party was already here, I followed behind her as she escorted me over to the table. I sucked in a deep breath and slowly let it out. Peeking down over the white scoop neck BCBG dress I was wearing, I made sure everything still looked good. I hated wearing white, but after seeing this dress sitting on the mannequin last weekend, I knew that I had to have it.

  Lately, I had become a little insecure about my body. Being on house arrest all that time had caused me to gain an extra twenty pounds and had me stacked in places that I had never been before. Yea, I’d always had a great shape even after having children, but I was rather thick now and didn’t quite know how to feel about it.

  I spotted him from the back as we approached, but the Guilty Gucci cologne that he was wearing had hit my nostrils before I could even reach him. That was something that he and Tamar had in common. They loved that damn cologne and it was a scent that always left me intoxicated and wet.

  I nodded my head at the hostess and tapped Jaheim on his shoulder. He looked up at me and then ran his eyes over my body. He held no shame as his eyes stopped midway through and just lingered there for a few seconds. My legs began to tremble out of nervousness and embarrassment. Maybe this dress was a little too much for just a lunch date, or maybe he noticed the extra flab that I had around my stomach.

  “Damn,” Jaheim said as he finally brought his eyes to my face and stood to his feet. He held his arms out and I stepped into his embrace. I could feel his strong hands caressing my backside and I had to keep from getting comfortable and relaxing my head into his chest. He felt so good and familiar to me.

  For the past couple of weeks, Jaheim and I had been texting back and forth and even sat up on the phone a few nights for hours at a time getting to know each other. I tried my best to not like him knowing that Tamar would have a fit if he found out I was talking to him, but fuck it, Tamar had to let me move on one of these days.

  I had already warned Jaheim that I had a crazy ass baby daddy that would probably try to kill him. He said that he didn’t care and that he could hold his own, so I just hoped that he was really about that life as he claimed to be. I had no control over Tamar’s actions and just wanted the nigga to know that his life could be in danger for fucking with me. He needed to know that he was entering at his own risk.

  One thing that I did fail to mention was who my baby daddy was. I knew I was wrong for not telling him, but hell ninety-nine percent of the time when niggas tried to holla and I told them who I was rocking with, they practically ran in the opposite directio
n.

  It was a possibility that Jaheim and Tamar didn’t even know each other, but I wasn’t taking a chance. I just wanted a normal life and a fair chance at having a real relationship without Tamar fucking it up for me. I really liked Jaheim, but I wasn’t gonna allow myself to get too attached to him. Sadly, I knew it was more than likely that we wouldn't make it too far.

  “Fuck it, I’m just come over here and sit next to you. I feel like you too far away from me,” Jaheim said before he got up and sat next to me.

  He squeezed in the booth and forced me to scoot over. I couldn't help but laugh at him. The way he was staring at me made me feel so damn nervous. He was giving me butterflies all over again. Although I had talked to him plenty times since we saw each other at the club, this was the first time I had seen him face to face since that night. He was even more handsome than I previously thought. He had some of the softest caramel skin that I had ever seen on a man, and damnit them damn green eyes had my juices running.

  “Every time I see you, you just seem to become more and more beautiful to me. I hate to be staring at you like this, but you’re just a very gorgeous woman,” he said to me, and I thought it was funny how we were practically thinking the same damn thing.

  “Thank you,” I giggled lightly. I went to turn my head away from him and look at my menu, but he took his finger and forced me to look up at him. For a few seconds, I stared into his eyes and then bit down on my bottom lip. I couldn’t resist. I knew he wanted to kiss me, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss him too. I licked my lips before I pressed them against his. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth before slowly slipping my tongue into his mouth.

  I felt his hand slide beneath my dress, and I welcomed his touch. Hell I needed his touch. His finger slid into my kitty, and our kiss deepened. We were so into it that neither of us noticed the waitress standing at our table. I broke away from Jaheim first, but he was still trying to get at me. I shifted my eyes towards the waitress with a devious smirk on my face, and that caused Jaheim to turn around.

  “Damn my bad,” he said and I couldn’t help but to laugh.

  “No problem, I can come back if you two need a moment.”

  “No…I…I think I need a drink,” I said fumbling over my words. Jaheim still had his finger in my slit and was working his thumb ferociously over my clit. I could barely contain myself. I wanted to pull this dress above my waist and spread my thighs, but it would have to wait.

  This was our first date together, and I already felt like I had gone further than I had anticipated. This nigga was probably thinking I was easy and a quick fuck. Shit Rozalyn, do better; I thought to myself as I reached under the table and forcefully pulled Jaheim’s hand away.

  “Let me have the Southern Peach,” I told the waitress and placed my drink menu to the side.

  Jaheim ordered another beer and the waitress went away to obtain our drinks. He tried to go back to where we had left out, but I had to be a big girl and push him away.

  “Why you stop me?”

  “You know why. You gonna have me up in here hollering and screaming if I allowed you to keep going.”

  “So, what’s wrong with that?”

  “Nah, it’s not even gonna go down like that. Keep your hands to yourself nasty.”

  “Nasty? You the one that was over there trying to get them legs open wider in that tight ass dress.”

  “No, I was not!” I laughed.

  “Yea, whatever. But for real, on a serious note, I’m really feeling you, Ms. Rozalyn. I was supposed to touch back down in Dallas a week ago, but I couldn’t leave without seeing you first and spending a little time with you.”

  “When do you plan on going back? And you never told me what it is that you do.”

  “I don’t know, think I might chill out for another week or two since I done met you. And I’m still tryna get this cat to fuck with me on the business tip. And I think you know what I do.”

  “I mean I’ve been making little assumptions about what you do, but I don’t wanna just toss you in a category you don’t belong in.”

  “I’m a hustler. And I’m pretty good at what I do.”

  I don't know why I felt a sense of disappointment hearing Jaheim confirm what I had already known. I guess cause I was really sick of dealing with these thug ass niggas. Tamar had given me so much of that life that I really didn’t think I could take another nigga that sold dope for a living. I kinda wanted to see what it was like to date a dude that worked for Wall Street, or perhaps a lawyer, a doctor, just something other than a dope boy, but I had to admit that I really liked Jaheim. I mean really, really liked him.

  “Is this something that you plan on doing all of your life or is this just a means to an end?”

  “Truthfully, it’s a family business and I doubt that there is anything else that I can do. I’ve been doing this since I’ve been a kid, and I don’t know nothing but to hustle by any means, ya’ know?”

  “Sounds familiar,” I nodded.

  “We just trying to get things back on the right track, which is why I’m out here trying to get this dude to work with me on the business tip, but he hasn’t been so easy to convince. I don’t know what happened, but it was like he just decided that he no longer wanted to fuck with me and fam.”

  “Who? Who is he?” I asked, but somehow, I knew whom he was speaking of. I wanted to take the less I know, the better route, but I knew that if he was in the game and looking to do business that he was most likely speaking of Tamar.

  Things had changed a lot since Tamar and I had split up. From what Starr had told me, Tamar was running a damn drug cartel now. I wanted her to spare me the details, but she was too enthralled with that shit that she had to keep going on and on about it. The bitch was mad that she couldn’t get in on the action.

  Tamar now had control of cocoa fields in Mexico, Brazil, and some homegrown shit that came out of Jamaica, which was supposedly to have come from Keysha and her family; all making Tamar even richer and possibly more hated than he already was. To me all the things that Tamar was involved in sounded way more dangerous than it was before.

  Everybody that sold dope dealt with Tamar in one way or another, so if Jaheim and his family was trying to get paid, he had been better off finding something else to do with his life.

  Tamar was not about to give this dude a chance to make it and it was all because of me. I felt like I should tell Jaheim and just get this shit over with. Hell once he found out that Tamar was my husband and that I was more than likely the reason he couldn’t develop a business relationship with him, he was going to chunk my ass the deuces anyway. It was best I let that happen now, rather than later when I was probably too caught up and at risk for having my heart broken.

  “Dude named Neek. He’s the one that invited me out to the club that night I ran into you. He was supposed to meet me there and introduce me to the boss man, but the nigga just stopped answering my texts and didn’t even show up to the club.”

  I sighed. “Look there is something I need to tell—” I started to say, but was caught off guard when someone coming towards us had caught my eye. A huge lump formed in my throat the closer she got and I tried to quickly divert my attention in another direction, but her eyes caught mine and it was too late to pretend as if I didn't see her. She stopped at our table and smiled at me like we were all buddy-buddy and shit.

  “Roz, what’s up girl? How are you?” Keysha had the nerve to place her hand over her small stomach and smirk at me. I could tell that she was trying to rub that shit in my face, but I wasn’t about to let this bitch see me sweat. Although, I wanted to break down and cry and even jump over the table and beat her ass down for having the nerve to be carrying what I knew was my husband’s baby, I wouldn’t.

  “Oh, my God girl, look at you. You glowing and everything. I see that baby is doing you well, cannot wait to meet my kids’ sister or brother. Have y’all found out what you’re having?”

  The look on Keysha’s face wasn
’t a pleasant one at all. The bitch looked like she had gas that wouldn’t pass. I rolled my neck and cocked my head to the side waiting on the hoe to answer me. She opened up her mouth to say something, but before she could, I spotted two big muthafuckas walk up behind her. One I remember from the night he ran me down back in Atlanta so that Keysha and me could have a little woman-to-woman talk. He took one look at me, whispered something into Keysha’s ear, and they all walked away.

  As soon as they were out of sight, it seemed as if the tears poured from my eyes like a burst of raindrops. This would be the second baby that Tamar has had on me. Separated or not, this shit stung like crazy. I couldn’t believe that this was about to happen again.

  ***

  I walked into my house and headed straight to my bedroom to grab a blunt from my stash and then to the kitchen to make myself a drink. Things had been going so good between Jaheim and I and Keysha had to show up and ruin it for me. I was mad as fuck because all this told me was that I still wasn’t over that bitch ass nigga yet.

  “You still not ready to tell me what had you crying and why we had to leave up out of there so fast for?” Jaheim asked me. I was so deep in my damn thoughts that I had forgotten that I had invited him into my home. I shook my head no and opened up the bag of weed that I had. I started to break down enough for a blunt while taking long sips from the Absolut that I had in my glass.

  “Do you mind if I have a shot of your Patron?”

  “Oh, my God. I am so sorry, Jaheim. I’m being rude.” I sat the weed down and walked over to the cabinet to pull Jaheim a shot glass down. I hurried and wiped away a tear that threatened to fall before I turned back around to pour Jaheim a drink. I handed him the glass and went to go back to rolling the blunt, when he grabbed my hand and pulled me away. He brought his finger up to my chin and forced me to look up at him.