by Shan
I went to push Jaheim back, but he snatched me up so quickly, tossed me onto the bed on all fours, and had rammed his thick dick inside of my slit. I yelped out in pain when he roughly pumped in and out of me. He grabbed my hair and pulled me into his chest. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and brought his hand around to play with my clit. I gushed all over his fingers and began throwing my ass into him.
“So fuckin glad you a’ight ma’,” Jaheim told me as he fucked me like he was scared he was going to lose me. Tears began to spill from my eyes as I thought about the fact that all of this will be short lived. I hated the day that I ever met him because him leaving me was going to only cause me another heartbreak that I wasn’t sure so I could deal with. I was so tired of crying over niggas.
“Damnit Jaheim, I’m about to cum again,” I moaned as he slid in and out of me.
“Cum then, what you waiting for? Cum on this dick baby.”
I shut my eyes tightly and bit down on my lip as I came for the second time in a row. I was ready to collapse onto the bed at the point, but Jaheim held me in place as he pounded himself into my soaking wet pussy.
“Shit, I’m about to nut! Damn this pussy is so good!” Jaheim yelled before stroking himself into a fat nut. He pulled himself out of me and spilled his seeds all over my ass. Once he was done, he fell out onto the bed, and I got up and went into the bathroom to grab us some hot, soapy towels. I washed myself off first and then went into the room and cleaned Jaheim off before throwing the towels into the hamper that sat inside of my closet.
I walked over to grab my clothes off the floor and began to get dressed. I could feel Jaheim’s eyes on me, and I suddenly had lost the courage to tell him everything that had gone down, but I knew that it had to be done.
“So, what’s this shit you were talking about somebody doping you up and taking you from your house?” he asked me and I went on to tell him everything that had gone down starting from the very beginning. I told him about my marriage to Tamar and how we weren’t actually divorced yet. I told him how Tamar seen us talking at the club when we he and I ran into each other, and how that was probably the reason why he couldn’t get Tamar to do business with him. I then told him about Tamar having his people to stage a fake kidnapping and how he threatened Jaheim’s life if he we didn’t stop messing around.
“Wow, what the fuck, Rozalyn? How could you keep some shit like this from me? Do you know what the fuck I have risked fucking with you? My family is counting on me to come through from them, and this nigga Tamar is the only fucking way for me to make shit happen. That’s why Neek all of sudden blew me off.”
“I’m sorry. I know that I should’ve told you, but I just wanted to have a normal fuckin’ life for a change. I told you that I no longer want to be with him, but he refuses to sign the divorce papers and refuses to let me go. Can’t you just find someone else to work with?”
“There is no one else left. This nigga done knocked out all of the fucking competition to force everyone to work with him. Man look, my pops just got out of prison six months ago after being locked up for ten years, and before he got home, I was doing my thang out in Dallas for a good while. We had a nice little coke connect from this cat named Rico, but somebody took that nigga out and slowly our inventory started to dry up.”
I cringed at hearing him mention Rico’s name. I was a little disturbed at how small the world actually was. It seemed like no matter who I fucked with, they all still ended up running in the same circles as Tamar. Shit. This was starting to look worse and worse by the second.
“I looked around like crazy trying to find a new supplier, but kept coming up with nothing good. We still had our heroin supplier, but niggas was getting restless, money was starting to look funny for everybody and of course that caused a lot of panic. Muthafuckas got to robbing everybody and bodies started dropping left and right. My pops tried to make a few things happen through his connections through the Muslim community, and they all kept coming up with this nigga Tamar’s name.
I told my pops to put me in contact with him, but his brothers felt like something wasn’t right about it. They didn’t want to believe that a black man was running no cartel and figured it was all some hype or a bad ass rumor, so we decided to wait it out thinking something was gonna pan out. Well, about a month ago, our heroin connect, and a few men that had been protecting my pops for the last twenty years ended up dead. Word got out that it was the work of the UNC and that they were on a get down or lay down mission for anybody trying to get money. My pops found out that the head of the UNC was none other than this nigga Tamar and sent me down here to talk business and here I am fucking his muthafuckin’ wife! Shit!” Jaheim yelled and began pacing the floor. I stepped a few feet away from him when I watched him place his hand on his pistol. I knew that I should’ve told him from the beginning, but I didn’t know things were this deep for him.
“The UNC? What does that stand for?” I questioned and Jaheim looked at me like I was crazy. I had heard Starr mention the acronym before, but I didn’t care to ask what it meant. Ever since I was beaten damn near to death after I had been arrested for killing Latoya and her mother, I didn’t give a fuck about what Tamar did and nor did I want to know. I never told anyone how close I was to giving them agents the little info I did have on Tamar because I was in so much pain and tired of them torturing me. I didn’t want to ever do that to him no matter how bad things were between us. I preferred to stay in the dark about his business as much as possible.
“Look, I’m not lying to you when I said I haven’t been with him in almost seven and a half months now. I’m dead ass. I’ve heard some things have changed for him, some for the better, and that he is on a level that he’s never been before. I’ve heard my girl mention him being head of a cartel, but I don’t know exactly what’s going on with that shit. I really don’t be caring to know about it honestly.”
There was a knock at my door and I walked over to it to open it. Starr stood there with a strange look on her face with my phone in her hand. I looked down at the phone and saw that Tamar had called me several times and left a few text messages. I unlocked my phone and went to read what he had sent me.
Tamar: You still think this is a joke. Ask that nigga what type of flowers his mama like.
Text 2.
Tamar: Fuck him again and I swear bitch you’re dead to me.
Text 3.
Tamar: Death is the only way I would ever let you go and you about to find out how seriously I take my vows.
“Oh, my God!” I screamed. “I swear he gets on my fuckin’ nerves.”
Tears began to fall from my eyes as my phone shook in my hand. I looked over at Jaheim and could see the anger written all over him. I shook my head as I walked up to him. He tried to push me away, but I refused to part ways without first hugging and kissing him one last time.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I never meant to mess up anything for you. I’m so very sorry and I hope that everything works out. I knew that it would never work out, but I was really hoping for a change. I was being selfish and should’ve told you what was up from day one. I wish that it didn’t have to end like this, but you really need to go. He knows that you are here and I got a feeling that soon as you walk out that door, his men are gonna try to kill you.”
“The fuck?” Jaheim asked. “They’re here.”
“Yes, that’s why I was calling you and trying to stop you from coming over here. They’ve been here since the first time you came over and they’ve never left. When I leave, his workers follows me, and when I return there is always men sitting across the street from here and up and through the neighborhood. It wasn’t like this before, I mean a few weeks ago, it wasn’t like this. Every now and then, his friend Black would come by and check things out, but lately, it’s been crazy. They’re everywhere. New money, new problems.”
“Shit, the fuck have I gotten myself into? All behind some pussy at that.”
“Damn, it’s like that?” I asked
and stepped back away from Jaheim.
“Fuck out my way man.” Jaheim push past me and left out of my bedroom. I slowly walked behind him not knowing what to expect as he walked out of that door. I knew that the minute he walked out he could be a dead man and the way Tamar was talking in his text messages, I could be next.
“I’m sorry, Jaheim,” I told him once more as he walked out of my home with his pistol in hand. He didn’t look back, but instead watched his surroundings as he made his way to his car. I could see the men that sat across from my house now standing outside of the car. My heart rate sped up as I noticed them watching Jaheim intently. He rushed into his car, they did too, and when he burned off, they followed behind him.
Shaking my head, I went back into the house where I slammed and closed the door behind me. Kim, Brian, and Starr were all standing in the doorway looking at me with sad faces. I immediately broke out crying and they all came to me and ushered me to the kitchen where Starr had made up one of her crazy drinks that consisted of Ciroc, pineapple juice, gummy bears, sour worms, starburst, and gummy live savers. Seeing the drink made me smile because it looked like a big ass kids’ drink, but once you were done with you, you didn’t even know how fucked up you were until it was all gone.
“They’re gonna kill him,” I cried. “He don’t deserve that.”
“Awww, Rozalyn. Don’t cry,” Kim said as she rubbed my back.
I sat back and told my girls everything that had gone down and why I was in such a fucked up mood. We had several blunts in rotation between Starr, Brian, and me. Kim didn’t smoke, so she only sipped on the drinks getting just as messed up with us. Starr and Brian wasn’t surprised with the things that Tamar had done and neither were I, but Kim on the other hand was in shock.
“So be honest with us, Rozalyn,” Brian said. “Are you sure that you’re over, Tamar? I mean, you was just crying over him less than a month ago. And I received your crazy ass text message you sent about finding out his little girlfriend was pregnant.”
I sat back and thought about Brian’s questions and although the answer was easy, no one would understand how I was feeling. No, I wasn’t over Tamar. I loved him like I knew I would love no other, but that didn’t mean that I wanted to be with him anymore. He had done too much to me and maybe I had done too much to him as well. I just felt like the two of us were better off being apart, raising our kids together, and just trying to be happy without either of us being tied down to the other.
“Y’all know that I’m not over him. How do you get over someone that you’ve been with for so many years—for eight years to be exact and three kids later? That’s not so easy to do. I will always love him, but I’m just so over the constant hurting and crying. I’m tired of him trying to control my life. Do you know that he hasn’t once said that he was sorry for sending me to Latoya’s house? Even if I put that order against him, he still could’ve told me that he was sorry.
And he could’ve asked how I was doing and how I was dealing with what happened, but nothing. I haven’t even been knowing Jaheim that long and when I told him about all that, he started sending me a text message every morning asking me if I’m feeling okay and if I need anything. Tamar is supposed to do that. I really liked Jaheim and I hoped that something could’ve came from it, but I should’ve known better. I gotta deal with the reality that I may be alone for the rest of my life.”
“Rozalyn, don’t think like that. I’m sure one day he will finally let you go.”
“Chile boo, she know damn well she either gonna be by herself or be with that nigga. Ain’t no need in making her try to feel better about it, hell it is what it is,” Brian said. “She needs to stop playing herself and fix her damn marriage knowing she gonna end up right back over there with him anyway. I been telling your ass for years to put your damn foot down and stop letting him walk all over you, but yet all you do is cry and jump in another nigga’s bed like that’s supposed the fix the shit. You know how Tamar is, you know that he is gonna flip out when he finds out you’ve been with someone else. The only reason he won’t let you walk away is because he know you ain’t ready to let go. Show him that you are serious and watch how fast he turns around.”
“Damn why you gotta be so hard on her Brian?”
“She’s knows I’mma keep it one hundred with her when she starts getting on my nerves by acting so dumb.”
I rolled my eyes and went to pour myself another drink. “He knows that I’m serious and I haven’t been letting him walk all over me.”
“Girl serving that man with divorce papers that you filed a damn year ago it seems don’t mean shit. You ain’t not once contacted a lawyer to see what you need to do since he won’t respond and Tamar knows that. You haven’t put his ass on child support. This nigga had people kidnap you and you came in the house and called us. How about call the damn police and put a real restraining order against his ass?”
“I’m not about to call the police on him. I would never do that.”
“I know you not and he know you ain’t either. But you could’ve at least made the nutty ass bastard think that you was gonna do something. That’s why he continues to treat you the way that he does because he knows that you ain’t gonna do shit but come up in the house and cry and complain about how hurt you are and how tired of him you are. But soon as he get close enough to blow on your pussy, you gonna let him right back in. Give it a couple of months and Tamar will have her right where he want her.”
“I think my girl serious this time,” Starr told him.
“She ain’t serious about shit. I got text messages to prove that she still stuck on stupid.”
“Whatever, Brian. Enough about me, Starr, please give me something else to think about besides my fucked up life. Please so this bitch can shut up about me, too.” I didn’t wanna hear nothing Brian had to say because I knew majority of what he was saying was the truth. He tossed me the finger and just like that his mood changed.
“Lordt, once you hear this shit, bitch you are gonna fall to the fuckin’ floor,” Brian said as he choked back on the remainder of the blunt that he had. I stared at Starr intently waiting for her tell me what was going on. I seen her facial expression soften, a look that she never wore unless when dealing with her daughter Dominique. I knew then that this was something serious and it almost scared me to hear the details.
“So, a few days ago, I was up in the Marriott with my side boo.”
“Wait, what? Side boo? Didn’t you tell me that you wasn’t cheating on Neek?” Where did he come from and when did this happen?”
“I lied. I’ve been seeing him for a while now and I figured I might as well tell y’all now because once Brian knew, I knew he was gonna be telling you sooner or later. Anyway, I was riding the hell out of my side boo’s face and was right in the middle of cumming all over his mouth when my husband walked in and beat the shit outta that nigga.”
“What the fuck?” I said and broke out laughing so damn hard. I was kneeling over and holding my stomach from laughing at this crazy bitch. “Oh, my God. This shit is so not funny, but it is!”
I continued laughing and so did Brian and Kim. The only one that didn’t was Starr’s ass who looked like she wanted to kill us. I tried to contain myself and be serious, but it was so damn hard.
“The fucked up thing about it is after he beat that nigga’s ass, I went back up to the room to finish fucking him.”
“Bitch, you need to be shot for that shit,” I finally said with all seriousness in my voice.
“Oh, fuck you. Hell, Neek’s ass done got boring as hell to me. He ain’t the same damn dude anymore and I don’t like all that changing shit he’s doing. Nobody told him to go the fuckin’ army and come back all well-defined and disciplined. Maybe cause he done turned thirty and done got old, I don’t know what it is, but I need my street nigga back.”
“Well, why didn’t you just tell him that instead of getting a new man. Damn, Starr, Neek is a good dude.”
“Didn’
t you get a new man?” Starr shot back and I rolled my eyes and tended to my drink.
“And I know Neek is a good dude, which is why I’m pissed at myself for getting caught. I wasn’t trying to leave the nigga and was only having a little fun. Now he’s on this divorce shit talking about how unappreciative I am. He claims I’m the reason he started hustling again because he could tell that I lost the spark that I used to have for him.”
“Wow, how long have y’all been together, Starr?” Kim asked.
“Six years in a few months.”
“Damn, so y’all are gonna get a divorce, Starr?” I asked her and I could see her getting teary-eyed, but I knew that she wouldn’t dare let a drop fall. She could keep that hard façade up all she wanted, but I knew when it came to her family, she was as soft as butter.
“I don’t know. I hope that he will change his mind and forgive me but he acting like a little bitch. I told him that I would leave the nigga alone and that we can work on everything, but he keeps talking about I’m taking this shit as a joke.”
“Cause you are bitch! You acting like you ain’t did shit wrong. You can’t just cheat on that nigga cause he’s boring and act like he supposed to understand. That’s a man, they are not as understanding as we are,” I told her.
“I’m not taking it as a joke, shit it is what it is. He knows how I am. I’ve been knowing him since I’ve been a little girl and ain’t shit about me different than it was before besides the fact that I calmed my bad girl ways for the sake of my daughter, but he had to know that I wasn’t gonna put up with his sixty thousand dollar a year salary before I made some shit happen myself. I’m used to unlimited amount of bands and if he can’t provide that shit for me, then either I will, or find a nigga that got me. It’s that simple. Say what you want about me, I don’t really care.”