Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway 3: The FAM (Who Wants That Perfect Story Anyway)

by Natavia

  “I already know about them fucking around!” I told him.

  “How the fuck your bitch ass know?” he asked.

  I smirked. “Come on, yo! You questioning my intelligence?” I laughed.

  “Naw, but I know because Mama was starting to disappear throughout the week for a few days. She was getting flowers and expensive gifts sent to the house and all that. I put a tracking device under her car and followed her one day. I knew she was fucking with somebody but I wanted to know why she felt like she had to keep it a secret. But anyways, I follows her for like an hour and a half and we ends up in Arlington Virginia. She met him at a Red Lobster, and as soon as she got out the car, he kisses her! I was going to kill that nigga and say fuck everything else. But I saw the way she smiled at him. She never smiled at Pops like that! I knew then that she loves the nigga. So as long as Mama is happy then so am I! It wasn’t my place to tell anyone because she wasn’t ready for us to know,” I revealed.

  “Damn, your ass crazy!” Royal laughed.

  “Ay, yo where Honey at?” I asked. I just noticed I hadn’t seen Honey since that night Royal fucked her.

  “We came to a mutual agreement that she leave. I know it wasn’t her fault for that shit that happened with me and Cam, but I felt like that was the right thing to do. She was cool with it because she told me that she could no longer work for me anyway because she was too attracted to me. So, I heard she went down Georgia. You know that’s the number-one place for strippers.” I agreed with him.

  Koran walked in and I was confused. I hadn’t seen that nigga in months. After Royal got shot, he disappeared without a trace. I was going to kill this nigga! But come to find out, Liyah and Tashondra was behind that shit. I wanted to know who killed Liyah ass though. I got a good feeling it was someone I knew.

  “You wanted to holla at me?” he asked Royal. Royal excused himself and they walked into the back.

  Tee-Tee called my phone and I answered. “What, yo?”

  She started crying into the phone and I could barely hear her. If Tee-Tee wasn’t on birth control, I would’ve thought she was pregnant. When she was pregnant with the baby she lost and with Coren, she would become extra emotional.

  “I’m sorry, baby! I’m so sorry! Can you come home so we can talk? Are you okay? Did they jump you? They gave Raymond a black eye!” she boo-hood into the phone.

  “Shorty, where my head is at right now, I can’t come home right now!” I told her then hung up on her.

  I was stressed the fuck out and I just wanted time to myself. I had a lot to think about and what Royal said a few minutes ago still played heavily in my mind. I didn’t want to do it, but I thought it was time for me to let Tee-Tee go. There was always something between us. We fought, cussed, and argued and that shit wasn’t normal. I loved her too much to keep putting her through this shit. Yeah, it’s about time we called it quits.

  Royal

  Koran had a seat in the chair; we were in the lounging room. He looked all nervous and whatnot, but truth is I was surprised he even came. I figure we needed to squash this shit over Cam. Us sitting down and talking should’ve been something we should’ve done in the beginning, but the nigga was coming at me wrong.

  “Alright, what’s up?” he asked nervously.

  “I wanted to discuss a few things with you far as Cam,” I told him.

  “Go ahead,” he said. I chuckled because I still couldn’t see what Cam saw in this bitch-made nigga.

  “Cam and I are getting married and she is carrying my son. I don’t want any shit from you, nigga. I’m squashing the beef but I still don’t want you calling and texting her for stupid shit. I get that Parker is your daughter and you want to see her and whatnot, but you and Cam can discuss that. But that’s the only topic that should be discussed between you and my shorty. The late-night phone calls and texts is dead!” I told him.

  Koran nods his head I could tell that he finally understood where I was coming from.

  “Cam is a good-ass woman. Not too many are like her these days. She one of those old-fashioned women that believes in sticking with her nigga. I fucked up and I’m not going to even lie to you. I cheated on her with a down-low, crazy bitch who kidnapped my ass and tried framing me for attempted murder. But I’m going to be honest with you. I will always love her no matter what. I can respect y’all relationship, but me shutting my feelings off for her ain’t happening,” he said.

  I nodded my head. Cam just had that affect on us. Long as the nigga stay in his lane, I didn’t give a fuck about his feelings.

  “I miss my daughter, though, and Cam done got her number changed. One of my shops is opening back up tomorrow and I want to know if she can swing her by. That’s all I want is to be in my daughter’s life,” he said.

  “I will talk to her about that,” I told him. Months ago I was being selfish. But this nigga’s and Cam’s relationship was bothering me. I was intimidated by the fact that she once was head over heels in love with this nigga. I thought that he could just take her away from me. But now I knew there was not shit to be afraid of, because she was mine. Whether I wanted to be cool with the clown or not, I had to be. She was about to become my wife and have my son. She was the mother to both of our kids, so we had to do it for them.

  “Good looking out and congrats on the baby and proposal. She deserves it and I hope you learn from my mistakes. I always thought I had a hold on her. I never thought that one day another man would be living under the same roof as my daughter. Never thought that another man would be marrying her or getting her pregnant,” he said, standing up to leave.

  “Alright nigga, I get up with you,” I slapped hands with him, calling it truce.

  “How is Parker?” he asked as we walked out.

  “She good, spoiled as hell. She got a little mouth on her, too, with the few words she can get out. She gets that shit from her mama, though,” we laughed.

  “Damn, I miss her,” he said.

  “Look, yo, if she doesn’t bring her by, I would,” I told him.

  “Good looking out!” Then he left.

  Corey started clapping and wiping his eyes playfully. He was quiet, I forgot all about him being here.

  “That was a touchy moment! So, are y’all getting bunk beds so y’all can all be one, big ass, happy family?” he asked.

  I grilled him. This lil’ nigga could get under your skin. “Come on, let’s go. You need to take your ass home to your girl and work shit out,” I told him.

  “By the way, are you still cool with that C.O at the women’s detention facility?” I asked.

  “Lena?” he asked.

  “Yeah, her,” I responded.

  “Hell naw! That bitch burnt me!” he said. I gave him a weird look.

  “Nigga, you mean to tell me you had your dick ready to fall off. You too young for that shit!” I told him.

  “That was a while ago!” he said. I shook my head because he and Killa used to fuck around five different bitches a week.

  “I know what you hinting at, though. That’s already been taken care of!” Corey smirked. I wasn’t into hurting women but that Tashondra chick needed to fall the fuck back. She wasn’t the one who shot me but that bitch had a vendetta against Cam. If she had gone that far because of Cam there was no telling what she might do next. All I knew was all of my loose ends needed to be tied up before my son got here. I just wanted to enjoy my family and my hustle. I was getting old. Chasing after niggas trying to murk a motherfucker was getting old to me. Unless someone hurt my family but that was a different story.

  After I dropped Corey off, I headed back home. I walked into the house and it was quiet. Cam and Parker must be out somewhere. I was ready to dig in her shit, I kept telling her hard-headed ass about leaving and not telling me. I hated when she went places with no one else with her to help her just in case her water broke early. I hoped she was smart enough to take Jamie or somebody with her.

  I went up the steps and Alita came out of the bathroom naked
. She was dripping wet while she walked freely down the hall drying her hair.

  I cleared my throat and she acted startled.

  “Oh my, I’m so sorry!” she said, wrapping the towel around her body.

  “It’s cool, but next time use the bathroom in your room. I don’t want my shorty coming home and finding you walking through the hallways naked. She would fuck our asses up!” I scolded her.

  “Yes, I understand. The water in my bathroom is not running hot enough,” she said.

  “Okay, I will check it out later!” I told her.

  Cam defiantly had nothing to worry about with me and Alita because I was not impressed by her toned physique and small breasts. I laughed to myself because Alita’s breasts were about the size of my balls. I walked into our room, shut the door then lay across the bed.

  I turned on the TV and it was breaking news on. “The body of thirty-two-year-old Tashondra Williams was found this morning, nearly decapitated. Tashondra had a deep gash in her neck almost severing her head from her body. The women’s detention facility is now under investigation. Where were the guards when this mother of four was brutally murdered? Tashondra was charged with possession of a fire-arm and attempted murder. She was scheduled to go in front of a judge Thursday for a bond hearing,” the reporter stated.

  I didn’t know how he did it, but this shit had Corey written all over it.

  Tee-Tee

  Corey had been home for two hours and had not spoken one word to me. When Cam dropped me off earlier to his truck in front of the barbershop, my brothers were waiting for me. Mook did a number on Raymond’s face and I couldn’t wait to see that bitch-ass nigga. I got a few slugs with his name on it. On our way home, Rashaad was telling me how Mook had me on speakerphone. So Corey basically heard me admit that I fucked another man.

  I knew I fucked up again. I had no business taking it there with Mook. I didn’t think he was like that, but like always, Cam was right. He didn’t give a fuck about me—all he wanted was some ass. My little brother Raymond wasn’t talking to me. Raymond told me I was the reason for all of this. Rashaad hadn’t said too much to me either, and like always I was the bad guy.

  I knocked on the door and Corey finally opened it.

  “What’s good, shorty?” he asked me. This was not the Corey I was used too. He had actually been calm lately. I would curse him out he would just ignore me. He just heard I fucked another man and he still didn’t say too much to me. When I talked to him before he came home he told me he wasn’t sure if he was coming home. I’m glad he did, though, because I was worried about him.

  The old Corey would’ve choked or slapped my ass. He was too calm and that only meant one thing. He didn’t care about me anymore. I stood in his face and cried.

  “What’s up, Tee?” he asked with his arms folded.

  “Why aren’t you talking to me?” I asked.

  “You fucking that nigga is not my business, shorty. We just cool, remember? ‘You can do what you want until the baby gets here and I get a DNA test done.’ Those were your words, not mine. I’m letting you do whatever it is that you want,” he told me.

  “Are you in love with Myla? Is she the reason why you are acting like this?”

  “No, I’m in love with you! I just want you to follow your heart. If that nigga is the one for you then go for it. He might can treat you better than I can, anyway. That’s why you ran to him in the first place, isn’t it?” he asked.

  “You just going to give me up like that?” I asked, hurt.

  “Naw, shorty, but when you love something you let it go, you know the rest. Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to go to bed. I had a long-ass day today,” he said.

  I walked out of his room and slammed the door behind me. Fuck Myla, I just wanted my man. I wanted him in bed next to me, holding me. I still couldn’t bring myself to tell him about the baby I was pregnant with now. I’m one fertile-ass bitch!

  I tossed and turn all night because I was having cramps. I panicked then got dressed. I wasn’t planning on having another baby but I certainly didn’t want to lose my baby. I would hate to go through that again.

  I knocked on the door to tell Corey to keep an eye out on Coren until I got back. This nigga didn’t even ask me where I was going he just said “Okay” and walked to her bedroom down the hall half-asleep.

  I was leaving the emergency room at twelve midnight. They told me cramping was normal in early stages, but I wouldn’t know. But overall, everything was fine and the cramping came from my uterus growing from the baby. My first two pregnancies, I was popping pills and drinking, so I didn’t feel a thing. I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me tonight, but I was happy everything was fine. I had been texting Jamie and Cam back and forth, non-stop, to let them know what was happening in a group text. They both wanted to come but I told them they better not leave their men in bed for me. I had to convince them at least ten times that the baby and I were fine.

  As soon as I was ready to get in my car, someone threw a pillowcase over my head and tied my hands behind my back. Whoever the person was, they were strong as hell; I could tell it was a man. I kicked and screamed but it was muffled because my face was covered. They threw me over their back then tossed me inside of a trunk. I almost shit myself because here I was being kidnapped and I was sure they were going to kill me.

  The car bounced. I could tell it was going over a dirt rocky road. I could hear owls and bats. I thought we were in the woods. I didn’t want to make too much noise because that would upset them even more. My only goal was surviving at this point.

  They came to a stop and I heard them walking. They opened the trunk and picked me up, throwing me over their back. Not once had this nigga said a word. A door opened and moments later he dropped me down on something soft. I assumed it was a mattress. He then ripped my clothes off.

  “Please, don’t do this! What do you want? Just let me go!” I begged. All of a sudden, he smacked me across the face. He tied my arms and legs to the bed. I was now naked and I couldn’t even defend myself. I was helpless so I lay there naked and hopeless. He was going to rape and kill me. I watched enough TV to know the more you beg, the more aroused they became. Sick motherfuckers like this got off on hopeless people. Tears fell down my face. They took the pillowcase off of my face. The stranger had on a mask. He sat down next to me and I could feel him staring at me. I burst into tears because he was scaring the fuck out of me. He puts blindfolds over my eyes.

  I could hear him leaving the room and coming back. “What the fuck do you want?” I asked.

  Silence.

  “Answer me, damn it!” I cried.

  I couldn’t see anything because this psychotic motherfucker blindfolded me. I hear his zipper come down and sounds of shoes being kicked off.

  “Please, whatever you do, just do it and get it over with! Don’t hurt my baby!” I sobbed but I could still hear them taking off their clothes.

  I felt a tingling sensation as something light brushed across my skin. My nipples were erect and I didn’t want to feel this good. A complete stranger was getting me horny. The texture felt like it belonged to a rose or a feather. I really didn’t know what it was but it felt really soft.

  “Please, stop!” I squirmed. He had to be a white man. I watched “Law and Order: SVU” marathon every Tuesday and this was the type of shit they did to you. Kidnap you then take you to some freaky type of secret spot where they have toys for you. They seduce you for a few days then kill your ass. They might find my body wrapped up in a sheet by the train tracks somewhere.

  Something cold and sticky dropped on my nipples and he hungrily licked and sucked it off. It smelled like Strawberry syrup or something. He sucked my nipples in then popped them back out of his mouth. His warm tongue flickered around them while his arms roughly spread my legs further apart. More tears fell from my eyes because no one ever made my body feel like this before. Too bad he was going to kill me afterwards.

  I felt his strong bo
dy slide down the length of mine. He slowly inserted something cold inside of my already wet pussy. He lifted me up under my ass then gently kissed the labia of my pussy. I moaned then squirmed. My body enjoyed it but in my mind I was screaming for help.

  After he French-kissed my lips, he pulled my clit between his teeth, gently sucking it. My stomach muscles quenched and my toes cracked. My mouth was open but no sound came out, as I had an orgasm so strong that I stopped breathing. He spread my legs further apart and sucked whatever he inserted in and out of my pussy. Not once had he made a sound but I could tell by his breathing that I tasted good to him. He sucked until the object came down tickling my spot but my pussy muscles pulled it back in. He sprayed something on my pussy. It was thick and foamy and it smelled like whip cream. He was slurping and sucking all of the juices out of me until I had another orgasm. He all of a sudden stopped and I lay here panicking because I knew he was ready to kill me.