by Lucinda John
“Tiny, baby, I love you. You got my heart. Can’t no bitch take that away from you,” he said, wrapping his arms around me.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, but your ass still on punishment for that shit you pulled.”
“Can my punishment wait? I’m horny,” I purred.
“Go play with your pussy like you did earlier. You ain’t getting this dick until you start acting like you know better,” he said, kissing me before making his way to the bathroom.
I watched through the mirror as he undressed, purposely running his hand over his fat, juicy dick before going in the shower. My kitty started to purr in anticipation. Making my way to the bathroom, I removed my clothes and got in the shower with him.
“Why you so hard headed?” he asked.
Instead of replying, I got on my knees and sucked his dick until he was groaning and cussing.
“Fuck!” he called out, as he emptied his seeds in my mouth.
“Thanks for the head, bae,” he said, grabbing his rag and body wash.
“What you mean, ‘thanks for the head’?” I asked in astonishment.
“I mean it exactly how I said it. I told you I wasn’t topping you off, but you decided to suck this dick anyways. This will teach your ass a lesson in being hard headed. Thank you for the head. I’ll take a sandwich too if you don’t mind,” he said before resuming washing his body.
Ramsey
“I promise you better be on your best behavior, or I will fuck you up,” Emma snapped, as she packed my bags.
The guys were spending three days in Vegas for Maleek’s bachelor party and a nigga was excited. Since I was the one who put this trip together, I knew for a fact it was about to be lit.
“The same goes for you,” I replied, kissing her on the lips.
“I don’t know if I’m going to Joie’s bachelorette party,” she said, zipping up my bag.
“Why not?” I asked.
“She fucks with Macy and I know for a fact she’s going to be there and you know I’m rocking with Tiny all the way,” she said, making sense.
“Iight, just hit her up so you won’t look bad. She about to be fam soon and I ain’t trying to have bad blood,” I reasoned.
“Ok, baby. You sure you want to go?” she asked, discarding her robe, displaying her naked body.
Me and Emma were going at it all morning, and for the first time in my life, I was drained.
“I have to go; I put this event together. Plus, my brother would kill my ass if he found out I bailed out on his trip to be buried in some pussy,” I replied.
“Fine, go.” she rolled her eyes.
“Don’t be like that, baby; it’s only for a few days,” I assured her.
“Yeah, ok,” she pouted.
“Come ride Daddy’s face before I go,” I winked.
****
“Damn bro, I can’t believe you’re getting ready to get married,” I said, as we made our way to the suite. The first night here I was throwing a freak show party. My brother was about to be tied down for life, so he needed to rub on as many asses as possible.
“I know, man. I can’t believe I allowed her to talk me into getting married a few weeks earlier than we planned,” Maleek replied.
“What, you getting cold feet?” Mayhem asked.
“No, I just feel like she ain’t telling me something,” Maleek said.
“What you mean? You think she’s pregnant or some shit?” I asked.
“That’s exactly what I think,” Maleek replied.
“Well, whether you get married today or next month, it’s something you want to do, right?” Mayhem asked.
Mayhem wanted to make sure Maleek was doing the right thing since he married Macy and later found out she was a foe.
“Yes, big bro, I’m sure I want to marry Joie. That’s my baby,” he replied.
“Good, now let’s get this party started,” I said, opening the door of the suite, showing off all the half-naked beautiful women I flew down and hired a few days ago for this event.
I'mma throw this money like a free throw, You just keep on dancing, like a freak ho
Arch your back, put your hands on your knees ho
Bounce that ass to my muthafucking beat ho
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass…
Speaker Knockerz’s “Freak Hoe” blasted throughout the stereo while every bad bitch in the building had their hands on their knees, bouncing their ass.
“Enjoy, big bro. We partying like this every day before you tie the knot,” I beamed.
“Damn, you tryna get a nigga prepared for his funeral,” Mayhem said.
“Self-control, bro. You can look, touch, but you can’t smash. But if you do, remember what happens in Vegas…”
“Stays in Vegas,” both of my brothers replied before making their way to the party.
I was sitting on the couch with three naked bitches on me, while Maleek sat there with a crowd of women around him. All of them wanted a piece of the soon-to-be groom, praying they could get a taste of that dick. Although Maleek was surrounded by temptation, he didn’t fold. He would touch and feel on some pussy, but he wasn’t about to fuck none of those hoes.
As this fine ass Latina chick grinded on my now hard dick, I thought about Emma. I was around a bunch of willing-to-give-up-the-pussy bitches, but Emma was the only thing on my mind. It was crazy because the old me would have tried to run through all these freak hoes; however, the man in me thought of the consequences.
****
“That party last night was lit as fuck!” I said, as we sat at the pool, having breakfast.
“That shit was straight. I still got a hangover tho,” Maleek said.
“Light weight ass nigga,” Mayhem laughed.
“Man, it’s been a minute since I partied like that and to be honest, I don’t miss that shit,” Maleek responded.
“I feel you,” I added.
“Did I hear correctly? Ramsey sick of the partying and different bitches?” Mayhem asked.
“Yeah, bro, a nigga really in love and I ain’t trying to fuck that up,” I truthfully replied.
“Fuck the hoes, let’s spend the rest of the trip gambling. I’m tryna come up,” Mayhem said.
“That’s cool,” I agreed.
Just as we agreed on, the rest of our Vegas trip was spent on us gambling. My brothers lost their money, but I came up on fifty bands. Aside from hoes, gambling was another bad habit I had; however, I had no plans on kicking that habit anytime soon. The last night in Vegas we did throw a big ass pool party with a few strippers.
“Should we stop that nigga?” I asked Mayhem, pointing to a drunk Ramsey who was getting head from two bad chicks.
“Nah, let that nigga live. This his last time getting down. Shit, I’m sure Joie’s ass probably busting it open.”
“You think so?” I asked.
“I watch what goes down with females and male strippers; I don’t put shit past them females.”
“I hear ya. Good thing Emma’s ass ain’t go. I would have been forced to put my foot up her ass.”
“You really feeling chick, huh?”
“Yes, I am,” I replied. There wasn’t any shame in my game; I fucked around and fell in love. Shit, I was enjoying every minute of it too.
Joie
“Joie, stop it, you’re sweating out your makeup,” Macy fussed.
“I’m sorry. I have a feeling something is going to go wrong,” I said, feeling sick to my stomach.
“You about to tie that nigga down and secure the Godfrey last name once and for all. Anything that happens after that don’t matter. Who gives a fuck if you get a divorce; you’ll forever have hands in that nigga’s pockets,” Macy said in an effort to cheer me up.
I wanted to smack her ass for always thinking about the money the Godfrey brothers had. I wasn’t marrying Maleek for his money; I really did love him. I just prayed he loved me enough to see past my deceitful ways. Stacy was now being persistent with reach
ing out and I knew it was only a matter of time before the cat was out the bag.
“You look beautiful,” one of my bridesmaids, Gina, said.
I was happy everyone came through for me, even though I moved the wedding up a few weeks.
“Thank you, Gi. I’m just nervous,” I truthfully replied.
“You and Maleek love each other. The love you two have is the type of love every girl dreams of. You’re about to marry the man of your dreams, cheer up.” she smiled at me.
“Don’t forget to add that nigga banking too,” Macy added, annoying the fuck out of me.
Day by day, I felt myself outgrowing her. We went from the best of friends, down to me only dealing with her to ensure she kept my dirty little secret. If it wasn’t for her harboring information that could destroy my wedding before it began, I would have been put her ass out.
“Macy, please,” I said, putting my hand up to shut her ass up.
“What? I’m just saying,” she shrugged.
“Can you please go help the flower girls with their dresses?” I asked, so her ass could get away from me.
“Ok, boo,” she smiled before walking out of my dressing room.
“I don’t like her,” Gina said.
“I don’t either, but I have to deal with her; she’s about to be family soon,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Technically she’s not. Didn’t she get a divorce?” Gina asked.
“Yes, but her twins and Jamie are cousins; therefore, I’m still stuck with her,” I replied, getting annoyed.
I was sick of everyone. I just wanted them to shut the fuck up and get out of my face. I should have listened to Maleek when he suggested us having a small wedding on the beach, but no, I had to have this big ass wedding. I was on a mission to make Maleek my husband, but everybody wanted to fuck with me.
“You look very pretty,” Maleek’s mom said, making her way into the room.
“Thank you, Ma,” I smiled.
I wouldn’t dare disrespect Maleek’s mother, no matter how pissed off I was. She was the type of women to punch me in the throat if I got buck with her. I’ve witnessed her lashing out at Macy numerous times and I wanted no parts of that pressure.
“Something new,” she said, motioning for my feet.
I lifted it up and she snapped a diamond anklet on me. The shine from the diamonds that she gave me matched the ones that were on my handmade dress. I knew the anklet had to cost a grip with the type of clarity the diamonds had.
“I love it! Thank you!” I beamed.
“No, thank you for making my son so happy,” she said, causing a few tears to slip from my eyes.
“Don’t cry, baby. The makeup artist beat your face hunty and I would hate for you to mess it up,” she chuckled.
“I appreciate you.”
“Oh, before I forget, Maleek wanted me to give you the something blue,” she said, pulling out a blue cloth.
“Oh my God,” I said, as I grabbed the cloth from Maleek’s mom’s hand.
Our last anniversary he bought me a white teddy bear that held a blue heart with the “I love you” stitched across it. He basically cut off the “I love you” portion and gave it to me.
“My son there is a real sweetheart,” she smiled, pinning the cloth inside my dress.
“Five more minutes,” the wedding planner announced, as she made her way into the room. “Mom, I need you to take your place now,” she said to Maleek’s mom.
“Oh God, I am about to cry; another one of my sons is getting married. Hopefully, this one lasts,” she said, preparing to take her place.
I felt a little shade from her comment but decided to let it go.
“Ok, let’s get this show on the road,” the planner said, as she ushered Maleek’s mom to her spot.
“This is it,” the hair stylist said, as she put the finishing touches on my hair.
I was far from being pure, so I opted to wear a custom made, diamond filled crown versus a veil.
Since I wasn’t allowed to make my way in the hallway until the very end, I watched everything on a large screen TV that was in my dressing room.
I smiled as everyone gracefully walked down the aisle, anticipating my turn.
“Are you ready, Joie?” the wedding planner asked me.
“Yes!” I squealed. I was filled with nerves and excitement as I prepared to walk into a new life with the man of my dreams.
All the doubt of something going wrong vanished from my mind as I walked down the aisle to my soon-to-be husband. The inside of the luxurious banquet hall was beautifully decorated. I had fresh flowers imported from India at the end of each row of chairs. The colors of choice were gray, teal, and white. When I first told Maleek’s mom my colors, she was skeptical, but seeing how well the wedding planner put everything together made me happy that I didn’t allow her to talk me out of my colors.
“Dangerously in Love” by Beyoncé played as I made my way to my man. He was handsome as ever with his face neatly trimmed, his hair pulled back, and his muscular body in a tight fitting, custom made white and gray Armani suit. My entire wedding party looked nice, making all the stress I experienced worth it. The moment I made my way to Maleek, I could see his eyes water up with tears. Seeing my baby so emotional did something to me. My heart swelled with love as my emotions showed through the tears that ran down my face.
“Who presents this woman to be joined in matrimony?” the pastor asked.
“I do,” my father said, shaking Maleek’s hand, then giving me away.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Maleek—”
“This is what I have to do to get you to talk to me!” a lady yelled, causing everyone to look back.
My heart dropped in the pit of my stomach when I saw Stacy walking down the aisle towards us. I looked over at Maleek and he had this confused look on his face. I closed my eyes and prayed this was all a dream, but when I opened them, Stacy was inching closer to us.
“Stacy, what the fuck are you doing here?” Maleek asked, looking as if he could just strangle her.
“Our son is sick, Maleek, and he needs you! I’m sorry for barging in on your wedding or what not, but I had to let you know, face to face, that this shit ain’t working anymore. At first, I thought it was cool that you didn’t want to be a part of MJ’s life, but the older he got, the more I realized he needed his father. I figured you didn’t want your soon-to-be wife to know about our son, which is why you ignored me when I started asking you to come around more, but now I just don’t give a fuck. Your son needs his father!!” Stacy yelled like a deranged person.
Everyone gasped, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. The more Stacy yelled at Maleek for not being there for their son, the more my heart started to break. I just knew this was a wrap for us and there was no way I was ever going to become Mrs. Maleek Godfrey. I tried to have faith in our love, but I committed the ultimate betrayal and I wasn’t sure I could come back from that.
Maleek
I looked over at Stacy, who was dressed in ripped jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of white Pumas on her feet. Her hair was wild and her eyes were red and swollen with dark bags under them. I wasn’t sure if I should kick her ass or get her some help because this bitch was out of her mind if she believed we had a kid together.
“Stacy, please leave!” I sternly said to her.
“Leave for what, Maleek? So you can continue to ignore your son?! Yes, the money you send me every month is good, but that’s not enough, he needs your time!” she yelled at me.
“What money?” I asked, looking at this crazy bitch. It’s been about seven years since I fucked with her; all this shit she was saying had me confused. The best thing I could think of was her doing all this shit so I wouldn’t marry Joie, but why the fuck would she come back seven years later when she was the one that up and left me? If she had stayed, this would have been us getting married, but she left me and I moved on; therefore, she needed to get over it.<
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“I figured you would try to act stupid in front of your bitch so I brought these to prove I ain’t lying,” she said, holding out an envelope to Joie.
Joie just stood there in shock, looking as if she was going to pass out at any moment. She worked so hard on our wedding day and I could only imagine the hurt she was feeling. She stood before me with pleading eyes filled with tears as she tried her best to remain cool.