“I gotta go talk to Titus.” Moe said it out of nowhere. I didn’t ask him why, but he volunteered the information anyway.
“We getting sued for that house deal that we had together.” I felt sick to my stomach. “Gotta go give this nigga this money and get him to sign these papers.”
He rubbed his hand like he was hurting while my arms shook as I tried to drive and not cry.
“Then I gotta figure out who the fuck you lying to me about.”
I said nothing, riding along in silence I kept trying to think of the best way to do this. How did I break things off with Titus without him getting all crazy on me?
The way he told me not to fuck my own husband and that this pussy belonged to him was crazy.
Moe threw the car in park and ran in the house going straight up to our room. I crept behind him, just wanting to lay down and maybe die in my sleep, so I wouldn’t have to deal with this shit anymore.
“So, you cleaned up.” I didn’t say anything. Instead, I went to our bathroom and rinsed the blood off my lip. My face was already swelling near my eye, but I didn’t even have time to deal with that. He was in the room rustling around with things.
Coming out he had already pulled back the sheets, but I had taken care of that before I left. Taking off my shoes I laid down and pulled the sheets back up over me and leaving him standing there.
“I’m gonna figure this shit out.” I still didn’t say a word. I felt him staring at me, but when he got all excited like this the best thing for me to do was to shut up and let him be. He stood there for a while longer. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t say anything.
“Yeah, bitch, you better lay down. Cause if I figure out you fucked somebody I’m gonna kill you and him.” He opened a few drawers grabbing something and storming out the room.
“Oh, and Happy Birthday.” He called out from the hall.
Some birthday surprise this was. Now I had to spend my day figuring out the mystery of who the fuck could have told. Happy Birthday to me.
Morris
That bitch had me all the way fucked up. I hated hitting her like that, but sometimes I had to put my foot in her ass to show her she didn’t run shit around here.
Right now I had more important shit on my plate. Already this morning I was getting bad news after bad news. I needed to go holla at the only person that could help me with this shit, and the only man I could trust.
With the tour being cancelled my money was going to be looking crazy, and as I was driving
to drop off some money to my boy Titus this bitch calls. Portia’s name filled my damn cell phone screen again.
“So you want me to tell your wife that I’m pregnant?” She laughed, but I didn’t see shit funny.
“Bitch, don’t play with me. You lucky I’m not there. I would break your motherfucking jaw.”
“Well, come do it then. That’s not going to change the fact that I’m pregnant with your baby.” She sang it like it was a joke, like her being pregnant was some kind of funny ass rumor you see on the magazines.
“Bitch, you know this is my life.” One hand on the wheel and my other hand on the phone I tried thinking of how much an abortion was these days. It had been at least a year since I had to pay a bitch to head to the clinic.
“Bitch, I wore a rubber with you every time. Don’t fucking play with me.”
“I’m not playing, and we didn’t wear a rubber every time.” I thought we did, but I was fucking so many hoes it was hard to remember, but I still played it off.
“Whatever, man. You ain’t got no baby by me.”
“Well, I guess we will see when it's born.” I wanted to reach through the phone and slap her ass.
“This shit can’t be happening to me.”
“So... Rubbers break.” She laughed, but this was a bigger problem to me, and this bitch didn’t care. This couldn’t be fucking happening to me.
“You gonna have to get rid of that.”
“No... I want a baby, you know that.” I didn’t know shit. I didn’t pay these hoes much attention. I just fucked them and then I left them with a wet ass.
“Girl you know I got a wife. Quit fucking playing.” I pulled into the parking lot of the barbershop, and this bitch was rambling on and on about baby showers.
“Yo, I gotta go.” I hung up on her ass just as Titus was pulling up.
“Whaddup, bruh.”
“Man, it's all fucked up, man.” Titus was the only person I could really open up to.
“I thought you were supposed to be out of town on the tour.” He opened up the door to the shop letting me in.
“Yeah, they cancelled it. One of the leading groups got arrested.”
“Damn.”
Titus was moving around the shop turning on lights, but I could tell by the way he wouldn’t look at me that he was mad.
“Yo, I know it's been a minute, but I got that money I owe you.” It was twenty six thousand, not just some chump change, but I had to wait and get shit situated before I gave it up.
“That’s wassup.”
“I gotta get it out the bank, and you can come by and get it on Saturday at MJ’s party.” My oldest son was turning nine.
“Cool.” He put the cape over me.
“So, I got a problem, man.” Titus was the only person I could talk to about this.
“Shoot…”
“I got one of my bitches pregnant.” He laughed so hard I thought he was going to fuck up my lining.
“Damn, man, you tripping. Does Kish know?”
“Hell, naw. You know what she would do if she knew?”
“I can only imagine.”
“First of all, she would probably divorce my ass, get all my money, and custody of my boys.” I thought about this shit like it was happening now, and it brought tears to my eyes, but I didn’t let that shit roll down my face.
“So what you gonna do, nigga? I don’t know why you got married in the first place.”
“Shit, that’s simple. So I wouldn’t have to pay child support.” Titus laughed.
“What you mean?”
“It’s simple math. I got 2 kids with Kish. I got 1 with Rena. Rena is easier to control, she ain’t got no education, the bitch has lived in section 8 her whole life, but Kisha has a job and a head on her shoulders. I gotta put my foot up her ass for her to do shit.” When I said that I heard the clippers go rough across my head.
“What you mean put your foot up her ass?” I laughed.
“Nigga, you know what I’m saying.” He went rough with the clippers again.
“I hope you not saying what I think you are?” I only laughed, and he said nothing.
“You know a man has to do what a man has to do.”
“Where Kish at now?”
“At the cri, sleeping.” My phone rang, and I already knew it had to be about some money.
“Yo, T, I gotta go, man.”
“Aight.” He pulled the cape off me. “You good.” As I tried to hand him some money.
“Aight, bruh.” He didn’t say a word, just looking at me as I answered my call.
“Yeah, P, whaddup.”
“I think I got a customer for that thing you were talking about.” Paul was more than just an informant, he also brought me customers for my house flips.
“Cool, I’m on my way.” Getting in the car I was down the street talking to Paul about this deal when I looked in the mirror. My lining and hair was all lopsided and fucked up.
“Man, this nigga done fucked my head up.” Looking in the backseat I found a hat, but Titus had never did that shit before.
Everybody in my life was fucking shit up for me. Next week I was gonna change everything up including the circle of niggas I hung around, and Titus might be the first one to go.
Kisha
I slept my birthday away, not waking up until my mom brought my kids home on Sunday night, and even then I had to put on heavy makeup and pretend like everything was fine when deep down I felt like I wa
nted to die.
Morris played his role, smiling and playing with the kids, but not telling them that he hit me so hard that my face was bruised.
I let things die down, not speaking to Morris that much just going to work, taking care of the kids, and making sure I was sleep by the time he got home. My week was going by fine, and I just wanted to get to MJ’s party in peace when I got a text message from Titus on Friday.
“I need to see you.” Was all it said. I didn’t respond, thinking it was some sort of trick. I didn’t know who, but somebody told Morris that I was with somebody. There was no telling who was watching us or maybe it could have been Titus himself trying to stir up some shit. Either way I needed to be sane for my son’s party without any bruises on my face, but driving home I had the urge to see him.
Maybe get a hug and tell him that tomorrow we had to be on our best behavior. On the drive from work to the barbershop I told myself we weren’t going to have sex. I wasn’t going to kiss him, and maybe we shouldn’t even touch, but going into the barbershop and seeing him all those ideas went away.
“Hey, you.” He was finishing up with a client.
“I need to talk to you somewhere in private.”
“Yeah. Come back here.” I followed him to a supply room in the back, and as soon as he closed the door we were all over each other.
“I missed you.” The words slipped out as I almost cried thinking about what I had been through in the last week.
“I missed you, too.” He pulled my blouse open and scooped my titties out before I could stop him.
“We can’t.” I whispered not really wanting him to stop.
“Why not?” He asked me, and I didn’t have a good reason. He made me feel so good last week, and with everything that happened since then I deserved some pleasure. My skirt went up and my panties came down as he pulled me up and pinned me to the wall. Kisses on my lips made me forget everything I wanted to tell him, somehow I was transported back in time to when we were younger and our only worries were getting to school on time and washing the dishes.
In a storage room with towels, shampoo, and hooded dryers I felt Titus nestle his way inside my wetness. Once his head broke into my pussy all of my worries went away.
I wasn’t the neglected wife anymore covering up bruises and crying into a pillow at night, but I was transported back to when we were teenagers. Back to when we used to skip school and hide out in his room down in his Mom’s basement and have sex all day and then hide in his closet when she came home.
Those were the fun times when we used to fuck for endless hours, making what we thought was passionate love, but right now this was the passion. Him moving inside me, holding me up with my back pressed against the storeroom wall. Our moans blending with each other pressing into each other feeling his fire inside me.
I squeezed my eyes tight, holding onto him for dear life as he whispered to me.
“This is my pussy.” I believed him. I hadn’t felt this way with anybody else but him.
“Say it with me.”
“This is your... Yours…” I screamed way louder than I meant to, but I couldn’t help it. He had picked up the pace, and I was cuming. I didn’t mean to, but it was happening. My fingers in his back as he bit my neck.
I felt him fill me again, and my eyes burst open.
“No... Don’t…” I couldn’t stop him, it was already happening. Again he was cuming inside me and his seeds spilling down my thigh as he let me down and pulled out.
“Damn, that was good.” He laughed as we both tried regaining our breath.
“Why do you keep doing that?” He handed me a towel to wipe my leg with.
“Doing what?”
“Cuming inside me, T.” I threw the towel at him, and he laughed.
“I want you to have my baby.”
“You can’t be serious.” He stepped to me rubbing my face, but it hurt. Wincing I pulled away from him.
“What’s wrong with your face?” I couldn’t think of a lie quick enough, looking into his face I could tell he was already thinking of what I was trying not to tell him.
“I... I hit a door.” He stepped back looking at me.
“You hit a door?”
“Yeah... I was just being clumsy. Ran into a door.” I looked away as his phone rang on the storage shelf.
“Did he hit you?” I couldn’t answer, my eyes were stuck on his phone. Rena’s name on the screen big like a fucking stop sign.
It couldn’t be the same Rena, no way in hell could it be the same bitch. He picked up the phone, glancing at it and then sliding it into his pocket.
“Rena, huh?”
“What?”
“Is that Moe’s baby momma Rena?”
“Answer my question first. Is he hitting you?” I felt like the dumbest bitch in the world. I could tell by the look on his face that I was right.
Fixing my clothes I tried not to flip out on his ass.
“Answer me.”
“Why... For what? What are you going to do about anything?”
“I can do a lot, dammit. If he’s hurting you…”
“You’re hurting me.” I screamed. “You are fucking me and that bitch; that hurts me.” The tears came, and I didn’t know why. “You could have just left me alone. You didn’t have to fuck me, you didn’t have to tell me you loved me. All of this bullshit that you probably tell her.” I was tired of sharing every man that I fucked with somebody else.
“Kisha...I.”
“Fuck that. Leave me the fuck alone. Go back to the way it was. Pretend like this shit didn’t happen. Better yet, stay the fuck away from me.” I walked out of the supply room with a million eyes on me in the barbershop, but I didn’t give a damn.
I ran past all of them out to my car and leaving the parking lot with tears coming down my face. I was tired of crying; every man in my life made me cry, and I was tired of it. No matter how much of myself I gave the more they took and never gave in return.
“No more, Titus... Just be fucking miserable.” I told myself that was my life. The miserable wife and mother with not a damn thing to look forward to. Fuck my life.
Morris
I told her to have my son ready to go and looking out for me, but of course Rena never followed my fucking directions.
Now I was knocking on her door when I was supposed to be hosting a club tonight.
“Rena, come on, man, I gotta go.” A few knocks more and she was there all dressed up like that shit impressed me.
“Wassup, is he ready?”
“Yeah, almost.”
“I told you to have him ready, man.” Her smile said it all as she stepped back letting me in. She wanted me to come inside and wait.
“Just a few minutes.” Rena was always doing shit like this. Either she showed up when she wasn’t supposed to be or was late.
“So, how is married life?” She asked as I sat down.
“Go get my son.” I hadn’t seen her ass since the wedding when she tried to break up my home. Since then I’ve been getting my son through her mom up until today.
“Wow, so angry. Why can’t we be happy co-parents?” This bitch always had a joke, but I wasn’t smiling, and she did as I asked.
Going through the million things I had to do and the shit I had to pay her phone started ringing on the coffee table.
I paid the bill. I paid every fucking bill this broke ass bitch had, so of course I looked to see who was calling her, and the name I saw made me blink my eyes to make sure I wasn’t tripping.
“Titus…” I said it just as she came back in the room snatching the phone off the table. There weren’t too many people running around the world with the name Titus. I knew she had to be fucking him. Titus wasn’t the type to just be calling a bitch unless he was fucking her.
“Boy, yo ass will never change.” I laughed shaking my head.
“What?”
“So, you can’t get to me so you fuck my boy?” That was some hoe shit, and I just so happen
to have to be connect to this bitch until my son turned eighteen.
“Fuck yo boy? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Whatever, bitch. Tell Mikel I’m in the car.”
“Wait, don’t you wanna stay…” She tried to touch me, and I dodged her hand on me like she had the fucking plague.
“Bitch, don’t fucking touch me.”
“So, it's like that.” I opened the door walking out leaving that raggedy bitch in the doorway. “So you can go get married, but I can’t live my life?”
“You can do whatever you want.” I kept walking, there was no way I was letting that bitch know that she had hurt my feelings. I didn’t want her, but I didn’t want her fucking my niggas, and I knew she only did that shit to hurt me.
I didn’t show her, but inside I was so fucking mad that I wanted to slap the shit out of her, so it was best that I wait in the car.
I thought about calling that nigga Titus and going off on his ass, but I knew the best way to deal with a bitch nigga.
In my glove compartment I pulled out the twenty six thousand I owed that nigga and counted it again.
“Hey, Dad.” Mikel opened the door and his eyes were on the money.
“Get in, son. Hurry up.” He got in doing as I said with his eyes on the money.
“You see this?” I showed him the money as if he couldn’t see the stacks in my lap.
“Yes, sir.”
“This is all that matters. Don’t let no bitch or no nigga make you forget about this and taking care of your family.” He nodded; at twelve I knew he didn’t understand exactly what I was saying, but he would remember this conversation one day.
“Where did you get all that money from, Dad?”
“From hard work, son. I flipped a house and this is what I got from it.” I put the money in his lap and started the car.
Flipping the money in his hand I wanted him to see what it felt like to be paid.
“You know what I’m going to do with all that money?”
“What, Dad?”
“We’re going to go put that in your bank account.” He squealed.
“Really... This all for me?”
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