"Ain't that that nigga El?" Princess asked following my gaze.
"Uh huh," I said watching as he brushed the woman's auburn hair out of her face. She got into a black BMW and closed the door. As the car drove off he walked in our direction. He walked inside and sat down at the bar. He looked at me and winked his eye. He mouthed the words "I want you." My body over heated, but I tried to ignore it.
Princess looked at me and smiled. "You know you like that shit bitch."
"Please, if I fucked him Ablo would flip."
"How the fuck would he know?"
"Shit, I would know and El would know. That's already too many people."
"You been wit' the same nigga for almost eight fuckin' years. Try some other dick. Shit, it ain't like Ablo ain't had his share of new pussy. Fuck him and what the fuck he think. Shit, it's all about you. That's how the fuck you need to be thinkin'. Shit, you know you got some good pussy, and El look like he got some good dick. So why the fuck not? That nigga ain't goin' tell 'cause he goin' want to hit it again. Every other nigga 'round here scared of Ablo, that nigga the only nigga 'round here brave enough to try. So do that shit. I would. Shit, Ablo don't care 'bout how the fuck you feel. Am I right or wrong?" She asked.
I nodded in agreement. "So, you really think that nigga wouldn't tell a soul if he fucked me?"
"I know he ain't no lame ass nigga. Only lame ass niggas tell they business. I can tell if a nigga lame just by lookin' at him. That nigga is far from lame."
"Looks can be deceiving sweetie," I said. "Look, I just can't do it cuz. That shit is
wrong."
Princess glanced at El. "That nigga is fine. I ought to fuck him myself. Shit, he look like he can work that dick. Look at his back. It's broad as hell and that mean he can work that mufucka. Look at his lips. Mmm, bet he can eat some pussy too," she observed.
The waitress brought our food. While we ate I kept catching El giving me the eye. He was not trying to conceal his physical attraction to me. I couldn't help but think about how fine that nigga was. I didn't know why he looked so good to me when me and Diablo were having problems. He suddenly got up and walked toward our table. He had a sexy, slow walk. It made him seem confident, but I knew he was cocky as hell. That was why he and Diablo hated each other. They were so much alike. When he made it to our table he flashed me a Colgate smile.
"Yanna right?" He asked.
"Yeah, what's up El?" I asked.
"I heard about what happened to your man. I don't like his punk ass, but I ain't no snitch," he said. "I would've done some shit like...fuck his girl."
"That's good to know El, but I'm eatin' wit' my cousin' right now," I said trying to sound irritated. I didn't sound convincing. "I love my man, and I wouldn't cheat on him." I added for good measure.
"Oh, this shit here ain't got a damn thang to do wit' love. You a sexy mufucka and I wanna fuck you, plain and simple. I know that nigga done cheated on you. I don't see why, but I know he have," he said.
"Okay El," I said dismissing him with a wave of the hand.
He looked at Princess. "Oh, excuse me shawty. Where my manners. I'm El and your name is?" He extended his hand.
"I'm Princess," she said shaking his hand.
"Oh yeah. I knew I seen your fine ass before. Ya'll cousins? Yeah, ya'll some sexy mufuckas. I can see that. I heard about you though shawty. You used to fuck wit' my nigga J. Vegas. He told me how you had him sprung and shit. I want your girl though. I bet good pussy run in the family. I don't give a fuck 'bout her nigga. He don't know what the fuck he got. She don't want me to talk to her, so I'm goin' talk to you. Hopefully she'll listen to what I gotta say. This shit ain't just 'bout gettin' at that nigga. I'm just like any man and any man would be attracted to her. Ablo ain't stoppin' no show. Fuck bein' loyal and shit. That nigga ain't loyal to the bond of their relationship. I ain't her enemy. I hate her man." He looked at me, licked his sexy lips again and walked out of the restaurant.
"That was some shit," Princess said.
"Please. I don't give a fuck what he say. I aint goin' fuck him."
I'd suddenly lost my appetite. Princess watched me play with my food.
"You ready?" She asked.
"Yeah."
* * *
When I got home Diablo was in the den watching a movie. Damien was faithfully sitting at his feet.
"What you watchin?" I asked.
"Too Fast Too Furious," he said taking a swig of his Corona.
"So where you been for real? The truth would be appreciated."
"Told you. I was at Ace crib." He kept his eyes on the TV.
I put the keys on the coffee table and sat across from him on the sofa. "You cheatin' on me again ain't you?" I kept my voice calm despite the fact that I wanted to kill his ass.
Ablo looked at me and put his beer down. "I ain't tryin' to argue wit' you Yanna. I'm watchin' a fuckin' movie."
"Fuck you! You ain't goin' keep treatin' me like I'm some bitch on the mufuckin' streets nigga! You goin' respect me Diablo, so tell me right now! Are you fuckin' somebody else? Either confess now or I'm goin catch you later!" I yelled.
He ignored me and sat back in the chair with his beer. I grabbed the keys to the Jaguar off the coffee table.
"Put my keys down," he said still looking at the TV.
I threw them at him and gave him the finger. I went into the kitchen and opened the drawer where he kept his spare car keys. I grabbed the spare to the Jag.
"What you doin'?" He asked from the den.
I kept quiet and returned to the room.
"Where the fuck you think you goin'? You just got here," he said angrily.
"Away from your foul ass!" I yelled and headed to the front door.
He rushed ahead of me and stood in front of the door. "You ain't goin' nowhere 'cause you ain't drivin' my shit."
"Move nigga," I said. He was pissing me the fuck off. "I don't need to drive your shit. My new nigga goin' pick me up from the corner."
He stared at me with venom in his eyes. I waited for the results of my words patiently. Diablo pointed his finger in my face. "You goin' make me kick your ass Yanna! That shit ain't no fuckin' game! Don't play wit' me Yanna!"
"What the fuck make you think I'm playin' wit' you?" I fucked with him.
He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled my body into his. I could feel his breath on my face. "Who the fuck is the nigga? I'm goin' reach out and touch his ass."
"You don't know him. He ain't from here. He ballin' big time and..."
I felt the sting before I realized what happened. Diablo had slapped me. He'd never hit me in seven years and I couldn't believe it. I grabbed my cheek and looked at him with a stunned look on my face.
"You a sorry son of a bitch! I can't believe you put your hands on me!" I yelled with tears in my eyes.
He put his arms around me in an attempt to soothe me. "I'm sorry baby. Don't cry. I didn't mean it. I won't thinkin' straight," he said in a soft voice. I pulled away and he wiped my tears with his thumbs. "Don't cry baby."
I didn't say anything. I wanted to kill him, but I slid the engagement ring off instead. "That hurt worse than the cheatin' Ablo," I said and handed him the ring. "I can't marry no cheater and I damn sho' ain't marryin' no woman beater."
"C'mon Yanna damn. I was mad. You tried to piss me off. You know how I feel about you. You knew that shit would make me go off," he defended himself.
He tried to put the ring back on my finger, but I moved my hand. "I don't want it. I don't even know if I want you. You lied to me again. You promised me that you'd do better by me as my fiancé'. You failed at it, and I have lost my faith in you. I’ve lost my faith in us. Now I need to go clear my head, so don’t stop me.” I walked out of the house and he didn’t attempt to stop me.
I got into the Jag and started it up. It hardly made a sound as I backed out of the driveway with the lights off. He thought he’d hid the spare key from me, but I’d watched him. Stupid ass nigga.
* * *<
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Princess hadn't been home for ten minutes before she heard a loud, impatient knock at the door. She looked through the peep hole and sighed. "Oh God," she said.
"C'mon P. I can see your eyeball. Open the fuckin' door," he said.
She opened the door and stepped aside for him to walk in. Tre was at the race track with his cousin Big C. They made big money betting on the race car drivers.
"What do you want Ace?" Princess asked.
"You. C'mon, why you bein' stingy wit' the pussy now that that nigga home? You know I want you."
"We was just fuckin' Ace. Nothin' more, and I thought you knew that. Ya'll so called hard niggas kill me. You get some good pussy from a dime piece like me and you lose you fuckin' mind. You talked all that shit about how you won’t gonna start catchin' feelings and shit. Look at you at my door beggin' for some pussy. I love to fuck Ace. You won't the only one. That's why I got so much shit Ace. I stroke a nigga's ego, deep throat his dick, then fuck the shit outta him so I can get a nut and some paper. That's all the fuck it was, so deal wit' it."
"Oh, so it's all about that nigga now?" Tre asked. "You can't turn a hoe into a house wife."
"I always have been his. I’m his hoe now, and I ain’t tryin’ to be nobody’s fuckin’ house wife. You knew Tre would get out and claim what's his. This is his pussy. It always has been. It's all his and you can fuck what you heard. He got access to this pussy day and night. Believe that. You was just borrowin’ it nigga."
"Damn Princess. You got a nigga fucked up. I ain't never had no pussy like yours. Man, the first time I got up in that mufucka I couldn't believe how good you felt. You got them strong ass pussy muscles and you was sqeezin' the hell outta my dick. Not only is that mufucka strong, and juicy than a mufucka, but you love to fuck. That shit crazy 'cause you can take some dick. It's like your ass don't never get tired and shit. And you fine, thick, and sexy on top of that. The way that ass jiggle when I hit that good shit from the back. You got me whipped baby. I don't know what the fuck you did, but you got a nigga gone over you. C'mon baby. Lemme get some more of that good ass pussy. C'mon," he said grabbing her.
She pulled away. "Get off me nigga. You need to leave. Tre will be here in a lil' while."
"Fuck that nigga! I oughta take the pussy! I want him to see me fuckin' you when he walk in the door! Every time I picture you fuckin' that nigga I wanna kill his ass!"
Princess couldn't help but think Ace had flipped his lid. She was used to niggas acting crazy after she fucked them. She knew that she had talent in the bedroom. She brushed it off. He'll get over it, she thought to herself. She didn't really think Ace would really do anything to hurt her or Tre‘. He was just talking. "I ain't fuckin' wit' you like that no more Ace. So please leave."
"Princess, other women ain't like you. Most women got some freak in 'em, but I ain't never came across one as freaky as you. I ain't had no woman do no shit like you did to me. I can't let it go. I wanna get up in that pussy again. I got to. The shit drivin' me crazy. I mean, your pussy is so tight, and warm. I love when you cum. You be squirtin’ and shit. Mmm, and you get so fuckin’ wet. I love that shit P. C’mon baby. Let me get some more of that good ass pussy," he said walking toward her again. He was looking and acting like a fiend.
Princess walked to the door. "You gotta go Ace," she said opening the door. She was surprised to see Tre standing there. He was just about to put his key in the door.
"Baby, you back," Princess said. She stood on her tip toes and gave him a kiss on his lips. She was relieved to see him.
"Yeah, I left before the race was over. I missed you. What's up Ace, what you doin' here?" Tre' asked. The smile on his face instantly faded.
"What's up Tre? Ain't nuthin man. I was just on the way to Ablo's and I stopped by here 'cause I saw your Caddie out there. I thought you was here. I'm 'bout to be out though. Ablo want me to make a run wit' him and shit. Be easy my nigga." He glanced at Princess. "A'ight P."
"Bye Ace. Tell Yanna to call me if she at the crib."
"No doubt. A'ight ya'll."
"Ace, tell Ablo I'll holla at him later on. I'm 'bout to lay under my woman for a lil' while." Tre wrapped his arms around Princess's waist. They kissed as Ace angrily walked back to his car. He got in and drove off screeching tires.
Princess knew that he was mad. She hoped that Tre hadn't sensed what had gone down. Tre walked inside the town house and closed the door.
"Damn baby, if I didn't know any better I'd think Ace wanted you and shit," he laughed.
Princess let out a nervous giggle. "Ace in love with Keyvia. You ain't gotta worry 'bout that. She got that nigga wrapped around her pinky finger. Plus, wouldn't no nigga be crazy enough to even show that they thinkin' 'bout fuckin me. You don't play that shit, now do you baby?"
"HELL NO! I'll break that nigga's neck." He smiled at Princess. "You got me wrapped your lil' finger too shawty." He softly kissed her neck.
"How much do you love me Tre'?"
"Infinity times infinity squared and cubed to the highest power. Why?"
"'Cause it seems like the sex is what's keepin' you. Other than how good I fuck and suck your dick what do you love about me? You ain't ever told me that before," she said anxiously looking into his eyes like an innocent child who had so many questions. He loved the color of her eyes. They reminded him of how special she was, because everybody wasn't born with beautiful green eyes with brown and orange specks.
Princess watched his reaction closely.
Tre' cleared his throat and then grabbed her hands and kissed both of them gently. "I love how you bein' faithful to me right now, despite the lifestyle you done got used to. I love how you confident in yourself, and how you walk like it's all about you. That shit is a turn on for sho’. You always make a nigga feel special; especially when I'm feelin’ down and out. I love your attitude and your diva style. You keep yourself up and you don't mind gettin' sexy for your man. You strong and feminine at the same time. You a go getter baby, and it's that fuckin simple. You the total package. Sexy, smart, and beautiful with a fuckin' attitude. I love how you held a nigga down when I was in the pen. You my Princess shawty," he said placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Awww," she blushed with her pretty eyes twinkling.
"Oh, yeah. Those eyes were the first thing that hooked a nigga, before I even touched you. It ain’t just the sex that’s keeping me here. The first time I looked into your eyes I knew I had to have you. I promised myself when I was locked up that if I had another chance to be wit' you I'd do right by you and I'd never let you go. I ain't goin' nowhere baby." This time he kissed her deeply. He slowly caressed her tongue with his. He erased any doubts that she had in him. Instead of feeding his desire to be inside her they cuddled on the sofa and watched a Lifetime movie. Even the freakiest woman wanted to be held sometimes instead of fucked. He loved her. He really did and he wasn't finished showing her how much.
"I promise I'll never leave you again," he whispered in her ear after she'd fallen asleep. He didn't think she heard him, but a satisfied smile spread across her lips.
* * *
"Ju, she don't like peas or carrots okay, but she'll eat green beans. Please get
Gerber, don't be feedin' my baby no off brand. Oh, and don't forget to put her stuffed monkey next to her before she go to sleep. She won't go to sleep without it. Oh, and if she..."
"Maya, I have done the daddy thing before. Don't you worry your pretty little head." Ju attempted to put her at ease as he buckled Lexus securely in her car seat. They’d gotten the blood test done and Lexus was ninety nine percent Ju’s. He was so happy that the truth was finally out.
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