by Lucinda John
With a heavy heart, I walked inside the house I couldn’t bring myself to call home anymore. Everything between Romeo and I had been a lie. He had me thinking he was out making moves when he was only slanging his dick for funds. The thought of him fucking that white bitch had me sick to my stomach.
When I went to our room to pack my things, I stumbled across Romeo’s phone. Fearing the worst, I grabbed it and decided to go through it. My heart dropped in the pit of my stomach as the truth smacked me in the face. Romeo was indeed sleeping with the white bitch for money. She was sending threats his way because he decided to end things. What I was reading in the text didn’t match what she told me, which led me to believe that she lied to police on some revenge type shit.
My body suddenly became numb as I thought of Romeo doing the things that he promised he would never do. He gave me hell about fucking Murder when he was the one fucking bitches behind my back. My heart crumbled to the floor as I lay there crying my heart out. I was having a hard time accepting that the man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with betrayed me in the worst way.
I must have cried myself to sleep because I woke up to loud banging at the door. As I rose out of the bed, I was hit with a major headache that threatened to knock me off my feet. The knocks grew louder as I made my way to the door. Swinging the door wide open, I was met by two females.
“Is Romeo here?” One of the girls asked.
“What is it with you bitches and Romeo?” I asked, getting fed up.
“I don’t know who you calling a bitch, but I’mma need for you to get my baby daddy.” The ratchet bitch said.
“Baby daddy?” I asked.
“We not here for the formalities, can you just tell Romeo ass to come see about his baby mama since he want to block her number in attempt to run away from his responsibilities and shit like he ain’t lay up with her.”
“I’m sick of this nigga and his bitches!” I yelled out, to no one in particular. At this point, I was beyond pissed. My heart went from being broken to turning cold towards Romeo just that quick. No wonder he wanted to feed me with that I will always love you no matter what bullshit. It was because he knew all of his skeletons were about to come out.
“Who the fuck you talking to?” His so-called baby mama said.
“Listen, if you want your baby daddy so bad, go figure out how to get his ass out the main jail.” I snapped. “Oh, cat got your tongue? I don’t see your ass moving. You were so quick to come up here about your baby daddy now go save his ass.” I said, looking her square in the eyes. I was daring for her to jump stupid. I had enough anger in me to fuck both of their bum asses up.
“Girl, ain’t nobody trying to hear nothing you saying.” Her sidekick said.
“Exactly, now get the fuck from around my house before I fuck the both of y’all raggedy asses up. Over here interrupting my sleep over some pussy ass jail bird. You want your nigga go bail that motherfucker out.” I ranted,sounding as if I was losing my damn mind.
Romeo had me all the way fucked up if he thought I was going to sit around and wait for another one of his bitches to pop up. Storming in the house, I pulled out my suitcase and packed all my shit, making sure to grab my Jimmy Choo shoe box that held the majority of Romeo’s stash. I didn’t know where he kept the rest and at this point, I didn’t care.
Once I had all my shit packed and in my car, I pulled off without looking back. Tears blocked my vision as I tried my best to drive to the nearest hotel without getting into a car accident. I know I could have gone to Shanie’s or even Murder’s house, but at the moment, I just wanted to cry out my pain alone.
The following morning, I woke up to a gang of missed calls. Going down the line by the order of importance, I decided to call Shanie first.
“Girl, where the fuck are you?” Was how she answered the phone.
“I’m at the hotel.”
“Which one?” She asked.
“The Days Inn on 31st by the Shell gas station.”
“Say no more, I’m on my way.”
“Please don’t bring Hot Rod.”
“Girl, bye. You know me better than that.” She said, before hanging up.
Instead of freshening up, I laid back in the hotel bed in my funk. I was looking the same way I felt and I just didn’t give a fuck. On top of him being a fucking gigolo, he had a fucking baby on the way, by a ratchet bitch at that. I couldn’t deal with all the baggage Romeo was all of a sudden coming with. The fact that he held a wool over my eyes for so long had me disgusted with his dog ass.
Just as a fresh set of tears was sliding down my face, there was a soft knock at the door. I thought about ignoring it, but I knew Shanie’s stubborn ass was just going to stand there and knock until I answered. When I finally got up to answer the door, she came barging in my room toting a bottle of Apple Ciroc.
“Aww bestie, I’m so sorry.” She said, wrapping her hands around me.
“I can’t believe he would do this shit to me.” I wept.
“Wait, do what?” She asked.
I tried my best to fill her in on everything that went on, but my sobs wouldn’t allow me to. It took me damn near an hour to finally finish the story. When I was done, she had a shocked look written all over her face. Just like me, she didn’t think Romeo had it in him to do such a thing.
“Damn, Mia, I am so sorry that you’re going through this. Did you try talking to him?”
“What am I going to say to him? I know you was pimping this white bitch behind my back, but congratulations on the baby. Oh yeah, and I love you.” I sarcastically replied.
“No, I mean there is always two sides to every story.”
“And his side won’t be nothing but a bold face lie. I’m done with him.”
“Are you really done or is it just the pain talking?”
“Both.” I cried. “I can’t believe he would do this to me after all we been through together. He promised that he would be here for me, that he wouldn’t hurt me, that we would get married. I guess all that shit was a lie. Silly ol’ Mia, always falling for the okie doke. I’m just so damn stupid.” I sobbed.
“Don’t do that to yourself. It’s not your fault that he did what he did; however, before you make any major decisions, sleep on it and have a talk to with him first. You’re hurting right now, just give yourself the time to calm down.”
Before I could say anything to her, Murder was calling my phone. I wasn’t going to answer him, but I needed to know he was handling Romeo’s situation. I hated Romeo’s black ass, but I didn’t want him sitting in jail. It was crazy how a nigga could hurt a female, but she would still be making sure his ass was straight.
“Hello?” I answered my ringing phone.
“Damn, you a hard person to get in contact with.”
“I know, I just been trying to calm my mom down.” I lied.
“Well, your brother got booked on some assault charges, but my lawyer is on it. He should be out Monday with no time having to be served. He’ll probably just get probation for the weed they found in his pants pocket.”
“Thank you.” I replied.
“Anytime baby? You coming to see me today?” He asked.
As bad as I wanted to say no, I felt like I owed him because he helped me out with Romeo.
“Yeah, I’ll come by later.” I said.
“Iight, see you then.”
“Ok. Bye.” I said, hanging up the phone.
“I heard everything and I don’t think you chilling with Murder is such a good idea.” Shanie stressed.
“I’m just going to personally thank him for helping Romeo out. I don’t want him to think I just used him.” I replied.
“On the real, I don’t think you should see Murder until you talk with Romeo and sort all of this out.”
“Shanie, I know what I’m doing.” I snapped, storming into the bathroom and slamming the door behind me.
As I stood under the hot, running wa
ter, I tried to think of all the things I was possibly doing wrong, which could have led to Romeo cheating on me. Yes, I did kiss Murder here and there and he did finger me that one night, but that was as far as anything went. Romeo actually fucked two girls behind my back; got arrested for one, and got the other pregnant. I swear this nigga had me on some Jerry Springer type shit.
When I finished my shower, I walked out the bathroom and Shanie was still sitting there. That’s why I loved her; she always had my back whether I was right or wrong. She sat there in silence on her phone and I got dressed in a pair of blue destroyed jean shorts, a white cropped hoodie, and a pair of red and black high Jordan socks, which I wore with a pair of red, black and white Jordan’s. I didn’t feel like doing too much to my hair, so I brushed it all into a ball that sat at the top of my head. I grabbed my bag and keys and together we walked to the parking lot in silence.
“Call me when you coming to my house. I am not about to let you spend the night in this hotel alone.” She said.
“I will, I’m sorry.”
“It’s cool, just remember don’t do nothing that will further complicate things.” She said, before pulling me into a hug.
I got in my car and headed over to Murder’s house. When I was stopped by a red light, I sent Murder a text letting him know that I would be there in twenty minutes. Keyshia Cole’s Love was playing on the radio, causing my emotions to spike to an all time high. By the time I made it to Murder’s house, I had a wet face from all the crying I was doing. I quickly wiped any evidence of sadness before I made my way to the door.
Murder greeted me with a single red rose when he answered the door. When I walked inside, there was a trail of rose petals, which he told me to follow. The first trail led me to a diamond necklace and bracelet set, the next trail led to to a bubble bath, and the third was to his king-sized bed that was covered in petals.
After I finished soaking in the tub, I laid on the bed where he rubbed me down with body oil, leaving my body on fire. His touch was gentle, yet firm enough to work through all the kinks my body had. This Romeo situation had my stressing that with each part of my body he massaged, he was able to relieve some tension.
“You need to relax, baby.” He said, kissing my shoulder blade. “Don’t worry, daddy got you.”
I wanted to tell him to stop and get the fuck off of me, but his kisses was something I needed. At the moment, I needed to feel love. I wanted somebody to appreciate me, even if Romeo didn’t. Shanie’s words, don’t complicate things kept running through my head, but my kitty wasn’t having it. When he wrapped his tongue around my clit, was when I realized I lost the battle and temptation had won.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh.” I moaned, fucking his face with urgency. I needed to so badly feel the pleasure of this nut, even if that meant I had to suffocate his ass in the process.
“Ahhhhhhhh.” I cried out, when I finally creamed all over the place.
Like a thirsty dog, Murder lapped up all my juices, making sure not to leave a drop behind. He flipped me over and brought his lips to mine so that I could savor the remaining of my juices that stained his tongue. A throaty moan escaped my lips as I felt my pussy pulsate from his dick.
Murder sucked on my breast as he slid his dick deep in my girth. He wasn’t as big as Romeo, but his dick wasn’t small either. He was working with a nice size tool that had my ass hitting them Mariah Carey notes. The feeling of his teeth tugging at my nipples and his dick stroking my pussy had me on fire. I was in so much pleasure that I didn’t know what to do except pull at my hair.
“Oooooooh right theeeeeeeeeere.” I moaned, once he started pounding at my spot. Usually, Romeo was able to reach my soul with the first stroke, but that was because he knew my body very well.
“Shit, Mia, this my pussy.” Murder growled as he kept stroking me. “I swear on my life I’M KILLING YOU AND ANY OTHER NIGGA YOU DECIDE TO GIVE MY PUSSY TO!” He yelled out, in between groans.
“You mine now, Mia, whether you ready or not. The moment you let me hit this pussy you became mine.” He kept saying until we both came. I knew at that very moment that I had fucked up, but there wasn’t anything I could do to rewind the hands of time.
Murder
Fucking Mia all night long in every position known to man had me in a good mood this morning. I hated that she had to leave too, but I was in too much of a good mood to argue. It’s been years since I had pussy that topped Trixie’s and I wasn’t about to let her ass go. Whenever I would stress her about us being together, she would come up with some bullshit ass excuse, but her giving me the cat last night made her tied down to a nigga. I even made sure I nutted in her every time in hopes of trapping her ass. Desperate times called for desperate measures and I was willing to lock that pussy down at all cost.
“Damn, that’s a nice car.” TK said, as he admired the new car I was getting custom-made for Mia.
The custom-made pink Bentley was on the level of a boss’ wife. The interior was a light pink and purple color, making that shit look hot as fuck. Since she was now my girl, I couldn’t let her drive around in a basic ass car. She had to be rolling around in some exclusive shit that you didn’t see often. When she pulled up on the scene, I wanted motherfuckers to know she was all me, hence the customized license plate that I had on there that said ‘MWIFY’.
“That pussy must have been the truth if you out here breaking bread like that.” TK said.
“To be honest, the pussy is the best I had in a long time, but that’s not it, Mia is the truth. She got her head screwed on right and she knows what she wants in life. Unlike Trixie, she has ambition, she don’t watch my money, she works for her own.” I replied.
“Yeah, she the truth plus she bad too. Yeah, keep her.” He said. “What about Trixie?”
“Man that hoe keeps blowing my ass up. I’m on my way to her, so I can drop her a couple stacks and tell her ass to kick rocks.”
“You think it’s gon’ be that easy?” TK asked.
“Nah, nigga, but money talks. Once I hand her a blank check, she going to forget all about me leaving her ass.”
“That broad is shallow as fuck.” TK laughed.
“I know, that’s why I’m through fucking with her ass.”
“Iight bruh, well go handle your business. I’ll chop it up with you later.”
“One,” I said, before getting in my car and making my way to Trixie’s house.
When I made it there, Trixie was in her bath robe sitting on the floor. I walked further in the house and she didn’t even jump on me to greet me like she normally did. It wasn’t until I was standing in front of her that she looked up to acknowledge my presence.
“We need to talk.” The both of us said.
“Let me go first,” I said. “Listen Trixie, this shit ain’t working between us anymore. I’m not feeling it and I know you hate the way I be doing you, so how about I leave you this blank check and we call it a wrap.” I said, trying to let her down the best way possible.
“I guess you trying pay off your child too, huh?” She replied.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, looking at her silly ass sideways. Trixie loved to pull the I’m pregnant line when she knew I was going to break things off with her.
“Find out for yourself.” She said, pointing to the papers that were on the coffee table.
I picked them up and read the discharge papers from the hospital where they diagnosed her with being eight weeks pregnant. There was also sonogram pictures, but I couldn’t tell what the fuck I was looking at. I ain’t see shit but a fucking with little dot.
“You pregnant with my seed?” I asked, placing the papers back down on the coffee table.
“I ain’t sit on the toilette seat and get myself pregnant.” She snapped.
Even though Trixie was a nut head, she would never step out on me. She knew I hated tainted pussy and that if another nigga was touching it behind me, then I didn’t want. No matter
how many hoes I fucked behind Trixie’s back, she always kept that thang tight for a nigga. I knew better than to clown her ass saying that the baby wasn’t mine because it was.
To say I was happy was an understatement. I wanted a kid for so long and to finally get one that I could prove existed, meant everything to me. The more I thought of having a baby, the more reality sunk in and I thought of Mia. I knew she wouldn’t fuck with me if she knew I had a baby on the way with Trixie, but there was no way I was going to let her go.
“Trixie, I’mma keep it one hundred with you. You know I’m feeling Mia and this baby thing ain’t gon’ be good since our relationship is just now kicking off. I swear I’mma be here for you and my seed, but let’s just keep it in the family for now,” I said, praying she understood.
“As long as I still have you, I’m ok with it, but you have to understand that part of you belongs to me and that you can’t neglect me for that bitch,” she responded. As stupid as she sounded, I was happy she agreed to keep this pregnancy shit between us. Being with both Mia and Trixie was going to be easy, as long as I made time to spend with Trixie, dick her down proper, and throw some bands her way.
“I gotchu.” I replied, rubbing on her stomach. The fact that she was carrying my baby had a nigga cheesing like a motherfucker.
“Can I get some daddy, I been fiending.” She purred.
“Daddy gotchu.” I said, pushing her against the couch.
Romeo
Jail wasn’t the place for a nigga like me, so when the lawyer came through and got me off, I was ready to get the fuck from around here. They threw out the case because I was able to prove that Lucy was on some fatal attraction type shit. I still couldn’t believe that her crazy ass purposely beat her face in just to get me arrested. Them pussy ass crackers was mad I was skating free so they ass had to hit me for a drug charge for that petty ass bag of weed I had on me. Once again, my lawyer beat some shit and only got me two hundred and fifty community service hours with random drug testing until I completed those hours.
When I got my freedom papers, I rushed out to see Mia’s face, only to be greeted by Hot Rod. This shit was like déjà vu, only this time I was the one getting out of jail and he was picking me up. As bad as I wanted to see Mia’s pretty face, I was ok with her not being here. I wasn’t fully ready to explain everything to her yet. Hot Rod had let me in on all the drama that had went down and I knew I had a lot of making up to do.