by Natavia
“Fuck all of that! You need to bring Latavia back home! Damn, nigga! What about us?” Sameer asked. I just grilled him.
“Yeah, what happened?” Shine asked.
“Yo, shorty just started wilin’ out on me. She told me she couldn’t be with me because of my lifestyle! How she did a nigga was fucked up! I’m thinking I’m coming home to my girl waiting on me because a nigga body was still hurting. Yo, she didn’t even get up and get a nigga a glass of water! Straight up, she was acting like a bitch! Honestly, fuck her! That bitch knew what type of nigga I was before we got serious. She wants me to do shit on her terms. Then the bitch begged me for another baby, and I gave it to her! I didn’t want no fucking kids after Jace! But I did that shit for her and proposed to her. A nigga was trying. But it wasn’t good enough. All she had to do was bear with it until I stopped. I told her two years but I was planning on getting out in two months. I still got some shit I need to get rid of and a few loose ends!”
“Damn, nigga! That’s fucked up! She’ll be back though. She isn’t like one of these hood chicks out here. Her lifestyle is in the public eye and this shit would look bad if something happened. She has a few celebrities she works for and athletes. She can’t be affiliated with this,” Shine said.
“So, what nigga! She knew this shit before she even fucked him!” Sameer said.
“My nigga, you need to get out of the house,” Shine said to me. I went upstairs to take a shower and get dressed. I put on a pair of denim-bleached True Religion jeans, a white-tee and some butter Timbs. I put on my Rollie and my True Religion snap-back hat on. My hair had grown out so I had a beard. I looked like a homeless nigga in the face. Latavia’s crazy ass had me in the crib drinking and smoking weed. I think I only ate three times. The bitch even got her number changed on me.
I walked down the stairs. “That’s what I’m talking about, baby!” Shine said punching me in the chest.
“Damn, nigga, you can’t hit the nigga like that! You see he lost weight! Fuck is wrong with you?” Sameer asked Shine.
We rode through the hood and I saw Takera walking down the street switching hard. I’m not going to lie shorty ass was PHAT!
I put the window down. “Damn, Takera! Fuck are you doing out here on the hoe-stroll? I hope you not about to sell some pussy! Take your thirsty ass in the house!” I told her. She turned around then my face dropped. Takera’s make-up was done up nice and her hair was done too. She was rocking a short, wild style with blue highlights. She reminded me of the singer Fantasia. She was looking good I had to admit.
Sameer put the window down. “Damn. Sakera!” Sameer said.
“Who is Sakera?” she asked with her hands on her hips.
“Takera’s twin because Takera ain’t never look this good! Where is your nappy-headed sister at?” Sameer asked. Shine burst into laughter.
Takera rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Kenjay? Why are you fucking with me?”
“Shorty, don’t get cute! What are you ready to do?” I asked her. Takera had some ratchet ways but she was really a cool female. I could chill with her and not even look at her like that although I had been fucking her for the past ten years on and off. If she kept herself up the way she was now, she wouldn’t have a problem with snatching a nigga up.
“I’m ready to catch a cab and grab me something to eat before I go to work!” she said.
“Where you work at?” I asked not believing she had a job.
“Front desk at Special Care rehab facility. I been there for two weeks,” she said. I smirked at her. I was proud of her.
“That’s what’s up! Don’t be getting high at work though! I’m serious, shorty!” I told her then she smiled.
“See, you later, Kenjay!” she said switching off in her work, dress pants.
“Damn, Sakera looking good!” Sameer said looking at her ass.
“Yo, you sure you and Takera don’t have any feelings for each other? I mean, nigga, you was almost drooling over her ass,” Shine said to me.
“Fuck no, nigga! I just fuck with her, that’s all! I mean I grew up with shorty,” I said.
“Yo, I always thought you felt some type of way about her though. What nigga fucks a girl all of those years and doesn’t feel something for her? I’m not saying you in love with her and feel the same way about her like you do Latavia. But I do think you got a soft spot for shorty!” Shine said. I waved him off.
We pulled up at Denny’s and Lo-Lo was walking out with some nigga. Sameer jumped out of the truck before me and Shine hurriedly jumped out behind him. Lo-Lo dropped her food then tried to run.
“Damn, Lo-Lo must be scared if she dropped her food!” I told Shine. Sameer caught Lo-Lo by the back of her shirt then she fell on the ground screaming for help. The nigga she was with tried to charge Sameer. Sameer turned around hitting him with a right hook, sending him into the bushes.
“What the fuck are you doing out here?” Sameer asked, pulling her up.
Jameer walked out with Narshae. I should’ve stayed home! Some serious shit was about to go down.
Jameer saw us and his whole body tensed up.
“Seriously, nigga?” Shine asked him.
“Yo, it isn’t even like that!” Jameer said.
“I’m ready for you to tell them the truth! We been fucking each other, Jameer! Stop fucking lying and just tell them!” Narshae said pushing Jameer. I just shook my head because that was one fucked-up situation. Bria, Jameer’s girlfriend, and Narshae are friends.
“Nigga, you foul as fuck! Your own brother, nigga? You are fucking his bitch? I don’t even think that lil’ nigga belongs to you! He looks nothing like us!” Shine said. Sameer was busy arguing with Lo-Lo—he didn’t even know what was going on. The guy Sameer knocked out walked towards him with a knife.
I ran up on him knocking him back down on the ground. I grabbed his little pocketknife then tossed it. I didn’t know what the nigga was going to do with that.
“Get your ass on! Fuck was you going to do with that little-ass knife? Nigga you are a grown-ass man! Why are you still playing with toys?” I asked him. He hurriedly got up then took off running down the street. His pants fell down then the nigga tripped. I laughed at him.
“Break this shit up!” I said pulling Lo-Lo and Sameer apart. This nigga had her jacked up against a truck and she was ready to swing on him.
“Stop this shit! Someone is going to call the police on y’all simple asses!” I said.
“This bitch can’t keep her legs closed! Every time I turn around, it’s another nigga!” Sameer said. This nigga wasn’t lying when he said he was in love with Lo-Lo.
“Stop worrying about me! Worry about that bitch over there keeping her legs closed! Looks like she moved on to your brother!” Lo-Lo said pointing at Narshae standing next to Jameer.
“Fuck them! I don’t care about them!” He snatched her car keys then got into her driver’s side.
“Get your ass in here now!” Lo-Lo rolled her eyes then got in her car. I told Sameer to hit me up later. I turned around and Jameer and Shine was arguing. For some reason those two didn’t get along. Shine balled his fist up. I pushed him back.
“Come on, yo, chill!” I told him. He snatched away from me.
“Young, I’m telling you right now. If you run up on me like that again, I’m putting something hot in you! Keep fucking with me! This is none of your business, nigga!” Jameer said. Shine laughed.
“I don’t trust a nigga that would betray his own brother over some pussy. You would be the type of nigga to turn on your own blood in an interrogation room. Snake-ass nigga!” Shine said walking to his whip.
Jameer balled his fists up. “Young, on everything I love I would kill that nigga!” Jameer said with venom in his voice.
“You know he looks at Sameer like a little brother. But you on some other shit, nigga. You out here living foul, man! You know that shit too! A bitch that’s willing to fuck two brothers and her sister’s nigga isn’t to be trusted! Keep he
r from around the family. If you bring that bitch around it’s not going to be pretty. I get up with you later!” I said walking to Shine’s whip.
Once I got in I leaned the seat all the way back.
“Let’s go to the hotel restaurant for some breakfast, fuck this shit! Sameer’s sneaky ass wanted to come here. I have a feeling he knew her ass was here!” Shine said. I laughed because Sameer was a slick-ass dude.
Latavia
One month later…
“Keep still, Britain!” I said as I applied her make-up. Britain was always laughing.
“I’m sorry!” she said giggling. I was getting her ready for her first photo shoot since the baby.
“You know I don’t feel good!” I told her. I was three months pregnant now and had been getting sick every morning. I wasn’t even this sick with Jace. I also think part of it is because I missed Kenjay so much. I know I made a selfish decision but it was so much shit going on that I was ready to lose my mind!
Tejah walked into the room swinging her long weave, waving and blowing kisses. She walked up to me then kissed me on the cheek.
“I would kiss Britain but I know how you are when you are beating someone’s face!” she said sitting down at her station next to Britain’s. Tejah was another plus-sized model for Malore. She was twenty-one but looked eighteen in the face. Malore had her modeling the junior line, though she was only a size 12. She reminded me of Joanne Borgella, the plus-sized model. They actually looked identical.
“I don’t know where your lips been!” Britain said.
“On a big juicy cock!” Tejah said, licking her lips.
“You are nasty. You know that?” Britain asked her.
“Yup! I’m sassy and classy and I keep my pussy game trashy!” Tejah said.
“What’s up with that fine-ass man that your hubby is related to?” Tejah asked Britain. I hope she wasn’t talking about Kenjay.
“Which one are you talking about?” Britain asked. I paused and waited for her answer.
“The brown-skinned one with the nice-ass body! I think his name is Shine! I dreamt about the nigga last night and girrllllll! I woke up with wet panties. That nigga screams sex! Matter of fact, I need a man to pose with me! Malore told me I can find someone on my own since the guys she always has for us look like rapists!” she said.
“So, you want Shine to pose with you?” I asked.
“Ummm, duh! I want the nigga to pose with me and screw me! Damn, he is gorgeous!” Tejah said fanning herself.
“Shine is a little too old for you,” Britain told her.
“We can be like R. Kelly and Aaliyah! Age ain’t shit but a number!” she said and I laughed.
“Well, come over later and you can get to know him better. We are having a party for O’Shea’s record label. It’s going to be big! Everyone is talking about it!” Britain said.
“Latavia, I know you better come. I don’t give a damn how you feel,” Britain said. How am I supposed to face Kenjay? I asked myself.
I pulled up and the valet parked my car. Britain wasn’t lying when she said they were doing it big. They had valet and tons of security.
I was greeted by Cam when I walked in. She and I have been close since she took care of Kenjay after he was in that car accident.
“Well, look at you! Don’t you look fabulous?” I said to her. She turned around modeling her long off-white dress that hugged her curves.
“You know you are the reason for this!” she said. I winked at her. I helped her pick out her dress.
A dark-skinned girl with hazel eyes walked towards us. Her hair was bone straight reaching past her shoulders with a part in the middle.
“Jamie this is Latavia. Latavia this is Jamie. She is my husband’s sister.” Cam introduced us. She waved and I waved back.
A tall caramel-complexioned man walked up to her. I knew he was one of the hottest music producers out. I was starting to hear about him a lot. I think his name is Kejuan but he goes by Killa.
“Ay, shorty, I’m going to be around the back if you need me. Cam, tell your bitch-ass husband I’m going to fuck him up too!” he gave me the head nod then walked off.
Britain walked towards me with a glass of wine in her hand. She loved her wine.
“Work it, diva!” Jamie said to Britain.
“I’m trying to! But why are Corey and Sameer arguing over Tookie? I mean they were really going at it!” Britain said. I just knew Kenjay was around here somewhere.
“Ugghhhhh! See, that’s what I’m talking about! Corey is always in something!” Jamie said.
“Leave him alone. He is so sweet! I don’t see what y’all be talking about! That damn Sameer is something else!” Britain said.
“Can you cook?” Cam asked Britain.
“Hell yeah!” she replied.
“Honey, that’s why that greedy fucker is nice to you!” Jamie said.
O’Shea strolled over to Britain kissing her cheek then gave Cam and Jamie a hug.
Kenjay walked into the room with a glass of dark liquor in his hand. This man just got finer! His wavy hair had grown out some. He had a fresh shape up, and was even rocking a little 5’o clock shadow.
“Now, that nigga is gorgeous!” Jamie said. I grilled her.
“What’s up, shorty?” he asked me. I couldn’t respond as I stared into his face. He smirked like he normally does then he eyed my belly. All of a sudden I felt bad for not telling him about my doctor visits.
I turned around then walked off to the nearest bathroom. I shut the door then cried my eyes out. Seeing him again for the first time after a month was really taking a toll on me. There was a knock on the door. I dried my eyes then opened the door. It was Kenjay.
“I’m starting to think you get a kick out of a nigga chasing you. What’s up? How have you been? Are you still pregnant?” he asked me.
“Fine and yes I am. Three months now,” I replied.
“How I am supposed to keep in contact with you? You changed all of your numbers on me. You taking that experience away from me. Don’t you think I want to go to the doctor’s with you?” he asked. I put my head down.
He lifted my head up. “My shorty is in there somewhere. I don’t know who this person is. You can’t even look at me. Was I that bad to you, Latavia? You hate me that much?” he asked with hurt in his voice.
My eyes burned from the tears that were threatening to escape. My stomach pulled into a knot and at any moment I was about to have a breakdown.
“Just call me and let me know what’s going on with you. I won’t keep you on the phone or any of that. I just want to know if you are good. Even if you call and tell me you are okay then hang up on me I would be thankful. You can even call from a blocked number. Just don’t do a nigga like this knowing you are carrying his seed.” He walked away.
Cam came over to me. “It will okay, honey. I think this time apart will help the relationship. Y’all have some issues to work out alone. Just because you love someone doesn’t mean that problems can get solved being with each other. Don’t beat yourself up over it because it’s natural and we all have been through it. Now, let’s turn the hell up!” she said.
“There goes my bitch!” Cam said talking about Tee-Tee. I had met her through Cam. I thought my mouth was terrible but Tee-Tee’s mouth took the cake! She walked over to us in a white off the shoulder Greek style dress that hung loosely around her stomach. Her gold gladiator sandals brought the look out. Her hair was styled in a Mohawk with purple highlights. The Mohawk hung down to the top of her ass in spiral curls.
“I need to take my ass home! I feel uncomfortable in this shit! I don’t know how I let my crazy-ass husband talk me into coming around all of these uppity-ass people. And I’m sober too? Damn it! I’m pissed the hell off!” she said.
“I’m sorry, Latavia! How are you doing? Don’t mind me! I’m pregnant and fucking frustrated. There goes my crazy-ass husband!” she spat.
Corey bopped over to Tee-Tee, smiling showing all of his diam
ond grill.
“What’s the matter with you now? Damn!” he said to her smiling.
“Nigga, don’t get fucking cute! I’m ready to go! Keep fucking with me, Corey! You know how I get after being on my feet all day! What the fuck are you happy for anyway? You better not be trying to talk to none of these Hollywood fake wanna be’s! I have never seen so many fake titties and asses in my life!” Tee-Tee fussed as Cam and I giggled.