Don't Come Looking For Love 3: Family Ties

by Natavia

  The niggas he was with tried swinging on Kenjay but I jumped in. There were like six against two. My fist slammed into one of the niggas’ faces and a tooth flew out. Tejah stood up on a table then jumped on some nigga’s back that tried hitting me. She was swinging on his head. He almost slammed her onto the floor. Latavia picked up a chair to hit another nigga upside his head.

  “What the fuck!” Sameer said coming into the restaurant. He started swinging on niggas. This nigga even made a mistake and hit me! I’m fucking him up. Geraldine hit someone with a pot. A big-ass brawl broke out. A few minutes later, police came then handcuffed everyone. What a fucking day!

  Kenjay told the police that was his restaurant and we were having family dinner before everything got out of hand. They let us go but took the other niggas downtown.

  I pushed Sameer and he started laughing. Out of all the niggas that swung on me his punch hurt the most.

  “Nigga, that shit isn’t funny! My fucking jaw feels fucked up! How the fuck did you make a mistake and hit me, nigga?” I asked him.

  “My bad, young! I just saw all these niggas on y’all and started swinging!” he said. I shook my head.

  Kenjay was helping Latavia up out of her chair. She looked like she didn’t feel well.

  “What’s the matter with her?” I asked Kenjay.

  “I think her sugar level dropped. She needed to eat and never got the chance to. I need to take her to the hospital,” he said, helping her out of the restaurant.

  Tejah limped over to me. “What’s the matter?” I asked her.

  “I think I sprained my ankle and I broke a fucking heel!” she said.

  “What the fuck was y’all doing jumping into a nigga fight anyway?” I asked.

  “Nigga, it was only two of y’all. I mean, y’all was getting busy but those niggas just kept coming! You and your cousins are crazy as hell!” she said. I waved her off.

  “Kenjay better pay me a big-ass bonus because I need to clean this shit up. Look at this place! I should’ve stabbed one of those niggas!” Geraldine fussed.

  After we finished cleaning up I realized I missed all of my meetings that I had scheduled for the day. I was pissed about that. I sent an email out on my cellphone to all the hotel managers letting them know I had a family emergency.

  Tejah got into my truck and we left. Minutes later, I pulled up to my house.

  “Who lives here?” she asked as I punched in the code to open up the gate.

  “I do.” I pulled up into the driveway. She hopped out.

  “This is a beautiful house. The windows are so big, it looks like a glass house.”

  I unlocked the door. “You can look around. I need to get the fuck out of this suit.” I walked up the steps into the master bedroom. I took my clothes off then got into the shower. I couldn’t believe I almost killed one of those niggas. I still felt like doing it. I had a lot to lose, so I had to be careful about how I responded to shit. A few years ago I would’ve busted on all those niggas.

  After I showered, I put on a pair of baller shorts, socks, and my Nike slide-on shoes. I walked downstairs and it was quiet.

  “Tejah! Where are you at girl?” I called out.

  The sliding door was open, so I stepped outside. Tejah was lying on a lounge chair by the lake knocked out. I lay on top of her and she moved. I kissed her neck then she wrapped her arms around me.

  “Get your heavy ass off me, Shine,” she said, complaining.

  “Shut up, damn! You don’t say that shit when my dick is buried in between your legs!”

  I grabbed her breasts then kissed them through her shirt. She gripped my shoulders tighter, slightly moaning.

  “I’m still hungry,” she said then all of a sudden my stomach growled.

  “I can order Chinese food,” I said. She frowned her nose up.

  “I hate oriental food, Shine. How about the Jamaican spot that delivers? I want some curry goat, cabbage with peas and rice. I want a large too!” she said.

  “How the hell are you going to tell me you don’t like oriental food? My grandmother is oriental! We grew up off of that shit, girl,” I said. She laughed.

  “I need some meat and shit like that!” she replied.

  I grabbed my dick. “I can help you with some meat. I got a lot of that shit!”

  “I’ll take that meat later! I need some real food!” she said getting up with her shorts riding up her ass. Tejah had a badass walk. I didn’t know if it came from modeling and walking down the runway or what, but it was bad! Her young ass just didn’t know!

  I went into the house then downstairs to the basement. The giant cage rattled.

  “Heyyyyy, girl!” I said opening up the cage. Sheba jumped on me, putting her arms around my neck. I hated having her in a cage but she would fuck my house up home alone. Might even burn it down. Sheba was a Capuchin monkey. I put her down then she ran up the stairs. I heard Tejah screaming and carrying on. I fell out laughing.

  “Shine! Shine! Shine! Planet of the Apes!” was all I heard as she screamed scaring Sheba. Sheba made loud squeaky noises because Tejah scared her too.

  “Calm down, Tejah! Baby girl isn’t going to hurt you!” I said, picking Sheba up. She showed Tejah her canines, making an evil face.

  “You little fucker! Are you mean mugging me?” Tejah asked Sheba, as she stood up on the kitchen island.

  “Chill out, Tejah! Get your ass down off of there,” I said laughing. She hopped off then grilled me.

  “So, you are on your French Montana shit, huh? Nigga, you got a fucking monkey dressed up like a little girl. She has on a tank top and a colorful tutu with a diamond collar!” she said. I laughed.

  “She’s a girl! I can’t help the fact she likes clothes,” I said, putting Sheba down. Sheba went through Tejah’s purse, looking through her items. She pulled out her cellphone then banged it on the floor.

  “Shine! She is going to break my phone!” she said.

  “Put it back, Sheba. Now!” I said. She threw it into the purse then jumped back in my arms.

  “She is cute though. Let me hold her,” Tejah said. Tejah held her arms out but Sheba gripped me around my neck.

  “Go to Tejah. She’s nice,” I said giving her to Tejah. Sheba let Tejah hold her and Tejah started rocking her like a baby. Sheba closed her eyes.

  “Awwww, Shine she’s adorable! She scared the shit out of me at first though!” Tejah said. I got on the phone to order us some Jamaican food.

  “What is she looking for?” Tejah asked, as Sheba looked through her scalp.

  I hung up the phone. “Animal instinct. She’s looking for insects. Be careful because she seriously might find one,” I said.

  “Her little fingers work magic,” Tejah said, falling asleep.

  I got out a small bowl then cut up some grapes, kiwi, strawberries and bananas for Sheba.

  I whistled. She hopped down from Tejah’s shoulder, jumped on the barstool then dug into her bowl.

  “Awwwwww, Shine you would be a good father.”

  “Monkeys and kids are different! Sheba may act like a child, but she is still considered an animal,” I said. After the food came we sat down at the dining room table and ate. Tejah stuck a piece of meat in Sheba’s mouth.

  “Tejah! That’s not a damn puppy! Don’t feed her that. She is going to be shitting everywhere and I doubt you’ll clean it up!” She rolled her eyes at me.

  “Your daddy is so grumpy, Sheba! I think he needs some!” Tejah said, picking her up.

  Tejah put the dishes in the sink. I sat on the couch, turning the TV on. Sheba hopped on my lap and Tejah sat down next to me, putting her head on my shoulder. Sheba went over to Tejah getting onto her lap.

  “That’s how you do me, Sheba? Fuck me, huh?” I asked her. She ignored me, playing in Tejah’s hair. My eyelids got heavy then I dozed off.

  The doorbell rang waking me up. I looked on the intercom and it was Kenjay. I opened the door. He had on baller shorts and a white tee with a pair of J�
�s on his feet. I forgot all about the basketball game we were supposed to be playing in.

  “Damn, nigga, you’re running late! You know we have to meet Royal and ‘em down at the basketball court. Those niggas talk so much shit like they’re the only ones who can hoop!” Kenjay said.

  Tejah came down the stairs in a pair of my boxers and a t-shirt. She must’ve showered and changed while I was asleep.

  “Why didn’t you wake me up?” I asked her.

  “I tried to but your ass was not budging,” she said. Sheba ran down the stairs with a jumper on and a pink flower headband on her head.

  “Yo, I don’t give a fuck what you say! That’s your daughter and you had her by an ugly bitch! That’s not a damn monkey. That’s fucked up how you deny her. Nigga, why do y’all have her dressed like that? That’s child abuse!” Kenjay said. This nigga been saying that since I first got Sheba shipped over here.

  “Nigga, shut the fuck up! Let me go get dressed real quick!” I said. I jogged up the stairs. I washed my face, brushed my teeth then took care of my hygiene. I put on a pair of baller shorts, a Nike tank top, and a pair of Jordan’s. I walked down the stairs. Tejah rolled her eyes at me.

  I kissed her cheek. “What’s up, beautiful?” I asked her.

  “Where are you going dressed like that? Your dick is swinging and that shirt makes your chest look bulkier! Oh, and let’s not forget the tattoos them bitches are going to be looking at,” she said.

  “Oh, shit you have a Latavia on your hands! Shorty is jealous already,” Kenjay said laughing. Tejah flicked him off.

  “You want to come?” I asked her.

  “Nigga no! Hell no! Tejah stay getting into some shit! Every time we go to the club she gets put out! Leave her ass here with your daughter. No women are allowed. You breaking the code already, nigga!” Kenjay said laughing.

  Latavia walked into the house eating pineapples. Kenjay seemed embarrassed. I laughed because this nigga was talking shit when his baby mama was with him.

  “Damn, Kenjay that was rude! You had me sitting in the car forever! Hurry up, so we can get down to the court! You know I love watching when the hood comes out for tournaments,” Latavia said.

  “What the fuck happened to ‘no women allowed’ Kenjay? I didn’t want to go anyway! Latavia has your ass pussy-whipped!” Tejah said.

  “Whatever, Tejah! That’s all her! She been glued to a nigga lately! I can’t get rid of her,” Kenjay said. Latavia pinched his arm.

  “HELLOOOOOOOO!” my mother said stepping into my house. I hated when she popped up unannounced.

  “Oh my! This must be some type of hood affair!” she said without speaking to anyone. Kenjay grilled her and Latavia rolled her eyes at her.

  “So, you blow Jessica off just like that? Let me guess. This little hoodrat gave up the twat before you could even blink! You are twenty-eight years old! Don’t you think sleeping with different women is tiring?” my mother asked me.

  She looked at Tejah then put her nose up.

  “I would ask your name but it would be pointless since I will never see you again anyway. You are just the flavor of the month. I’m sure you come from an average background anyway!” my mother said to Tejah. Tejah’s eyes watered but she held her composure.

  “Yo, I’m out! I’ll meet up with you later!” Kenjay said.

  “My son will not be meeting with your ass, Kenjay! Don’t think I haven’t heard about you fighting, causing my son to have to jump in it. Shame on you! Just because your life isn’t shit doesn’t mean you should make my son’s life worthless! I’m surprised you aren’t dead or in jail yet!” she said to him. Latavia covered her mouth.

  “I’m surprised your pussy still works and your fucking face hasn’t cracked yet!” Kenjay said.

  “You always had no class! But what could I expect? Your mama didn’t have any either!” my mother said.

  “You know what, I done had it with this bitch!” Latavia said trying to reach for her. Kenjay held her back then took her outside as she yelled and screamed, cursing my mother out.

  Tejah ran upstairs, took her things then stormed past me. I grabbed her arm and she snatched it away from me.

  “Leave me the hell alone! I’m sure I’m not shit to you but a fling. Is that why that white bitch popped up on you? I guess she’s more your type anyway. Since I’m too black for your stroke-face-ass mama!” She stormed out the door. Sheba tried to follow behind her but the door shut in her face.

  “Ewwwww! That rat needs to get put to sleep!” she said about Sheba. Sheba got scared and ran upstairs. She was scared of my mother.

  “Finally! The trash is taken out. Now, son, Jessica will be here in thirty minutes! Go get dressed,” she said, sitting down on my couch.

  “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

  “Excuse me?” she asked, standing up.

  “GET THE FUCK OUT!” I said grabbing her arm, pulling her towards the door.

  “What has gotten into you?” she asked me.

  “How the fuck can you talk to your nephew like that? How the fuck can you disrespect Tejah like that? A fling, though, Ma? I’m a grown-ass fucking man! Tejah was the only girl I have ever let come into my house and you know that! You know damn well I don’t see her as just a fling! I don’t want that white bitch!” I said to her.

  “Watch how you talk to your mother!” she said to me. I laughed.

  “Let me make myself clear, Ma. Stay the fuck out of my life and out of my house. Keep on fucking with me and you will find yourself out on the streets looking like the people you tip your nose up at! I take care of you, that house, car, EVERYTHING is all me! Keep on fucking with me and you won’t have shit!” I said to her.

  “You treated me this way when Talisha was in your life. Now, this bitch Tejah is turning you away from me,” she said with hate dripping from her voice.

  “Get the hell out! It’s all you, Ma! Can’t you see that shit? You are the reason why I can’t keep a woman or have a fucking family. Don’t you think I want a wife and kids one day? I’m almost fucking thirty years old! Every time you come over, it’s some bullshit! But this is the last straw! Respect Tejah when you see her! I might fuck around and knock her up just off GP!” I said slamming the door in her face.

  I know we moved too fast but Tejah was a breath of fresh air. She had me curious and my mother wasn’t fucking that up. Tejah and I might not even work out but I’ll be damned if my mother was going to stop me from finding out. When Tejah was peeping me out over the past few months, I was secretly peeping shorty out too! I wanted her lil’ her ass, and I still do.

  O’Shea

  “I swear I don’t feel like going, Britain!” I said, flopping down on the bed.

  “O’Shea, I know you better get your ass up! I go to all of your home events. Hell, I would even go to the ones in different countries if I had to. Malore is having a party at her house and she wants me to bring you,” she said, slipping on her pumps.

  “I don’t feel like being around a bunch of models and shit! Damn!” I said getting up. I took a shower then got out with a towel wrapped around me. I dressed in a pair of white jeans, a white V-neck shirt with a Gucci belt and shoes to match. I put on my diamond Rolex and diamond chain. Britain had on a white sleeveless cutout shirt, a white pencil skirt with nude pumps. Like always, her face was done up nice and her hair was in a mass of bushy thick curls that almost covered her face. If Britain permed her hair, it might be down by her ass.

  “Don’t look so down, baby. When we come back home I will give you a happy ending,” she said giggling. I smacked her round thick ass, watching it jiggle.

  “Keep on, shorty! You are going to fuck around and be pregnant again,” I said kissing her lips.

  An hour later…

  “This will be my first time going to her home. She’s very private,” Britain said, speaking about Malore. Malore lived in a big-ass Mansion, the biggest I’d ever seen. This woman definitely had money.

  We pulled up to the fro
nt of the house and there was Valet. After they parked my Aston Martin we were escorted inside. A big water fountain was in the middle of the floor when we walked in. Her house resembled an art museum. Big paintings were up on the wall and gold crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings.

  Tejah sashayed to us, hugged Britain then kissed her cheek. She gave me a hug too then pinched me.

  “Damn, Tejah, what was that for?” I asked her.

  “I want to pinch your cousin too but I’ve been avoiding him. So pass that on to him for me,” she said walking off.

  “Why are y’all so damn dramatic? Shine can’t help what the fuck comes out of his mama’s mouth!” I said to Britain.

  “Shine’s mama is a bitch! I can’t stand her ass! The time we invited her over to the baby shower, all she did was bitch. Oh, I don’t eat this or that! I wanted to smack her!” Britain fussed. I shook my head.