by Natavia
“Shorty, please don’t go shopping for a while. Half of that shit still got tags on it. This shit is ridiculous,” he fussed.
“You are the one who spoiled me! Stop complaining,” I said laughing.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck.
“I love your crazy ass though. Spoiled and all,” he said.
Shine
“What’s up with you?” I asked Siah as she came into my crib. Siah was my baby sister at only twenty years old. I talked to Sameer the other day and he told me about his father molesting Gary also. We were wondering if he touched Siah since she’s a butch. She had never been with a man, not even once.
She sat down on the couch in a pair of shorts and a tank top, Gucci sneakers on her feet. Her cornrows were braided down on the sides. Tattoos covered her arms and neck. She smiled with gold diamond grills in her mouth. I gave her dap then sat down across from her.
“What’s up with you, nigga? You called me all late last night. I was knee-deep in some pussy. That shit was crazy. I had two bad bitches in my bed,” she said.
“Did the twin’s father ever touch you when you spent the night over Aunt Sheri’s house?” I asked her.
“Fuck no, nigga! That’s why you called me over here? To ask me if some fuck-ass nigga touched me? Nigga, you can get murked for some shit like that! I can’t believe you just asked me some gay-ass shit like that,” she said. I laughed.
“Chill out, lil’ bro. Damn! I was just asking,” I said.
“So, you want to know why I’m gay?”
“Just wanted to know if that was the reason,” I told her. I got up to fix her a drink. She liked her Henny straight with no ice. She downed it then patted her chest.
“That’s some grown-nigga shit right there,” she said. “I just don’t like men. Never did. Caroline being our mother is what really made me not like men. The plastic surgery, the gold-digging, trapping niggas for financial reasons…we’re trap babies, Shine. I hate her ass! I wish that bitch dropped dead. She’s so evil. You need to stay away from her,” she said.
“Siah, that’s still our mother. Watch your mouth,” I said, getting mad.
“Naw, nigga, that’s your mother! The way she acts she thinks she’s your fucking wife! You need to stop taking care of her. You are the only one blind to the bullshit. I been telling you for a few years now I think she’s the one who killed Talisha,” Siah said.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I said, getting up.
“As soon as you told Caroline Talisha was moving in with you, she got hit by a car. Then all of a sudden someone stole Caroline’s car afterwards. What did you do Shine? Bought that bitch a Maybach after she killed your fucking girlfriend,” Siah said.
“Mama is a lot of things but a murderer isn’t one of them!” I said. She laughed.
“Go home, Siah,” I said.
“Nigga, you are smarter than that! What do you always tell me? Never put shit past a woman. Just because that bitch gave birth to you doesn’t mean shit! Caroline is an evil bitch! Look at how mad she gets when Tejah comes around. No mother should ever hate a woman that much who dates her son, especially a woman who has never done shit to her. She hated Talisha for no reason. Remember when we ate dinner at Catty’s house? Talisha got sick even though we all ate the same fucking food. Remember when Talisha had that miscarriage from it? You need to open your eyes, Shine!” Siah said.
“I’m not trying to hear that shit, Siah! Okay, you don’t like Ma, but to lie on her is fucking ridiculous. Grow up, Siah! I’m tired of the fucking nonsense!” I yelled. She shook her head then stood up.
“Just make sure Tejah looks both ways before crossing the street. You are foul for this shit! It’s sad that something might happen to Tejah before you realize what the fuck is going on. If you don’t want to believe it, cool. Just leave Tejah alone then. It’s not fair to her,” Siah said, walking out of the house.
My phone rang and it was my mother.
“Yes, Ma,” I said answering the phone.
“I’m sorry, Shine! I apologize for mistreating Tejah! It looks like she is going to be around for a while. I can see that you really like her. I’m just not used to you spending that much time with a woman,” she said.
“How can you say that, Ma? Talisha and I spent a lot of time together.”
“You felt obligated because you made a mistake and knocked her up. You were trying to do right by her. Tejah is a different story. There are no obligations with her. I can see how you look at her. You are falling too soon for her, don’t you think?” she asked.
“I’m almost thirty years old. At my age there is no such thing. I’m feeling her but it’s not serious yet. But when it gets to that point, I don’t want any of your shit, Ma,” I said.
“Well, arrange something, so I can apologize to Tejah personally. I need to get to know the little hoodrat who has my only child’s nose wide open,” she spat.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I said, hanging up.
Few hours later…
I rang the doorbell to Tejah’s apartment. She answered the door in small shorts and a silk-like tank top. She threw her arms around me, kissing my lips.
“I missed you,” she pouted, pulling me in.
“I hear that shit, shorty!” I said, feeling on her plump ass. She kissed me again then I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me.
She pulled away, looking into my eyes. “I feel like we’re moving too fast. We’ve only been dating for a few months.”
“What makes you say that?” I asked her, setting her down.
“My feelings for you are undeniable. I actually had feelings for you when I first saw you. You walked into the room and my whole body burned with desire. Then our future flashed before my eyes. I saw almost everything and that shit scared me,” she said.
“Are you running game on me?” I asked, smirking.
“Boy, hush! I’m too old and fly for that shit,” she said posing, swinging her hair back.
“Besides, you need some young pussy in your life, daddy,” she purred.
“Cut that shit out, Tejah. As soon as I spread your legs you run from it.”
“Nigga, I can’t help that your dick is too big for my pussy. What the hell? I’m not going to even lie I can’t take it sometimes. But as long as you make those faces you be making then I know she right,” she said, patting between her legs.
“Let me taste it then,” I said.
“No, we got to meet everyone at the party. I can’t believe Britain and O’Shea got secretly married. Then she called me like, ‘Bitch, you better come to my wedding reception!’ I almost cursed her ass out for doing that!” she fussed.
“Stop yapping then and come on!” I said. She went down the hall then came back with her clutch. I grilled her. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going looking like that?” I asked her.
“To get my party on,” she said, popping her butt out then smacking it. “Tejah is going to walk up in there shutting shit down!” she sang, grinding her hips.
“Take your little hot ass back in that room and change your clothes. I’m saying though, we might not be in a relationship, but you will respect me. Simple shit,” I spat.
“You haven’t been telling me how to dress, so why start now?” she asked, hands on her hips.
“We arguing?” I asked, leaning against the counter with my arms crossed.
“No but—”
“But shit! Change your clothes and hurry up! What are you trying to do? Show off for other niggas or something?” I was getting pissed.
“Are you jealous?”
“Naw, shorty! I’m selfish!” She slammed her clutch down then switched to her room. She was throwing her hips extra hard as her ass cheeks jiggled.
She came back minutes later in a white, thin romper that hugged her curves. Her breasts sat up nice and full, showing cleavage. One side of the pants’ leg was cut out from her hip to her knee. She wore a pair of badass come-and-fuck-me heels. She turne
d around modeling her outfit with her back out.
“What do you think, Boss?” she asked.
“I like it but now I might have to fuck a nigga up!” I said, licking my lips.
“I made this!” she said. Shock was an understatement. When Tejah told me she made clothes I didn’t expect it to look like it belonged in stores. This was my first time seeing her work.
“Young and talented! I like that,” I said.
“Yeah, but I’m hoping with this fashion show I can get my work out there,” she said, sadly.
“How much do you need to start your own clothing line?” I asked her.
“I don’t know yet. I need to hire people to make them. I also need distribution. There’s so much to do, Shine, I don’t think I will ever get where I want to go,” she said.
“How about I invest in your clothing line? I can buy a building and we can start from there. I don’t know too much about that shit, but I can see you making a killing,” I said.
“Thanks, but I won’t be able to pay you back,” she said.
“You won’t have to. I would have a ten percent share,” I said.
“Just ten percent?” she asked, not believing me.
“Yup! Don’t believe me? I can have my lawyer type it up and we both sign it. How about that?” I asked. She smiled.
“Deal,” she said, grabbing her clutch.
The stretch Bentley limo pulled up to the club O’Shea and Britain rented out. The limo driver got out and opened the door for us. It looked like an awards show instead of a wedding reception.
“I’m glad I changed my clothes,” Tejah said.
“Me too.”
We gave our names then we were escorted inside to the family section on the upper level. I told Tejah I would be back. I wanted to holla at my niggas.
“Don’t be having a bitch in your face, either, Shine. I’m serious. Unlike you, I’m jealous,” she said.
“Why are you always trying to start shit with me?” Tejah was very jealous and it she didn’t hide it. She was one arrogant-ass female but there was also an innocence about her. A waitress walked past us with a tray of champagne. Tejah took one then sipped on it.
“Don’t get too fucked up tonight. I’m serious, Tejah,” I said.
“You are too controlling, damn! What can I do?” she asked, smiling.
“I’m only giving you a heads up. I’m not forcing you to do anything, but you already know what is. I’m a selfish man, so as long as we have an understanding, we’re cool,” I said. She sucked her teeth.
“Welllllll, look at the new love birds! I can feel it in the air,” Latavia said, hugging me before she kissed Tejah’s cheek. Tejah wiped her face off.
“Bitch, I know how you and Kenjay get down! Don’t be putting those nasty-ass lips on me,” Tejah fussed.
“Whatever,” Latavia said. Kenjay walked over and gave me dap.
“What’s up ratchet people?” Kenjay said.
“See, that’s where your ass is wrong, nigga! Only one ratchet up in here, is you and your baby mama. Oh, and all of your cousins. Don’t fuck with me, Kenjay! I will curse you out then dare Latavia to buck up on me,” Tejah said laughing. Latavia gave Tejah the finger.
Geraldine switched over to us in a dress that hugged her curves. Her dreads were styled in an up do and her make-up was done nicely. I couldn’t front, Geraldine was sexy. Her small waistline and full breasts sat upright. I’m sure she had all the older niggas turning their heads and some young ones too.
“OOHHHHHHHH, LLLLAAAWWDDDDDDD!” Tejah said, acting like she was going to fall on the ground. She put her hands on hips then dropped down, popping her butt out.
“That’s my girl! Do that shit, Tejah,” Geraldine said, hugging her.
“Where is my hug?” Latavia spat.
“Are you and Kenjay back together yet?”
“Yup!” Latavia answered.
“Well, come over here and hug me! Don’t hug me too tight, now! You might like it,” Geraldine said then winked.
“Did you just flirt with me?” Latavia asked then laughed.
“Honey, Geraldine likes the one eye that winks and not the one eye that stinks. I don’t do pussy,” she said.
“UMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHH! Boy, you are a beautiful nigga. The way that suit fits your body—those thick muscular arms and that tall body! Damn, you are a fine-ass nigga! You got that thumb-sucking dick, don’t you?” Geraldine said to me.
“So, you just gonna leave me like that? See, I knew you wasn’t loyal!” Kenjay said to Geraldine, laughing.
“Shut your pretty ass up, Kenjay!” Geraldine said.
“Shine is all mine,” Tejah said.
“Only one cent a day can help save some lives. Help the needy out,” Geraldine said.
“Isn’t this extravagant,” I heard a voice say from behind me. It was none other than my mother. O’Shea just had to invite her. I knew Britain didn’t.
“Hey, Ma,” I said dryly.
“I can’t wait until I decorate your reception after you marry a sophisticated woman. It’s going to be all over the magazines, the talk of the decade,” she boasted.
“Well, Tejah don’t you look ghetto-fabulous! You go girl!” My mother snapped her fingers trying to sound hip.
“Kenjay, you look handsome!” my mother said.
“So do you. Um, Latavia, I’m ready to go holla at my niggas. I’ll be right back. Behave,” Kenjay whispered to Latavia then walked off.
My mother tried fixing my shirt. I moved her hands out of the way.
“So, where is your date? Oh, I forgot he’s here with me,” Tejah spat, smirking.
“Well, honey, I’m sure he goes where the chickens are. You know they are always down for a lay,” my mother said.
“Yes, they are. But I’m sure he can use one of my eggs. You know, make you a grandmommy. I’m sure you would like that,” Tejah said. My mother grabbed her chest then eyed Geraldine.
“You look familiar. You used to have a little ponytail the size of a meatball, right? It was the cutest little thing! I used to see you and just want to squeeze it.” Tejah almost choked on her drink.
“Not today, Satan! Not today, Satan! Lawd, I need you!” Geraldine said as Tejah fanned her, trying to calm her down. Geraldine started bopping up and down, throwing jabs like she was in a boxing ring.
“What’s the matter, Ma? What happened?” Britain asked her.
“Wow, Britain, that dress is beautiful! Who is it by, Vera Wang?” my mother asked.
“No, it’s by Tejah. As a matter of fact, all my friends are wearing her designs tonight. Miss Young Tejah is about to take the fashion world over. Maybe she can make something suitable for your shape,” Britain said, smiling. My mother brought that on herself. I could no longer defend her.
“Oh, wow, Tejah. I didn’t know you had talent. I just thought the only talent you had was trying to trap a baller,” my mother said.
“Tejah has a lot of talent. And that’s why there are so many people here. See, our outfits are going to be in Urban Life Magazine. Tejah is going to be on the front cover. We are all going to make sure of that. So Tejah is straight on her end. Let’s celebrate this special occasion peacefully. Be sure to smile if you can. The cameras are always flashing. Come on, Tejah, let’s go mingle,” Britain spat before she pulled Tejah away.
“UMPH!” Geraldine said to my mother, walking off.
“Oh, I was joking with your friends, lighten up,” she said to me.
“I will be expecting an apology from you later. Let’s not forget there’s a small-ass ratchet ponytail under that wig,” I said, walking off.
“Nigga, marriage made you look old already!” Rico said to O’Shea.
“Whatever, nigga!” O’Shea waved him off.
“Is that the nigga Lyle?” Kenjay asked with murder in his eyes.
“Yeah, I think so. How the fuck did this nigga get in here?” O’Shea asked loudly.
“It looks like he came here for Tejah,” Corey sa
id.
“I’m chilling. Tejah already knows what’s good for her. Watch how she looks around to see if I’m close by,” I said. We watched Lyle as he tried to put his game down on Tejah. Tejah snatched away from him then started looking around.
“You must have her ass scared!” Rico said.
“No, I don’t. It’s about the control I have over that pussy! She might even text me before I even ask her about it to assure me it’s not what I think it is,” I said.
Lyle grabbed her hand again and Tejah pushed him then stormed away. She went into the corner far from the crowd, pulling her cellphone from her clutch.
“Bingo,” I said.
“Whatever, nigga! She’s about to store that nigga’s number in her phone,” Sameer said.
My phone vibrated. I went into my pocket for my cellphone. Just like clockwork there was a text from Tejah.