“What’s wrong with you sis?” Otis asked, sticking his hand in the hash browns to taste them.
“Otis move now,” I said, popping him in the hand with the spatula.
“What I did sis?” he asked.
“Nothing. Where is Tisha?” I asked him.
“I put her ass to sleep. She not waking up no time soon, so please make sure you save her a plate unless you want to hear her mouth,” he said, going into the den with Ty.
Twenty minutes later, we were all sitting around the table eating breakfast. When we finished, my husband and O went into the basement, most likely to smoke. While we were cleaning the table, Tisha walked in with that “I just got my back blown out” look on her face.
“Good morning sistas,” she said.
“Good morning Tisha,” my girls said.
“Lani bitch, I know you heard me,” she said, sitting at one of the stools.
“Bitch I heard you. I heard your ass this morning too,” I joked.
“Oh my God, were we that loud?” she asked.
“Yes bitch you were,” Kyla chimed in.
“That’s exactly why your ass is pregnant now,” Tamika laughed.
“Yeah yeah, so where is my food?” Tisha asked.
“What food? Everything is done,” I lied.
“Lani please don’t play like that. Where is my food?” Tisha asked again, looking like she was about to start crying any minute now.
“Lani give it to her before her spoiled ass start crying,” Kyla said.
I took the food from out of the microwave and sat it in front of Tisha. She started smiling and dug right in.
“Lani could you fix me some orange juice?” she said.
“Bitch only because you’re pregnant, I’ma do it for you,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“I love you too,” she said.
After Tisha finished eating, we all just hung out in the den watching TV since Otis and Ty had already left.
Marshae
I was at home thinking of a way that I could get this bitch Tisha back. From the ass whopping that her and her friends gave me a few months ago, I wanted fuckin’ revenge. While they were jumping me, one of the girls kicked me in my damn nose and come to find out, my shit was broken. I ended up having to have surgery and I looked like a completely different person. Because of them I had to walk around with my nose big like this for the rest of my life. I didn’t know what I wanted to do to Tisha but I know for a fact that I wanted that bitch dead.
I personally don’t understand why I was so upset with her in the first place. I mean I did jump her first. And if the shoe was on the other foot and someone had jumped me, I would have rounded up my girls and sought revenge as well. But those hos didn’t fight fair. Those bitches had props and shit. When we jumped Tisha, we used our bare hands. Now that I think about it, the shit was so petty for me to do what I did to her because honestly Otis was never my man but I had always been in love with him. So to see the nigga that I love’s bitch in front of me, I guess you can say that I just spazzed out and wasn’t able to control myself or my emotions.
But shit, it was too late now to try and take it back. I was already planning on this bitch’s death. I wanted her dead and me and Otis would finally be able to live happily ever after, once and fuckin’ for all!
Chapter 19: Otis
It was a Thursday morning and Tisha and I were in the car on the way to the doctor to find out what we were having. I’d been praying for the past four months that we were having a baby boy. Tisha swore up and down that we will have a girl though. God knows that I want a junior but if it so happened that I did get a girl, I was going to be happy either way.
“Baby I’m so excited,” Tisha squealed as we waited in the waiting room to be called.
“I am too baby but try to relax,” I told her.
Ten minutes later, we were pulling up to the doctor’s office. Tisha signed in while I took a seat in the waiting room.
“Ms. Tisha Monroe,” the nurse came in the waiting room and called us. We walked hand and hand to our room. The nurse handed Tisha something to change into and told her that the doctor would be in shortly. When she left, Tisha slipped out of her clothing and went ahead and changed.
Five minutes later Dr. Morgan came in the room.
“Hello mommy and daddy,” she said, smiling.
“Hey Dr. Morgan,” Tisha and I said in unison.
“Are you guys ready to find out what you’re having today?” she asked.
“Yes, I can’t wait,” Tisha responded, smiling from ear to ear.
“Okay Ms. Monroe, just lay back and I’m going to put some gel on you. It’s going to be a little cold,” Dr. Morgan said.
After she put the gel on her stomach she told us to keep our eyes on the screen. I didn’t know exactly what we were looking at.
“Well, it looks like you have yourself a girl,” Dr. Morgan announced.
“Yesss,” Tisha yelled.
Nonetheless I was more than happy too. She was going to be a daddy’s girl. I now had a queen and a princess.
“Look at her hands covering her private area,” Dr. Morgan said.
Tisha and I smiled in amazement. Tisha started crying and I walked over to comfort her.
“I love you baby so much and this was the best gift that you could ever give me,” I told her, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“I love you too baby,” she said, smiling.
After the doctor left and Tisha changed back into her clothes, we were heading back to the car. I was going to drop Tisha off and then head out to the club to handle some business.
“Baby, what are you about to get into?” Tisha asked me from the passenger seat.
“I’m going to take you home and head to the club for a little bit,” I told her.
“I don’t want to go home, I’ll just go to the club with you,” she told me.
“Naw, I’m taking your ass home. Mothafuckas be in there smoking and shit. You pregnant Tisha and you don’t need to be around all that,” I told her.
I looked at her and I noticed that she had her bottom lip poked out. I could tell from the look on her face that she was thinking of some shit that she could say that would possibly make me change my mind but I already knew that that shit wasn’t going to happen.
“I’ll just wait in your office. I don’t want to sit at home by myself. We just received good news about our baby and now I have to go home and sit in the house by myself,” she said. I thought about it for a while and I figured I guess it wouldn’t be a problem if I allowed her to sit in my office and wait for me until I finished doing what I had to do and then we could go out to eat afterwards.
“Alright but when we get there, your ass going straight to the office!” I said, dead ass serious.
“Thank you baby.” She smiled, kissing my cheek.
Ten minutes later, we were pulling up to my club and I parked my car in the back. Once we got out, I held Tisha by the hand and we entered the club from the back. That way she didn’t have to run into anyone or anything. We took the elevator up to the third floor and walked inside the office hand in hand. Tisha went around to my desk while I went inside the bathroom located in my office to take a quick piss. When I finished, I washed my hands and came back out, looking at Tisha whose eyes were glued to her phone.
“I’m going to take that damn phone,” I said, walking over and standing in front of her.
“Boy I’m grown. You ain’t gon’ take shit,” she said, looking up at me.
“Yeah okay, I’ll be right back. Stay your ass right in here and don’t let nobody inside my shit,” I told her.
“Okay daddy.” She smiled, grabbing me by the front of my shirt and kissing my lips.
After that, I headed downstairs just to make sure that everything was on point.
“Boss man, the new girl here that you were supposed to interview for the daytime bartender position,” my assistant Will said coming towards me.
“Shit man,
I completely forgot about that shit. Where is she?” I asked him.
“Downstairs waiting in the lobby,” he informed me.
“Okay, send her up to the conference room for me,” I let him know.
“Alright I’m on it,” he replied.
After walking the club and making sure everything was in place, I made my way inside the conference room and there was a young lady who looked to be no older than 24 sitting at the table with her folder in her lap. I got a better look at her and she was a honey brown complexion, and her shoulder-length hair was styled in a part down the middle wrap. She was sporting a black, high-waisted skirt with a white dressy collared shirt tucked in. On her feet were a pair of black pumps from Steve Madden. She was a cute girl.
“Hello Mr. Jones. I’m Davina Holmes. It’s nice meeting you.” She stood up and shook my hand.
“Nice meeting you too. Let’s get down to business. Excuse my attire. It literally slipped my mind that I had an interview to do today. I’ve been so busy this week that I totally forgot,” I said, referring to the Nike gym shorts and Nike shirt that I was sporting.
“No problem,” she said, opening up her folder so we could get down to business.
Thirty minutes later we were wrapping things up. She seemed very professional and I liked her drive and everything else that she had to offer. From what she told me, she had already been a bartender before when she was living in Atlanta, Georgia, so that was a plus that she had experience.
“Okay, Ms. Holmes. You got the job. Just give your sizes to my assistant and we’ll get you started next week,” I informed her.
“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you. I promise I won’t let you down,” she let me know.
I gave her a kind smile and we headed out the door. “Take care. You start Monday at 12 p.m.,” I told her.
“Okay Mr. Jackson,” she responded.
Now that that was over, I headed back upstairs to sign over some paperwork that I had sitting around since last week. Ty’s ass was supposed to sign this shit but I guess he had forgotten too. When I walked in the room, Tisha was sitting at my desk with the phone glued to her ear. I’d bet my bottom dollar, she was on the phone with Ka’lani.
“Hold on Lani,” I heard her say. “Well it’s about time. I thought your ass had forgot about me in here,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Your ass the one that wanted to come. I told you I had business to take care of,” I said, pulling her by her arm so she could get out of my chair. She sucked her teeth and went around to the front of my desk and sat in the chair facing in front of me. She wrapped up her conversation with Lani and watched me as I signed over some paperwork.
“What did you have to do down there?” she asked me.
“I had an interview that I had to do that I had completely forgot about,” I said, never looking up from the paper.
“For what position?” she asked me.
“Bartender,” I told her.
“A male or female?” she asked me.
I dropped the pen and looked directly in her face to see if she was serious or not. I saw no sign of a smile or anything so I figured that she was dead ass serious. “Tisha, why the fuck do it matter? But it’s a female,” I said.
“Hmm,” was all that she said.
“You on some bullshit right now, seriously,” I told her, getting annoyed.
“That’s you getting mad over nothing. All I did was ask your ass a question. You didn’t have to snap on me like that,” she fussed. I ignored her ass and finished doing what it was that I came here to do in the first place.
“Are you almost done Otis? I’m hungry” Tisha said, walking over to me and trying to sit in my lap.
“Move Tisha. Your ass annoying as fuck,” I said, dead ass serious.
She laughed at what I said because she knew she was annoying. Shit, I told her ass that all the damn time. Since I wouldn’t let her sit on my lap, she dropped to her knees in front of me and was trying to pull my dick out. With this whole pregnancy, I was used to Tisha’s ass being extremely horny. Her ass would wake me up in the middle of the night just for some dick and I would give her what she wanted because she wasn’t going to leave me alone until I did. But this time was different; she was on her knees in front of me. Since Tisha and I been together, she hadn’t gave me head once. I tried asking but she always came up with a reason not to.
“You gon’ suck it for daddy?” I asked, putting the pen down and giving her my undivided attention. She nodded her head yes and leaned forward and proceeded to place kisses on my dick. That shit was driving a nigga crazy. My shit was big and thick so I wanted to see if she would be able to swallow the whole thing. “Suck it baby,” I told her, placing my hands in her hair, massaging her scalp.
She spit on it and then opened her mouth wide and took all of me. “Fuck Tisha,” I grunted. That shit was feeling good as fuck and it took everything in me not to cry out like a little bitch.
“Mmmm baby, you taste so good,” she moaned into my dick. Looking into those hazel eyes was driving me insane. I placed both hands on the side of her face and forcefully pumped inside of her mouth. I watched as her eyes got watery but she didn’t stop to gag not one time.
“Fuckkkk I’m finna nut. You wanna swallow for daddy?” I asked, preparing myself for her to say no but surprisingly she said yes. So a good two pumps later I was shooting all down her throat and she swallowed it all for me.
“Mmmm baby,” she moaned, trying to catch her breath.
“You know you the real MVP, right?” I asked her.
She shook her head yes and I lifted her up, moved the papers from off of my desk and sat her down in front of me. I quickly took off her jeans and rammed my dick all the way inside of her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and closed her eyes, moaning my name.
“Naw Tisha, open your eyes. I want you to see the way daddy handling this pussy,” I said. She opened them for a quick second and then they were right back closed. I smirked because her ass always did that shit.
“Baby cum with me,” she moaned out load.
“Shit, go ahead,” I said as I reached my hand over and started massaging her clit as I continued to pump in and out of her pussy.
“Mmmm Otissss,” she screamed, cumming on my dick and I was right behind her.
“Shit boy!” she said, throwing her head back on the table.
“That’s why your ass wanted to come to the office? You wanted some dick, huh?” I asked, kissing her around her neck, while she still had her head back.
“I don’t have to come with you to the office to get some dick nigga. I can get dick from you whenever I want it,” she said.
“You right. Come on. Fuckin’ around with your ass, I didn’t even get this paperwork done,” I said, pulling her up from the table.
She sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my lips. “I love you so much baby,” she cooed.
“I love you more. Come on let’s go so we can go get something to eat,” I said, picking her up from the desk.
Tisha
After Otis and I got back home from picking up lunch, we came in the house and ate and after that I went and took a shower. When I got out, I threw on a pair of PINK boy shorts and a red PINK tank top, and brushed my hair into a bun. When I came back inside the room, I noticed that Otis had changed his clothes.
“Baby, where you going?” I asked him, watching his every move.
“I’m about to go handle something and I’ll be back. You need to take your ass to sleep. You done did enough activities for today” he said, referring to our sex scene that we had earlier in his office.
“Okay baby,” I said, looking sad because I didn’t want him to leave me but I guess I would just take me a nap until then.
“Don’t look like that baby. I’ll be back before you wake up,” he assured me. I nodded my head okay and reached out my arms for him to hug me. After he came over to me, I kissed his lips and finally let him go.
“I love you too. Go to sleep Tisha,” he said, walking out the door and closing it behind him. When I heard the alarm set and when he left, that’s when I turned over and I was out after that. I didn’t know how tired I actually was until now.
I woke up from my nap a little bit after 9:30 p.m. to find Otis still wasn’t here. I wasn’t even mad at him because I didn’t expect him to be back before I woke up like he had promised. My stomach was growling but I didn’t even know what I wanted to eat. I had ate all of my food that we had earlier and for some reason I was in the mood for some pizza with extra cheese. It just came to me that I didn’t even call the girls to let them know what I was having, even though I was on the phone with Ka’lani earlier today when I was inside of Otis’ office. How did that slip my mind? I don’t know. I guess I was too busy telling her how Otis had me locked in his office and how bored I was being back there. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my phone from out of my purse. I dialed Lani’s number.
“Hey sis,” she answered when she picked up the phone.
“What’s up Lani? What are you doing?” I asked, hearing a lot of noise in the background.
“We still at the shop. Tamika on her last head now and then we going to head out,” she told me.
“Okay well since y’all leaving soon, just come over to Otis’ house because I’m over here lonely and bored. Pick up a box of pizza from Pizza Hut too because I’m starving,” I exaggerated.
“Bitch your ass always talking about you hungry. What type of pizza you want?” she asked, laughing.
“I am hungry and cheese pizza, extra cheese,” I told her.
“Okay, we’ll be there in about 45 minutes to an hour,” she informed me.
“Okay, hurry up”, I told her.
“Girl, wait, we got to leave the damn salon first,” she explained.
“Okay, love you,” I said.
“Alright, she curling her hair now and I love you too,” she said then hung up.
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