“Things will get better. How is Elsie doing?”
“She’s good. She and Elijah are of course living together and her beauty bar is doing so well. She’s having a spa party tonight.” Harlow looked up at me and smiled. “You should come with me? I know she misses you.” I looked at her and shook my head.
“And run into Tegan? No I’m good.” Harlow sighed and pursed her lips together.
“I mean, you’re going to have to see her again. I won’t let y’all fight, shit; I’ll fight y’all asses before I let that happen. She doesn’t own Elsie. You were her friend, too, plus Elsie is always holding Aaleyah when Hayden comes around so she can’t be that mad at you,” Harlow replied. I nodded but wasn’t too happy to hear that Hayden was letting Elsie hold my daughter. Elsie wouldn’t even take my calls but she was holding my child? No, I didn’t like that shit at all.
“I wanna believe that we can get past that but I just don’t know. She’s always been closer to Tegan than me so I might be wasting my time Lee.” Harlow waved her hand in the air smiling.
“Were sisters, she’ll get over whatever it is that she’s feeling. I know you and Tegan can never go back to how you were before, but that doesn’t mean that Elsie is a lost cause. Just come, I promise you will have fun,” she said nodding. I smiled but wasn’t too sure. If Tegan was going to be there then I was going to be doing everything but having fun.
Hours later, I stood next to Harlow nursing a ginger ale, while we looked around Elsie’s packed beauty bar. Harlow sipped on her white wine smiling. She was looking good as ever in a pair of tight, stonewashed jeans with an off the shoulder, soft pink chiffon top. Her baby weight had practically fallen off her, but she had managed to keep her hips and butt. I eyed her drink with a frown. I wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be drinking while in recovery. Although she was addicted to prescription pills, I think she was supposed to refrain from drinking alcohol as well.
“Lee, are you supposed to be drinking?” I asked her cocking my head to the side. Harlow licked her lips and smiled.
“I’m not but damn, I really need this drink and I wasn’t addicted to alcohol so I’m good. Some white wine won’t have me copping pills on Seven Mile, so please done worry,” she replied.
“I’m not worried I just wanna make sure you’re still on track, Lee,” I said having to let her know that I only had her best interest at heart. Harlow opened her mouth to respond but didn’t say anything. I frowned at her as her eyes looked past me.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me! Really Lee?” Tegan’s ignorant ass voice asked. I closed my eyes to brace myself. I guess this really was a long time coming. I had never fully owned up to anything, and despite the fact that Hayden came on to me I could have turned him down. Harlow finished off her wine then looked from me to Tegan.
“Just relax Inga,” she whispered. Tegan stepped in front of us with Elsie by her side. Elsie looked at me and I couldn’t tell if she was happy or angry to see me. Tegan on the other hand looked like she was ready to tear my damn head off. Tegan and Elsie were both dressed beautiful for the event. Elsie wore a form fitting bandage dress, while Tegan wore skinny jeans that hugged her curves, with a black and crème peplum top. I felt extra plain in my work clothes. I hadn’t had time to go home and change. Tegan gave me a once over chuckling.
“So he wanted your frail ass. Bitch, please go eat a fucking burger or some shit. You really have fell the fuck off,” she said smiling. Elsie laughed while Harlow shook her head.
“Hey, let’s be adults about this. I love both of y’all and I know that things will never be the same, but we’re all grown women so we should all be able to be in a room together without some mess going on,” Harlow said to Tegan. Tegan looked at Harlow like she had slapped her.
“Oh Lee, so you’re on her side, huh? That’s that fake shit. I can’t believe you condone the things she has done. She’s married to Hayden! My ex-husband. The man that I have been in love with for most of my damn life. That bitch needs her ass whooped, fuck being cordial!” Tegan yelled taking a step towards me.
“Tegan just calm down,” Elsie said glancing around at her guests. I looked Tegan in the eyes.
“Look, what I did was wrong at the time. I don’t however regret having my daughter or marrying Hayden. I love him and I’m sorry that it had to be him shit, I am so sorry Tegan, but it’s done. We can’t change the past though. I never set out to be with him. He found me and came on to me. So what you need to do is stop harassing us.” Tegan giggled shrugging her shoulders.
“Or what? What the fuck you gone do Olive Oyl?” she asked and laughed again. I tried I really did. I ignored the smart remarks and name-calling, but some people just didn’t know when to quit, and Tegan was one of them. The more she laughed the more I hated her. I tossed my drink into her face and slapped her as hard as I could across her cheek.
“You bitch!” Tegan screamed. She punched me in the face and then I felt something sharp cut my neck, but before I could hit her again Elsie and Harlow was pulling us apart.
“Oh my God! This is just crazy,” Elsie said holding Tegan back. Her guests were now staring at us with shocked faces. Elsie looked at me and her skin turned beet red. “Bitch, don’t come back here. You caused this! We will never be your friend again. You’re a scandalous ass bitch and we don’t wanna be associated with you!” she yelled losing her cool. I shook my head as Harlow held onto me tightly. It was a sickening feeling to have a girl that you considered a friend talk to you in such a hateful way. I also felt like she was in no position to judge me.
“Like you’re any better. You married your man’s best friend bitch, don’t judge me!” I yelled not caring at the moment who was listening. I was beyond hurt at how Elise was treating me.
“Shit let’s go, this is getting out of hand,” Harlow said pulling me away. A shoe flew past my head and I turned to see Tegan being pulled into the back of the beauty bar by some guy. Harlow walked faster as she headed for the door. We walked out of the beauty bar and she turned to me. Her jaw dropped as she looked at me.
“We need to go to the hospital now!” she yelled and pulled me towards her car. We got into her Mercedes and she sped off. She handed me a scarf. “I’m so sorry that happened. I mean, I guess I should have known it was going to come to that but for her to cut you, I mean damn,” she said shaking her head. I pulled the visor down to look at myself in the mirror. What I saw left me speechless. My shirt was covered in blood. Tegan had cut me across my neck so deep that you could see the white meat. The sight nauseated me and I ended up vomiting all over Harlow’s back seat. She rubbed my back while cursing.
“This is some bullshit. Damn!” she expressed but never stopped rubbing my back. I wiped my mouth and pressed her scarf to my neck tightly. What was crazy was that I didn’t even know I was cut. Her ass was trying to fucking kill me. I pulled out my phone and called Hayden.
“Hey, what’s up baby?” he answered.
“Hayden, I need for you to meet me at the hospital, we’re going to the one off of the boulevard,” I replied.
“Wait, what? What the fuck happened at the spa party?” he barked into the phone.
“Tegan and I got into a fight and she cut me across my neck. I think I’ma need some stitches,” I replied, still in shock at the fact that she had actually fucking cut me.
“She what! That bitch, man…okay. I’ll meet you there,” he said and ended the call.
“This is crazy. At first I hated you too, Inga. I mean you broke the fucking girl code, but as time went on I started to miss your ass like crazy. I heard your story and even though it was all types of fucked up, I believed you when you said that you were sorry it happened. I mean once is a mistake twice is an affair. Still though, I gave you the benefit of the doubt because I love you like a sister. Tegan is now with Eric so I thought that you two would at least be able to be in the same room together. I swear I would have never invited you if I even thought some shit like this would happen,�
� she said in her most sincere voice. I nodded as she pulled up to the hospital. Hayden’s son with Tegan was only one. We had seventeen more fucking years of this and I didn’t feel like I could go another week with that bitch in my life.
Chapter Three
Hayden
I sat inside of my bedroom staring at Inga. It had been a week since she’d fought Tegan and I was still leery about leaving her alone. She had to have six stitches because of Tegan’s ass and we found out that she was also four weeks pregnant. Tegan had been dodging me all week, which was cool because I needed to take care of Inga anyway; but today, she was gone have to see me. Her and that bitch ass nigga she got staying in a fucking house I bought.
I laid down beside my baby and kissed her gently on the lips. When I decided to fuck with her I never thought about how all of this shit would affect her. Tegan had been her friend for a very long time. I hate that she had to lose them just to be with me, but I didn’t regret what I did. I loved Inga and she made me happy. Happier than Tegan ever did, and that’s real shit. Tegan was selfish as fuck and the minute I got with a woman that appreciated a good man, I knew that I was selling myself short by being with Tegan.
I started kissing Inga softly on her neck. I needed her to wake up to eat. She was losing way too much weight and I needed her healthy for me and our babies.
“Get up sexy, you gotta eat,” I whispered kissing her. I started rubbing on her nipple that was visible through her silk, soft pink nightgown. She moaned slowly opening her eyes. Her soft lips spread into a smile as she looked at me.
“Hayden,” she said in a low ass sexy voice. I eyed her stitches and felt like it was all my fault. I raised up her night gown to look at her body. Her stomach was still flat for the moment and her breasts were sitting up right. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I eyed her soft skin. I wanted her to feel good and forget about all of the bullshit we were going through.
My hands slowly slid across her stomach as I opened her legs. Her pussy was shaven and calling my name like a motherfucka. I kissed her stomach on the side where I knew she was ticklish then trailed my tongue down the center of her stomach. Inga squirmed as I moved in-between her legs. I kissed her lower lips gently then slowly stuck my tongue between them. She moaned, grabbing my head.
“Baby,” she let out in a whimper. My dick got so hard it became almost unbearable.
“Shhhh. Let me make my pussy cum real quick baby,” I said and dived right back in. My hands held apart Inga’s thighs, as I sucked on the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted like my life depended on it. I stuck two fingers inside of her and it didn’t take long for her to cum. Her legs shook as her sweet juices filled my mouth. I pulled her clit into my mouth and gave it a nice, hard suck before sitting up. I licked my lips as I looked down at her. She was so fucking beautiful.
“I love you baby. I’m so sorry for all of this bullshit that’s been happening. I promise I’ma make this shit right. You gotta promise me you gone stop fighting with Tegan and take better care of yourself. Okay?” I asked rubbing my dick against the lips of her pussy. Inga nodded slowly.
“I promise Hayden.” I searched her eyes making sure she was serious. I did not need her fighting while carrying my damn kid. I nodded and slowly slipped inside of her. Inga closed her eyes moaning. I got a good rhythm going making her scream out in pleasure.
“Damn Iggy…you just don’t know what this pussy do to me baby. I love it…you know that?” I asked deep stroking the hell out of her. Inga moaned loudly. Just looking at her face had me ready to bust early. Inga did it for me and I was not about to lose her for anything.
“Ah Hayden…damn,” she moaned and licked her lips. I leaned down and kissed her deeply. I could tell her that I loved her every second of the day, but if she didn’t feel it then it would fall on deaf ears. I needed to make sure that I was showing her just how much she meant to me. Did I not love Tegan anymore? No, but I was no longer in love with her. Inga had my heart, shit. She owned that shit, and I realized that for years Tegan and I was just co-existing because we were familiar with each other. We could have been in love but the time that she should have been investing in me, she was giving to Eric. Inga was a good ass fucking woman and I wasn’t going to lose her because of my ex. She had spoiled me with her good loving and her good pussy. I was addicted to her ass.
“This pussy is perfect baby,” I whispered, breaking the kiss and hitting her spot with that curve. Her muscles clenched down on me making me groan. I bit down hard on my lip trying to fight from coming. I needed her to get off one more time before I did. “Damn baby, stop that shit. You know I can’t cum until you do at least one more time. I want you to open those legs up and take it for daddy. Okay?” I asked her sitting back up. Inga slowly nodded looking at me. She pushed her legs back as far as they would go and I held onto them. I started sliding in and out of her at a rapid pace making her let out a light scream. Her mouth fell open as her legs started to shake. I was fucking her so hard that she couldn’t even speak. It was like being in her took me away from everything and I loved that. They way her tight, wetness hugged my dick had me gone. I squeezed her legs as I drilled even harder into her ass. She tried to close her legs and I shook my head. “Nah ma, you gotta take this dick. Don’t get brand new on a nigga. Take it baby,” I demanded pounding into her. Inga was so wet that you could hear it every time I slid in and out of her. I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head.
“Damn Hayden! Oh! I’m cumming! You making your pussy cum baby!” she yelled, and like a river her juices flowed onto me. I groaned.
“You cumming…for…daddy? Am I making that pussy cum?” I asked fucking her harder. Inga squeezed down on me harder as she clenched her eyes closed and I lost it. I closed my eyes and started cumming inside of her.
“Shiiitttt!” I said through gritted teeth. I stayed inside of her until I knew I was done cumming then I fell down onto Inga and we both breathed hard as we tried to catch our breath. I smiled lazily at her and kissed her on the lips. “I love the fuck out of you baby. You know that don’t you?” Wiping the sweat away from her forehead, Inga smiled.
“I love you too baby, now can you get up? I gotta pee?” she asked and laughed. I kissed her again and rolled onto my side of the bed. I watched her as she climbed out of the bed and went into the bathroom. I couldn’t believe that we were about to have another fucking kid. She didn’t even think she could have kids and here she was pregnant with my second child. It was just meant for us to be together and I wasn’t about to let anybody fuck that up. I grabbed my cell phone and checked my voicemails. I had a mailbox full of messages from Tegan. This was what she did. Every time I emptied out my inbox she filled it back up. I decided to call her and see if she would pick up. Surprisingly her ass did.
“What?” she barked into the phone. I sighed trying to play nice so that I could convince her ass to meet up with me. I wanted to wring her fucking neck but she was Hasan’s mother. That was the only thing that was saving her ass.
“Look, I need to talk to you,” I said as Inga walked out of the bathroom. Her long black hair was now pulled into a ponytail and she had some white shit on her face. She smiled at me and started looking through the drawers.
“About what? That skinny bitch Inga?” I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. This bitch was really fucking trying me.
“Be at your house now or I’ma come up to that law firm you intern at and act a fucking fool. You think I’m playing ‘T’?” I asked. Inga stopped looking through the drawer and looked at me. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was mad but what the fuck had I done?
“Yeah okay,” Tegan replied and ended the call. I sat my phone down and looked at Inga.
“What you looking at me like that for?” Inga slipped on a bra and underwear.
“No reason,” she replied dry as hell. This the shit that women did and I hated it. If you mad say that shit. A nigga don’t have time to guess what the fuck is wrong with you. I got
off of the bed and walked up on her.
“Damn baby, tell me what’s really going on? We just got some good fucking in. Did I not beat it up enough for you?” I asked grabbing her. Inga snatched away from me and slipped on some yoga pants and a tank top. She wasn’t skinny so I hated when Tegan called her that shit. She was just slim but she had titties and ass. She wasn’t no damn washboard just straight up and down. She had a body just like Teyanna Taylor’s, but I did want some more meat on her. I liked to have a lot of ass to grab on to.
“Hayden, I said I’m cool. Go wash your ass and go talk to your ‘T’,” she said and walked out of the room. I shook my head at her evil ass. Now I was wrong for calling Tegan ‘T’. She was looking for shit to get mad at a nigga about. I took a quick shower and threw on some black jeans, a black and red Polo shirt with my black and red Detroit fitted. I put on my black Fire5 jay’s, dabbed on some Spicebomb and grabbed my phones and keys before leaving out of my bedroom. I followed the sound of my mother’s sweet voice, and found her and Inga eating a big ass homemade breakfast at the table in the kitchen. I kissed my momma’s cheek and then kissed Inga. She shot me a look that had my momma looking at us with curious eyes. I loved my momma but her ass was too damn nosey sometimes.
“Baby, you going to one of your sports bars?” My momma asked as I stuffed some bacon in my mouth. I shook my head while staring at Inga. That white shit on her face was now cracking and she looked crazy as fuck with that shit on.
“Hey, let me talk to you real quick Iggy,” I said and walked off. I walked into the hallway while she took her time as she walked towards me. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into our downstairs bathroom. Our new place was nice. It was a six-bedroom, four-bathroom colonial style home in a nice subdivision outside of Detroit. It wasn’t nearly as big as the place I had gotten when I was with Tegan. Inga didn’t want a big ass house like that, not to say that this one was little; it was just smaller than that place.
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