I grabbed a washcloth out of the linen closet and wet it with some warm water. I wrung the water out and slowly wiped that shit off my baby’s face. She watched me with worried eyes. I’m not sure if it was the new baby or Tegan and her bullshit, but Inga had been looking stressed the fuck out lately. I set the washcloth down once I could see her beautiful face again. I cupped her cheeks in between my hands and looked into her eyes.
“I love you baby…no, I am in love with you Inga. This is where I wanna be baby and I don’t want you to ever doubt that. This is home, this is where I belong,” I said looking down at her. Inga nodded with watery eyes. I kissed her soft, plush lips firmly, trying to take away any doubt that she had about our love out of her mind. I wasn’t going any fucking where and as long as I could help it, she wasn’t either.
****
“Man, this is that bullshit for real,” Romelo grumbled as we sat inside of Tegan’s house that I used to share with her. Her ass was very much on that bullshit. Eric’s things was all over the damn place. Pictures of them sat on her fireplace and everything. I just sat back waiting on her fucking ass to appear. Her locks was still the same so I used my key to get in. I would never tell Inga, but I had keys to this place and I wasn’t giving them up. I needed to be able to come get my son just in case Tegan’s ass gets on that bullshit. I should have been come over here because her ass had gotten way too comfortable. Got a nigga living with her in my shit that tried to get me locked up, and that aided in her having Hasan prematurely. She and my son could have died when she fell down the stairs. She is so fucking un-loyal and she wonders why I left her ass.
“So how you wanna do this shit? You know that nigga can’t keep walking around when we know his ass is trying to build a case against us?” Romelo said. I looked at him tired of him asking me the same fucking thing. I knew the nigga needed to be handled and it wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he would. I stepped down from a lot of the illegal shit I was doing but I’m addicted to the money, so I do supply a few niggas I know with some shit; but that was the most I would do. I now run my sports bars full time. Romelo was still knee deep into illegal shit and going at it with the twins, because he wasn’t copping from them he was copping from me. I knew eventually I was going to have to meet up with them niggas and I could only imagine how that shit was going to go; but those niggas didn’t scare me, so it was what it was.
“We’ll get his as…” I stopped talking as Tegan walked into the family room in a knee-length black skirt that hugged her thick hips tightly. She wore a purple top that was tucked into her skirt and it showed off her plump breasts. I shook my head wishing her ass wasn’t so damn sexy. Tegan was the complete opposite of Inga when it came to damn near everything. Whereas Tegan was this beautiful dark complexion, Inga had a nice light brown skin tone. Tegan had always had some sick ass curves while Inga had more of a slim body with nice assets. Tegan looked at me and Romelo and frowned. Her hair had grown so long that the shit was damn near to her waist. It was parted down the middle and pulled behind her ears. I looked at her, searching for the woman I had fell in love with years ago, but she had been long gone. What stood before me was a damn stranger.
“Hey Romelo. So you know he got niggas sitting outside of my damn house right?” she asked looking at my brother. Romelo nodded and pulled his cell phone out.
“What up ‘T’? Aye, I gotta take this call,” he said and got up. He quickly walked away to answer his non-ringing ass phone. I smiled at the ignorant nigga.
“So I see you moved that nigga up in my shit. You know he gotta go right?” I asked sitting up.
“No the fuck he don’t. I was given this house in the divorce settlement so this is now my shit,” she said and smirked. Her nonchalant attitude was pissing me off.
“I don’t give a damn! I gave it to you and my son! Not you and that bitch ass ready to snitch ass nigga. You really fucking that nigga in my fucking bed knowing he was trying to put me away?” I asked. Tegan nodded with a smile and I jumped up. I walked up on her and grabbed her by her neck. This bitch was pushing me to the limit. Not only had she cut Inga, but now she was back with Eric. I was telling myself daily who she was, just so her ass didn’t come up missing because I was itching to get her.
“You are so fucking ungrateful! I’m tired of dealing with your shit ‘T’ if you don’t make that nigga leave today, I’ma be back and I’m coming in this bitch and throwing his shit out,” I said squeezing down on her neck. Tegan tried to reply and I squeezed her shit harder. To know that she was back with the nigga she played me for made me heated. This was the sole reason why I would never be with her ass again.
“Hayden man, calm down,” Romelo said grabbing my arm. Reluctantly I loosened my grip on Tegan and her ass slapped the shit out of me.
“I swear I fucking hate you Hayden! Look at what you did to us! You fucked my best friend, married her and had a child with her and I’m the bad guy? I swear I hope you and that bitch get killed in a fucking car accident! I hope she gives your ass Aids! I hope she fucks Harper! I hope that bitch gets hit crossing the street! I hope that bitch die of starvation! I hope that bitch catch Ebola! I…I hope she plays your ass just how you played me,” Tegan said and started crying hysterically. Romelo and I just looked at her ass. She was saying some outright crazy shit. She definitely done lost her fucking mind. I snatched my arm out of my brother’s grip and ran my hands over my face. This shit was just too fucking much. Damn!
“Romelo, you can go get in the car, I will be out in a minute,” I said walking over to Tegan. She was now on the ground shaking. I picked her up and carried her to what used to be our bedroom. Eric’s shit was all over the fucking place. I could even smell some funky ass cologne in the air. I wished his ass would have been here when we pulled up. I sat Tegan on the bed that looked foreign to me at this point, and she looked up at me. Her mascara was smeared and her eyes were bloodshot red from crying. I wanted to console her but I just couldn’t find it in me to do it. It was too much hurt and pain between us and now she was with the nigga that she cheated on me with for years, and fucking him in a bed that I bought. Tegan was disloyal and in my heart I knew I had made the right choice by leaving her. I might have gone about it the wrong way, but I did the right thing with the right woman.
“Look, I love you for having Hasan. I would give my life for him but this bullshit I can’t do. You can’t be fighting my pregnant wife and cutting her and shit.”
“Pregnant!” Tegan yelled jumping up. She walked up on me and tried to hit me. I grabbed both of her hands and twisted them behind her back.
“Tegan, I’m tired of doing this shit with you. You harassing us is not going to change what we’re doing. As you can see we are still very happy together. If you wanna be mad at somebody be mad at your damn self ‘T’. You didn’t want a nigga when you had him so don’t fight for me now. It’s too late, I’m not going to leave Inga. I’m in love with her,” I said and Tegan broke down in my arms. I walked her over to the bed and she collapsed onto it. I put a blanket over her and looked at her.
“I shouldn’t have done what I did with Inga. Yes that was some slick shit because I wanted to hurt you as bad as you was hurting me. I never cheated on you the entire time we were together, until I got with Inga that night. By then we were done Tegan, we just didn’t wanna accept it. I gotta keep it real with you because that’s just what I am. If you don’t get that bitch ass nigga out of my fucking house by twelve tonight, I’m coming to get Hasan and then once I know he’s good, I’m putting both of y’all asses out. So you decide if you wanna stay here and keep living good or if you wanna lose your son and your home all at once. Make the right decision Tegan,” I said and walked off.
“Fuck you Hayden! You are so full of shit!” she yelled as I exited the bedroom. I may have been full of shit but I also wasn’t a doormat. I was not about to allow her to live with that bitch ass nigga in some shit I bought. Fuck that, I would burn this bitch to the ground first before I allowed that
to fucking happen. She could try me if she wanted to and she would really see a side to me that she hadn’t seen before.
Chapter Four
Harlow
“Damn mami,” Marcos grunted as he slid in and out of me. I groaned biting down onto the pillow. I didn’t wanna give his ass the satisfaction of hearing me moan but damn, he was making that shit hard. Marcos slapped my ass hard and started digging into me so deep that my legs started to shake.
“Oh shit!” I yelled throwing it back at him. Marcos slid his hand down to my clitoris and rubbed it.
“That’s it Lee, come for papi! I know I fucked up but let me make it right mami, I can’t lose you,” he expressed, rubbing my clitoris in a circular motion. I closed my eyes as a few tears escaped. The dick was just that good. I moaned as pleasure exploded in my body. Marcos groaned, speeding up the pace. He started hitting me so hard my pussy started farting.
“Lee, when I say this pussy is mine I’m not playing mami. Tell papi who it belongs to!” he demanded, spreading my ass cheeks farther apart. I couldn’t think straight as he fucked me. The side of my face pressed against the pillow as he drilled into me.
“It’s yours papi!” I yelled hoping he would let up. He didn’t. He would massage my ass then smack it extremely hard. In and out he moved in me until I could feel myself cumming again. I whimpered from the pleasure he was giving me. He was putting a hurting on my shit.
“Aww papi…oh shit, you making this pussy cum again,” I moaned. Marcos grunted and turned slightly to the side. His dick hit my spot and it was like fireworks exploded before my eyes. I blacked out literally. I awoke to Marcos lying next to me smiling. My beautiful Moroccan man that couldn’t keep his fucking dick in his pants. I always knew he was the bad twin.
“Marcos what the fuck did you to me?” I asked looking at him. Marcos’ hair was now cut in a curly fade that was lined to perfection. His facial hair was lined up as well, along with his small beard. His light skin was flushed as he wiped sweat off of his forehead.
“Mami, I hit you with that Le Petit Mort,” he said smiling. I laid back sighing. My body felt so damn relaxed. “That kiss of death mami. I had to show you who that pussy belongs to. I need you to forgive me,” he said rubbing my cheek. I shrugged him off turning onto my side. A year ago while I was pregnant with his twin sons, I caught him cheating on me with a stripper that works for him. What was sad was that this was the second time his ass had been caught up. His brother, my other husband was in jail and I damn near overdosed on pills from the stress of it all, but his brother was released just in time to literally save my damn life. I almost did crack. A fucking low I hope to never have to revisit ever again. To this day I am ashamed of the way I snorted those pills, and pregnant at that, but my sons turned out healthy by the grace of God.
“I said I’m sorry Lee. I fucked up but that was a fucking year ago mami. We have sons to raise. Please let me come home baby,” he said hugging me from the back. I wanted to say “yes” but I just couldn’t. Shit, I shouldn’t even be fucking him but the fact was as much as I loved his twin Marcio, he just couldn’t fuck me like Marcos did. Marcos was supposedly living in a penthouse downtown but who knows. That nigga wouldn’t know how to tell the truth even if his ass was being paid to do the shit. He was probably living with that bitch he cheated on me with. Plenty of people told me about him hanging out with her at his strip clubs. He was too stupid to even keep her behind closed doors, or he just didn’t give a fuck anymore, which is the reason why we were not together. I couldn’t trust him.
“I’m not ready Marcos. I don’t trust you. You cheated the first time shame on you, the second time got me feeling like I aided in the shit because I allowed you to come back to me only for you to do it again. I need more time,” I said looking around my bedroom. My sons had toys all over the damn place. They were way past spoiled; I didn’t know how to say what they were other than they were born with a silver spoon in their mouths.
“Lee come on,” he pleaded snaking his arm around my waist. His fingers found my clitoris and he started to slowly rub it. “I need to be back with my family Lee. I need y’all baby. I can’t spend another night alone,” he said in between kissing on my neck. I closed my eyes as my bedroom door flung open.
“Papa!” Myles yelled running into the room with his curly locks all over his head. Marcos quickly covered us up.
“Myles! Didn’t papa tell you to knock?” he asked smiling at him. Myles laughed with his chubby light cheeks, as Markell ran in after him. Myles and Markell were like night and day. Myles was always laughing and loved to play with trucks, as Markell just loved to lay up under me. I was still pumping and on the verge of quitting. Every time I tried to stop, Marcio bitched about it. Both of my boys had curly hair, but we kept it cut so it never grew past their shoulders. I hated when people called them girls. I swear people could be so damn dumb. Why would I dress my daughter like a boy? My sons inherited my hair color so their hair was a dark, sandy blonde and they had fair skin that was in desperate need of a tan. They were tall for them to be almost a year old. Marcio followed them into the room and looked at me and Marcos. He smirked shaking his head.
“Come on boys, let’s go wash up so we can go,” he said picking both of them up. Marcio had been home from prison now for a year, and was back running his casinos and trying to make me happy. Truthfully, now that my company wasn’t in business I felt incredibly empty, but every time I tried to talk to the twins about it, they dismissed it and said that the feeling would pass but it hadn’t.
Marcio was looking sexy as hell in a white t-shirt with grey lounge pants. His tall, toned body had thickened up over the last year and he now wore his hair cut in a barely there taper that gave him this edgier look but it fitted him. He winked at me before walking the kids out of the bedroom. He closed the door and Marcos looked at me. He had new tattoos on his neck and no matter how much I hated him for cheating on me again I could not deny the attraction I felt when I was with him. Physically, he did it for me; it was just the love part he was shitty at.
“Mami, come here,” he demanded pulling me over to him. I looked into his eyes and sighed. I was no longer snorting pills but my life was still in shambles. I hadn’t spoken with my father in over a year, because my secret that I was married to twins hit the news and ruined his chances of being elected as senator. He refuses to take my calls. I still have hope that one day he will come around; at least I hope he does.
“I love you Lee. Please can you give me a chance to make it right? You know I can’t lose you,” he said looking me in the eyes. I wanted to be moved by his words but this was shit that I had heard all before. The first time I heard it, it sounded damn good, but this was like the hundredth time and I couldn’t help but feel like he was trying to sell my ass a dream and I wasn’t buying it.
“Marcos I love you but I feel like your ass don’t know how to be faithful. I need time and well, you can come home but you won’t be sleeping in this bed. If you can’t accept that then I don’t know what to tell you,” I said shrugging. Marcos looked at me through his hooded hazel eyes. He wasn’t used to hearing the word no.
“Okay Lee, but I’m not happy with that answer. You been really treating your man bad and I don’t appreciate that shit. Is it because that nigga is back in town?” he asked, starting to turn red in the face. I sat up and stretched out. I was so fucking tired of arguing with them about Jaycion. He was a childhood friend but my twins seemed to think it was more than that when it wasn’t. If Jaycion and I loved each other, we would have been gotten together.
“No, let’s talk about Ginger and her kid. Are you still seeing that bitch?” I asked looking at him. Marcos shook his head. His body was carved out to perfection. He was too damn fine and that was one of the reasons why he felt like he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to do.
“Look, that damn kid ain’t mine. I’ll get it tested when I get a chance,” he said climbing out of the bed. Whenever I called him on his shit, h
is yellow ass got the fuck on.
“Yeah I bet. You a damn lie and you know it then got the nerve to check me about Jaycion. I’m already raising your other daughter that you fucking had on me. If this is your kid you can kiss this fucking marriage goodbye Marcos!” I yelled ready to slap him. He had no clue as to the bullshit he was putting me through with his fucking games. Marcos stood before me as naked as the day he was born. His thick, heavy penis swung back and forth as he stretched. His eyes landed on me and he sighed.
“I’m good. I love you for taking care of my baby and I wouldn’t put another child on you. Please stop pushing me away,” he said and climbed onto the bed. I tried to kick his ass and he caught my leg chuckling. “Damn, you really don’t give a fuck about a nigga no more. Let me find out you trying to take your heart back from me,” he said pulling my legs apart. There was a time when I loved Marcos and Marcio both so much and felt like I couldn’t live without them. Things were different now and my sons’ love was all the love that I needed to survive. I loved my husbands but I wasn’t dependent on their love like I used to be. I knew that I would survive with or without them, and those new revelations had me questioning if I wanted to stay with them or leave and start a clean slate. The only problem was that I felt like they weren’t going to let me leave without a fight. I always had money, but they were indeed rich and connected to very dangerous people. I didn’t know what they would do if I tried to leave them. A part of me was scared to find out.
“Lee, you’re going to see just how much I still love you,” Marcos said kissing my thighs. I closed my eyes resting my head against my pillow. “I promise you, I’m done fucking up,” he whispered and his tongue found my center in one swift motion. I moaned as Marcos took me back to a little piece of Heaven.
****
“Harlow how have you been?” my counselor asked. I sat back in my seat smiling but really I was starting to feel a little anxiety again. I honestly wanted to take something to ease my nerves, but I knew that I didn’t need it; however, that didn’t stop me from wanting it.
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