“Come take a shower with me,” I said, hitting her on the ass.
I thought about all that I had been thinking lately about making her my girl and decided that tonight I wasn’t going to just fuck her like I always did. After we got out of the shower, I wanted to explore her body as if I was touching her for the first time. I pushed her down lightly onto the bed, then laid my body on top of hers. Kissing her, I made my way down to her nipples and gave them some tongue action before putting my head between her legs. I was gentle with her as my tongue caressed her insides, causing her to moan as she released her juices into my mouth. Her legs shook lightly as I kissed the inside of her thigh, brushed my lips against her now sensitive clit before positioning myself behind her. I entered her and softly played with her pussy. I continued thrusting slowly in and out of her as she cried out in pleasure. I whispered in her ear, asking her if she was okay, but she didn’t answer; she just ground her hips into me. I continued to make love to her until we came together. I didn’t pull out. I just left my dick inside of her and put my face in the crook of her neck. As I fell asleep, I hoped that she realized that she had just officially become my girl.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jakiyah
I was on my way to the Queens Center. I was starting my first case next week in the Bronx, so I needed to get a few uniforms at the mall. I really didn’t want to travel all the way to the Bronx, but if I wanted a full-time position, that was all they had to offer right now. Though I accepted the position, I had been having second thoughts. I thought that maybe I should start off with a four-hour case daily, just to get the feel of being back at work again, after being home for so long. I was now used to taking naps during the day. I just hoped that I would be able to stay awake and take care of someone for eight hours every day.
I stopped to get me a pretzel roll and a strawberry lemonade before going to purchase my uniforms. When I used to live here, I never left the mall without getting a pretzel roll and that lemonade. It would be a crime to leave the mall today without getting my fix. I also needed to get a new pair of sneakers to go with my uniform. The only pair that I owned—pink and gray Nikes—couldn’t be worn with my uniform. The agency had already told me that I was to wear either white or black footwear. Those pink and gray Nikes, which I’d brought with me to New York, just weren’t going to work.
After leaving the mall, I stopped at the grocery store. Qua was coming over after work, and I wanted to cook something so that we didn’t have to order out. Ordering out was becoming our norm, and it didn’t have to be, being that I could cook, so I had decided to bless him with a meal tonight. He was kind of upset with me for telling him that he couldn’t slap the fire out of Tamara’s ass the other night. When he told me not to get involved in the fight between Yessenia and Tamara, I hadn’t listened. I’d had to let him know that it wasn’t the same thing. He was a man, and I understood how upset he was, but a man shouldn’t be putting his hands on a female. But when it came to having my girl’s back, no one was going to stop me. Shit, he should have just been happy that Tamara had got that ass whupping that she deserved after doing that shit to him.
You would think that she wouldn’t have been trying to be messy after what she did, but just like I had been trying to tell them, those bitches weren’t wrapped too tight in the head. I’d been kind of tight with my mother when she called and asked me about the incident, as I hadn’t told her about it at all. I knew that Tamia must have said something, because my brother didn’t gossip about bitch shit. She’d called me like I did something wrong, when it wasn’t even my fight, so I was assuming that the little bitch hadn’t told her the whole story. I didn’t know what was happening with my relationship with my mother, but she was starting to treat me like a stepchild and that bitch like her daughter. The more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. Right then I decided the grocery store was going to have to wait. I drove to my mom’s house instead.
When I got to my mom’s house, she wasn’t even home, and I was pissed that I hadn’t called first. Ty and German were chilling in the living room with baby Andrea, who was sitting in her swing, sucking on her pacifier, and watching them play Call of Duty.
“Ty, where’s Mommy?” I asked his ass, being that he hadn’t acknowledged me, because he was playing that damn game.
“I don’t know. Pops had the baby, and she was giving him a hard time, so I took her,” he said, not even looking at me.
“This little girl is going to be the death of Daddy,” I said and laughed, picking her up.
“Well, hello to you too,” German said, trying to be funny.
“Don’t even try it. You and Ty’s ass were all up in that game, acting like I didn’t walk in. So don’t be all up in my ear now that you’ve lost the game,” I said.
“You’re the reason I lost the game, and I didn’t need to see you walk in. I smelled you before you even made it to the living room,” he smirked.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked, smelling myself.
“Nah, not like that. I only meant that I was distracted because I knew it was you before you even walked in the room,” he said, causing me to smile.
“Don’t even try it. You lost because my brother served that ass.” I laughed. I walked into the kitchen with baby Andrea, and German followed behind me like a lost puppy.
“So, what’s up with you and that dude?” he asked, causing me to give him the side eye.
“Why?” I answered his question with one of my own.
“A nigga can’t ask?”
“No, a nigga can’t ask, because a nigga lost that privilege when he was no longer my nigga.”
“That’s a lot of nigga in one sentence,” he noted and laughed, causing me to smile at his ass.
“German, why are you in here, stunting me? Take your ass back out there and get that ass whupped again,” I told him, laughing as I took out ajar of baby food and a baby spoon for Andrea.
“Nah, you’re a distraction, so I might as well chill in here with you and the shorty.”
“Look, I’m not in the business of tapping your girl’s ass, so take your ass and chill with Ty,” I told him. I sat down at the kitchen table and began feeding Andrea. German took the seat across from me.
“Nah, I’m good.”
German’s ass was trying to get me caught up, but it wasn’t happening. I didn’t care how sexy his ass was looking right now. But I couldn’t front; his ass had me nervous as hell. I dropped the spoon I was using to feed baby Andrea, so he got up and picked it up off the floor. He rinsed it off and touched my hand when he handed it back to me, causing me to feel something I shouldn’t have been feeling.
“Yeah, I still got it,” he said, smirking as he walked out of the kitchen, singing “My Beyoncé.” I just laughed at his stupid ass.
After I finished feeding baby Andrea, I gave her a bottle. I put her in the stroller in the living room, because her ass wasn’t trying to go to sleep, and I had to go. I signaled to Ty that I was leaving and Andrea was again his responsibility.
“You out?” Ty asked me.
“Yeah, I got shit to do, bighead,” I told him.
“Why you rushing off? Let me find out that nigga has you on a curfew,” German said, staring at me.
“Never that, boo. I’m about to get my grown woman on,” I joked. “Bighead, tell Mommy I came by to talk to her,” I said as I walked toward the front door, with German following me again.
“I know I’m on celebrity status with my fine ass, but I don’t need security,” I said, flirting with him.
“No doubt,” he said, then licked his lips as he got all up in my personal space.
“Ewww,” I joked, then laughed and pushed him away from me.
When I got to my car, I looked back at the front door. He was still standing there, and he watched me as I got in my car, still laughing at his ass. I guessed tonight was going to be takeout, after all. I wasn’t trying to go to the grocery store now and trying to cook. I had st
ayed at my mom’s house longer than I had expected to, so I would have to make it up to Qua another night. My phone alerted me that I had a text message. At the next light, I checked it. The text was from Qua.
I’m just getting off work, so I’m headed home to shower. I will see you in a few.
I just smiled at the message. I didn’t have a chance to respond, because the light had already changed. He didn’t usually work on Saturday, but he was picking up extra hours. That was why we had hung out at the bowling alley last night instead of tonight. I knew that once I started working, our time together was going to be limited, but he had told me not to sweat it and had assured me he was always going to make time for me.
When I got home, I went upstairs, stripped out of my clothes, and walked into the bathroom to shower. My mind drifted to German, but I shook that shit off quickly. He has my ass tripping, I thought as I got in the shower to handle my business for my night with my boo.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tamia
I opened the door for Tamara, even though I felt like leaving her ass out there, knocking. I was still pissed at her ass for the stunt she had pulled last night, which had caused me to hear German’s mouth about it all night. She was starting to be more trouble than help. I was really regretting having her here, and I was so ready for her to take her ass back down South. Sometimes, I wished that shit was different, but in her defense, I had to say that it wasn’t her fault that she was a little off—and so was I—because our mother had been diagnosed with mental illness. It had never stopped her from raising us to the best of her ability, as long as she took her medication. She was good for a long time, but as I got a little older, I noticed a change in her behavior, as well as my dad’s. I didn’t know then if it had to do with what was going on with her and my dad or if she had stopped taking the medication.
One night, Tamara and I were in our bedroom, watching cartoons, when they started arguing. We shut them out, because them arguing was the norm at our house. He was always doing something to upset her. My mom could be heard yelling about how he had said he wasn’t going to step out on her anymore and how she was sick and tired of him cheating on her. He tried to tell her that he wasn’t cheating on her, and that if he wanted to cheat, he would have left her when he found out that I wasn’t his child. I already knew that, but he was the only father I had known, so to me, he was my father.
I didn’t know if his throwing in her face that I wasn’t his child after he had acted like my father for seven years triggered something in her, but she started screaming even louder. He kept telling her to calm down. At one point I no longer heard my father’s voice, and I started to get worried. I told Tamara to stay in the room, and I ran out to see what was going on. Tears formed in my eyes as I saw my father on the floor, with so much blood. I panicked because my mother was just standing there, with a crazed look on her face. I ran to the next-door neighbors’ house to get help.
When all was said and done, my mother was taken into custody for attempted murder, but being that she had a mental disability, she was put in a mental institution, where she’d been for years. I ended up in foster care because when my father got out of the hospital, he took only his real daughter and moved down South, where his mother resided.
“Tamia, Tamia,” Tamara called out, bringing me back to the present moment. I wiped the tears from my face. “Are you okay?” she asked me, with a concerned look on her face.
No one knew what I dealt with on a daily basis. I had been through so much while I was growing up that I had made a vow that I would cause just as much hurt to those who hurt me. Tamara was calling my name again, so I had to snap out of it. I hated to show weakness. I put a fake smile on my face and told her that I was okay. She looked at me like she didn’t believe me, but I didn’t care, because she didn’t know half the things I had been through. She did know that I harbored some ill feelings toward her father. He was the only man I knew as Dad, so his leaving me behind really hurt me back then, and it still hurt. I knew it wasn’t her fault, and she did find me on social media when she turned sixteen, but I still felt some kind of way toward her because she had got to go with him and I hadn’t.
“Tamara, stop staring at me like I’m crazy. I said that I’m okay,” I told her.
“I’m not staring. I’m just making sure that you’re okay,” she responded, rolling her eyes.
“Anyway, I’m going to need for you to chill out with the bullshit, or I’m going to have to send you back down South,” I said to her, changing the subject, because she was starting to piss me off.
“Tamia, how many times do you want me to apologize? I told you it was harmless. She just took it the wrong way.”
“Tamara, you had your ass all up on him, asking him to show you how to bowl, but it was in a sexual manner, and you know it.”
She was looking at me with her hand on her chest, like I was making the shit up, when she knew that was exactly what she had done.
“I don’t remember it like that, but, anyway, when are you going to let me come stay with you? I’m tired of being alone in that hotel,” she whined, changing the subject, just as I had minutes ago.
“Tamara, you have to give me a few days, because German is tripping right now, and he’s really not feeling you after what happened last night,” I said, being honest with her.
“He shouldn’t be your favorite person right now, with the way he sat drinking and watching his ex like he was in a trance,” she blurted out, rolling her eyes.
I didn’t even know that anyone had been paying attention, but I had been, and it had been clear that he was jealous as he watched Jakiyah and Qua—the same way he had at the club when he first saw them together.
“Well, I guess you and German were on some stalking shit last night, because you were staring at Qua’s ass, drooling like he didn’t play you to the left for that same bitch,” I said to Tamara, but all she did was laugh, pissing me off.
I didn’t find shit funny about it, but it was whatever. It is time for her to take her crazy ass back to the hotel, before I forget we are sisters, I thought, then wondered if she had taken her medication today.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Qua
It was finally Friday and quitting time. I couldn’t clock out fast enough and get out of the office. I couldn’t wait to get home. I didn’t have to work tomorrow, so I would be spending the entire weekend with Jakiyah. We hadn’t had much time together, being that she was now working. I didn’t really see her during the week, but we spent as much time talking on the phone and texting as we could. I smiled at the thought of her, but that smile quickly turned into a frown when I saw that crazy ass Tamara standing near my truck. She had been calling my phone, leaving messages that she needed to talk to me, but I had ignored them all. I swear, she was lucky that I’d been taught never to put my hands on a female, since right now, all I wanted to do was connect my fist to her face. The nerve of her to show up at my job, like the shit was okay. Her lying ass was supposed to have left and gone home by now.
“Tamara, what the hell are you doing, showing up at my job? I didn’t take any of your calls, so that should have told you that I’m not fucking with you like that,” I snapped when I reached my truck.
“Qua, I’m sorry for showing up at your job, but like you said, you wouldn’t take my calls, and Jakiyah is always with you, except for when you’re at work. So I had no other choice but to show up here,” she replied.
“I have to say that you’re a bold bitch to want to be anywhere near me after what you did to me,” I said to her.
“I apologize for what I did. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. It’s not like we had never had sex before. I just wanted to make Jakiyah not want to be with you. That’s why I sent the video,” she sobbed. The fact that she had tried to justify what she did with that lame reason made me look at her like she was crazy.
“Tamara, you drugged me, forced me to have sex with you! I need for you to get it through your head that i
t was fucked up. Nothing you say will make me forgive you. I trusted you, and for you to do some foul shit like that, you’re lucky to still be breathing. If I were you, I would get the fuck away from me. Now!” I yelled.
“Qua, please wait and just talk to me,” she cried, grabbing my arm to prevent me from getting in my truck. “Qua, listen, I know what I did was wrong, but I need you right now. You see, my sister is threatening to send me back home, but I can’t go home. I need to be here so that my baby can be near his or her father.”
“Tamara, what does any of that have to do with me? I’m not going to ask you again to get the fuck on before I lose it on your ass,” I snarled, pushing her away from my truck.
“Qua, please don’t do this to me. I need you, and this baby is going to need you,” she yelled. She started to beat on my truck like she was, in fact, crazy.
I tried to grab her, but it was like she was possessed. She started to chant some words that I didn’t understand.
“Tamara, stop it,” I growled at her, but she just continued.
“Yo, Q, you good?” I heard my coworker Vic yell from across the street.
Before I could answer him, Tamara looked at me with a crazed, glassy look in her eyes, then ran right into the traffic and was hit by an oncoming yellow taxi. I ran over to her in a panic, told her to hold on as I dialed 911. As she lay there, she tried to talk, so I put my ear to her mouth. All I could make out was that she was sorry and that it wasn’t her fault, before her head slumped to the side, letting me know that she was gone.
The police arrived minutes later, and I was bugging out as they questioned me. I didn’t know how to feel. The whole situation had me on edge, and I was thankful that my coworker had witnessed her running into traffic, without me pushing her, because those officers were acting as if they wanted to put the cuffs on me and convict me on the spot. I called Jakiyah to tell her what had happened so that she could call German and then he could break the news to Tamia. Although I hated Tamara’s ass with everything in me, I felt bad for Tamia, and so did Jakiyah, because she was crying on the other end of the phone, with me trying to calm her down.
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