I Just Wanna Be Yours

by Lucinda John

  “Why not?” I asked with a raised brow.

  “You came at me like I’m some hood rat. Like, because you look and smell like money I’m supposed to be impressed. Nah boo, when you coming at a real girl like me, come correct. Now, can you move out of my way please?”

  “My bad, Ma. I ain’t mean to come at you all crazy. Let me start this shit over.” I said, clearing my throat. “Excuse me, Miss. What’s your name? Where are you from?” I asked, mimicking Luther Vandross causing her to crack a smile.

  “Oh, she smiles.” I smirked.

  “Shut up; you corny as fuck.” She blushed.

  “Well, can this corny ass nigga get your name?”

  “Naria.” She replied.

  “Naria. That shit different; I like it. I can tell you a rare breed.”

  “Can you?”

  “Yup.” I replied.

  “How so?” She quizzed.

  “Like you said, any normal basic bitch would have been on my dick. Not too many women like yourself around anymore.” I honestly said.

  “I hear you.”

  “Naria, let me get your number. I’d love to take you out.”

  “Hmm, I don’t know.” She replied.

  “How about this; I’m having a grown and sexy success party, and I want to invite you.” I said, handing her a flyer. “Matter fact, here are four VIP tickets; bring your girls and have fun, everything on me.” I reached for the tickets and handed them to her.

  “What’s the catch?”

  “Save me a dance.” I smiled, causing her to do the same. “I love seeing you smile. Hopefully, I get to do that more often.”

  “You running game.” Naria smirked.

  “Nah, Ma. I ain’t gotta run game. I speak the truth.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Come through, Ma. All the information is on the flyer.”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “For real; don’t make me come find you.” I warned.

  “How you gonna do that?” She questioned.

  “I got my ways, beautiful.”

  “Let you tell it.” She smirked.

  “I know it.”

  “See you later…”

  “Sage.” I said, giving her my name. “You plan on seeing me later?” I asked, with a smile on my face.

  “Boy, bye.” She chuckled, pushing past me.

  I watched her walk up the sidewalk until she reached a newly modeled Mustang. She unlocked the door, gave me one last look, then got in her car and pulled off. For the first time in my young life, I’d encountered a woman that I would consider doing the dating thing with. The way she carried herself with such grace and poise had me curious and interested in getting to know her better.

  “That bitch was bad.” Onyx said, making his way towards me.

  “Watch your mouth, bruh.” I snapped.

  “Damn, she got you wide open just off of conversation.” He joked.

  “Nah, not all females are bitches, so don’t address her as one.”

  “What should I address lil’ mama as then?”

  “Lil’ Sage; I’m about to cuff that, and she ain’t even know it.” I smiled.

  “I ain’t gon’ lie. She look good as fuck; I won’t be mad at ya if you cuff that.” Onyx said.

  “I plan on doing that, my boy.” I replied, retrieving my pre-rolled blunt from behind my ear and lighting the tip.

  Chapter 7

  Jerecho

  Shit between me and wifey had been going since I popped the big question. I never thought I would be the “get on bended knee” type nigga, but love would do that shit to you. Eventually, I was going to get married to Tyreema and live the marriage life, but there was no rush. I told her to take her time with planning a wedding; I was actually able to convince her to wait until we moved into our house before making any wedding plans.

  Tyreema, on the other hand, was ready to jump the broom. Since I told her to hold off on the wedding planning, that didn’t stop her from planning this big ass engagement party. Focusing all of her attention on the engagement really had her in great spirits. I was happy that my baby was finally in a good mood, because it was making it easier for me to make moves without worrying about her taking my son and leaving me.

  As I sat in my car in front of this house, I took a long pull of my blunt in an attempt to ease my mind. Since I was trying my hardest to be faithful, I decided to cut ties with Neki, a girl that I fucked with heavy outside of Ty and Jordynn. Out of all my hoes, Neki was the only female to earn herself a soft spot in my heart, which was why breaking things off with her was proving to be hard as fuck.

  Once I hungrily inhaled all of the weed, I got out of my car and headed towards the front door. I started to knock, but then I remembered I had keys to her apartment. Sticking the key in the keyhole, I turned the knob and was greeted by a naked Neki.

  “Damn.” I groaned, hating the position I was in.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” She asked, walking over to me.

  “Put that robe on. We need to talk.” I said, looking down at my shoes.

  “Ok.” She confusedly replied, as she reached for the silk robe tying it tight around her waist. “What’s up?”

  “Neki, I asked Ty to marry me.”

  “OK, and? I saw the pictures of the ring on Instagram; it looks nice. What’s really good?”

  “I’m trying do shit right.” I replied with my eyes still trained on my shoes.

  “So you cutting me loose?” She asked.

  “Yeah, I mean I’m trying to do what’s right for once.”

  “I’ve been fucking with you for a minute and never approached your girl. I played my role right, and now you just gonna take that from me.” She huffed, on the verge of tears.

  “Neki, you a real dime piece. You can find you any nigga to treat you right. You don’t have to settle for being a side chick, Ma.”

  “I love you, though.” She whined.

  “Oh, boy! C’mon, Neki, you knew what it was.” I stressed.

  “I did. That is why I played my part. You can’t come over here cutting me completely off without me doing anything wrong.

  “Why are you settling?” I asked, finally looking up at her.

  “I’m not settling; the dick just that good.” She said, cracking a smile.

  “I fucks with you heavy, so a nigga gon’ miss you like crazy.” I honestly said.

  “Stop talking crazy, baby. I ain’t going anywhere.” She said, pushing me towards her cream-colored Sofa.

  “I’m serious, Neki. After this, we ain’t fucking around like that anymore.

  “Yes, Daddy.” She hissed, as she straddled my lap with her naked body.

  Lifting up a little, she reached for my pants buckle and undid my pants. Pulling my erection from out of the slit of my boxers, she ran her soft hands along the length of my pole before sitting on it. A soft groan escaped her lips before she pushed her lips against mine, sucking my tongue out of my mouth.

  Tyreema, Jordynn, and Neki were the only three females I allowed to kiss me. Every other bitch I fucked with got the dick, a few kisses on the neck, and if they were lucky, a peck on the cheek. For some reason, each of the three women meant something to me; Tyreema was my main chick, Jordynn my second baby mama, and Neki, the chick I can come to to get away from all the drama in my life. Neki had the ability to turn a nigga day all the way around just by kicking it, smoking a few blunts with me, and sucking the life out of my dick. It was going to be hard to cease fucking with her, but I had no choice.

  “Did you hear me?” She hissed, as she rocked her hips on my dick.

  “Damn, Ma. That pussy wet as fuck! Let me get a condom.” I groaned.

  Neki had that good, wet pussy. The type of pussy that’ll make your ass slip up if you wasn’t careful. One night, I decided to play on the devil’s playground by slipping in that shit raw, and I damn near lost my mind at how good her pussy was. My hea
d was so far gone that I didn’t even notice I was nutting in her until it was too late. Thank God for the motherfucker who created the plan B pill. Shit saved my life.

  “You don’t need the condom.” She purred, as she started to slowly bounce up and down my pole.

  “The fuck you mean I don’t need a condom.” I whispered, feeling myself falling into her trap.

  “I’m already pregnant.” She replied, never missing a beat.

  “The fuck you mean you pregnant?!” I yelled, pushing her off my dick.

  “Ouch!” She yelled out in pain once her head hit the coffee table.

  Getting up, I stuffed my sticky dick back in my pants then reached down and grabbed her by the neck. The look of fear was evident in her eyes as I pushed her against the hallway wall and started to choke her. This shit couldn’t be happening to me right now. I began to panic as I tried to choke the fucking fetus out of this bitch.

  When her eyes started to bulge, I threw her ass on the floor. I watched her with a look of disgust on my face as she desperately tried to fill her lungs with air. Tears stained her face as she looked at me with confusion in her eyes.

  “What the fuck happened to the plan B I bought you?” I huffed.

  “I took it.” She whispered.

  “Don’t fucking lie to me, bitch. I will fuck your ass up!” I yelled, walking towards her.

  “I swear I took it! I did.”

  “So how the fuck you end up pregnant?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. I mean, those things aren’t one hundred percent.”

  “Oh, you a doctor now?” I seethed ready to yoke her ass up again.

  “No.”

  “Fuck that; I’m about to buy you a pregnancy test. I ain’t buying this shit.” I said, chewing the inside of my jaw.

  “I bought twenty of them; I took eight to confirm. I still have the rest.” She said.

  “I can’t believe this shit!” I deeply sighed, placing both my hands on my head. Another outside baby was something I didn’t need at the moment. I already had one baby to tell Tyreema about, and I wasn’t trying to add another one.

  “Get your ass up, and go get the fucking tests man!” I yelled, causing her to jump.

  She wasn’t moving fast enough for me, so I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her towards the room. I hated to be so rough with Neki’s ass, but she knew I had a girl. I made sure to get her the side bitch contract agreement before even sticking my dick in her.

  She fumbled with the boxes as she carried them to the bathroom. Pushing the bathroom door open, I stood in the doorway and watched as she tore the boxes open and lined the tests side by side on the counter. I grabbed the decorative cup that sat on the counter and filled it with water then handed to her. I left the water running just in case she needed additional help with getting the urge to use the bathroom.

  As I watched Neki pee on each stick and place them on the counter, Tyreema started to blow me up. Instead of forwarding her call, I silenced the ringer. Once Neki was done peeing on all of the sticks, I silently prayed that all of them read negative, promising God to never fuck another bitch behind Tyreema’s back ever again if he spared me this one time.

  Neki walked over to the counter, washed her hands, then walked out of the bathroom. I wanted to trip her ass, but decided against it. Biting the bullet, I walked deeper into the bathroom to read my faith.

  “Fuck!” I yelled, knocking all of the positive tests down on the ground.

  My mouth immediately got dry as I started to profoundly sweat. My only option now was to try to convince Neki to get rid of the baby. I hated to do that to my unborn child, but there was no way I was allowing anything else to break me and Tyreema apart.

  “Ay, you can’t keep this baby.” I spat, walking in Neki’s room.

  “Says who?”

  “Says me, bitch. The fuck you mean?!”

  “We both made this baby together; you acting like I’m some hoe that trapped you.” She shrieked.

  “How the fuck I know you didn’t trap me?” I quizzed.

  “Really, Jerecho? If I wanted to trap you, I would have been did it! When we first started fucking, I would always bring up wearing a condom. Even that night you decided to slide up in me raw, I told you to strap up, but no, you wanted to feel me raw. I told you I wasn’t on birth control, but you was too busy telling me how wet my pussy was to listen. Don’t try to play me Jerecho. Why the fuck would I trap a nigga that I could never fully have?” She asked, on the verge of tears.

  “I don’t trust you hoes!” I yelled, not buying the little act she put on.

  “Fuck it, but I’ll tell you this. I’m keeping my baby, and he or she will be straight with or without you!” She yelled.

  “I can’t stand hoes like you! You know I got a girl and a family, but you still want to keep that baby just to make my life miserable.”

  “Nah, I’m keeping my baby, because it’s a part of me. Regardless of how it was conceived, it does not make me love it any less. Just because your ass is heartless don’t mean I have to be.” She shot at me.

  “I should fuck your ass up!” I yelled, getting in her face.

  “Touch me. I dare you to, and you’ll be in jail on domestic violence charges.” She smirked.

  “Don’t expect me to help you with that fucking bastard, dumb bitch!” I spazzed, punching the wall behind her.

  “Bye, Lance. We good, more like great! I should have known better than to sleep with your ass.”

  “You don’t know any better. Only a confused bitch would agree to be a nigga’s side bitch. You better hope you don’t give birth to a little girl. Your hoe ass wouldn’t know how to raise a lady, because you far from one.” I spat, mushing her in the head.

  I really wanted to smack fire from her ass, but I didn’t want to risk going to jail on a domestic violence charge and having Tyreem discover all of my dirty little secrets. For now, I was going to walk away and let the bitch think that she won. When that baby was born, she was going to need my help, and by then, I’d marry Tyreema’s ass and move her ass out of this city.

  When I arrived home, it was a little after one in the morning. I knew Tyreema was about to go in on my ass, because she had been calling me non-stop for the last two hours. Finishing off my third joint, I made my way inside, and surprisingly, it was dark.

  I walked in Tyreek’s room to check in on him, and he was knocked out. It was crazy how I went from having one child to three in a short matter of time. It was fucked up how he didn’t know his baby brother yet, but was getting ready to be a big brother again. I was fucking up in a major way praying that when everything came to light that there was still hope for my relationship with Tyreema.

  Remembering my sticky dick, I decided to slip into the bathroom and take a shower. With the hot, steamy water beating all over my body, I tried to think of my next move. I wasn’t ready to get married, but at this point, I was willing to do anything to ensure Tyreema wouldn’t leave me. The chances of her leaving me as my wife were slimmer than if we were just together in a relationship; however, the thought of getting married so soon had me sick to my stomach.

  “The fuck?” I jumped back, when I noticed that Tyreema was sitting on the bathroom floor.

  “Why you sitting on the floor?” I asked, getting out the tub.

  “Why you just now getting in the house, then sneaking off to the shower?” She countered.

  “I was at the trap house with Nigel. I know you hate when I come home smelling like that shit, so I decided to wash off before getting in the bed.” I lied.

  “Why were you at a trap house?”

  “Nigel is my homie. Just because I don’t deal drugs doesn’t mean I can’t kick it with my homeboy at the trap.” I sucked my teeth.

  “Yeah, whatever.” She rolled her eyes.

  “Ty baby, I had a long ass day. Please don’t start with me.”

  “I ain’t tell you to spend your whole day out with
these hoes that’s stressing you.” She spat.

  “What part of it I was with Nigel don’t you understand?”

  “The part when your boxers got dried up wet spots on it, so what? You fucking Nigel?”

  WHAP!

  I smacked Tyreema in the mouth for saying some disrespectful shit like that to me.

  “How the fuck you hitting on me when you the one that just jumped outta some pussy!” She cried.

  “Don’t fix your mouth and try me like some hoe ass nigga like that man!” I yelled.

  “Where those white spots came from?” She asked, pointing at my boxers.

  I could kick myself for deciding to wear black boxers brief. I never wore dark colors when I went to fuck with these hoes. Then again, I had no plans on fucking Neki. I just simply went to her house. Now, I’m in hot water burning the fuck up.

  “Nigel ol’lady made some peach cobbler and vanilla ice cream. That’s probably the ice cream.” I gave her a weak lie praying she was tired enough to believe it.

  “Ice cream?” She chuckled. “You trying to tell me that there’s some damn ice cream on your boxers? You must think my middle name is ‘fool’ because you tryna play me like one.”

  “Ty, man, it’s late, and I’m tired.” I whined.

  “I should have known your ass wasn’t going to change, and to think I was excited for your ass to come home so I could share this good news with you.” She chuckled just to keep herself from crying. “Stupid Tyreema for really thinking you was going to change.” She continued.

  “What news?” I asked.

  “I’m pregnant, not that it matters.” She shrugged.

  “You’re what?” I asked, feeling as if I was slowly suffocating.

  “I’m having this baby you so badly wanted me to have. Fucking around with planning our engagement party had me forgetting to take my pills. When I first found out, I was upset, but the more I thought about it, I figured this was a good thing since we’re about to get married soon. Boy, was I wrong.”

  “Ty, baby. Man, I’m sorry.” I apologized, not really knowing what to say. I really wanted a baby with Tyreema, but this was too much. Having two women pregnant at the same time was about to drive a nigga to an early grave. I could already feel my blood pressure rising through the roof.