“Was it jus’ lunch?” Angelique placed her hand on my chest.
“Yeah, matter of fact I didn’t even eat. I was only there like 30 minutes.”
“That snake ass bitch.” Angelique whispered to herself. “What did she say?”
I sighed a little. “She was jus’ goin’ on and on about how much she missed me and wanted me to give her a second chance. She told me she wouldn’t fuck it up this time. Oh, she said she hates your fuckin’ guts and you aint shit compared to her.” Angelique and I shared a laugh at that one. I was relieved she was taking my confession so well. Don’t get it twisted, I wasn’t afraid of her, I just didn’t want to upset her.
“Well trust me; the feeling is very fuckin’ mutual.” Angelique rolled her eyes. “Why did you go?”
“Honestly, I was curious about what she had to say.”
“So why did you decide to tell me?” She locked her brown eyes on mine.
I thought for a quick second before I answered her. I recognized that this was a monumental moment in our young relationship. Most dudes in this situation would tell their woman exactly what he thought she wanted to hear, but I wasn’t most dudes.
“I told you cuz I aint tryna fuck up our shit. I don’t like friction between us. That shit gets on my nerves.”
Angelique smiled, “I think you told me cuz you’re in love with me.”
I rubbed her cheek. “Yeah that too.”
“I’m glad you told me Tyce, cuz if I found out on my own-or if that bitch woulda told me herself then I woulda thought the worst. You don’t hafta lie to kick it. I know you still have feelings for her. All you did when you put her out was what you had to do. She violated so she had to go. I commend you for being strong and not pussy whipped like so many other niggas are. They keep a trick around cuz they’re weak and they let their dick make all the important decisions for ‘em. But I’m not stupid or naïve. I know you still care about her. You jus’ don’t care for her lies.”
Damn, when I thought about it, she was absolutely right. It’s funny how when someone else says some shit to you it makes complete sense. I had no intention of breaking up with Dallas before she flipped out and lied to my face. The bottom line was I couldn’t trust Dallas, so why be with her? But even though I was a stone cold killer that bodied niggas all up and down the west coast-I was still capable of loving a woman.
“Yeah you’re right babe, but don’t get shit twisted, the trio is done. I aint ‘bout to be on some duet shit with Dallas’s untrustworthy ass. It’s me and you babe and we gonna ride this thing out.”
Angelique poked her bottom lip out, “Baby do you think I’m fat?”
“What?” I asked shocked.
“Do you think I’m fat? I feel soooo unattractive right now. I’ve gained 33 pounds. My ass is wider, my breasts are heavy, my nose has spread a little, and I can set a plate on the top of my stomach without it sliding off!”
I rubbed her beach ball belly kissing it softly.
“No I don’t think you’re fat, I think you’re beautiful. You have a glow to your skin and a sparkle in your eye. I still think you are as fine as the first time I saw you ten years ago.”
Angelique rubbed the back of my head lovingly.
“Awwww thank you baby, I needed that. Listen, I know I’ve had the sex drive of a gay nun the past few months and I’m sorry for that, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Nothin’ is wrong with you babe. You’re jus’ a lil pregnant.” I joked trying to lighten the mood.
“I jus’ know it’s been a little sexually rough for you lately and I know it’s all my fault.”
“Trust me babe, I’ve had plenty of pussy and waitin’ until you’re feelin’ frisky again is not a problem. Don’t get me wrong, I do miss you a lot. Shit I think about your sweet ass every day, but I can hold on ‘til your ready.”
Angelique stood up, and then dropped to her knees in front of me. A wide grin spread across her full lips as she placed the ear phones on the carpet next to my shoe.
“What you ‘bout to do?” I narrowed my eyes.
“I’m ‘bout to suck your dick like I’m mad at it.”
She lifted my shirt and fished for my belt buckle. Her round stomach rubbed up against the front of the couch as she positioned her head over my lap. She quickly swooped her long hair behind both ears as she finally freed my neglected friend from its lonely prison.
“Feel free to let it go all down my throat baby. Jus’ relax and let me do all the work.”
She engulfed my dick in her wet mouth and rapidly twisted her head from left to right. I felt her hands turning and massaging my shaft like she was trying to unscrew it from my body. My big toe started to tingle while my mouth fell open slightly.
Shit, I guess honesty is the best policy and my rock hard dick could testify to that fact.
Fuck Patience
Letting shit slide is a very difficult thing to do. Yesterday when Tyce told me about the whole lunch thing I really had to control my anger. That’s why I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just let that shit go! Women go back and forth with each other cat fighting, pulling out weaves, and slapping each other left and right. I hear people all the time talking about how silly ladies look fighting over a man, when they should be slapping his ass. But, this situation was completely different. My man told me the truth and I knew how ruthless Dallas was. Plus she knew he was with me and not to mention the fact that I was carrying his baby. So I had every right to confront her and direct my hostility toward her back stabbing ass.
That was exactly my thoughts as I dialed her number for the second time that week. I knew she would answer the call all geeked up because I was calling from Tyce’s phone. I wanted to be sure she would pick up so I asked him to borrow his phone. He knew what I was up to, but he didn’t say anything. He just handed me the phone and flashed a sexy grin. I pulled into the lot of my jeweler’s store parking my car to the right of the entrance. First I turned my music down and then I dialed the number of the biggest hoe bag in town. Just like I thought, she answered after just one ring.
“What took you so long to call me baby?” She asked seductively.
“Bitch, this aint Tyce! It’s me and I’m not your baby trick.”
“What? What the hell are you doin’ callin’ me…again. Didn’t you get the message last time that I don’t wanna talk to you?”
“Oh, I don’t wanna talk to you either! I jus’ want you to meet me in the bathroom at the Crenshaw mall in exactly an hour.”
Angelique rolled down her window to let some fresh air in.
“What are you talkin’ ‘bout?” Dallas sucked her teeth.
“Are you retarded?” Angelique snapped back. “I said meet me in the bathroom at the Crenshaw Mall. Did you hear that or do you need the Whisper 2000?”
Angelique uttered, slowly annunciating every syllable.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You wanna fight me?” Dallas couldn’t believe it.
“No bitch we’re not gonna fight! I’ma whoop yo ass!”
“Aren’t you forgetting somethin’ you silly bitch?”
Angelique raised her eyebrows, “And what is that?”
“YOU’RE PREGNANT BITCH!!” Dallas screamed into the phone.
“SO THE FUCK WHAT?!” Angelique screamed back. “You bold enough to see my nigga! Be bold enough to see me!”
The phone went silent. Neither woman spoke for what seemed like an eternity.
Dallas finally broke the silence, “Ok bitch. You wanna get your ass beat, so I’ll grant your wish. You think I’m this soft serve bitch but I’ma show your crazy ass jus’ how gangsta I can get!”
“Jus’ have your ass there in an hour so I can slam your pretty little face into the sink.” Angelique threatened.
“Oh, I’ll be there and I’ll be sure to put some butter on the door way so you can squeeze your big rectangular ass through it.” Dallas taunted.
Angelique hung up the phone and smiled to herself. In a
n hour she would be locked in a public bathroom one on one with her worst enemy. Damn life was good. She couldn’t wait to wrap her hands around Dallas’s scrawny little throat.
But for now-she was going to buy a pair of tear drop diamond ear rings and get her diamond necklace steam cleaned.
Father Figure
It was two weeks until Angelique’s due date and I was nervous as hell. I read all the baby books I could get my hands on to pass the time, but I still felt like I was unprepared. I knew to lay the baby on its side so the child wouldn’t choke to death. I knew to hold the baby up under the chin when you burped it. I even knew to tape a silver dollar over the belly button so it wouldn’t stick out like a door knob. On paper I was ready, but in reality I was sweating bullets at the thought of being a first time father.
One thing was for sure. I would be a trillion times better to my child than my punk ass sperm donor had been to me. I was as happy as a project family with a winning lottery ticket because Diego was sentenced to 25 to life in prison. I made sure of it by dropping off an anonymous briefcase filled with 300,000 dollars to a certain judge. I paid his clerk 5,000 dollars to make sure he got it. That was the best money I ever spent.
Keeping my family safe was my number one priority and I definitely felt a little safer knowing he was behind bars. Now, if he pressed me or tried to send some rent a thugs after me and mine-I would arrange for his throat to be slashed in the shower.
I had the house to myself for the afternoon. Angelique just called me on her phone to let me know that after she got her necklace cleaned she was going shoe shopping at the Crenshaw Mall. I asked her to pick me up a pair of limited edition yellow Jordan’s. Being addicted to shoes wasn’t just a woman’s problem. I had over 200 pairs of brand new sneakers in my closet.
Ding Ding
Before I got out my car I put Vaseline on my face, put my hair up in a pony tail, tied my Nike Shocks, and took off all my jewelry. It was five minutes to three so I hurried up and walked my round ass inside the mall. I had tunnel vision as I hiked through the shopping center. My eyes were straight ahead and the only person I was checking for was Dallas Mitchell.
I made a left and proceeded down the long hallway toward the rest rooms. I hadn’t seen my weak ass opponent yet. Maybe she was waiting on me to walk in. I thought I heard someone calling my name, but when I turned around nobody was there. I took a deep breath and walked inside. To my surprise Dallas was already there leaning against the towel dispenser. She was wearing a black running suit with matching Reeboks. Her hair was also pulled back in a ponytail and there weren’t any earrings in her ears either. The white sink served as a make shift night stand with her purse sitting on top.
“Damn, you are fat.” Dallas pointed at her stomach.
I didn’t respond to the insult. I just casually turned on the faucet and rinsed my hands. I didn’t bother drying them off because a wet slap, or punch stung much more than a dry one. There was only about 15 feet between us and that short distance was becoming smaller by the second as I walked briskly toward Dallas. Pushing herself off the dispenser Dallas didn’t wait for me to reach her. She charged full speed ahead darting a right jab at my face that barely missed my forehead. Dallas swung again with her left hand which I caught in midair. The weight advantage went to me, and I used that to my benefit driving the lighter Dallas backward and slamming her body into the dingy wall. Dallas grabbed the end of my ponytail and yanked my head down. Her downward tug was halted when I countered by grabbing her tightly around the neck then squeezed with both hands. Dallas tried her best to snatch my hair from the roots, but the grip on her neck was breath taking.
She struggled to breathe as my damp hands constricted her throat and pinched her Adams apple. I was trying to choke her to death and I was slowly succeeding. Dallas tried desperately to break the strangle hold by grabbing my wrists, but that only made the deathly grip tighter. Her face was beginning to turn red. Panic started to out run reason as she fought for a little sip of oxygen. My teeth were clinched as I put all my strength in my two hands and choked the shit out of Dallas.
“I’ll kill you bitch! I’ll fuckin’ murder your ass!”
Death was right around the corner for Dallas so her body automatically went into survival mode. Instinctively she rammed her knee into the bottom of my protruding stomach sending a certified message of excruciating pain thru my entire body.
At that moment the bathroom door swung open and the next thing I knew a man was pulling me off her. My body was lifted in the air with me kicking and screaming at the top of my lungs.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!! GET THE FUCK OFF MEEEEEE!!!”
I tried to pry the man’s forearms from around my breasts.
“Calm down! Calm down Angelique! Shit!”
The strong referee carried me into a tiny stall and finally sat me down inside. Once I was on my feet, I turned around quickly and immediately recognized the owner of those bear like forearms.
“What the hell are you doin’ here Sway?”
Sway looked over at a winded Dallas and then returned his gaze to his pissed off hostage.
“What the fuck you doin’ fightin’ in a bathroom? You’re eight months pregnant!” He threw his hands up.
“So what! I was winning until you came along and saved that hoe!”
“Yeah, and I’m glad I did. I can’t have my
Godchild comin’ out all fucked up cuz you can’t handle your temper! You’re a mother now Angie! You can’t be doin’ shit like this!”
“Fuck that bitch! I can’t stand her ass!” I screamed.
Dallas finally spoke up, “Fuck you you plump ass bitch! Let her ass out Sway! Let her out!”
I tried to maneuver out of the small stall but Sway’s wide body was blocking the exit.
“I’ma need you to calm down Angie. Dallas, you leave first, cuz I don’t want yall scrappin’ in the food court.”
Dallas rolled her eyes and snatched her purse off the sink. She inspected herself in the mirror noticing blotches of red skin along the front of her neck.
“Whatever. Jus’ keep that psychotic bitch away from me.”
Dallas started to walk out, but stopped when she reached the door.
“I shoulda know you wasn’t woman enough to come by yourself. You scary ass bitch.”
After saying that Dallas immediately left the musky smelling bathroom.
“I’m not woman enough? What the fuck! Bitch I did come up in this muthufucka all by my lonely.
You got me twisted hoe! I aint scared of you! I’ll wipe the….”
Sway interrupted my rant, “She’s gone Angie.”
He finally backed up allowing me to leave the cramped stall. I looked like I’d just come from the gym with a little perspiration glistening on my cinnamon colored forehead.
“How in the world did you know I was here anyway?” I asked folding my arms.
“I saw you come in here. I called your name, but I guess you didn’t hear me. So I waited for you in the hallway but then I heard all the commotion so I came in.”
“Yeah you heard me whoopin’ her ass.” My facial expression changed.
“Are you ok?” Sway asked looking me over.
“Yeah I’m fine, but my stomach is killing me.”
The adrenaline was starting to wear off and the full strength of the pain was starting to take over. I walked slowly over to the sink holding my aching stomach. Splashing cold water on my face I sighed heavily. With closed eyes I tried to handle the immense pains that were shooting through my stomach and lower back like comets. Sway went to get a paper towel to wipe my face. When he turned around he noticed a huge red blotch staining the center of my cream stretch pants. The spot was getting bigger and bigger and a red river was beginning to snake down my inner thigh.
“You’re bleeding!” Sway rushed over to me.
I stared at Sway and a look of horror swept over my face. Suddenly a paralyzing sting shot through my abdomen and I braced myself against t
he sink to keep from collapsing. Sway embraced me as my weak knees gave out.
“It hurts Sway!”
Tears began to fill my eyes and my tongue felt like sand paper.
“It hurts so bad. Ughhhhhh uuhhhhmmmee.” I moaned.
I laid her gently on the tile floor. My eyes quickly shifted to her crotch area and what he saw made my heart start beating faster. It looked like her entire lower half had been dipped in ketchup. Blood completely soaked her inner thighs all the way down to her ankles.
“Damn damn damn. I gotta get you to a hospital! I’ma call the ambulance! Shit!”
I looked at Angelique’s face and her eyes were closed.
“Angelique! Angelique! Angelique!” I shook her face frantically.
“Come on! Come on! Angelique come on wake up!”
I put my face to her nose and I immediately reached for my cell phone in my back pocket to dialed 911. The monotone operator answered my call.
“911 what’s your emergency?”
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