by Natavia
I called Osari, but his calls went straight to voicemail. The director came and got me. I followed her to her office. She shut the door behind us.
“I can’t have you cursing at my staff. This is a daycare and my children should not be exposed to anything of that nature,” she said to me.
“Oh, shut the hell up. I’m going to do more than curse if you don’t tell me who took my fucking baby without my permission. You will get sued,” I spat. Her white face turned red as she grabbed a few papers off her desk, handing them to me.
I snatched the papers from her looking through them. It was records of baby Osari’s birth certificate and his father’s license.
“That is his father and you didn’t sign any forms saying that you two had a custody battle or that he wasn’t supposed to take him,” she said.
I got up, walking out of her office and out of the center. I called Osari again, this time he answered. “You could’ve told me you was taking my damn son. Nigga, I almost lost my mind,” I said to him.
“You already lost your fucking mind. Why those bitches gave me a hard time picking him up. You could’ve put me down so I can get him when I feel like it. They almost called the police on my ass. One bitch even threw a crayon at me,” he said, and I wanted to burst into laughter. I could see him now raising hell.
“When are you bringing him back to me?” I asked him.
“I don’t know, you’re taking time from me. I want him to know who his daddy is. The way you been tripping you are going to have him calling another nigga daddy,” he said.
I heard Osari cooing in the background. “Damn, this little nigga stink. What the fuck you been feeding him? He just chilling too, like he don’t have shit coming out the side of his diaper,” Osari said.
“I will call you later,” I said to him, hanging up. I smiled on the inside because of how Osari was into being in his son’s life. Osari gave me hell when I told him I was pregnant. He didn’t want anything to do with him, but now you couldn’t keep him away.
I called Kanae, inviting her out for a few drinks. I drove to her house to pick her up.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked her.
“Let’s go to downtown Annapolis,” she said.
“I’m not really trying to go there, too many memories,” I said.
“You can’t run from that shit all of your life, Tassana. We talked about this already,” she said, putting on her seat belt.
“Only you can talk me into doing shit,” I said to her, laughing. “I hope I don’t run into anybody I know,” I said.
An hour later we were parking. After we got out we walked into the sushi bar. I ordered a glass of wine and a Lucky Roll. Kanae had a Patrón margarita and egg drop soup.
“This place is nice, a good spot to go to after work,” she said.
“Zas popped up at my job today. He is a very arrogant ass nigga,” I said to her.
“He might be what you need for a little bit,” Kanae said.
“You told him where I worked, didn’t you?” I asked her.
“Yes, you need some excitement, besides, Osari is too much. He is disrespectful and is always mean. I would never forget the day he called me a pancake-having-ass bitch. He told me my ass was so flat, he could see my camel toe from the back. Then he talks about how I dress. I can’t stand him sometimes,” Kanae said. I fell over laughing. “That’s not funny, Tassana, I have been doing squats ever since. Then he calls Phillip small-head bald-head,” Kanae stated.
“He doesn’t mean any harm,” I lied. Kanae rolled her eyes then downed her drink.
“What’s going on, stranger?” I heard a voice behind me. It was Jessup and Patrick.
“Hey, Jessup, how have you been?” I asked him.
“Fine. You look radiant. That style looks good on you. Don’t change that shit either, gyal,” Jessup said.
“You ain’t going to speak to me?” Patrick asked me.
“Hi, Patrick,” I said dryly. Kanae elbowed me. “Oh, Jessup this is Kanae, Kanae this is Jessup,” I introduced them. Kanae seductively licked the sugar from around her glass. I wanted to knock her off the barstool.
“Hey, beautiful,” Jessup said to her, making her blush.
“You two can join us,” Kanae said. I was in Osari’s neck of the woods and that’s all I needed. Patrick sat next to me, smiling. Jessup sat next to Kanae. Patrick wrapped his arm around me. “Motherfucker, I wish you would leave me alone. You already know how I feel about you,” I said to him. He hurriedly dropped his arm. Jessup and Kanae laughed, but I felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.
“She just gets around,” I heard a voice say. I turned around and was greeted by Kyree and Tokyo.
“Heyyyy, everybody,” Tokyo spoke. Kauzie walked in behind them and I wanted to hide. This was an awkward damn moment for me. I couldn’t even look at Kauzie if I wanted to, that’s how low I felt.
“Excuse me,” I said getting up.
“Damn, Tassana, where’s all of this coming from?” Tokyo asked, pinching my bottom.
“It comes from being a hoe. I’m sure she takes it up the ass,” Kyree said giggling.
“Well, maybe if you learned how to be a freak you wouldn’t have to be playing second to two niggas,” I said laughing.
Kanae rolled her eyes at Kyree and continued to sip her drink. “It’s finally nice meeting the twin. I’m Tassana’s friend, Kanae,” Kanae introduced herself to Tokyo. Tokyo smiled then waved.
I headed to the bathroom with Kanae following behind me. “That bitch is really mad, isn’t she? She pissed me off,” Kanae said, putting on her lipstick.
“So, that guy that’s with your sister is Kauzie? I must admit I’m jealous. Where do you find these fine–ass men?” she asked then I laughed.
“Look, I’m ready to go. I don’t feel like being around anybody,” I said. Tokyo came into the bathroom heading straight to the toilet. Sounds of her throwing up in the stall made my stomach turn. I had a very weak stomach. “Are you okay?” I asked her. She came out wiping her face then washing her hands. “I’m pregnant again,” she said.
“DAMN,” I said.
“This is crazy,” Tokyo fussed.
“Are you surprised?” I asked her.
“Nope, not at all, but Kylee is only four months now,” she said.
“That’s a blessing,” Kanae said, handing Tokyo more paper towels. After we made small talk we headed back to the bar area. Everyone was talking and having fun, even Kanae fit in with them. I sat and nursed my drink. I wanted to leave, but I didn’t want to spoil it for Kanae because she was interested in Jessup.
Kyree kept looking at me and rolling her eyes. “Look, bitch. I have been calm and trying, but I will fuck you up if you look at me like that one more time. You was fucking my son’s father, I should be over there beating your ass,” I said, then she burst out in laughter.
“Girl, please, ou are still a heathen, a hoe-ass one at that. Who are you fooling? Just because you had a baby doesn’t mean you are saved. Everyone is sitting here like you didn’t fuck their lives up,” she stated.
“What’s really going on, Kyree? Are you still mad that a bitch like me is living? I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. I didn’t make Kauzie or Tokyo come to this section. They are fucking happy now. Why are you still holding on? Is it because I have something you feel like you’re entitled to?” I asked her. She threw a drink on me then leaped across the table.
“Break this shit up!” Tokyo screamed.
Kyree was digging her nails in my face and pulling my hair. I punched her as hard as I could then kicked her in the stomach. She picked up silverware throwing them at me as I tried to get to her. Kauzie and Jessup pulled us apart.
“What the hell is going on here?” Jessup asked me. I snatched away from him then walked out of the restaurant with Kanae following behind me.
“I cannot believe all of this is over Osari. I have never seen two women act like that over a man. He must have some magic in p
ants,” she said.
“That he does,” I said getting into my truck. Kyree stormed out of the restaurant. I put my truck in park then hopped out. Jessup pulled me back while Tokyo held Kyree back.
I had stopped traffic. Horns were blowing because I was blocking the street, but I did not care. I’d had enough of this ratchet broad. I had never liked Kyree. She was always loud and talked too much stuff. I still don’t understand how Tokyo tolerates her. Kyree has been that way since I have known her.
“Loose-pussy-having hoe!” she screamed at me.
“Osari likes it; he actually loves it. That’s why he hasn’t gone anywhere and he is not going anywhere. That nigga is all fucking mine, Kyree. You can do what you want, but I guarantee you, he ain’t going to be with you like that!” I yelled at her.
“That’s because you pinned a baby on him that’s not even his,” Kyree said. I pushed Jessup off of me, charging into Kyree. I’m sick of her throwing my baby in my face. I don’t care what I have done in my life, my son is my son. If I don’t have anything I have him.
I slammed Kyree on the ground and she held on to my top, ripping it off. I don’t know where I was hitting her at, but I was swinging on her. She kicked me in the stomach then dug her nails into my face. She tried to pull my hair, but her hands kept slipping because of my short cut. I punched her in the eye as hard as I could. Kauzie and Jessup pulled me off of her before I could stomp her.
Patrick and Tokyo helped Kyree up. “Leave my damn baby out of this!” I screamed, trying to break away from Jessup and Kauzie.
“Calm yo’ ass down, Tassana. You are a mother, act like one,” Kauzie spat. I stormed off to my truck, topless. I just had on my bra and my breasts were hanging out. Kanae got in then I pulled off and headed to Osari’s home.
“Where are you going?” Kanae asked me.
“To Osari’s house. Take my truck then go home,” I said, driving like a bat out of hell. I arrived at Osari’s place in fifteen minutes. His cars were in the parking lot, so I knew he was home.
“Are you okay?” Kanae asked me.
“Yes, I am fine, I just need to be here,” I said to her. I promised to call her later then got out of the truck, heading to Osari’s building.
When I got to his door I rang the doorbell. He snatched the door open with anger-filled eyes. When he noticed me his expression softened up. “What the fuck, why are you out like this? You’re not prostituting, are you, Tassana?” he asked. I pushed my way inside of his spacious condo.
“Your side bitch attacked me,” I said to him.
“I don’t have one anymore,” he said bluntly. This nigga just admitted to having a side chick?
I went into our son’s room and he was in his crib asleep. I stormed into Osari’s room, going through his closets and drawers.
“Bitch, you gone crazy? What are you messing up my crib for?” he asked. I continued to search his things. Kyree had bras, underwear, outfits and shoes in his home. I found condoms and even blindfolds.
I started laughing. “I see why she can’t let you go, Osari. This broad feels like I took her man from her. I guess the joke was on me. I thought you and her were just fucking, that’s the assumption you gave me, but it’s way deeper than that. The bitch is hurt because you led her on,” I said to him.
“It’s over and done with, why do we keep talking about this?” he asked.
“YOU HURT ME!” I yelled.
“Yo, if you wake my son up, I’m going to slap your dumb ass. You starting shit with me and I’m not for that. Okay, yes, I was involved with her. I was going back and forth between the both of you, but I never denied how I felt about you,” he said. Maybe I did need someone older; Osari is only twenty-one. I doubt if he even understands where I’m coming from.
I grabbed all of Kyree’s items, putting them in bags, and setting them by the door. Osari stood there looking at me while rolling up his blunt. That arrogant bastard.
“You happy now? Damn, I can’t believe you just came over here acting all crazy,” he said smirking.
“Shut the fuck up. You make someone crazy. You even got Kyree thinking she can fight,” I said to him then he smirked.
“Who won?” he asked, falling out laughing. As bad I wanted to laugh with him I couldn’t.
“What’s funny?” I asked him.
“Neither one of you bitches can fight,” he said, walking towards me. “I’m just joking, shorty,” he said, kissing my neck. I mushed him then he mushed me back, causing me to trip over a trash bag.
“Get your silly ass up, Tassana. Take a shower and come and chill with me,” he said, speaking to me the way he used to when I first met him.
“Don’t just sit there, get your ass up. That’s the only time you got some act right. A nigga got to put his foot down on your ass,” he said. I got up then walked towards the bathroom. He slapped my ass. “That’s right shorty, listen to daddy,” he said to me. I couldn’t stand him sometimes.
After I got out of the shower, I put on one of Osari’s t-shirts. I let everything else hang out. I bent over, going into the bottom cabinet for a bottle of wine. When I stood up, I turned around facing him. He hurriedly turned his head like he wasn’t watching.
“Freak,” he said aloud.
His cell phone rang then I hurriedly snatched it up, answering it. “What do you want, Kyree?” I asked her. I reached into Osari’s sweats, pulling his dick out. I got down on my knees then pleasured him with my mouth. I catered to him like he was a king. He didn’t have to ask for me to suck him. I knew from the moment I met him, I was going to have him.
“Are you going to cum in my mouth, daddy?” I asked while Kyree was still on the phone.
“AWWWWW. SHIITTTTTTTT.” Osari threw his head back as I stuffed him slowly down my throat.
“He is getting his dick sucked. My hoe ass fitting to let MY nigga come in my mouth,” I said to Kyree.
“You nasty bitch!” she yelled into the phone.
“I wish you would shut the fuck up, Tassana. Damn, I’m about to go limp. Tell her you’ll call her back,” he said. He was so caught up in his erection he wasn’t thinking clearly. Osari used to raise hell when I answered his phone.
“Tell that nigga to bring me my shit,” she said hanging up. She wasn’t lying about that. Kyree had a lot of items at his home. I could understand her reason for calling him, yet he was coming to my place so I wouldn’t find out about her.
I stood up and he looked at me. “You better get back down there. My toes were ready to crack,” he said, with his dick sticking straight up in the air.
“I’m going to bed,” I said to him.
Wails from our baby filled the condo. Osari fixed himself then headed to O.J’s room. I changed his sheets then got into bed. He came to bed with our son in his arms, feeding him his bottle.
“You know, being a father actually looks good on you,” I stated.
“He gives me peace of mind,” Osari responded, looking into my eyes. I held my arms out taking O.J. into my embrace. He smelled like baby powder. Osari must have just changed him. “You got everything down pact, don’t you?” I asked him.
“I don’t have a choice,” he said, getting into bed. I rocked O.J. back to sleep as he tried fighting it. Osari got into bed. O.J. must have kept him busy because as soon as he laid down, his eyes started to close. I put O.J. back into his crib then got back into bed with Osari. He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arm around my waist. He kissed my lips and just like always I started to throb. His hand slid down my stomach then between my legs. “I thought you was sleep,” I said to him.
“My dick ain’t,” he said. He climbed on top of me, lifted my shirt up then captured my nipples into his warm wet mouth. He pulled his pants down then entered into me.
“UMMMMM,” I moaned when his thick dick penetrated my walls. My legs fell to the side lazily, welcoming all of his size into me. He sucked on my bottom lip then kissed my neck, as he slowly stroked in and out of me. He grinded deeply int
o me, hitting the spot that made me want to scream. His hands gripped my hips as he pushed himself deeper; I instantly climaxed.
“I’m cummminngggggg,” I moaned loudly. He raised himself up then went harder, deeper, continuously jabbing my spot over and over again. He looked me into my eyes, biting his bottom lip. Damn him for having the sexiest fuck face. I rubbed his chest as his muscles flexed; I wrapped my legs around him. “Squirt for me, shorty,” he said, pounding into my spot. Osari was deep, he was too deep.
I rubbed my clit then he smacked my hand away. “Don’t touch shit, Tassana,” he said. I hurriedly moved my hand away. Osari likes to be in control and I didn’t mind one bit. I arched my back up, coming again. This time my essence squirted out, splattering against him. He grinded deeply into my spot. I dug my nails into his shoulder as I continued to squirt.
“Did I tell you to do that shit again? You squirt when I tell you to,” he grunted, pounding harder. I bit my lip as hard as I could to keep from screaming. It was hard to get O.J. to go back to sleep sometimes. I was about to come again, my muscles tightened up.