A Hood Dilemma is Still Bittersweet: A Naptown Triangle (A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma Book 3)

by Natavia

“You feel so fucking good!” I screamed. The anal beads made the feeling more intense, my nipples swelling to the size of olives. I creamed from my vagina, gushing on my chair, as sweat formed on my forehead and my breasts.

  “I’m about to cum,” I moaned.

  “I didn’t tell you to come yet. Fuck that shit back, Tassana. It’s not deep enough. Make that shit disappear,” Osari coached me. I relaxed my muscles then eased both objects deeper inside of me. I wanted to come but I couldn’t because he didn’t give me permission.

  “Moan my name,” Osari said, jerking his big dick off. I wanted to say screw these toys and take him, but Osari liked to be in control.

  “OSARRRIIIII. I want to come,” I told him. The longer I held it in the more the pressure built up. The pleasure was starting to get too intense, so I screamed because I could no longer take it.

  “Hold that fucking shit in, shorty,” he spat. My clit throbbed and it felt like I peed on myself because of how wet I was. This was torture. My eyes rolled to the back of my head then my body locked up on me. “OSAARRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, PLEASE!” I screamed.

  “Go ahead and squirt for daddy,” he said. I let it all out and when I did, I squirted everywhere. I cried because of the intense orgasm. Osari grunted when he shot a load across the room. My body slid out of the chair. “Yo, that was insane,” he said. He walked over to me then got down on the floor. “Now, I can have desert,” he said bringing me to multiple orgasms with his tongue.

  After Osari and I showered together, I got into bed. Osari changed his outfit, he was meeting up with Dez, Lee and a few of his friends from Virginia who were coming down for a week to spend it with him.

  “Whats the matter with you?” he asked.

  “Nothing, I just don’t like when you leave,” I told him.

  “We talked about this already, my niggas are coming down to kick it with me,” he answered.

  “I know that, Osari. I just know your niggas ain’t shit and there is going to be bitches everywhere,” I spat.

  “Yo, you got to be fucking kidding me. I’m not trying to argue with you. You’re about to make me turn into that nigga and I honestly think you like it,” he said.

  “Like what?” I asked him.

  “When I was slapping your dumb ass. I think you like when I treat you like shit. I been up your ass lately. I even know when you are about to take a shit, and you tripping because you think I’m bullshittin’ you,” Osari fussed.

  “Get the fuck out,” I said, sitting up in bed. Everybody Osari associated himself with were always up to no good.

  “I should’ve just gave you the pipe anyway and said fuck your little game. You need some dick or something?” he asked.

  “Call me tomorrow because I know you are not coming back, and I know that your phone is going to be off,” I said. Osari left my bedroom then out of the house.

  Two weeks later…

  “Why haven’t you been answering the damn phone?” I asked Osari when he came in.

  “Yo, why do we keep arguing about stupid shit? Are you pregnant or something? Your period on? Why are you tripping on me?” He fired questions at me.

  “Lately, you have been distant and when I call you, it goes unanswered. My text messages go unanswered. If there is another woman, just come out and tell me. I don’t understand what is going on with you, just talk to me. I feel like something is going on in your life that I don’t know about,” I said to him.

  “How about I start meeting you so I can see my son because this shit is for the birds,” he said to me.

  “Fine,” I spat.

  I threw Osari’s plate in the trash. I have been cooking dinner for him and he doesn’t show up. I got comfortable with him all over again and he is pushing himself away from me. He is like a rollercoaster, one minute he is into me then the next he doesn’t care.

  “Yo, this is exactly why niggas be cheating. You are accusing me of something you have no proof of,” he said.

  “Being absent all the damn time is all the fucking proof I need,” I told him.

  “Yo, I’m about to give you your space,” he said setting my house key on the island.

  “Like you already haven’t,” I said to him. He charged into me, pinning both of my arms above my head. That soulless look appeared in his eyes as he squeezed my wrist.

  “I’m trying and you ain’t helping it,” he said to me.

  “Let go of my arm, Osari,” I said to him. He was having one of his violent mood swings he used to have before I had O.J. One day he lost it and beat me with a cable cord. I still have a few of the marks on my legs.

  “You are hurting me, Osari,” I said with tears welling up in my eyes. His face softened then he let me go. “What is wrong with you?” I asked him. I knew something was going on in his head, but I loved him. I didn’t care what it was, I just wanted to know what it was.

  “I apologize, let me just kiss my son goodnight,” he said walking up the stairs. Minutes later he came back down the stairs. “I will holla at you,” he said then left my house.

  I called Kanae and she answered on the second ring. “Yesssssss, darrliiinnnggggg, how was family dinner?” she asked.

  “Osari and I had an argument,” I told her.

  “About what now? What is going on?” she asked me.

  “I think he is up to something, he has been sort of distant. When he comes around he is the same, but the distance is what I’m bothered by,” I said to Kanae.

  “Figure it out, Tassana. You might have to get old school and follow him like he did you that night to figure out where you lived,” she said to me.

  “He knows my vehicle,” I replied.

  “Use a rental,” she said to me.

  Two days later…

  Kanae came over to my house to watch, O.J. while I went to follow Osari. I left out early to make sure I got to his community before he woke up. When I arrived to his neighborhood, all his vehicles were still in the parking lot. I sat and waited for two hours until he came out of his building. He got in his BMW then pulled out of the parking lot. I called his phone to see if he would answer. “What’s up?” he answered.

  “Nothing, I’m calling to apologize to you. That argument got out of hand,” I said pulling off, making sure I stayed a few cars behind.

  “It’s all good, shorty. I will be up there later on if that’s okay with you,” he said. He and I talked on the phone for twenty minutes. I followed him into a community with luxury condos.

  “What are you about to do?” I asked Osari.

  “I’m about to go see my mother,” he lied.

  “Tell her I said hi, but let me call you back,” I said hanging up. He pulled up beside a Lexus truck. A woman stepped out of the truck and she was pregnant. Osari got out of his car and they started chatting. Osari was smiling and the woman was giggling. She was beautiful, she looked Arab or something. I called his phone and he looked at it. She said something to him and he turned it off. He helped her get her grocery bags out of the trunk and they walked into the building. I called Osari twenty times and he did not answer. I waited in my car for two hours then he walked out. He powered his phone back on and my cell phone rang. “Yeah,” I answered dryly, with tears falling down my face.

  “My cell phone died,” he lied.

  “How is your mother?” I asked him

  “She is doing pretty good,” he answered. I just hung up on him then headed back home. He tried to call me but I didn’t answer the phone.

  I drove home with tears falling down my face. When I got there I headed straight to my kitchen. Kanae followed behind me holding O.J. “What happened?” Kanae asked me.

  “I followed him to a woman’s house and the bitch is pregnant. I watched him turn his phone off and when he came out he called me back. He lied and said he was at his mother’s and that his phone went dead. I knew it was another woman. That’s why he has been distant,” I said drinking Osari’s Henny that he kept in my house. My phone rang again and it was Osari. I didn’t
answer.

  “You bought him a BMW, you better hear what he has to say,” Kanae said. Osari called me again, but I turned my phone off.

  “Looks like I’m going to be spending the night because you are about to get drunk. O.J and I are going to relax and no matter what happens, do not let him throw what you have done in the past in yo’ face. That shit is over and done with and time is moving on,” Kanae told me.

  “I’m passed that although my friend Kai and her brother Geechie got life behind bars,” I said.

  “Who gives a shit? They did shit that not even you knew about and it caught up with them. Even if you didn’t turn Kai in, she still would’ve got caught,” Kanae fussed. Turning Kai in because she was screwing Tudos behind my back still ate at me. I still couldn’t find it in my heart to feel bad that Tudos got locked up because I set him up.

  “I appreciate you a lot,” I said hugging Kanae.

  “You know I got your back.” She laughed.

  “Tell me something, why do you mess with the men that you mess with? I mean, you go after men that look like they shit their pants. I mean, they really look slow and don’t get me started on Phillip and that guy at the club a while back,” I said to her.

  “I have been with a guy. He and I were together since high-school. He was very handsome, I mean the nigga was beautiful. As we got older things changed. He was making six-figures a year. He worked out, so you know his physique was banging. He was the package and honey the women flocked to him. They used to harass me, mess up my car and even caused me to lose my job. He tried to avoid the women, but one day he caved in and had an affair, then came the kids. He had a whole family behind my back and when I found out I left him. He begged me to come back and cried on his knees, but I refused to give in to him. I know that you think I’m thirsty, but I’d rather deal with a man nobody wants than deal with a man that everyone wants,” she said.

  “Damn, that’s some deep shit,” I said.

  “Till this day, I still love him and he still wants me back, but he screwed me up. I might forgive him one day, but my heart is still healing. I tried to commit suicide after I left him, but then the ugliest nigga I have ever seen in my life pulled me off of the bridge. He said the sweetest words to me and I was thankful for his ugly ass,” she said giggling.

  I drank half the bottle and was ready to lay it down. I was off from work the next day so I planned on sleeping in. I wanted to talk to Osari, but I had to get myself together first. I was an emotional wreck and I didn’t want Osari to see that. When I’m emotional I become vulnerable and even with a broken heart, he could still talk his way back into my life.

  Dez

  It’s been a few weeks since Kiwanna came and got Rayshawn. I’d been trying to get in touch with Kiwanna but I heard she moved in with her mother. Kiwanna even changed her number on me, so now I’m grinding harder in the streets to keep my mind off it. I also had to pay a lawyer a big lump sum of money so I could get my son sooner. They said that custody battles took a long time and I didn’t want to go through that. I just wanted my son back.

  “What you cooking, Ma?” I asked, walking into her apartment. She came out of her room with her robe on and her hair a mess.

  “Are you a prostitute or something?” I asked her.

  “What the fuck did you just ask me?” she said.

  “This shit is embarrassing. How do you think I feel knowing that my mother is the neighborhood thot? You are thirty-three years old and will still fuck a nigga for Chipotle and a sweet tea from McDonald’s. You are a grandmother now and not once have you checked to see how my son is doing. Do you even care about me?” I asked.

  “Watch your damn mouth, Dez, I can still whip your ass. What I do with my body is my business. You no longer live here so stop popping up acting like my damn daddy,” my mother said.

  I peeled off twenty-five twenties then handed them to her. She didn’t raise me right and was more like my sister than my mother but I loved her.

  “Go get your hair fixed up,” I said to her. I went into the kitchen to pour me some cherry flavored Kool-Aid. My mother stood in the entry way with her arms crossed.

  “Where is that punk-ass nigga Lee at?” she asked. I think out of all the niggas that came and gone, Lee was someone she actually liked.

  “Lee is still at Osari’s crib trying to make his way back home to his fiancé. No offense, Ma, but that nigga would’ve been stupid to leave his woman,” I said.

  “You think I’m not good enough?” she asked.

  “Ma, you smoke more weed than my nigga Kauzie and that nigga stays fried up. You always want to fight and your mouth is filthy. You never worked and you are always fucking a young nigga,” I said. A tear fell from her eye, I had never seen my mother cry.

  “Don’t you think I know I’m not shit? I know that I wasn’t a good mother. Get the fuck out and don’t you ever bring your ass back,” she spat with tears rolling down her face. I grabbed my Kool-Aid then bounced.

  I walked to the corner where a dice game was being held. A black Yukon came through the hood with the sounds of Yo Gotti spitting. When the truck rode by me it stopped. “What’s good, lil’ nigga?” Kauzie asked stepping out of the truck.

  “My nigga,” I said giving him dap.

  “What’s up with you?” he asked, eyes bloodshot red.

  “You be bullshittin’ me, nigga. When are you going to let me smoke with your pops? They said that nigga be higher than a muthafucka,” I said laughing.

  “You ain’t ready for that, my nigga. That might put some hair on your chest,” Kauzie said, rolling up another blunt.

  “Y’all Caribbeans get too blazed though. I might be in school asking Ivory for answers to my test,” I said.

  “Who is Ivory?” Kauzie asked.

  “The nigga that was in the movie ‘How High’. Where Tokyo at?” I asked him.

  “Getting together her newest art collection, but you know she is a homebody now. I had to put another one up in her to guarantee that she’ll calm down,” he said.

  “What are y’all having this time?” I asked him.

  “We just found out the other day we are having another girl. My dreads are about to be gray from dealing with two daughters,” he said.

  “Where is No Hands at? I haven’t seen him in a minute,” I told him.

  “He trying to work it out with Kyree. I thought he was going to get those hands and start stealing niggas’ bitches. That nigga don’t be doing nothing but chilling with Kyree and taking care of his son,” Kauzie said. Osari’s black-on-black BMW rode through. “That shit sitting pretty,” Kauzie said about Osari’s car.

  “His baby mother bought that for him,” I said.

  “I thought he only had a baby by Tassana,” Kauzie replied.

  “That’s who bought it, nigga,” I said chuckling.

  “Nigga, I don’t believe that shit. When I was fucking with her, I couldn’t even get shit for free from her. But if she bought that nigga a whip with her money then she love that nigga,” Kauzie laughed. Osari walked over to us giving us dap.

  “What y’all niggas getting into?” Osari asked.

  “I’m about to get into this dice game and take y’all niggas’ money,” I told him.

  “Tokyo let you out of the house?” Osari asked Kauzie.

  “Nigga, I wear the sweats. Tokyo ain’t running shit over here,” Kauzie said. Osari and I looked at each other then laughed.

  “Stop lying, Kauzie, you still get old-school ass whippings. Tokyo be telling this nigga to go and get the switch. He be like ‘yes mommy’,” I said.

  A group of girls walked past us switching and making eye contact. They wanted a nigga to holla at them but we didn’t pay them any mind. They stood by us talking loudly trying to get our attention. Shimmy calmed down but I’m not trying to make her relapse. I was worried about getting my son back and going to court with marks on me wasn’t going to help.

  “Don’t say nothing to the dread head, his baby mama Tokyo
gets gutta with it,” one of them whispered.

  “Excuse me, is your name Osari?” one girl asked him.

  “I don’t know, you tell me,” he replied.

  “My friend over here wants to talk to you,” she answered him.

  “Tell her to come over here then,” he said. A cute brown-skinned girl walked through the small crowd. She looked at Osari then started blushing. “What’s yo’ name?” Osari asked her.

  “Okena,” she answered.

  “Are you shy?” he asked her.

  “No,” she replied.

  “Why is that ugly broad standing right there speaking up for you then?” he asked her. Kauzie and I started chuckling.

  “I don’t know, I guess because I said you are fine,” she said finally looking up.

  “I’m not ugly, nigga,” the spokesperson said.

  “Shiidddd, you ain’t cute neither. This one right here is though,” Osari said, checking Okena out.

  “I would bust your windows out of your car. That’s why Mya said you had a little dick,” the girl spat.