“Listen, you need to come to the house now,” I yelled.
“What’s wrong? You good?”
“If I were good, I wouldn’t be asking you to come to the house, would I?” I asked smartly.
“A’ight, on the way.” He hung up.
I sat down, trying to keep my anger under control. That bitch Ayana couldn’t come at me like a grown bitch, so she was gonna go find this bitch to come do her dirty work. At first, I couldn’t remember what happened when I got shot, but for the last few days my memory was back and, each time, all I saw was Ayana standing in front of me with a gun. I knew this bitch was mad because Micah stayed with me, but would she go to the extreme of trying to kill me?
I heard the door open, and Micah walked in. “What’s wrong? Why you crying?” He rushed over to me.
I fell out, and my bawling got louder.
“Yo, ma, what’s good? Talk to me. Did someone do something to hurt you?”
I couldn’t get the crying under control long enough to tell him what was going on. He held me tight while he rubbed my back.
“T, come on now, let a nigga know what’s going on. Why the hell you crying?”
I took a few seconds to get my crying under control. Then I started to tell him about my mother showing up at the house. He sat there listening and I could tell he was also thinking.
“Ma, I know you angry and e’erything, but she your mother. Do you think you’re overreacting?”
“Nah, I’m not. I was young. I needed her. Her man tried to sleep with me and when I told her, she accused me of wanting him. I didn’t want him; I was a young girl, not even thinking about no man. She should’ve kicked his ass out. Instead, she turned her back on me and accused me of wanting him. I never got over that shit. Now that I’m grown, she gonna show her face. I don’t need no damn mama now,” I yelled.
“Calm down, babe. I am on your side. I just want you to look at it from a different angle.”
“Micah, you will never understand. Your mother has always been in your life. So trust me, you have no idea how bad this hurts. She was dead to me, so yes, I wish she would stay that way.”
“T, I know it’s been rough between us lately, but I love you. You got your own family now. Maybe one day you will find it in your heart to at least talk with her. Our son gonna want to know who she is one day.”
I wasn’t even thinking about what he was saying. I felt like my mental state was deteriorating. These bitches were fucking with my life and I wasn’t feeling that. I didn’t give a fuck that that bitch gave me life. In my book that bitch was dead!
* * *
The next day, I got up and decided to go find me a bottle of Mace and I also decided to buy me a gun. I was never the type of woman who believed in violence, but this bitch took it there. Yes, I could call the police and tell them what I remembered, but I didn’t want to do that.
I went to the gun shop over in Clayton County. I bought me a light blue 9 mm Glock. I also bought a Taser and Mace.
I picked up the children and headed home. I bathed them, made dinner as usual, and then let them watch TV for a few hours as I stared at the two little girls who got caught up in some bullshit. I never understood why bitches could never let go when a man didn’t want them anymore. Why did Ayana have to be so stupid? I apologized to her because it wasn’t intentional. But she still didn’t let it go.
Micah came home early, just in time for dinner. “Hey, ma, what you cook?” he asked as he walked in the kitchen. I was getting ready to put the dishes in the dishwasher.
“I just put a roast in the oven, with potatoes. I didn’t know you were coming home this early. I would’ve made your plate.”
“No worries. I remember you were not feeling good earlier so I decided to come in, so I can help out with the kids.”
“That’s sweet of you,” I joked.
“Regardless of what you think of me, I am a good man and father.”
“Well, I never said you weren’t. So quit throwing shots at me. You need to work on being a great husband. All these fake fights you trying to pick with me. You need to let that go. Yes, we’re not perfect and we’re gonna get into arguments, but you need to not run to the streets or these dirty-ass bitches. You don’t see me running out there or cheating on you.”
“Man, I feel you, but I ain’t fucking nothing else. I put that on my dick.”
“Be careful swearing on your dick. That shit might fall off,” I joked, but I was damn serious. “Here go your food.” I handed him a big plate filled with food that I made with love. I wasn’t no fool. I knew if you didn’t feed your man, there were twenty bitches lined up waiting to feed him that old nasty-ass food they be cooking.
I sat at the table while I ate. I logged into Facebook, being nosey. I scrolled over to his page. As usual, nothing was going on on his page. I thought he had it where no one could post on his timeline. I knew him too well, and he wasn’t no dumbass nigga.
We ended the night drinking and smoking. We then went up to the room and he laid his tongue and dick game on me. I swear, every time, my husband made love to me seemed like the first time. All my anger I had toward him was gone soon, as his tongue touched my clit.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Ayana
Three months later
I finally saved enough money to rent a three-bedroom condo in Lithonia. The day the landlord handed me the keys, I broke down and cried. I tell you, ain’t nothing like having your own damn place. Now I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to do.
I immediately contacted the worker to let her know that I got my own place. I had a job, and I could financially take care of my children. She informed me that she didn’t think the judge was gonna give me full custody, but more like joint custody. By the time I got off the phone with the bitch, I was too upset to think. I didn’t want joint anything with this nigga. I wanted my damn kids.
The social worker did a home visit. I was happy to show this bitch my kids’ new bedroom furniture. I watched as she wrote things down in her folder. She then went to examine the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator. Bitch must have thought I was stupid. The refrigerator was packed with food that my kids liked.
“Where do you work, Miss Beasly?” this bitch asked me, then took her glasses off.
“Uh, huh. Does it matter, as long as I got a job?”
“I need to know so I can verify that you work there. The judge needs that information before she can make her ruling.”
“I work at Pin-Up Gentlemen’s Club.”
That caught her ass off guard, because she blinked a few times before she scribbled on her papers. “Have you tried getting a regular nine-to-five job? I’m not familiar with strip bars, but I know they’re a dangerous place to work and the hours are not regular business hours.”
“Listen, lady, I’m trying my damn best to get my children back. It may not be the best place to work, but it’s a job that pays well. If I can remember, the judge said a damn job, not a specific kind of job.”
“Miss Beasly, you’re behaving like the world is against you. I’m only doing my job.”
“Well, do your damn job, and let the judge know I got a place and I got employment.”
“I need the address of your place of employment and your hours.”
I mean mugged that bitch and gave her the information. I was sick of all this shit concerning my kids.
* * *
After I completed the required class and three more home visits, I was given joint custody. It was not what I wanted, but the court was showing favoritism to Ant. The arrangement was the kids would be with him during the week and then come to the house Friday to Sunday. I didn’t how I was going to deal with it, but whatever. I also had to agree to visits from social services for up to a year, and the girls and I had to go family counseling for six months. These bitches sure wanted a fucking lot for my damn kids.
The first couple of weeks were very hard. My oldest daughter kept hollering she wanted to go back to her dadd
y’s house.
“Listen to me, you better sit your ass down. Because I’ve been gone don’t mean you won’t get your ass torn up.”
“I don’t want to be here. I want to be with my auntie and my daddy.”
Slap! Slap! “Watch your freaking mouth! That bitch ain’t your auntie. This is where you belong so get used to it.”
She got the picture, because she ran off crying. I didn’t give a fuck about no damn tears. That bitch done brainwashed my damn children, having them over here hollering and shit.
After the first few outbursts, everything started running smoothly. He would drop them off, and I told his ass his bitch couldn’t come to my house. This was our children, not hers and ours! I hired a babysitter to come to the house to watch them at night when I had to work. I knew the people were on my ass; plus, I didn’t want to lose them again to the system.
* * *
My relationship with Ant was halfway decent. He wasn’t as angry as he used to be. I was still angry at his ass for spitting in my face. I knew how he was: if I acted aggressive toward him, then he would show the fuck out. He was a petty-ass nigga for real.
One day, after he dropped the kids off, I invited him in. “Ay, Ant, I cooked. Can you come in for a little? The girls would love that.”
“I don’t know. I got some things to handle.”
“Please, Daddy! Please,” my youngest baby said.
He looked into her big brown eyes, and I knew it wouldn’t be able to say no. “A’ight. Just for a little though.” I saw when he checked the time.
“Sit down, and stop acting like we’re strangers. Just because we’re not together don’t mean we can’t be friends.”
“‘You,’ ‘me,’ and ‘friends,’ in the same sentence? That shit don’t even sound too good. B, you trippin’.” He grinned at me.
“Daddy, come see my new bedroom set,” Diamond yelled.
He looked at me. I sensed the uneasiness. “Boy, quit playing, you think we gonna hold you down in here? Don’t tell me Tiana got you that shook.” I laughed.
“What I told you about bringing up my wife?” he said with a serious look on his face.
“Damn, I’m sorry,” I lied and raised my hands up in the air.
He got up and followed Diamond, who held on to him, dragging him toward the back with her. I rushed into the kitchen to pour him a glass of Cîroc Apple Vodka. He was in the room a good twenty minutes when I walked back there.
“Are you hungry?”
“Nah, I’m good. I got food at the house.”
“Well, here you go. I made you a glass of Cîroc.” I handed the glass to him.
He took it, and stared at it.
“Dang, nigga, what you think I’m going to do with the kids right here? You acting foolishly. I done moved on for real.”
He shot me a suspicious look, then took his first sip.
“If I was gonna poison you, I would’ve done that while we’re together. You just paranoid.” I shook my head in disgust. I stood there as he took a few more sips. I then eased out of the room to straighten up.
I was digging into the couch when I felt someone walk up on me. “You a’ight?” I quizzed him.
“Yeah, I’m good. Tryin’a see what’s up with you though. Your ass look phat as fuck in them shorts.” He grabbed my hips, grinding on my butt.
“You tripping! You know you a married man now. I doubt your wife would love this.” I played like I gave two fucks.
“Man, you my baby mother. Plus, what she don’t know won’t hurt her. Come on, let’s go to your room.” He grabbed my hand.
“Gotcha,” I mumbled under my breath, as I followed him toward the back, and into my bedroom.
“I’ll be right back.” I pulled my hand away and walked out of the room. I walked to the kids’ room. “Y’all stay in here. Don’t come in my room,” I said in a serious tone.
“Why? And where’s Daddy?” Dominique asked.
“Your daddy is in my room and it’s none of your business.” I gave her the look of “don’t try it, little bitch.” I saw this little heifer was going to try me when she got older. I had something for that ass though.
I closed their door and walked back into my room. This married nigga was butt-ass naked in my bed, with his dick pointed to the ceiling.
“Come here, ma, come sit on this dick for me real quick,” he said, while he massaged his dick.
I didn’t waste no time. I quickly changed down to my birthday suit. I walked over to him, and gently took his hard dick into my mouth, devouring every inch of his manhood. This was my dick so I knew how to please it. I sucked it just the way he liked it. I peeped at him, and could tell he was enjoying it, just as I was. Within a few minutes, his dick got harder and his veins popped out. I sucked aggressively, and within seconds, his sperm shot out of his dick and into my mouth. I opened my mouth so every drop could flow down my throat. I swallowed and used my tongue to clean up the little that spilled out. I was starving for his dick and I made sure I was filled.
I was getting ready to massage the dick so it could get hard again, but he jumped up off the bed and grabbed me up aggressively. “What you doing?”
He didn’t respond; instead, he threw me on the bed, parted my legs, and dug deep into my pussy. I shivered when his tongue touched my pussy. I shoved his head deeper in. I was shocked! I never thought in a million years I would get the chance to feel this nigga’s tongue ever again. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders as he pleased my pussy. My body shook as I came into his mouth! He didn’t ease up any; he continued sucking on my pussy! I came back to back. I felt like I was about to bust a vein in my head, the way I was feeling.
“Come fuck me, daddy.” I tried to pull him up to me.
I loved the feeling I got from the tongue, but I wanted to feel his dick up inside of me! I pulled him toward me. He was latched on to my clit.
“Please, Ant, please give me the dick. My pussy is hungry,” I said seductively.
“Damn, ma, this shit is good,” he said as he rose up and got on top of me. He parted my legs, threw them on his shoulders, and eased all the way inside of me.
“Oweiiii” I screamed out in ecstasy as my baby daddy, the love of my life, entered my love cave.
First, he eased in and out. I tightened my muscles to grip his dick. He pinned me down, pushing his arm up under my back. He then started going harder, tearing down my wall. I threw the pussy up on him. I was sure his bitch didn’t fuck him this good and I knew he missed fucking me, with the way he was carrying on. Even though he was beating the pussy up really bad, I didn’t flinch. I lay there taking every inch of his manhood.
“Daddy, it’s your pussy. Fuck it, daddy, fuck it.”
See, he always loved encouragement. He sped up his thrusts and he sank all the way in. I knew he was about to cum. I threw the pussy on him all extra and shit. He held me tighter. I bit down on his shoulder.
“Aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh,” he groaned as he let out his juice all up in my guts. “Damn, your pussy is deadly,” he said as he rolled off me onto the bed.
I didn’t say anything. I just lay there thinking. I hoped he loved this fuck enough to bring his ass home to me and his children. I turned to say something to him, but this nigga was knocked the fuck out, snoring. Damn, I knew the pussy was powerful, but I didn’t think it had the power to literally knock this nigga out.
I jumped off the bed and snatched up my cell phone. I snapped a few pictures of him up close, naked in my bed. See, these niggas be creepin’ and shit, but they’re careless as fuck. I grabbed my blanket and threw it on top of him. I quickly got dressed and exited the room.
I fed the children, bathed them, and put their asses in the bed.
I decided to call out from work. My man was sleeping in my bed, and there was no way I was going to leave. Matter of fact, I was trying to see if I could get some more dick before he left. I was counting on it, because the date rape drug Ketamine should have been wearing off right about now.
I decided to take a quick shower. As I washed, I massaged my breasts as I thought about the sex we had earlier. I could fuck a million niggas, but only one could me feel the way Ant made me feel. This nigga knew we’re good together and he knew damn well ain’t no bitch out there could fuck him like I did. I stuck my finger inside my pussy and licked it. I could still taste his cum. I was kind of shocked that he wasn’t more careful.
I oiled up my firm body and threw my robe on without underwear. I walked back into the room and noticed he was somewhat awake. I lay beside him and tried to rub on his chest. He grabbed my arm.
“What the fuck you doing?” He looked around, and looked down at his naked body. “Where the fuck am I? And why am I naked?” He let my arm go and jumped up off the bed.
“Calm down, you’re here in my bed. You wanted to spend the night with me, you remember?”
“Hell nah! You trippin’, B. The last thing I remember . . . I remember . . .” He paused and rubbed his hand through his hair.
“You need to calm down! I know you panicking because it’s late, but you a grown man, and that scary shit don’t look good on you,” I spat.
“Man, shawty, shut the hell up right now.” He cut the light on, and picked his pants up. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and looked at it. “Fuckkkk,” he yelled. He grabbed his shirt, looked at me, shook his head, and opened the door.
So much for getting some more, I thought as I followed him. “What is wrong with you? You’re behaving crazy. Are you sure you’re able to drive?”
“Stay the fuck away from me, B,” he said as he opened the door and disappeared into the night.
“Damn. Sorry, nigga, was only trying to make sure you good,” I said out loud.
I locked my door and went to my room. I glanced at the clock; it read 2:35 a.m. “Ha-ha. Looks like somebody has some explaining to do.” It wasn’t my fucking problem that her man, with a little help, still wanted me. I straightened my bed up and got in. I was feeling great. I laid my head on my pillow and dozed off.
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