Side Chick Turned Wife: A Hood Romance

by Tamicka Higgins

  We pulled up in front of my house and I got out of his car. I was pretty agitated so I really didn’t care much to say anything to him. I was just looking forward to getting into my house and under my covers. But just as I stepped onto my porch, I felt him grab me by my waist to stop me so that he could catch up to me. I looked up at him, giving him an annoyed look but he didn’t react to it. Instead, he kissed me on my lips.

  “Goodnight, baby. I’ll talk to you later, aight?”

  I couldn’t help but smile and nod before walking away from him and entering my house. I looked out the window and watched him drive away. That was so weird. His emotions always have me all the way fucked up. Some days I feel like he second guesses being with me whenever he turns silent or doesn’t show me any affection. I’ve been doing this for damn near eight months and he has always been that way to me. I guess the thrill of going out and having hot sex with one another is what kept me around. I love that feeling. The feeling of being held and called on to go out with him. But why did I accept being his side bitch? I just wanted to be his main girl.

  I took a deep breath and walked up the stairs to my room. I took off the dress and climbed into bed with my bra and panties still on. I just needed some rest before I endured the long day of work. I pulled the covers over my head and recapped what had just happened. I smiled as I thought about the good time I had. I only remembered bits and pieces of what the fuck happened. I remembered takin’ a few hits off that blunt that the stripper hoe laced and I don’t remember too much after that. It all started to come together when I was dancin’ with Tyrek, but that was about it. I kept replaying the moments in my head as I put myself to sleep.

  Chapter Three:

  Danessa

  Surprisingly, I woke up on time and had enough time to get ready and make myself look presentable for work. I went into my bathroom and looked at myself in my mirror. I chuckled as I stared at my reflection, expectin’ my face to look tore the fuck up, but I looked well rested. I ran through my morning routine of taking a shower, brushing my teeth, and prepping my face. When I was good and dry, lotioned up, and had my bra and panties on, I ran back into the bathroom and put on my face. I did my usual cat eye look with heavy mascara and a little bit of under eyeliner. I finished off my look with a little bit of blush and a deep red lip stain. I didn’t know what to do with my hair. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to wear it down or pull it up. After contemplating for a minute, I decided I would leave it down so I just sprayed in some product and fixed up the curls before I went back into my room to put on my outfit. I slid into a cute black pencil skirt and paired it with some matching black heels and a white tank top. I grabbed my keys, purse, and black blazer before I headed out the door and into my car. I cranked the ignition and headed down to the salon, early enough to get there before Mel.

  I parked my car by the shop and made my way into the salon, unlocking the door with my own set of keys. We weren’t going to open for another couple of hours and Mel wasn’t goin’ to get there for about another hour so I had time to set up and chill. I flipped on all the lights and checked each station to make sure they had all their supplies before I headed to my office in the back. I opened my door and rested my purse and shit on the table. Right next to my desk was a coffee maker that was already loaded with coffee and water so all I had to do was press the button to get it brewing. While that was goin’, I opened up my computer and checked our logs for today. It looked like we were goin’ to be hella busy, but what was new? This place was always poppin’ and that was how I got my paycheck so I wasn’t mad. I reviewed the appointments and who was on the roster for work. It looked like everyone who was supposed to be scheduled for these appointments was scheduled for today. That’s good. Since my start-up shit was good and completed, I could sip on my coffee and wait for Mel to come in.

  Beeeep.

  I looked over at the coffee maker and smiled as I grabbed my cup and some creamer out of the mini fridge. I prepped my cup with a nice serving of the hazelnut creamer before I poured the steaming hot coffee into the cup. I let it sit for a moment while I pulled out my phone and went through my social media and other shit to keep myself busy. Just as I was sippin’ my coffee, I heard someone come through the front door and looked out my window to see that it was Mel.

  I poured her a cup of coffee, black with nothing in it, just like she liked it. As she came inside and set down her stuff, she looked at me suspiciously as she took the cup of coffee out of my hand. She looked at me with her eyebrow raised before she looked inside the cup, tilting it like she was lookin’ for somethin’ inside the cup.

  “Mel? Why are you looking at the coffee like that? Why are you lookin’ at me all suspect and shit?” I asked as I pursed my lips at her and crossed my arms.

  She continued to look inside the cup, raising it to her nose to sniff it before she averted her attention back to me. She peered at my face and my outfit, letting an evil smirk come across her face. I didn’t get why she was lookin’ at me like that. I didn’t want to repeat myself and ask her why she was straight starin’ at me like I did somethin’ so I just raised my eyebrow and waited for her to respond and tell me what was up.

  “Shit, Danessa. For one, you look well put together. Two, you got here early even after a long ass night, I know yo ass was out partyin’ and shit. Three, you had enough time to brew coffee for the both of us before our shifts started. How in the hell am I not supposed to be all suspicious and shit when you out here lookin’ all nice and shit? I’ll be honest, I was expecting you to come in right before we opened or late with some sweatpants and no makeup on. I thought you was gone walk up in here lookin’ like a mess and shit.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. She was right; I thought I was actually going to find myself in that very same scenario that she explained. I thought all the shit I took and all that I did last night was gone make me all fucked up for today.

  “You right. I thought I was gone do that too, but nah girl. I’m here and I’m ready for work,” I said as I continued to laugh and made my way over to the front desk.

  As I was pulling up some more systems to get ready for the busy day, Mel made her way close to me and pulled up at seat by the front desk.

  “Sooooooo. We have a good hour or so to just chit chat and shit. Everything looks good to go for our busy day so let’s talk. What exactly happened last night? Gimme all the details. All of the important ones. Like, what y’all did, where did y’all go, what did Tyrek do for you, what did y’all do with one another, and did y’all have sex?”

  Mel leaned onto the desk with her chin rested in her hands, starin’ up at me as she waited for me to go on and tell her what happened. I looked at the clock and then back at her. I really did have quite some time to talk to her and tell her what the fuck went on so might as well.

  “Aight. So, I got all dolled up and shit and made myself look bad as fuck ‘cause we went to the club and I knew that we were gone be in the VIP so I wanted to look good.”

  “Pictures!” Mel interjected as she grabbed my iPhone and unlocked my screen to go through my pictures. Damn, I need to change up that password; she gets into my phone so damn easily. Whatever. I just watched as she looked through my pictures and gave me a look of approval or somethin’.

  “Cute. I love the outfit, you did look pretty fucking hot,” she said as she slid my phone back onto the desk. I smiled as I continued on.

  “Aight. So we were at this club and the music was on point. While we was in the VIP, there were strippers and drinks and drugs and shit so I joined in with my baby and we drank pretty heavily. After some time though, he left me to go talk to some niggas and I was all in my feels, feelin’ like I needed to go dance or take some drugs or some shit. But yeah, so this stripper, who was hot as fuck, led me somewhere and we smoked a lace blunt and from there I don’t remember much up until I danced with Tyrek and then ended up at his hotel.”

  Mel looked at me suspiciously and took my phone again, looking through the p
ictures and nodding when she saw pictures of Tyrek and I dancin’ and me on the stripper’s lap. I didn’t even know I had those pictures to be completely honest. I knew I had some, but I guess I never took the time to see all the other pictures.

  “Sooo. Now go through that. The sex and shit, I know y’all slept with one another. Tell me how you felt.”

  I looked at Mel with my eyebrow raised. Was she on to something? She usually interrogates me about shit with Tyrek anyway, but I don’t know, I feel like she tryna lead to some shit.

  “Uh, so we went inside the suite. He pushed me up against the wall just as I took off my heels and we got into it. It was hot like usual and it felt so good when he was kissin’ all up on me and shit. Then we fucked and climaxed not too long into it. Afterwards, I took a shower and he took me home. That was basically it.”

  I left it short and sweet, telling her what happened. I hoped that would be enough for her to get off my case but nope. She kept lookin’ at me like she wanted me to continue on and say some more shit.

  “Okay, okay. Now, I feel like you leavin’ out some shit. How did you feel after y’all fucked. Did y’all get all caked up with one another and cuddle or what?”

  “No. We didn’t. We just fucked and uh, he drove me home. I was pretty upset and annoyed about it, but he noticed it and kissed me before he left to go home.”

  Mel just shook her head and sat back in her chair.

  “He tried to make it better? Interesting. Look baby, I know how much you love this nigga but—”

  “But nothing, Mel!” I quickly interjected, knowing exactly where she was goin’ with this conversation. “Mel. I love him for what he is and for what he gives to me. You already know I accepted bein’ his side girl and I have to deal with this shit myself. I’m going to be his main, you just watch me!”

  Mel just shook her head again. “Listen. I know how you’re feelin’ and I hate soundin’ like a damn broken record, but you are my best friend and it hurts me to see you reaching for attention when you can have someone who gives you all that attention without you havin’ to reach. But I’m not going to prod you anymore, just know that my offer still stands, okay? Now, let’s have a better day and let’s do good, cool?”

  I just nodded my head and took in all she was saying to me. I didn’t wanna hear any more of what she had to say, although she did have a valid point. I still wanted Tyrek though. I knew that this was going to work out between us, I just knew it..

  Before we knew it, it was time to open up shop and handle our clients. Our hair stylists came in and got set up just before their first clients walked in. It was just as busy as we expected.

  *

  I found myself crawling back to my office after that long and tiring day. Not only were we booked and had all of our appointments show up, we had clients walk in and try to get appointments! Lucky for us, our hairstylists were able to work their magic and get people in and out, with good timing and good quality work, which allowed for some walk-ins to be squeezed in. All I knew was that I was beyond exhausted and needed a drink or four.

  Ring, Ring. Buzzzz.

  I looked over at my phone and felt all my fatigue brush off of me when I saw that it was Tyrek calling me.

  “Hey!” I said excitedly as I propped myself up into my chair and held my phone close to my ear.

  “Hey baby, whatchu up to?”

  “Just at work and shit. Bout to get off in a few though, what up?”

  “Listen. I really wanna hang wit you, but I can’t. I just called to let you know that I really wanna spend some time wit you, but I won’t be able to ‘cause I gotta handle some shit. Wit fam and some work business that needs to be taken care of. I really wanna be wit you though, I just can’t right now. Aight?”

  I usually don’t open my mouth and say anything, especially when I’m extra pissed off and know that I shouldn’t open my mouth to say shit, but today was different. For whatever reason, I felt the need to open up and say somethin’ for once.

  “Tyrek. What the fuck? How you gone call me and tell me you wanna kick it and shit but you can’t? That ain’t make no type of sense. You need to go handle yo shit? Go handle it! Shit.”

  “Danessa, watch yo fuckin’ tone with me, B! I said I got shit I need to deal with, aight? Yo ass should be grateful I’m even tellin’ you this shit. Damn girl! You ain’t even my main girl, so why you actin’ like you are? Be grateful, my nigga.”

  He was right, I turned up on him for no apparent reason . I mean I thought I had a valid reason for gettin' all hyped and shit, but he shut me down like I had no reason to get mad like that. It hurt for him to put me in my place, but he was right. I so wanted to tell him that I was actin’ like his main girl ‘cause that was where I wanted to be. I wanted to fucking be his main girl.

  “You right. My bad, baby. I’ll see you when you get done handlin’ yo shit.”

  “Aight.”

  Click

  I never understood why I cowered so much with him. The one time that I spoke up, I back tracked and let him say what he wanted. I just needed to be patient, I guess. I really do want to be his girl, and I want to show him that I am the one for him, not that other trick that he is hanging with! Well damn, now I have to wait for him to hit me up. I don’t know how long he is going to be away. Shit, I’m going to miss his touch and the amazing sex that we have. I’m just going to miss his company in general.

  I leaned back in my chair and thought about what Mel told me. I don’t know why what she told me earlier was runnin’ through my mind, but it was and it was eating at me. Maybe she was right about finding a man who will pay attention to me all the time and will only have me on their mind. No, no. I couldn’t let that shit get to my head. I wanted to stay hopeful and make it work with Tyrek. I would just have to wait…

  Chapter Four:

  Tyrek

  “Shit.” I muttered as I slid my dick in and out of my girl, Cynthia.

  I pinned her down against the bed as I kept fucking her. We had been goin’ at it for a few hours now and I was startin’ to get tired. The only reason we had kept goin’ was ‘cause this rabbit bitch wanted to fuck and have many orgasms. I don’t know what she was on, but a nigga like me ain’t the type to turn away sex, especially when you got a fine ass bitch all up on your lap willin’ to keep goin’ rounds. She moaned and screamed as I kept shovin’ my dick in her tight ass pussy.

  “I’m… I’m… I’m gonna come, daddy.” She softly moaned as she gripped onto the sheets.

  She damn near whispered those words and it was such a damn turn on and a motivation to keep on fuckin’ her hard and fast. It wasn’t too long before we both came. Her climax was so fucking great that she buckled forward and took me down with her, not givin’ me any time to pull out and nut all in her face like I like to. It was aight though, I was just glad to know that this bitch was done and satisfied ‘cause a nigga was fucking tired. As she rolled over onto the bed, she ended up rollin’ off and walked in my direction. I thought this bitch was goin’ to try to initiate some more shit with me, but nah, she just came to place a kiss on my lips before she headed off to the bathroom to take a bath or a shower or whatever. I was gone join her but I decided not to and ended up lying on the bed.

  Cynthia is my main bitch. Yeah, I got Danessa’s fine ass on the side, but Cynthia is the main girl who I decided to openly pronounce as my girl. She bad as fuck too with her long legs and model face. She real petite too, and her damn smooth caramel skin will make any nigga jealous and take a look at her. Not to mention, shawty got a fat ass and some tig ol bitties that I love to play with whenever we fuck. We been together for some years now, but a nigga ain’t ready for no serious commitment. How the fuck am I supposed to commit to this bitch if I got another one on my line too? Nah, I gotta keep my options open. The second I propose to this bitch, she gone start demandin’ kids and shit and I don’t want none of that, like at all. I already have kids to take care of and that is my dope and my business and shit. I got so
me feels for the bitch, just nothin’ too serious that’ll make me wanna put a ring on that shit, ya feel?

  “So Tyrek.” Cynthia said as she pulled me from my thoughts.”I love you baby, but when are we gone be somethin’? We been together for a couple years now and you ain’t told me what you wanted to do about us!”

  I looked at her and shook my head. I could understand where she was comin’ from ‘cause we had been together for some time now, but shit, she stay askin’ that question and I stay givin’ her the same damn response ‘cause shit, I’m not ready!

  “Cynthia, baby, how many times are you gone ask me that? How many times am I gone give you the same damn response? Baby, I got shit that I need to take care of. Some real business and moves that I gotta settle before I think about gettin' married, B.”

  She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. I walked away from the bed and made my way to the bathroom.