by Tynessa
“What’s up? What you walking up on a nigga like that for?” Ronny asked with a raised brow. Seeing the smirk on Alesha’s face he knew she was about to be on some bullshit. Some bullshit that he didn’t have time for.
Licking her lips, she began to speak. “I saw the way you were just looking at me. Why don’t we stop playing these games?” By now, Alesha was looking up at Ronny as she was running her hands up and down his chest.
“Playing what games? And how the fuck was I even looking at yo’ ass?” Ronny thought he was being discreet when he was eyeing that ass in those legging like he’d always done.
Taking his hand, Alesha placed it on that apple bottom of hers. It took everything in Ronny to not grip it, rub it or slap it, but he could honestly say he wasn’t turned on by Alesha at the moment. Hell, it even surprised him that his dick didn’t even get hard with her lil sexy ass standing that close to him.
“You mean to tell me you not trying to hit all this. I know you’re married and all but what happens in here tonight won’t leave this room. I can promise you, your secret will be safe with me.” Running her hand down to his dick, she gripped it and gave it a squeeze. Alesha was a little taken aback being that his shit wasn’t even hard with her pressing her hot body against his. This was a first. Usually a nigga would take one look at her ass and their shit would be solid hard. “Can I get it hard for you, daddy?” she asked as she caressed it through his jeans.
Ronny didn’t even bother to push her back as he leaned backwards onto the desk. It was a little distance between them so he folded his arms across his chest and looked into Alesha’s eyes. He didn’t know where all this boldness came from all of a sudden and had it been back in his days, he would have surely hit that shit.
“I never expected this behavior out of you lil mama. You didn’t get enough when Robert ol’ lady came up here to fuck you up? You said you feared for your life then, right?” Ronny asked but didn’t even give her a chance to answer. “Well if you feared for your life then, then baby girl I suggest you get the fuck up out of my face because my wife is the wrong bitch you wanna cross. When it comes to her husband, she ain’t gon’ think twice about that pretty lil face of yours before she starts fucking it up.”
Hell, if his wife didn’t give a damn about scratching up her own pretty ass face then she surely wouldn’t give a fuck about the next bitch’s face. Shaniqua looked better than her ass any damn way.
To say Alesha was shocked and embarrassed would’ve been a damn understatement. The whole time Ronny spoke, her mouth was wide opened.
“But I just—” she started but was cut off by Ronny’s outburst.
“You just a motherfucking thing! My shit wasn’t hard for a reason and that’s because I don’t want y’all thirsty ass hoes. You think I ain’t been noticed yo’ ass eye fucking me? I noticed that shit and everybody else did too, but I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. I should’ve been fired yo’ ass when my wife told me too. But you can bet yo’ ass is fired now,” Ronny informed her. He was heated. Yeah, he had noticed the little shit Alesha would say and her little flirts would go ignored, but for her to jump bold and began feeling herself was unacceptable.
“But Ronny, we can just forget that this happened. I won’t speak a word to anyone, just don’t fire me,” she pleaded. Ronny almost felt sorry for her but he couldn’t just give her a free pass. Had he let her continue to work for him like that shit never happened, things wouldn’t even be the same. And what if Shaniqua found out? He could jeopardize his marriage because he felt sorry for a ho because she needed her job.
“You should’ve thought about that before you came into my office feeling yo’ self and shit. Goodnight and I’ll mail you your check! Oh, and hand me my keys,” he demanded with a stretched hand. The whole time Ronny went off on her, he stood there with his arms folded and spoke in a calm tone.
“Are you being serious right now?” she asked once she removed the set of keys.
“Goodnight!” Once again, he dismissed her. Walking over to her belongings, Alesha snatched her things up and left out quietly and angrily. She couldn’t believe she’d just played herself like that. Not only was she turned down but she was fired as well.
As she was walking to the front door, Shaniqua was walking through it. With a frown on her face, Shaniqua looked Alesha up and down, wondering what the fuck she was still doing there. Before she went inside she saw Ronny’s truck there and that’s why she decided to go in.
Clearing her throat, she decided to find out. “Hey Lesha. What you still doing here?” Wiping the tears from her eyes, Alesha informed her that she was just leaving. Of course Shaniqua couldn’t help but wonder what she was crying for. Being that Ronny was there, she was surely going to get an answer from him. Eyeing her suspiciously, Shaniqua then asked, “Where’s my husband?”
“He inside the office. I have to go. It was nice knowing you and tell Ronny I’m sorry.” With that, Alesha began walking towards the door.
“Sorry for the hell what?” Shaniqua could honestly say she’d grown up a lot. Before she and Ronny got married she would’ve beat this woman’s ass just from being alone there with Ronny. She knew Alesha wanted her husband but because she trusted him, she would always brush her little flirts off.
“I’m pretty sure he’ll tell you,” Alesha stated as she walked on out the door. Shaniqua watched her walk to her car and start it up before she headed upstairs to Ronny’s office. Somebody was going to tell her what the hell she was sorry about. Running up the stairs, Shaniqua headed straight to her husband’s office on a mission.
“What the hell is she sorry about?” she barged in and asked.
Ronny was already leaned against his desk waiting for her. He wanted to watch Alesha leave to make sure she wasn’t on no sneaky type shit, so he’d been watching the surveillance camera since she walked out his office. Now, he didn’t know what was said but he knew Alesha didn’t tell Shaniqua what she had done because had she done that, Ronny would be pulling his wife off her at the moment.
“What in the hell you doing out this time of night Shan?” he questioned her. It was too damn late for his wife to be out running the streets alone.
“I been blowing up your phone for hours then, when you did finally call me back, you let the phone ring once and hung up. I tried calling you back but you didn’t answer so I came to see what was going on. Hell, you could’ve been laid out some damn where, but instead you was up in here with that ho. Now, what in the fuck was going on for her to be sorry about?” Shaniqua asked as she huffed and puffed.
Grabbing her hand, Ronny pulled her between his legs as he smirked. “Oh, you were worried about a nigga, huh? Just earlier you and Niyah both, were ready to fuck my ass up.” Yeah, he might’ve been making jokes about it, but his heart was still broken that his baby girl felt that way about him.
“Whatever nigga! Regardless, you still my husband so I had to come check on you. Now what was the lil ho sorry about? Please don’t make me act a fool in this damn office Ronny, because you know I will. What the fuck was y’all doing in here alone with this shit being closed?”
“Nothing happened girl. She tried to give me the lil cat but of course I turned the shit down.”
“What? That bitch did what?” Shaniqua shouted.
“I ain’t want that shit and I let her ass know that. I don’t know why her ass felt all bold and shit to step to me but it cost her, her fucking job.” Shaniqua was pissed beyond words and her hands were now trembling as Ronny held them. “Stop that! You don’t have shit to worry about girl,” Ronny assured his wife as he kissed her neck.
“Humph, and if I would’ve known that, I would’ve beat her ass down there. Bitch! That’s exactly why I don’t fuck with hoes now, because they smile in your face and go after your man behind yo’ back. I swear to God, Ronny, I’ma end up going to jail behind yo’ ass for either beating a bitch ass or killing you.” Ronny looked at Shaniqua and laughed. “You think I’m playing. I kee
p telling you that if I can’t have yo’ ass then nobody can.”
“I believe you and you believe me when I say the feeling is mutual.” Smacking her butt, Ronny looked down at the long dress she was wearing as he now caressed her ass. “I’ma beat yo’ ass if you ever come out this time of night looking for me. It’s too late for you to be running the streets with no drawls and shit.” Giggling, Shaniqua pressed her face against Ronny’s chest. “It ain’t funny!”
“I know, but all kinds of shit were running through my head so I just jumped up, put this on and ran out the house. Ray’Shun was sleep so I just told him to watch the kids and left.” Wrapping her arms around Ronny’s neck, she kissed his lips. “You know me wearing no drawls is turning you on.”
“Damn sho’ is. I ain’t gon’ even lie. I slick wanna bend yo’ ass over on this desk right now.”
“Ain’t nothing to it but to do it.” Stepping back, Shaniqua removed her dress while Ronny walked over to shut and lock his door. There was no one else in there but he wanted to be cautious. When he walked back over, Shaniqua was already bent over the desk with her right leg propped up. Ronny just stared at her round ass with a smile. There was no way in hell he would fuck up all that for a nothing ass hoe.
Chapter 14
Ronny was downstairs in his man cave kicking it with Bino and his brother while watching the game. He’d been too busy dealing with the shit that was going on in his household that he hadn’t been chilling with his day one niggas. Hell, no one even knew about Destiny’s pregnancy but since she was going to be showing in a couple of months, he might as well inform his guys.
“Man, Destiny done fucked around and got pregnant,” Ronny blurted out to no one in particular. He was puffing on the blunt while staring off in space. His baby girl being pregnant had really fucked his whole world up.
Both Cornell and Bino’s heads shot towards Ronny so fast, with their lips slightly parted in hopes that he was lying. The serious, deep in thought expression on his face told them that he was indeed telling the truth. Plus, Ronny wouldn’t make nothing like that up about either one of his kids.
“What? Man you tripping, bruh. What you say?” asked Cornell. He didn’t want to believe his little niece had gone out and did the unthinkable.
“The fuck? Nigga, is you for real?” Bino asked with as much disbelief dripping from his voice as Cornell. Ronny finally nodded his head up and down as he inhaled the blunt once again. He was still in shock his damn self.
“Who the fuck was stupid enough to get my lil niece pregnant?” Bino’s ass was heated and ready to kill the lil nigga that had knocked her up. No, Destiny might have not been his biological niece but he loved her just the same as if she were. He didn’t have any siblings and Ronny and Cornell was the closest thing to it, so of course he would be ready to go into beast mode. He loved their kids as if they were his.
“Shid, some lil punk mothafucka,” Ronny said in a nonchalant hush tone. He was over the whole thing.
Yeah, he wanted nothing more than to kill Man’s ass, but what would that solve? His grandchild would be fatherless and he would be in prison for murder. The thought of leaving his wife and kids because of some shit Destiny should’ve known better than to do, was the only reason he hadn’t put a bullet or two in Man. After all, it was just as much of her fault as his.
Ronny didn’t agree with the shit Shaniqua had said to Robyn about Man; he should’ve just walked away. Destiny might’ve been his daughter but Ronny was a man first and he knew no dude was going to turn down a chick. Not a straight dude anyways.
“Damn, that’s fucked up. Lil Destiny?” Cornell asked with a raised brow and all Ronny did was nod his head up and down. Grabbing the remote, Ronny muted the game and listened closely at all the commotion that was coming from upstairs. It sounded as if someone was ransacking the house. There were footsteps being heard and a lot of yelling going on.
All three guys looked at one another before dashing towards the stairs.
“You think just cause you pregnant I won’t fight you. I don’t care ‘bout you being pregnant,” they heard Shaniyah yell as they entered the living room. Both she and Destiny’s hair were standing on top of their heads and their clothes were out of place, indicating that they’d been fighting. Plus, there was shit knocked over on the coffee table in the sitting room where the TV was.
Rushing over, Ronny yanked Shaniyah off Destiny where she had her pinned down on the couch. “What the fuck is y’all doing?” he yelled out. Where the hell was Shaniqua at while his kids were up there fighting? he wondered.
“I didn’t ask you to care! You think somebody supposed to be scared of you but I’m not,” Destiny roared as she tried to rush over to Shaniyah but was grabbed by Cornell.
“Aye… Y’all better calm y’all lil asses down before I beat it. Y’all know damn well I don’t tolerate this bullshit. What the fuck is wrong with y’all?” Ronny asked. Neither one of the kids said anything as they stood there huffing and puffing while staring at one another as if they were enemies on the street. “Oh, so y’all don’t hear me talking to y’all? What the fuck y’all in here fighting for?” he asked again.
“Because I was sitting here minding my own business and she came in here bothering me. I told her ugly self to leave me alone but she didn’t listen so I had to beat her up,” Shaniyah explained as she tried to get Destiny once again. It took everything in Ronny to hold in his laughter. Shaniyah was every bit of her mother. Once she was upset, there was no calming her down. To be honest, it reminded him of the time that Shaniqua and Star had gotten into it.
“Ugly? I look way better than you!” Destiny shot back with a roll of her eyes. “And tell the truth. The only reason you don’t wanna be bothered is because of Kush. All I did was ask you if you wanted me to have Man to deliver a message for you and you started acting crazy. I’m tryna help you out.”
Ronny was really starting to get tired of hearing about those guys. It seemed he couldn’t get through a day without hearing Man and Kush’s name. That shit was starting to irritate him and the frustrating breath he blew out with the shake of his head and the roll of his eyes, let it show.
“And I told you I don’t need you to tell Man nothing for me. If I wanted Kush to know something, then I would tell him myself.” Once again, Shaniyah tried to get over to her sister. Destiny wasn’t backing down or scared of her, either. She stood there like, ‘bitch I wish you would.’
“That’s enough! I’m getting real sick of hearing those lil mothafuckas name in my house. Y’all letting some lil knuckleheads cause beef between y’all?” Ronny asked in disbelief. This shit was getting out of hand.
“It ain’t about Kush! I told her to leave me alone and she didn’t.” There Shaniyah goes defending him again.
“I don’t give a damn! Y’all getting a little too comfortable talking about them around me. I don’t wanna hear neither one of their names in this fucking house I pay bills at and that’s the end of it. Clean up this damn mess and I don’t wanna hear shit else out of nan one of y’all ungrateful asses. Y’all don’t appreciate shit! Me and Shan break our fucking necks for y’all lil asses and what you do? Go out and do what the fuck y’all wanna do, like y’all grown. Hell, if you that damn grown then I suggest you go out and get your own shit,” Ronny stated to no one in particular. “Every time I turn around, y’all talking about those lil mothafuckas. If y’all care that much about them then I suggest you go live with them and their mama.”
As they were cleaning up, Ronny took a seat on the couch, as well as Bino and Cornell. It was a damn shame he couldn’t even hang out with his brother without any bullshit. This just couldn’t be life.
“And where the hell is y’all mama while y’all in here acting a fucking fool?” Ronny asked.
“She said she was going to Auntie Brooke’s house,” Destiny informed him.
“Why the hell y’all didn’t go with her?” Ronny asked as he grabbed his phone and called Shaniqua. Even if they didn�
��t go with her, she could’ve at least informed him that she was leaving. Her phone rung twice then the call was forwarded to the voicemail. “Niyah, you got one more time to put your hands on your sister.” When he said that, Shaniyah’s head snapped around so fast.
“But she can hit me though?” she asked. Ronny didn’t know what the deal was with that child. When did she become sensitive all of a sudden? It was as if he couldn’t even joke with her the way that he used to. Yeah, they were definitely in need of a father and daughter day out. He had to get to the bottom of this shit.
“Now, you know I’m not saying that. I don’t want either one of you fighting but you know she’s pregnant. You might not care but don’t do the shit no more.” Nothing else was said as Shaniyah stormed up to her room. Nowadays, it took all Ronny had in him not to put his hands on that child.
Just as Destiny was heading up the stairs, the front door swung open and in walked Ray’Shun. Being that he shut the door behind him, it seemed that he was alone.
“Really, Ray’Shun? You didn’t have to slam the door in my face,” in walked Trinity and said. Just that quick, Ray’Shun was sitting on the couch watching TV as if she hadn’t said a thing to him. “I can’t stand yo’ rude self,” she fussed as she flopped down.
Rolling his eyes upwards, Ronny asked, “And what in the hell is wrong with y’all?” That was all Trinity needed to hear for her to vent.
“Your son is still messing around with these nasty girls, Pops. Could you please talk some sense into him?”
Looking at her with a scowl, Ray’Shun was about ready to snap on Trinity. Not because she was putting his father and uncles in his business, but simply because she was on that bullshit again. It had been a week and she was still stuck on that damn picture and video. He’d told her if she wanted to leave him because of the shit they sent to her phone, then go; if not, then leave the shit alone. He hadn’t done anything but he wasn’t about to keep explaining himself if she wasn’t going to believe him. That was just a waste of breath.