What Bae Won't Do Saga

by Genesis Woods

  “Shit! Uh, just a minute,” I yelled. I didn’t know who was at the door. Being caught up with Mya’s ass again was something that I could live without. It was already enough that Toby and Niecey walked in on us last time.

  “You need to go in the bathroom, close the door, and be quiet.”

  “Why?” she said with a smirk. “Do you think JaNair hides Semaj when someone comes to the house?”

  My nostrils flared, and my fist tightened just from her mentioning that nigga’s name. That shit she told me about them kissing still pissed me off. That night at the hospital, I wanted to strangle the shit out of that nigga. He was real lucky Toby and security were there; otherwise, he would’ve been laid up next to JaNair.

  When I asked her a couple of days later about their relationship and why he felt the need to come to the hospital, her response was that that were just friends and he was only worried about her. I searched her face for any hint of dishonesty. When I didn’t see any, I couldn’t do anything but believe what she was saying. Besides, I didn’t have any real concrete evidence. Just Mya’s hating ass planting that bug in my ear.

  “Look, just get your ass in there and be quiet,” I whispered harshly.

  After standing there in defiance for a few more seconds, she turned on her heels and pranced her ass into the bathroom. But not before she turned around and blew me a kiss.

  I shook my head and straightened up my desk a bit before I told whoever it was to enter.

  When who was at the door walked in, my body instantly froze. I wanted to turn my head to see if the bathroom door was still closed, but I didn’t want this person to follow my gaze and see that someone was in here too.

  “Long time no see, huh, Jerome?”

  I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but was having a hard time doing so. I was praying that this person would leave just as fast as she came.

  “Cat got your tongue?” She walked around my desk. “That’s funny, seeing how you always had shit to say when my ass was tooted up in the air on this very desk and your dick was drilling a hole deep in my pussy.”

  Fuck! I hope Mya didn’t hear that.

  “Wh . . . What can I do for you?” I asked, ignoring her previous statement.

  She laughed as she looked around my office. When she saw the picture of me and JaNair turned over, she picked it up.

  “I see you still get that guilty feeling when you in here fucking the next bitch. You know, turning over the picture won’t make it hurt any less once she finds out.”

  I dragged my hand down my face and blew out a breath. My patience was really starting to wear thin now. This was one of the reasons why I wished I never started fucking with her. She was always on some bullshit.

  “Look, LaLa, either state your business for coming here or get on. I got work to do,” I said, gathering up a few pieces of paper from my desk.

  She smirked. “Well, since you put it that way, let me get right to the point. I just wanted you to know that I’m a little over three months pregnant, and there’s a possibility that you are the father.”

  As if anything at that moment couldn’t get any worse . . . it did.

  “You got this bitch pregnant, Jerome?” Mya screamed as she busted out of the bathroom.

  LaLa looked from Mya then to me. She shook her head, then started to laugh so hard, tears were coming from her eyes.

  “Wow. No wonder JaNair had to take a cab home from the hospital.”

  Shit! I cursed to myself. I was supposed to pick JaNair up after she was discharged at noon. I looked at the time and got mad as hell. It was already after four. I shot Mya a heated glare. Not only was my phone under my desk when I found it, but the ringer was turned all the way off. I didn’t hear not one of the twenty calls JaNair placed to my phone.

  “Look, y’all need to raise up out of here. I have to go see about Jay.”

  They both stopped midsentence in their argument and turned to look at me.

  “Oh, so now you’re worried about JaNair? You wasn’t thinking about her ass ten minutes ago when your dick was down my throat,” Mya screamed.

  I didn’t even respond to her simple ass. Mya really had another think coming if she thought I was going to leave JaNair for her. LaLa, on the other hand, I’d have to deal with her on another day. I doubted the baby was mine. I made sure to strap up every time I dipped up in her pussy.

  Shaking my head, I ushered both of them out of my office, locked up, and headed to JaNair.

  LaNiece

  “Wow, Mya, is there any man of JaNair’s that you won’t sleep with?” I asked as I left her dumb ass standing in front of the door Jerome basically pushed us out of.

  “Bitch, you’re one to talk. Does JaNair know about your possible baby daddy being her man?”

  I ignored this ho and kept on walking. I didn’t need to explain shit to her—or anyone else, for that matter.

  Yeah, I fucked up by having sex with my best friend’s man, but the only person who would have the privilege of questioning me about that would be JaNair. Hell, I at least owe her that much for betraying our friendship the way I did.

  “Look, Mya, I would appreciate it if you kept that little conversation you heard today between you, me, and Jerome.”

  “Why?” she asked as she folded her arms across her chest. “This may be more beneficial to me if she does find out. There’s no way she would stay with Jerome after the news of her best friend carrying his unborn child comes to light. You’ve had the dick, so I know you remember how good it is, and I want it all for myself.”

  I rolled my eyes at this dumb bitch and walked to my car which was, ironically, parked next to hers. I don’t see how I missed that. You would be able to tell her car from anywhere. Who gets a personalized license plate on a powder-blue 2003 Honda Accord that says “YNVMYA”? This pipe dream-having bitch, that’s who.

  “Mya, what makes you think that Jerome would come running to you once JaNair kicks his ass to the curb?”

  She didn’t even look away from her phone as she responded. “Because I know how to treat and keep a man.”

  I laughed at the crazy broad. If that was the case, why couldn’t she find her own man? That was the question I should’ve asked her, but I wanted to know what her ho ass was talking about, so I asked the next logical question to her response.

  “And how do you do that?”

  She finally looked up from her phone. “By keeping his dick empty and his stomach full! You think if JaNair was fucking him right, he’d be breaking me off or letting me suck him up?”

  She had a point there. But some niggas were supposed to be off-limits, especially when they belonged to family. Then again, who am I to talk? What was supposed to be a one-time accident turned into a few weeks of late-night accidents . . . and a possible baby.

  “Where’s Niecey?” she asked, breaking me from my train of thought.

  “I don’t know. The last time we talked, she was getting ready to go out on a date.”

  “With who?”

  “Damn, bitch, call her and ask her.”

  “Well, I hope it ain’t Big Will’s trifling ass.”

  That comment sorta threw me for a loop. Why would she say something like that? There’s no way she could possibly . . .

  “You know, with all the secrets you got going for you, you should put a lock on this phone,” she said as she held up my iPhone.

  “How did you . . .”

  “Jerome handed it to me when he kicked us out. He must’ve thought it was mine.” She shrugged her shoulders and gave me my cell.

  The dumb smirk she had on her face already told me that she knew my other little secret. I’m pretty sure her nosy ass went through all of the messages in my inbox. I don’t know why I didn’t erase any of this shit. This is the exact reason why niggas get caught up. Always saving shit they should’ve deleted after reading.

  “LaLa, I see we have more in common than what I thought. I wonder what would happen if both JaNair and Niecey knew tha
t their boyfriends could possibly be your baby daddy.”

  Damn, I was busted again. I shook my head in embarrassment. It was true. The third man who could possibly be the father of my child was my sister’s on-again, off-again boyfriend, Big Will.

  I hit him up a few days ago with the news, and he’s been texting and calling me ever since, telling and asking me to get an abortion. The nigga was so worried about Niecey finding out that he even threatened to beat the baby out of me if I didn’t.

  I thought about it. I thought about it a lot. The two people who mean the most to me in this world were going to basically hate me once this shit got out. And now with Mya knowing this other secret I was trying to keep, I had to hurry up and decide on what I was going to do.

  “Look, LaLa, I can see that you don’t want this to get out yet, and I’m willing to keep your little secret . . . but only on one condition.”

  “What’s that?”

  She licked her lips. “You help me get Jerome all for myself.”

  Against my better judgment, I asked, “And how can I do that?”

  “With one name . . . Semaj!”

  Mya

  I left the parking lot of the Lotus Bomb happy as hell. Not only had operation Take Down Jerome been completed, but operation Make Jerome My Man was now in the works.

  I shook my head. LaLa’s ass has a lot of nerve talking about me and my extracurricular activities. Especially when she’s been a busy little slut bucket herself.

  I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel some type of way about her possibly having Jerome’s baby. Then again, I’m not his girl . . . yet, so I shouldn’t be feeling shit.

  The traffic on the 405 was surprisingly flowing, and that just made my night even better.

  However, my phone buzzing again in my cup holder started to irritate me. I already knew it was this nigga named Cassan that I met a few days ago at the gas station. He was cute, and it looked like he had a little bit of money, so I gave him my number and told him to call me. The whole time I was in Jerome’s office, he had been blowing me up. I made the mistake of texting that fool two hours ago and telling him that I would slide through. I guess he was getting a little impatient.

  “Hello!” I yelled into the phone. I really didn’t want to pick this bitch up, but I knew he’d continue to call until I did. Those damn talking-on-your-phone-while-driving tickets were a bitch, and if I got one, he would definitely be paying for it.

  “Damn, baby, I’ve been calling you for the last thirty minutes.”

  You mean hour!

  “I was busy. What’s up, though?”

  “Shit, I’m trying to see what’s up with you.”

  See, this was the shit I hated about some niggas. All that beating around the bush stuff was so played out. He knew what he wanted, yet he sits on the phone trying to cupcake me first.

  “Look, Cassan, I’m on the freeway right now headed toward the city. Text me the address when we get off the phone, and I’ll be there within the next twenty minutes.”

  “That’s what’s up, Mia.”

  “You mean, Mya,” I corrected. Did this fool really just call me by the wrong name? He most definitely was going to pay for that.

  “My bad, Mya. I’m about to hit you with that text, though. See you in a minute.”

  I didn’t even say bye before I hung up on his ass. Two minutes later, a text came through with the address.

  Damn, he practically lives right around the corner from me, I thought as I listened to the directions coming from my GPS. I wonder why we haven’t met sooner, I thought to myself as I drove toward the address he texted.

  I was sorta glad that he was close to the house, though. I could stop by and freshen up a bit even if it will be in the dark. I hadn’t been home since the day the lights got cut off. I know JaNair’s ass was pissed when she got home, but, hey, what could I do?

  When I didn’t have the money to pay that light bill, I packed me a little overnight bag and went to stay at Ryan’s. I knew I’d have to work my ass off to get the money from him if I asked, so why not stay somewhere where the lights are on in the process? After fucking and sucking him up for a week, he finally broke bread. I was planning on paying the bill today but got a little sidetracked when I popped up at Jerome’s office. I’ll pay that shit tomorrow.

  Getting off of the freeway on my exit, I hit a few corners before I made it to our street. When I pulled up to the house, I instantly became pissed that there was a car in the driveway already, causing me to have to park my shit a few houses down.

  I noticed that the porch light was on. JaNair must’ve gone on ahead and paid the electric bill when she got home and discovered that there were no lights. That was good looking on her part too, because now I can pocket that $250 Ryan had given me earlier.

  I grabbed my bag and took my keys out of the ignition. I was just about to open my car door but closed it right back when a white car zoomed by.

  “CHVYLVR” is what I read on the license plate, so I already knew who it was.

  “On your way to do some damage control, aye, Jerome?” I said as I watched him block our driveway.

  He left the parking lot of the lounge way before I did, so I’m kind of surprised that he’s just now getting here. Hmm, I wonder where he went.

  I watched as he hopped out of his car with the biggest bouquet of flowers that I’ve ever seen. I shook my head. This nigga.

  He banged on the door for what seemed like ten minutes before it was finally opened. When I saw the way his body tensed up when Semaj’s sexy ass answered the door, I laughed.

  Jerome was fucking up big time and was making this so much easier for a wedge to be driven between him and JaNair. I might not even need LaLa’s ass to help me with this operation after all, I thought as I started to pull off.

  I knew I said I was going to go in, but I changed my mind about freshening up. I really didn’t feel like hearing JaNair’s mouth about the light bill, and I didn’t want to interrupt whatever was about to go down between Semaj and Jerome. I decided to just head on over to Cassan’s and do what I needed to do there.

  I smirked as I passed by the house and saw their little standoff. Once I fuck Jerome a couple more times and show him how close Semaj and JaNair were becoming, this is gonna be like taking candy from a baby.

  JaNair

  “Damn, Semaj!” I screamed out as I came for the third time. My legs clamped around his head while my hand pulled on his dreads.

  “You keep pulling my hair like that and I won’t ever stop,” he said against my slick folds as his tongue traced my throbbing bud.

  A smirk crossed my lips as I pulled on his hair again. Instantly, my eyes rolled to the back of my head when his cool tongue darted out of his mouth.

  “Damn,” was all I could say as I came for the fourth time. Semaj’s head game was the truth. Never in my life have I come so many times just by dome alone.

  When Semaj’s grip around my waist became tighter, a frown decorated my face. Although those two weeks in the hospital gave me some time to heal up, I was still experiencing some sort of discomfort.

  Coming yet again, I didn’t know if I could take any more of his vicious assault on my clit. When I tried to scoot away from him, he locked his arms around my thighs and held me in place.

  The pain from my injury was starting to get worse by the minute, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I really needed to take some more of my pain pills.

  Before I could even tell him we should pause for a second, there was a thunderous knock on my door.

  “Semaj! Someone’s . . . at . . . the . . . do . . . do . . . door,” I managed to get out between breaths.

  After repeating myself for a second time and hearing the door being banged on again, he slowly kissed my clit, then my lips a few more times before he rose up and stood between my legs.

  “It’s probably just Li’l Ray,” he said as he nuzzled his nose into my neck. “I’ll go get rid of him, then come back and finish what we
started.”

  He pressed his bulging manhood against my center and stepped back.

  Even through his jeans I could feel the heat radiating from that thang.

  I nodded my head and slipped off of the sink, wincing from the pain that shot up to my hip when my feet hit the floor.

  Unknowingly adding more pain to what I was already feeling, Semaj took it upon his self to smack me hard as hell on the ass as he was leaving.

  The discomfort I was feeling as I pulled my pants back on had me moaning a bit. I tried to sit down on top of the toilet but had second thoughts when the pain started to intensify.

  “Fuck!” I hissed as I placed my hands on both sides of the sink to steady myself.

  I opened up the medicine cabinet and started to go through all of the junk that Mya had piled in it. I was hoping and praying that she had some sort of pain drug on deck.

  I shook my head when a few boxes of Monistat 7 fell into the sink.

  “Damn, she must stay with yeast infections,” I said to myself as I continued my search.

  I had just found a bottle of 800s when the sound of arguing echoed throughout my home.

  “What the fuck are you doing answering my girl’s door half-naked, nigga?” Jerome’s voice boomed in my living room.

  My body instantly froze. Hearing his voice had me feeling a little guilty. Not once did Jerome cross my mind as I let Semaj dine on me.

  “That would be a question you need to ask your girl,” I heard Semaj reply.

  “Muthafucka, I’m asking you. Every time I come around, your ass is somewhere in the vicinity. JaNair!” he yelled.

  “Nigga, keep your voice down,” Semaj hissed. “You weren’t worried about your girl when she needed a ride home or while the lights were turned off in this muthafucka.”

  “I don’t have to explain shit to you, my nigga. And if you know what’s best, you’d take your nappy-headed ass home and stay out of my girl’s face.”

  I couldn’t move as fast as I wanted to, but I was trying. It felt as if I were moving at a snail’s pace.