“I love da way you say my name, my baby.”
He grabbed my face and turned it so that my lips were accessible. Right there on the carousel, we engaged in a kiss so sloppy that we should have been fined for fornicating in public.
“Glow.”
“Hmmm?” I was floating, and I hadn’t had anything to induce intoxication. I was on a dick high. I was on a Tunan high. I had completely dropped my guard and was agreeing to be this man’s wife for real, and nothing in me was screaming to run.
“Tonight, when we get to yo’ spot, I wanna talk ’bout some shit dat you need to know. If we gone do this, I wanna be one hundred percent transparent. Aite?”
I licked my lips and nodded.
“You got me fucked up!” A loud voice startled me to the point that I tried to get up, but Tunan’s strong arms kept me planted.
A shapely woman, who looked as if smoke was blowing from her head, stood over us. She was cute and had curves for days, but I’d never seen her before in my life.
“Excuse me?” I asked, confusion written on my face.
I tried peeling Tunan’s hands from my waist again but to no avail. I didn’t like this woman, whoever she was, standing over me, especially with the way she was huffing and puffing.
“Tunan, dis what we doing?”
My head whipped around so fast that I knew my tresses had slapped him in the face. Tunan, though, had a stale expression on his face and looked unbothered as fuck.
“Who the fuck is this bitch?” she shouted.
My head snapped again, this time looking at the woman who knew who Tunan was, wondering who she was calling a bitch.She was pointing at me, as if she deserved answers more than I did.
I instantly slapped her hand out of my face. “Don’t put your fucking hand in my face.”
“So you can’t talk, Tunan?” She snaked her head, ignoring me once she realized I was no punk.
“Who is this, Tune?” I asked, keeping my eyes on her because I refused to be caught off guard.
“Ion know, my baby.”
“So you don’t know me, Tunan Payne?”
“Hell nawl! Get da fuck up outta my wife’s face, doe.”
Her eyes went to my ring, and she looked as if she was about to blow a gasket. “Wife? So you come to my house the other night and shoot my nigga, but you out here playing husband? What the fuck did you do to me? I woke up naked on the floor of my bedroom.”
Tunan hopped up carefully, moving me behind him, but getting in the woman’s face. I couldn’t have heard her right. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I pulled my dress down as I gathered myself.
“Bitch, you know dat ain’t how it went! Stop da fuckin’ cap, garbage-ass hoe!”
“Nigga, you was at my house last night and you shot my nigga!”
Tunan grabbed her around the neck and squeezed while jerking her body.
“Tunan!” I scoffed as I looked around.
“Mane, fuck dis weak-ass bitch!”
“Get your hands off her!”
He shoved her, making her tumble over a garbage can that I hadn’t noticed until now. She hopped up from the spilled trash, leaving her Foot Locker shopping bag and fake Gucci purse on the floor.
“Stella, take yo’ sour-ass on, hoe!”
