“I wasn’t sour for the year and a half that we were together!”
“Hunh?” I looked back and forth between the two.
“Yes! I’m his fiancée!”
“Bitch, you wish!” He walked in her direction, and she immediately backed out of his reach.
“Tunan, don’t lie for this hoe! With yo’ abusive ass! The only reason why we broke up is because this nigga couldn’t keep his hands to himself!”
My hand grabbed at my stomach as the carousel began to spin, only it wasn’t spinning. My senses were.
“Don’t believe her, my baby.” Tunan turned to my direction.
“Believe me,my baby! Look!” She pulled her phone from her breast and flipped it so that I could see the screen.
There was a picture of her, and she looked unrecognizable with her busted eyes, knotted head, and swollen, broken nose.
“Look!” She swiped, and there was Tunan’s mugshot except he had locs that hung around his face.
I had to blink a few times to be sure that it was him, but aside from his hair, it was the same face. She zoomed in, and domestic violence and aggravated assault were listed among the charges. My mouth went dry and my hands trembled. I could feel bile rising up my throat, so I turned and let it out. Chunks of my lunch splashed all over my feet, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop throwing up, even if I wanted to.
“Glow! Dis hoe lyin?—”
“Bitch!”
With vomit still flowing from my mouth, my head was yanked backward, and I was dragged to the floor. I felt a pounding on my head just as the vomit stopped, and before I could react, my head was let go with a jerk.
“Bitch! You got me fucked up!” Tunan had pulled Stella off of me and had slammed her on the ground into my splatter of throw up.
“I’ll kill you hoe!” He heaved heavily as he held her to the ground.
“Police! Put your hands up!”
Four officers tackled Tunan, one slipping in the throw up, while Stella caught her breath. Backing away, I watched as Tunan was being read his rights and handcuffed, while Stella was screaming that she wanted to press charges.
Who the fuck did I marry?
Chapter 28
Bahati
“So… Where did you say we’re going?”
I was giddy as hell. I’d been pissed that Shio came home around four in the morning when that was usually the time he’d get up to work out. My attitude was short-lived when he told me we were going out today. Shio had driven me to a hair salon not far from his home earlier, since I still showed no interest in driving, where I’d gotten a full-on treatment. Braids were my signature, but since he’d insisted that the place where we were going was fancy, I had the stylist remove my braids and give me a weave. We agreed on a thirty-something color, and the brown was a perfect contrast with my dark skin. I’d decided on fringe bangs and thirty-inch virgin bundles. Now that I had gone this route, it was going to be hard for me to go back to braids. Thankfully, I had access to Shio’s unlimited funds to afford the expensive weaves.
Shio activated the left turn signal before merging into that lane. I felt like a princess riding as a passenger. When I got home from the salon, I felt like a million bucks. I had gotten my entire body waxed, a full set, and a pedicure in the color milk bath, which was a cloudy white with hints of chrome that lookedamazing on my nails. It was going to be my new signature color and design.
“I didn’t.” Shio’s deep voice seemed to shake the car and land in the seat of my panties.
Three plus years, and Shio had only gotten sexier. Back then, I felt like I hit the lottery when I came across him. He looked so damn out of place in the library, all thugged out and rugged. I thought he was there for the second-chance program that the library hosted weekly, but I got the shock of my life when one of the librarians led him to me. He wanted to learn a new language. I wasn’t fluent in the language he requested, but I knew I wanted him in my space, so I convinced him to learn Swahili. It took nine months for him to become fluent, but after about three months, he had the basic language down. By month ten, I was riding his dick. At first, he wouldn’t give in. Shio was very clear on not mixing business with pleasure. He almost slipped through the cracks until I figured out what it was I could do to hook him. Sometimes during our sessions, he’d step outside, and me being the nosy girl I am, I noticed he was serving customers or his cousins were dropping off product to him. One day, I overheard them complaining about an inconsistent plug and knew that was my chance.
My father had always been into drugs. It was how he put himself through school, being a low-level dealer. It took nothing for me to convince my papa to add Shio to his list. But like all good things, it came to an end when I let my jealousy get the best of me. This time, I was doing things the right way. I’d thought Shio was going to kill me. I could see it in his eyes all those years ago. Life was slipping from my body but then he stopped. This time, I was not letting anything stop me from making him mine, and this spontaneous date was proof that I was doing things right.
There was a dress laid out on the bed when he picked me up from the salon. I’d always looked good in red. The dress was short, felt nice to the touch, and draped at the shoulders. The gold Christian Louboutin heels and gold accessories added the perfect touch. I was so excited that I dressed early and spent two hours taking pictures and videos of myself. When Shio knocked on my door, I almost fainted at the delicious sight before me. I had mostly seen him in black, but tonight, he was in tan. Tan slacks that were wide at the leg but not in a feminine or bell-bottom style, a shirt made from the same material as the pants that hugged his abs just right, and Cartier frames on his face. He looked so incredibly good and smelled marvelous. He’d been rejecting my advances, but I knew tonight was the night.
Shio’s dick was huge. I knew because I’d never forgotten. Even when he was choking the life out of me while pumping his dick in and out of my pussy, I found myself fighting pleasure and the will to live. I’d never been with a man who was as blessed as he in the sex department. Tonight would not only be the night I would have him again, but tonight would solidify our future forever. He was mine after tonight, and no one could stop us.
Flipping the visor down, I checked my lipstick. The MUA at the hair salon had done her thing. The matte-chocolate lip was perfect with the dress and gold accents. A red lip was a little too bold for me, and I was going for elegant class tonight. When I was satisfied with what I saw, I went to flip the visor up and caught a glimpse of the back seat. The baby’s car seat was back there, but it was empty. Now that I thought about it, he’d had her when he dropped me off at the salon, and when he picked me up, she wasn’t there. I had been so happy to be baby-free for a few hours and to not hear constant screaming that I didn’t think much of it.
