Page 29 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

Mariah walked ova to me with tears in her eyes. I don’t know if she thought that would change my mind, but it didn’t.

“Why do you hate me?” she asked me softly.

That shit did kinda hit a spot.

“I don’t hate you. We just don’t vibe anymore. We have been together since I got locked in high school. Remember that shit?”

She wiped her tears away with a slight smile.

“Yeah, you said we were the new Bonnie and Clyde.”

I laughed. “I did, and you know what? Even they ran their course.”

The smile on Mariah’s face quickly went away.

“I don’t give a fuck about Bonnie and Clyde, Rosama. I care about us and what we have. I don’t want us to end. Can we try counseling? Your birthday is coming up. That could be a fresh start for us.”

I stood up and took Mariah into my arms, hugging her tight.

“This is what you want?” I asked. “A nigga to love on you, come home to you, fight with and for you, huh?”

She pulled back from me with a smile. “Yes, Rosama. I want all of that.”

I nodded. “You are not gonna get that shit from me, because I don't want to give it to you.”

I sat back down at the table. My phone rang with a text. I looked at my phone and saw it was Nylah

Nylah: What you could have had, but you fucked that up.

She sent me a picture of herself at work. Shorty was teasing me, making my dick jump and shit. I smirked at my phone while Mariah was running her mouth. I wanted Nylah to know I wasn’t bout to be playing with her.

Me: Damn, ma, if only I got to see that in person. But that time will come. Until then, have lunch on me.

I sent her three hundred, then heard Mariah clear her throat.

“Is that the bitch that’s taking up your time?”

After I sent Nylah some money for lunch, I looked up at Mariah.

“I have been dealing with some bitches that have been givin’ me what I need, and I mean ALL that I need. But this shorty on my line right now, I'm tryna make my wife.”

Mariah's eyes widened as I stood up and walked past her.

“So sign the papers so I can move on.”

“That bitch will be your wife over my dead body!” Mariah yelled out.

“Don't threaten me with a good time, mama, you already know how I get down,” I yelled back as I closed the front door behind me.

I pulled away from that house fast, knowing it was a waste of my time even being there. I needed to put my mind on something else before I crash out on that bitch, and for some reason, I decided to try and call Nylah.

“Damn, nigga,” she said as she picked up. “I been on your mind all night?”

I smiled at her smart-ass comment.

“Somethin’ like that, since you couldn’t respond to a nigga.”

“Well, that is what happens when you fuck up.”