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“I probably wouldn’t have, but I like it. I enjoy spending time with my husband. Don’t you like spending time with your wife?” she asked.
I still couldn’t believe that we’d gotten married. Like, I was dead ass calling this woman my wife. I was somebody’s fuckin’ husband. The shit felt so surreal, but I loved it, though.
“Ain’t nothing in this world that I would rather be doing,” I let her know in all seriousness.
“Then come here then. Do me,” she said and pushed the covers away.
Mahogany could sweet talk her way out of anything. Swear shorty was a fuckin’ con artist, yo. Women knew how powerful pussy was, and they stayed using that shit to their advantage. In all honesty, what nigga in their right mind was going to say no to what she’d just demanded me to do? We’re talking about good smelling, soft feeling, wet my whole dick up type of pregnancy pussy that nothing in this world could get me to say no to.
I was supposed to have been out the door almost five minutes ago. I wasn’t the type of nigga to turn down no pussy, though, especially not from my wife, when she was in the mood to give it up so easily. I thought about the fact that we weren’t that far away from her due date and how we would have to wait six weeks before I could hit it again. I needed to take advantage of all the pussy that I could be getting right now from her.
As much as I needed to get my ass down to the store, I ended up stepping out of the shoes that were on my feet and climbing in the bed with her, only to put her ass back to sleep, so I could leave the house in peace.
It didn’t take me long to handle my wife. All that hardcore fuckin’ didn’t need to go down in the morning anyway. Just enough to have her ass knocked out for at least the next hour or so. I’d left her in the bed after going into the bathroom and taking another quick shower because I didn’t want to show up at my job smelling like pussy. It didn’t take long to walk out the door and jump in my car that I had parked in my circular driveway.
Like I always did, especially when I was in the car by myself, I swerved in and out of traffic, bumping loud trap music. A lot of shit was on my mind. Mainly, I was just thinking about the 180 spin that I just did with my wife. Just a year ago, I was a single man, living a bachelor life, not having to answer to nobody, and the biggest responsibility that I had in life was making sure that everything was running smoothly with my businesses. Now, a nigga had closet space for two people, I had his and her sinks in my bathroom that were actually being use by two people this time, bras hung up on the back of the bathroom door, fuckin’ body sprays and shit taking up space in the shower, and everything else that came with having a woman share the same space with me.
It’s like God had placed Mahogany in my life, and he showed me right then and there that she was supposed to have been the one for me. What I liked most about what Mahogany and I had going on is that we did in less than a year what most people do in sometimes five years or more. I put a baby in her stomach like three months into our relationship, and I’d given her my last name already, when she wasn’t even my girlfriend for a whole year.
Any other female that I’d ever dealt with in the past had never even been able to get me to a spot where I even thought about marriage. That’s how I knew that I genuinely loved this girl. I couldn’t even express how much my wife meant to me. I’m talking the type of love that if she were to die today, I knew for a fact that I wouldn’t have been able to live life because a lot of the life that I had in me came from her.
Mahogany brought out shit in me that a nigga didn’t even know had I had in me. That’s why I had to fall back a little bit from my ole girl after that shit took place at her house not too long ago. My mama knew what the fuck it was between Mahogany and me because I had expressed over the phone to her how Mahogany wasn’t just some bitch that I was fuckin’. The fact that she thought it would have been okay to let some wild shit like that go on while my shorty was there, was just beyond me. And for that, I had to fall back a little bit.
Granted, a nigga was still paying any fuckin’ bill that she had, down to her phone bill, but as far as our communication went, there wasn’t any!
Almost thirty minutes later, I finally whipped my car into the reserved parking space that I had. It was almost ten in the morning, and the store opened at nine. From inside my car, where I could fully see inside the store, I was able to see that there were only a few customers inside. I could also see who was standing up front talking to one of the cashiers.
The fact that I was able to tell who that was just by that fat ass of hers should have made me feel bad. I didn’t know if thinking about my ole girl and what happened at her house had spoken this bitch up, but I knew it was her. I knew by that coverup tattoo that she had, which blocked my name off. I had no idea why her dumb, silly ass had even gotten that shit in the first place. Oh, I knew why; she probably thought that shit would make a nigga feel some type of way, and I would start taking her serious.
That was years ago when she’d done that. We had to have been nineteen at the time. I released an annoyed breath, did the counting thing that I would always do just to calm my ass down, and then I got out of the car. I walked inside, speaking to the few customers in the store, and the whole time I did that, I could feel her eyes on me. She’d turned around from talking to my cashier, Sidney, and smiled big at me. Usually, a smile was contagious, but the only thing that I gave back to her ass was a look of disgust.
“Fuck is you doing here? Bitch, you stay all the way in fuckin’ Georgia. I got this same shoe store out that way. Fuck is you doing? Following a nigga?” I asked the moment I was close enough.
As loud and ugly as I wanted to get, I couldn’t do that shit right there because we had customers. As if the words that I’d just spoken to her didn’t even bother her, she still kept that smile on her face.
“Pump your brakes, soldier,” she said, throwing her hands up in the air and being dramatic as fuck. “I was just coming over to meet my new work neighbors,” she said, still wearing that fuckin’ smile.
“Fuck is you talking about work neighbors?” I questioned.
“My grand opening for my new shop is in a few hours. Look,” she said and pointed.
I walked away from her and went outside. Sure enough, in the same fuckin’ plaza as me, directly next door to me, was her shit, Hook ’Em Up. I swear, I wanted to drop down to my fuckin’ knees and cry. I thought when I left my ole girl’s crib, that I’d pretty much left this bitch there too. It’s crazy because I’ve been seeing the contractors working on this spot for months now, and I just never really cared to know who was going to own the spot. I saw the title and that shit just went over my head.
Out of all the fuckin’ spots in Miami that she could have rented, why the fuck did she have to get some shit that was right next to mine? As much as I wanted to change stores, just so I could get away from having to see this bitch, I knew I couldn’t because it would be wasting money. The Miami store was where the majority of my revenue came from since it was my biggest store and also my busiest one. The location was perfect, and I’d been there for years, so I couldn’t let a bitch come around and move me out.
“I tried to warn you when I saw you a month ago, but you didn’t want to hear me out. Just so you know, I didn’t deliberately do this. I been wanting to open another shop, but I wanted to do it in Miami this time. I picked this location out over a year ago, and I had no idea that you were the owner until a few months back. Just wanted to come over and say hi and let you know that you’ll be seeing me around more often. I’ll be back and forth from here to Georgia,” she let me know.
I didn’t say shit. My hands were inside my pockets, and I was looking straight ahead. My jaws were clenching and everything. With this bitch around, it was just going to bring up too much bad history. A past that I wasn’t really ready to relive yet. I left my hometown for plenty of reasons, but my biggest motivation for leaving was this toxic ass bitch right here. This hoe brought out sides in me that I didn’t like because then I would transition to a totally different person.
“You done? Fuck is you still hanging around for?” I asked after almost thr
ee minutes of silence and this bitch still standing there.
She released a low laugh while shaking her head. I looked down at her with all the hate that I could possibly give her.
“Jabari, you can’t run from me now, nigga. Eventually, we’re gonna have to face the truth. You like to pretend that what happened between me and you years ago is just a fuckin’ facade. Nigga, I was pregnant with your fuckin’ bab—”
“Bitch, shut your fuckin’ mouth hoe before somebody hears your slut ass! Like I told you over ten years ago, that baby wasn’t mine. Fuck is you even bringing that shit up for? That shit is old, and it doesn’t have a fuckin’ thing to do with right now. On my life, I ain’t never stuck my dick in you raw, so that baby wasn’t mine, and—”
