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“It’s cool, shorty. Bet I don’t fuck your ass no more, so it ain’t going to be no need for you to get on birth control” he said, and I burst out laughing.
“Nigga, please! You don’t even believe that. I could tell you to pull this car over on the side of the highway right now, and I’ll take that dick! Quit playing with me,” I said and pulled my phone out of my purse, not paying this dumb ass conversation any more of my attention.
Jabari would be crying in my pussy sometime tonight, so I wasn’t worried about this little rant that he called himself having right now with me.
“I can show you better than I can tell you, shorty. Watch me,” he said, and I waved him off.
We finally pulled up to his shoe store. His ex bitch, Kenyatta’s salon was right next door. It was Saturday afternoon, so I wasn’t even surprised that she was open. I wasn’t pressed over that bitch at all. As long as she didn’t say anything to me, then we were good. She thought that she was intimidating me by getting a shop right next door to my husband’s shop, but literally, that shit was too fuckin’ funny to me because it proved how desperate she was and how she never got over the man that I have. She was honestly a damn joke.
I think her reason for coming down to Miami was to bring up old shit from Jabari’s past in an attempt to make him lose me, but I’d never leave my nigga based off some shit that he did way before I even knew his ass. I still couldn’t believe that crazy bitch had come to my damn place of work.
Granted, no woman should have ever been in a situation where their baby had to be stomped out of them, so I sympathized with her on that. Then, on the same hand, if a man stomped a baby out of you, why the fuck would you even want to be around somebody like that? Why would you open a business right next door to a person like that and have to face this person every day? These were questions that I just needed answers to.
The moment Jabari’s car pulled into his reserved parking spot, it’s was like the bitch had fuckin’ antennas because it wasn’t long before the door to her business opened, and she was walked out. Maybe it was just one big ass coincidence because she was walking out with her purse on her shoulder as if she was getting ready to leave. She was such a pretty woman, but there was no secret that I didn’t like the bitch.
Jabari and I were already out of the car, and like she didn’t even exist, he kept on walking.
“Hey. My shop is having a sale today. Purchase three bundles with a frontal, and one of my stylists will do a free install. Are you interested?” she asked me.
“Mahogany, let’s go! Don’t even entertain that bitch. Remember where the fuck we at, shorty. We standing right in front of my motha fuckin’ business, yo. Leave that hoe right there and lets’ go,” Jabari said, holding the front door open and waiting for me to come inside.
This bitch just wanted to make conversation with me. I was pretty sure she stalked my social media since none of my accounts were private. Therefore, her ass knew that I didn’t wear any damn weave.
“I’m a hoe now, Jabari? Boy how the times have changed. You moved to Miami and forgot about the whole fuckin’ life that you and I had back in Atlanta. Was I a hoe when you were eating my pus—”
I didn’t even let the bitch say it before I raised my fist and punched her ass right in her fuckin’ mouth. I’d wanted to do this for quite some time now, but the baby that was in my stomach had prolonged it. I didn’t know if Jabari ate her pussy or not, but I was still swinging on this hoe. It wasn’t even that statement that had me beating her ass. It was the constant disrespect that I got every time her ass came around.
Suddenly, I’d grown the strength of a damn giant as I tackled this bitch onto the ground and swung on her. This hoe wasn’t soft either because she was keeping up with me, but I was getting way more licks in than she was. I had her down on her back while my entire body was on top of her. Putting all of my weight on her, I continued to use her face as my personal punching bag. That went on for a few moments until my body was swung off her and into the strong arms of my husband. I yelled, kicked, and screamed for him to put me down because I wasn’t done with this bitch.
“Calm the fuck down! Need I remind your silly ass that you got on a fuckin’ skirt. It’s a whole fuckin’ crowd out here, and if you keep kicking your legs, these motha fuckas are going to see everything,” Jabari barked in my ear.
“All of a sudden, I’m a motha fuckin’ hoe! Nigga, are you fuckin’ crazy! You want to stand here and play stupid because you around your wife. Jabari, you know what the fuck was up between you and me. I would respect you so much fuckin’ more if you would stand up and be a fuckin’ man for once in your damn life! Tell her the fuckin’ truth. Tell her what the fuck you and I had,” she screamed, mouth and nose all bloody.
She was crying, and everybody inside her shop and Jabari’s store were standing outside watching her make a complete fool of her damn self.
“Bitch, what the fuck are you talking about? Why the fuck you doing all this shit? Why you choose to do this shit now when I have a whole fuckin’ wife and a child at home? You had years to confront me on this shit, man! Where the fuck was all of this hurt a couple of years ago when I was a single man and didn’t have shit to lose? From the bottom of my heart, Kenyatta, I’m sorry for killing your baby. You can cry until you’re blue in the face, but shorty, I know that baby wasn’t mine. If I owe you an apology for anything, it’ll be because of that, nothing else. I wasn’t your nigga, and you know that. We fucked, and you know that too! Talking about tell my wife the truth. I been telling her the motha fuckin’ truth about us ever since you popped your ass up at my ole girl’s house. Get the fuck up and take your ass back in your shop or get in your car and take your ass the fuck home. Keep talking, and Ima let her go and finish you off. Walk the fuck away while your legs still allow you to!” Jabari yelled.
I could hear the anger, annoyance, and even defeat in his voice. I could tell that she was so fuckin’ embarrassed because, with her head hung low, she quickly got up and scurried over to her car. With lightning speed, she took off out of the parking lot. Jabari helped me into the car, then he got in on his side, and we left too. We didn’t even make it inside his damn shop because the moment we pulled up his bitch had started with her shit.
I pulled down the sun visor and looked at myself in the mirror. That bitch had scratched me above my eyebrow, and it was bleeding a little bit. My knuckles were bleeding as well from punching that bitch, and I had scrapes and scratches all on my arms and legs from rolling around on that fuckin’ concrete with her.
“You feel better now?” Jabari sarcastically asked me.
“So fuckin’ better. I been wanting to beat that bitch down since I saw her sitting at the table with your mama. Loony ass bitch, man. Jabari, I’m going to start walking around with my gun. I done seen shit like this happen in way too many Lifetime movies. That bitch is going to try to make my life a living hell, but I won’t let her. I swear I won’t,” I let him know.
I had seen shit like this happen in way too many movies and books. I’d be glad when the bitch found some fuckin’ sense and took her ass back to Atlanta.
“You thinking too deep into this shit. I know Kenyatta; therefore, I know she’s probably not going to even stick around too long. I can see her going back to Atlanta,” he let me know. He said it like he was so fond of that bitch, and that annoyed the hell out of me.
“You don’t know her, nigga. You know her pussy! Get me to my baby. I should have taken my ass over there in the first fuckin’ place,” I said as I went into my purse to get a scrunchie so I could put my hair up in a ponytail.
“On some real shit, shorty, if you had gotten your ass beat, I would have filed for divorce. I can’t have you out here making me look bad,” he said.
He didn’t laugh, so I didn’t know if his ass was just talking shit or if he was for real.
“And the niggas would have been lining up at my front door, ready to take on this widow,” I let him know in all seriousn
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