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“Let that be the last time you put your dick inside of me without a condom, Jaquan. I don’t need nothing to be brought back to me. I see the dirty bitches you like to fuck,” she said and I laughed at her.
“I already told your ass that you the only one I ever went inside raw. Admit it, that shit felt good, huh?” I asked, stopping in front of her door.
“It was aight,” she said, trying to be funny.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, reaching down and sliding back inside of her.
We went at it for the next two damn hours. If I didn’t want to admit the shit then, I’ll admit it now. My name is f
uckin Jaquan Hakeem Turner but I go by Quan and I am deeply in love with my baby mama. There you go, I said it! I’m not about to sit here and say that I was going to vow to be the perfect man to her because I was still young and I knew that I was going to make mistakes but I knew for a fact that the way I’d just made her body feel, I wouldn’t want another man doing that to her. Call me selfish, but it is what it is. Charlie had that snap back pussy plus more, and I just couldn’t see myself saying fuck that and letting the next nigga sample my shit. This was where I wanted to be but I knew that I was going to often sample other bitches’ shit, too. I was going to try my best with Charlie but I wasn’t making any promises.
“I can already tell you’re going to break my heart,” Charlie said to me, lying in the bed with me with her head resting on my chest.
“Just know whatever I do and if you do get hurt in the process, it’s not on purpose. I love you, Charlie, and I’ll never do anything to hurt you on purpose,” I said.
“Goodnight, Jaquan. I love you, too,” she said, not even bothering to respond to what I’d said. I watched as she slept for a few moments and then, a little bit after her, I was lights out as well.
Chapter 9: Charlie
After the whole sex scene went down between Jaquan and I, things were pretty much still the same. But I knew for a fact that we were more than baby mama and baby daddy to each other. I knew that we were doing more than co-parenting as well. After that night, I tried to convince myself that I opened up my legs for him due to the simple fact that I was high as hell but I knew deep down that it was way more than that. Yes, I was high, but I was also very much aware of everything that was going on around me and I knew exactly what I was doing. I could have stopped it from happening at any moment, but the truth was I couldn’t. I had come to grips that I was in love with this man and I wanted a serious relationship, but, due to Jaquan’s line of work, being around thirty ass bitches, and whatever else, he would hurt me if we were to get more serious. Honestly, I wanted Jaquan to fight for me, though. I wasn’t going to beg him to be with me and if he couldn’t fight, then I didn’t think that we should be together.
Right now, I was in my store, Lil Divas, changing the clothing on the manikins. As the manager/owner of this store, this wasn’t really my job, more like my employees’ but I was a perfectionist and there were certain things I just liked to do myself. Even though this store was pretty much handed to me by Jaquan, I still busted my ass in here every day as if I’d had to go through a lot to get it. There are times when I was in here as late as midnight, going through inventory or sorting through go-backs when I should have been home in my bed. Half of the time, I didn’t even take a lunch break because I never sat my ass down. I had 15 employees that worked for me, all of which were ages eighteen to twenty-five. I didn’t have an assistant manager because I felt like I could handle it without having an assistant up under me. Besides, my workers are pretty good even though I worked the hell out of them and I knew I was every bitch in the book when they were not around me.
I was folding up new shirts that just arrived and was laying them out on the table when two females walked in. “Welcome to Lil Divas,” I called out and one of them looked at me and rolled her eyes real hard while the other one just didn’t speak at all. I paid that shit no attention because I was used to nasty ass bitches coming in here. I went back to what I was doing but kept them in my peripheral because something was telling me to watch those bitches.
“That’s that bitch right there,” I heard the one that had rolled her eyes at me say to her friend.
Charlie, breathe. Relax. I had to coach myself because I was about one second away from slapping that hoe for calling me a damn bitch. My interest got the best of me, so I just had to make my way over there to see what the problem was.
“Hey, I’m Charlie. I don’t know you, but from the looks of things, you might be a little clear as to who I am, being as though you felt the need to call me a bitch. Where exactly do you know me from again?” I asked, getting right to the point. Hell, I was being very professional right now. There wasn’t anything wrong with me wanting to know how the hell this bitch knew me.
“What makes you think I know you?” one girl asked. It was the same chick that rolled her eyes at me when she walked in. Taking in her appearance, she actually wasn’t a bad looking chick, but the bitch wasn’t fly enough to dress with me or sit with me. I mean, she was cute. Right now, she was sporting an all-white romper with a pair of gold sandals on her feet and carrying a gold Michael Kors purse. She was a deep complexion of chocolate and she had a beauty mark above her top lip. Her long hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail, making her eyes look Chinese. Again, she was cute but she couldn’t sit with me.
“It’s obvious you know me or know of me! Listen, I’m not trying to argue with you. Let’s just make sure that’s the last time you call me out my name because next time, I won’t be so nice,” I said, prepared to walk off until she said some shit that made me turn around.
“I called you a bitch but I should have called your ass a hoe! How you feel knowing your baby daddy posting nude pictures of you on his Instagram? Don’t you have a daughter? What kind of example are you supposed to me setting?” she asked and both her and her little friend laughed like that was the funniest shit in the damn world.
“Bitch, fuck you! You got me confused with somebody else because I know for a fact my baby daddy wouldn’t post no shit like that! Best believe he’s real possessive when it comes to me, so I know he couldn’t want the whole world seeing his shit! Get the fuck out of my damn store before I have security escort your ass out!” I said in a voice that was low but loud enough so that they heard me and got the message. They took heed to my warning and got the fuck from out of my store.
I was about to get to the bottom of this though so I could see what nude pictures this bitch was talking about. I didn’t have an Instagram, all I had was Facebook and I barely even used that shit. Half of the pictures on my Facebook were of China. I left the shirts on the table, not bothering to finish folding them, and made my way to the back so I could go inside of my office. I went inside, locked the door and went over to my desk to get my phone. I sat at the edge of my desk and called Monae.
“Hey, Charlie Charlie,” Monae sang into the phone.
“Monae, do you follow your brother on Instagram?” I asked, skipping all the pleasantries and getting right to the matter at hand.
“Yes, but I haven’t been on Instagram in about two weeks. Why; what happened?” she asked me.
“I don’t know. This bitch just came in the store talking about Jaquan posted nude pictures of me on there. Go look and see what she was talking about,” I said, trying to hide the fact that I was indeed nervous.
“Charlie, seriously? Hold on, let me look,” Monae said. I waited for a few seconds and then she came back on the line. Laughing, Monae said, “Charlie, you bitch!”
“Monae, what the fuck is so funny? What happened? What did you see?” I asked, standing up and pacing my office back and forth.
“You fucked him, didn’t you? And don’t fuckin lie to me, Charlie,” Monae said and I could tell that she was trying not to laugh.
“Yes, last week. So what happened?” I asked, trying my best to go around the question that she had just asked me.
“It’s not a nude picture, Charlie. Jaquan posted a pic of you today and made you his WCW. The picture is of you laying in his bed sleep with the covers covering your ass. The only thing that’s showing is your back but bitches know it’s you because of the red hair. The caption he put was, ‘Just made her lil ass put in work, hashtag WCW,’” Monae said and then laughed. Looking at myself in the mirror, my face turned beet red from embarrassment.
