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He was about to walk away, but Davion stopped him.
“Chantel, you don’t want to speak? I saw the way your ass was drooling over these niggas on stage,” Davion said, trying to be funny.
Quan heard the name, Chantel, and he quickly looked in my direction. Our eyes instantly met. He laughed out loud like this was the biggest joke of the century.
“Hell nah, nigga. This your bitch?” Quan asked, being totally disrespectful.
“Ay, no need for all of that, man! She just a fan,” Davion said, which pissed me off even more. That shit was too embarrassing.
“Yeah, she a fan alright, my nigga. I hope you got long money because Chanel ain’t no regular bitch. In fact, she’s a money hungry, grimy ass bitch. She don’t shop Forever 21 or H&M, nah that’s too cheap for her. She’s an ole high maintenance bitch. She wants you to take her to Saks Fifth Avenue, Nordstrom, shit like that. The bitch told you how she participated in kidnapping my motha fuckin’ seven-year-old daughter? I bet she didn’t because that’s the type of bitch she is. Have fun with her though, and oh, don’t eat or drink anything this bitch gives you if you didn’t see her make the shit right in front of you. Last time this bitch cooked for me, I woke up with my pants down and my dick out. But on the bright side though, she can suck a mean ass dick,” Quan said and then walked away.
Davion looked at me like I disgusted him, and I just held my head down in shame. There was nothing I could do to defend myself because out of everything Quan had just said, he didn’t lie about shit.
Chapter 5: Dre
“Winner gets 5K tonight, so I hope you motha fuckas got money. I don’t want to hear that shit about how you’ll pay me tomorrow, nah I want that shit tonight,” I said to Quay and Quan as we took the steps to my condo.
We had been having a fuckin’ ongoing debate like some little ass teenage boys on who could beat who in Madden. This shit was literally just that serious. I was actually glad that we had a night away from the studio because I definitely felt like taking these niggas money tonight. I mainly wanted to beat Quan’s ass in the game because he talked more shit than me.
“Yeah, whatever, nigga. Money ain’t an issue on this side,” Quan said.
I shook my head because we sure as hell were about to find out. It was 11 o’clock at night and like some fools, we were about to play a fuckin’ video came and bet on this shit. I opened the door to my condo and the smell of food hit me. I don’t know where the hell that smell was coming from because since I had broke things off with Toya, I was barely cooking. We walked into the house, and when I got toward the living room, I spotted a figure lying down on the couch.
It was Toya, and she on her stomach, with no bra or shirt on, and the sheet was resting just above her ass. I smirked because I figured she came over, cooked for a nigga and probably waited up for me but ended up falling asleep in the process. I was still very much pissed off with her ass, but seeing her here like this reminded me how much I loved her. Her ass was bold for real. She really brought her ass up in my house like shit between us was sweet.
“Y’all niggas meet me in the den, let me take her upstairs,” I told them.
I went and picked up a sleeping Toya and held her in my arms. She stirred in her sleep, and when she realized it was me who had picked her up, her eyes bucked but then she calmed down because she knew for a fact that I wasn’t going to hurt her.
“I’m so sorry, Dre. I’m sorry,” she kept saying, as I carried her up the stairs.
Damn, I swear I hated seeing her like this, and this shit made me feel less than a man because I had been ignoring her for the past week, and the shit was really affecting her. She laid her head on my shoulder and continued to softly cry. When we made it to the room, I tried to lay her down on the bed, but she wrapped her arms around my neck even tighter, so I sat down on the bed with her in my lap. I rubbed her back and let her breathing get under control and then I started talking to her.
“I’m sorry, T. Now that I think about the shit, I should have never spazzed out on your ass like I did. That shit just made me mad, thinking about the way that man violated you and then got you pregnant in the end. I understand my temper be scaring you and I got to work on that, but you also need to work on hiding shit from me, ma. I want to know everything that’s in relation to you, T. I love the fuck outta you, girl, and any nigga ever disrespect you or hurt you, I’m coming for his ass,” I told her, still rubbing her back.
“You weren’t there, Dre. I had to go through that abortion alone. I needed you in there with me, but you wouldn’t even...” she tried to get it out, but she was doing so much crying that she couldn’t even finish her sentence.
Damn, if I didn’t feel like shit before, I definitely felt like shit now. I knew Charlie took her there because Quan had told me, but damn, I didn’t know that she actually had went through with the procedure by herself. Even if the doctors and shit would have told me that I couldn’t go back there with her, I still would have gone because certain shit I just never wanted Toya to experience, let alone on her own.
“Stop crying, T. We going to be good, I promise. I’m sorry you had to go through that, baby, I really am. From this d
ay forward, baby, we have to have trust. That shit speaks volumes, and I just want us to get back to how we used to be, when shit was smooth and you weren’t crying all the time,” I told her.
“Okay, baby. And I don’t blame you for everything that has happened to me. I only said it because I was mad,” she said.
“It’s cool, T. What you cooked for a nigga because I smelled that shit as soon as I walked in the door?” I asked.
“It was your grandma’s idea. I remember the way we went to her house that day, so I went and visited her yesterday. She told me the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. So, earlier today, we went to the grocery store and we both came over here and cooked dinner for you,” Toya said.
I laughed. I will admit, I loved the fact that she had built a relationship with my grandma. They were the two most important women in my life, so it was imperative that the two of them were able to get along.
“How your body feeling though? You need me to run out to the store and get you anything?” I asked her.
“I’m good, I’ll be even better when I stop cramping though. I’m just happy that you didn’t kick my ass out tonight,” she said laughing, and I laughed along with her. I stood up from the bed with her still in my arms, pulled the covers back and laid her down on her side. She looked at me with hopeful eyes and I stared at her, thinking that from this day forward, I was going to do whatever I had to do to put a smile on her face and keep the shit there.
“I’m finna go downstairs and whoop these niggas’ asses in a game right quick. Go to sleep, T, because your eyes looking real heavy. Besides tonight, when was the last time you took a nap?” I asked her.
I could tell from the bags under her eyes that she was sleep deprived. Nevertheless, she still looked beautiful, and when I picked her up, she felt way lighter than before, which proved to me that her ass wasn’t sleeping or eating.
