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e club that night for Otis’s birthday that all those feelings came rushing right back. I even went home with that nigga that night. I was really on board with giving Cevon one final chance, but I swear if he fucked up just once, then this relationship was over. No more taking him back and giving him chance after chance. You fuck up, I’m leaving! It was that easy.
We were leaving out of the Ferrari Clothing store in Aventura Mall when two females were walking in our direction. Just by the look on one of these girl’s face, I knew it was going to be a damn problem. This bitch was looking at me like I owed her ass some money or some shit. Funny, because I never seen the bitch a day of my life, but then again I done fought so many bitches over this nigga that I probably just don’t remember who she is.
“Hey Cevon,” one of the females spoke when she was close enough to us.
See, I wasn’t even going to say nothing. I was just going to stand there and watch and see how the shit played out. I promise, I was going to behave, but if one of these hoes get to talking crazy, I was tagging that ass.
“What’s good Monica?” Cevon said, showing off his dimples. I swear I just wanted to slap the shit out of him right now for smiling all in this bitch face, like he didn’t see me standing here.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend,” Monica said, and I felt like the bitch was trying to be funny. She knew damn well that I wasn’t just his damn friend.
“Oh yeah, baby this is Monica and Monica, this is my lady Kyla,” he said, pulling me from behind him.
Neither one of us spoke a word, but my facial expression spoke volumes. This bitch wouldn’t look better than me on my worst day. She was sporting an old ass Baby Phat outfit with some Nike Air Max’s on. I mean come on, it was 2014, who the fuck still wore Baby Phat? Here I was in my Robin jeans, a purple YSL shirt, and my all black Giuseppe Zanotti pumps. Her friend, I’m guessing, felt awkward in the situation, so she walked over to the food court.
“Alright baby, let’s go, I’m ready to go home,” I said, pulling on Cevon’s arm. This whole situation was awkward, and it didn’t make any sense to just stand there and not say shit. Knowing Cevon ass, this was probably a bitch that he used to fuck, and he got this bitch all in my damn face. I can tell from the way she didn’t speak when he introduced us that they used to fuck.
Cevon looked down at me, kissed me on my cheek, and told Monica bye.
“Alright Monise,” I said, trying to be funny. I knew damn well what this bitch’s name was.
“It’s Monica,” she stated matter of factly.
“Yeah that,” I said, smiling and waving bye to her.
During the walk to the car, there were no words spoken between Cevon and I. I didn’t want to show my ass in public, so I would wait until we got in the car to start with the interrogation!
Cevon
I can’t believe that I ran into Monica ass just now. What made matters worse is I had my girl with me. See, Kyla and I had been together since our teenage years, but we were always on and off due to the fact that I couldn’t be faithful to her. Monica was just some ho that I used to smash from time to time, and honestly I hadn’t been with that girl since Kyla and I had got back together. I started messing around with Monica maybe 3 years ago. Kyla and I were still together at the time, too. Every time we broke up, I went right to Monica and she welcomed my ass with open arms and legs. Crazy, because Monica knew all about Kyla; it’s just Kyla didn’t know shit about Monica. Never in a million years did I think this shit would catch up to me–my sideline meeting my main lady. Ain’t this some shit!
See, I know Kyla, and I know that if I tell her I used to fuck with Monica, she would get to trippin. That’s exactly why when we get in the car and she asks me if I fucked Monica, I’m telling her no with no questions asked. I just got my girl back, and I plan on keeping it that way. Kyla is the one that I plan to marry one day, and hopefully make the mother of my kids as well. I wasn’t lying to be no stupid ass nigga; I was lying to protect her fuckin feelings, because if I tell her I fucked Monica, that’s not going to be the end of the conversation. Naw, Kyla gon’ want to know how many times we fucked, where we fucked, did I eat the bitch pussy, did she suck my dick, little irrelevant shit like that which was gon’ get her ass all worked up over some shit that happened in the damn past.
“So, did you fuck her?” Kyla got right to the point as soon as I pulled off from the mall. Damn, a nigga didn’t feel like talking about this shit right now.
“Fuck who?” I asked, playing dumb. I knew damn well who she was talking about.
“Cevon, don’t fuckin be funny. That bitch at the mall who you was showing all 32 of her teeth for you! That’s who!” she barked at me, turning around to face me in her seat.
“Nah, that’s my home girl from back in the day,” I lied with a straight ass face; wasn’t showing no signs of me lying, either.
I felt like a fuckin pussy for sitting here lying to my girl like this. I just loved her ass too much to tell her I did fuck the bitch. I knew for a fact she would leave me because like I said, I fucked with Monica when Kyla and I were still together.
“Pull over right quick,” Kyla said, pointing to the side of the road.
“Man, pull over for what?” I asked, still driving. I wasn’t making no plans of pulling this mother fucka over no time soon. Kyla’s lil ass was crazy, and I didn’t know what the fuck she was going to do.
“Cevon, pull the fuckin car over!” she yelled, and I got my ass in the far right lane and pulled the car over, turning on my hazard lights.
“Look me in my face right now and tell you that you didn’t fuck that bitch,” Kyla said, looking at me and batting those long ass eyelashes.
I blew out a frustrated breath and looked her dead in her eyes, “I swear, I didn’t fuck that bitch,” I said, never breaking my stare. She gave me a strange look and then nodded her head. I knew that look all too well. She was trying to think of some shit, but she couldn’t figure the shit out so she decided to leave the shit alone.
“I really hope you not lying to me Cevon,” she said, turning around in the passenger seat and facing the front.
“Man Mo and–” I started, but her hotheaded ass cut me off.
“Man, call that bitch by her name. Don’t sit here and call that hoe a nickname,” Kyla screamed at me with her crazy ass.
