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“I love you too.”
I went into my bedroom and walked inside of my walk-in closet to find me something to wear. I pulled out a pair of my high waisted jeans from Armani Exchange, and it dropped to the floor as I searched my shirt section to find me a shirt to throw on with it. When I went to pick it up, I felt my husband’s presence towering over me.
“I thought I told your ass to come home last night,” he said, picking the jeans up for me. I turned around and looked at him like he had lost his damn mind. You know how many times I told him to bring his ass home and he didn’t? So what makes him think that I was going to listen to his ass? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!
“If you came in here to hit me, I’m letting you know I’m hitting your ass the fuck back,” I said, turning around to finish finding me a shirt. I heard my husband laughing like I had told a fuckin joke or some shit. That’s his fuckin problem now, he took my ass for a damn joke! Let’s see how funny he think this shit is when I lock this pussy up and put away the key from his ass.
“I’m glad you think this is funny. Move!” I said, trying to get around him. I felt him wrap his arms around my waist from behind me and whisper into my ear.
“Baby, you know I’m sorry. I ain’t mean to hit you, I didn’t. And no I didn’t fuck that bitch! I could see why you would think that! Yes, it was disrespectful to have her in my face like that and I’m sorry,” he told me.
You damn right he was sorry. He was only sorry because he had gotten caught. Best believe if I never popped up on him, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation right now. I would just be blinded to the fact that my husband was entertaining thot ass bitches while he was so called working. I didn’t say anything, just continued to look for something to wear. I felt him reach his hands under my tights, and I gently pulled his hands out.
“You want some of this nice, hot, wet pussy? I asked him, turning around and kissing his lips.
“You know damn well that’s what I want,” he said in a low husky voice. I could already see how hard his dick was and looking into his eyes, I could tell that he was ready to flip my ass over in this closet.
“Well you gonna keep on wanting it. You gotta work for this shit,” I smiled, and walked out of the closet. This starts part one of him being in the dog house. Fuck I look like fuckin him after Ms. Jasmine kept him company last night? I would be the biggest dummy in the world.
“Man Nae, you tripping right now, my dick is hard as fuck man, quit playing,” he said, pulling my arm.
“And I’m horny! But that’s not going to fix our problems! You fuckin me crazy ain’t gonna fix shit! I want flowers nigga, chocolate, I love you cards, random phone calls, the whole nine! You want this pussy, I want to see you work for it!” I said, going into the bathroom.
That’s where most relationships went wrong now. Couple swore that sex fixed things, when in fact it only made the situation worse because they kept putting the issue to the way side. I didn’t want that type of relationship. I wanted my husband to realize that he had fucked up, and be able to know that there were going to be consequences behind every action that he took. As bad as I wanted to get fucked and sucked, all of that would just have to wait.
“You foul Nae for real,” he said, hitting the door.
I laughed and turned on the shower. His ass wanted the pussy that bad, let’s see him work for it. In due time, we’ll see when he’ll be able to slide in this again!
Chapter 18: Imani
Today was the big day that I had been dreading for the longest. I had finally let Rashard convince me into going to meet his mother. After my ass ran out of excuses on why I couldn’t go meet her, I finally had to cave in and make it happen. Besides, I know that it would make Shard happy, and I was pretty sure that his mother would want to know who the lady was that was taking up all of her son’s time. Shard had already warned me on how straight forward his mother could be. I wasn’t worrying about that though; I just hoped that she was able to accept me, because I didn’t plan on ever letting Rashard ago, especially since I was carrying his baby.
Right now, I was back and forth between the closets in Rashard’s guest room and his bedroom. I was trying to find the perfect outfit. I didn’t want to look like a hoochie or anything, and I didn’t want to look inappropriate.
“Imani, your ass acting like my mom is a fuckin pastor or some shit. She don’t care what you wearing, she just want to meet your ass,” Rashard said from the bed. I guess he was annoyed because every outfit that I would put on, I would take it off a minute later. With me gaining weight because of my pregnancy, I just wasn’t able to fit certain clothes anymore.
“Rashard, leave me alone now. I’ll be ready in a few minutes,” I let him know. My hair and everything was already done; I just needed to find me something to wear.
Damn near thirty minutes later, I finally decided on a pair of gold skinny jeans and a gold and pink tank from Guess. To top the outfit off, I wore my pink Converse sneakers–so simple, yet I looked so pretty. My hair was parted down the middle in my signature look, and I was ready to go now.
“Finally. You look perfect, now let’s go. You better hope my mom don’t curse your ass out for making us late,” Rashard said, grabbing my hand and leading us down the stairs. I stood planted in my spot, and it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest.
“Imani, I’m just playing with your ass. My mama cool as fuck, she not gon’ bother you,” Rashard let me know, followed by a kiss on the lips.
After locking up the house and everything, we were headed out to Rashard’s car. The whole drive there, I kept racking my brain with questions about Rashard’s mother. I hope she was cool like Dontae’s mother, because Breesha loved April. I don’t even know why I was sitting there thinking all of these negative things about this lady when I have never even met before. I held a conversation with her one time, and that’s only because she had called Rashard while he was asleep at my house and I answered the phone. She seemed cool, but then again you never know.
Twenty minutes later, we were pulling up to Rashard’s mother’s house, and I had to admit that she had a beautiful home. I had to admire how nice her grass was cut, and I loved the beautiful flowers that she kept on her front porch as well.
“Come on Imani. We’ll be in and out,” Rashard said after leaning over and kissing me on my lips.
I nodded my head and we both got out of the car. Rashard came around and held my hand, and we walked to the front door. Rashard reached into his back pocket and pulled out his spare key to his mother’s house. After letting us in, we walked inside, and a middle-aged woman came over where we were, and I swear that she was the splitting image of Rashard. She had his same caramel skin color, those same deep dimples, and I could tell that Rashard got his height from his mom because she was tall. She didn’t even looked like she ever gave birth in her life because she looked so young, almost like a fashion model.
“I take it that this must be Imani? The woman that has stolen my son’s heart and the reason why he can’t seem to find his way over here to visit his own mother,” his mom said, hugging Rashard and then me.
“Ma, chill. Every chance I get, I come and see your ass,” Rashard told his mother, and she playfully popped him upside his head.
We all walked into the kitchen, and there was another lady in there who had just placed some pies in the oven. Oh Lord, I wonder was his mom a damn lesbian? I mean, I wasn’t going to judge her ass or anything, but damn.
