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“I love you more and please drive safe baby,” I warned him. He nodded his head and just like that, he was gone. That’s why I didn’t want him to come in the first place. I knew I wouldn’t want him to leave. After I heard him lock the doors and his

car pull out, I eventually took my ass to sleep.

Chapter 15: Nae

Last night I wasn’t even asleep a good thirty minutes because I was awakened up from my sleep by loud ass moaning. I didn’t know what it was. At first, I thought maybe it was one of the girls on the phone but I could hear the headboard constantly hitting the damn wall. That’s when I heard Otis’ name constantly being repeated and that’s when I realized that Otis had come to make things right with Tisha but oh my God, did the bitch have to be so loud? That went on for about two hours. I ended up having to turn the TV all the way up to tune their asses out.

It was 8:30 a.m. and it was our last night here in Orlando. We really just planned on getting in the pool today and relaxing. After taking two Advils, my head had stopped hurting from all that drinking that I did last night. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth and threw on my cheetah print robe. I came downstairs and all the girls were in the kitchen. Tisha and Ka’lani were standing over the stove making breakfast.

“Let’s address the elephant in the room. Did y’all hear how loud this bitch was last night?” I asked, making my presence known. Everybody started laughing.

“We were just getting on this ho about that. Bitch woke up the whole damn house. I ended up going in the room with Imani,” Meek told us.

“No wonder why your ass said when your kids home, you and Otis have to turn the music up all the way to tune your ass out. Don’t make no sense to be so fuckin’ loud,” I fussed.

Tisha started laughing and then turned her attention to me. “Bitch don’t call me out on my shit with your drunk ass. Ka’lani show her the video,” Tisha said.

Ka’lani showed me the video of me last night, trying to walk up the stairs and I kept falling. That explained why my ass woke up sore this morning. Of course, I didn’t remember none of this shit happening. “And y’all hos just gon’ stand there and let me fall. Y’all wasn’t even going to help a bitch out,” I said, laughing.

“Nae your ass need to stop drinking. I was really gon’ slap the shit out of you last night,” Breesha said.

“Ho, shut up, you just mad because your pregnant ass can’t drink, so hush,” I told her. She flipped me off and everybody started laughing.

That’s pretty much how most of our day was spent; cracking jokes on each other and just having a good time. I made good on my promise too. I didn’t drink shit else for the rest of the time that we were there, just water. I enjoyed my birthday weekend with my girls and I looked forward to doing something like this again. Now, I couldn’t wait to get back home to my family so that I could drive that big boy that my husband had brought for me.

Imani

I was awakened out of my sleep because I heard Shard get up out of the bed, so I turned over on my side and sat up in the bed. I wiped the sleepiness from my eyes and looked at the clock on the wall and realized that it was 12:56 in the morning. I watched as Shard headed to the bathroom and then I heard the shower come on. I wonder where the hell his ass thought he was about to go, at almost one in the morning. I waited up in the bed for another fifteen minutes and then he emerged from the shower with a terry cloth towel wrapped around his waist.

“Shard where are you going?” I asked him, getting from out of the bed so that I could go use the bathroom.

“That was Mark that just called me. I’m about to go chill at his house real quick and play the game,” Rashard let me know.

Something didn’t seem right to me. Why the fuck would Mark call my man over to his house this late just to play the game? That wasn’t the bad part though because I was used to Shard leaving late nights. I didn’t have a problem with that. It was just the fact that whenever Mark and Shard play the game, they would always play it over here. Don’t get me wrong, I trusted Shard, it was his fat ass cousin that I didn’t trust. Something about his ass rubbed me the wrong way and I had been telling Rashard this for a while now.

“Baby, why would he call you over there just to play the game? If anything, he would come over here like he always does,” I said, leaning against the dresser. The bathroom was just going to have to wait because I wanted Rashard to know how I felt at the moment.

“Imani, chill. Your ass worry too damn much. That’s my damn cousin,” Rashard told me.

“That’s not even your fuckin’ real cousin Rashard! Can’t you see that that nigga don’t like you? I told your ass the way I caught him looking at you when we were at the gym awhile back! Where the fuck was that nigga at to congratulate you when I had R.J? When do that nigga ever call you, just to fuckin’ see what you doing? Never! Only time his ass calls you is when he fuckin’ want something from your ass!” I vented. I was sick of this shit and it was time that I spoke up on it.

“Imani, you really tripping right now! Just because you don’t fuck with that man, don’t mean that I won’t!” Rashard told me and walked inside of the closet to find him something to wear.

I shook my head because I couldn’t believe that this man was really ignoring all the signs. By no means was I trying to turn him against his cousin; I was just trying to get him to realize that everybody in your circle is not really down for you the way they say they are. I allowed Shard to get dressed and I went into the bathroom so I could pee right fast. I washed my hands and walked back inside of the bedroom and Rashard was sitting on the bed, putting on his shoes.

“Imani, I just think you looking into the situation too much. I’m going to be straight. I won’t be gon’ long either,” he said, standing up and walking over to me. I just nodded my head.

“You’re my man Rashard. It’s hard for me not to worry about you,” I told him sincerely.

“I know baby. But your man is going to be fine. Now give me a kiss before I go,” he said, palming my ass and I leaned forward to kiss him on his lips. After we pulled apart, I watched him walk out of the room and I sat down back on the bed.

My woman intuitions were kicking in and something was telling me to follow Rashard. Something was telling me that something was about to happen tonight and I needed to put on my big girl panties to protect my man. First of all, Rashard didn’t go into work today, so that left all day for Mark to call him and say he wanted to play the game. Secondly, why would he all of a sudden want Rashard to go over to his house? Since I’d been with Rashard, I think he might’ve gon’ to Mark’s house maybe twice because his ass was always over here. Yeah, something definitely wasn’t right.

Once I heard Shard’s car pull out, I went into the closet to find me something to wear. I threw on my purple BCBG sweat suit along with my purple diamond bezzled UGGs. It was a good thing my baby was with my parents because I wouldn’t have been able to go after Rashard. I went into the safe that I seen Rashard go in plenty of times that was located in our closet and I picked up the gun that I saw in there. Lord knows, I didn’t know what the fuck to do with a damn gun but I guess I was just going to have to find out today.

I made sure the safety of the gun was off and I threw it in my oversized Louis Vuitton handbag. I went back into the bathroom and brushed my long hair into a nice sleek ponytail. Turning the light off in the bathroom, I headed downstairs, turned the lamp on in the den, and I was out the door. I jumped inside of my Mercedes-Benz jeep and I was on my way to the city. I just really hoped that what I was feeling was right because if I was wrong about this, I knew Rashard would be pissed at me for spying on him.

Twenty minutes later, I was pulling up to the city and I spotted Mark’s dirty colored green house on the left. Shard’s car was parked in the driveway and I didn’t want them to see this big ass truck so I parked a few houses down and shut the car off. I took the gun from out of my purse and sat my purse on the passenger seat. Getting out the car, I locked the car and put the gun in my waist like I’d seen Shard do on numerous occasions. I walked down to the house and I could see that the lights were all on in the house and I gold hear Future’s “Stick Talk” blaring from the speakers. I was literally scared as fuck right now because I’d nev

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