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My son went over to Denim and gave her a hug, and then he did the same thing to his little sis
ter. Just as fast as we made it in, was as fast as we got the fuck on. The drama that I had just gone through with Denim was mild. Hopefully, I got to Sidnesha’s house, and she wasn’t on some bullshit tonight. She was just texting me, inquiring on my whereabouts because it was getting late, which was understandable. After all, our son did have a bedtime. Luckily, Sidnesha and Denim didn’t live far from each other, so I made it to her house within ten minutes.
The second I pulled up, I noticed an extra car parked in her driveway. It was a baby blue Kia Sorento.
“Who car that is?” I asked my son.
“Roheem,” he let me know from the backseat.
I sucked my teeth at the mention of his name. I planned to make this shit short and sweet. After I walked my son into the house and talked a little bit with him, I was heading out. That nigga inside was too fuckin’ messy. He couldn’t wait to tell my baby mama that he saw me out with Normani. That was just shit that a bitch would do, but then again…
We made it to the front door, and my son knocked. Within a few seconds, Roheem opened the door. I ain’t about to sit up in here and judge no nigga, so I couldn’t even tell you what he had on as I walked right past his ass.
“Hello to you too, rudeness!” he spoke to me as he pushed the door closed once we were inside.
My son gave him a hug, and then we walked into the living room area where Sidnesha was. She had all types of packages laid out on the floor that she was more than likely getting ready to ship out. I told her before that I was happy she had her little hustle going on because years ago, when she and I were together, she wasn’t doing anything.
I fucked with the fact that she had something going on. It was a good look for my son to witness because when he got older, he could brag on his mama and say that she was a hard worker. As always, she was sitting around this motha fucka with little to no clothes on. She wore a black Nike sports bra, some tiny ass shorts that I knew would have her ass cheeks hanging out when she stood up, and house shoes were on her feet as she sat with her legs crossed Indian style. There was a beige and pink Louis Vuitton scarf on her head, and I could tell that she was in work mode. The second she saw us, she stopped what she was doing and looked up. Lil Bill walked over to his mother and gave her a hug, and she kissed the top of his head.
“What’s in this bag? You got me something?” She beamed as she took the bag from our son.
In the meantime, I set down the other items that I had him pick out to give her tomorrow.
“Nah, this for my girl. I got you something else, though,” he told her, and she let out a grunt.
“Chillllleeeee. Do men come twice your age, twice your size, and height? What a real girl gotta do for a nigga to get me some Gucci sneaks for Valentine’s Day? You got moneyyyyy cousinnnn,” Roheem told my son.
“Gone out with that shit, man,” I said to Roheem.
He laughed and waved me off. “Billionaire, when are you going to learn to accept me for me? This is how I am! Don’t hate!” Roheem said.
“Do you, by all means. Just calm that hot shit down when you’re talking to mine! Come here, Bill. Daddy about to dip,” I said to my son.
He walked over to me, and I gave him a hug and kissed the top of his head. He had left the shoes on the couch, right next to his mama, and she was being nosey. I gave the bags that belonged to Sidnesha to my son and told him to hide it in his room. He did, and then he came back out, so he could eat his dinner in the dining room.
“So, tell me, Billion, what does a rich nigga like yourself get his woman for Valentine’s Day?” Roheem asked me.
“Ion got no woman. What your nigga getting you?” I replied.
“Shit, which one? Mommy better get spoiled tomorrow, or I’m cutting all them niggas off,” Roheem spat.
I ain’t want no parts of this conversation, so I was about to head out.
“That fine piece of chocolate that you brought to my job, you ain’t get her nothing for tomorrow? Aww! Poor lil tink tink,” Roheem kept on.
I laughed.
“I got so much shit in the back of my car for her that my trunk could hardly close. Send me pictures of my fly guy tomorrow, Nesha. I’m about to dip. You straight?” I asked her.
“I don’t like how you’re encouraging this girlfriend shit that your son has going on! Really, Billion? Why would you allow him to get that little girl some five-hundred-dollar sneakers? If a little boy sent shoes like that to your daughter, you would have a fuckin’ fit,” Sidnesha spat to me.
I knew the shit was coming because she had been way too fuckin’ calm. She wouldn’t let me walk up out of there without bitching about something.
“Nesha, it’s cool. It’s innocent. We talking about a little ass elementary crush that he got. Don’t act like them niggas wasn’t crushing on you back in the day. If you’re so uncomfortable, and you don’t want him having a lil friend, then you have that conversation with him. Maybe I’m tripping, but right now, the shit just seems innocent to me. Enjoy your night, man, and good job with handling your business,” I said, pointing down at all the packages that were on the floor.
I knew Sidnesha. She could give two fucks about the fact that our son had a lil girlfriend. She was mad because I entertained Roheem and commented on what I’d gotten for Normani. Granted, I wasn’t even trying to brag or no shit like that, but Roheem and his fuckin’ mouth. He just had a way of pushing a nigga there, which is why I always tried not to engage in conversation when I got around his ass.
I made sure that my son was good one last time, and then I dipped. I wanted to play phone sex tonight with Normani, so I hoped her ass answered for me.
