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“That’s the thing. I didn’t want you to handle it. I wanted to handle it on my own! Look how she talks to me! She doesn’t respect me, and the moment you run to her on my behalf, she’s going to continue to think I’m soft. Right when you walked out, she called Khari, talking to her all crazy because she could see that she had gotten her hair wet in the pool tonight. I guess she told her not to get it wet, which is crazy because what five-year-old is going to actually listen to that? They’re on summer break, and it isn’t like the kids are in summer camp, so why does it matter if she gets her hair wet? On top of that, I already washed it for her. Ugh, Billionaire! It’s like she came back, and she’s on the same stuff that she was on before. Damn!” I said and hit the bed before picking up a couple of pillows and putting them behind me, so my back could have some support.
“Ima talk to her tomorrow,” he said.
“I just told you that you didn’t have to,” I told him.
Billionaire flopped on the bed and came over to me. He rested his head in the crook of my neck, and his hands went under my pajama top I was wearing. As he massaged my stomach in a circular motion, I knew he was trying to calm me down, but it wasn’t working because I was still pissed. Denim just had a way with words, and that woman knew how to get under my damn skin. This felt like back at his grandmother’s surprise party, when I allowed her to piss me off. The only thing different was that I wasn’t crying this time.
“You can let anybody in the fuckin’ world trigger you, Normani, but why the fuck would you let it be Denim? Denim got fuckin’ issues that she had longgg before she was put into that coma. That coma shit just made it worse, and nah, this ain’t my way of trying to make up some excuses for her. I just personally know that she can be sick in the fuckin’ head. She woke up from that shit, and she’s going around this bitch treating motha fuckas like they owe her something. That’s why when I drop Khari off over there and pick her up, I be in and out because I’m liable to break her neck, with her slick ass mouth.
“Denim is jealous of you, and I told you that shit months ago, back when you wasn’t even my wife yet. I think she can see the change in Khari, as far as her manners and shit go, and she knows that another woman is responsible for teaching that shit to her daughter. You got the ring, my last name, the house, my baby, and she’s mad about that shit, especially since she ain’t where she wants to be right now in life. But still, that don’t give her the right to be talking to you like she crazy.
“Ima holler at her, and I’m only going to talk to her because I don’t want you having no regrets. I know when I got with you, you was firm on that ‘no baby mama’ bullshit, and I just don’t want you having no regrets. We at a good place in our lives, and I’m just trying to continue making you happy. Can I do that? Can yo’ nigga continue to make you happy, shorty?” he asked as he removed his hands from under my shirt.
Billionaire got on top of me, not putting his weight on me, just putting his legs on either side of me with his hands on either side of my head. His face was so close to mine as he waited for me to answer him.
“You can make me happy. Just control your baby mama. That’s all that I ask for,” I told him, and then I leaned my head in and kissed his lips.
“Prosper,” he said.
I looked up at him with confused eyes as I went for the band of his pajamas; I was trying to get his dick out. We’d been fooling around with each other all day, and I was ready to feel him now. The kids were both in their rooms sleeping. Our room door was locked, so we could finally have some fun.
“Prosper what?” I asked, unsure of what he was talking about.
“Prosper for our daughter. You like that? That shit is fie,” he said.
I laughed, but then I thought about it, and I actually liked it. It was a unique name, like what I was looking for.
“I love it, actually,” I told him.
“I knew you would. Now, let me prosper inside some pussy,” he said, and he didn’t have to say it twice because I was ready for him hours ago.
“What’s up with you? Yo’ whole vibe is off. That shit been off since we got in the car. And since when the fuck do you turn down some ice cream? You eat that shit like I drink water,” Truth, my fiancé, said from the driver’s side of the car.
I knew he would pick up on my vibe because, hell, even I could tell that I was off a little bit. We’d just left my cousin and Normani’s beautiful home after celebrating their gender reveal with them. Now, Truth and I were just riding around Miami, taking in the nightlife for a little bit. In a couple of hours, we were going to head to the airport and take the private jet back to Cali.
I needed to stop being so stupid and get Monterius out of my fuckin’ head. I was going to mess around and lose out on this perfect man who was sitting right beside me. The man who had me so deeply in love. The man responsible for the little peanut growing in my stomach.
Although Normani had given me a pep talk earlier today at the party, I still couldn’t stop thinking about the way this man had moved on with that bitch like it was nothing. I probably sounded so dumb saying that. It was just crazy to think that I was with a nigga for years, and the same bitch he would tell me not to worry about was the bitch he was with now. I mean, I could take that because niggas would find them a bitch regardless, but it was that beautiful daughter Monterius had that I couldn’t take. That little girl was her father’s twin.
We walked past each other today and gave each other a quick wave. The last time I saw him was two months ago at my uncle’s funeral, and we agreed to be cordial. Monterius had originally asked to be friends, but I knew that would never happen. How the hell could you be friends with someone you used to be in love with?
“I’m fine. I’m just not in the mood for ice cream. I had ice cream at the party,” I said to Truth.
I tried to reach over and intertwine my hand with his, but he moved his hand out of the way, curving me. I sighed and then leaned the back of my head against the headrest. We were at Sunny Isles beach, and where we were parked, we had a beautiful view of the ocean. It was hard to see it since it was so dark out, but we could definitely hear it loud and clear, and it was a therapeutic sound.
“Shit was straight before we came to Miami, and you saw that nigga with his baby mama and their child,” he said, and I didn’t respond.
Truth let out a sarcastic laugh then shook his head as he looked over at me.
“Twinkle, baby girl, I don’t have no motha fuckin’ gun to your head. I love the fuck out of you, shorty. I love you more than anything that I ever touched, ever came in contact with. Shorty, I love you more than I love the game of basketball, and you know how I feel about that shit because ball was my first love. As much as I love you, yo, I ain’t about to force you to be someplace that you don’t think you want to be.
“If you feeling like you gotta choose, then shorty, don’t fuckin’ choose me because I don’t want you to think of me as a fuckin’ option! You got your own fuckin’ baby that you growing, why would you even be dwelling on that nigga and worrying about being a step mama to his jit? The same jit that he had on you! I won’t give
you an ultimatum because I ain’t that type of nigga. I’m breaking my back just to make sure that I’m keeping you happy. I make sure I go out of my way to have time with you. Even though we in the middle of the season, and the championship is going to start in just a few short months, I’m still making a way. If this ain’t what you want, baby, let a nigga know, and I’ll gladly let you go. Even though that shit will pain me, I’ll still do it,” Truth said.
I not only heard hurt in his voice, but I could also hear that he was angry. I was still in my seat belt, so I removed it. I tried to climb into his lap, but again, he curved me.
“Watch out, yo,” he said, placing his arm out to block me, but I still found a way to get in his lap.
