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  “Oh shit, this my movie!” I said as I brushed past him and went and sat on the couch. I was starting to ease up a little bit.

  “Girl, what the hell you know about Shottas?” he said, as he flopped down beside me and started twirling my hair with his fingers.

  “Same shit you know bout Shottas!” We laughed and got more comfortable on his all-white sectional sofa.

  “So how long you been taking care of my grandma?” he asked.

  “A little over four months now. I was initially assigned to her for about two months to provide wound care after her surgery. Fortunately, I gained not only a friend in Mrs. Mildred, but a mother figure also. After my two months were up, I just continued to care for her. She’s such a sweet lady; feisty but sweet.” We laughed.

  “Yeah, grams a trip…I’m over there mostly on weekends. I’m surprised I never ran into you.”

  “I’m there during the week. I stop by sometimes on the weekends to check on her or to see if she needs anything. So that’s probably why we never ran into each other. Besides, you look like the type of nigga that stay on the go.” He chuckled after that last statement.

  “You right, Ma. I do stay on the go. Somebody got to pay the bills around this muthafucka.”

  For the next few hours we talked and kicked back.

  “Damn Ma, you got some fat ass feet!” he joked. “That pregnancy ain’t bullshitting with you, huh?”

  “Shut up Nigga!! I’m only three months!” I mushed his head! I didn’t even realized how fat my feet were until now. They were still cute though. I could never step foot out the house without a manicure.

  He grabbed one of the throw pillows and sat it on his lap. He patted the pillow.

  “Put’ em up here,” he said

  “I’m straight,” I replied. This nigga was putting me on the spot. My feet were cute and all but shit, it had been about two weeks since I had them done.

  “Man, give me ya damn feet,” he smiled and I obliged.

  “Mona, bring me the baby oil out the bathroom,” he yelled to one of his housekeepers. Not even a minute later, Mona came and handed the baby oil to Mega.

  He began massaging my feet with the baby oil. I ain’t gone lie that shit felt good as fuck. There was no way I could tell him to stop. I couldn’t even talk. I just laid my head back on the couch and closed my eyes.

  When I opened my eyes about fifteen minutes later, Mega was in a daze, staring directly at me while he massaged my feet.

  “What? Why you starin’ at me like that?” I asked.

  “Cause you so fuckin beautiful. I swear when it’s all said and done you gon be mine, for real.” He was dead ass serious. He continued to play with my feet.

  “Whatever!” I said.

  “Okay whatever. Think it’s a game.” He flashed that grill at me and I realized he had one deep dimple in his right cheek.

  I was really starting to feel Mega. He was a cool ass dude after all. I was really enjoying our time together. I had damn near forgotten I was married until my husband called.

  “I gotta take this,” I told him as I stood up and walked towards the back of his house.

  “Hey babe,” I answered, almost dropping my phone I was so damn nervous. My heart was about to bust out my chest. I felt like I was getting ready to tell on my damn self.

  “What’s good baby? You still in Albany?” JaMel sounded like he was still at the club from all the music that was playing in the background.

  “Yeah, I’m about to go get me something to eat and then Shakira is coming over to our house to help me take down my hair.”

  “Okay, cool. I was just checking on ya’ll. You know the routine,” he laughed.

  “Yeah babe…I know! Bye love,” I smiled and disconnected the call.

  I stood there looking around, trying to figure out which way to go. I must have been walking fast as hell when I took that call. This nigga house was so big, my dumb ass had gotten lost. Mona, the housekeeper was walking by, when I stopped and asked her for help. She was nice enough to show me back to the living room. Mega was laid back on the couch with his feet propped up. He sat up when he saw me enter the room. I felt so uncomfortable after that. I don’t know why. It’s not like he didn’t know I was married.

  “My bad, Mega,” I said as I sat down beside him.

  “You good, Ma. I told you I understand your situation. I want you so fuckin’ bad I don’t even care about that shit right now, for real,” he said and let out a slight chuckle.

  Did he say “right now”, meaning that there was a possibility that he would care about it in the future? That should’ve been a sign.

  I stayed for about another twenty minutes chatting it up and laughing with Mega, or should I say De’Carlos Banks. I understood why they called him Mega and why his last name was Banks. This nigga was large and he was definitely getting to the money.

  “So when you gonna come back and chill wit’ me?” he asked, walking me to my car.

  “When you want me to?” I flirted. The fuck am I saying?

  “Shiid, shorty I don’t really want yo ass to leave now!” We fell out laughing. He grabbed my hands and pulled me in close. He smelled so good.

  “How bout this, whenever you want to see me just say the word. You can come by anytime. Call, text, whatever! I’m there. I’m on yo schedule,” he said as he brushed his hands across my face. That moist feeling started creeping up between my legs. I exhaled before I responded. He smiled like he knew what was taking over me.

  “Okay, that’s what’s up. It’ll be soon. Trust and believe.” I grabbed his chin and kissed him on his lips. They were so damn soft. He started blinding me with his grill. The devil was really controlling my life today! Devil, get up off me!!

  *****

  I was on my way home when I saw an All White BMW a few cars ahead of me that looked just like JaMel’s. It was bobbing and weaving in and out of traffic. I thought it was him but knew that it wasn’t because JaMel would never drive his BMW like that. Shit, that was his baby! Sometimes I thought he loved that car more than he loved me the way he took care of it. I wasn’t fifteen minutes outside of Albany when I received a text from Mega.

  MEGA: I miss you already Mrs. Lady! And don’t text back while you driving!

  I couldn’t help but laugh. Shit, that’s all I did while we were together is laugh. He had a joke for everything. I put the phone back inside my purse. I would text him when I got home. The entire drive I was thinking about Mega. I don’t know what it was about this guy. His whole demeanor had my pussy steaming. He was indeed a thug. I could tell from his lifestyle and the way that he conducted business over the phone. He was definitely a boss. JaMel was from the streets but he was nowhere near deep in the game like this. Soon as I passed Shellman, small town outside of Cuthbert, I called Kira.

  “Damn bitch! I ain’t heard from you all day!” she answered.

  “Whatever bitch! Meet me at my house in twenty. I need you to help me take down my hair.”

  “Uh…Uhh, I told yo ass not to get them damn twists anyway!”

  “Please Kira?” I begged. “Don’t do me like that! And besides, I got some shit to tell you!”

  “Aight, you got me! I’ll be there!”

  I couldn’t do anything but laugh. Her nosey ass always wanted to know some shit. One thing about her though is she has never repeated anything that I’ve told her and vice versa. That’s the type of relationship we had. When I made it home, I slipped into some pajamas and waited for Kira to get there. I couldn’t wait to tell her about my boo thang, Mega…..or maybe I’ll just keep it a secret.

  CHAPTER 9

  JAMEL

  I don’t know how the fuck I ended up getting off an exit and running right into Taysia. I almost shitted bricks when I saw her car a few cars behind me. I thought she’d already left Albany by now, but knowing her she probably stopped by another store. I was bobbing and weaving in and out of traffic trying to get the hell out of dodge. Luckily she didn’t see me. I
could see her bobbing her head to the radio in my rearview.

  “Slow the fuck down JaMel!!!!” MeMe, the lil’ shorty that I had got pregnant, yelled. I had to come over here to pick her up because she was staying in Cuthbert this weekend. I was getting straight tired of this bitch. She thought just because she was pregnant with my seed and shit I was supposed to just up and jump when she says so. It ain’t like she didn’t have a car. She had a bad ass Audi A8, but claimed it was in the shop. I slick believe she was lying to get me to come pick her up. I was still trying to figure out how she afforded the damn car because she didn’t have a job and I damn sure wasn’t taking care of her. This bitch got life all the way fucked up if she thinks I’m going to be catering to her just because she’s pregnant.

  “Shut the fuck up MeMe, damn!” I yelled, hitting the steering wheel with my fist. My palms were sweating from anxiety.

  “Who the fuck you think you talking to JaMel? Do I look like yo wife?” she said rolling her neck and popping her gums. I had told her about bringing my wife into our arguments. She had a hard time listening. This was my last time fucking with a bitch that ain’t over twenty-one.

  “Hell nah you don’t! My wife looks better than you on her worst day!” I said.

  “What the fuck ever! You wasn’t saying that shit last night while you was chewing on my ass!”

  “Look MeMe, I don’t have time to argue with you aight, damn! And you wonder why I don’t want you!” I was ready to bust her in her shit. She better be lucky I don’t hit women.

  “You the one starting with me! I ain’t did shit to you! All I said was for you to slow the fuck down. I am pregnant you know!” Her voice cracked and the tears immediately started flowing. Pregnant women are a trip. I instantly felt bad because I had been treating MeMe like shit lately. I guess it was because I really didn’t want to have a baby by her. She was halfway through her pregnancy and I was still talking shit about it like that would change anything.

  “Yo, I’m sorry MeMe. A nigga just stressed, that’s all.” I reached over and grabbed her hand. She was still crying. I knew I had to make her feel better because MeMe’s little young, childish ass would try to get even with a nigga and tell my wife what’s really going on. She had threatened me with that shit plenty of times. Even though she had no clue who my wife was, I couldn’t have that. I turned down a dark road that no one took, but it would still take you to Cuthbert.

  “The fuck you turn down this road for?” she sniffed. See, that’s what I mean. She could never just go with the fucking flow; she always had some shit to say, even if it was just a question.

  “You’ll see,” I smiled and licked my lips. She already knew what time it was. Her ass was ready. I pulled over on the side of the road and let my seat back and pulled out my dick. Stroking it up and down, I didn’t even have to tell her what to do. She took off her shoes, pulled up her dress, climbed over to the driver’s seat and sat on top of me. She rubbed her bald pussy back and forth on my dick, until he rose from the dead. She grabbed my dick with one hand and guided it into her love section.

  “Oh shit, JaMel,” she moaned, as she slid up and down on my pole.

  “This what you wanted, huh?” I asked as I gripped her soft ass with both hands.

  “Yes daddy….this what I wanted,” she panted. She was riding my dick as if she was on a horse. She pulled her dress over her head and threw it on the passenger’s seat as she continued to ride. This lil’ young girl was sexy as fuck, pregnant. I massaged one of her breasts with one hand while the other remained on her ass.

  “Yes JaMel, make me cum!” She reached behind her and cuffed my balls in her hands, and squeezed them gently.

  “Shiiiiiiit……girl!” I groaned as I tensed up. She twerked up and down, followed by slow grinding.

  “You like this young, tight pussy don’t you daddy?” She asked in a sexy ass voice. I was about to bust.

  “Hell yeah….I love this pussy!” I was honest.

  She continued to grind and twerk on my pole. Soon I felt her wall tighten around my man, blood rushed to the head of my dick. I held her by her waist and lifted my waist up. Next thing you know, I shot my seeds all inside of her tummy. She lay on top of me as my dick went limp inside her. MeMe was in love with me. I can’t lie; it was partially my fault. I was treating her lil’ young ass like she was a queen and shit. I really did have feelings for her. Unfortunately, they weren’t deeper than those that I had for my wife. I prayed she would understand this shit and wouldn’t try anything crazy. I grabbed the back of her head kissed her passionately in her mouth.

  “Come on MeMe, we gotta go.” She sat up and climbed back over to the passenger’s seat. She grabbed her dress and pulled it down over her head. I had to be honest with myself, I couldn’t stop fucking with MeMe. It was something about her lil’ young ass that I loved. She was dark skinned and pretty as hell. She looked like Naturi Naughton, the chick that played Lil’ Kim in the movie Notorious. If NaTaysia found this shit out, she would probably put a bullet in my ass!

  CHAPTER 10

  NATAYSIA

  “Damn hoe, you sho been doing a lot of texting since I been here!” Kira’s nosey ass was all over my shoulder trying to read my messages. I was sitting on top of a pillow on the floor between her legs, while she took down my hair. She continued, “And when you got a new phone? You may as well give me your old iPhone since you got a new one!”

  “Shut up bitch. This ain’t my damn phone,” I said to her as I continued to text Mega.

  “What you mean it ain’t yours?” I was ignoring her because I was too caught up in the conversation Mega and I was having. We had been texting each other ever since I left his house.

  “Hellllloooo,” she sang in my ear, nudging my shoulder.

  “Huh bitch? Whatcha say?” I was annoyed.

  “I saaaaaid what do you mean it ain’t yours? Whose is it?” She yanked my head back with suspicion written across her face.

  “Ouch! That shit hurt bitch!” I laughed. She was getting pissed. I knew I had to tell her because her ass wasn’t going to let this shit go.

  “Well you act like you can’t damn hear. Now who phone you got?”

  “A friend,” I said.

  “What kind of friend you talking about?” She looked as if she hadn’t heard me right.

  “Damn Kira! A friend I met a few weeks ago.”

  “Oh my god! Tay, are you serious? How the hell you meet a new friend? And why do you have his phone? And why the hell are you just now telling me?” Kira and I told each other everything. The only reason I hadn’t told her about Mega because I really didn’t want to make nothing out of something.

  “Girl, it’s a long story.” I really didn’t want to go into details about Mega and me, but I knew Kira was not leaving until she got it out of me.

  “Shit, I ain’t got nun but time! Now talk,” she said as she stopped taking my hair down and sat back. I ran down the entire story about me and Mega, without giving his name. Her mouth was open the entire time. She couldn’t believe another nigga had my attention, because she knew how crazy I was over JaMel. She also knew that the thought of cheating on him has never ever crossed my mind up until now.

  “Damn Tay! I can’t believe you would even look at another nigga on Mel! This nigga must really look good. What’s his name?”

  Shit!

  “His name is Mega.” Her eyes bucked like she had seen a ghost!

  “Mega?!?! Wait a minute…are you talkin bout De’Carlos Banks?” She was stunned.

  “Yeah…you know him or sum?” She was all too dramatic and I wanted to know why.

  “Nah, I don’t know him personally. But I heard about him. That’s Chino and Dub’s cousin. I heard that nigga’s the biggest thang rocking over there in The Bany! Girl, be careful. They say that muthafucka is sum serious,” she explained.

  “Oh trust me, I can tell!”

  “Bitch, he gotta a friend or sum? A brother, cousin…shiiid, I’ll take his uncle!” We fel
l out laughing. This bitch ain’t got no chill. She had my damn stomach hurting.

  “Yeah right bitch, make Jay beat that ass,” I reminded her.

  “What the fuck ever! Make me beat his muthafuckin’ ass!” she added.

  We both got quiet when we heard JaMel’s BMW pulling up outside. I immediately turned the phone off and put it inside of my purse. Shakira’s stupid ass was laughing the entire time. I bowed her in her knee as he walked through the door.

  “Sup Thing 1 and Thing 2.” He called us by the names he had given us back in college. He looked worn out.

  Ain’t shit,” Kira said, as she picked her bottle of Corona up from the floor and turned it up. JaMel just shook his head and laughed.

  “Damn boo, you look worn out. What you got going on?” I asked concerned. JaMel never looked this tired before. He had been ripping and running so much lately and I could tell it was taking a toll on him.

  “Grinding ma, just grinding.” He went in the refrigerator to get his bottle of Corona but it was gone. He looked directly as Kira.

  “My bad, Mel, but a bitch was thirsty!” She picked up the bottle of Corona again and turned it up.

  “You good Kira!” He laughed and went straight to the bedroom. My husband was tired.

  “Bitch, you can take these last three twists out yourself. I’m getting sleepy.” Kira grabbed her purse and her keys, letting me know she was about to go home.

  “Ugh, Kira you make me sick!” I got up and walked her to the door.