“To that hoe spot? Nah, I’m good,” I tried to walk away but he snatched me back.
“No not to my condo. Put it this way, you riding home with me and we going home together.”
I waved his ass off and went to find my sister. He could go right back to his section he spent his money on and chill with his young girlfriend. The vibrating from my purse made my heart stop. For a few days now, I’d been waiting for the text to tell me my instructions to make my past disappear for good. Pulling my phone out, I took a deep breath and opened the text.
Unknown:Meet me tomorrow at our spot.
It didn’t matter how much I pushed Savanah off me, she would slide her little ass right the fuck back up under me. This was the main reason I didn’t sleep with younger girls. I wanted her to go away but picked up that she was sensitive as fuck. The more I was battling with not hurting her feelings the more I sat and watched niggas run in and out of Blessyn face. It wasn’t until now that I realized her ass must have really loved my ass because she had niggas all over her and not once had she cheated on me.
It was the outfit and how fat her ass sat up since having my son that had my dick hard. Merci had her hair flowing all the way down and stopped right on the top of her ass. She was smiling and having conversation with niggas that I knew from the hood. The same niggas that knew she belonged to me. This momenttaught me that I was married to one of the coldest in the game and I let her go but tonight, I had to get my wife back.
“Savannah,” I called out. She came sliding over like a damn nagging ass toddler. “Let tonight be the last night you pop up on me. I enjoyed you while we were kicking it but I’mma end this shit with you so I can fix my shit with my wife. My bad if you felt like we were gon’ be more than just fuck buddies.”
I could see the tears in his eyes and the color of her skin changing. What I didn’t see coming was her slapping me across my face and knocking my clear frame Cartier glass across the floor. I couldn’t even react before Boogie was dragging her ass out kicking and screaming. The only woman I ever let hit me was Blessyn. I never understood why a woman would put their hands on a man first and didn’t expect to get hit back? The first time you knock the shit out of them, everybody hollering about self-control. Yet a woman doesn’t have any. Fuck that, the next bitch hit me, I’m knocking her lace front loose. I wasn’t about to be like Perc was with Lexus.
Now that my problem was gone, I headed in Blessyn’s direction. She was chilling at the bar with Merci and another chick. If I didn’t start working on getting things together with her then I was going to lose her to Capone smooth ass. He was known for taking good care of whatever woman he was dating at the time. Blessyn should be used to it but it’s different when a nigga in his forties. Hoes loved older niggas because he reminded them of daddy. Wale was playing through club as I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her away from her sister.
“We been on a tragedy for months. Why can’t you agree with me for once? Maybe we can be on chill tonight. Maybe I can give you chills tonight,” I sung in her ear.
She tried to pull away from me, but Merci came over with her phone out putting us all her Instagram. It was time for the people to know I was back in the picture.
“Let’s get the fuck it out of here. Go get our son and go home.”
“I can’t leave my sister.”
“My brother here. What the fuck he gon’ let happen to her?” I grabbed her hand and dragged her ass out the club. At first, I wanted to fuck the shit out of her but I just wanted to lay in bed with her Kani. Since our son been here, we hadn’t been a family. That’s all I wanted at the end of the day. Blessyn and I walked right out the club together and got in my car.
“I saw the commotion going on with you and your girlfriend. Y’all cool?”
“Don’t be fuckin’ funny. I told her what it was. I wanted my wife back and I wasn’t fuckin’ with her no more. That bitch slapped and before I could knock her neck loose, Boogie threw her ass out.” I checked my mirrors to make sure he was behind me.
“You was gon’ hit the girl back? That ain’t like you.”
“I have self-control trust me, but don’t think I didn’t want to.”
“Okay so back to you wanting your wife back. What’s up with that? Does this have anything to do with Capone talking to me? I could see the jealousy in your eyes.”
I took the exit to the house instead of getting Kani. Blessyn and I needed some alone time together. We had plenty of time to be with our son. Time alone only came occasionally when you have kids.
“I am jealous. You forced me out of a relationship that I wasn’t ready to end and then you looking happy and shit while I’m still battling with the fact that I signed the papers just to make you happy.”
“You don’t think that was best for the situation we in? I feel like I’m taking it easy on you now by having this conversation with you.”
"I've apologized numerous times and explained what happened that day, but you still see me the same way. I love you deeply, but it feels like we'll never regain what we had since you know I killed your Kason and that nigga. I've done everything I can to fix this, except bringing your son back. You'll never love me the same."
“Lucky I love you. A little too much but guilt is what’s keeping me from being with you.”
“Honestly, do you think we will ever be able to move on from this shit and raise our son together? Like be a real family without you worrying ‘bout what someone may say or the guilt you may feel for doing what your heart wanna do anyway?”
“I can’t answer that question right now. I’m going through my own shit right now that doesn’t include you.”
“Tell me what it is so I handle it.”
“You can’t handle everything, Lucky. I got it.”
“Whatever you dealing with, I can handle for you or pay somebody to make it go away. What you need me to do?”
She looked up at me as I pulled into the garage. Whatever it was seemed to have her consumed.
