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  “I’m not fixing anything! Tassana has made my life a living hell!” I stated.

  “You fucked my boyfriend!” she screamed.

  “Oh, bitch, please! You screwed mine wayyyy before Kauzie and I made it official! You didn’t even love Kauzie! You only liked what he did for you! You just wanted him because I did! Tell Daddy and Mommy the type of men you really like! They think you are so damn innocent! You fucked almost everybody I know! I almost got killed behind you! You are poison! Everything you come in contact with becomes bitter! It’s only a matter of time before you end up dead and when you do I will be the first bitch to piss on your grave! You trashy low-life bitch! I fucking hate you! If I could carve my face off, I would!” I screamed at her. Tassana had tears coming out of her eyes. I guess my words were hateful, but I hated her! It would be a cold day in hell before I cared about Tassana again.

  “That was an awful thing to say,” my mother said, holding her chest.

  “I thought she was sick! I was worried about her! The whole time she was away in Virginia with another man while I was playing her! She hurt me! I didn’t think she would lie about something like that! I knew she was scandalous, but I never imagined her stooping that low!” I said. I grabbed my things while she hid behind our mother.

  “It was nice seeing y’all. I’ll be back when this trash isn’t here,” I said, walking out. I walked past Tassana’s car then walked back. I pulled my pocketknife out of my purse then flattened all four of her tires. I scratched bitch on the hood. I know it was childish of me but a pregnant woman can’t do but so much. I got in my car then pulled off, heading straight to Kauzie’s shop. When I walked in he was sitting down at his desk on the phone. He told the caller he would call them back later.

  “What’s wrong, shorty?” he asked, getting up. I burst into tears.

  “I fucking hate her so much!” I cried as he hugged me.

  It has been a week since I went to my parents’ home. I was planning on going back in a few days. Kauzie and my trip to Barbados had to be put off because of a storm they were supposed to be having. I’d never flown before so I wasn’t chancing it. I was on Kyree’s couch, eating a pickle with hot sauce on it. No wonder she was addicted to it. It was very tasty!

  “So, what have you been up to?” I asked Kyree. She smiled at me.

  “What, bitch? Spill it! You’ve been quiet and that isn’t normal! There is not a day that goes by where I don’t feel the need to punch you in the face!” I said laughing.

  “I had a one-night stand!” she said. I sat up then got comfortable.

  “Spill it, hoe! I want to know everything!” I said. She started telling me the story of her and Shimmy going to a party. When she mentioned the guy Osari I knew where she was headed.

  “Bitchhhhhh, you fucked a thug?” I asked.

  “He isn’t really a thug. He has a sweet side. He’s like a Sour Patch Kid,” Kyree said, blushing.

  “Was the dick good?” I asked her.

  “Girlllllllllllllllll! That nigga dick was better than No Hands and No Hands was screwing my brains out! Then he is demanding during sex! Rough, but gentle. But unfortunately that was the first and last time. No Hands and I are starting over,” she said. I wanted to choke Kyree. No Hands is a beautiful person inside and out, but he is the worst boyfriend!

  “So, you are okay with the baby mamas?” I asked, not believing her.

  “I don’t have to deal with them. But No Hands is all I know. I’m not trying to learn someone else all over again,” she said.

  “You are only twenty-three! What the hell, Kyree? You sound like a fifty-year-old woman, settling! I seriously cannot understand how can a beautiful woman like you can put up with that shit? Have you not learned from Darrion and me? It’s never going to get better once a damn baby is involved,” I said.

  “You think because you and Kauzie is on some hood fairytale shit, you can judge me?” she asked.

  “NO! I think as a woman that’s been through baby mama drama before. I can give you some advice! But what you eat don’t make me shit! Long as me and my nigga good, I don’t give a damn anymore,” I replied.

  “Get the hell out of my house!” Kyree stood up with her fists balled. I laughed at her because Kyree was not intimidating even when she tried her hardest to be.

  “Make me, bitch! I’m not going anywhere until it’s time for me to go home and cook Kauzie’s dinner,” I said, rolling my eyes at her.

  She sat down then looked at me. After a while we burst into laughter.

  “I’m just glad you keep it funky with me,” she said.

  “So, this Osari nigga…where is he at?” I asked her.

  “It was a one-night stand,” she said.

  “Why when you talk about him, you blush?” I asked.

  “I’m not blushing!” she said giggling.

  “Call him!” I said.

  “NO!” she spat.

  “What’s his number? I will call him!” I replied.

  “Call him and say what?” she asked. I knew she wanted to call him. She probably just didn’t know what to say.

  “See what he is up to! Duh, bitch!” I said.

  “That’s too thirsty. I agreed that it was just a one-night stand. If he wanted to talk, he would’ve called me,” she said.

  “Girl, hush! That is still a man! Age ain’t going to change nothing! If you tell him that’s all you wanted, he is not making the first move! He is putting everything in your court!” I said.

  Kyree grabbed her cell-phone off the coffee table. She had it on speakerphone. After three rings Osari answered.

  “Who the fuck is this?” he asked.

  “Kyree,” she said.

  “Oh, what you want?” he asked rudely. I regret telling Kyree to call him. He is a complete ass!

  “I ummmmm… I think I dropped my ID in your car,” she responded. That was the oldest trick in the book. I threw a candle at her. Osari laughed at her.

  “You want me to squeeze in that tight little pussy again, don’t you?” he asked Kyree.

  “You are a disrespectful-ass nigga!” Kyree said. I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Shorty, you called me! Now, what the fuck do you want? I’m not the type of nigga to be talking on the phone. I knew you were going to pull this stunt. I made sure I fucked you that good so you could,” he said to her.

  “I can’t stand you!” she said, hanging up on him.

  “How old is he?” I asked Kyree.

  “Twenty-one! He acts like he been here before! He knows a woman’s body a bit too well!” she said.

  “It’s like that, huh?” I asked Kyree.

  “That’s because he is crazy! No Hands just text me telling me to bring him something to eat. Come on and ride with me,” she said. No Hands still has a hold on Kyree, I see. After we left the Chinese carryout spot we drove to No Hands’s house. When we pulled up, Osari and Dez were around the front of the house, chilling.

  “You scared, aren’t you?” I asked, laughing.

  “Come on, let’s get out.” I grabbed No Hands’s food.

  “There goes my nigga!” No Hands said to me, getting excited. I hugged him then kissed his cheek. Dez gave me the head nod and Osari just grilled me.

  “Can’t speak, nigga? You had a lot of shit to say when I first saw you,” I said to him.

  “Shorty, I don’t know you!” he said.

  “Well, let’s get acquainted then!” I said to him then he finally cracked a smile, showing his dimple. He definitely is a Sour Patch Kid! Kyree wasn’t lying about that.

  “I’m not fucking with you, girl! I don’t want any beef with you! I apologize to you for that! You better accept my apology too because I don’t give them out! Cherish that shit! Now, who you came with?” he asked me.

  “She came with my shorty! Kyree acting all shy! Tell her to get out of the car!” No Hands said to me. Dez looked at Osari and shook his head. This was a mess!

  “What is she shy for? I don’t bite,” Osari sa
id. Kyree gets out of the car. I can tell she freshened her face up and sprayed herself with some fragrance.

  She stood next to me with her hands on her hips. Osari boldly looked her up and down then winked at her after he licked his lips. Kyree blushed and No Hands didn’t notice anything!

  “You got a bee on your shoulder,” Osari said, brushing his hand against Kyree’s shoulder. It slipped then fell down on her breast. Dez coughed and I turned my head. I was ready to go home.

  “Damn, nigga. You touching my girl’s breast!” No Hands said.

  “My bad. This kush got me seeing shit. She almost reminded me of this shorty I gave the business to the other night. I can tell by the way I was hitting her that her man wasn’t reaching that shit right. She had some wet-wet too,” Osari said.

  No Hands loosened up. “That was some kush though!” he said, laughing. Osari was throwing low blows. Kyree had a dilemma on her hands.

  “That’s just fucking ignorant!” Kyree told Osari.

  “She liked it! I bet I can call her right now and tell her to have that ass sitting in the air for me and she would do it!” he responded.

  “She sounds like a hoe, my nigga!” No Hands said.

  “Why the fuck she has to be all of that? Aren’t you a hoe?” Kyree asked him.

  “Don’t start that shit with me! Why you keep bringing that up? I thought we were moving on?” No Hands asked her.

  “I holla at y’all later! This bitch keeps calling me!” Osari said then walked off.

  “Wait, nigga! I rode over here with you!” Dez said, getting up.

  “He has a woman?” Kyree asked out loud.

  “From what I heard. They live together too,” No Hands said. If only No Hands knew his woman wanted another man.

  Chapter 6- Osari

  “Yo, you tripping! You was feeling on that nigga’s girl and shit. No Hands is cool peoples,” Dez fussed. I didn’t tell him what Kyree and I did but I’m sure it was obvious.

  “Fuck that nigga. He should be happy he got an extra set of hands to please his shorty,” I told Dez.

  “You smashed Kyree?” he asked me.

  “Watch your mouth, nigga! Only hoes get smashed,” I said. Dez looked at me then shook his head.

  “You feeling her, aren’t you?” he asked me.

  “Naw, I’m good on that loudmouth broad!” I said pulling up to the crib. Dez and I got out then walked in. Tassana was on the couch with a glass of wine watching TV. I looked around the crib and was disgusted. This place was a mess! She even had a pair of shorts by the stairs.

  “Hold on, real quick. Let me walk out and walk back in. I think I walked into someone else’s crib,” I said then Dez chuckled.

  “You finally made it home,” Tassana spat.

  “You fuck with Tokyo’s sister? Yoooo, this is too much!” Dez said, having a seat.

  I snatched Tassana’s wine glass from her.

  “So, you can’t clean up?” I asked her.

  “You can’t answer the phone?” she said.

  “Okay, I see what this is about,” I said. I walked upstairs then grabbed all of her very expensive items. I walked to the back of the house then threw them in the woods. I went back into the house then grabbed her jewelry throwing it into a pond. Tassana was screaming and crying, pulling on my shirt.

  I ignored her as I grabbed her items then started throwing them everywhere around the house. I broke some of her expensive China. By the time I was done she barely had anything left in the closet.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked me. I ignored her. I wished Tassana wasn’t so materialistic! That’s how she got into the mess she’s in now.

  Dez sat on the couch and rolled up. I sat on the couch with him.

  “Why did you toss out my things?” she asked me.

  “MY THINGS! Shit that I paid for! Now, finish cleaning up! Go cook and then go to sleep. You got to wake up early in the morning and do that thing for me,” I said to her. My phone beeped and it was Kyree. She sent me a message.

  Kyree: You are a messy-ass nigga!

  Me: Keep your legs closed, then!

  She waited three minutes to respond.

  Kyree: I’m never talking to you again!

  I laughed at her message then replied.

  Me: Good! Why did you get that nigga finger-foods, anyway? I must was on your mind because you wasn’t thinking clearly!

  She cursed me out but I didn’t respond. Kyree wanted a reaction out of me. She wanted the one-night stand and now she can’t handle it.

  The next day I swung by Kyree’s crib. Shimmy was the one who told me she was home. I knocked on the door. Kyree answered the door with rollers in her hair. Face cream was on her face and toothpaste was dripping from her mouth as she brushed her teeth. She tried slamming the door in my face but I let myself in.

  “Take care of that and hurry up!” I said, walking to her living room. She rushed up the stairs.

  She came back down the stairs with her hair still in rollers. It was early in the morning and I knew she probably was agitated with me.

  “What the fuck do you want?” she asked me.

  “I’m trying to figure that shit out right now, but for the time being have a seat!” She grilled me with her cute face then sat down across from me.

  “So, you got a man now, huh?” I asked her.

  “You live with a bitch?” she snapped back.

  “She lives with me, but that’s small shit,” I said to her.

  “How cool are you and No Hands?” she asked me.

  “He’s a cool dude but that’s Dez’s peoples. I barely know him. What are you showing off for, Kyree?” I asked her.

  “I don’t like you!” she said.

  “I don’t like liars!” I said to her, turning on the TV.

  “What if he pops up, Osari?” she asked me.

  “We already got dirty with it. Look, shorty, I don’t have a problem with the nigga. What I do have a problem with, is your games. I don’t play games. You want me to back off, I will. But the problem is you don’t want me to,” I said to her.

  “Get the fuck out, Osari! Get your crazy-ass out of my fucking house! I’m in love with my man and I don’t want you!” she shouted.

  “But you want me to hit it again? Let’s face it, you feeling a nigga! You was feeling me when you first saw me! I can read body language, Kyree. It’s cool though!” I said, standing up. I walked out the living room and she started cursing me out, yelling, and throwing pillows at me.

  “Get the fuck out!” she yelled, mushing me in the back of my head. I turned around and picked her up. She instantly wrapped her legs around me then started moaning. I licked her neck and she moaned my name.

  “What you want, Kyree?” I asked, biting her nipples through her shirt. She ripped mine off of me. They said one-night stands are supposed to be just that, but this situation is different. I don’t know what this is. I swiped everything off the kitchen table before laying her down. She reached for my pants, unbuckling my belt. I took her shirt off then unclasped her bra. Her perky but perfect breasts sprang out.

  “OSARRIIII!” she moaned, rubbing her fingers through my hair as I gently kissed her body. I lifted her legs up to slide her sweatpants and panties off.

  “Please, Osari!” she wined as I kissed down her stomach. I went down on a few broads I will admit. I wasn’t a rookie in that area.

  I leaned down then pulled her legs up, wrapping them around my neck. Kyree was light, so her body lifted almost all the way off the table. I cupped her under her ass then kissed her pussy. She moaned my name loudly. My tongue snaked out, flicking across her clit.

  “Shit! Hold it right there!” she said, gripping my head.

  “Get the fuck off me, shorty!” I said. Kyree was trying to put my whole head between her legs.

  “Shut up, Osari!” she moaned. I stiffened my tongue then dipped it in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around my neck, squeezing me.

  “YOU BITCH!” sh
e screamed. After I made Kyree come, I freed myself. I grabbed a condom out of my pocket. I put it on then held Kyree’s legs straight up. She gripped the end of the table. I rubbed my head between her slit then entered her.

  “OOOOHHHHHH!” she moaned. Her walls instantly gripped me. I let out a loud groan that surprised myself. No Hands is a fool! I worked my way in and out of her. She seductively rotated her hips into me. Kyree could work the hell out of her body! Her walls squeezed me harder. My nuts tightened up! I was only in the pussy for five minutes and was about to bust.

  I turned my body to the side opening her legs, spreading them wider. I poked that gushy spot that makes her scream my name. I pulled her to the end of the table, hitting it harder. I was plucking it like a violin string. Kyree threw her legs back over my shoulders, gripped the end of the table scratching the wood as she started fucking me back. I was making ugly, retarded faces.