17. Mariah
I propped my phone up on my tripod and turned on my ring light. My hair was parted down the middle, with big spiral curls. I had my makeup artist give me a full glam beat earlier today. The video I posted went viral, but Saint had yet to call me. Now, I was going live on Instagram.
Let me start from the beginning. From the first day that girl started working with my man, I could tell she wanted him.
She came in with scrubs so tight I could see her fucking panty line.
So I told her ass to use that money my man paid her to go up a size or two.
” I shrugged, rolling my neck. “Moo dropped a bag to have her work with him. So there was no reason her shit shouldn’t fit.
It was embarrassing as fuck. Anyway, that same week, she told my man that she wasn’t comfortable with me in their sessions anymore and that he needed to stop me from coming.
I was fucking heated. The nerve of that bitch to have a problem with me sitting in to watch my man.
Mind y’all, I don’t think she even knew what she was doing for real.
I don’t even know why my man hired her.”
I stopped for a moment to read the comments.
“Right, that hoe was plotting on my man from the jump. She ain’t even his type for real.
Fast forward, she posts that video of them on here of their progress.
I knew what she was doing; she just wanted a reason to post him on her page.
She’d never even posted her other patients.
” I lied again. She did have a few videos of her and other athletes she’d worked with.
“I’m sure this isn’t even her first time using her job to fuck on an athlete.
I read the comments on the video and immediately got pissed off.
I called Moo and demanded the video be taken down.
He told me she refused to do it. So I broke up with him for the moment, but we were right back together. ”
I rolled my eyes, reading a comment from Blessing’s best friend, Chanel, claiming she knows for a fact we weren’t together anymore.
“Chanel, shut up. You don’t even know what you’re talking about.
Of course, you’re going to come up here to defend your homewrecking best friend. Loser ass bitches.” I scoffed.
“Y’all see this shit? These bitches are so weird.
They’re the type to sit around and tell each other they aren’t wrong when they’re dead ass wrong.
But like I was saying, Me and Moo were back together, happy, working on our relationship.
She was coming over every day with an attitude cause I had the man she wanted.
I had no clue she was fucking my man until I was sent the video from someone close to me.
She was out with them when the video was taken, and she even said that wasn’t the first time she’d seen them together.
This shit is heartbreaking. I gave my all to this nigga!
When he first got injured, I was there every day.
Even when trifling ass slipped in the bathroom and pissed all over himself.
I was the one to clean him up. That nigga is so ungrateful, and his mother just enables him. ”
“Exactly. He was just sending me money the other day, begging me not to release the video, but fuck him. If I have to hurt, everyone else does too.” I read over a few comments and responded to a few of them before ending the live.
The majority of the shit I said was a lie, but if I can’t have Saint, no one can.
There were multiple tea pages on my live, so I knew the videos were screen-recorded and would be uploaded soon.
It was only a matter of time before Saint reached out to me.
I knew Blessing wouldn’t stick around for the drama.
Once she was gone, he’d come crawling back.
I heard the door to my bedroom open, and Symone walked in with a scowl on her face. “Was all that necessary? I gave you the video. Adonis is going to flip the fuck out.”
I shrugged, standing up to walk past her. “I don’t give a fuck about how Adonis feels. He knew what it was from the jump.”
“You’re fucking pregnant with his baby, Mariah. What’s your end goal here? Seriously.” She asked, following behind me.
“Why the fuck are you so worried about it? Clearly, I’m not going to keep the baby. Adonis is a washed-up athlete who ruined his career trying to be a street nigga.”
“You’re being stupid. The only reason you’re still alive is because of that baby.”
“Symone just shut the fuck up!” I snapped. I was getting annoyed with her minding my fucking business. She was right, though. If I wasn’t pregnant with this baby, Adonis would’ve killed me when he came home.
Before he got locked up, he gave me money to hold for him until he came home.
Instead of saving it, I used the money to open my beauty bar, pay my bills, and go shopping.
I’d promised him he’d have his money soon, but I had no clue where I was going to get it from.
I make good money at my salon, but it wasn’t nearly enough to give Adonis the million dollars he left me with.
With the money Saint was giving me, plus the money I made from social media and the salon, I only had half of what I owed him. Maybe I had no choice but to keep this baby to save my life.
“I’m going to go. I hope you figure your shit out. There’s only so much I can do to stop my brother from killing you.” Symone said, before turning to leave.