Chapter 6 Bread #2
“Bitch! Who the fuck are you playing with?” Melody was the first to speak up before Sweet Thang could finish her sentence.
I raised my hand to quiet the women who started to get worked up.
I stood to my feet, which caused Sweet Thang to step back.
I centered my mind to remind myself that I was a grown man whose morality understood that it was inappropriate to punch bitches in their throat.
I was a man who loved to remain calm because when I wasn’t, anarchy was sure to ensue.
“I’m not sure if your audacity is at an all-time high or your intellect has finally bottomed the fuck out. Why in your rabid ass mind would you think it was alright to ever disrespect my woman?” My inner brows kissed as my arms crossed over my chest.
She stepped back a little more. All that big dog talk faded from her really quickly.
You had to be careful when you sold wolf tickets.
I was the kind of man that would buy one.
“I . . . I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful.
It’s just that it seems like more and more of our men are getting cozy with Mt. O females.”
Jin’jer’s burst of laughter caught everyone’s attention. “Girl, you said our men like your ass wasn’t just a King’s Kitty. Bitch, you don’t have a man. All those niggas have you.”
Damn! When Sweet Thang rolled her eyes and that hand went to her hip, I knew shit would get saucy.
When Hestia stood up from the booth, I knew shit would get wild.
My arm went around Hestia’s waist when she stepped in front of me.
My lips went to her ear. In a low tone, I said, “Remember who you are, Dr. Basil.”
I felt her take a deep breath. “It’s always when I promise to work on myself that a bitch wants to come along and complicate the process.
All I want to do is be an outstanding surgeon, love my family and man, get married, and have some babies.
Here your goofy ass comes with bullshit statements to disrupt my plan. ”
Sweet Thang sucked her teeth. “No one is disrupting anything. If your plan was so solid, there wouldn’t be any way for me to do that. Maybe you’re just worried that your man is missing this sweet thang.” She took her hand and cuffed her pussy.
My head bucked back. “Whore-heart, you are too old to lie on your sexual exploits. I have never been near that, so let’s not act like I have. You offered your sucking services at a steep discount of free, and I partook in it.”
Hestia shook her head. “Baby, you don’t have to even say anything.
” She took a step toward Sweet Thang. “Let me tell you something. Stop playing with me before I make it a whole situation. I will severely injure you, perform your surgery, and bill the fuck out of your insurance, provided that your stupid ass has any. My advice to you is to redirect that whore energy toward the next bitch’s man because I’ll kill about mine. ”
My mind tried so hard to stay focused, but my dick wanted me to bend my woman over in front of all these people and fuck the nerve-endings out of her pussy. If I was a female, I’d clap my thumb and middle finger together. She’d better kill for me because I would do the same for her.
The fear in Sweet Thang’s eyes surfaced. She glanced down the booth at Aaron Jr. “Are you going to let her talk to me like that?”
AJ pointed at himself before he looked around. “The hell do you expect me to do? Learn how to watch your damn mouth.”
“There was a time when Kitties were held in high regard. We were enough when you niggas wanted to fuck on us more than your girls. Now, y’all—” Sweet Thang was about to stand firm on her whore box with a speech no one cared about, but her claim to dummy fame was cut off.
Hestia waved her off. “Girl, shut the hell up. You’re really out here making a stand on being a ho that sleeps with other women’s men.”
She looked around Sweet Thang, then called over security with her hand. Once they arrived, she gave directions. “Please escort her out and ensure that she leaves the premises. Also, add her to the trespass list.”
Oh, Sweet Thang’s mouth dropped open more than when she had a dick in it. “Are you fuckin’ serious? I have a right to be here with the rest of my club.”
No one responded as she fought against security and yelled out stupidity. I kissed Hestia’s temple. “Sit down, Killa.”
She pointed her short, manicured fingernail at me. “You better believe it. I don’t play about mine.”
I smacked her on the ass as she slid into the booth.
Just as the banter between everyone at the booth started, my phone moved around on the table between me and Hestia from its vibration.
My eyes went to the screen that showed a preview of a text message.
It was a short five word, all caps text that I was sure would be followed by many more words.
Melanie:
WE NEED TO TALK NOW!
She’s Not Coming Unless . . .
That text from Melanie was the beginning of hell breaking loose. Apparently, before she sent me her yelling text, she’d spoken with Eloise. Our daughter informed her that she would no longer visit her in Atlanta and that she should talk to me.
When I reached out to Melanie, I told her that it was a conversation that we should have in person.
I offered to come to Atlanta to sit down with her, but she refused.
She insisted that I bring her daughter to Atlanta, which I told her was not an option right now.
She called me every fuck nigga in the world that she could utter before she hung up.
This morning, Hestia and I woke up to banging on my fucking front door.
Today was normally the day that I would have taken Eloise to Atlanta.
Melanie texted me last night and asked what time I would be there this morning.
I told her that I had no plans to be there.
She didn’t respond, but I knew there would be a response eventually. Eventually was here.
“Would you like some coffee, Melanie?” Hestia asked Melanie after she finally calmed down her antics when she walked into my house. It was eight in the damn morning.
Melanie looked up at Hestia from her seat at my dining room table. Her attitude walked into my house before she did. “Does it look like I want coffee?”
“Melanie, I swear to God. Respect my house and my woman,” I said with intended bass in my tone. “You came here disturbing our peaceful slumber. Be grateful that she’s being hospitable when she could have been cursing your ass out.”
Hestia shook her head before she walked over to where I sat. She leaned down and kissed my lips. “I’m going to give you two some space to talk.”
“You might as well stay since you’re such an influence in my daughter’s life. Eloise all of a sudden is willing to go against me and my word for you, so yeah. Your ass can stay,” Melanie quipped.
Hestia tittered. “See, I’m trying to be respectful because I love your daughter. It feels like you want me to get really disrespectful and really curse your ass out.”
Thank God Eloise spent the weekend with Jessica. They recently declared themselves besties, so now they were always together. My woman’s mentoring group had brought two amazing girls together, and they formed a friendship that I was sure would last forever.
Melanie’s head bucked back. “Look, we had no issues until you went from my daughter’s mentor to her father’s pussy. I tried to be cool, but you’re in my daughter’s ear telling her that she doesn’t have to come see me. What kinda bitch—”
The sound of my fist hitting the table quieted the room.
“Melanie, let me tell you the first place that you got me fucked up at. You coming in my house talking shit like you pay a fuckin’ bill in here is asinine.
The second place you got me fucked up at is not taking accountability for your household being the reason that our daughter doesn’t want to come down there.
Your fuck ass husband can’t keep his hands off you, and you think I’m going to give him a chance to put his hands on my baby girl?
You got me fucked up in a third way if you think that shit.
The only way my daughter is coming down there is if I’m with her. ”