Rosama
Imade it to Nylah's crib faster than I eva did and parked across the street. She hopped outta her car when she saw me, tears still running down her face as she ran to me in the middle of the street.
Hugging me as I stared at the trash, food, and drinks that were thrown at her door.
“Who the fuck is throwing shit at your door?” I asked her.
“I think it was my ex. I haven’t been givin’ him no play, and a lil’ bit ago he texted me that I had him fucked up.”
“Okay, come on.”
We walked up her steps, through all the shit, and I got her inside and checked around her crib.
“Get comfortable, order some food, and I’ma clean this up,” I said to her softly.
She nodded and went off to her room while I looked around her kitchen for shit to clean the shit up with. Once I did, I got my girl shit right. Soap, water, bleach that shit down. By the time I was finished, the Chinese food she ordered was pulling up.
I paid for it and took it to the living room, grabbed some plates, some wine she had in the fridge, and some glasses. She had some candles around her living room, and I lit them while putting on a movie.
By the time she walked downstairs, the vibe was just the way I wanted it, enough to make her smile.
“Baee,” she said as she walked ova to the couch. “This is so sweet.”
“You said you had a long day. I thought this would make it better.”
“It is,” she said with a kiss. “Thank you.”
We unboxed the food and started to eat while watching some Kevin Hart movie I put on. I kept glancing ova at her, making sure she was good while thinking bout the lie I told her earlier. That was my chance to come out and tell her the truth. But…my pride…my pride wouldn’t let me.
After dinner, Nylah curled up in my arms and found some old Lifetime movie on Tubi she said she loved, and she laid her head in my lap. I smoked and caressed her back while watching the movie, and her phone rang.
“This nigga don’t listen,” she said, sitting up looking at her screen on the table.
“Give me the phone,” I said with my hand out. She didn’t ask any questions and handed it ova.
“Yo, my boy. She’s good ova here, ya heard? Taken by a real nigga. Stop callin’ and trashing her shit before I make it a point to find you.”
I hung up the phone and passed it back to her, and she smiled at me.
“You know what?... You are that nigga.”
We laughed together.
“I’ve been trying to tell you, luv. Ya nigga is him.”
We spent the rest of the evening watching movies and planning our first baecation when my phone went off with a message from DON’T ANSWER.
I checked Nylah before I opened it, and she was all into the movie. As I tilted the phone toward me, I opened the message and saw that it was a picture of Nylah's porch trashed.
DON'T ANSWER: The bitch you fuckin’ supposed to be workin’ on my dress.
I was heated.
I locked my phone and was trying to figure out my next move.
“Baby girl,” I said softly. “That dress you workin’ on for that girl…”
“That crazy bitch. I will start the dress tomorrow.”
“How much were you charging her?”
“The dress started at two thousand, but since she fucked it up and I have to fix it plus finish it, it’s gonna be around four.”
I nodded and sent that off to her. She looked down at her phone when she got the notification, then back up at me.
“Why did you just do that?”
“Because I don’t want you stressin'. Tell her you can't work with her crazy ass and keep it movin’ to better clients.”
“Rosama, you want me falling in love with you, don’t you?”
I smiled. “I do, because I'm falling in love with you too. Now let crazy know your man said you are not doin’ a dress for her.”
Nylah grabbed her phone and started to text Mariah, and said exactly what I told her to.
Once she pressed send, she straddled me, and we kissed.
I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
I tossed her on the bed, pulled her clothes off her, and gave her every inch of my pipe until she was laid out in the middle of the bed, knocked the fuck out.
Then I grabbed my shit, got dressed, and left, planning to make it back before she woke up.
I was about to go to Mariah’s crib and end that bitch. I was so fucking tired of her tryna stand in the way of shit, but instead of giving her the attention from me that she wanted, I went to the trap.
“Brah,” I said as I walked through the door. “Mariah lost her damn mind. This bitch knows Nylah, she getting a dress made by her.”
Dre looked at me and busted out laughing as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.
“Nigga, how the fuck?!”
“I don’t fuckin’ know. On top of that, she sent me a picture. She followed me to Nylah’s crib and been trashing her shit. Nylah been thinkin’ it's her ex and it’s my fuckin’ wife!”
“Does Nylah know?”
“No, Mariah must have gone in there and showed her ass ‘cause she don’t want to do the dress for her anymore. So I paid her not to do it, so now she neva have to see Mariah again.”
Dre shook his head. “So what are you gonna do about Mariah?”
“I know what the fuck I want to do,” I said low. Before I could finish, Brandon and Blaze walked in with some bitches.
“Nigga, what the fuck y’all been on?” Dre asked.
Blaze sucked his teeth.
“Dre, chill out,” Brandon said, “we are here now.”
I looked at both of them niggas crazy.
“What the fuck you mean you here now? Nigga, this shit is a business,” I yelled.
“A business that Dre can handle,” Blaze added. “He been handling it.”
“So I guess y’all don’t want any money.”
“We do,” Blaze responded for both of them. “But we needed to get our dicks wet too, the fuck.”
I was fed up with them niggas, but I had otha shit to worry about.
“Either y’all get on y’all shit, or don’t come around here lookin’ for shit.”
“Damn, nigga, we just came home, chill. If you let me get my dick wet the night of my party, we wouldn’t be here.”
I headed ova to Blaze, and Dre and his brotha jumped in between.
“You got other shit to worry about,” Dre reminded me. “Bigger shit to worry about.”
“Why don’t you take one of these bitches in the room,” Blaze said to me.
One of the ladies stood up and walked ova to me.
“Come on, Papa,” she said as she ran her hand up and down my chest.
She was making my dick hard again, like I didn’t just fuck the shit outta my girl. I took her by her arm and pulled her into the room, closing the door behind us.
“Listen, I just fucked my girl,” I told her.
She smiled at me, licking her lips. “That’s cool, I don’t mind tasting some pussy off a dick.”
I didn’t even sit down. I just pulled my pants down, and that bitch went to work on my dick.
“Damn, boo,” she said as she licked on my dick. “Your bitch taste good.”
I looked down at her. “Yo, shut the fuck up and suck my dick.”
Once she was quiet, I looked up to the ceiling, thinking bout everything I had on and what the fuck I was gonna do to fix it when I swear—I put the shit on everything I love—I swore I saw a flash.
I pulled away from her and pulled my shit up.
“You see that?” I asked.
“No, baby, I didn’t see anything.”
I looked around the room and at the door, but I didn’t trust it. I walked out, leaving her on her knees.
“What happened?” Dre asked as I walked past him on the stoop.
“Goin’ back to Nylah,” I said as I got in my car.
As I drove back to Nylah’s crib, I thought about what I was gonna say if she was back up when I got there. I checked my phone, and I didn’t have a missed call or text, so I thought I was good.
Once I made it to her place and checked on her, I hopped in the shower before I laid beside her, but when I did, I was fucked up. I felt bad for what the fuck I did, even though I didn’t finish. The only thing that brought me some peace was that Nylah would never find out.