5. Josias
FIVE
josias
SAME DAY . . . HOURS LATER . . .
I’d been making deliveries all fucking night, and now, all I wanted to do was lie my ass down and possibly get some.
I realized the busier I kept my fucking self, the less I thought about Zaire and what happened to him. I would never be completely okay with losing my fucking twin, my right hand, but staying away from having an idle mind was my best bet.
After dropping the Godfrey Baking Co. truck off, I hopped in my whip and started straight toward Kasia’s.
Right now, I needed peace, and she was the most peaceful out of her and Tarin.
The latter wanted to argue too fucking much, and while that angry sex was fire, I didn’t have it in me like I used to prior to Zaire’s passing.
Shutting the engine down in Kasia’s driveway, I made my way up using my key, or attempting to, but the shit didn’t work. Figuring that I was just fucking up because my mind was all over the fucking place, I rang the doorbell.
“Yes,” Kasia answered, leaving the screen door closed.
“What you mean ‘yes’? Open the fucking door.” I tugged on the handle, but she just stared at me. “Fuck I do now?” I huffed, not having the drive for an argument or attitude.
“Have you been fucking Tarin still?” she questioned lowly, almost evilly.
“No,” I lied.
I’d tried to stop, but Tarin was a hard bitch to shake.
Had I not had kids with her, it may have been possible, but being in her presence to see my children made it harder than it sounded to stay from between her fucking legs.
Being a good nigga was difficult, I wasn’t gon’ even front, but I tried for Kasia.
“Okay, so why did she send me this?” Kasia held her phone up, and it was a photo of me knocked the fuck out in bed.
“All I’m doing is sleeping,” I defended. “You act like I’m cuddled up with the bitch.”
My words clearly pissed Kasia off because she unlocked the screen door, shoving it into me before coming outside.
“Why the fuck are you in her bed shirtless anyway! You don’t need to fucking strip or even take naps over there just because you got kids with her ass!”
“I work! All fucking day! So my fault if I roll up over there and need a fucking nap after playing with my kids!” I snapped on her short ass.
Part of that shit was true. The photo Tarin’s stupid ass took was a legit instance where I needed some sleep before having to hop back in the streets.
It would’ve been a waste of fucking time to go home for the shit when her spot was closer to where I needed to be, and I could see my kids.
Nevertheless, I was still fucking Tarin; the picture just wasn’t one of those times.
“No! Part of being in a relationship means certain shit is off-limits! What if I slept over my baby daddy’s house because I was tired? You’d be trying to shoot his ass!”
Facts. I wouldn’t be trying though. I would murk that nigga.
Shit, probably her too. I couldn’t fathom having a disloyal bitch on my side.
I didn’t even understand how Rakim let LaMia live after what she did, but from how he made prison sound, I could understand why he’d never risk going back to that shit.
“Aight. My bad. Next time I will leave and go sleep in my fucking whip or some shit.” I tried to step up close to her, but she retreated, face still balled up. “Kasia, I said I was sorry. Fuck more do you want from a nigga?”
“I want you to go.”
Dropping my head briefly out of exasperation, I said, “I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m tired as fuck, and I just wanna rest and kick it with Divine.”
“Hi, Daddy!” My baby girl came to the door and cheesed.
“Baby girl!” I felt my chest tighten at the sight of her.
“You can hang with Divine, but then I want you to go and for good.”
“Huh?” I paused halfway toward my daughter. “For good? Fuck is you trying to say, K?”
“I’m done with you. I told you this was the last chance you had, and you blew it. You think every woman is the same, willing to allow you to do whatever it is you desire because you look a certain way and have money, but not me.”
Frowning, I asked, “Fuck is you talking about? I didn’t fuck that bitch! I slept—”
“Bad word, Daddy!” Divine shouted.
“I’m sorry, baby girl.” I forced a smile for her. “Go cook me some food, please.”
“Okay, what you want?” she inquired, making a genuine smile appear on my face.
“Steak and eggs.” I fixed my sagging jeans.
“Juice?”
“Yes.” I bobbed my head before turning back to her mother after making sure Divine ran off. “I didn’t fuck her, baby—”
“You did and you have been,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“That bitch is lying. I was sleep and not because she put me there,” I explained.
Kasia cocked her head, seemingly reading my face, and I got nervous as if she were some human fucking lie detector.
“Maybe not that time, but you’ve been fucking her, Jojo.”
“How the fuck you figure!”
“Because I found a condom wrapper in the door of your car, stupid!” she roared, tears formulating in her eyes.
Though Tarin was my baby mama, I never fucked her raw anymore—only Kasia, which Kasia was privy to.
“Baby—”
“No.” She moved strategically from my attempt to grab her. “You lied, didn’t you? You never stopped fucking her!” She swept away the tears now flooding her pretty chocolate face.
“Kasia.”
“Fuck you.” She switched past me, and I took a moment to gather some composure before going inside to play with my daughter.
“Steak and eggs, Daddy!” Divine beamed.
“Where my juice?” I jokingly frowned, shutting the front door as I scoped the area for Kasia.
Realizing she’d gone to her room or somewhere in the back of the house, I sat down and focused on my baby girl.
I kicked it and played with Divine all the way until it was time for her to have a bath. She begged me to stay to read her a story, but Kasia told me to go, so I did.
I was about to head to my own spot but made a detour so I could pay Tarin’s ass a visit for being fucking messy.
Shit was low-key my own fault for telling Tarin that I was trying to pursue a serious, monogamous relationship with Kasia.
I should’ve known that shit wouldn’t sit right with her, and she’d do whatever to jeopardize it.
Shit had been that way since the moment I started fucking with her. Tarin made it a point to try to run off any bitch I was fucking with, and normally, these hos didn’t give a fuck about a crazy ass baby mama. They would leave from arguing with her at the store to riding my dick. Not Kasia.
I’d never been the type of nigga to lie to females or make them believe shit that wasn’t true until her. Usually, if a bitch couldn’t fuck with the fact that I was smashing different females, including my loudmouth baby mama, then I’d be done with her, but I couldn’t with Kasia.
Upon meeting her ass, the lying ass Josias was born.
It was the only way I could get any of her fucking time, even now while we had a child.
She wasn’t like Tarin, who made a nigga a priority and gave me unlimited access, no matter what, because I was her child’s father.
Kasia didn’t give a fuck about any of that, so even after she birthed Divine, I still had to play this role.
Pulling up to the crib I’d purchased for Tarin in Lakewood, I parked alongside the curb.
This neighborhood was quiet, not too much going on, and I loved that it was ample parking no matter what time you rolled through here.
Even better, the school district was amazing, so there was no better place to put my baby mama and kids up at.
Kasia refused to live in the same vicinity as Tarin, so I had to put her in another area.
It was after eight p.m. at this point, so I knew my kids were asleep. Using my key, I entered the home to see Tarin on the couch with a glass of wine. I said ‘what’s up’ to her ass as I descended onto the couch.
“Hey, baby daddy.” Tarin set her big ass wineglass down and hopped into my lap, robe purposely open enough so I could get a glimpse of her supple breasts.
“Sit over there for a second.” I moved her to the side of me, making her roll her eyes and scoop her glass back up. “Why the fuck you send that picture to Kasia?”
“Because she thought you were her man, and I had to let her know that you’re not.” She snickered into her glass, making me snatch it. “Jojo, what the fuck!” Her eyes were brimming with shock once she peeped the dark purple substance staining her pink robe.
“I thought I explained to you that you and Kasia didn’t have shit to talk about. Secondly, I told yo’ ass that’s where I was trying to be on some serious shit.”
“Okay, well why are you still fucking me then?”
We just stared at one another while her eyebrow hiked. I had no response or answer to that shit, making me fall back against the couch, exhausted and filled with aggravation.
I knew Kasia told me this was my last fucking chance, but I hoped she was just talking like in the past. I would leave her ass alone tonight, but first thing in the morning, I would be hitting her line.
“Fuck.” I ran a hand down my face.
“I’m sorry.” Tarin scooted closer to me, tossing her leg across my lap. “Let me make it better.” She reached to unbuckle my jeans, but I stopped her.
Again, we shared lingering eye contact, and as stressed I was, I needed a release. Freeing her wrist from my grasp, I sank back as she took my semi-erect dick into her mouth, seemingly with no gag reflexes.
Tarin’s head game was wild, and she had the pussy to match.
I didn’t know how the fuck I was gon’ break away from this good shit when I had to see her due to our kids.
And just being with Tarin wasn’t gon’ happen.
She was toxic, she stressed me the fuck out, and outside of her sex game, I didn’t truly like shit she had going on.
She was lazy, ghetto—but not the good kind—and her whole thought process left much to be desired. She had no goals and didn’t wanna work, yet wasn’t even a top-of-the-line mother despite it being all she had to do all fucking day.