Chapter 5
August
The Next Day
Tipsier than a motherfucka, holding onto a cup of liquor with no chaser, I hopped over my fiancée’s body, eyeing her cell phone.
That motherfucka had been going off like a doorbell with King standing before it doing the beat-it-up dance.
Whenever she saw it, she ignored it. For sure, it made me wonder many negative things.
I didn’t have time for another motherfucka to play in my face.
My face would be the last one she played in.
Thrusting in her face, I rapped the chorus of STMG DemGuyz’s “Dome Shuffle”. Looking down at the fine motherfucka rolling her long tongue as I badly wanted to snatch her phone and run out of our house, I rapped, “Suck … tha … skin … off! Suck … tha … skin … off!”
“This nigga’s wilding.” King laughed as Min giggled hard.
Taking a large gulp of the lukewarm alcohol, I rose on my tiptoes and dropped my dick in my guh’s face.
Like the freak she was, Mona rolled her face and hummed harshly.
The vibrations from her mouth made my toes curl into the soft gray cushion.
Loving the euphoric sensations, I pumped faster while resting my left hand on the back of her head.
“That’s the spirit, Cloaked Head.” Min giggled loudly, causing my knees to buckle as I dropped onto Mona’s chest. My covered nuts rested on the titties that I put hickeys all over when our room stopped spinning once the sun came up.
Dropping my forehead on Mona’s forehead, I looked to my right and laughed. “What kind of name is that, Min?”
“Your stripper name if you ever fall in a rut.” She grinned, dropping her forefinger rapidly on her thumb.
“Clock ittttt!” Mona hooted, sliding her hands between the opening of my legs.
“Well,” I held out, cocking my eyes as my fiancée placed her hands on my ass and pushed it.
While tossing my dick in her face as she nonverbally mentioned to do, on the back of the sofa, her phone’s backlight flashed. Sneakily, I sealed my hand over her device, eager to put it in my pocket.
Rushing my eyes to hers, my heart raced, curiosity ate my ass up, and fear of her being unfaithful and wanting someone else damned near cracked my spine. I couldn’t afford for my shits to be busted open for the third time in my life!
While I was off in my thoughts, Mona continuously pushed my butt. Sealing my fingers around her phone, I glided my nose across hers.
Sluggishly, I asked, “You must want me to scoot this dick in yo’ mouf fo’ a lil while?”
Aleana gasped loudly.
Min hooted.
Shannon and Kingsley screamed before laughing.
Ryan spat whatever out of his mouth.
Laughing, King and Kingdon dropped their heads.
Horny, my beautiful ultra-ultra-ultra dark woman gazed into my eyes. Cutely, Mona nodded. “Yep. Outside.”
Removing my head from hers and raising my eyebrows, I asked, “Oh, so you want that snail lookin’ dick, huh? Bet. Come outside in twenty minutes. This bitch at its fullest length an’ girth.”
While climbing off my guh, I managed to shield her phone from her eyes.
Smoothly, I dropped it in my back pocket.
Shockingly, Aleana looked at me as the others were doubled over in laughter.
I wasn’t sure if she saw me take my woman’s phone, so I didn’t bother to ask why she looked at me, astonished.
I felt it was wise to hold back whatever she wanted to say.
Hurriedly, I pointed at Kingdon, rocked my shoulders, and hopped from the sofa.
Grinning widely, I said, “Yeah, you been ‘round that calm talkin’ nigga who don’t cuss or speak in slang much. Guh, you in fo’ a real gotdamn treat wit’ me. Again, welcome to my world, Aleana. I’mma be back to entertain y’all when she got all her milk an’ cookies outta this loose neck nigga.”
“Get outside, August! I’ll be outside in twenty minutes as you suggested!” Mona hollered, laughing, while pushing me away from her.
“I’m on it,” I said as her phone shook my left ass cheek, making me run faster to our front door.
Who blowin’ you up like this, an’ you ain’t respondin’ to ‘em? I thought, barely able to grab the door handle because I was antsy to get into her phone.
Turning the doorknob, I devoured the rest of the gin. While swallowing and shivering, I prayed Mona wasn’t on any fuck shit. I wasn’t in the company of having two baby mommas. I was never meant to be a baby daddy. I was always husband material who was an excellent, ghetto ass daddy.
Opening the door, the humid air grabbed my lungs and squeezed them bitches. Struggling to breathe comfortably in the night’s air, my dick deflated. The thought of what could be in my fiancée’s phone put that nigga back at its girth and weight from my birth.
Running off the porch, I rushed to retrieve the device that would unlock once I entered her numerical password: the date we officially became a couple.
My heart galloped as I couldn’t run fast enough to get behind King’s car.
When I slid behind it, missing the proper steps not to fall hard on my side, I flopped on the ground.
My sides stung, making me grimace. I was sure skin was missing.
Not giving a damn, I slid my legs forward so no one could see them.
Somewhat comfortable with a stinging side, I slapped my right leg over my aching left leg and unlocked my woman’s phone. Breathing heavy, I prayed that I wouldn’t find anything that would cause me to tear up the beautiful house Mona and I made.
Hearing my heartbeat, blasting like two twelves, I stared at the text message icon with a white bold number 50 to the right of it.
“Fifty motherfuckin’ unread messages. By who?” I whispered, slapping my thumb on the messaging icon.
Staring at a name that never slipped from her mouth, I hissed, “Who the fuck is Dropo?”
With a shaky hand and fear blanketing me, I opened their message thread. Skimming the messages, I didn’t find out who the nigga was until I went to the very top of their message thread. The date on that message was from last New Year’s Eve.
While getting my read on, I rocked my head to the music blasting from inside my crib.
I stopped rocking my head when I read: Mona, you an’ yo’ siblings owe me money an’ dope.
I ain’t gon’ keep reachin’ out to you ‘bout my shit, an’ you keep sayin’ the same thang.
You got twenty-fo’ hours to fuckin’ respond, or I’mma come real fucked up ‘bout mine.
With my eyebrows furrowed, I sat my stupid ass upright.
Word for word, I read every text until I arrived at yesterday’s text message at five o’clock p.m. That’s when I learned in detail about Dropo’s issue with Mona.
Supposedly, her siblings and she stole dope and money from the nigga’s main stash house before Mona was a known person to me.
Dropo felt that they were the reasons the police had been rolling around the hoods where he lived and sold dope. She denied all allegations. In all capital letters, she told him that he knew the real reason he was heating at her. Six rows of laughing emojis were sent in response to that message.
I needed to know the real reason he was heating at my woman. So, I continued to read their text messages.
Mona: Nigga, you know damn well we ain’t stole that whack ass dope or that counterfeit money.
Why fuck wit’ a lil ass dope boy shit? You still strugglin’ wit’ those lil ass packages.
Stop comin’ fo’ my brothers an’ me. Like I said, so many fuckin’ times befo’.
You will never get this ancient black pussy.
It’s already owned by the third-best man in the world.
Wit’ that being said, go lay up wit’ yo’ sister, bitch.
Yeah, I know all ‘bout that. Why? It’s my job to know everything ‘bout motherfuckas who be in my presence. I also took pictures of you nasty motherfuckas in case I need som’ gotdamn insurance to get y’all the fuck outta my face an’ ear.
Y’all siblin’ to cousin fuckin’ motherfuckas love tryin’ to populate sane pussy.
Don’t piss me off by blowin’ up my phone wit’ a response as if you a quarter of a man I need.
Bitch, you’s a tricked-out family member fuckin’ joke!
I get real anal when my peace disturbed.
I’m sho you know. In case you forgot, ask Lono how it felt when I put that dildo up his ass an’ put that bitch on the highest vibratin’ settin’.
Tied his ass up an’ left him bound to the bed.
Yeah, I’m one of those bitches … I ain’t finna ask permission fo’ shit when I ask nicely three times to get the fuck from ‘round me. Bitch, I been gettin’ a crazy check fo’ a reason.
I can barely read. So, you know, I can’t understand that well.
Yet, I know when an’ how to fuck up a motherfucka who barkin’ up a tree he can’t climb wit’ a hazmat suit.
As you can tell from our messages, all this shit in slang.
Thus, I ain’t used the voice audio to say this shit. Nih, checkmate, bitch!
I couldn’t read shit else for scrambling off the ground, laughing, and unsure if the motherfucka I was about to marry told the truth.
I didn’t give a damn about the other six messages Dropo left.
I had to drag my fiancée away from others, so I could question her about the most important thing she spoke about while going off on a nigga who had two more times tonight to text her before I learned where he laid his head.
Busting through the door, STMG DemGuyz’s “Bend Over” had me tipping away from the door as if I was about to strip for the elderly and disabled with nothing but gums and money to show me. Sticking my guh’s phone in my pocket, I did the beat-it-up dance.
I ignored Mona’s phone vibrating in my pocket. Seeing her dance with Min while Shannon and Kingsley danced together was a moment needed, especially after the fiasco in King’s and Min’s room.