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  “Shit, why didn’t I think of that? That would be too easy since he always leaves a spare key under his welcome mat,” I snickered.

  Ryan scooted closer to me and put his arm around my neck. “I think you’re dope girl. You shouldn’t be running behind a guy that’s taken when you have a man that’s single and feeling you,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Oh yeah, who’s the single guy?” I asked joking.

  Instead of responding, Ryan placed his lips on mine and before I could blink, my clothes were spread out on his living room floor. Ryan had my knees on the floor as I was bent over the couch cushion. He was hitting it from the back. I couldn’t even remember the size of the dick or if it was good because I was so fucked up. I just remember Ryan had me in every position in Karma Sutra. We were too drunk and forgot to protect ourselves, but the next morning, I snuck out of his apartment, doing the walk of shame. I quickly took my ass to Walgreens and purchased Plan B because I was not about to have Ryan’s baby. Straight after that, I went to the clinic to get tested. I was stupid as hell for sleeping unprotected with a man that I just met. Thank goodness, my shit came back a clean bill of health. Ryan was cool and everything, but he wasn’t Neron. After that day, I avoided Ryan as if he had Ebola. I didn’t want to run into him or explain myself. That was the last time I saw him, until today.

  Snapping back to reality, Ryan saw Jose’s school notebook, sauntered over towards the pad, and ripped out a piece of paper. He scribbled down his number and handed me the paper.

  “Please call or text me when you get the results. I want to see the results too,” he said, heading towards the front door.

  “Fine, but it’s not your baby,” I replied matter-of-factly.

  Ryan didn’t bother to respond. He just walked out the front door, quietly shutting it behind him.

  After Ryan had left, I went to check on the boys and Magdalena. She was sound asleep as the boys played on the Xbox. I didn’t know how Magdalena slept through all of the noise, but she was definitely knocked out.

  I decided to take a quick bubble bath because I was sore. I ran some Dollar Tree bubble bath into my bathtub and sat on the edge. I couldn’t believe a day I was so excited about turned so ugly. I put my hand in the water, underneath the faucet, and ran it back and forth to create more bubbles. I stood up and looked in the bathroom mirror and I didn’t even recognize myself. I had a black eye and my face was so dirty with a mixture of blood, dirt and sweat. I had a patch of hair missing in the middle of my head. Was Neron really worth all this bullshit?

  After my bath, I quickly tossed on some comfortable clothes and tied my hair into a loose ponytail. I threw some black sunglasses on my face and snatched my keys.

  “Jose, I’ll be right back. Watch the baby!”

  *

  I couldn’t believe Renee had betrayed me like this. She knew I was feeling Paul. Hell, she was the one who introduced us, yet she fucked him behind my back. Oh, this bitch was about to have another thing coming. I was so sick and tired of these chicks trying to steal my man. What was it about me that screamed, “Take my man?”

  I ran up the steps, skipping two at a time until I made it to Renee’s front door. I didn’t even bother to knock. I let myself in.

  I walked into the house and the look of Paul’s face was utter shock. He didn’t have a chance to say a word because Renee beat him to it.

  “Gaby?” Renee said as she came out of the kitchen with a cup of water in her hand. She then proceeded with a lie, “Uh, Paul just came to pick up some jewelry his brother left.”

  I glanced at Paul and obviously, the nigga had no jewelry in his hand. I shook my head at her trying to play with my intelligence.

  “Really y’all? Renee cut the bullshit. You fuckin’ called me, Renee! You fuckin’ called me and I heard you and Paul messing around! How could you do this to me? I thought you were my friend,” I yelled.

  “Man, Gaby, I’m not about to sit up here and lie to you. I fucked Renee a few times before you and I met that day. Shit, my brother, ain’t even really feeling her. She’s just some ass,” said Paul sternly.

  “What? That’s not what you were saying when you was off in my guts, nigga,” Renee spat back defensively.

  Paul turned towards her and let her have it. “Shorty, why are you acting all surprised? Shit, my brother doesn’t even fuck with you like that. The only time he calls you is for some pussy and like a dummy, you give it up. Ain’t nobody checking to wife your ass. You just give some good head. That’s the only thing niggas is checking for. Now shut the fuck up and let me talk to Gabriela,” he said calmly. He was so calm that it turned me on.

  Renee glared at Paul as she roared, “You can raise the fuck up outta my house.”

  Paul ignored her and continued talking, “Since you and I started talking, this was the first time Renee and I fucked in a minute. You have to realize that you and I aren’t together. A nigga’s feeling you and everything, but you’re so hung up on Neron that you playing me like a chess piece. I ain’t nobody’s rebound, so I’m not about to let you try to lock me down while you out dick chasing another nigga. You call me when you ready to completely let go of that nigga,” said Paul as he walked passed me, grabbing his cell phone and keys off the couch’s armrest.

  I was speechless because he had put my ass in place.

  When the front door closed, Renee and I stood staring at each other without saying a word. She had her faux locs in a ponytail and her ass was spilling out of some booty shorts she was wearing. She was rocking a white cut off t-shirt with a rose in the center that showed her belly ring.

  “But, you didn’t fuck him, though, yet he was all off in them guts,” I responded, breaking the silence.

  “Look, Gaby, you’re cool and everything, but you don’t want Paul. Shit, you’re chasing behind Neron like a lost fucking puppy. I don’t owe you an explanation to who I open my legs up to,” she replied.

  She put her cup down and slowly walked towards me and we stood inches apart.

  “You do owe me an explanation bitch because you were supposed to be my friend. I guess that’s why nobody at the job fucks with your hoe ass. This is why I don’t have female friends because they’re so scandalous,” I shrieked.

  “Bitch, do you hear yourself? I’m scandalous, yet you fucked your best friend’s man, snuck into the house to fuck him, and now you’re pinning another baby on him. You don’t deserve any loyalty because you ain’t loyal ya damn self. You got a dose of your own medicine so deal with it,” she said, smirking and crossing her arms across her chest.

  I didn’t know what to say. A part of her was right, but I didn’t want her to know that. I guess Karma was a bitch. I was really feeling Paul and to know he was with Renee really upset me. I guess this was how Kimora felt when I got with Neron behind her back, but fuck both of these bitches. What was done was done.

  “Fuck you, bitch! We’re done,” I shouted.

  “Girl, we been done. I took care of your brothers and your daughter while you were so worried about Neron rather than your own family. I was the one running back and forth to the hospital when you were recovering from your C-section. I was the one getting the boys ready for school and dropping them off. I was the one bathing and taking care of Magdalena. It was me, bitch, and not once did you ever thank me. You got life fucked up if you feel I owe you something,” replied Renee as she stared me down with hatred in her eyes.

  Damn. I was grateful for everything Renee did for me, yet with her reminding me that I never once said thank you to her, fucked me up. She was still wrong for going behind my back and messing with Paul, so I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of telling her that I was wrong.

  “You’re an immature, ungrateful and selfish bitch. Get the fuck up outta my house,” she yelled, slightly shoving me.

  “Bitch!” I yelled, pushing her back as hard as I could.

  I was sore and weak as hell from the fight earlier with Kimora, but I wasn’t about to let her punk me
out.

  Renee stumbled a bit, but quickly regained her balance and charged at me like a stray mad dog. We both fell to the floor. My head bounced off the carpet as my sunglasses came off my face. My head immediately began to throb. Renee sat on top of me, ready to knead my face as if she was making bread, but she slowly put her fist down as she gawked at me. My head was throbbing so badly that I had given up the fight.

  “Well, looks like somebody already whooped your sorry ass. Get the fuck out, you sorry piece of shit,” yelled Renee as she stood up from me.

  She glared at me as if I had slapped her mama or something. I quickly stood up and placed my black sunglasses on my face.

  “We’re done, Renee. I mean that shit. Go to hell,” I yelled.

  I turned around and slowly walked out of her house. I slammed the door so hard that I heard her windows shake. I was so pissed off that my hands were quivering.

  Chapter 2

  Kimora

  I sat in a nasty jail cell seething that this bitch had put me in jail yet again. I was so tired of Gabriela that I wished she would just disappear and get out of our lives. It’s hard to believe that we were best friends. She was even like a sister to me. Now, I didn’t know who this person was that she became. I was getting fed up of getting the short end of the stick. I was a good person so why was this happening to me.

  I scrunched up my nose at the foul-smelling piss odor that invaded my nose. I wanted to gag. I was sitting next to prostitutes and people with DUI’s. I didn’t belong here. I was merely defending my man. Now, I know some people probably looked at me sideways, wondering why I still rocked with Neron, but straight up, he was a damn good man, and a good man was damn hard to find. We all had flaws and right now, his flaw was a maggot named Gabriela.

  Neron didn’t neither beat me nor cheat on me. He was a great provider, wonderful father, and upstanding young guy. Hell, why else would Gabriela want him so badly? Neron was a rare breed. Plus, he was my high school sweetheart and now the father of our son. I was not about to give up my family over Gabriela’s crazy ass antics. We were about to check this bitch once and for all.

  I looked down and saw two fat cockroaches scattering around my feet. Goosebumps covered my arms and I lifted my legs and sat Indian style. I hated bugs. I was even more terrified of cockroaches. I felt like I was catching crabs just by sitting on this filthy bench.

  I was so happy that today wasn’t Friday so I wouldn’t have to wait until Monday to see a judge. I was not built for jail. I wanted to go home. I had a son that needed me and I was stuck in this shit hole. I held my tears because I didn’t want any of these chicks in here to see me cry. I didn’t want any of them thinking I was bitch made, so I sucked it up. I was just missing my son and felt terrible being behind bars when I should be home taking care of my kid.

  It was my idea to follow Neron because I told him either I tag along with them in the same car, or I tag along from a distance. I didn’t trust Gabriela. Neron kept me informed every step of the way. It was me he was texting inside the DNA testing center, letting me know what was going on. When they made it back to Gabriela’s apartment, I was pissed off seeing Neron help that bitch change her tire. I was even more teed off when I saw Gaby put her grubby paws on my man’s shoulders. I lost it. I promised her an ass whopping and that was exactly what she got.

  “Murphy, let’s go! You’re outta here,” said the fat bald officer.

  I shot up from the bench with the quickness. “What? How?”

  “You wanna go home or what? Move your ass inmate. Your charges have been dropped. You’re free to go.”

  I rolled my eyes and exited from the cell. After going through the release process, I was so relieved to see Neron, my lawyer and Neron’s father waiting for me. I leaped into Neron’s arms and hugged him tightly. I felt so safe in his arms.

  “Are you okay, baby?” he asked me sincerely.

  “I’m okay. I hate it in there. Where’s our son?”

  “He’s with my mom, he’s in good hands. Let’s get out of here so we can talk,” replied Neron.

  We walked outside and the sun was setting. The hot sun was finally giving us Floridians a break. I looked at Neron and he looked so damn yummy with his Sugar Babies skin tone glowing in the sun.

  “Since Pop knew about Gabriela’s ways, he called and asked an old friend a favor and his friend made some phone calls and got the charges dropped. Your lawyer showed up in case there were more legal issues.”

  “Thank you so much, Mr. Angel. I’m so sick and tired of her. She’s ruining our lives,” I said truthfully.

  “This is the second time I’ve gone to jail behind her antics.”

  “It’s my pleasure, Kimora. You’re a good woman and I know Gabriela is bringing you out of your element, but you two just need to stay away from her. Less contact the better. Son, quit being nice to her. I know you’re a good man, I taught you well, but every time you try to be nice to her, something pops up. She’s thriving on drama and is attempting to tear you two apart. Worry about the results and we will go from there. Now, I’m sorry that I have to run, but I must get going. I’m ready to spend time with my grandson. We will bring him back tomorrow,” said Angel.

  I smiled and hugged Angel. Neron and Angel gave each other dap. We watched him hop into his shiny red apple 2014 Jaguar XF and haul ass.

  “Well, Miss Murphy, everything has been taken care of. Your father will be calling you also,” said my lawyer, Donald Jackson.

  He was my dad’s lawyer for years and became our family attorney. He looked identical to Forest Whitaker.

  “Thank you so much, Mr. Jackson.” I shook his hand as he said his goodbyes to Neron.

  When my lawyer pulled off, Neron and I got into his car. The cold AC felt so good on my sticky and clammy skin. I felt so dirty. I couldn’t wait to shower and even better, I couldn’t wait to see my son tomorrow.

  Chapter 3

  Neron

  “I can’t wait to wash this jail stench off of me,” said Kimora, time we walked into our apartment.

  I watched her shed off her clothes. Even after having Jr., Kimora still looked incredible. Her breasts were fuller and she had a little bit more meat on her thighs. Just looking at her running towards the bathroom, butt naked, and ass jiggling like Jell-O made me laugh.

  “Girl, that water ain’t going anywhere,” I joked, laughing at her running.

  “Shut up,” she replied, laughing. She had yelled from the bathroom before she closed the door, “I’m about to take a long hot shower and after my shower, I’m taking a bath!”

  I heard the shower turn on and knew she meant it when she said she felt dirty being in jail, so I knew she would be in there for a while.

  I let her enjoy her quiet time as I sat down on the sofa and tried to relax. I felt to blame for putting Kimora in this predicament with Gaby, but I didn’t ask for any of this shit either. I shook my head and decided to lie back on the couch. Before I knew it, I had passed out.

  I woke up to the smell of baked Tilapia, sautéed diced potatoes and bacon wrapped jalapeños. She knew I went crazy for her bacon wrapped jalapeños. She removed the seeds so it wasn’t spicy. A nigga just loved bacon!

  “Damn, girl, I close my eyes and you done hooked up an entire feast,” I said, walking towards the dining room table. She had everything all set up and ready. “Come here girl.” I gently pulled her into my chest. “You know I love you. I’m sorry about today. I shouldn’t have agreed to let you follow me.” I looked into her eyes as I held her close to me from around her waist.

  “Don’t blame yourself. I love you too baby. Remember we’re in this together. Besides, it felt good whipping her ass,” she said grinning.

  I kissed her lips passionately as I grabbed a hand full of her ass. She sucked on my bottom lip like a vacuum cleaner. “Damn girl, you know that drives me crazy. You better quit it.” I smiled at her as I gazed into her beautiful brown eyes.

  She batted her natural long eyelashes at me
as she smiled. She wanted it! I lightly ushered her towards a dining room chair and she flopped down, positioning her ass on the edge. My dick got hard as she stared at me seductively. I pulled down her boyshorts, lace panties and tossed them to the side. She spread her legs in a V position. I smiled looking at her trimmed Kit Kat. You couldn’t even tell my woman just had a baby because that pussy was still tight and pretty as ever. I grabbed an ice cube from out one of the glasses on the table and gently rubbed the ice on her sweet center as she shivered and moaned.

  “Damn Neron,” she hissed with bliss.

  The ice was quickly melting against her hot pocket. I took my middle finger, slipped it inside her, and placed my mouth on her forbidden fruit. Her shit was so wet that it sounded like I was sticking my finger into a hot bowl of macaroni and cheese. My tongue left no area unattended as my finger stroked her G-spot. I felt Kimora pushing my head deeper into her wet cave and before I knew it, she filled my mouth up like a running faucet.

  I didn’t give her any time to relax. I pulled her up from the chair and motioned for her to bend over on the table. She granted me the request by bending over the hot meal she had prepared. She pushed the plate forward to keep from making a mess. I yanked my pants down and slipped my eight-inch baby-maker inside her.

  “Damnnnn!” I moaned as I beat it up.

  Fuck all that making love. This was a quickie because I couldn’t hold on much longer.

  “Keep going, baby,” she mumbled as she began throwing it back.

  “Fuck, gurl,” I yelled.

  She was squeezing her pelvic muscles and the shit was driving me crazy.

  After a few more minutes, Kimora screamed out, “I’m coming, Neron. I love you so much baby!”

  “Aghhhhh, l love you too,” I grunted back, stroking her as if my life depended on it.

  “Pull out, Neronnnnnn,” Kimora moaned.

  I pulled out just in time to shot a fresh load of babies on her ass. I smeared it in like lotion as she sat up and swatted me away.