“I knew you were gonna do this. And I let you do it anyway.” I shook my head as I watched him buckle his pants. My weakness was him and he knew it. Selfishly, he took advantage. But then again, I was a grown woman with my own mind. But damn it felt so good. He felt good…until he left like he always did. He never wanted to just lay and cuddle with me. Just hit and dip.
“I gotta pick my daughter up from school,” he said as he bent down to slide his left Jordan shoe on. Suddenly, he turned around like a bright idea had just popped in his head. “Ay, let me hold two hundred dollars so I can flip it.”
I knew it would come sooner or later. “That’s all I have until I get paid, Rod.” I put the pillow over my head and prepared for his reasoning behind being on some bum shit.
“Bae, I promise I’ll bring you back four hundred by the end of the day. Come on, you know a nigga good for it.”
“And how you about to pick your daughter up at eleven in the morning?” I changed the subject so I could start an argument.
“Here you go. See, this why I don’t be fucking with you. This right here.” He lifted his hand and blew me off as he grabbed his keys and his wallet, with his broke ass. Fuck he have a wallet for anyway? He didn’t even have no drivers license. Just a few felonies, baby mama drama, hard dick and a hard time is all he had to his name. I don’t know why leaving him was so hard. I knew he wasn’t shit. Everyone knew he wasn’t shit. Hell, even HE knew he wasn’t shit.
I hopped up and threw my robe on so I could walk him to the door. He had started talking shit and I felt a head ache coming. “Boy, shut up and turn yo’ dusty ass!” I yelled when we got to the door and he started yelling at me.
“I wasn’t dusty when you fucked me. I wasn’t dusty when you begged me to come over here. Oh, was I dusty when you was begging me to leave it in? Stupid ass hoe.”
I laughed. Every time I denied his bum ass money, he did this. “Okay,” is all I said.
“Ain’t never got no money,” he complained. But he was still at the door.
“You got nerve, don’t cha?” I asked as I grabbed his jacket off the couch and threw it at him.
“Baby, for real, though. you know I’ma give it back. Chill.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why every time I get some dick from you, I gotta give you money? What is this? Am I some type of suga mama? Did I miss the memo? Boy you a whole prostitute. Get cho ass out.”
“Remember when I-” He started to say something but my husbands black BMW pulled into the driveway.
“Shit! Get back in here.” I quickly pulled him inside and lock the door back. Sammy wasn’t supposed to be home until five. Six hours from now. What the hell?
“Yo, what you got going? Thought you said that nigga worked today?” He asked as I panicked. I didn’t know where to put him. It was so cliché to put him in the closet. That would be the first place Sammy would look. But fuck it, I didn’t have time. The lock was turning.
“Shut up, get in here and shut up,” I whispered as I opened the hall closet and stuffed him inside.
“My nigga, these hoe ass Christmas lights all on my back. The fuck?”
“Shut up.” I said as I hurried to my room so I could climb back in bed and act sleep.
“Baby, you up?” Sammy asked as he rushed into the room. He opened all the drawers in search for something.
I fake yawned and stretched. “I am now.”
“Have you seen my badge? I went off and left it and we got the GM up there today.” Sammy was a supervisor at a warehouse but he was built like a NFL player. 5’ll, dark skin, ripped abs, thick muscles and just all around fine. I bet you’re asking why am I cheating if he’s so fine, huh?
I’ll get to that in a minute.
“Did you check your pants from yesterday?” I asked.
He snapped his fingers and smiled. “I know where its at. I had on that brown jacket yesterday. It’s on the hall closet.”
“What?”
“I’ll be back.”
I had to think quick so I hopped up and dropped my robe. “Baby?! Can we get a quickie in?”
He stopped and bit his lips. “I ain’t got long.” He was a thirty second man anyway so I don’t know why he said that. All I needed was one minute.
I walked over to him slowly and kissed him. “I know, baby, but I miss making love to you. We’ve both been so busy lately.” The thing I loved about my husband is that he didn’t look his age. He was Forty-two and looked Twenty-two. But that’s where his charm ended. The dick wasn’t that big and he couldn’t hang in there long enough to get me off too. But he was such a good man. But a woman had needs too.
“Oh yea? You want that hammer, huh?” He asked as I pulled him and kissed his neck. Hammer? Ha!
As I was kissing him, faking and shit, Rod eased his way to my room door. “What the fuck are you doing?” I mouthed to him.
He smiled, exposing his golds. That’s his problem, he thought everything was a joke. “Let me watch,” he mouthed back as he ran his hands thru his waves.
I pointed my finger at him. “Get the fuck out,” I mouthed back.
“Let me grab my badge. I cant be fucking aroundwith you. I’ll be here all day,” Sammy said as he turned around. They looked right at each other.
I put my head down.
“What you doing here?” Sammy asked Rod as he turned to me and said “put some clothes on. You know he got a key and don’t know how to call before he come and shit.”
Rod came over and threw his hand around Sammy shoulders while smiling at me. “Daddy, let me hold two hundred dollars,” Rod said as he led Sammy away.
“Nigga, you still owe me money,” Sammy said as he walked away with my step son.
I took a deep breath and sat on the bed.
That was a close one.
