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  “You know how I feel. A dude don’t never forget his high school sweetheart,” Camron said.

  “He’s got a girl that loves his ass very much as far as I can tell. And if she could put up with his shit, they deserve each other.”

  “Haha,” Camron laughed showing his pretty white teeth.

  Camron was five years older than me and I thought he was sexy as hell, even with his clean-shaven head. He had a caramel complexion and wore a nice, full beard that really enhanced his already beautiful features. On top of that, Camron went to the gym at least four times a week so his body was all the way together.

  “But enough about that fool,” I repeated.

  “Yeah, enough about him. It’s something else I wanted to talk to you about.”

  “Yeah, what’s that?” I asked as he grabbed my left hand into his.

  “About us moving in together. I know you said you didn’t want to make a decision like that while your son’s father was away, but now that he’s home I think we should talk about it.”

  Camron had a beautiful home in Novi and I lived in Warren right outside of Detroit. It was a little distance between the two of us and sometimes it made things a little more complicated. I wanted so bad to think that this was the man I was going to be with but after Floyd, I really had my trust issues. To keep Camron off my back about moving in together, I used Floyd as an excuse. Yes, I did want to have a talk with him before I made that kind of decision but the truth was, I just wasn’t ready.

  “This is still kind of a big step for me right now. I mean, I love you and I do see us being together, but I’m just not sure I’m ready. Can you give me a few days to think about it?” I asked.

  “Doesn’t sound like you need a few days,” Camron said disappointedly.

  “I just don’t want to rush into things. I know it’s been a year but I’m enjoying what we have so much…maybe I’m just afraid to change anything.”

  “I understand. I just wanna spend more time with you and I want your son to get comfortable with the idea of us. Just don’t leave me hanging too long.”

  As I looked Camron in his eyes, I didn’t know why I was so afraid to move forward with the next level of our relationship. It wasn’t about marriage or anything because that was never my goal. For me, marriage was just a piece of paper. I just really wanted someone to share the rest of my life with and grow together. Maybe I just had to find a way to let go of the past.

  Floyd

  I stopped by my mom’s house and took my son out for ice cream. After leaving him, I spent the rest of the day catching up with my peoples and setting up my moves in the street. I made it to the bar right before midnight and I had Tan texting me already asking when I was coming home. I spotted M Easy as soon as I found the bar. Easy was a smooth ass fat nigga that everybody got along with. He really was a people person so this job bartending was right up his alley. See, Easy was never really into the streets like that. He wasn’t tryna go to jail and beef with niggas, he just likes to smoke, drink, and chill with a couple bitches.

  “What’s up nigga?” I greeted him as he came from behind the bar and we embraced on some real love type shit.

  I could tell he was happy to finally see me ‘cause he couldn’t stop smiling.

  “Aye, my bad I didn’t make it over to mom’s house yesterday my nigga. You know I didn’t get to sleep last night until about six in the morning. I had this lil’ bad ass young bitch at the crib with me. I took one of them dick pills on her ass and the rest was history,” Easy said laughing.

  “Freak ass nigga,” I chuckled. “You ain’t gotta keep apologizing nigga. We have the rest of our lives to kick the shits ‘cause I ain’t going back.”

  “And that’s a fact,” he said as he slapped me on the shoulder before he went back behind the bar to attend to the customers.

  I took a seat at the bar and decided to have my first real drink since I’d been home. There was a female bartender that worked alongside Easy and she strolled over to take my order. She was a sexy brown skin girl with big breast and a cute smile.

  “Can I get you anything?” she asked.

  I wanted to say you can get me a double shot of them titties, but I didn’t.

  “Yeah let me get a double shot of Remy on ice. A lot of ice,” I clarified, knowing I would probably nurse that one drink the whole time.

  “You got it,” she said walking away.

  Easy came over as she left to make the drink.

  “You hitting that?” I had to ask.

  “Naw, I wish. She like them trap niggas with her gold digging ass,” he replied.

  “Oh, she on that huh?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  She came back with the drink and I paid cash so I could pull out my bankroll. I gave her thirty dollars.

  “Keep the change baby,” I said.

  “Thank you!” she replied with a big smile.

  “What’s your name by the way?”

  “Monica, what’s yours?”

  “His name ain’t important. Don’t even worry about it,” I heard a female voice say from behind us.

  I turned around just in time to see a tall light skin girl covered with tattoos coming up behind me rocking a skimpy print dress. It was my other boo, Ashley.

  “I was just being friendly. Don’t come over here with no muthafucking attitude tryna check somebody ‘cause I ain’t the one,” Monica snapped.

  “Whatever,” Ashley shot back as I stepped in front of her to divert her attention.

  “Come here,” I said grabbing her into my arms.

  I looked around to see if anybody was there that knew Tan. I didn’t see anybody so I reached down and palmed her ass.

  Ashley had big brown eyes, a slim face, and got a tattoo every other month. Right now her hair was a bright red. She was only twenty-one when I left and I could see she was a little thicker in the hips and ass now.

  “Welcome home baby,” Ashley said.

  “You glad to have a real one back?”

  “Of course. I was going crazy without you.”

  I didn’t believe her but it sounded good. We sat down at the bar and started to catch up. Monica the bartender was working the other side of the bar I guess to keep herself separated from Ashley. Easy would come over and kick it with us in between making drinks. Ashley ordered a vodka and cranberry before she started talking dirty.

  “You giving me some dick tonight right? I know you giving me some dick ‘cause I waited long enough.”

  I blushed like a shy nigga.

  “I’on know. I don’t need to be out too late. I just got home. You know I ain’t tryna get in trouble with Tan on the first weekend I’m home.”

  “Fuck her, you was with her all day yesterday. Anyway, you promised me.”

  “Look at you, you tripping already,” I chuckled.

  Ashley was always trying to get me in trouble with my girl. She figured the worst thing that could happen was we actually break up and then I’d become her man, which was what she wanted anyway. I just thought Ashley was fun to hang out with but I could never take her seriously.

  “Easy, tell him he needs to stop playing and get with a real bitch,” she said with confidence.

  “I been telling him that,” Easy lied.

  “Shut the fuck up lying Easy. You ain’t said no shit like that,” I shouted.

  “Quit playing boy. You know Ashley is a keeper,” he went on gassing her head.

  “Cut that shit out, Easy,” I warned pointing a stiff finger.

  “What? It’s the truth,” Ashley said.

  As the night went on I sipped my watered down drink and the buzz kicked in still like I had a whole pint to myself. By the time I got two-thirds of it down, I was tore up. Me, Ashley, and Easy were having a good time laughing and bullshitting like we used to. I felt so good to be back, I wasn’t even thinking about the time. When I looked up it was like twenty minutes to closing time. I looked at my phone and Tan texted me twice. Both times the same thing.

  Tan: You on your way?

  Tan: YOU ON YOUR WAY???

  I guess that all caps meant she was getting angry. This was the reason I was always in the streets, because this funky attitude acting like she was running shit. Now I didn’t want to go straight home after the club just out of spite, but decided I would.

  Floyd: About to leave the club. I’ll be there in a minute.

  Ashley saw me texting and she knew it was my girl. She stood up and walked in between my legs. She grabbed me by my shirt like she was in charge.

  “You still ain’t answered my question.”

  “What?” I said playing dumb.

  “You coming home with me?”

  “Come on man, I can do that. She waiting for me right now,” I explained.

  “Stop talking to me about your bitch Floyd ‘cause you know I don’t care about her.”

  “That’s your problem. You gotta respect my girl, Ashley.”

  “Make me,” she replied, grabbing my dick and pushing her breast all in my face.

  My dick got hard as a rock from the hint of a woman’s touch. When she felt the bulge she started stroking it on the low as she glanced around to see if anybody was watching. I reached my hand out and grabbed her booty again. It was soft as hell and the way she was stroking my pole had me hot and horny.

  “You a muthafucka Ashley,” I said rubbing the small of her back.

  “I just miss you so much, Floyd. You already know how I feel ‘bout you so why is you playing? Come on, let's get out of here,” she pressured.

  I checked the time on my Breitling as I glanced around the club. I did want Ashley just as much as she wanted me, but I didn’t want to have to fight about it in the morning.

  “I got a better idea,” I said as I grabbed her by the hand.

  The big smile on her face let me know she was with it as I made my way through the crowd until I found the men’s restroom. I really didn’t care if there was anybody inside or not, so I didn’t check. I just barged right in with Ashley holding my hand trying to keep up with me. There was two guys inside finishing up and washing their hands. I led Ashley to the last stall as she giggled uncontrollably.

  “Oh my God!” she laughed.

  “Shut up and bend that ass over,” grunted hungrily.

  I pulled out the condom that was meant for her, not knowing when and where we’d get a chance to fuck. Her begging for it all night had me boiling inside and ready to give it to her. She kicked the toilet lid down, hiked up her dress, and put one leg up on top of the toilet. I pulled her panties to the side so hard I ripped them. Once they were ripped, I just tore them completely off before sliding the condom on and driving forcefully inside her.

  “Mmmmm,” I moaned as she shrieked in pleasure.

  I started pounding that ass from the back, giving her all the dick she could handle. Ashley started screaming so loud I had to cover her mouth. The bar was closing soon so everybody started coming in to get that last minute piss before leaving out, and all they could hear was me killing that pussy in the last stall. I knew this wasn’t the best way to start off things with Tan but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Long as I kept a smile on her face I’d be good.

  Chapter 3

  Tanjanisha

  Sunday morning I got a call from cousin Jarrod who always wanted to borrow some money. Jarrod was a really good mechanic but more of a car thief by trade. I would usually give him money if he didn’t ask for too much because when I needed my car fixed he’d always do it for practically nothing.

  “Whachu want Jarrod?” I answered.

  “Damn, why you gotta answer the phone like that when I call?” he whined.

  “Because you never call me until you wanna borrow some money. So whatchu want Jarrod?”

  “I heard that nigga Floyd out of jail,” he said sounding like he was smiling.

  “Yeah, he right here. You wanna talk to him?”

  “Naw, just ask him do he want me to do a job on that Hummer. I know he ain’t keeping that gas guzzling muthafucka,” he laughed.

  “I’ll ask him. That’s all you wanted?”

  “Oh, naw, I need to hold fifty dollars.”

  “See, I knew it.”

  “You know I’m good for it cuz.”

  “That’s not the point. I got a brand new car with a warranty now so I want my money back if I lend you this fifty dollars, Jarrod.”

  “I got it cuz.”

  “Alright, come get it,” I said before ending the call.

  I turned to Floyd who was lying in bed next to me scrolling through his phone. I still had a little bit of attitude because he didn’t get home last night until 2:30, but since I knew he wanted to go hang with his friends on his first weekend home I didn’t trip too hard. I just didn’t want him to make club hopping a habit all over again. That’s when we got into trouble.

  “Jarrod said to ask you if you wanna get rid of your Hummer.”

  “He tryna do an insurance job?” Floyd asked.

  “I guess so.”

  “Hell naw, I’m not about to raise my rates up for nothing. I’m taking that muthafucka back to the dealership and get whatever I can.”

  As I got up to put some clothes on before my cousin arrived, I heard Floyd’s phone ring one time and stop. I looked back to see if he was talking on the phone but he wasn’t. I knew he had probably just sent someone’s call to voicemail but I didn’t read anything into it. When I finished getting dressed I noticed Floyd had got up and put on his clothes too.

  “What we doing today?” I asked.

  “I got a few runs to make. We can go out to dinner a little later but I’m going back to the bar tonight to see if I can catch up with some people. Easy told me some of everybody be falling through there so I need to be there for a minute.”

  “You always got an excuse to be up in the spot,” I said.

  “Come on Tan don’t start. You know how I make my money. I gotta make sure people know I’m out here doing my thing again. Otherwise, my brother and n’em gon’ get all the money.”

  “Where is this club at anyway?” I asked.

  Since I’d gotten pregnant I was hiding from Easy and a lot of other people Floyd knew, so I hadn’t been to the bar or any other place I thought I’d run into them.

  “It’s off Eight Mile,” he said.

  “Eight Mile and what?” I pressured.

  “You keeping tabs on me or something?”

  “No, I’m just trying to find out where the bar at. Don’t read nothing into it that ain’t there. I’m not that insecure bitch that don’t trust her man outside of her sight.”

  “Yeah, right,” Floyd chuckled as he walked out of the room.

  I told myself I would play nice. I wasn’t in the position to be starting any kind of trouble. For now, I would have to let Floyd do as he pleased even though I didn’t fully trust his ass.

  Saleena

  The day after Camron and I went out to dinner I decided it was time for him and Floyd to meet. I invited Floyd over to the house early that afternoon. Camron spent the night there since my son decided he wanted to spend the night at his grandmother’s house. Camron had spent the night with me and my son a few times before, but with Floyd home now I just didn’t want to stir up any confusion before the two of them got to know each other. I hated my son’s father’s guts sometimes but I always tried to respect him when it came to our son. When Floyd arrived he called me from the driveway.

  He came inside smelling like Creed cologne. I could tell he was trying his best to keep up his fly guy persona wearing Armani blue jeans with a matching shirt and blue Louis Vuitton sneakers. Floyd always knew how to dress better than the average man, which was one of the things I used to love about him. I always thought he would make a great fashion designer or something in that field but it seemed he was stuck on bullshit.

  “Floyd, this is my boyfriend Camron. Camron, that is my son’s father Floyd.”

  “Sup G,” Floyd said as he shook Camron’s hand.

  “Sup my man, you alright?” Camron returned.

  “Everything is everything.”

  The two men sized each other up, thinking I didn’t notice.

  “Welcome home brother. Saleena says you’re a great father.”

  “That’s a fact,” Floyd said still sizing Camron up.

  “That’s what’s up man. I’m glad I finally got a chance to meet you face to face.”

  “Yeah, yeah but fuck all that man. Let’s talk outside for a minute,” Floyd said as turned and headed for the door.

  I interrupted.

  “What y’all gotta go outside for? I’m the one that called y’all here to meet in the first place. Whatever you gotta say you can say it in here.”

  “This man stuff woman mind your business,” Floyd said brushing me off and heading outside as Camron followed.

  “We’ll only be a minute. Just let us talk in private real quick,” Camron agreed.

  I stood there angry as hell that Floyd had come and took control of the situation, and now I didn’t know what was about to happen.

  Floyd

  I stood outside on Saleena’s front porch looking this Camron dude in the eyes. I didn’t like the fact that my baby mama had a new nigga in her life but she had the right to move on. Besides, it seemed like this dude was pretty square so I wasn’t thinking he’d be a problem. I just had to lay down my ground rule for this so-called relationship.

  “Listen, man, what you and Saleena do when y’all alone is y’all business. If she like it I love it; you feel me? All I want you to do is respect my son. That means you gotta respect his mama whenever he’s present. You can’t be cussing at her, you can’t be yelling at her like you crazy, and you damn sure…I shouldn’t even have to tell you that one. Fuck it, I’ma say it anyway…you damn sure betnot put yo’ hands on her.”

  His face was torn up and I could tell he was in shock.

  “My man, I respect your position, but I think you could’ve gave it to me a little better than that, don’t you?”

  I shrugged.

  “It is what it is man. If I give it to you the polite way you want it, you might not think I mean it. But I mean it, bro. I won’t cause you no problems as longs as I don’t get no calls from my son about my previous stipulations.”