New character Tyler in the media.

ZAYA

Almond, Keyair, and I are all over Almond's boyfriend's house. Keyair's in the playroom with Almond's sister in law, her daughter, and the nanny. The door opens.  "Hey, Tyler. This is my boyfriend I was telling you about, his name's Kevin, but he goes by Almond. Almond, this is my big brother Troy." Troy introduces them. Almond smiles at Troy's big brother. "Nice to meet you." Almond says, extending his hand. Tyler stares at his hand in disgust. "Get your gotdamn hand out of my face, that shit been all on my brother's dıck." Tyler says, mean mugging Almond. I tried not to laugh. He's like a white version of Prod.

"Tyler, you don't have to be disrespectful to my baby." Troy says. Almond blows then starts mean mugging Tyler. "I don't give a fuck, man. I told you from the damn start, I don't approve of a man putting his dıck in another man. Who cares if we're brothers? Fuck your boyfriend! I don't give a damn if he's your bae, boo, butter cup, god father, cinnamon apple, or your gotdamn sugar booger. The shit is gross." Tyler goes off.

I face palm myself listening to them go back and forth.  "You know what, fuck it! If you wanna be a nut gargler, have at it! Don't say I didn't warn you when you get that clap and your dıck starts burning!" Tyler shouts.

Almond runs up to him then pops him in his jaw. Tyler pulls out a pistol then cocks it.  I jump between them. "Chill! This shit done went too far! You sexy as hell and all but you ain't about to keep on talking to my brother like that, point blank, period. Put that fucking gun down, G before I pull my shit out and wake all the damn neighbors up. Try me." I calmly say.

He starts grinning as if he thinks I'm joking. "You laughing but I'll seriously kill you and not care." I say. "Damn, ma. Aight, only because you sexy." he says, lowering it. "The fuck? Get out my face, ol wanna be Eminem ass." I say.

Almond and Troy fall out laughing then snap in a Z formation.

Tyler chuckles. "I like you a lot, what's your name, beautiful?" he asks, smiling. Gotdamn, why does his smile have to be so perfect?  "My name is committed to a very hot headed, wild, trigger happy, crazy, and sexy street nigga who wouldn't hesitate to handle you if I even told him you were breathing too hard in my presence." I answer, grinning.

He looks around. "I don't see your man, beauty. All I see is the most gorgeous woman with a dope ass personality." he says. I chuckle.  "Seriously, my man is in jail at the moment, but-" he cuts me off. "We can be friends. Come on, we can get out of here and go get ice cream or whatever it is you'd like, beauty. On me." he says.  "Girl, please go. I got Keyair, honey. Get him out of here before I catch a quick murder charge." Almond says, rolling his eyes.

I sigh. I might as well. I haven't been out in three years.  It won't hurt to have a little friend, I guess.

I follow him out of the house. "Where's your car?" I ask. He points at the black Rolls Royce Phantom. I smile. "This is my favorite car, oh my God!" I exclaim. He chuckles, then opens my door for me. I get in. He closes the door then gets in on his side.  "You never did tell me your name, beauty. So, what is it?" he asks. I chuckle. "Zaya." I answer. "Nice to meet you, Zaya. I apologize if I came off as a dıck. I understand that first impressions last and I'd hate for you to think I'm a terrible person when I'm not." he says.  I laugh.  "I'm not used to a guy apologizing without me saying I felt disrespected." I tell him. He smiles. "There's a first for everything, huh?" he asks. I laugh along with him. "I guess so." I answer.

"Tell me about you." he says. "It's not much to tell. I'm from Memphis, I was married, divorced, engaged, then over and in a relationship, broken up, then in a complicated relationship with the same man, and I have a lot of children." I answer. He laughs as if that was the funniest thing ever. "How many is a lot, beauty?" he asks.  I chuckle.  "Fourteen." I answer. His mouth drops. "Damn, beauty, I take it you got a pot of gold down there!" he exclaims.

I laugh then punch him in his shoulder. "Shut up. I only have four biological children, the other ten are my ex husband's but I pretty much raised them all so I claim them as my own with no problems." I tell him. "Damn, your ex husband's a rolling Stone." he says.  I laugh.  "Man, shut up. He's a great dad." I tell him. He nods his head.  "Tell me about you though." I say.  "Alright, I'm a very honest man so here we go. I know you probably wonder why I don't talk like your average white man. Most people think I sound black." he starts.  "You do." I confirm.  He laughs.  "Alright, well, my brother and I were raised by a black family. I came from a blood line of Jamaican drug dealers, man. I was kidnapped by them along with Troy when we were babies. They raised us, we never went back to whoever the fuck our real parents were. So, I went through a whole lot of shit. I dropped out in ninth grade and got by GED my senior year.  I'm thirty six now and I'm a doctor. You probably find that hard to believe." he says, chuckling.

I can't quit smiling worth shit. He's street oriented, a sexy ass white man, plus he's a doctor. That's wassup. I'm kinda feeling him and it's crazy because I feel like I shouldn't be.

"I'm a doctor too. OBGYN." I tell him. "That's interesting. I work with children." he tells me. I nod my head. "That's pretty cool. I originally wanted to be a pediatrician." I say. "What changed your mind?" he asks. "I liked the thrill of knowing I helped someone bring a life into the world so I decided I wanted to be an OBGYN." I answer.  He pulls up to an ice cream parlor.  "We're here." he says, smiling. He opens my door then helps me out.

We walk inside. The girl at the register smiles at us. "Hey, what can I get you guys?" she asks with a smile.  "Whatever you wanna get, beauty." he says. I nod my head. "Can I have a large cup of chocolate deluxe please." I say. She rings it up.  I pull my wallet out then hand her a crisp hundred dollar bill. "Hand her that shit back, beauty, you don't pay for shit when you with me. Understand?" he asks. "It's just ice cream. I got it. Believe me, I can pay for myself." I tell him. "I believe you but like I said, when you're with me, you don't pay." he says. I sigh, stepping back.

We're out walking in Hollywood. He's a nice guy. It's like he's a male version of me. He's so cool and shows so much interest in my dreams and goals. I like the fact that he doesn't down me for anything and when I sound insecure, he stops me instantly.

We even got a caricature of us. "Come on, let's go be big ass kids." he says, pointing at Chuck E. Cheese. He grabs my hand and drags me in there. I laugh.  "You can't be serious." I say as he pays for five hundred tokens. "Oh, damn right I'm serious. We only got one life, we might as well live this shit to the fullest before we get old and rusty. Beauty, you know white men get wrinkled and big eared as hell when they get old. I'm trying to enjoy my sexy days." he says.

Me and the cashier start dying laughing. "Shut up, I can't deal with your dumb ass. First you punched the man in the jaw for spitting on Michael Jackson's star, then you just said that." I say. He laughs.  "And? Ohhh shit, let's get in the tunnel!" he exclaims. I laugh. He starts taking his shoes off. "Oh hell yeah, I don't give a damn how old I am. Come on,  pop those red bottoms off. Let's do this shit." he says. I laugh, taking my shoes off.

"We gone get stuck in the tunnel." I say, climbing up behind him. "Beauty, I got this. I remember when I was nine. I pissed in here and got my ass kicked for it too." he says, laughing.  I laugh then push him. "Your big ass got us lost." I say. "Shush, don't lose faith. See, that's the slide right there. Gotdamnit, I'm too tall for this." he says.  "No shit, sherlock." I sarcastically say. "Switch spots. Slide down in my lap." he says.  I laugh.  "Whatever." I say, lapping up with him. We slide down, laughing hard as hell. We got stuck four times.

We slide out the end onto the ground. I laugh then look up. My eyes just landed on Roc. He looks like he saw a ghost. He almost dropped the little girl in his hands. He's at a birthday party.

I walk up to him. "So, you faked your death to cake up with that white nigga?" he asks, shaking his head. "This ain't what it looks like. Do not say nothing to my kids or Prod. I have a surprise for him." I say. "I can't tell! You up in a mothafuckin' tunnel lookin' dumb as hell with that nigga! You a hoe, mane! Got my nigga in there contemplating killin' himself over yo fake ass death when the whole time, you played him for that white dude! " Roc yells.

"Chill! We just met! Lower your voice, It's alot I have to explain to you." I mumble.  "Naw, you got a lot of explaining to do to Prod. Damn, you just as grimy as any other hoe." he says. Tears  start rolling down my face. "The cops lied to yall. I was in a coma." I mumble. He chuckles.  "Yeah, let me guess, you payed em off to do that too, huh? Get the fuck outta my face, G." he says, then storms off.

I blow. I just had to be spotted by him of all people. Tyler walks out of the bedroom then frowns at me. "What's wrong, beauty?" he asks, grabbing my hand. I pull it away. "Just somebody from my past." I mumble. His face turns red. "Where the motherfucker at? Tell me or I'm taking it upon myself to find out." he growls.  I look at him crazy. "Chill, dude, you don't even know me." I say. He shakes his head. "Who is it?" he asks. "Nobody, come on. I need to get my son from Almond." I tell him, then walk out. I don't know what I'm gone do.

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