NEW CHARACTER MARISSA  IN THE MEDIA.

1 MONTH LATER

PROD

"How does it taste?" my girlfriend, Marissa  asks, feeding me some collard  greens. I scrunch  my nose up. "Mane, that shit taste like diabetic  food." I say. She laughs then playfully  pushes me. "Shut  up. I told  you I'm learning how to cook. Baby, I swear  you're  mean as hell." she says. I laugh. "You asked." I say.

"You didn't have to be so mean." she says. "I forgive you though." she adds, then kisses  me. "Hey, yall." Zaya says, walking into my kitchen with Tyler. Me and her got a good relationship, no  sex involved. Her and Tyler together but it ain't no beef. She don't have a problem  with Marissa  and Marissa  don't have a problem  with her. The kids on the other hand refuse to fuck with Marissa but it's  cool, she temporary.

Tyler nods his head at me then shakes Marissa's hand. Zaya waves at Marissa. I smirk at her. "What?" she asks. "No hug, baby momma?" I ask. She laughs, then wraps her arms around my waist.  Marissa  clears her throat. Zaya pulls away from me, giggling.

She so damn petty, I swear. "I cooked dinner for everybody. Prod, are the children coming?" Marissa  asks. "You barely  older than our oldest daughter so you really  can't call them children." I say. She smacks  her lips  then laughs. "I'm twenty five, what are you  talking  about?" Marissa  asks. "My oldest daughter is twenty  two. I had her when I was fourteen." I tell her.

She laughs. "Whatever, you know what I meant." she says. The doorbell  rings. "I'll get  it." Zaya says. "This is my man's house so I'll get it." Marissa  says, then walks out.

Zaya looks at me. "Get her." she says. I laugh. "Ignore her. She just intimidated  by you. Everybody  know bout us." I say. She chuckles  then nods her head.

All my kids rush in.  "Daddy, who the hell is the Hershey who opened  the door?" Chevy  asks, hugging Zaya.

"Right? She talkin bout  take our shoes off at the door. A surgeon  gone have to take my foot out her ass if she don't shut the fuck up, bruh." Reshawd says, dapping me up, leaning on his crutches.

"Watch your mouth and give me a hug." Zaya says. He laughs then hugs her. "My bad. I didn't see you standing  there." he says

Naly walks up to me then lifts her arms. I pick her up. She pulls my head to hers. "Who is that lady?" she whispers.  "This my girlfriend, Marissa. These my kids, Heaven, Holland, DJ, Jay, Eric, Kwame', Prince, Chevy, Reshawd, Célina, Zaria, King, Analya, and Keyair." I introduce them. All of them looking at me like I'm crazy.

"How old are you?" Heaven  asks her. Zaya  giggles, then sips some of her wine.

"I'm twenty five. Little girl, you look around fifteen or sixteen. It's  rude to question  an adult's  age." Marissa  says. All the kids, Tyler, and Zaya  start  tripping. "Um... lady, I'm twenty two, first off. Why are you dating a man with children  close to your age? I'm twenty two, my brothers  are twenty one, my little sisters  twenty, my other  brother's twenty one, my other brother is nineteen, and the other is eighteen. You can't be serious." Heaven says.  "Prod is only thirty five. He just had yall young." Marissa  says

"Everybody, shut up." I say, picking Keyair up. "Let's  just eat." Zaya says, sitting down. Everybody  sitting around picking at this nasty ass food Marissa  cooked. I'm embarrassed. All my kids giving me the 'really nigga' look.

"Straight up, it's  this College  right here in LA called Le Cordon  Bleu. It's  a culinary  school. You should join cause you can't cook." Emory says.

The room falls silent while everybody  attemlt attempt  to eat the food.  King slams his fork down. "I can't eat  this mess. It tastes like somebody's  digestive  system." he whines. Everybody except for Marissa  dying laughing.  He even crying.

"Come here, poo." Zaya says. King gets up and walks over to her, crying in her chest. "Nigga, why the hell you crying? And Zaya, don't baby him. That's why he so bad now." I say. She flips me off. "Momma, it's  so nasty, it hurts. Oh my God, my tongue!" he screams, crying harder. "Don't make me eat it, please." he begs, sniffling.

"Quit crying, poo. I'll just  order you  a pizza." Zaya says. "Count me in. I want sausage." Prince  says. "If it's  so fucking nasty, get up from the table and don't eat it." Marissa  snaps.

Everybody  stop and look at her. "Bitch, you mad cause don't nobody wanna eat this chicken slop you call dinner? Fuck outta here." Kwame says. "Ay, Kwame, don't say nothing  to her, she might be able to beat your  soft a- I mean butt." Reshawd  says, snickering.

"Stop!" Zaya screams  at them. "We ain't having this mess! Yall are not about  to sit here and fight! So, shut up!" she adds. Both of them get quiet then look down.

"I'm about  to be you guys and girls step mom." Marissa  says. "Never." Zaria says, looking at her crazy. "Can I hold your baby?" she asks Zaya. "No." Zaya  answers, taking Keyair out my arms.

The kids  start laughing. "Zaya, I think you're  so sexy." Marissa  says, licking her lips. "I can't help but notice how nice your tits are in your tank top." she adds, staring at Zaya's chest.

"You know what, it's  time to go. Come on, whoever coming with me and Tyler." Zaya says, standing up. "Naw, let me talk  to you first." I say. She follows  me up to my room.

"Come on, she's cute  but you can do way better. Why do you always  go for the dumbest  women you can find? Plus, she's barely older than the children. Why? " she asks me. "You know ion love that girl. We just chillin'. She give good head, that's it." I answer. She laughs. "Alright. If you happy, I'm happy. What  did you want though?" I ask. "Nothing, we just  haven't been alone in a month." I say.

She laughs. "So? Your point is?" she asks. "Come on, Zaya..." I  say, kissing on her neck. She pushes me  off. "Nope, I'm celibate  now. No ring, no cookie." she says. I laugh. "So, you mean to tell me, dude still ain't hit?" I ask. "He hasn't  and he won't  unless we marry some day." she says. "Zaya, that girl can't satisfy  all my needs. She can't even cook and you know I love  good food."  I say. She shrugs  her shoulders. "I don't know what to tell you then." she says. "So, it's like that?" I ask. Her face turns red. She turns  around then throws up in the trash can. I chuckle. "You got  something  you need  to tell me?" I ask. "Yes, that your girlfriend's  food made me sick." she says, then walks into my bathroom.

She grabs  a spare tooth brush then throws up in the toilet again. "Uuugh." she groans, holding her stomach. I rub her back. "Let me see your stomach." I say. "What? For what?" she asks, running water on the tooth brush. "Let me." I say. "No." she says with a mouth full of tooth paste. I pull her shirt up. I smirk.  "You didn't want me to see your lil belly?" I ask. "Shut up, I'm not pregnant." she says. "Quit lying. Yo stomach was flat that night, now  it's  round. I went raw and to be honest, I was drunk  as fuck and probably  didn't  pull out and both of us fertile  so what that tell you? It means you pregnant." I say.

She frowns. "I  would know  if I'm pregnant. Shut up." she mumbles, crying. I chuckle. "I know for a fact you pregnant  cause you  crying for no reason." I say. She pushes me. "I am not pregnant." she says. I open my drawer then hand her two pregnancy  tests. "Why do you even have these?" she asks. "Cause I knew this shit was coming. Pee on em." I say, sitting on the sink. She frowns. "No, I'm not pregnant." she says. "You in denial. Take the tests." I say. She sighs then pulls her pants down. She pees on the tests then puts them in the box.  "What now?" she asks, wiping  herself using a feminine  wipe.

"I would say we could fu- hold up, you hear that?" I ask. She nods her head yes, hearing the banging  against  the wall. She gets up then pulls  her pants  up. She washes her hands then grabs my gun  from under  the sink. We walk out and into the guest room where Marissa  riding Reshawd's dıck.

I promise to god I see red right now.

TBC...

YUP, CLIFFHANGER.

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