The women 4 KeKe's "date" in the media

"I better find your loving, I better find your heart." - Drake

VONTE

KeKe starts glaring at me. "What the fuck, uncle Vonte?" he asks. I stand then take a puff from my blunt. "Ladies, as you all know, my nephew, KeKe Mitchell is a very successful artist, which is why you five chose to come fight for his heart." I say, snickering. The ideas I come up with when I'm high are amazing.

"So, one by one, introduce yourselves to lil KeKe then tell him what you like about him." I say. KeKe shakes his head. "I'll go first." the bitch with the long, red goddess braids says. I forgot what she said her name is. "My name is Janyia. I'm from Chicago, real niggas know me. I'm fine as fuck and I got hella ass. I like KeKe cause he sexy and he rich." she says. "Cut. You have been terminated. Return to sender." I say in a fake director voice.

"Excuse me?" she snaps. "Please take a step back. Step forward and introduce yourself." I say, pointing at the broad with the blue, black, and pink afro. I would honestly fuck the shit out of her and pull that big ass afro while I'm at it.

She smiles. "My name is Morgan. I'm from Alabama. I'm twenty one, I'm in college, and I have a one year old daughter. What I like about KeKe is his talent. His art is so beautiful and impressive. He is very handsome and smart." she says. I close my eys tight, totally bored by her ass. "Nice. So, what's your occupation?" KeKe asks, smiling a little. I shake my head at him. "Um... I strip." she answers. I chuckle a little. "Oh, nice to meet you." he says.

I point at the one that's fine as hell in my opinion. She's brown, tall, and her face is almost flawless. "My name is Erykah. I'm from Houston. I'm not employed because my child's father takes care of me. I'm twenty. I think KeKe is handsome." she says. "Next." I dryly say. My nephew don't need a bitch who's baby daddy can have that pussy whenever he want it. The fuck they look like, Ant, Jessica, and Montana? Hell naw.

"Well, damn. You didn't have to be so rude." the dark brown one with curly hair says. "I'm sorry, your name is?" I ask. "Jaterra." she answers. "Well, Jaterra, get out my fuckin' face." I say, smiling wide just to piss her off. She slaps the shit out of me. I look at her like she lost her mind.

"You didn't have to hit the nigga." Janyia says, taking her heels off. "Right." Morgan agrees. "I'll beat all yall bitches asses, fuck around and get hurt!" Jaterra snaps, taking her heels off.

I don't say anything as all of them fight. I look at KeKe. He's not even paying them any attention, he's busy eye fucking the last woman who didn't even introduce herself. She looks like a goddess. She's brown skinned with pretty ass eyes and nice lips. She's about 5'5 and has nice legs, a flat stomach, and a fat ass. She ain't even worried about the other women as they fight. I can look at her and tell she knows she the shit.

I smile a little as he introduces himself to her. My work here is pretty much done. If he likes her personality as much as he likes her attitude then it's all good.

"Ay, which one of yall bitches wanna suck a real nigga dıck?" I ask as they stop fighting. All of them follow me. I chuckle. I'm done being a match maker, it's time to be a nympho now. I'm about to fuck all of them back to back tonight.

KEKE

"I can't believe they really fought. I didn't like it. It's not attractive." I admit, walking on the beach with Khari. She was the one I thought was the finest from the time Vonte brought them out and I liked how she didn't get involved in that shit.

She smiles a little. "Well, that's them." she says. "I agree. What's your occupation?" I ask. So far, I learned she's twenty four, the same age as me, she has no kids, no man, and she recently graduated from college. "Right now, I have a regular job at the hospital as a receptionist. But I'm also pretty much done with cosmetology school. I was in college and cosmetology school at the same time." she answers. "Dang. That's a lot of work." I say. "I always loved hair but I went to college on a scholarship as well because I wanted something to fall back on. I took all online courses though." she says.

I nod my head. "You don't sound like you from here. Are you?" I ask. "I'm from Memphis. I moved to California with my best friend, E during our junior year in high school." she answers. "E? What's she like?" I ask. She starts dying laughing. "She is... my best friend in the whole wide world. She's really nice with a smart mouth. She's loyal and I'll get squished by a big bitch for her." she says, making me laugh. "She sounds really special. How did yall meet?" I ask. She shakes her head, laughing. "Long story short... in tenth grade, she started dating my friend's boyfriend not knowing they were together. My friends talked shit about her and I got dragged into it. Guilty by association, pretty much. One night I told her I had a question, she asked if I had a problem with her, lies got exposed, then we became cool and still to this day are close. Erica and I live together." she says. "Damn. It's nice to see relationships last. I don't see too much of that anymore." I admit.

"Really? You don't?" she asks. "Naw. It seems like everything good comes crashing down then I end up alone." I say. She stops walking. "Don't say that. All good things don't come to an end. You need to surround yourself with the right kind of people." she says. "Imma be honest with you. I grew up rough, Khari. My trust issues are pretty bad and I have an anger issue I'm working on. I'm really possessive. Not because I'm one of those niggas that wanna own you, I just get afraid to lose people because I'm so used to the people I love leaving or not loving me back so that's why I'm very possessive. I'm passionate. When I love, I love hard. There's no games or in betweens with me. I don't play games, so I don't expect any. If you don't like that, here's your chance to leave." I say. I wanted her to know what she's getting herself into. "Thanks for your honesty. Nobody's perfect, KeKe." she says, then grabs my hand. I smile at her. If this shit works, I swear I'm gonna buy uncle Vonte more weed than he can handle.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh! She tried to chop my dıck off!" I hear uncle Vonte yell. My eyes widen as he runs around in the sand butt ass naked with a blunt in his mouth. "Aw hell naw." I say. "He didn't drop that blunt though." Khari says, dying laughing.

I pull her away. "Let's go somewhere. I want to get to know you better." I say, totally ignoring my uncle as he runs from the bitch with the curly afro. She smiles. "Okay." she says. I'm already really feeling her. About time uncle Vonte did something right.

REIGN

Here I am, at my house with my brothers, my little sister, and Jah's ugly ass. My dad is still staying at my uncle's house for now to let my mom cool down, my mom is at Montana's house with her friend Torren, and KeKe went somewhere with uncle Vonte.

Jah came over here to chill with my brothers and he's staying the night for some reason. He just randomly walked into my room. "What?" I dryly ask. "Why you didn't text me back?" he asks. "The same reason you were at the mall with another girl." I answer. He chuckles. "You mad cause I was with my girlfriend?" he asks.

"Don't act like you like me knowing you're taken. You never said anything about a girlfriend. If I didn't see that at the mall, you never would've told me." I say. "I didn't think it was important. I didn't know I had to get permission from you to have a bitch." he says.

"Fuck off, Jah." I demand. "Naw, talk to me. Why you worried about it if you don't like me?" he asks. "My thing is this, don't be texting and calling me saying all that sweet shit, pretty much trying to play with my heart knowing you have a girlfriend, Jah. It's fucked up and trifling of you." I say.

"Reign, everything I say to you is friendly. What the hell?" he asks. I look down at my phone then go to our messages. "Good morning beautiful. I can't wait to see you again. I'm glad you in my life, lil baby. Real nigga shit, I fuck with you, girl." I read. "That shit friendly, Jah? Hell no, it's not!" I snap on him.

"Bottom line is, I'm taken and I ain't obligated to tell you shit." he says. I stand up. "Well, you are obligated to get out my room so get your ass out." I demand, getting in his face. He tilts his head, staring down at me. He starts laughing. "Aight, Reign. Tough ass." he sarcastically says.

"Leave me alone. Get out!" I snap. He wraps his arms around my waist then lays me back on my bed. My eyes widen as he presses his erections between my legs. "Stop with yo attitude." he says, then kisses my neck. No boy has ever been this close to me before.

"Get off me!" I snap, trying to get him to move. "Chill. Just relax, Reign. I wanna fuck." he says. My eyes tear up. He smacks his lips then gets off me. "I have never been so disrespected a day in my life! Fuck you! If pussy is all you trying to get, you should've never got my feelings involved. Fuck you and your ugly ass girlfriend." I go off. He laughs. "You so fucking innocent, you like a lil ass child, Reign. I obviously wanted pussy, I stay asking for nudes even though your scary ass never send em. I stay asking can I finger you and shit. You should've known what a nigga like me wanted from the start." he says.

I push him. "Get out." I demand. He laughs as he walks out my room. I close my door then lay in my bed. I start crying in my pillow. I'm so frustrated. It seems like everything is going wrong. My parents are divorcing and I got my heart broken for the first time. It's too much. I should've never snuck and started talking to Jah behind my brothers' backs. I'm so glad they don't know.

I grab my phone then dial my daddy's number. I know he fucked up but I'm a daddy's girl. My daddy is all I want and need right now. I wanna lay on his chest and cry like I used to so he can tell me everything will be okay. I really need my daddy to make me feel better.

His phone goes straight to voice mail. I scream in frustration. He starts calling back. I answer. "Wassup, baby girl?" he asks. "Daddy, where are you?" I ask. "Just talked to this marriage counselor named James. Reign, I know yo mom wanna be done but I ain't giving up. I'm going the extra mile, I'm finna try everything in my power to get her back. I'm about to go to sex therapy soon to show her I'm trying." he says. I don't say anything.

"Hold up, what's wrong? You crying?" he asks. "I'm really sad." I mumble. "Here I come. I'm finna come to the house. Imma bring you something to cheer you up a lil bit, we gone kick shit, alright, princess?" he asks, putting a smile on my face. "Okay, daddy." I say. I can't wait until he gets here.

ANT

I stopped and got Reign's greedy ass some chocolate ice cream, skittles, and hot funyuns cause that's what she likes when she sad about some shit.

I just pulled into my driveway. I get out my car then walk to the front. I unlock the door then walk in. "Daddy! Are you living here again?" LaLa exclaims, jumping in my arms. "Imma stay with your uncle for a lil while." I say. She starts pouting. I kiss her cheek then put her down. I hand her the cup of vanilla ice cream with gummy bears and sprinkles I got for her, immediately making her smile.

I walk upstairs to Reign's room. I open the door. "Hey daddy." she says, then hugs me. I smile at her, then hand her the stuff I got her. "Thank you." she says. I chuckle, watching her quietly eat her ice cream.

I kick my shoes then get in her bed. "Aight, what's wrong?" I ask. She sighs. "Everything." she answers. "Talk to me." I say. She lays her head on my chest like she did when she was a little girl. "I know you'll be mad at me but I was talking to a boy I thought liked me but I saw him with his girlfriend at the mall when me and mommy went. He only wanted to have sex but I'm not doing that at all, I've never even kissed a boy before, daddy, I swear. Please don't be mad, I'm a good girl. But plus, you and mommy are divorcing. You don't live here anymore and I hate it. I don't like it at all. Plus, I'm really depressed. I'm lonely. It's like, I feel lonely in a room full of people. I'm always scared, daddy. I'm always scared to be alone. It's like everything is changing by the day and I don't like it." she cries. "You scared we gone leave you?" I ask. She nods her head.

I sit her up. "Look at me. I know I fucked up with your momma but I still love you. I would never leave you, period." I say. "You always ask mom if I'm even yours and that hurts my feelings. What if I'm not yours? Then what? I think you'll leave me and never talk to me again and it's not fair." she says, sobbing loud.

I bite my bottom lip. "I'm sorry, Reign. I only say that shit to piss your momma off. I know you mine. Not to gross you out but your mom had just got off her period the day before we had sex. We planned it all out. I wanted a daughter and talked her into it. We met up the day after her period ended and I went raw. We did it back to back for a couple of days, then she ended up pregnant. Trust me, I know you mine." I say.

"I hope." she mumbles, hugging me. "And about this boy. I ain't with that bullshit. I don't want you talking to no more lil niggas no time soon, aight? A lot of niggas ain't shit and I'm a prime example of that. When I feel like you ready for dating, get somebody who is the total opposite of me. Get a nigga who ain't trying to get in yo pants. Get somebody who willing to wait for you. Find a nigga that's smart, legal, and respectful to you. Don't get somebody who'll make mistakes I made. I want you to be better than me and your momma." I say.

She nods her head. I notice Jessica standing in the door watching us. "Here, Reign. Montana sent you this." she mumbles, handing her a jewelry box. She opens it then smiles at the crown shaped Pandora ring. "It's so pretty. I'll tell him thanks tomorrow." she says. Jessica nods her head then turns to walk out.

"I'll be back, Reign. Jessica, let me talk to you." I say, standing. I follow her out of Reign's room then up to ours. "Yes? You here to tell me you signed the papers?" she asks. I ignore her. "No. Why he keep buying my daughter gifts, Jessica? He a fucking pedophile or something? What is it, he caught feelings for a child? He always buying her expensive ass shit, what is it?" I ask her straight up.

She looks at me crazy. "Montana ain't no damn pedophile, are you crazy? He buys the kids shit almost every week. Don't ask me that crap." she says. Maybe, the pedophile thing was petty and too far but shit, I don't care. "Why he buying her shit, Jessica?" I ask. "He loves our kids, Ant. Why can't he buy them stuff? What's new? He's been buying them shit their whole lives, he spoils them. Why are you acting like this?" she asks. "I feel like he tryin' to buy my kids, straight up. He buying all that shit to try to get em to turn on me. Think, Jessica. He want you and he gone do any fuckin' thing that he thinks will win you over." I say.

She rolls her eyes. "He's been buying them stuff forever. Just stop it." she says. "Whatever, fuck it. We need to talk." I say. "What do you want, Ant?" she asks. "Look... everything I told you in the marriage counseling was real. I don't know what she told you but she fuckin' lied." I say. "You told that bitch we were in the process of divorce when you started fucking with her and that hurt my damn feelings so damn bad. You told her she was a breath of fresh air and one of the best things that ever happened to you. You were cheating, in a whole relationship with her. You didn't tell me all that! Then you laughed in her face, Ant!" she snaps. I look at her crazy. Ain't none of that true at all.

"Hell naw. I lie about a lot, but that ain't true. On my sister that ain't true. I told you the truth. I'm finna ask this bitch myself. You gave her what she wanted, you let her fuck up what we were trying to rebuild. She been wanting to be with me since she met me. She probably at home laughing at yo ass for falling for it. I could've sworn that hoe smiled to herself when you pulled them divorce papers out. Think, Jessica, damn. She knew I was married, I was hardly even fucking her, every time I hit her up was when I was mad at you or some shit, and I didn't laugh. I didn't even tell her shit, I just quit talking to her. I got every last message to prove it." I say, pulling my phone out. I go to the name Ronald McDonald in my phone which is really Maya, then hand it to Jessica.

"Really, Ant? Ronald McDonald?" Jessica asks. "Real shit, read the messages. That shit from the time I met her til now. As you see, she been blowing my phone up talkin' bout how we can be together. Read all the messages. You'll clearly see I didn't lie to you." I say.

She sits on our bed then starts silently reading. I step back, watching her. "What the fuck? She played the shit out my ass." she says, reading. "I ruined you and wifey, now you can be with me, lol." Jessica reads aloud. She literally sent that the night everything happened.

Jessica chuckles then hands my phone back to me. "Wow." she says. "See, I didn't lie to you, Jessica." I say. She shakes her head then silently takes her clothes off. She pulls her phone out. I watch as she calls somebody. "Hey, big cousin." her ratchet ass lil cousin LoLo says. "LoLo, you wanna ride?" she calmly asks. "Hell fuckin' yeah! I'm finna go get MiMi. What's good?" LoLo asks. Jessica laughs. "I'm about to come pick yall up." she says. "Bet." LoLo says, then hangs up.

I shake my head. Her lil twin cousins are twenty nine and they close as hell. They ratchet as a bitch. All of them handle shit together. "Mhmm. Bitch wanna play with me and shit." Jessica says, putting her hair in a ponytail. "Hell naw. You ain't doing shit cause you pregnant." I say. "Leave me alone." she says. I pull my phone out my pocket then call LoLo. "What, dirty dıck?" she asks.

"Shut up. Jessica ain't doing shit and that's final." I say. "You don't own my cousin." LoLo says. "Yeah, I kinda do. She ain't going, end of discussion." I say, then hang up. "Move!" Jessica snaps as I snatch her Timberlands out her hand. "Naw. You ain't going. Quit!" I demand. She rolls her eyes. "You get on my nerves." she mumbles.

"So, what we gone do? You gone try to work something out or you going through with the divorce?" I ask. "I'm going to bed." she says, taking her shirt back off. I watch as she turns the light off.

I walk out then go back to Reign's room. She's halway asleep. "Goodnight." I say, then kiss her forehead. "Night." she mumbles, then closes her eyes. I turn her lava lamp on, then turn the light off.

I walk back upstairs to my room. Jessica's in the bed staring at me. "What?" I ask, grabbing a blunt I already rolled out the drawer. Thank god she didn't throw my weed out. I grab my lighter. "You going back to Vonte's house?" she asks. "Of course considering the fact I got kicked out my house and handed divorce papers cause I was lied on." I sarcastically say, pulling my keys out my pocket.

She rolls her eyes at me. "Ant, it's late. Just get in the bed and go to sleep." she mumbles. "Bye, Jessica." I say, then walk out. She follows me then pulls me back in the room by my arm. "Come back. It's about to storm and it's really late. You don't need to be driving." she says. "Just admit you can't sleep at night without me." I say.
She may have feelings for Montana, but I'm the nigga she really fuck with. She know she can't get no sleep without me. "Just get in the bed." she mumbles.

I take my shoes and pants off then turn the lights off. I get in the bed, laying on my side. "You good?" I ask her as she rubs her stomach. "Yeah... it just hurts a little." she answers, wincing in pain. I pull her in my arms. "You wanna go to the hospital?" I ask, rubbing her stomach for her. "No. I'm fine. Go get me some water." she says. I get out the bed then walk down the stairs. I open the refrigerator then grab her a bottle of water. I walk back upstairs then give it to her. I watch as she drinks it. She drops the bottle, then grabs my hand then starts squeezing it while she cries. "What? What's wrong?" I ask, jumping up. "Take me to the hospital." she says. I get up then put my pants on. "Here." I say, handing her something to put on.

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