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"She want that old thing back. Things ain't the same, think we both seen that." - J. Cole

NOBLE

"Shit... lil bitch, hurry up and make me cum before my momma and daddy wake up." I mumble, shoving my dıck further into this girl's mouth. I don't even remember her name, I just know she's in my English class.

We're in the bathroom while she gives me head. It's almost one in the morning. I thought my parents were going on a date like they usually do. They normally go to a nice hotel and fuck all night thinking nobody knows, so I was shocked when they stayed in tonight. I only invited this hoe over because I didn't know they'd be here.

She gasps, then goes back to sucking. Somebody starts banging on the door. "Be quiet." I whisper, pulling out of her mouth. "Who is it?" I ask. "It's Majesty. Open the fucking door, I gotta take a piss." he yells. "Shut the hell up, this a mansion. It's hella bathrooms in this bitch, go pick another one." I say, growing annoyed.

He doesn't say anything. "Good." I mumble, putting myself back into her mouth. "Fuck!" I yell as the door flies off the hinges and damn near lands on me. "What the fuck?" I yell at my twin brother as he walks straight in as if he didn't just kick the door in. He pulls his pants down, then starts standing over the toilet, pissing as if nothing happened. "What? I told you I had to pee." he says, continuing to pee like I'm not standing here.

I don't even know what to say. If I fight him, I'll wake my parents up and get in trouble for it and for having this bitch here. Majesty looks at her as he pulls his pants up. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you standing there. I'm Majesty. What's your name?" he politely asks her. "My name is Assata." she answers. "Oh. Well, Assata if you don't get out I'm gone wake my momma up so she can assault ya. Bars, bitch!" he exclaims, laughing at his lame self while he washes his hands.

"Why yall so loud in here? Who the fuck are you?" Jessie sleepily asks Assata as he walks in here. He's seventeen, me and my twin are sixteen, and Reign is fifteen. KeKe recently turned twenty four too.

"Assata, Noble's girlfriend." she answers, smiling wide. "You done lost your ever loving mind in this bitch. You ain't my girl." I say, looking at her crazy. I actually have a girlfriend. I cheat all the time, but I'm young so what's the point in taking a relationship seriously? I probably won't even remember her by next year.

Jessie chuckles. "Well, yall niggas might wanna get rid of her and try to go wake up granddaddy Nathan to come help fix the door before daddy and momma find out." he says. "She's Ms. Jessica to you, not momma. I refuse to share my momma with you, you motherless child." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

I know it was mean, but if it was up to me, I'd be my momma's only child because I love her so much and I hate sharing her. I even hate sharing her with my daddy. I'm a proud momma's boy, I want my queen all to myself.

KeKe and Jessie call her momma but I hate it. I don't feel like they deserve it. Jessie blankly stares at me. "Yeah, whatever. Like I said, get rid of the mess before our momma and daddy wake up." he says, putting emphasis on momma. "Jessie... you know what, fuck you. Bitch, go home." I demand, pointing in Assata's face.

She looks at me crazy. "You told me you loved me so don't pretend cause your family in here." she says. "Niggas say anything to get some head and pussy, everybody know that. I didn't even know yo name til my brother asked, I was calling you lil bitch the whole time." I say, laughing.

She slaps the crap out of me. I look at her crazy, then slam her into the toilet by her neck, making her ass fall in it because Majesty left the toilet seat up. "Hoe, don't touch me. I bet you won't slap me no more. Try it, I dare you." I threaten. I don't play with these bitches. I got a strong ass pimp hand and I don't mind using it.

She stands. "You didn't have to do that." Majesty mumbles. "Shut up, walk the bitch out since you so concerned about her ol Meek Mill lookin' ass." I say.

"Fine, I will. That's why your dick be itching." he mumbles as he walks out with her ahead of him. I throw up my middle finger at him. I glance at Jessie. "The hell you lookin' at?" I snap, then walk out of the bathroom. I'm irritated, I didn't even get to bust a nut because of those two.

I run upstairs to where my parents' master bedroom is. I'm most likely about to push my father out of the bed then cuddle with my mommy like I usually do when I want attention from her.

I quietly open their room door. My eyes go wide as I watch my dad fuck the shit out of my momma. She has her legs around his neck, choking him with em while he roughly strokes in and out. "What's my name? I'm beating that pušsy up ain't it? What's my fuckin' name, Jessica?" he growls, going harder. "Oooooh, right there! Your name is daddy! Oh, Antasia, baby, right there!" she screams in pleasure. "Damn, bae. Why yo puśsy so good?" he asks, speeding up.

He leans down, and kisses her lips while he slowly strokes telling her how in love with her he is. My stomach starts turning. I turn around then throw up all over the floor and wall. They both jump, then stop. "Oh, gotdamnit Noble. We was play fighting. I won." my dad lies, then pretends to put her in some type of head lock. She awkwardly nods her head, then playfully punches him as if I'm slow. "Yeah, play wrestling." she says.

"I saw yall." I mumble, feeling myself about to cry. I'm trying to suck it up cause I hate crying cause I ain't no pušsy. I haven't cried since my nigga got shot four years ago. This shit got me feeling traumatized though.

I know they have sex, but damn. Plus, this is disgusting. Who the hell wants to see their dad blow their momma's back out?

"Well, shit, we married lil nigga and sex is a part of marriage. Next time you decide to pop up, knock on the door cause you gone mess around and see me and yo momma in action again and I'm sure that's not what you want." my dad calmly says.

"Noble... are your eyes watering?" my mom asks, wrapping the covers around her body. "No." I dryly answer, then walk away trying hard to not let these tears start falling.
Ain't this about a bitch?

ANT

"Go talk to him." Jessica mumbles, getting out the bed. I get up, then pick her up. I kiss her neck. "No, baby. He'll be okay, let's finish what we started." I say, getting ready to get this thing started back up.

She pushes me away. "No... I feel bad now." she mumbles. "Why, Jessica? You thirty six and I'm thirty seven. We grown as hell so why you letting a damn sixteen year old stop you from doing what grown folks do?" I ask. "Because, he's our son and he wasn't supposed to see that. Go see about him, Ant. I'm not even in the mood to fake moan for you right now anyways." she says.

My eyes widen. "Fake moan? What you mean?" I ask. "I don't feel like pretending like I'm enjoying myself when I'm mentally wishing you'd hurry up and nut so you can get off me. The sex ain't all that good, hasn't been good since I married you nine years ago." she answers.

I shake my head. "Why you tryin' me like this? What I do? You know it's good." I say. "It's really not. You don't even take time with my body. You never do the things I like, you just do all that wild shit. You don't even stroke right." she says, irritated.

I sigh. "Look... you didn't have to ruin my confidence like that." I say. "Well, you asked." she says with an attitude. I follow her into our large bathroom and watch as she runs a bubble bath in our jacuzzi tub. "So, you serious right now? You really be faking?" I ask. "Dead serious." she nonchalantly answers.

I sigh, then sit my phone down on the counter. "I guess we don't got shit to say to each other then, huh?" I ask. She shrugs her shoulders, then drops a purple and blue bath bomb into the jacuzzi tub, making the water change colors.

"Guess not." she says. I draw back then punch the tenth hole in the wall out of anger. "Damn, Jessica, why is everything a gotdamn issue with you? You act like I ain't good enough!" I snap. She rolls her eyes. "I didn't say all that. You are good to me and the kids. I just said I don't enjoy myself while we're in bed because you don't do what I like. And go ahead and call to get the wall fixed. You need to quit punching holes every time you don't like what I have to say. Grow up." she calmly says.

"Grow up? I am a grown ass man. You know what, fuck it mane." I say, then grab my phone and walk out of there before I end up hurting her feelings. That's my lady, my wife, and the love of my life for real and the last thing I wanna do is hurt her feelings on purpose with her soft ass.

I get dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, then put my Gucci flip flops on so I can head out before I end up into it with her.

I walk downstairs, then open up our fifteen year old daughter, Reign's bedroom. She's knocked out sleep with our youngest daughter, Antayla curled up underneath her arm. She just turned eight and she's in second grade.

I shake her a little bit. "LaLa, wake up." I say. We started calling her LaLa when she was a newborn because my dad said her name was too long so he gave her a nickname.

She opens her big brown eyes. "Daddy, what?" she asks, letting me pick her up. "I wanted to tell you I love you." I say. She smiles. "I love you too. Daddy, I'm sleepy." she says, yawning. "Can you lay me in you and mommy's bed?" she asks. I bite my bottom lip. "Mommy ain't feeling well. You can lay with me tomorrow." I say, laying her back down.

She nods her head, then lifts Reign's arm so she can get back under it. Reign is a heavy sleeper. That girl is still knocked out.

"I'm about to go to bed, goodnight." I say to LaLa . She waves, then closes her eyes. I walk out of there, then walk to Noble's room. His balcony door is open. I raise my eyebrow as the smell of weed immediately fills my nose. I open his closet, then grab one of his belts.

I walk out there and he's no doubt smoking out a bong. "What the fuck make you think you can just smoke that shit at my house I pay the bills in?" I calmly ask. He looks at me, laughing a little. His eyes are blood red and he can barely keep them open. He's swaying back and forth, mumbling and laughing. "Who are you? You Dr. Seuss? Ham and blue eggs, nigga." his words slur.

I draw back with the belt then start going to town on his ass. He ain't doing shit but laughing because he so high right now. But that's okay. Tomorrow morning before he goes to school, imma beat his ass again. I guarantee he'll feel it while he's sober.

I drag him back into his room, then throw him on the bed. "Go to sleep, now." I demand, then lock the balcony door. "What? Why... don't you wanna see me? Listen... Imma break in the Nike factory in Memphis and steal all the new shit. Feel me?" he asks. I draw back, then slap him in his neck with the belt. "Go to sleep! You lucky yo momma don't know you smoke weed, nigga!" I snap on him. He laughs, then closes his eyes.

That would hurt Jessica's feelings if she found out he smokes. She got him so spoiled. My son is a great actor on top of that. Around her, this nigga acts like an angel to stay on her good side, but away from her, he the total opposite. He such a momma's boy. He'd break down and cry somewhere if she cried over this shit.

I shake my head, then walk out of his room. I open Majesty's door up. "What you doing up, lil man?" I ask, taking me and Jessica's three year old son Amari out of Majesty's arms.

I'm honestly not nowhere near done with getting Jessica pregnant. I want a big ass family, something neither of us had growing up. Even though we have five kids together and I have seven in all, I still want more. Jessica's pussy is still wet, fresh, and tight as hell plus she still to this day keeps her body right so I'll keep on reproducing with her.

"My tummy hurt." Amari mumbles, laying his head on my neck. He can talk good for a three year old, but he can't just hold a complete conversation just yet. He can talk enough for me to understand how he feels. I lay him down then start rubbing and blowing on his stomach, making him laugh hard. "Dada, stop." he exclaims, laughing his ass off.

I chuckle then pick my son back up. He wraps his legs around my stomach. "Mommy." he says, pointing at the portrait of Jessica on my chest that he can see a little through my tank top. "Yeah, that's mommy." I say. He starts clapping and laughing. "Her pretty." he says, then puts his thumb in his mouth. I pull his thumb out his mouth. "Your fingers got germs, lil man. Ewwwww." I say. "Ewwwwww." he copies me, shaking his head, trying to copy my facial expression. I laugh. I love my kids so damn much.

I look at Majesty. "You cool with your baby brother sleepin' with you or do you want me to go put him in the bed with your momma?" I ask. "I wanna stay here." Amari pouts, pointing at Majesty. Majesty opens his arms for his brother. I put Amari in his arms. "Goodnight." I say, watching Majesty take his shirt off. "I want mine off too." Amari says, smiling. Majesty takes Amari's little tee shirt off, making him clap his hands cause he's happy.

"How old are you, Mari?" I ask. "One, two, three. I'm three, daddy." he answers, smiling wide. I chuckle. "Goodnight, sons. I love yall." I say. "Love you too." Majesty says, wrapping his arm around Amari. Amari yawns, then balls up against his big brother. "Night." he mumbles.

I turn the light off, then walk out of there. I go open Jessie's door. He's on his stomach in the bed texting. "Who you talking to?" I ask, sitting on the bed. "Mane, daddy, my ex. She acting real dumb, blowing my phone up cause she saw me chillin' with this girl I'm talkin' to." he says. I take the phone from him then start reading the messages. "Mane... if Jessica knew you had a girlfriend who's now your crazy ex, she would act a fool." I say, shaking my head. "Yeah, I know. Why is momma so crazy?" he asks.

I chuckle. He knows she ain't his real mom, but she's the only mother he ever knew so he treats her like she is. "Cause of me." I answer, shrugging my shoulders. "What you do to her?" he asks, laughing. "All types of crazy shit. I accidentally slapped the hell out of her when we were younger, I choked her in her bathroom when I met her, shit, I even shot her, trying to kill her the first day I met her. I played with her emotions, got her pregnant on purpose and shit. Mane, I did some crazy shit back in the day." I say, laughing. His eyes widen. "Why is she still with you?" he asks, making me laugh. "Because I'm a changed man and the dıck too good for her to let go." I answer, making him laugh.

"No offense but I was cleaning Noble's throw up off the floor when I heard yall arguing and she said she fake moans." he says. I narrow my eyes at him. "Goodnight." I say, standing. He starts dying laughing as I walk out of his room.

I made sure I checked on all my kids like I try to do every night, so now I'm about to head out. It's going on two in the morning. I should be back home by four at the latest.

I walk out of our mansion, then unlock the doors to my matte blue audi Jessica got me for my birthday this year. I get in, then pull out of our driveway.

-

I just got to my side bitch Malika's house. She a cute ass brown skinned woman. She twenty nine, no kids, flat stomach, normal sized titties, and a fat ass with some fire pūssy and decent head. I know it's wrong because I'm married but shit, I don't care. When I met Malika, I swear I wasn't trying to cheat. We ended up fucking and we haven't stopped since.

Jessica is the love of my life but I can't pretend like everything is all good between us because it's not. I love her and I wouldn't ever leave her for another woman but she lacking. She still got the best head and sex I've ever had but she don't appreciate what I do for her. I take good care of her and my kids because that's what a man is supposed to do but she don't care. All she do is try to argue or tear me down. She obviously ain't happy and I really don't know why. So, the only reason I'm messing around with a few different bitches is because all of them bring something different to the table. They show me the attention my wife used to show me but won't show me anymore.

I get my key, then unlock the front door. I walk in then lock it behind me. I walk to her kitchen where's she's standing in her bra and boy shorts, washing dishes. "Wifey acting up?" she asks. I don't say anything as I take my wedding ring off. I put it in my pocket then pull her to me by her waist.

"Why you worried about her?" I ask. "When will you leave her and get with me? She's ungrateful, babe." she says, then kisses me on my neck. "I don't know." I answer, walking to her bedroom.

"You know what I'm here for." I say. She smiles, then pulls my sweats and boxers down. She smiles then kisses the head of my dıck. "Wifey don't even give you head, huh?" she asks, then takes me in her mouth. I push her head down. Jessica can suck the shit out of my dıck and have me moaning like a bitch but she won't do it as much as she used to.

I bite my bottom lip, enjoying the feeling while I imagine this being Jessica. My phone starts ringing for the tenth time since I left. I look and the screen no doubt says Wifey meaning it's Jessica again. I ignore it. She starts blowing me up with texts asking where I went.

"Turn it off so I can make you feel good." Malika moans, then goes back to sucking and slurping. I stop her then lay her on the bed. I get a condom out my pants pocket then put it on. "On your knees, arch your back." I demand. She does as told. This is one of the main positions I fuck hoes in. I don't want to look them in the eyes because they'll be all in love and I'll start feeling guilty cause she ain't my wife.

I slip into her wet puşsy then bite my lip while I stroke. "This dıck so good." she screams in pleasure, throwing it back for me. I go deeper than I was before, getting lost in pleasure while she screams and moans, giving me even more confidence and motivation.

"Oooooh, baby." she moans, trying to run while she cůms. I snatch her back to me then continue. I pull out then nut in the condom.

We stare at each other, sweaty and naked. She looks at my chest. "I hate that tattoo. She don't deserve you, I do." Malika says, getting emotional. "That's my wife, Malika. She might not do the things she used to do but I'm still in love and we got too much history and too many kids together for us to throw it away. I been knowing her since I was seventeen, mane, that's my baby. Look, Malika, think about my kids. I can't leave her for you. How you think that'll make em feel?" I ask as she cries.

"I'm sorry. I'm just in love with you and I can't have you. I do the shit a wife should do for you but every night I cry because I know that's who you're going home to and you don't deserve to be treated like a piece of shit." she says.

I sigh. "Come here." I say, pulling her in my arms. She lays on my chest, then starts kissing me on my neck. I lay back, allowing her to kiss all over my body. I already have hickeys some of everywhere from Jessica, including one on my dıck, so it ain't like she'll notice these.

"I marked my territory." Malika says, smirking. I sit up then check my phone. "Damn, my wife blew me up." I say. "So?" she asks. "I need to take a shower. Come get in with me." I say. She smiles then follows me to the bathroom.

I take the condom off then flush it down the toilet. She turns the shower on. Both of us get in. She watches as I wash myself. I took a quick shower just so I won't go home smelling like another woman.

"I got a question. Did you fuck her before you came over here? Because you nutted quicker than usual." Malika says. "What I do in my house is my business, ma." I answer, putting my Gucci flip flops back on.

"See you later." I say. "That quick? Why can't you stay?" she whines. "I've been here for two hours and it's four something. I gotta go home. My wife blowing my phone up." I say. She sighs then grabs my phone. "Get out my shit." I demand. She ignores me then spreads her legs and takes pictures of her naked body in it. I laugh a little. "Really? You gone fill my shit up with nudes?" I ask. She giggles. "Duh, just so you can see what you missing." she says handing it back to me.

I ignore her comment then stand. She tries to hug me. "Get the fuck off me." I say, walking to the front door. I walk out her house then get in my car.

I stop at Walmart. I'm about to go buy some random shit so I can lie like this is where I was when Jessica asks. I get out the car then walk in the store. I get a basket, then go get two cases of Gatorade since Reign and the twins run track. I get some sour gummy worms for Jessica, two gallons of milk, some cereal for Amari and LaLa, apple sauce, five packs of Oreos, cheese hotpockets, five bags of pizza rolls, and three boxes of fruit snacks for my youngest kids. We got a big ass family, this is how we gotta shop.

I push my basket to the register then start putting my stuff up there for the lady to scan. "Hey." the cashier says, blushing at me. I'm a fine ass nigga, I'm used to women acting like this when they see me.

"Wassup?" I ask, waiting on my total. "Working. Is your name Ant?" she asks. "You right." I answer. She gasps. "Aren't you KeKe Mitchell's father?" she asks. "Yeah, why?" I ask. "Oh my God! I saw your picture on his Instagram, I'm a big fan!" she exclaims. KeKe is into art and shit and my son makes good money and has a lot of fans because his work is unique.

I smile. "Appreciate it." I say. She blushes. "Have a good night." she says as I finish putting my bags in the basket. "You do the same." I say, then walk away.

-

I just finished putting all the groceries away. I walk up the stairs to my room. Jessica's sitting in the center of our bed high as hell. I can tell she went outside and smoked some of my weed. The only time she smokes is when she's depressed or mad so I know I'm in trouble. She even got Melanie Fiona's song, 4AM playing extra loud, so I know it's going down.

I watch as she grabs her glass of Vodka off the nightstand. My eyes widen. She only drinks that shit straight when she ready to act a fool on somebody.

"Where you been at?" she calmly asks.
I don't say anything. I'm too nervous right now. She throws the whole glass on me, getting vodka and glass everywhere. "Silence is not an answer!" she growls at me, standing up.

She's huffing and puffing. I can tell she mad as hell. "Where were you?" she yells. "Walmart. See." I say, handing her my receipt. She balls it up and throws it at me. "Mothafucka, you mean to tell me you been at fucking Walmart for almost three damn hours? It ain't that far from here and you didn't buy that much shit so try again!" she snaps. "Get out my face, Jessica. I told you I was at Walmart and imma leave it at that. I ain't cheating on yo ass." I lie. "Mhmm, I didn't say shit about cheating. So, why you bring it up?" she snaps, getting all in my face.

"Chill out. I'm not lying to you, I'm not fucking another bitch, and I wasn't with no bitches. I was at the store grocery shopping, aight? Quit accusing me. You acting so stupid, childish, and insecure and it's getting on my nerves cause I'm loyal to you!" I snap on her, walking up on her until her back hits the wall.

She pushes me. "No! I'm so sick of you, Ant! All those mothafuckin hickeys on your body, I didn't put a hickey on your arm, nigga so did Walmart put it there?" she sarcastically asks. I mentally curse myself for not catching on to why Malika was kissing on my arm. She wanted my wife to see it.

I look at it. "That's not even no hickey. Amari bit me before I left, on everything." I lie. Amari did bite me on accident, not on my arm, but I can still get away with it becauee thankfully, it actually does look like a bite and not a hickey.

She narrows her eyes. "You really about to put my three year old baby in this shit? Where the hell were you, Antasia?" she screams, pulling at her hair out of anger.

"Stop pulling yo hair before yo ass be bald. I told you I was at Walmart and this a fucking bite mark. Quit assuming. I'm not cheating. I never have and I never will cause I love you so much." I lie. The only truth was I love her.

She glares at me. "Naw, nigga." she says. "Goodnight." I say, annoyed. I take my clothes off then get in the bed. She snatches the covers and sheets off. "Don't good night me, nigga, I ain't finish talking!" she yells. My eyes trail down to her titties as they jiggle in her purple tank top every time she moves because she don't have a bra on.

She slaps me. "My face is up here! Where were you?" she yells. "What else you want me to say? I was at the store!" I yell back, getting pissed off cause she slapped me hard as a bitch.

"Let me see your phone, now!" she demands. "Pay my bill then you can see it." I say. "Give it!" she yells. I hand her my phone. I put all those pictures in my hidden vault anyway. She presses the power button then snaps and starts beating the shit out of me. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yell at her, trying to hold her back. "Why the fuck is a fucking pusšy your wallpaper? Who's is it? It definitely ain't mine with that big ass hole and all those mothafuckin' lil hairs and shit on it!" she yells at me.

"Mane, Vonte play too much. He did that shit and I forgot to change it back." I lie. I'm about to hurt Malika for that shit. I didn't even see it until now. She made her vagına my wallpaper. She throws my phone across the room.

I wrap my arms around her. "Move." she demands. "Stop." I demand, then kiss all over her neck. She calms down a little while I hold her, kissing on her body. "I'm not cheating. On my life." I lie, staring in her eyes. She blinks out tears. "Where were you? That's all I wanna know?" she asks. "On everything, I was at Walmart and I stopped by Vonte's house but he went to sleep so I drove all the way back home. Do you believe me? Trust me, Jessica." I say, staring in her eyes. I deserve a damn Grammy for this good ass performance.

I know it's wrong but I'll lie my ass off some more before I let her leave me. She nods her head. "I believe you." she mumbles, getting off of me. "Sorry for over reacting. I'm just stupid and childish, I guess." she pouts, crying a little. "I'm sorry, Ant. I know I'm not a good wife." she says, shaking her head. "Here I am accusing you when all you were doing was grocery shopping and visiting your brother. I'm so fucking dumb." she sobs.

I feel guilty as hell now because I sent her on a guilt trip. "Baby, quit crying. It's okay. I'm not mad." I say, hugging her tight. She stops crying then pulls away. I watch as she pulls my sweats and boxers down. She puts her hair in a ponytail then gets down, then she stops. "What's wrong?" I ask, getting extra horny because Jessica's head is the best. She reaches under her pillow then pulls a machete from underneath it, making my eyes widen in fear as she puts it at the tip of my dıck. "What the fuck are you doing?" I panic. "Let me tell you something, nigga. If I find out you were up to no good, Antasia Janelle Mitchell, believe me when I tell you, it's gone be hell to pay around this bitch." she says, staring in my eyes with a wild look in hers.

My eyes widen as she puts the machete away. "But I believe you this time." she says, then kisses my lips. "Sorry for tripping on you." she adds, then lays down on top of me, smiling to herself. I have never been so scared and confused a day in my life but I'm glad I got away with it this time. I gotta be more careful.

She sits up then pulls her panties down. She massages her clıt then positions my dıck between her legs. I grip her ass while she rides me. "I'm so sorry, baby." she moans, staring in my eyes. I'm in way too much pleasure to even talk.

I reach up then pull her down for a kiss. She sits back up and continues to work her body on mine. She grabs my hands, grinding in a circular motion, instantly getting a moan out of me that I tried to hide. She abruptly stops then punches me hard as hell in my lip. I throw her across the room. "Why the fuck you bust my lip?" I snap on her. "Where is your wedding ring?" she screams, making my heart stop for a second.

I look at my hand. "I probably left it at Vonte's house, Jessica, damn." I lie, watching her put her clothes back on. "Naw." she says, grabbing her phone. "Imma call him." she adds. My heart starts beating fast as her phone rings on speaker phone.

He answers on the third ring. "Wassup, wife? You finally realized my brother a bitch and you want me?" Vonte jokes.

"Not in the mood, Vonte. You better not lie. Was Ant over your house and did he leave his wedding ring there?" she asks. I pray he catches on. "Of course, wifey. Where else would he be? Lil bruh love you. And yeah, he left it over here on the coffee table, I was gone hit him up later and tell him." Vonte lies.

I thank God my brother had my back. "You feel stupid?" I ask, smirking. She rolls her eyes. "Now you owe him some head and sex for accusing him. He ain't ever messed around, Jessica." Vonte adds. "Okay, sorry to bother you." she mumbles, then hangs the phone up.

She doesn't say anything as she stares at me. "So, can I get some love now?" I ask, opening my arms for a hug. Her phone alarm starts going off. "Well, it's five now and I have to go cook breakfast and get our kids ready for school like a real woman does." she says, putting her robe on. I watch as she puts her house shoes on. "She ain't got nothing on me." she sings to herself as she walks out the room.

I lay down on the bed thinking about everything. I can't believe I almost got caught. My phone starts ringing. It's Vonte, like I expected. I answer it. "Wassup?" I ask. "She in the room or she getting the kids ready, yes or no?" he asks. "She ain't in here. Wassup?" I ask. "Nigga, are you serious? When she find out I lied, you better tell her I didn't know. Ant, you did all that shit to get her and you constantly cheating. You should've just let Montana have her ass instead of putting her through hell!" he goes off. I hang up in his face. I don't wanna hear that. Fuck Montana.

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