KAREEM IN THE MEDIA 👀💦😂

"Please don't do this to me. I'm losing, I'm losing my sleep. Without you it'd be hard to smile like crackheads losing their teeth." - Kevin Gates

JESSICA

"Goodmorning to you too." Ant sarcastically  says as I walk into the kitchen. I look over at him. He's sitting at the table in his pajamas scrolling through his phone. "I didn't know I was obligated to say goodmorning." I say. "What the fuck is up with this attitude you got all of a sudden? Chill." he says.

I roll my eyes at him. "The kids are gone with KeKe and Dream and Tae are still with Montana. I'm about to go eat breakfast with a friend so you on your own." I say. "Who you going to breakfast with? I was hoping you'd let me take you on a lil romantic breakfast date at the beach." he says, smiling a little. I start laughing. "I'm good. I don't trust you. You ain't gone do nothing but look me in my eyes and pour your heart out to me then get in the next female face and smash her soon as you meet her so it's no point." I tell him.

he face palms himself. "What I gotta do to show you I'm down for you and us?" he asks. "I've been fucking with you since I was almost seventeen and you haven't changed. I just accepted the fact that you'll always be the same Ant. I'm done putting my trust in you because you always make me regret trying to work it out. You preach all the crap about how you done with other women then as soon as a thick bitch walk by you, your dick gets hard, then you bend the bitch over no matter where you at. I'm through dealing with that. You know everything I said is true."I say.

"What now? You finna fuck with Montana ain't you?" he asks. "No. I don't want no more drama. I'm gonna co parent with both of yall and move forward with my life." I answer. "Hell naw, Jessica. You not moving past me. Give me one more try." I say. "You know how many chances I gave you? Your last one was used up when you put your dick in my son's teacher." I say, disgusted by him.

"I ain't giving up. I get it,  you mad and wanna run around with a new nigga but he ain't gone ever be me." he says. I grin. "My next will be my last and you right, he ain't gone ever be you. He gone be better than you." I say, watching his facial expression change.

"You would be breaking shit and swinging if I would've said some shit like that about another woman." he says. "I no longer have energy or a desire to fight over you or for you. If you wanna continue to have sex with any and everybody like niggas ain't dying from AIDS everyday, go right ahead. Just know you ain't giving me that shit so I'm through. I got kids to live for. I refuse to fuck around and stress myself to the point I need to be in the hospital or fuck around and catch a disease cause my nigga a hoe. Imma just let you do you." I tell him.

"Think about the kids, mane. We got too many kids involved to end." he says. "You don't think about our kids having both parents together because if you did,  you would've stayed faithful and you would've kept it real and loved me the right way. But you didn't. So don't try to pull the kids into this thinking it's gonna make me change my mind. That shit so dead. I used to feel guilty and come running back because I didn't want my kids to grow up without two parents at home like I did but now I realized that's just some shit you say to manipulate me cause you know it makes me come back. It ain't working this time. Jessie and KeKe are grown, the twins seventeen, and Reign sixteen. Amari and LaLa are too young to care and Tae and Dream aren't yours. You can see LaLa and Amari when you want once I move out and you can see the twins and Reign whenever they want to see you." I say.

"You being selfish. Why rip my kids out my life?" he asks. "I'm not moving out the country. I'm moving out your mansion eventually." I say. I watch as he puts his face in his hands while shaking his head side to side. "You brought this on yourself. I can get another man of any status to be honest so I don't know why I wasted so much time on you. I could've been with a new man that's faithful by now instead of having this conversation with you." I tell him straight up.

"I really lost you this time didn't I?" he calmly asks. "Yeah. I'm sorry but you did. I promised myself that I wouldn't go back if you messed up again. It's a wrap." I say. I notice his eyes watering.  He stands up. "Hell naw. I ain't believing that. You just talking cause you mad right now." he says. "Ant, don't start crying and begging. Don't get me wrong, I love you so much but I love myself more and I'm done. If I was the one doing you how you do me, you would've left me a long time ago." I say.

"You leaving me for that Kareem nigga ain't it?" he asks. "No. I'm leaving you for me. It's too soon for me to be loving another man because I know I'm not over you and it'll only bring drama like it did with Montana and I learned from that. Kareem and I are friends." I answer.

"Y'all looked like more than some friends. The nigga was all in your face and you was looking at him how you used to look at me and y'all was sitting there looking like the power couple of the year." he dryly says. "Okay, I didn't plan on going to the ball. I was in the mall with Torren one day and Kareem saw me with him. Torren said Kareem approached him and invited him and told him to bring me with him. That's how I ended up going and meeting Kareem in the first place. I had seen him a few times but I never talked to him until then. It was his ball." I explain.

"So that nigga invited me on purpose if it was his ball. He a bitch. He was trying to make me see it." Ant says. "No he didn't. He didn't even know me when he made the list. Quit assuming every nigga is drama filled. Kareem ain't messy." I say.

"Whatever. Go on your lil stupid ass breakfast while I sit at home missing you." he says with an attitude. "Ant, whatever." I say. He grins then pulls his pajama pants and underwear down. "You down for some kitchen sex? Can I drop this load off in you? Naw, matter fact, let me give you some breakfast dick." he says, smiling wide.

I grab the butcher knife off the counter then put it to his dick. "If you don't get that knife off my dick I'll stab you in your face." he threatens. "Put your dick back in your pants." I demand, then sit the knife down on the counter. He steps away. "I ain't hit it in the kitchen in so long. I know you want to. Let me at least slap yo clit with the dick? Can I put some of the tip in there?" he asks.

"Hell naw, Ant. Quit acting like a horny teenager." I demand. "The kids ain't home. Come on,  this one of the rare times that we got the house to our self. Let's get it on the table." he suggests. We used to fuck some of everywhere to keep our sex life spiced up. But now I'm the furthest thing from interested. "The shop is closed. You ain't getting none and neither is nobody else. Ant, I will see you after I finish doing what I have to do today." I say.

"Jessica, come on... at least just come eat breakfast on the beach with me." he says. "No. I'll see you when I get back." I say, then walk out the kitchen with him following. He follows me out the house then locks the door. "What the hell are you doing?" I ask as he follows me to my car in his pajamas and childish ass Star Wars house shoes. "I'm going to breakfast with you. What it look like?" he asks, getting in my car.

"Oh hell naw. Get out!" I snap on him. "I like my bitches thugged out. On the couch makin' love in a drug house. I like my bitches thugged out. Only one who know just what a thug bout. Baby, I just like my women thuuuuuuuugged out! I like my bitches thugged out. " he raps Kevin Gates song, pulling me closer by my wrist  as it plays in my car. I narrow my eyes at him then snatch away. "Yeah, she official. Thuggin' to the griscle. Big Chanel bag for the racks and the pistol. Riding for a nigga, Jessica ain't ever trippin'." he raps, purposely adding my name in while laughing.

"Ant shut up. Quit playing dude, get out my car so I can go." I snap on him. He ignores me then skips the song to Kevin Gates' song Sit Down. I narrow my eyes as he raps the first part of the song. He looks up. "Ride around the bottom with the tint down. I'm a shooter, got a pistol with the dick out." he raps along, thumbing through a stack of hundreds and dancing like he at a strip club.

"You so annoying, Antasia. Please get out my car and count your money and shit in the house." I say. "Naw, babygirl." he says, turning the music up louder. "Ant, why you being so irritating? Get out my car! Stop playing!" I yell. This nigga sat his ass in the driver's seat before I could. "Naw. Get in." he says, changing the song to Wassup With It.

I sigh. "You know what, imma just tell Torren to drop me off where I need to go because you won't get out my fucking car when you know I got plans today you irritating man hoe!" I yell at him. He starts laughing. "You could love or love me not, I ain't ever changing. Can't be something that I'm not, I ain't ever changing." he sings along.

I sigh. "Ant, why you doing this? Let me live my life." I say. "I just wanna spend some time with you without getting brushed off." he says. "Okay you could've done that but you decided  to mess shit up. I don't care what you say dude get the hell out my car." I demand. "No. You act like it's gone kill you to go eat breakfast on the beach with a nigga." he says. "You act like it's gone kill you to understand I already got plans." I say.

He shakes his head then gets out my car. "I ought to bust yo fuckin' window." he dryly says. "Get your ugly ass back in the house." I say. I watch him pick up a rock. "Nigga, if you throw that shit at my window I will burn your fucking house down." I threaten. he lightly throws the rock at me then takes off running to the house as I chase him.

"Stupid ass nigga! Throw something else!" I yell at him, tackling him into the grass. He starts laughing as I wrestle with him and swing at his face. He grabs my arms then flips me over to where he on top of me. He kisses my lips. "Damn, we ain't did it outside in a while. Let's go." he says, then kisses my shoulder.

I knee him in his dick. He jumps up groaning and holding himself. "What the hell?" he snaps at me as I run to my car. I throw my middle finger up at him then pull out the driveway before he can try to snatch the door open or something. Ant crazy ass would've jumped on top of the car or something.

Now I'm at the Rooftop Grill walking to the table Kareem is sitting at. "Hey, sorry  I'm late." I say. He stands up then hugs me. "It's all good. I thought you stood me up for a minute." he admits. I shake my head no. He pulls my chair out for me. I sit down then look at him as his sits in his chair.

"This place is beautiful." I compliment as I look around. "Yeah. It's my first time coming here. I usually eat something from Waffle House in the morning." he says. "Why you choose this place today then?" I ask. He grins a little. "What do I look like taking you on a breakfast date to Waffle House?" he asks. "I would've enjoyed it." I tell him, laughing.

He smiles. "Let me see your grill." I say. He opens his mouth. "That's nice." I compliment him. "Thank you. I got a question. You in a relationship, babygirl? Yo nigga came at me wrong at my own shit and I don't rock like that." he says. "I apologize for that but no I'm not in a relationship." I answer. "He's my ex husband and my kids' dad." I add.

He nods his head. "I ain't tryin' to have no drama, Jessica. I let that shit slide but I'm telling you now, I don't play them games so control that nigga." he says. "Chill out, Kareem. We just met." I say. "I plan on kicking it with you more often and I don't need your old man popping up or being in my business." he tells me. I nod my head.

"You got any kids?" I ask him. "Yes. I got a daughter and a son." he answers. "How old are they?" I ask. "My daughter fourteen and my son is seventeen. No, I'm not with neither of their mothers." he says. "What's your relationship with their moms?" I ask. "I used to just mess around with my son's momma and that happened even though I didn't plan on having a child with her cause I didn't even look at her as somebody I loved to be honest. She was just pussy to me. And I dated my daughter's momma for a few months, we broke up when she got pregnant, then she got married and shit. What about you?" he asks.

"Well I have a set of twins who are seventeen, a daughter and she's sixteen, I have a little girl who recently turned nine, and I have a little boy who turned four not too long ago. They're by my ex husband. I have a ten year old son and a five month old daughter by my ex. I also  have a twenty five year old and an eighteen year old son. Those two aren't biologically mine but I'm their mom if that makes sense." I say.

I'm waiting on him to say some crazy shit like niggas usually do when they find out how many kids I have. "So you got seven biological kids?" he  asks. I slowly nod my head yes. "That's a problem?" I ask. "Naw, why would that be an issue?" he asks. "You didn't say anything and people usually make crazy comments about how many kids I have." I admit.

He starts laughing. "That shit don't bother me. You don't look like you got that many kids though. You really don't look like you have any kids. You look good." he compliments me. "People say that a lot." I say, laughing. "For real though, if a nigga want a woman, he supposed to want the kids too cause the kids came from the woman, period. That's how I look at it." he tells me.

I smirk at little. I don't know why but my pussy started throbbing after he said that. Kareem is fine to me. He's light skinned, he has a beard, pink lips, and dark eyes that are sexy to me. He also has straight white teeth with a grill on his bottom teeth and he's covered in tattoos. He's tall and buff as well. I like that shit.

"What you looking at me like that for?" he asks. "I was looking at your tattooos." I lie. He chuckles. "You said you and your ex got a five month old baby. Y'all still dealing with each other?" he asks. "Not anymore. That's a complicated situation I'd rather not talk about." I answer.

He nods his head. "You got an accent. Where you from?" I ask. "Colombia." he answers, shocking me a little. "Dang you aren't American. I'm shocked." I admit. He starts laughing. "No, I'm not from America. What's shocking?" he asks. "I don't know. I just didn't think you'd be from Colombia of all places in the world." I admit. "Nobody ever believe it." he says. "It's just shocking. You have an odd accent so I can believe it." I say.

He nods his head. "How did you end up living in America?" I ask. "I moved to America when I was sixteen. I'm thirty eight now. But my father is Colombian, my momma is Jamaican. My momma lived in America since she was a little girl. My father was in California for business when they met. That's when I came about. I lived in Colombia until I was sixteen cause that's when my parents separated. When they separated, my momma moved back to California and made me come with her." he answers. "I bet that was so weird coming from a different country to here." I say.

"It was hard to adjust to. I'd been in America a few times before to visit my momma's family but I never stayed too long. Everything was weird to me at first. Everybody said I had a thick Spanish accent and they couldn't really understand what I was saying." he says. "I mainly spoke in Spanish when I lived in Colombia. I wasn't as fluent in English when I moved here. I am now, but I wasn't then. Everybody thought I was just black or some shit at the time so they automatically assumed I was stupid cause of my broken English." he adds.

"That's interesting." I say. "You from Cali?" he asks. "Yeah I am." I answer. "What was growing up like for you?" he asks. "Well I was adopted by a man who molested me then put back in the system. Then I was adopted by people who started doing drugs and abusing me. My foster dad raped me later in life. So, yeah, growing up was hard for me." I answer. "Damn, sorry to hear that." he says. "It's cool. What was it like for you?" I ask. "I didn't have a normal childhood. I was born into a cartel to be honest. I was locked up a lot as a child. I'd rather not talk too much about my childhood." he answers, clenching his jaw a little.

I nod my head, understanding. Just by looking at him I can tell he's been through a lot. My phone starts ringing. I ignore Montana's call then look at Kareem as the waitress approaches us.

We both ordered our breakfast. "What you do for a living?" he asks me. "I do stocks. You?" I ask. He grins then sits back in his chair. "I'm a business man." he answers. "What kind?" I ask. I pretty much already know. "I was born into a cartel, babygirl. You do the math. Damn, I'm telling you shit I never discuss with nobody. What if you the feds?" he jokingly asks.

I laugh. "Trust me, I ain't the police." I say. "I'm in the drug business. Here's your opportunity to leave if you ain't into guys who do what I do or you can stay if you cool with it." he says. I start thinking about it. Both of my baby daddies are in the drug business. They're both high ranked in it at that and I can tell Kareem doing it big. Something about him is telling me this nigga is with the shit.

"To be honest with you, I don't know if this is a good idea. Let's be real, you knew exactly who my ex husband was when he walked up to us last night." I say. "Yeah, I knew a little about him but I didn't know the status of yall relationship. To be real, I didn't even know you were with the nigga. At least he kept you separate from the drug world cause shit get real. But  my dad and his dad go way back." he says.

"And my baby daddy is drug related too. I don't know about this, Kareem." I admit. "I ain't worried about the next nigga, I'm not interested in doing business with them. I'm doing my own thing and they doing theirs and I respect that. I ain't here to step on nobody toes." he says.

"We need to keep everything friendly because I don't want no one getting hurt." I say. "Hurt? I just said I ain't here to step on nobody toes." he says. "Let's just take it slow." I say, ignoring Montana's call.

I face palm myself as Montana rushes over to my table with Tae and Dream. "Look, an emergency came up and you gone have to get the kids. I gotta go." he says, handing me Dream.

"Are you serious right now?" I ask him. He looks over at Kareem. "Who the hell is this?" he asks me. "Kareem. Who the hell is you?" Kareem asks him, standing up. Montana looks him up and down. "What you and him discussing?" Montana asks me. "Don't ever worry about another nigga business. What I discuss with her is not your concern." Kareem calmly says.

"Stop, dang." I demand. Montana starts laughing then kisses me on my cheek. "I'll pick the kids up later. I got a flight." he whispers in my ear. I watch in silence and irritation as he kisses Dream on her forehead then hugs Tae. He makes eye contact with Kareem then leaves.

"You sure you ain't dealing with these niggas?" Kareem asks. "Yes." I say, holding Dream as she sleeps. I feel like Montana brought these kids here cause he knew I was with a nigga. I gotta have a talk with him about the stunt he just pulled. That was not cool.

"Who is this?" Tae asks, sitting in a chair next to me. "This is my friend Kareem. Kareem, this Tae." I introduce the two of them. Tae extends his hand. Kareem shakes his hand. "Nice to meet you." Kareem says. "You too. Now, what are your plans with my momma?" he asks Kareem.

"Tae, stay in a child's place." I demand. "No, it's cool. Lil man, I'm your momma's friend, that's it." Kareem answers. "Are you a virgin? That means you never did the deed before." Tae says. My eyes widen. "Tae shut up." I demand. Kareem chuckles a little. "No, Lil man, I am not a virgin." Kareem awkwardly answers. "Nope. My mommy next boyfriend gotta be a virgin." Tae says.

"I am whooping your ass when we leave." I whisper in Tae's ear, pinching his thigh. He starts whining, trying to get me to stop pinching him. "Now sit here and shut up." I demand. Kareem awkwardly stares at me. "I'm sorry Kareem. Something came up in my baby daddy's life and I need to take the kids home. I'll see you later." I say, standing. He slowly nods his head. We didn't even get a chance to eat our food but it's way too awkward for me right now. "It's all good. We can always have dinner. I'll be out of town for a couple of days but I'll take you somewhere when I get back." he says. I nod my head.

"Again,  I'm so sorry." I say. He pulls his wallet out then lays two hundred dollars on the table for the bill and a nice tip. "Give me a dollar since I gotta get a whooping." Tae mumbles. Kareem laughs a little then hands Tae a twenty dollar bill. I shake my head at Tae. "My daddy gives me more." he says. "Bye Kareem." I say, grabbing Dream's diaper bag. I cannot wait to get to the house to beat this boy ass.

NOBLE

My momma just came home with Dream and Tae. She hands me the baby then sits the diaper bag down. "Ant, give me your belt." she says to my dad as he sits at the table being a corny ass nigga reading about how to get a woman back or some shit.

"Why?" he asks, taking it off. "Tae showed his ass today. Montana was talking about an emergency and brought Tae and Dream where I was and Tae decided to say stuff he shouldn't have to Kareem." my mom answers. One thing about Tae is he ain't holding his tongue for nobody. He'll say what he want then be ready for the consequences.

"I didn't say nothing bad. I asked if he was a virgin and I asked what his plans with my momma were. What's wrong with that?" Tae asks. "Bend over. Imma show you what's wrong with it." she answers, popping the belt.

I burst into laughter as she whoops him. Dream starts laughing because I'm laughing. "I'm finna go somewhere." I say to my dad. "No you not. We having family day. Tell everybody come downstairs." he says. I sigh. Every time we have family day, something pops off and I'm not in the mood to be fighting and arguing today.

I had plans to go apologize to Miracle again today. Every time I got something to do they wanna come with some shit. I walk down to the theater room where LaLa is watching Finding Nemo with Amari sitting in her lap. His eyes light up. "Baby." he mumbles, trying to get Dream. I sit down next to them.

"Sit down by me and I'll sit her in your lap." I say to him. He gets off LaLa's lap then sits in the seat on the other side of me. I stand up then gently sit Dream in his lap. He starts smiling, rubbing her curly hair. "Hold her tight. She tiny." I say, lifting his arm a little so she won't slide off his lap. "Hey baby." he softly says. She lays her head on him.

I pull my phone out then take a few pictures of him holding her. "LaLa, get in the picture with them." I instruct. She leans over then smiles for the picture. I pick Dream up. "Y'all go to the kitchen. Daddy want everybody." I say.

I watch as LaLa grabs Amari's hand, then walks out the theater room. I go to Miracle's name in my phone then call her just to see if she'll answer. "Hello?" she says, catching me off guard. She usually sends me to voicemail or just lets it ring. "Wassup?" I ask, trying to calm Dream down as she gets fussy.

"Um... what you want?" she asks. "What you doing tonight?" I ask her. "Nothing. Why?" she asks. "Can I see you?" I ask. "See me for what?" she dryly asks. "To talk. I need to apologize again." I say. "Well I'm probably gonna be with my boyfriend tonight." she says. My heart just dropped like a mothafucka. "Boyfriend?" I ask. "Yes." she answers. "Oh... well have fun. I'll talk to you another time then." I say. She doesn't say anything. "Come get me at eight." she finally says. "Okay." I say, then hang up on her.

I hope she ready to forgive me today. She answered the phone and said I can come through so that says something. I hope it goes well.

I hear a loud thud up the stairs. I walk up the stairs to the kitchen where my dad is sitting on the floor glaring at my momma while everybody laugh at him. "What happened?" I ask. "He tried to kiss her so she slapped him with the belt and punched him in the stomach then kicked him in his knee and made him fall. Daddy, she just folded you up like a hoe." Jessie says, dying laughing.

My dad stands up. "Jessica... nevermind." he says, then walks out the kitchen pissed off. "Why you do him like that? The man just wanted a kiss." Majesty says, laughing. "I been telling your daddy to stop touching me since yesterday." she says. "You and daddy need help. Something wrong with yall." I say, laughing. They so toxic for each other but can't leave each other alone for shit and I'll never understand it. That's them though.

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