MAYA IN THE MEDIA.

"See, we gone have to sit down, and figure this thing out." - Ashanti

JESSICA

"Wake up." I say, shaking Ant. I'll give him his props, he did his thing last night. That dıck put my lil mean ass in my place. I should've been telling his slow ass how I liked it a long time ago cause the shit he was doing didn't do a damn thing but bore me. He still needs a lil work but he still did good.

He opens his eyes. "What?" he dryly asks. "Get up." I say. "For what? We got plans today?" he asks. "Yes, actually. So, I did my research on things couples can do to bond with each other and me and you have a whole day ahead of us. The kids are at school and Torren is baby sitting Amari for me." I say. "Hell naw, Torren gay ass is not baby sitting my fucking son. Amari is three and curious as fuck. I don't need my son trying to wear makeup and  bullshit. No." he says with a random ass attitude.

"Will you stop being like that? Torren is not flamboyant and even if he was, that's one of my best friends in the whole world and he loves Amari. Plus, he doesn't even wear make up and shit when he ain't doing nothing." I say. "Fuck no. Amari ain't ever seen me, Montana, or none of my niggas around here in no make up. Respect my fucking wishes, Jessica, I don't want my son to think that shit is cool." he goes off. "Ant, what the fuck? I won't  love Amari any less if  he decides to be gay when he's older! Calm down." I say. He jumps out the bed. "Damnit, Jessica, what the fuck did I say? See, this why our mothafucking kids stay suspended or stay in trouble, you awful, bruh! You stay going against me! He is three years old, I do not want him like that and that's final!" he yells.

"Did you just call me awful? I'm a lot of fucking things but I have never been an awful parent. You doing all this because you just don't like Torren, it has nothing to do with his sexuality and you know it. You can't have that much of a problem with it if when Reign was little, you had your mothafucking lesbian ass pornstar around her! Don't fuck with me, Ant!" I yell back.

"Who gives a fuck? Amari ain't staying with his ass and that's final cause I'll fuckin' kill his ass if my son start that fruity shit!" Ant snaps on me. I roll my eyes. "You don't run me. I'm gonna do what I wanna do with my son." I say. "I wish you would disrespect me like that. I'll slap the fuck outta you, Jessica." he says. "Go take your medicine with your crazy ass! Move!" I yell. He grabs my wrist then throws me up to the wall. "You so fucking disrespectful!" he yells. I look down as he glares at me.

"I don't care if I'm disrespectful. Get out my face." I demand. "No. You not taking my son over there." he says. "Why not? You come around him smelling like a damn weed dispensary every day, you be drunk as fuck around him, you sip lean around him, you talk shit around him, so you ain't setting the best example your gotdamn self. You're a drug addict and alcoholic with no filter and got the nerve to judge Torren. Nigga, please." I say, pushing him out my way. "And you a fucking hoe who don't know who her baby daddy is and you got the nerve to judge me." he says.

I turn around then slap the shit out of him. "Watch your fucking mouth! You came at me crazy for no reason, Ant! I was just trying to spend time with you today and try to get things back to where they used to be and you wanna act a fucking fool? Fine, I won't let Torren baby sit him! I'll keep him my fucking self! Fuck your selfish ass, I don't wanna see your face right now!" I snap at him.

"What I tell you? Watch your mouth!" he snaps back, all in my face. I push him. "Fuck what you and that counselor told me, Ant! You and your double standards got me fucked up! You want me to watch my mouth but you can talk to me any way you want and call me a fucking hoe? Hell naw, I'm sick of yo stupid ass! Ain't no double standards, fuck this marriage!" I snap at him, then storm out our room.

I'm so damn tired of trying. All I was trying to do is spend time with him and make things right. He did all that unnecessary shit and it set me off. I'm tired of him. I try not to start screaming and cussing but Ant pushes me to a point of no return when he opens that smart ass mouth of his.

I walk to Amari's room. He's laying in his bed that's built like a big tree house, playing with his toys, kicking his legs, and watching Rugrats on his TV. He starts laughing, then points at the TV. "Hey, momma's baby." I say, picking him up. He starts laughing. "Mommy!" he says, touching my face. I smile then playfully bite his finger. He starts screaming and laughing. I kiss his forehead then smile. He kisses my cheek then starts laughing. "I love you, fat boy." I say, tickling his belly. He starts laughing. "I love you." he says. I spin him around, making him laugh.

I turn around and roll my eyes at Ant. He's standing at the door. "Bitch." Amari says, laughing while pointing at Ant. I slap him on his leg. "Don't say that. Where did you get that from, Mari?" I ask. He starts pouting. "Answer me, Mari." I demand. "No No said his name bitch." he says. "Noble told you that?" Ant asks. He nods his head. "Well, bitch is a bad word and that's not your daddy's name. Don't say that again." I say. He nods his head then lays his head on my shoulder.

"All your fault. You let em do what they want." Ant says. I ignore him then lay Amari back down. I walk into his walk in closet then start going through all the clothes on his little blue and green hangers. I grab his white and silver Gucci tee shirt and his ripped jean shorts. I open the box to his white air max then grab them and his Jordan flip flops because he likes to kick his shoes off sometimes.

I walk back into his room then roll my eyes as Ant puts on a show with Amari's toys, making him laugh and talk to him. At least his ugly ass is good with Amari.

"Come here, Mari." I say. He walks over to me. I pull his pajamas off then dress him. He sits down then puts his socks on.  I grab his feet then put his shoes on him. I grab his Elmo back pack then put his flip flops and an extra shirt in there. "Where you going?" Ant asks as I pick Amari up. "To mind my business." I answer.

"Not a good answer." he dryly says. "Why does it matter?" I ask. "Cause I'm your husband and that's my son." he answers. "You sure about that?" I ask, smirking. Of course, Amari's his baby,  I'm just doing it to piss him off. Ant smiles. "Shut the hell up. Always running your mouth." he says, laughing. I chuckle. "I'm pissed at you so bye. Tell your ugly daddy bye, Mari." I say. "Bye ugly daddy." Amari says, laughing. Ant tickles him. "Bye ugly son. Bye ugly wife." Ant says, trying to kiss me. I push him away. "I don't want you to kiss me and I ain't your wife." I say.

"I wanna kiss you though." he says. "Too bad." I say. "My bad for my attitude. I wanna come." he says. "Get your bi polar self on somewhere. I'm so for real, I don't have nothing to say to you right now." I say. "You didn't have a lot to say when you was sucking this dıck last night neither." he mumbles, smirking.

"Shut up. You get under my skin." I say. "Fuck it. Don't be mad when I do me then." he says. "You know what, I don't even care. Do you." I say. "Why? Cause you gone back to Montana?" he asks. "I don't think you understand how close I am to divorcing you." I say. He shakes his head then walks out of Amari's room. Don't nobody care about him being mad.

My baby and I just got to Montana's house. He has company. I get Amari out his car seat then walk to the door. I unlock it using my key he gave me then walk in. I close the door then walk to his room. "Oh shit, I'm sorry." I say, rushing out. I did not mean to walk in on that. He's having sex with some dark skinned woman but it's weird because he wasn't giving her his all like he does with me. He was just hitting her from the back with no effort.

I sit on the couch with Amari as he sleeps. The woman walks out his room fully clothed. "Paris. Montana's friend." she says giving me a weird ass look. "Jessica, his son's mom." I say. "Son? Tuh." she says. "Excuse me?" I ask. "So, I guess you the reason, huh? Every time we fuck, he don't even care about making sure I'm good. That nigga had the nerve to call me Jessica so I take it you are Jessica?" she asks. "That's not really my problem." I say, becoming irritated. "He won't even eat my puşsy. He said he don't give head to nobody but one person, the person he loves. That's you?" she asks. "Where the hell did Montana find you? Get out my damn face." I say, looking at her upside her head.

She smirks. "What he see in you? I bet your puşsy ain't good as mine." she says. "Seriously? How old are you, twenty? Lil girl, you barely older than my oldest child. If you don't get your ass out my face." I warn her. "Bitch, I'm twenty three, the fuck? How old are you? You in yo twenties too, the fuck?" she goes off. "My son KeKe is twenty four years old and he does not disrespect me, so what the fuck I look like letting you do it, lil girl? I'm a full grown ass woman. If you don't get out my mothafucking face." I warn her.

"Do something then bitch!" she yells, balling her fists up. "You lucky I got my baby with me. You really lucky." I say, holding Amari as he sleeps. Montana walks out the back. "Get your ass out. The fuck you disrespecting her for, Paris?" Montana calmly asks. She rolls her eyes. "Next time I come, you better be ready to eat some puşsy." Paris says. "Well, next time you come, you better be ready to eat some bullets." Montana says.

She rolls her eyes then walks out of his house. He closes and locks the door. "Interesting." I sarcastically say. "I don't know why she did that. She one of my regulars." he admits. "She told me you don't give her head. Why she told me that, I do not know." I say. "She saw yo picture in my room, that's how she know who you are. But I don't give head to nobody but you when you want it. The first time I gave head I was a teenager and it was a dare. Shit was disgusting to me. The second time I did it was to you and I was nervous as fuck cause I didn't know how to use my tongue." he admits. I laugh. "You serious? So, you seriously don't give nobody else head?" I ask. "Dead serious. Only thing I trust is yours and I know your body so well, I like the way it responds to me every time I lick it or stroke it." he says, licking his lips.

I close my legs tight then look down at Amari as he sucks his thumb while sleeping. "Montana... come on, don't do that." I say. "Do what? I wasn't doing anything. You turned on, baby girl?" he asks. I ignore him and continue to stare at my baby. He walks over to me. "That's what I do? I make you wet when I talk like that, Jessica?" he softly asks, then kisses my neck.

"Stop. I have my baby and I'm not here for that. I wanted to ask how your date went." I say. He chuckles then sits next to me. "It was boring." he answers. "Tell me what happened. Knowing you, you were being an A hole on purpose." I say. "Naw. We talked and I tried to get to know her. She was real intelligent. I just don't want nobody." he says. "You should take her out again." I say. "You saying that now." he mumbles. "What does that mean?" I ask. "Nothing... mane, I ain't trying to take that broad out." he says. I narrow my eyes. "What are you hiding from me?" I ask. "Mane, Jessica, nothing." he says. I raise my eyebrow. "Fuck it. She told me she just got out a complicated relationship cause he was married. Then she said it was Ant. She was talkin' bout he still text her apologizing or some shit. Ion know. Jessica, I ain't going on no more dates. I told you I love my life the way it is." he says.

My mind drifts off to all the nights Ant would stay out late. "Didn't she say her name was Maya?" I ask Montana. "Yeah, why?" he asks. "Wow." I say. "Wow what?" he asks. "He used to stay on the phone with her. I'd ask who she was and what she wanted. He said her name was Maya and that she was handling his dad's business through him. That shit wasn't adding up. I hope he wasn't in a whole fucking relationship with her." I say, not wanting to believe it. "She said complicated relationship. Chill, just let it go." he says.

"I want answers." I say. "How you plan on getting em?" he asks. "You know what... I wanna talk to her. Woman to woman. I'm not even gonna come at her crazy. All I want is answers." I say. "Bet." he says, handing me his phone to call her.

I'm not about to fight or talk crazy to her. I just need to know some things. She doesn't seem like the type of woman to act a fool for no reason. I'm coming in peace.

-

I called Maya from Montana's phone and she agreed to meet me at Buffalo Wild Wings. I'm sitting at a table near the back sipping my water waiting on her to walk in. I left Amari with Montana. He's sleeping in Tae's bed right now.

I look up as she walks over to my table. "Sorry I'm late." she nervously says, sitting across from me. "Jessica." I say, extending my hand. "I'm Maya." she introduces herself, shaking my hand. I pray she stays calm this whole time cause I honestly don't wanna beat her with a broom like I did that bitch Della the last time something like this happened.

"So... this is my husband and these are our children." I say, showing her our family portrait I pulled out my purse. "Oh my God." she mumbles, looking at it.  "His oldest is twenty four but he's like my own. Our oldest together are sixteen. Twins." I say, then sip more of my water.

She continues to stare at the pictures. "We've been married for what will officially be nine years in a few days, actually." I tell her. That's if I don't divorce his ass by then. She looks at me. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know." she says.

"Did he ever tell you he had a wife and a mansion full of children?" I ask. "He told me he was going through a divorce and that it was almost finalized. He did tell me he had children, he never told me how many. He didn't tell me how long he'd been married." she answers. I chuckle. "He told you we were going through a divorce?" I ask. She nods her head yes.

"When did you two meet and how if you don't mind?" I ask. "We met last year at his cousin Tez's pool party. He came late and he was drunk or something. He was watching me the whole time we were in the hot tub. No offense, but I thought he was very handsome. I was drinking that night. It was a wild night. We had a one night stand unprotected. No head or anything, just sex. He got my number. He told me the reason he was so upset was because he had got into it with who was soon to be his ex wife. He said he was in the final stages of his divorce at the moment. We started talking and having a lot of sex. I was pregnant but I had an abortion. I wasn't ready for children and he told me if I had his baby, it would crush his children so I agreed and had my abortion. We started spending more and more time together. I fell in love with him. He told me that I was like a breath of fresh air. He said that all of the arguing he was going through wasn't worth it and that he was done with being a married man. He sort of made it official. He told me he wanted to be with me forever. Recently, he told me that everything he said was bullshit. He said that he tells woman anything to get in their panties and that I was no different. He even laughed in my face about it. At that moment, I knew he was a narcissist that played me well. He showed me his ring and said he was married and wasn't leaving his wife. That was that." she says, wiping tears out of her eyes. "I'm so sorry." I say. It's messed up but no woman deserves that shit.

"I should've known. He'd come at strange hours and he'd leave. He'd call me at certain parts of the day every single day. The time would never change. He'd text me in code or something, I don't know. And it seems like the more I fell for him, the less he really cared. I'm sorry if this is disturbing but I thought we were making love. He got his and left me dry though. I'd give him head, he'd never return the favor. He'd peck my lips every blue moon and that was it. I should've paid attention to the signs." she says.

I don't say anything as I stare at her. What can I even say? "Well... a divorce never came up until now. We weren't going through a divorce. I knew deep down he was cheating with you. I just couldn't prove it." I say. "I'm sorry. I promise I'm not a home wrecker. For a second, when I found out about you I wanted him to leave and be with me but that's not right and I wasn't raised that way. I'm so sorry. I never would have gave him the time of day if I knew this. Jessica, I'm truly sorry." she cries. "It's fine." I say. I'm not in the mood to cry. I'm done crying. I'm tired. I'm really, truly tired.

"Do me a favor. Call him and tell him meet you here to talk." I say. "Are you sure that's a good idea? Jessica... I love him but it's done. I don't want any trouble." she says. "Call." I calmly say, leaning back in my chair. I watch as she dials his number. "Hello... yeah, it's me... I know you said never call again... just meet me at Buffalo Wild Wings on Hollywood Boulevard so we can talk... that's all I want... bye." she says, then hangs up. "He said he's already out this way." she says. I nod my head.

It's been five minutes and he's finally walking through the door. He walks over here then stares at the both of us wide eyed. "Um... baby, why you here? You didn't tell me you made a new friend." he awkwardly says. "Hi, best husband in the world. Take a seat." I sarcastically say.

He slowly sits down. "Don't play stupid. Ms. Maya over here told me everything. I wasn't aware of the divorce we were supposedly going through last year. Tell me about it." I say, smiling wide. He stares at me in pure shock. "I told you I was cheating and I told you I fucked up and made her have an abortion. I was real with you." he says. I chuckle. "Cool. Now, I'm being real with you. Sign right here on the line please and get these back to me as soon as possible. Have a great evening." I say, handing him a pen and the divorce papers I brought with me. I stand then walk away from the table.

"Jessica." he says. I smile at him. "Why are you divorcing me? I told you bout this shit already." I say. "Goodbye, Antasia." I say, then walk out the restaurant, leaving him there looking like the dumb ass that he is.

-

I picked Amari up from Montana's house then took him to my parents' house because they wanted to see him. I just got done changing the locks and getting keys made for the kids. "Ma, what are you doing?" KeKe asks, watching me take stuff out of my closet. "Oh, nothing. Putting your dad out." I answer, laughing. "Why?" he asks. "Welp, baby, I'm gonna let him explain himself to yall." I say.

I grab all of the hangers with his clothes then walk downstairs. I open the front door then neatly lay his clothes out in the yard. I walk back in then grab the bin of shoes. I go sit it out front next to his clothes. At least I neatly packed it up this time. It'll be easier for him to get the fuck out of here. I even have a moving truck and a tow truck on the way to take his stuff and his cars and trucks to wherever he decides to go.

I walk back in the house. "Almost forgot." I mumble, grabbing my notebook off the table. I grab a pen then write You can still see the kids if they even still want you around. They're old enough for you to go through them to see them so we have nothing to talk about. I'll let you know if they're sick or when they need something  but other than that, we have 0 to talk about. Thanks.

I walk outside then tape the note to the front door. I smile in satisfaction as the moving truck pulls up. "All of this,  sir. He should be home shortly and he'll tell you where he wants to go." I tell the driver, smiling and pointing at all of Ant's stuff. I turn around then walk back in the house so they can do their job.

ANT

I just pulled up to my house. It's a big ass moving truck loading what looks like my stuff in it and it's a tow truck waiting by the house. "Fuck no." I snap, getting out my car. "Don't pack another fucking then! Hold up a second!" I yell at them niggas. This is the furthest she ever went and she got me fucked up.

I storm to the front door. I narrow my eyes at the note she left at the door. I try to put my key in but it won't go in. She changed the locks. I start punching the door. "Jessica, open the fuckin door!" I yell, moving to the window. She opens the blinds then starts dying laughing. "Open this fuckin' door!" I yell, punching the glass out the window. "Oooh, you mad, huh?" she asks. "Open this damn door!" I yell,  then punch more glass out the window. "No. All your stuff is in the yard. Goodbye. And you better get my damn window fixed. Put the divorce papers in the window." she says, rubbing her belly. I watch as she walks away. She got me fucked up.

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