New Character, Tarrell in the media.  

"Get it right. Make you call me daddy by the end of the night. Bet you feel good by the end of this flight. I'm just trying to do whatever that you like." - K. Camp

ANT

"Fuck!" I groan, sitting up in my bed. My head is hurting and my body is sore as hell. I don't even know why. All I remember is leaving the house with KeKe last night. I pat Jessica's side of the bed, finally realizing she ain't in it.  "Jessica!" I yell. "What, bitch?" I hear her ask. I raise my eyebrow in confusion as I stare at her. She's sitting on the leather futon in the corner of the room with her legs crossed and an attitude.

"Bitch? What the hell?" I ask, standing up. I look at my face in the mirror. My mouth drops. I got a small purple bruise underneath my right eye, a cut on my lip, dried up blood on my nose, and a few scratches on my neck and a couple on my face. "What the fuck happened to my ass, Jessica?" I ask. She stands up then walks straight past me and into our bathroom. I follow her in. "Talk, Jessica. Don't act like you don't hear me talking to you, bruh." I say. "I hear you but I'm unable to respond to bitch niggas. My bad." she sarcastically says.

"What I tell you bout calling me out my name?" I ask, snatching her to me by her silk robe. She snatches away from me. "No, what did I tell you about lying and fucking with these hoe ass bitches? Fuck what you told me, Ant. That's okay, I'm finna go get me a real nigga tonight." she says, hysterically laughing, catching me way off guard.

I glance at the time on the TV we got on the wall in here. "The hell?" I mumble. I slept a whole day. It's ten at night right now. "Get you a nigga? You got me fucked up!" I snap on her. "Yeah, you really gone be fucked up after you hear about tonight. You got every gotdamn hoe in California laughing at me cause you be having me looking dumb, mothafuckas got that video of me going off last night all over the Internet and I'm tired of you embarrassing me. That's okay. Best believe I ain't finna be the only one embarrassed every time I step out the house cause everybody know my man a hoe." she says.

"What the fuck did I even do, Jessica?" I yell at her. "Ask Shakira. Ask the mothafuckin' strippers." she answers. I don't say anything as I try to think about what happened. All I know is it was a wild night. "Jessica." I say. "Don't wanna hear it. I got somewhere to be." she says, taking her robe off. My mouth drops as my eyes roam her body. "Where the fuck you think you going?" I snap on her. She got on a tight ass white dress and I see way too much of her titties. Her heels bring out her sexy ass legs, plus she got her hair and make up done. Her jewelry is all gold. She giggles. "You think my ass playing, huh? You gone see, nigga." she says. "I'm tired of making threats then going back on my word. You gone learn today, nigga." she adds, then tries to walk out.

I snatch her by her waist. "You got me fucked up." I say, holding her tight. "Naw, get back, Ant. Cause you didn't even remember you had a wife last night. That shit is embarrassing." she says. "Okay and I'm sorry. I was off the drugs, I don't even remember shit." I say. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, baby, but you done fucked up. You better hope I don't fuck around and fall in love tonight." she sarcastically  says, then winks. I watch in pure anger as she walks out the bathroom, calling Torren.

I follow her then push her over on the bed. "Move." she demands as I pull my boxers down. "You think you finna go give my pussy away? You got me so fucked up." I say, moving her thong out my way. "Get the fuck off me. This is my pųssy, I can give it to who I wanna give it to, fuck you mean? You don't be saying nothing when you out there throwing dıck at any hoe who want it." she says, trying to get out my grip. I ignore her then shove my dıck inside of her. She lets out a loud moan then falls over on the bed as I fuck her from behind. I slap her on her ass. "You think I'm fuckin' playin? This shit mine. You ain't giving my shit away to nobody but me." I say, fucking her hard. I never go hard on her but she gotta learn. Apparently she like it like this cause she screaming, moaning, and apologizing while trying to push me away.

"Got me fucked up." I say, standing her up. "Stop. I can't handle it. Ant, please." she whimpers, moaning at the same time. "Throw it back." I demand. She grips the bed then starts throwing it back on me fast and hard. My ass in here trying to teach her a lesson but I can't even stay savage right now. She makes me feel so soft sometimes. I get weak as hell when it comes to her. "Fuck, Jessica, throw that shit." I grunt, enjoying it to the fullest.

She falls over face first on the bed as she comes all over my dıck. "Keep it in?" I ask, still fucking her. "No." she mumbles. I pull out then nut all over her dress on purpose. "You petty ass bastard." she says, glaring at me as I laugh my ass off. I'm so trifling. "I bet yo ass ain't going nowhere now." I say.

"Wanna bet?" she asks, standing up.  "Mane, lay yo ass back down." I say, still laughing as I lay her down and get between her legs. "Get off me, Ant. I'm trying to go get some real nigga dıck tonight and you playing." she says, laughing. I shake my head then kiss her lips. "Jessica, quit talking shit. You ain't gone do shit." I say. "I bet you won't let me up. I'll show you better than I can tell you." she says, smirking.

"Shut up. Come on, go change yo clothes. I wanna go out." I say. "Nope. I'm very pissed at you. Go ask your brother what you did if you still confused. I made plans with Torren already. I'm feeling pretty single." she says, smirking.

I let her up. I know she ain't gone go fuck another nigga. Jessica does a lot of shit but she would never have sex with a random nigga. She the type who gotta connect with you emotionally for her to even be turned on. When she really mad at me, I can tell cause her shit won't even get wet for me. So, I know damn well she ain't about to do shit with a stranger.

"You ain't bold enough. I wanna go to the movies. Change clothes, let's go." I say, heading to the closet. She follows me then grabs the expensive ass white dress I bought her. It's sexy as hell cause I picked it. I watch as she puts it on, then bite my lip. I like when she looking sexy as hell when we go out. Every nigga's eyes be on her and it makes me feel good cause I know I'm the nigga who she belongs to.

"Bye. I'm going with Torren." she says, laughing as she runs out the closet. I chase after her. "No you not. You ain't going nowhere without me looking that sexy." I say. She giggles then grabs her phone. "Fine. I'll stay." she says, then sits on the bed. "Good." I say, walking to our drawer to get some boxers. "Got yo ass!" she exclaims, then runs out our room laughing.

I chase her all the way out the house. She laughs then gets in her car. "Don't wait up." she says, then pulls off fast. I smirk, then shake my head as I laugh. Little do she know, I always got eyes on her. She ain't ever really alone when she think she is. Imma just pay her a lil visit at wherever she is. She got me fucked up. Let me go put my all white and gold Rolex on since that's what she wore. Shit, I wanna get my drink on too. This should be interesting.

I walk back in the house. Noble looks at me crazy as he holds Amari while Amari tells him to turn on Rugrats. "Why was you and momma running through here like kids? And ew, daddy, is that nut on yo pajamas?" he asks, laughing as he points at it. I smack my lips. "I put the pipe down, Noble. Use your brain." I sarcastically say. He stares at me in disgust.

"I need to talk to you." he says. "Go take him to yo sister room then meet me in my man cave. Tell Jessie and Majesty to come too." I say. He nods his head then heads in the direction of Reign's room. I need to call and check on my baby girl. LaLa stayed over Montana's house to go to a birthday party with Tae since they're a year apart and have the same friends. I be missing the shit out my daughter when she ain't with me.

I'm sitting in here smoking a blunt and waiting on the boys to get in here. All three of them walk in. "Wassup, dumb, dumber, and dumbest?" I jokingly ask them, making them laugh. "I got straight A's. Ain't no dumb, bih." Jessie says, plopping down on the couch.

Noble and Majesty sit next to him. "Momma ain't here. Come on, I ain't gone say nothing. Let me hit that." Majesty says. I lean back on the couch then throw him a blunt I already rolled and my lighter. "Share it. This the first and only time I'm allowing it. I'm trying to change as a parent." I say, watching him put the blunt in his mouth. Noble slaps the blunt out his mouth. "Naw, daddy. We ain't finna do that. Momma would be mad as hell at you and we don't need that." Noble says.

I laugh a little. "Look at you trying to be mature. Aight." I say, taking my blunt back from them. I put mine out then sit it in my ashtray.

"Why are we in here?" Jessie asks. "What you had to ask me?" I ask Noble. "I'll ask after you finish talking. What did you need to say?" he asks. I clear my throat. "Well, yall are sixteen and seventeen. I think it's about time I have the birds and the bees talk." I say. They look at each other then start dying laughing. "I ain't even gone lie. Daddy, I been getting pussy since like seventh grade. You a lil too late." Jessie says, holding his stomach while he laughs hard.

"I didn't wanna know that. Don't bring me home no babies, real shit. I got too many of yall lil mothafuckas already. Amari still like a baby, I don't need no grandkids. Better wrap that shit up. I already know I can't stop you from having sex so just be responsible." I say. He nods his head.

"Who else having sex?" I ask. Noble and Majesty look at each other. Majesty slowly raises his hand. "Okay, honestly, I don't even like having sex. Maybe, my experience was just bad but it was with Jessie's ex I took. That stuff felt disgusting." Majesty says, raising red flags in my brain. "Would you tell me if you were gay?" I ask him straight up. I'll never forget when I was in the hospital after Montana shot me when they were little when Reign told me he thought the male nurse was cute.

"What? Why did you ask me that?" he snaps. "Why you getting defensive?" I calmly ask. He narrows his eyes at me. "What type of question is that? I just got my dıck sucked by Jah's girlfriend yesterday to be totally honest. I like girls." he says. "I was just asking a question." I say, keeping my eyes on him.

He doesn't say anything as he glares at me. "But um... Yeah. Carry on." Jessie awkwardly says. "Noble, you out here fucking too?" I ask. "I don't talk about that kind of stuff, daddy, you knew that already. That's my business. But my ex wouldn't let me hit. I need condoms. That's what I wanted to ask. What if something end up happening? I wanna be able to be protected." he says, making me laugh. "Yeah. Go get the box out that drawer." I say, pointing across the room. He gets up and walks past the stripper pole I got put in here for when Jessica feeling freaky.

He grabs them then walks over to me. "Yall know who to put em on?" I ask. All of them nod their heads. "Cool." I say, handing all three of them twenty a piece. I got a big ass box of em cause I'm a freaky ass nigga.

-

I wrapped the conversation with the boys up then got dressed in white and gold. I just got in the club my niggas told me Jessica and Torren are. I start seeing nothing but Red as she grinds on some tall ass, brown skinned, buff nigga's lap. He got hella tattoos and shit and she touching on them while she grinds all on him to the Migos song playing throughout the club.

I walk straight to the VIP area. My nigga lets me in there. She got another thing coming tonight.

JESSICA

I've been drinking all night long and I'm having a good ass time with Torren. I've  been dancing on this guy named Tarrell the whole time. He resembles the rapper The Game so much and that's a sexy ass man.

"You drunk, best friend." Torren says, laughing at me while he twerks by himself. "No I'm not." I say, growing aroused all of a sudden. "Can I buy you another drink?" Tarrell asks. Before I can say anything, Torren looks at him crazy. "Hell naw. You ain't buying her shit now that she drunk. You ain't finna Bill Cosby my best friend. You got me fucked up." Torren says, making me stare at him in shock.

"Why you do Bill like that?" I ask. "He ain't innocent. Nasty ass, popped a molly in her champagne lookin ass." he says, making a face of disgust.

"Come on, Tarrell. Let's go dance." I say, standing. "Say no more." he says, standing with his arm around my waist. I bend over then start dancing between his legs. "Well, damn, Jessica." Torren says, recording. "Let me put this on Twitter. My bitch live." he says as I dance.  I literally have all the attention right now. People suddenly formed a circle around Tarrell, Torren, and I for some reason. I don't know why and I don't care. Ant ain't here and I'm having fun.

"Yeah, record that shit. Fuck it up bitch. Yass!" Torren exclaims as people record me dancing. If I can't do nothing else, I can dance my ass off. "Ain't that Ant wife though?" some bitch asks. "Right. She so stupid. She don't deserve him. He should've kept fucking with me." another says.

I throw my middle finger up at them hoes. "Make sure yall let him know bout this." I say to them. He got me looking stupid. He gotta see how that feels. It's a lesson he gotta learn cause me cussing and fighting him ain't working. He won't like it when every nigga and bitch got something to say about him tomorrow.

I notice a bunch of niggas in all black forcing their way through the circle. I raise my eyebrow. "Ain't that that sexy ass nigga that be with yo husband?" Torren asks. I shrug my shoulders, not really caring as I continue to dance on Tarrell. My eyes widen as Ant storms through the crowd of people behind his nigga.

"Nigga, what's good?" Ant snaps, then punches Tarrell in his face, catching me off guard. "You fuckin' with my wife and shit? Got me fucked up!" Ant adds as he starts throwing more punches. I watch in shock as they fight. Ant is a skinny nigga but he always had hands on him, especially when he's mad. That nigga will fight his heart out when he's mad.

"Should we break this up?" Torren asks. "I'm not going to. I've fought so many hoes over the same shit. I know I'm probably wrong but it's the last thing I can think of to get my point across. I've felt how he's feeling right now and he deserves it." I answer.

Some niggas that came with Tarrell jump in, fighting Ant. "Hell fuck no." I say, taking my heels off. I jump in, throwing punches at all these bitch ass niggas. "Yall some soft ass niggas!" I yell, fighting right by Ant's side. I know this fight broke out cause of me but ain't nobody about to jump on my husband. He does dumb shit but he's still mine and I refuse to not ride for him right now no matter how people feel.

One of Ant's niggas pull me back. They jump in on Tarrell's niggas. "Come on." one of the guys that came with Ant demands, picking me up. "Let me go! Hell naw, let me go!" I yell as he walks me out with Torren following. "I'll burn this club down over my nigga, let me go!" I yell at him. "We got it, Jessica, calm down." he says, staring in my eyes. I look away. I shouldn't even be attracted to him right now. "Cough cough." Torren says, noticing my facial expression.

I shake my head. "Let's just wait for Ant to come out the club." I mumble. I've literally experienced exactly what he's experiencing with some of his hoes. I've been jumped and everything else by those women. I want him to feel how I feel but damn, it wasn't easy to watch at all.

-

Torren and I left the club like forty five minutes ago. I'm at home waiting for Ant to get here. I took a shower and changed the sheets. I already know he's about to let me have it tonight.

He finally walks through our bedroom door looking pissed to the max. "Ant." I say. "Shut the fuck up, Jessica." he says. "Don't tell me to shut up! I was gonna apologize but I refuse! You and I both know I've been in worse situations with your bitches cause of you so you deserve to be embarrassed and hurt!" I yell. "I get it, Jessica. I don't like the way I feel right now, aight? Just quit talking about it!" he snaps. I ignore him. "Goodnight." I dryly say, getting under the covers.

He gets in the bed with me then pulls me in his arms. "Don't be mad at me. Just seeing that made me so mad." he says. "I'm not mad." I lie. "I know you are. Why you do that childish shit?" he asks. "Cause that childish shit was the only option I had left to get you to feel how I do." I answer. "Well, I feel it." he admits.

He flips me over then gets between my legs. He doesn't say anything as he pulls my panties down. He pulls my legs over his shoulders then goes down on me. "We gone get this shit right." he mumbles, slightly brushing his lips against my clıt as he talks.

I can't even talk right now. He's doing it exactly how I like it. I feel like a proud mother right now. He finally got that shit right. About time.

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