"No matter what you do, can't nobody tell me shit bout you. I really can't explain the things you do, but it makes me crazy over you." - Vedo

JESSICA

Some random number is calling me. I'm trying to finish giving Major a bath. I don't have time to be dealing with somebody playing on my phone right now. "I'm hungry." Major says for the millionth time, making the water splash with his toys. "Your granddad is almost done cooking, baby." I remind him. Major eats like a damn adult. Ant's half crippled ass is cooking burgers for everybody tonight. I'm scared to eat one because he might poison me, knowing him.

The number just called back. "Who is this?" I ask. "You a mark ass bitch. Nasty slut ass bitch." Some female says. "Who is this?" I ask. "You gon' see who it is, trifling bitch. What type of bitch fucks her own brother in law?" She asks. I raise my eyebrow. Who is this hoe and why does she know so much of my business?

"Whoever you are, you do know I'm gon' find you and toe tag you, right?" I calmly ask her. I'm not about to play these games. I refuse to go out bad. She starts laughing. "Yeah, okay. I send you my love, too. That bitch Majesty is as good as dead. Kiss Major and give him my condolences too, hoe." She says, hanging up the phone. I ain't worried about it at all. The bitch is dying slowly and I mean that.

I pick Major up then stand him up on the rug. I hand him his towel. He's drying himself off while I dial Majesty's number. "Major misbehaving?" He immediately asks. His background is a little loud. "No. Where are you?" I ask. "In New Orleans. We got here a few hours ago." He answers. "You having fun? Shai like it?" I ask. "Yes, she love it here." He answers. I just know he's smiling.

"You better treat that girl good. Where is she?" I ask. "I left her at the room at the Harrah's Casino. We gotta change hotels tonight cause she said she sick and she swearing up and down the hotel smell funny. I'm in the lobby at the Le Meridien across the street trying to finish paying for the room right now. The Ritz Cartlon was booked up. The Le Meridien out of suites this weekend too, though." He explains. "Get a regular room. It's just the two of ya'll and I'm sure you gonna be out all night anyway." I say. "Not tonight. I got something planned if she start feeling better. She got drunk when we got off the plane." He explains.

"You sound so damn sprung." I say, laughing at him. My child is something else. "No I don't. I just planned something." He says. "What you plan?" I ask. "I can't tell you, love." He answers, making me laugh. I'm putting Major's pajamas on. "Okay, Majesty. But listen, make sure you go visit your great aunts on your daddy's side while you there. You know how your weird ass Aunt Antonia is." I remind him. Antonio's sister is something else. "Ma, she crazy. She be on some spiritual reading shit." He says. "Quit cussing before I catch a flight and kick your lil ass." I warn him. "My bad." He mumbles.

"But that's still your auntie." I remind him. "I know but why I gotta go see them just because I'm in New Orleans? Pops family don't call nobody until they need some money or wanna come live lavish for a weekend. Plus, if dad didn't even know granddad until he was closer to eighteen years old, that mean he didn't know his family either. Dad barely even associate with them people. How come we gotta do it?" He asks. "Because your dad is all on his peaceful shit and wants y'all to know them. Major, go meet your granddad in the kitchen." I demand. He rushes out of the bathroom. "I'll believe it when him and grandma make peace." He says, making me laugh. Hell, me too.

"I know you called for something else, ma. What is it?" He asks. "Um... don't be alarmed if you see a couple black trucks following you." I say. He groans. "Ma, come on now. I don't need no security. That's embarrassing. Shai ain't gon' be herself with a bunch of big black niggas watching her and she don't know what y'all into." He says.

"Boy, she'll be fine. Like I said, don't be surprised when you see them undercover. You'll know it's them. For one, New Orleans is your daddy's stomping ground and you know niggas love to hate on him down there. Plus, I just got a threat from somebody. They threatened your life. So, I'm sending security. End of discussion." I say, hanging up on him before he can ask me a bunch of questions or argue with me about how he can protect himself. Majesty's a heavy drinker so I was gonna have him being watched regardless.

My phone just started ringing again as I walk downstairs to go to the kitchen. This time it's Vonte. I don't feel like hearing him crying and shit. The sex was good but the fling is over for good now.

"Hey." I greet him, sighing. "How you doing?" He asks. "I'm fine." I answer. "I need to talk to you." He says. "What is it?" I ask. Watch him start going on and on about how we can be together. Quite frankly, I don't want him and I can barely stand his brother. I hate how fast Ant is recovering, as messed up as it sounds. I was enjoying starving him and mistreating his ass.

"You really had an abortion? I never asked you but you got pregnant and killed the child?" He asks. I forgot Ant blurted that out to be trifling a while back. "Yes, I did." I answer truthfully. No matter what I do, somebody's always mad at me. He's just gonna be one more on that list.

"What the fuck for? It was mine, wasn't it?" He asks. "Because I can and yes, the baby was yours. What do I look like having another baby at this age, first of all? And what the fuck do I look like giving birth to my brother in law's child while still legally married to the brother?" I ask.

"You would look like a real mothafucka that's owning up to they shit like an adult. On life, you foul for that shit, Jessica. I know it took both of us to make that baby but if you know that's how you felt, why you didn't make sure the pregnancy would've been prevented?" He asks.

"Because I was all over the place mentally and it was what it was. I've never been for abortion, ever. I just know it was the best choice. Do I regret it? Yes, I do. I feel guilty for taking a baby's innocent life everyday but I know it was best for him or her." I explain. "Nah, it was best for yo ole selfish ass." He says.

"Vonte, I ain't about to do this today. Is bashing me gonna bring the child back? We already have Presley and you see all the shit people say to him when they find out his mom's a hoe." I sarcastically say. "Mane, why you stay talking bad about yourself? You had just turned seventeen when I met you. You in your forties now and you still do that insecure ass shit. I didn't call you no hoe, I called you selfish. If that was my baby too, how come you went and killed it without even letting me know shit? I never would've known it if Ant didn't air your shit out." He says.

"It happened, Vonte, damn. Is that all you wanted? If so, I'll talk to you another time." I say. "You got some serious demons you fighting." He says, sighing. "No, you do. Lay off the weed." I say. "I'm sober, babygirl. You got some demons to fight, like I said." He says.

"Anyway, I don't need no intervention. What the fuck is up with Drew, huh? Some broad called my phone making threats to me, mentioning how you and I slept together, and she also threatened Majesty's life. Not too many people know about all of this personal shit and nobody else would have anything against Majesty. Drew's name is written all over this shit. We weren't having no shit like that happen before he found out about Shai. Shai was not the female on the phone and she had nothing to do with it. I say.

"What? How you instantly ruling Shai out? I don't even know what you talking about. I only told Tez after the shit went down. Drew and Sean did see and hear the shit but I know they didn't say shit to nobody. Shai the only one that could've pulled that." He explains.

"Stop accusing that girl. She has been with Majesty for two days. She wouldn't do that." I say. "What was said?" He asks. "I already told you something about me sleeping with you and how Majesty's catching whatever the fuck she claim she got coming to him." I answer. "I'll see." He says.

I hang up on him then walk on to the kitchen. Ant is sitting a plate of food in front of Amari. "You been messing with your hair?" I ask LaLa. It looks like she been playing in it. "I need to tell you and dad something." She says. "What?" Ant and I ask her at the same time. Please, don't let it be no bad news.

"I wanna cut my hair off. I want a curly tapered fade like Noble and Majesty's." She says. Ant starts laughing. "La, I know you dyking and all that, but hell fuckin' naw, you not cutting your hair. Yo head shaped like a sesame seed. You gon' look dumb as a mothafucka." Ant says, laughing at her.

"Ant, shut the fuck up." I demand. "You gonna look ugly as hell." Amari mumbles, staring at his plate. I'm pinching the shit out of his arm as he cries. "Now, watch your damn mouth." I demand, snatching away from him. Amari's mouth has been out of control. He's suddenly more vocal about things but the way he handles his feelings is ridiculous when he opens his mouth.

LaLa sighs. "Ma, can I go to the barbershop? I'm cutting it off." She says. "That's not gonna be cute. Ew." Sage says. "Quit talking with yo mouth full and shut up." Ant fusses at him. "I don't know about that, LaLa. Your hair is so long and beautiful. Don't do it." I say, frowning as I imagine her with a boy haircut.

"I think you'll look lovely." Serenity says, smiling wide. She's my only child who is just calm and collected. She reads her little books and plays with her dolls. She helps out a lot and she isn't disrespectful or combative. When my older kids were five, they were cussing better than adults and trying to play with guns, not playing with toys. I love the way Serenity is. Her name fits her.

"Thank you, lil sis." LaLa says. "I don't think she will look very pretty. Mommy and daddy, why does LaLa wear boy clothes and stuff? How come she doesn't wear dresses like me and our other sisters? We look like young ladies and we sit with our legs crossed. LaLa is like a little boy. Is LaLa really a boy?" Dream asks. She is so serious. I can't do nothing but shake my head because she don't know no better.

"No, your sister is not a boy. She's just different." I explain. "Different how? Does she like girls if she looks like a boy?" Dream asks. "Stop sugarcoating it. I'm a lesbian. That means I like girls." LaLa says. I shake my head as Sage, Serenity, and Dream loudly gasp. "Wait, so are you my brother and not my sister anymore?" Sage asks.

"Naw she still your sister. A lesbian is a girl who don't like boys and just like girls. She still your sister, though." Ant tries to explain it to them. "So, I only like girls too. Am I a lesbian?" Sage asks, making Ant laugh. "No. Only girls can be that." Ant answers. I knew we would have to explain the way LaLa is to the kids when they became curious.

"I'm getting a haircut. Imma ask Qua to do it." LaLa says. "No, LaLa. Do it when you turn eighteen. You look great with hair." I tell her. LaLa comes off as strong but my baby is insecure about her identity behind closed doors. I think she's trying to prove herself at this point. "No. I can't stand my hair no more. If nobody takes me to the barber shop or let Qua do it, Imma cut it myself." She says. Ant starts laughing. "I would love to see that. She gon' push her hairline back like a mothafucka." He says, laughing at her.

She shakes her head. "How come everything gotta be so funny to you? I'm dead serious. What I need some hair for? I don't like boys, at all. I'll never be with one. All I like is girls, real talk. So what, I made a mistake with Sean but that's super dead, and I ain't even trying to be nowhere near attractive to him or any other boy. So, I want my hair gone. They'll get the hint then." She says.

"That ain't no good reason to cut your hair. That won't stop the opposite sex from wanting you. When you turn sixteen, we'll let you do it." Ant says. "But it's just hair. That don't make me who I am. I don't like my hair." She says. "LaLa, we will figure that out later. Ant, can I talk to you?" I ask. "Hell naw. I don't wanna talk to yo crazy ass. What, you trying to push a nigga down the stairs again because you know my legs was weak and shit after what happened to me?" He asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

I roll my eyes. "Nigga, shut up. You didn't die when I pushed you down the stairs. I need to talk to you about something important." I say. He looks me up and down. Finally, he's motioning for me to follow him out of the kitchen.

We just walked in the living room away from everybody. "What you want, crazy fuck?" He asks. "First of all, I'll cripple your ass again. I'll really show you crazy then." I warn him. He raises his eyebrow. "I saw what yo ass did on the camera the other day. I was sleep on the couch and you stood over me with a gun pointed at my head like you was finna take me out." He says, glaring at me. "Hell, I was gonna blow your ass away." I admit. Ant has hurt me so damn much. I got to thinking about it the other night and almost killed him in his sleep before I caught myself.

He shakes his head. "When you moving back into your other house? I can't be scared to go to sleep cause your crazy ass won't quit harassing me and shit. Who the fuck try to kill a nigga every single day? You gotta go, baby." He says. "I will go back to the other house when I'm damn well ready to, Ant. I ain't in here to listen to you whine about me doing stuff to you. That ain't what I wanted to talk about." I say.

"Well, that shit needed to be addressed. Quit doing bullshit to me in my sleep, mane." He says. "I'll just ignore that comment. Anyway, some girl called me threatening Majesty and asking me what type of bitch fucks her brother in law, basically. So, which hoe have you pillow talked to about this family?" I ask. "The fuck? I don't tell nobody my business and the only woman I was fucking with was Rhonda. You know that. She don't know nothing about you except you my wife legally even though we separated." He answers.

"Are you sure? Vonte said he don't know what that was about." I say. He raises his eyebrow. "You still fucking my brother?" He asks. "No, bastard. Quit asking me that shit." I say. His phone starts ringing. He frowns as he answers it, putting it on speaker phone. "What?" He asks the person on the other end. "All I wanna let you know is yo bitch ain't yo bitch. She yo brother's bitch. He fucked her more than just once. I ain't gon keep secrets and bullshit, having niggas getting laughed at and shit. There it go." Drew angrily says.

Ant and I look at each other. Both of us are dying laughing. "What's funny?" Drew asks. "You really think you telling my husband some shit he didn't know already?" I ask him. "Damn, you a whole rat out here now, ain't it? You really gon' bite the hand that feed you like that, Drew? Vonte didn't do shit to yo ass. You could've kept that shit though. My crazy ass wife told me she fucked the nigga more than once. Me and her kept it real with each other the other night. So, yeah I know she aborted his kid and yeah I know she fucked around with him on some wild shit after they first hooked up. Now what? Tell me some shit a nigga didn't know." Ant says. I confessed everything already, so Drew can go fuck himself with his granddaddy's dick.

Drew angrily chuckles. "Yo wife and yo daughter some hoes." He says. Ant smiles. "Drew, why you playing with me like I won't come handle yo ass, nigga?" Ant asks. "Nigga, fuck you. All y'all some snakes for letting that shit go on. It's all good, though. I don't give a damn if you threaten me, bitch ass nigga. I don't hide and I ain't ever scared." Drew says. Ant hangs up the phone then looks at me. "Jessica, go get dressed. We going on a date." He calmly says.

QUA

"You stupid as hell." My momma says to me on the phone. I don't fuck with her but she still finds a way to harass the shit out of me everyday. I liked it better when her ass was locked up. I made it clear that I don't even want to have a conversation with her, but here I am stuck on the phone with her because she got my new number some type of way.

"How am I stupid as hell?" I ask, watching Reign eat her food I got her from a Chinese restaurant. "I can't believe you want to be with a pregnant girl. That shit is pathetic. I could see if she was pregnant with your baby, but that child is somebody else's. What you gon' do when that baby daddy raising hell because some other nigga around his kid?" She asks, laughing.

"Mane, I ain't finna go through this with you. You just got out of jail. You don't know shit about me or her. Go do some more shit so they can drag yo ass back under the jail." I say. Reign looks up at me seeming confused as hell about what's going on.

She starts laughing. "You really love that pregnant hoochie?" She asks. "Hell yeah, I love the fuck out her ass. You ain't finna change that shit with your lil irrelevant opinion neither, so keep that shit to your damn self." I say. "Who you think you talking to? I am still your mother!" She yells. "Was you my mother when it was time to act like it? Naw... you wasn't." I say. Reign takes the phone out of my hand then hangs it up.

"Calm down." She says. "I am calm. My momma just be irking me constantly calling and texting me her irrelevant input on my life when she don't even know shit about me. I'm ready to move out my condo cause she know where I lay my head. I changed my phone number, but you see she got that bitch. That lady crazy." I explain. It's like she be knowing when and where to find me. I don't know if her crazy ass is stalking me or what.

"Maybe, you should try to hear her our and forgive her. I forgive my mom and dad for their mistakes now. I can't keep holding on to all they didn't do or didn't teach me because of their lack of knowledge or because they grew up without parents and didn't know how to properly raise their own kids. I just accept the fact that they did the best they could. So, I'm letting everything go. You should too." She suggests.

"I'm shocked you even feeling like that about your parents. It ain't that easy for me, Reign. Shit is all bad when it come to my parents. At least yours tried to do right even though they was never perfect." I say. Ant and Jessica may be crazy as hell, but I do know they love every child they got and would die for them without no questions asked. That's something I never had from mine.

She sighs. "Just think about it, Qua. Y'all can learn to be cordial, maybe. I know she fought my mom and everything when she first got out of jail, but that's the past. I want you to be happy with your mom. If everything goes smoothly, I can get to know her too." She says. It sounds good but I ain't fucking with it. I just don't even want to talk about it no more because she'll never understand it.

"The baby been moving?" I ask. She smiles wide. "Yeah, she kicks my ass a lot. Lately, she kicks my bladder. I almost pissed on myself this morning." She answers, making me laugh. "Damn. I can't wait to be a father." I say. "I'm sure we'll have kids together some day when our lives are more stable and I'm not a crazy ass bitch no more." She jokes.

"Watch what you say about yourself. But I'm saying I can't wait until the baby is born... Imma step up for y'all and be in her life. I know I ain't her daddy, but I told you imma be there for y'all. If Drew won't do it, I will because I love you." I admit, watching her eyes water.

"Why do you love me? Let's not pretend like I haven't stressed you out a lot. I was indecisive when you knew what you wanted from the start. I got mad at you for something super childish and decided to go fuck Drew's bitch ass like you didn't exist. I was openly disrespecting what me and you were building on that cruise, plus I got pregnant by the nigga. You had my back when I didn't deserve it. Plus, you just found out I was fucking Wendy. I just popped up at your house for a threesome, but you still ain't judging me for any of the shit I did wrong. Why? Why do you still love me? Are you just telling me what I wanna hear?" She asks, wiping her eyes.

"That's the past, Reign. Yeah, watching you carry a baby for that nigga fucked me up at first because I wanted to take shit slow and give you your first child one day. It hurt at first when shit went left between us. Do I wish me and you would've stayed on track? Yeah. But to be real, all the ups and downs made us stronger in my opinion. I forgive you for all the bullshit. Fuck what you was doing with Drew and fuck whatever you and Wendy had. Keep that bullshit in yo past so me and you can move forward. I ain't just feeding you a bunch of bullshit neither. I realized I loved you for real when I couldn't keep you off my mind or let you go when it was all said and done." I explain.

Most niggas wouldn't want shit to do with her after the stuff we went through. Truthfully, I tried to force myself to let her go and pretend like it was a thing of the past. I couldn't no matter how much I tried to. So, now I know I wanna work through it and make everything right between us.

"Qua, I'm so sorry for messing up. I swear it's just us now. Nobody has ever made me feel like this, not even Drew has. You love me unconditionally and I know I don't deserve it. I want to be with just you for the rest of my life." She says. I walk over to her then kiss her lips. "We gon' get married and all that shit, I mean that shit too." I say. "You want to elope?" She asks. "I don't wanna lose you no more. So, if you trying to fly to Vegas and get married right now, I'm with it." I answer.

I'm dead ass serious. I'm with all that action. She smiles wide. "Quit joking, Qua." She demands. "I'm not playing, baby. I know I want to be with you and no other bitch could ever top you. So, why not marry you?" I ask. It crossed my mind a few times even when it was real early. It's just something about what we got that's the shit in my eyes no matter how flawed our love is.

"So, are you proposing to me right now?" She asks. "It can be that if you want it to be. Just say it." I answer. I'm not some nigga that's afraid of love or marriage. Shit, I want all that in my life. I'll marry her fine ass today. "I want to marry you too. Let's do it right though." She says. "Oh, you want a big wedding? I'm with that. I got enough money stashed to throw you whatever kinda wedding you want, take you wherever for the honeymoon, and get us a house with enough room for the baby and our future kids. My condo ain't big enough." I say.

She starts laughing. "No, that's not what I'm saying, genius. I'm saying you have to do the traditional thing and ask my dad if you can marry me. His opinion counts. You also have to propose with a ring. Then, we can do it." She says. I smile, nodding my head. "That can happen. Imma just assume we engaged." I say. "We are pre engaged. We'll be the real thing once you propose to ya girl." She says, making me laugh. I never imagined this shit coming.

"You not joking, right?" I ask. "No. I'm serious." She answers. I nod my head. "You wanna keep it a secret when we elope and let everybody think we still engaged until our actual wedding?" I ask. She nods her head yes then leans in to kiss me. I'm finna have a wife out here. I can't wait to see what that's about.

"Can I tell Miguel?" She asks. "No, not yet. Let it be a shocker to everybody. Don't tell Miguel and I won't tell Noble and Majesty neither." I say. "He is gonna kill me for keeping the fact that I'm about to have a husband away from him." She says, laughing. I haven't seen her looking happy as hell like she is in a while. "Yeah... but no matter what nobody say about us for doing it, don't let it get to you, aight? They don't know how we feel so nobody opinion matters." I say. "I agree." She says, smirking.

JESSIE

"Jelena, babygirl. Daddy want you to spend time with somebody." I say to her, watching her draw on the kitchen wall that I let her do whatever on. She looks back at me as she grabs her pink crayon. "Who? And do you like my drawing? It's Minnie Mouse." She says, smiling wide. She missing a couple of teeth now. I can't believe my daughter growing up on me.

"Yeah, it's pretty. Come here though. I want you to spend time with me and a friend." I say. She walks over to me. I pick her up then kiss her on her forehead. "Who is it, Mr. Butthead?" She asks. "You remember my nurse friend that was at the party with me a long time ago? The lady with the pretty toenail polish?" I ask. She makes a thinking face then nods her head yes. "Well, she is outside right now and I'm gonna let her in. All of us are about to eat dinner and talk about some stuff." I tell her.

She slowly nods her head. "What about her? Is she your giiiiiiirlfriiiiiiiend? Daddy, you said you didn't have a girlfriend." She says, frowning. "Lose the attitude. Go sit on the couch." I demand, putting her down. She runs out of the kitchen while I head to the front door. I open it then let Eriona in.

She smiles as she hugs me. "Hey." She greets me, kissing my cheek. I kiss her lips then step aside so she can walk further into the house. We spend a lot of time together when we ain't at work or when I'm not busy with Jelena. We got real close and I fuck with her for real outside of just having sex. Plus, when she dropped that bitch ass nigga she used to be with, she started fucking with me and never looked back.

"Wassup? You look good." I compliment her. She didn't come dressed up because we'll just be chilling in the house tonight, but I do like the way the light blue sweat pants hug her curves. She ain't wearing makeup and her hair is in two puffs. She so fucking naturally fine to me.

"You look good too. You smell so good. New cologne?" She asks. "Naw, just the scent of a real ass nigga." I joke, making her laugh as I lead her to the living room. Jelena is sitting on her beanbag drawing some stick figures on a poster board.

"Hey, Jelena." Eriona greets her. Jelena looks up then shyly waves. "Hi." She mumbles. I sit down on the couch. "Come here, Jelena." I demand as Eriona sits next to me. Jelena climbs on my lap as she stares at me. "I got some stuff to tell you. For one, Eriona is my girlfriend now. She real nice to me and she gonna be nice to you too." I start. Me and Eriona made it official a month ago. She finally locked my ass down.

Jelena dramatically gasps. "Daddy, you said you didn't have a girlfriend! Oh, no!" She whines. "Stop it. I didn't have one at first, but I do now. She a good person and she'll be spending a lot of time with us." I tell her. She sighs. "Wait...Is she my mommy now?" She asks. I shake my head no. "No, she is not your mommy but she'll be here for you to play with her and do fun stuff." I try to explain.

She nods her head. "At least she's pretty. Gosh, daddy. I'm glad your girlfriend doesn't have a funny face." She says, making me laugh. "You are so pretty yourself." Eriona says to her, smiling. Jelena climbs off of my lap then walks back to her beanbag, staring at the floor as she smiles a little. She took it better than I thought she would've. I just knew I was about to have to go get my belt on her for throwing a crazy tantrum about it.

"What are we having for dinner? I can cook." Eriona offers. "Naw, baby. Just relax. I'm about to order some pizza and wings. I got a movie I wanna watch with y'all." I say. She leans in for a kiss then smiles at me. "Yucky. No kisses." Jelena fusses, making me laugh. "My bad, lil bit." I say. It's close to the time she usually takes her naps. I got some fucking to do when she does, so I can't wait.

MAJESTY

I finally got everything settled as far as switching hotels. I'm just heading back to our original hotel room at the Harrah's to get Shai. She didn't answer the phone. I don't know what the fuck she up there doing.

I unlock the room door then walk in. She knocked out under the covers with her scarf on. Her ass got on an old lady night gown looking like somebody's grandma in the bed and shit. She took all of her makeup off but I still haven't had the chance to look at her face without it good yet.

"Shai." I say, shaking her. She sits up, stretching. "What?" She groans. She must've already been waking up and trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. "It's finna get dark. We got some shit to do real quick. First, we gotta move everything to the Le Meridien across the street. Then, I got other stuff planned." I say. Since it's Saturday, I wanna take her on Bourbon Street later on.  If not, we can just do it tomorrow.

"You really changed the hotel since I think this room smells weird?" She asks. "Yeah. I think you just crazy though. It don't stink in this hoe." I say. "Yes it does. But what are we doing tonight? I'm not feeling my best." She admits. "Well, you don't wanna go out?" I ask. "I do, but I was just letting you know I'm still not feeling very well." She answers.

"We won't stay out late then. Get up and throw something on to move to the hotel across the street." I say. She climbs out of the bed. I'm looking at her face. Oddly, I like how she looks without the makeup on more than I like her with it. She look natural and just fine as hell. Darkskinned women be the best looking in my eyes anyway. She got some nice skin.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asks. "I just noticed you took all the makeup off for once." I answer. "Please, don't talk about me. I know I look a little weird without it." She says. "No the fuck you don't. If anything, you look better. Do me a favor and don't put none on tonight when I take you out." I say. "Why not?" She asks. "Cause you look good as hell without all that. You don't need it." I answer.

"Maybe. But um... can you please hand me my shorts? I'm gonna change into something better, by the way." She says. I hand her the pair of running shorts and tank top so she can hurry up and throw that on. I still can't believe my ass way in another state with this psycho ass girl of all people. What was I thinking?

I got the bags and the rental car moved to the other hotel. We're riding the elevator up to the fifteenth floor where our room is. "I'm so afraid of heights." Shai mumbles. "For what? You ain't about to fall to your death in an elevator." I say. "It's possible, Majesty. What if that happens to us?" She asks. "Naw, what if it happen to you? I'll be damned if I go out like that. Fuck I look like dying in an elevator? That shit suck ass." I answer, making her and some random white lady in here laugh.

"Shut the hell up. You're crazy. Nobody knows how they're going to die." She says. "I know, but I ain't dying a pussy. I wanna die on some G shit. Like, when I get old I wanna be fucking the shit out of a young bitch and die in the pussy." I say.

She sighs. "You just insist on wanting to be with other women. You openly flirt with other people, now you're talking about future sex sessions when you're old. Do me the biggest favor ever and don't kiss me ever again like you did in Memphis. You play games, at lot." She goes off. The white lady awkwardly looks away.

"Chill. You doing too much. I obviously was just joking with you. I haven't been flirting with nobody, so chill out. How Imma stop bitches from walking up and flirting with me?" I ask. "Okay. Since you're so single, I'm going to smile in the sexy guy's face. He works at the desk downstairs. He's very handsome." She says. I shrug my shoulders. I don't give not one fuck. That'll be a waste of time. She can't make me jealous over some nigga downstairs booking rooms and shit.

The doors open for us. I grab her hand as we step out of it. "Sir, why are you holding my hand?" She asks. "Cause I can." I answer, watching her roll her eyes. "Did the guy bring our bags up already?" She asks. "Yeah. I tipped him already." I answer, leading her around the corner to the room. I scan the card then look at her. "Close your eyes." I demand. "What? Why? Majesty, what if I trip and fall?" She asks. "Trip over what? Just close em." I demand. Her extra ass be getting on my damn nerves.

She covers her eyes with her hands while I lead her in the room. "Open." I say. She gasps as she looks around the room in shock. I got Nelly's song Dilemma playing on my speaker in here because that shit always reminded me of her bold ass fucking around on Drew with me. I decorated the room. There's rose pedals all over the floor and leading up to the bed. I got some hundreds out the bank and folded them into rose shapes. I learned how to do that shit when KeKe wanted everybody in the family to learn how to do origami and shit. I put all of them in a heart shape on the bed. It's $5,000.

I got a bottle of red wine for her and a bottle of 1800 for me with two glasses sitting next to them. I got a bunch of random red and pink balloons I got blown up while she was taking a nap at the other hotel. The room has a couch in front of the window. It's covered by shopping bags of shit I got for her.

"Majesty." She mumbles, crying a little. I'm nervous as fuck. This my first time ever doing something like this. If my family found out, I wouldn't hear the end of it. My niggas gon' flame my ass if I ever tell them.  "What you crying for?" I ask, pulling her in a hug. "I'm just shocked. My heart is beating so fast." She says, wiping her eyes.

"Don't be." I say, leading her to the bed. I grab the bottle of wine then open it. "Here." I say, handing her the glass I poured for her. "Thanks. It looks beautiful in here. Can I pretty please post pictures?" She asks. I raise my eyebrow. "Uh... yeah." I answer, trying to step out my comfort zone. She smiles wide as she takes pictures and videos for her Snapchat.

"What did you buy me gifts for? You've bought me more than enough." She says, smiling wide as she opens up some of the bags. "These are super cute, Majesty." She says, holding both of Fendi bags I got her. "Why did you do all of this?" She asks. "Cause I wanted to." I answer, watching her stop and stare at the smallest bag. It's just a small pink gift bag with a few ribbons on it. She opens it then pulls the box out. "Uh... Majesty, what's this?" She nervously asks while I record her. "Open it." I answer. "Oh my God!" She screams, staring at the fancy cut pink diamond ring in 18 Karat gold.

My heart is beating fast as fuck. I still can't even believe I'm here with her and I damn sure can't believe I really ordered her that shit after she spent the night at my crib the other day. She full blown crying as she stares at the ring. "What is this for? Oh my Gosh." She cries as her hands shake. Why she so fucking dramatic? It's just a ring. She better not reject that shit neither. A nigga dropped $51,000.00 on that bitch. I'll be damned if she don't put it on.

"What you shaking for? I mean... we here and I got you the ring." I say. I don't know how to word this shit. "What does it mean? I'm so surprised right now." She says, crying even harder. "It mean I care about you... I like you too. So, um... you gon' quit yo job and let me take care of you like I asked you to? You don't ever have to work again." I say. I feel nasty as fuck on the inside. What the hell she do to me?

"Are you serious? Why now?" She asks. "Cause I like you." I admit. "You only like me?" She asks. She pushing it. "I said I like you." I answer. "Just like? This isn't a gift you give someone you just like, Majesty. If you're going to continue to play with my feelings, I will not accepting this beautiful ring or these gifts." She says. "If you already know how I feel about you, why the fuck you keep on pressuring me to say it? I like you a whole lot. There, I said it." I say. She making me mad.

"Well, I love you." She says. "Good to know. Now, can you accept my ring and let me be yo nigga? I mean... can you let me take care of yo ass?" I ask. "Be my man or take care of me?" She asks, giggling. "Shaiann... stop it." I demand. "Be a man. You're bold and you're direct any other time. You can say what's on your mind when you're insulting me but not when it comes to the way you really feel? That sounds pretty cowardly to me." She says.

"Cowardly? Mane, you ought to know how I feel. If I didn't give a fuck about you, we wouldn't be here and I damn sure wouldn't be trying to force yo retarded ass to rock the ring I got you. I said I like you. What more do you want from me?" I ask. "First of all, you sound like Tyrese. Second of all, I want the uncut truth and not your little word games." She answers.

"I am not playing word games, Shai? You ruining my mood." I say. "You'll be fine. I'm waiting for the truth and nothing but the truth as far as the way you feel." She says. I walk over to her then kiss her lips. "I love yo dumb ass. There, I said it. I love you too, mane. You happy now?" I ask.

She smiles wide while tears roll down her cheeks. "I never imagined you saying this." She says. I blankly stare at her. "Take this shit slow. I ain't used to liking no girl like this." I say. I don't even know how I even ended up giving a damn about her in the first place. She was only a piece of pussy to me even though I always thought she was fine from the time Drew first got with her. I just never thought I would start caring and I damn sure didn't think I would love her.

"You loved Ashley. Stop acting like this is your first time loving a woman." She mumbles, seeming jealous. "Man, fuck that shit with Ashley. Yeah, I cut you off for her because you was with Drew regardless. That don't mean I quit giving a fuck about you." I say. Shai honestly means more to me than that snitch ass hoe.

I watch as she slides the ring on her finger. "What do you like about me?" She asks. "We not in middle school. Why you ask me that?" I ask, chuckling. "I just want to know." She answers. "Apparently, I like something about you if I'm fucking with you." I say.

She just staring at me now. "What?" I ask. She pulls her shorts and underwear down then straddles my lap. "I'm officially the happiest girl in the world. Is this a prank?" She asks. I chuckle. I ain't even about to answer no more of her dumb ass questions because I don't play pranks that involve a lot of my money at a time or rose pedals, period.

I lean in then kiss her cheek. I ain't too much into kissing, so I be hesitant with that shit. She leans in my face then kisses me on my lips, instantly putting her tongue in my mouth. I pick her up then lay her down on top of the money on the bed. She's moaning while I kiss down her neck. Getting Shai wet ain't ever hard because she stay ready for me to fuck her.

She grabs my face then goes back to tongue kissing me. It's one of those slow and wet kisses. "Damn, my dick so fuckin' hard." I mumble, spreading her legs. She bites her lip while I push my dick inside of her. Gotdamn, her pussy be so wet for me every single time.

We've been fucking for a while now. I honestly lost track of time. She climbs on top of me while I lay back. A nigga tired as fuck. It's her turn now. I watch as she rubs on her clit some while she slides down on my dick. "Shit." I mumble, closing my eyes while she rides me. She going up and down on my shit. She ain't riding too fast or too slow neither. It's the perfect pace.

"Gotdamn, Shai." I curse while she rides me wild as hell. She in her own zone going crazy on my dick. "Fuck... move back." I demand, grabbing her because I'm close to busting a nut. She pushes my hands away as she continues. I groan, nutting in her. She climbs off of me breathing heavily. Gotdamn, I stayed in her. It's like she had my body locked down under her to where I really couldn't move her quick enough.

"Wassup with you staying on my shit?" I ask. She shrugs her shoulders. "I wanted to please you." She answers. "Naw, please me by getting some birth control after tonight. Let's take a shower. We still stepping out tonight." say. Fuck it, I ain't pulling out no more tonight when we get back in here. That's what Plan B is for. Walgreens ain't too far from here.

DREW

"Mane... look at this shit." Sean says, walking in my kitchen while I sit at the table across from my girl. "What?" I ask. He shows me his phone. It's a video of Shai flashing a big ass ring. That hoe nice as fuck, I can't even lie. She posted videos of it with that irritating ass Queen Naija song called Medicine playing in the background. I chuckle, examining the ring. I know that bitch costed some money.

"Damn. Fuck she at?" I mumble, looking at all the roses and balloons in a hotel room. It's designer store bags on the couch and on the floor in front of it. I can't even lie, that shit nice as hell. I ain't ever did no shit like that for her when shit was going good between us. I ain't the romantic type.

I click the other video then chuckle. She laid up in the bed. Majesty got his arms wrapped around her kissing on her neck and shit while she still showing off the ring he got her. I click the other video. Majesty was recording it. She just got a towel wrapped around her body, laughing while she still flashes the ring. They got Lil Wayne's song Grown Man playing in the background.

"Gotdamn, that bitch didn't flash her fucking wedding ring that much when I actually married the hoe. He ain't doing shit but fucking and feeding her. That nigga don't give a fuck about her dumb ass." I mumble. That shit is crazy.

"Can you stop social media stalking her? Get a fucking divorce. I already made it clear that I am not playing second to your damn wife." Myia goes off on me. "Damn, shut up. You starting to get on my nerves more than Shai did when she was around. I never thought that would be possible. I couldn't stand Shai but all you do is bitch and moan about Reign and Shai every single time you come over here or to Vonte crib." Sean goes off on her.

"Chill the fuck out." I demand. I do agree with what he said, but that don't mean he can hop on her ass like that. I'm starting to want my relationship with her to be over with. All the whining over my exes is annoying as hell. She be talking more shit about what they did than I do like they did the shit to her. Jealousy is an ugly trait. The crazy thing is she don't even have nothing to be jealous about.

"Get your little brother. I'm just tired of hearing you complain abour your ex girlfriend all day. You act like you still love the girl and it's aggravating. Don't even let me get started on how I'm sick of hearing you go off about your wife who should be your ex wife by now cheated on you with somebody you're close to. Get the fuck over it. Your baby momma didn't tell you. Oh, well. Your wife moved on and loves the nigga, so what? She clearly wasn't meant to be with you. Some people are not meant to be with you for the long run. Those hoes are some of those people." She says.

I shake my head, raising my eyebrow as Ant and Jessica walk straight in my kitchen like they own this bitch. "Wassup?" Sean awkwardly asks, wondering how the hell they got in my house. "How the fuck ya'll get in this bitch? I didn't hear shit outside or the alarm." I say. They don't have no key neither. The hell they on?

They ignore me as Ant pulls out a chair at my table for Jessica. He sits down next to her then clears his throat. They came to this bitch dressed like they going to a business meeting. She got on a Fendi skirt with the matching black shirt and heels. He matching her in a black Fendi shirt and black slacks. The hell?

"Sean, get out." Jessica calmly says. "What y'all doing? I ain't leaving my brother." Sean says. Ant chuckles. "Suit yourself, lil nigga. Drew, you know what you did to deserve this meeting?" Ant asks. "Fuck what you here for. What the fuck ya'll doing in my crib?" I ask. Jessica smiles. "We ain't Majesty, sweetheart. We know how to handle you. So, don't get beside yourself." She says, still not answering the questions.

"Handle me? My nigga, what?" I ask. "What's this I heard about you calling around stirring up bullshit, huh?" Ant asks. "And what's this shit I heard about you and Reign? Look me in my eyes and talk shit about my daughter." He says. The nigga seems more serious than usual, but I don't fear no man and I never will.

"Y'all can fuckin' leave." I say. "Right. Who the fuck are y'all supposed to be? Don't come over here dressed like some fake ass gangster couple just to run your mouths." Myia says. "Myia, stop." Sean demands. "Fuck them." She says. "I knew it, Ant." Jessica says, laughing as she stares at Myia. "Knew what? What the fuck ya'll want? If y'all not over here to handle shit, leave." I say.

"I knew I heard this lil bitch voice before. You told your nigga you got my number out his phone and called me making threats?" Jessica calmly asks Myia. Myia looks at me, seeming nervous. "You did what?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. I didn't know she did that. "And? It ain't like you'll do shit about it." Myia says. Ant chuckles. My eyes widen as he pulls his gun out. This crazy ass nigga just shot my girl in her chest like it was nothing.

She in the floor choking on her own blood and crying. "Nigga, fuck is wrong with you?" I yell, standing up. "Let it be a lesson, Drew. You think I give a fuck about yo gotdamn life, nigga? I let you slide too many times. Remember who the hell you fuckin' with." He says, shooting her in her head and putting her out her misery.

I'm too shocked to say shit or move. Him and Jessica left like they didn't just come kill my girl for making threats. "Bruh... I didn't think they would do that. What we supposed to do with her body?" Sean panics, pacing the floor. I was fed up with her but she didn't need to die. I don't even know where to go from here. I don't even know what to do right now.

KEKE

I just walked in my house. It's real quiet in here. Damn, Nariah didn't cook shit? I don't force her to work. She only goes to work two days out of the week because she be bored when I'm working. She didn't have shit to do today. So, it ain't no reason for me to be coming home to no food cooked.

I walk in the kitchen. What the hell? It ain't nothing on the counter but an empty container that had some mashed potatoes for Kenari in it. "Nariah?" I yell, walking out of the kitchen and to the stairs. I walk up them then open the door to my daughter's room. She ain't in here in her crib.

I walk out then to my bedroom. Kenari is asleep on my bed. I glance at the suitcase, duffel bag, and pink MCM suitcase Nariah puts Kenari's stuff in when we travel. "Where the fuck you going?" I ask Nariah as she walks out of the bathroom. She dressed in a pair of Nike leggings, a T- shirt, and some flip flops. Her Beats headphones are around her neck too. "I'm going to the airport and I'm leaving." She bluntly answers.

"Hold up, mane, what? You leaving for what? You my wife. Fuck you mean you up and leaving?" I ask. "Am I really your wife? Kentasia, move. I'm taking Kenari and going to Miami with my friends." Nariah says. "Hell naw. All of your friends some hoes, mane. No. What you need to go to Miami with they single asses for like you ain't a wife?" I ask. "Shut the fuck up. You go out with your nasty, hoe ass brothers and fuck around on me like I'm not your damn wife!" She goes off.

"What the hell you mean?" I ask. "Don't play stupid. I know everything. I know about how you took some bitch from the club and to a hotel. Don't say you didn't because I was sent a picture of your ass lying in the bed naked and asleep. What the hell is wrong with you? Do you think it's okay to cheat on your wife?" She yells. Fuck.

"Nariah, that was before we got married, baby." I say. "You are fucking lying! You had your wedding ring on in the picture!" She cries, punching my chest. "How could you cheat on me with some tall ass Amazon looking stripper?" She yells. "I'm sorry, Nariah. It was a mistake. I don't even go out no more. I want you only." I say. "You are just like your damn father." She says.

I frown, thinking about it. "No I ain't. Mane, hear me out. You ain't going to Miami and you ain't leaving me. We finna work this out." I say. "No, we are not! What do we have to talk about?  You obviously want to be single! You already broke your gotdamn vows!" She hollers in my face.

I wrap my arms around her, trying to calm her down while she cries. "Nariah, don't leave. On everything I love I was drunk off my ass and it just happened." I try to explain. "You booking a hotel room and fucking a damn stripper in that hotel is not a mistake or something that just happened, nigga. That was a decision. I'm going to Miami, like I said." She says.

"Baby, no. Let's work it out. I'll never in my life hurt you no more." I say. She ignores me as she grabs her bags. "Enjoy yourself. Go act like you aren't somebody's father and husband." She says, picking my daughter up. "Stop. You not taking her to no damn Miami and you not going neither." I say. She ignores me as she storms out of our bedroom. How the fuck did she even find out?

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