"I thought you'd always be there for me, yeah, yeah. But if you ask me if I knew better now, hell yeah." - Ciara

MAJESTY

"Bitch, your mouth raggedy like you been chewing on some fucking rocks. Gotdamn, yo shit fucked up." I say to my nigga Qua. He over at me and Noble's place trying to talk shit. "Hell naw, you look like a soft ass girl." he says. "If he look like a soft ass girl, that mean I look like one too. Shut yo yuck mouth ass up." Noble says, looking up from his phone. We been cool with Qua since we were eleven and we all twenty two now. Time really be flying like crazy.

"Y'all lame as hell." I say, leaning back on our black leather couch. Me and Noble moved out when we turned twenty. Our parents got us a bachelor pad and we be in this bitch live as hell. "Y'all ever wondered what it's like to have sex with a Korean woman?" I ask. "Nigga, what?" Noble asks, laughing. "I'm dead ass. They so fine, bruh. I wonder how they pussy look." I say. "That shit probably pink like some raw meat, bruh." I add.

"You slow as fuck. Imma sign yo lonely ass up on Black People Meet and find you a Korean." Qua says. "Nigga, shut yo slow ass up. Why would Korean women be on Black People Meet? You slow as fuck." I say, throwing the couch pillow at this stupid ass nigga. "They could be looking for some big black cock but y'all niggas not all the way black like me so of course y'all nuts don't hang the same." Qua says, laughing. "You gay as fuck. We don't give a fuck about how yo dick is." Noble says, standing up.

"Where you finna go?" I ask. "Reign outside. She texted me and I'm finna let her in." he says. I nod my head, watching him walk out of here. "No offense but y'all sister fine as fuck." Qua says. "She don't want you, G." I say. "Who she want then?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders. I don't keep up with Reign and her love life. She could be dating a flower pot and I wouldn't even know nothing about it.

"Hey Majesty!" Reign exclaims, smiling wide as she walks in here. I stand up then hug my lil sister. I haven't seen her in a few days. All of us grew closer when we became adults because growing up, it was always so much drama and tension. We all just be chilling now. Ever since my parents got back together and became peaceful, shit got easier on us.

"Wassup? Where the rest of yo shorts at?" I ask, examining the black and white booty shorts she got on. "What's wrong with them? I'm grown." she says. I shake my head no. "Go change." I demand. "Nigga, I'm twenty one and you ain't daddy. Go on somewhere." she says. "You dressed like a thot. I should not be able to see your nipples through whatever the fuck type of belly showing ass tank top you got on." I say. "Majesty, I'm not a whore and it's just an outfit." she says. "Yeah, it's just an outfit that make you look  like a slut and I don't like it." I tell her straight up.

I don't care how old she is. If my sister looking like she one of those women who fuck everybody moving, Imma keep it real with her. I ain't no yes man. I don't have these problems with LaLa cause she think she a nigga, Dream too young to pick her own clothes, and so is Serenity. She the only one who gotta come out the house like it ain't weird ass, pervert niggas out there lurking.

"I don't look like a slut. Why can't y'all just respect the fact I'm an adult? Dude, I'm twenty one and I don't need permission from you to wear this." she says. "I like yo outfit, Reign." Qua flirts with her, grinning. "See, somebody likes it." she says, smiling. "Quit gassing her up. You know she look like a hoe. Real talk, if you finna look like you sell pussy, leave." I demand.

She sighs. "Majesty, why are you so overprotective?" she asks. "You must be forgetting all the reasons you gave the whole family to be overprotective when it come to you?" I ask. "I was a teenager, Majesty. I'm not that girl anymore so relax." she demands. "That would make sense if Presley didn't get locked up for shooting a young nigga who followed you around on some creep shit when you came out the house dressed like a whole thot a couple years ago." I tell her. "And you was almost twenty, an adult." I add.

My lil brother Presley caught a whole attempted murder charge for shooting some nigga Reign met at a party. The story is, she was dressed like a hoe and got drunk and met some nigga. Dude followed her out the party to her car. She got scared and sent a text to Presley of all niggas telling him a nigga was trying to do something to her. People at the party saw her all drunk and kissing that nigga outside. By the time Presley got there, he thought dude was trying to rape her ass when he kept on following her and shit so he snapped and shot the nigga in the chest. He didn't die so Presley still caught an attempted murder charge.

"Don't bring that shit up. I was drunk and younger." she says. "Yeah, and you was an adult and you was dressed like a slut just like you are right now. You talking about don't bring it up like this mane ain't been locked up since that day cause of yo shit." I tell her straight up. "Lighten up, Majesty. Damn, hop up off her." Qua defends her.

"Nigga, shut the fuck up." I demand, getting irritated. "Chill out. Reign, we know you grown and all that but this mane just trying to look out for you. You know we won't lie to you. You look like you wearing some lingerie." Noble says. "Exactly. Apparently, I'm a problem when I tell her that shit." I say, shaking my head. "No, you just hopping on my ass like I'm your damn daughter and we ain't finna do none of that. Don't nobody judge your ass, so shut the fuck up!" she goes off.

"I didn't judge you! I just told you you looking like a hoe!" I snap back on her. The fuck she thought? Reign so fucking extra and annoying to this day. No matter how old a person gets, some things will never change and that's what I learned having Reign as a sister. She'll always do the most no matter how minor the issue is.

"Okay, if I'm comfortable, let me wear what I want!" she hollers. I stand up. "Get the fuck out if you finna do all that extra bullshit cause I ain't with none of yo fuck shit, Reign." I demand. Talking to her is like talking to yourself cause she don't listen. She rolls her eyes. "Naw, cause apparently a nigga just judging you so get the fuck out." I add, waiting on her to leave.

"Naw, she not leaving. Reign, just change." Noble says. "I'm not going all the way back to my place just to change cause Majesty don't approve. Fuck no, that ain't happening." she says, raising her eyebrow. "Okay? You got clothes over here from last year, mane. This shit so unnecessary. Just change." Noble demands. She sighs then walks out of here and to the back. "Damn, she respect Noble and not you." Qua says, chuckling.

"Nigga, leave." I demand. He chuckles as he stands up. "Give yo sexy ass sister my number, bruh." he says. "Hell naw. I'll never let my sister fuck with a nigga with fucked up teeth. When you invest in some braces or some dentures or some shit, I'll think about it." Noble jokes, making me laugh.

Qua starts laughing as he grabs his PlayStation controller he brought over here. "Mane, fuck you." he says. "Forreal, hit me up later on. I'm trynna go to this college party and fuck with some hoes." he adds. "Bet." Noble says. "Jaylah finna body yo ass." I warn him. "Fuck that shit. I ain't with her so Imma do me." he says. Those two be on some other shit every single day but that's them. I'm still tripping as Noble follows him out to lock the door. They dumb as hell.

Noble walks back in here then sits down on the table. "Fuck is you sitting on the table for?" I ask. "Nigga, this my table too. Why you get on her ass like that in front of company, mane?" he asks. "Bill Gates could've been sitting there and I still would've said that shit." I answer. "Bruh, you can't be putting her on the spot infront of folks like that." He says. "Well, you sugar coat with her ass on yo own time then." I tell him. He shakes his head.

She just walked back in here wearing a Versace shirt and some jeans she left over here a long time ago. "So, father, is this more suitable?" she sarcastically asks me. "Mane, shut up. You need to go burn that shit you had on." I tell her. "Hop up off my young nigga." Noble says, laughing and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "Thank you for being the better twin, Noble. I greatly appreciate it cause Mr. Majesty just a straight up ass hole." she says. "Let me be one then." I say.

My phone starts ringing. "Baby momma calling?" Reign jokes. I throw my middle finger up then answer it. "I need you to come get yo son." she says. "For what? I got shit to do today and you don't do nothing. Why I gotta come get Major?" I ask, referring to my two year old son. I wish a thousand times I didn't fuck this ghetto bitch cause she be making my life a living hell. 

"Major need his fuckin' daddy, so come get yo son!" she snaps on me. "Mane, Precious, I just said I got shit to do! You don't even work, bruh, you on welfare and you balling off money I throw yo way for my son!" I snap back on her. "I got shit to do! Me and Shemiyah going to the club so you finna babysit." she says. "Girl, he ain't shit but a deadbeat anyway." I hear her ratchet ass bestfriend say in the background.

I take a deep breath. "Tell that cheap ass, tilapia smelling pussy having ass bitch to get the fuck out my business. I just told yo ass I got shit to do." I say. "Do what? You finna go stick yo dick in the next bitch? Come get Major! Them hoes can wait!" she yells. "The club can wait too." I tell her.

She so gotdamn ghetto, even the way she talks gets under my skin. "We already established that I ain't getting him today or tomorrow cause I got shit to do. You already knew that, so why the fuck you calling me like we didn't agree to this shit?" I ask. "Me and my bitches wanna hit the club. If you was a real daddy, you would come get his ass." she says. "Don't try me like that. You know I'm a good father. I'm just not finna come get him on my day I got shit planned. Everyday you dropping him off to me and ion say shit but I got something to do and I already told you that shit. Chill the fuck out and be a fucking momma for once." I go off.

"Bitch, I am a mother!" she yells. "Hardly." I tell her. "Fuck you! I'm on my way and you finna watch his ass!" she yells. "Precious, don't bring him over here! How many times I gotta say I got shit planned? Damn, I wish I never fucked yo stupid ass when I was drunk!" I yell. She make me hate my gotdamn life sometimes. I don't regret my son but I regret who his momma is. If I could go back, I never would've flirted with her ass at the hotel set I went to.

"Well, you fucked me, bitch! Yo daddy really should've wore a condom and your momma should've never fucked his ass when they made your deadbeat, trifling ass! Now, like I said, I'm on my way with your fuckin' son and you better get him!" she yells, then hangs up. I throw my phone into the wall. I'm mad as hell.

"Damn, what she talking about today?" Noble asks. My baby momma stay bringing bullshit over here. "I wish I never fucked that bitch, mane. Ion even know what the fuck I was thinking. She talking about she wanna go to the club with them dumb ass bitches and shit like what I got going on ain't important. Bruh, I send money to this bitch every single week and then I go pick Major up damn near every time the bitch wanna go out and be a hoe with her friends and she wanna call me a deadbeat? Mane, hell naw. On my life, if that bitch wasn't my son momma, I would've killed that hoe." I go off. I'm so mad, my head spinning.

"Calm down." Reign demands. "Fuck calming down. This hoe been making me miserable from the very moment she found out she was pregnant. Gotdamn, I do everything for Major. She the mothafucka who really a deadbeat if we being real about it." I say. "Just make the best of it." Reign mumbles. "How, Reign? I'm miserable as fuck with this bitch in my life!" I snap.

Somebody starts ringing the doorbell back to back. "You already know that's her. I'll get it." Noble says, walking out. "Reign, I swear this hoe don't need to say shit to me." I warn her. I don't hit women but I be ready to just beat the fuck out her ass and do the time for the shit. That's how mad she be making me with the stuff she say and do when it come to Major.

She storms in here with her bestfriend holding him. "Give me my son and get the fuck out." I demand. "Give me some money. Me and my bitches wanna get shots, so give me some money." she demands. "Bitch, what? The only thing my brother will give you money for is Major, not for you and your lil raggedy ass friends to get drunk and look for the next rich nigga to accidentally  knock you up and get stuck with this shit. Fuck up outta here." Reign goes off.

"Bitch, who you calling raggedy though? Broke ass." Shemiyah yells. "Mane, Precious, you dropping off the baby or not?" Noble asks. "The fuck you think I'm here for? Get yo bitch ass brother before I put some niggas on his lil gay ass!" Precious says. "Gay? Bitch, you and all yo friends sit around licking each other pussy all the time, so miss me with that shit!" I snap. She got me fucked up. "If you dropping Major off, give him to Majesty and get the fuck out! Is that so hard?" Reign yells.

"Hoe, I'm bout sick of you. That's why it's rumors about yo hoe ass out there." Shemiyah says, laughing. "Bitch, I don't give a shit about what you and the rest of the broke mothafuckas around you say about me. I'm so sick of y'all ghetto bitches causing problems. Like, damn. Precious, get yo deadbeat mother ass out and take the cigarette burns having bitch with you." Reign demands.

"Yeah, whateva. Majesty, Imma get you fucked up. Believe that." she says. I take my son out her arms. "Don't make Major become a motherless child, stupid ass hoe." I warn her. She rolls her eyes. "Let's go, Shemiyah. I'm through talking to these bitch ass mothafuckas. Let's go." Precious demands, strutting out of here with her cheap ass, old ass, fake ass, outdated ass coach purse hanging off her shoulder. "Dumb bitch." Noble says, following them to lock the door.

All of us are sitting in the living room in silence now. I'm holding Major and he just staring. "Ain't it crazy how babies be so innocent in a room full of bullshit?" I ask my brother and sister. "Yeah. That's true." Reign agrees. "You and her need to quit doing all that in front of him." Noble says. "I feel you, bruh." I agree with him.

They just don't understand how it feel to be stuck with somebody like Precious. She damn near a package deal because not only do I have to put up with her, I have to deal with her loud, annoying friends who always throwing in their input as if I got them nasty hoes pregnant too.

"Why won't you take her to court and get custody?" Reign asks. I shake my head no. "I don't even wanna do that. I swear it'll be like opening Pandora's box. Plus, you know I be having too much going on." I answer. "No offense, but Jessie had Jelena when he was eighteen and he a single parent and don't bitch about it. Don't you think he got shit he be wanting to do but can't do because he a real parent? You don't have an excuse. If you know Major ain't living in the best environment, why won't you make it better for him and take that bitch to court?" Reign asks.

"Be real, would Jessie have custody of Jelena if Aliana didn't die? Hell naw. Quit trying to judge the decision I'm making, Reign. Don't come at me like I'm no fucked up ass nigga that don't love his son." I say. "I didn't come at you like nothing, I just kept it real with you." She says. "Mane, mind your business. You been pissing me off since you even got over here. Go have a baby then tell me what to do with mine." I say. "Majesty, chill." Noble demands, glaring at me. "You know I had two miscarriages, so why would you say something like that?" Reign screams.

Major starts crying and staring at her. I lift him up then kiss his forehead. "Don't cry, mane. Auntie Reign just a dumb ass." I tell him as if he understand  what I'm saying to him. "The fact that you think that was okay is fucked up!" she snaps, snatching her purse off the table. "I'm not going back and forth with yo ass about some shit I didn't even do. Mane, I never said shit about the miscarriages." I tell her.

"I get what he was saying, Reign. All he was saying is that you can't really tell him about this shit cause you don't know what it's like to have no baby by that bitch." Noble explains. "See, you hear what you wanna hear, Reign." I say. My sister so fucking argumentative and I'm not even feeling none of the shit.

She plops down on the couch. "Noble, are you going to Drew's party tomorrow?" she asks. "Bruh, that party not tomorrow. It's tonight." he says. "What? Momma and daddy gave me an invitation and said it's tomorrow." she panics. "Naw, it's tonight in like three hours. I'm going though." he answers. She stands up. "Imma ride with you then. I did not know it was tonight. They gave me the wrong date. I need to go find something to wear and do something to my hair and makeup." she says in one breath.

"When you and Drew start back talking? Didn't y'all end that shit when you was sixteen?" I ask her. I'm caught off guard by that. "I haven't talked to him. He posted an old picture on Twitter of us and somebody asked me about it. I mentioned it to momma and daddy then they told me he gave them an invitation for me to go to his party. Should I go?" she asks. I shrug my shoulders. "If you want to. That teenage shit don't even matter no more, y'all grown as hell." Noble says. "Hell yeah. He probably don't even remember half the crazy shit." I say.

"I tried to forget about him. I really tried to force myself to forget who he is." She admits. "You can't ever forget a nigga you carried a whole baby for and was so in love with. I remember my first love, Touri like that shit was yesterday and I was a young nigga then and haven't talked to her ass since I was bout seventeen. It's just impossible to forget about somebody who made you feel some type of way for the first time." Noble says. "I can't relate. I just do relations, not relationships." I say. "Exactly why you got a crazy ass baby momma now." Noble says, laughing.

I sigh then stand up holding my son. "Imma go lay him down. I wanna go to the party but obviously, I got other shit to handle."i tell them. "See if somebody will babysit." Reign says. "The whole family probably going to this nigga party, y'all know that young nigga bringing the whole state out for his shit." I say. "KeKe ain't going and ion think Jessie is neither cause he watching Amari, LaLa, Tae, Sage, and Serenity for momma and dad." Noble says. "Shit, let me call this nigga. I'll be back." I say, handing my son to Noble. I'm trying to get out, clear my mind, and maybe duck off with a bad bitch or two tonight. Is that shit too much to ask for?

NOBLE

I just got to Jaylah's apartment. I'm sitting in the parking lot debating on if I even want to go up or not. It's always something with her ass. We a couple but we ain't a couple at the same time. The only reason  we still together is because she won't let my ass go and I be feeling obligated to stick with her cause she still means a lot to me but it's just pure hell with her now.

So much can happen in five years and I learned that shit first time. We were happy as fuck until we started fucking a lot. It's like that shit made her crazy as hell. If I even looked at another woman for a quick second, she was ready to shut the whole damn place down and that jealousy shit not cool.

I get out my car then jog up the stairs leading to hers. I got a key already. I unlock the door then walk in, closing and locking the door behind me. "Jay?" I yell. All I hear is loud ass music playing. I kick my shoes off then walk to the back of her three bedroom apartment. One room is set up like a fitness center and that's where she is right now, lifting some weights and listening to Lil Kim rap about how she used to be scared of the dick or some shit.

"Wassup?" I ask her. She stops exercising then looks at me. "Why you dressed up? Where are you going?" she asks. I sigh. I already know she about to be mad at me for not asking her to be my date to the party. "To Drew party." I answer. She steps back a little. "You didn't think I wanted to go? So, which bitch you bringing as your date this time like you did at your little brother's party?" she asks, rolling her eyes. Tae just turned fifteen and I brought a bitch as my date and Jaylah got all butt hurt when ol girl posted the pictures on Twitter.

"I ain't bringing nobody except Reign." I tell her. "What's your problem? First, you broke up with me but that don't stop you from popping up over here and fucking me and disappearing when I'm asleep whenever you feel like it. What I do that was that bad?" she asks. "Jaylah, you love pretending like you don't stay creating problems and shit. You can't say you new to being in a relationship no more cause we been at this shit for five years and some months and you got worse over time. You damn near unbearable with the bullshit. No nigga wanna hear nobody whining all the time for no reason. You supposed to be my peace of mind, not my headache." I tell her straight up.

"You give me reasons to be upset and whine as you call it, so quit pretending like I'm just the issue and you played no part in it." she says. "How? How I give you a reason to get mad at me soon as the damn sun rise, bruh? Please, tell me what I did." I demand. I really wanna hear this shit. I don't provoke her at all.  "You're too friendly. Like, you too nice and that shit is annoying." she says. I look at her crazy. "The fuck? You know how you sound? Would you rather me treat you how I treat hoes I don't give a fuck about? You rather a nigga who'll never consider how you feel and will beat yo ass or something?" I ask. Females so backwards.

"No, I never said that. I'm saying you're too nice to other women." she says. "How? I am now cause me and you ain't no couple no more but everybody know I straight up ignored any female who came my way trying to talk to me from the moment me and you got together when I was seventeen. I didn't ever give you no reason to believe I wanted them bitches." I say.  "You were always overly friendly. What the fuck did you need to hold doors for other women and smile and nod your head at them in public for?" she snaps. "That's common courtesy, Jaylah, not me being too friendly, bruh! I'm sorry if my momma raised me to hold the door for women coming in somewhere before and after me, the hell? Doing that and speaking to be polite is common ass courtesy." I tell her.

She rolls her eyes. "Don't even let me get started on your momma." she mumbles. I raise my eyebrow. "See, now you got me fucked up. What about her?" I ask. "I love her and have nothing against her, but Noble, if I was your woman, why is it that every single time you made a decision, you had to run it by your momma first? You a grown ass man and you acted like you needed her approval when it came to everything. Like I said, I love her, but you include her in all our shit like that's who you in a relationship with." she says.

"How? No the fuck I didn't ask her for no damn approval. I'm grown as hell and my momma refuse to hop up in any of me and my siblings relationships and shit, so you lying." I say. She love making shit something that it's not. I could try to vent to my momma right now about Jaylah pissing me off and she'll end the conversation and tell me how she don't wanna know cause I'm grown and she got her own shit to worry about. My momma do not wanna have shit to do with it, so she lying.

'Whatever you say, Noble." she says, sighing. "Me swinging by my momma house to see her almost everyday and calling and talking to her don't have shit to do with our relationship. I tell her about what I be having going on or planned but I damn sure don't ask for her approval cause I don't give a fuck about her approval when it come to us. This my business, not hers." I say.

"Whatever. You've given me reasons not to trust you. You started acting funny towards me, you changed your password to your phone, you wouldn't give me a key to your place, and you stopped coming over as much too." she says. "Cause this right here is all you wanna do. You just wanna go off on my ass and tell me how I'm wrong about everything like yo shit don't stink." I say. She sighs. "Okay, Noble. You're never wrong." she says. "Naw, when I'm wrong, I always apologize. You just be trying to force me to feel bad about shit I didn't even do, bruh. I ain't no bitch made ass nigga so I'm not gone bow down and apologize when I know I didn't do no wrong." I tell her.

"Whatever. I'm also trying to understand why you feel like it's alright for you to act like we together and then act like we ain't the next day. You come over and chill with me, fuck me and having me thinking we back on the right track, and then not even a whole day later, you somewhere laid up with the next bitch. I don't know why I let you do this shit to me." she says, breaking down crying.

"You love playing with my emotions. You do shit to me that niggas do to hoes. You act like what we had never even mattered to you and like I'm just nobody!" she cries. I wrap my arms around her. "Jaylah, come on, baby, don't do that. You know I hate when you cry, mane. Please, quit." I beg her. She shoves me away from her. "Move, Noble, because you sitting here holding me and calling me baby will only lead to you fucking me then leaving me in this bitch lonely later on and not answering your phone while you somewhere laid up with one of these bitches! I am sick and tired of wondering where the fuck I'm going wrong!" she screams at me.

"Jaylah, my bad if you feel like that." I say. "That's not even an apology that's genuine. Bye, Noble. I'll just find somebody who loves me forreal because apparently, I wasted five years plus on a nigga who don't even appreciate me and don't give a shit about the way I feel. I'm too good of a woman to cheapen myself by letting you continuously play me like this." she says, crying hard as hell. I swear this shit is a never ending cycle with her ass.

"Jaylah, you know I love you. You mean so much to me. I just think we need to leave this shit alone for a minute cause it's just going downhill and I don't wanna be into it with you. You ain't a problem or nothing, I just feel like this shit just keep getting worse." I admit. "Fine. Just leave then." she demands. I take a deep breath. "Get dressed. Imma take you to the party." I say. "No. Go to the party with somebody else like you always do. It's fine." she says. "Jaylah, get dressed. I'll call Reign and tell her Imma take you and she'll understand. Hurry up, though, cause we gotta go." I say.

I really don't want to bring her because I already know we'll be arguing over something small as hell as soon as we get in the building. "Whatever." she says, walking out. I follow her out of here and into her bedroom. "Why did you never propose to me?" she asks, going through her closet. "Because we not ready for that shit." I answer truthfully. She doesn't say anything as she pulls out a gold dress. I love the fuck out that dress. It be showing all the right shit.

I walk in the bathroom as she takes her shower. "What do you want?" she asks me as I pull the shower curtain back. "I would get in but I ain't trying to be late." I answer. "You can't get in no way. I'm not trying to deal with your up and down bullshit." she says. I step back a little, watching her feel on herself. My mouth slightly drops, watching her play with her pussy. "Why you gotta do all that to fuck with my head?" I ask her, watching her moan.

I've just been standing here for damn near ten minutes watching her do this shit. She grips the wall, moaning hard. "You busted a nut yet, lil dude?" I joke. She ignores me as she catches her breath. She grabs my face then shoves her fingers in her mouth, making me suck it off. I look at her crazy. "You could've gave me a warning." I say, wiping my mouth. She became freaky as hell and I never thought I would get tired of getting pounced on by a female until she came along fucking me all the time.

She just got dressed. She looking too right. "Can you take my picture?" she asks, handing me her phone. I step back, watching her pose. I take a few pictures then give it back. "You trying to find another nigga this fast?" I ask. "You jealous?" she asks. "Naw, cause my name all over that regardless. I'm just asking cause you just feeling the fuck out of yourself." I tell her. "You're weird. You don't wanna be with me but you'll act a fool if I give another man the time of day. Typical Noble shit." she says, chuckling.

I shake my head, watching her grab her purse. I always have admired her confidence but damn, it sky rocketed ever since she lost weight. She used to cry to me about not wanting to be big even though I never had an issue  with the size of her cause she real. I decided to workout with her every single day and she lost a hundred something pounds. She still is curvy, her stomach is just flat now. She got a fat ass, big titties, a flat stomach, and some sexy ass hips now. She just be feeling the fuck out of herself and be quick as hell to threaten to talk to one of the niggas who approach her now.

We on the way to the venue now. "Noble, will you be mad if I start meeting new people?" she asks. "No." I answer. "You sure?" she asks. I nod my head yes. "I won't like it because we been at it for so long but I can't force you to not live your own life." I answer. "You always making something harder than it has to be. If you want to make it work, just say it." she says, looking at herself in the car mirror. I ignore her as I drive. I don't want to hear that right now.

I just pulled up to the VIP area where the valet is. The dude opens the door to my blue Lamborghini Aventador. "How ya doing?" he greets me. "I'm good." I answer, handing him my keys. He gives me a ticket to keep for when I come back to get my car. He opens Jaylah's door then greets her.

I grab her hand then walk to the entrance. "It's so many people here." she says. I nod my head in agreement, trying so hard to not openly stare at all the beautiful women walking in the VIP. I like how Drew got this shit. The whole side is for ballers to get in and the other end is a long ass line for just people he invited out here and not to VIP. I guess he gave out two different invitations.

We walk in the building. It's strippers sliding from poles that's tall as the ceiling and doing all types of flexible shit in those lil hoop things they be having and shit. The music right, it's alcohol and weed everywhere, and I see so many beautiful women. I know I probably met some of them growing up when my dad was handling all the drug shit.  A lot of these folks in here grew up with drug dealing parents just like I did cause I recognize a few of them.

"You good?" I ask Jaylah. She nods her head yes. "I just haven't been to nothing this elaborate before." she admits. I nod my head. If she wasn't with me, I would be getting fucked up and fucking the shit out of somebody by now. These women in here just beautiful as hell.

I lead her to some stairs where the security is. He nods his head then lets me up. Everybody know who I am cause of my parents. I hold Jaylah's hand as we walk up the stairs where Drew and my Uncle Vonte are with a few other people they fuck with and some fine ass women too. "Wassup? Glad you made it, my nigga. What's good, Jaylah?" Drew asks, shaking my hand. "Happy Birthday!" Jaylah exclaims, hugging him.

"I appreciate it, mane. Where everybody else at?" he asks me. "My parents coming when they get done with whatever date they going on, Majesty coming once he drop Major off, Jessie ain't coming, KeKe got some shit to do unless he change his mind, and ion know bout Reign." I answer. "How she been, bruh?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders. "She good. She say you randomly posted a picture of y'all." I say, chuckling. He starts laughing. "Mane, I didn't put that shit on there. I didn't even know I still had that shit in my old phone. Don't even let me get started on who posted that and why." he says, shaking his head.

"Huh? You didn't post it?" I ask. "Hell naw. I ain't no weird ass nigga who be reminiscing about old shit. It's a long story but I'm glad you made it, my nigga." he says. I nod my head. Jaylah opens her purse then hands him the small gift box and card I went and got. I watch as he opens it. "My nigga." he says, shaking my hand. I got him a gold, diamond encrusted presidential Rolex with the red face and a card with five hundred dollars in it. "No problem, bruh." I say.

My phone starts ringing. It's Reign. "Wassup?" I ask. "I ain't coming cause I don't wanna come alone and I'm at the mall having plenty of trouble finding something to wear." she says. "Aight. Be safe." I say. I figured she wasn't reallyh showing up. That shit ain't a shocker. "Okay. Love you." she says. "You too." I tell her, then hang up. "Reign ain't coming." I tell him. He nods his head, talking to some fine ass woman. I can't help but to stare at her.

"Who is this?" she asks. "This my nigga Noble and his girl Jaylah. Y'all, this Layla." he introduces us. "Is this your girlfriend?" Jaylah asks, raising her eyebrow. "Hell naw, just my friend." he answers. I pull him to the side. "Wassup?" he asks. "Me and Jaylah not together. Distract her so I can get down on yo friend." I say. He shakes his head no. "Hell naw, I ain't getting in that shit. You can't have her here like she yo girl then be flirting with Layla. She fine but she ain't fucking with Jaylah in no other way, nigga. She can't even cook." he says, laughing. "So?I got chef money." I say, making him laugh.

"Nigga, I ain't stopping you but I wouldn't even waste my time on Layla. She just fine as hell but she can't cook, clean, and she want a baller to take her out the hood. Don't be like Majesty, my nigga." he says, laughing. "Hell naw. She can't be that bad." I say. "She cool as hell but she slick slow as a mothafucka. Bruh, her ass ain't even know how to put shoes on her own baby." he says. "What? She got a child?" I ask. "Three of em and they all by different drug dealers. Bruh, she cool and I fuck with her but she ruin niggas lives. If you don't ever remember nothing I ever told yo tampon head ass, remember not to fuck with that bitch." he says, then walks off to mingle with some people he know.

I walk back over to Jaylah and Layla. "I'm Layla. It's really a pleasure to meet you." she says, giving me a seductive look, damn near making my dick hard. That's how fine she is. "Okay, well, if you finna sit here and flirt, don't let me interrupt." Jaylah snaps, storming away from me. Gotdamnit. Layla chuckles a little. "Your girl seems angry." she says, smirking a little. "We ain't no couple. Wassup with you?" I ask, looking her up and down. "Just wondering the same about you." she answers, smiling, displaying some perfect ass teeth.

"Give me yo number and Imma hit you up and go from there." I tell her, pulling my phone out my pocket. I unlock it then hand it to her. I watch her type her number in while biting her glossed lip. She hands it back. "You better call me." she says, putting her hand on my shoulder. "I will." I assure her. Kelly Rowland's song Motivation starts playing. She smiles a little then turns around. I look down at her ass while she slowly grinds on my dick to the rhythm of the song. I wrap my arms around her waist, grinding behind her. Gotdamn, her ass so soft.

The song ends. She turns back around then kisses me on my cheek. "Use my number." she whispers, sashaying away from me. Gotdamn, she bad as hell. I wanna fuck the shit out of her. I look around, searching for Jaylah. "She over there, dumb ass." I hear Majesty say. I look at him. "The fuck? When you get here?" I ask my twin brother. This nigga came from nowhere. "When you was dancing with Layla and when Jaylah stormed off in tears cause you slow as hell." he answers. "How you know Layla?" I ask. "Do not fuck with her. I seen her hang out with my baby momma a few times so you ought to know she ain't about shit, she just look good." he says. I nod my head then delete her number. If Majesty telling me not to fuck with a bitch, it must be really something wrong cause this nigga will fuck anybody.

I walk over to where Jaylah is standing in a corner drinking vodka and cranberry juice, her favorite while texting or something. "Get out my face! I'm so through with you! I got somebody on the way to get me, I don't even want to see you!" she yells. She look mad as hell. "Calm down." I demand. She slaps the fuck out of me then throws her drink in my life. "If I would've done you like that, you'd be killing me and the nigga! Fuck you!" she screams, storming off. Damn, why I even do that to her? I shake my head, wiping the alcohol off my face with a napkin off one of the tables. Imma go over in the morning and talk to her. This exactly why I didn't want her to come.

REIGN

"Majesty really be pissing me off. He just went off for no reason." I tell my bestfriend Miguel. I met him at prom when I went and we've just been so close ever since. "I bet Majesty sexy when he mad." he says as I pull into the VIP area of the party. "Never." I say, chuckling as I park the car. The valet men come open our doors. "Enjoy." one of the men says, taking my BMW keys and giving me a ticket with a number on it. I put it in my purse then walk to the entrance with Miguel behind me.

We walk in. We walk over to the stairs where apparently people with a VIP invitation go. "You can get in but ol boy can't. He ain't on the list." the security says. "If I suck yo dick can I get in? I give good head. I won't tell nobody." Miguel jokes, winking. "Stop." I demand, laughing before he gets shot. He don't know the half about how the security here work for a cartel and will really leave him floating on a river forreal.

"I ain't put nobody the fuck out all night but you close." he warns Miguel. "You know who I am and so does Drew. He won't mind my bestfriend coming up." I say to Chaz. This nigga takes his job so serious. "Like I said, no." he snaps on me. "So move." he adds. "I'm sure my Uncle and dad won't approve of you getting buck with Me! Get your fat ass out the way!" I snap back on him. "Get the fuck out the way or I'll get you escorted out." he threatens me. "You big ass, jeep built ass bitch! Don't talk to her like that, the hell?" Miguel goes off on him, stepping infront of me.

I notice my parents and my Uncle walking down the stairs. "We got a problem?" my momma asks, raising her eyebrow. "I told her she can't bring this random nigga up here cause he ain't on the damn list." Chaz answers. "Nigga, get the fuck out my niece face. You know she can bring whoever the fuck she want to anything I'm paying for. Move out the way." my Uncle Vonte demands while lighting a blunt.

Chaz steps out the way. My dad glares him down then walks back up the stairs holding my momma's hand. "Damn, your parents some bosses. Why you didn't tell me you had a uncle this fine?" Miguel whispers. "What? You've seen him before at plenty of events." I say. "Girl, you know I'm intimidated by all the hood niggas you be with so I never looked at him good until then." he says. "Don't flirt with my Uncle. He is not gay." I warn him. He'll get embarrassed messing around with my uncle.

I feel so much nervousness. I've never been this scared before. I haven't seen this man since I was a teenager and here my stupid ass is, at his party. My curiosity got the best of me. I just really want to see how he is now. I'm sure he isn't the same anymore. I guess I'll find out whenever I see him.

"Ain't that yo brother's girl?" Miguel asks, pointing. I look in the direction. Jaylah is sitting at a table alone looking hurt and like she seconds away from crying. I grab Miguel's hand then drag him over to her. "Hey." I greet her, hugging her. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Noble just full blown fucked with some stripper bitch and acted like I wasn't even here." she answers as tears roll down her face. "I'll be back." I tell her, storming to where Noble is laughing and talking to a group of people.

"Why must you keep on making her cry every damn week? Why would you do that to her?" I go off on him. He looks at me crazy. "Do you really gotta hop in my business in front of all these people, bruh?" he asks me. "I don't care who around. You don't have to be a fuck nigga, Noble. That is not okay." I tell him. "Get out my business." he demands. I throw my hands up, surrendering. "Fine. When she leave your dumb ass alone, don't come crying to me." I say.

"Wassup Reign?" somebody asks in a tone that damn near made me get wet. I don't even deal with me no more but damn, that is a sexy ass voice. It's deep as hell but it's also smooth and seductive. I look at one of the men then gasp, covering my mouth. It's Drew standing here looking at me. He has more tattoos, he's taller, much buffer, his facial hair is sexy as hell, and he just looks really good all the way around. "Hey." I nervously say, waving a little. I'm at a loss for words right now.

"Thank you for coming." he says. "No problem." I say, looking away from him. Damn, he is so damn fine. It's like he just got  sexier over time or something. This nigga is making me wet on sight and I never thought that would happen to me again after I gave up on me. "You look good." he compliments me, examining my tight, black off the shoulder dress I got from Neiman Marcus. It's simple but hugs the curves I gained over the years and I'm wearing gold jewelry and heels to accessorize it. My hair is curled and hanging down my back and I have simple makeup on like on my eyes and lips.

"So do you." I compliment him. I nod my head, staring at him as he stares at me. He pulls me in a hug. Damn, he smells so good. I hug him back, damn near melting. He pulls away. "It's good to see you." he says. "You too. Sorry I didnt get you a gift." I apologize. "I'm grown. Ion give a fuck about no gift, babygirl." he says. Babygirl? Damn, the way he says it just be breaking me down. I did not expect my body to react like this when I saw him.

"Oh, okay. It's nice here." I compliment the party. He nods his head. "I appreciate it." he says, staring at me. A woman walks over here. She's beautiful. She's darkskinned, a few inches shorter than his tall ass, she has a big butt, small breasts, and long weave. She has on a little bit of makeup. She is pretty as hell. He wraps his arms around her. She kisses him on his lips. "Baby, who is this?" she asks. I raise my eyebrow a little, staring at them. "This Reign, an old friend. Reign, this Shai." he introduces us. She extends her hand, smiling. I reluctantly shake it, noticing the beautiful ring on her finger. "Y'all are married?" I ask. "Yes, we're married." she answers, smiling and showing me the ring. "Oh. Listen, enjoy your party. It was nice to meet you." I lie to her, walking away.

I walk over to my parents where they're hugged up. "Why y'all didn't tell me he has a whole woman named Shai?" I ask them. "What? Didn't think it mattered." My dad answers. "It doesn't. It was just weird. She walked up flashing me a ring and everything. I knew I shouldn't have came out here." I say. "It shouldn't matter. You were a child when y'all were together, girl. Y'all haven't talked in years. Shit has changed on both ends." My mom says. "I don't wanna rekindle with him, I just wasn't expecting him to be with someone and actually care about her at that. The way he interacted with her shows he loves her." I vent. "I'm not understanding you. You grown now, mane. That lil teenage love been gone." My dad says. I shake my head then walk away from my dad's careless, rude ass.

"Girl, Drew is fine as fuck." Miguel says as I sit at the table with him and Jaylah. "So is his wife." I say. "Wife? That nigga jumped the broom?" he asks in disbelief. "The ring is beautiful." I answer, confirming his question. "What the hell? I never would've thought." he says. "Me neither." I admit. "i do not like her." Jaylah admits. "Why not?" I ask. "Because, she brags a lot and just bounces around telling the world about how great he is and she tells too much of her business... like, why did a whole table of people need to know that Drew likes going on the roof of his house and fucking her up there? She's just extra." she explains, rolling her eyes.

"She seemed nice." I admit. "I guarantee you it was an act. She is weird and annoying." Jaylah says. I nod my head. "Well, I wish them the best." I admit. That part of my life is long gone so if she's who he's committed to, oh well. I got my own relationship to tend to. I just can't believe my parents didn't give me a heads up.

Birthday Sex starts playing throughout the party.  "Your momma cutting up!" Miguel exclaims, laughing. I look across the dance floor then shake my head, watching my momma give my dad a whole lap dance with plenty of people watching and gassing them up. She pushes his head back then kisses his neck while she grinds between his legs. "Girl, your parents in here killing every single young couple." Jaylah admits. I nod my head in agreement. "Now I see how your dad fucked around and got her pregnant so many times. Bitch, I don't even like pussy and your momma ass got me turned on watching her." Miguel admits, staring at my momma while she dances.

I can't help but laugh. I spot Drew sitting down nd staring at my momma like he's in awe. I guess he still has a weird crush on her to this day. He's watching her so hard, it's crazy. Some things will never change no matter how weird they are.

I roll my eyes as his wife tries to dance on him while staring at my momma, trying to copy her. "You see how weird Shai is? She's trying to copy your momma." Jaylah says, laughing a little. I almost want to laugh too. She's giving my momma these jealous ass stares, maybe cause he's watching her so hard. She starts slowly grinding on him. He grips her waist then starts kissing her neck while they dance in his seat. I look down at the table then back at him. He's watching me on the low while he kisses on her.

"You know what. I wanna go home." I say. "Hell naw. This shit is amazing." Miguel says. I roll my eyes then sit back in my chair. It's so many people here dancing. I want to but I'm just in a shitty mood for some reason. Today has just been too much for me. It's ridiculous.

TAE

Jessie just fell asleep in the living room holding Jelena in his arms. I motion for LaLa to follow me. "Wassup?" she asks. "I know where  the gun at." I whisper. "Wassup then? Let's get it." she says. I nod my head, leading her to his bedroom. I jump as Amari sits on the bed staring at the wall. "Nigga, what the fuck?" I ask. He slowly looks at us. "Imma tell on y'all bitches." he mumbles.

"Who a bitch? Bruh, you nine and still a snitch." I say, shaking my head at my brother. He so quiet but he'll snitch his whole life away to my parents. He one of those people that's quiet but notice and hear every little thing. He gets off the bed. "I'm waking Jessie up." he says, walking out of here. "Ignore his soft ass. Hurry up." LaLa demands, unzipping her backpack. I get on my knees then pull the gun case from under his bed. "Idiot, that shit got a whole code on it!" LaLa snaps on me. "Shut the fuck up. I didn't know." I say, typing in numbers such as birthdays. That shit not working.

"This mane got a fingerprint on his shit. How did you not know this?" LaLa asks. "Because it wasn't in no case at first, on everything it wasn't." I say. "Cause I knew y'all dumb fucks would come try to steal it." I hear him say. My eyes widen as he walks over to us holding a leather belt. "Okay, you caught us but who ass you think you finna beat with that belt? My name not Jelena, Nigga. I'm LaLa mothafuckin Savage, nigga. Get that belt out my face." LaLa demands.

He starts laughing then starts beating her ass with the belt. I shove him back. "Mane, you ain't nobody daddy except Jelena!" I snap. He drops the belt. "What, you wanna fight lil nigga? I been waiting for yo soft ass to  run up on me." he says, balling up his fists. "On my life, you finna have to fight me too if you fighting Tae." LaLa says, trying to control her tears. "Move, LaLa." I demand, then punch him in his jaw.

He starts swinging on me while I swing back. "He slams me to his nightstand then starts punching me all in my face. "Move!" I yell, trying to cover myself while he throws punch after punch. Gotdamn, who knew a nigga who hardly got muscles and wears a long ponytail could fight so good and punch this fucking hard.

"Didn't I tell y'all asses don't ever try to touch my gotdamn gun because it's just me and my daughter at this house and I'll be damned if I can't protect her if I ever need to cause y'all bad asses wanna take a nigga gun! Didn't I tell y'all that? Didn't I tell you buckle down and quit talking to momma like you lost yo mind? If Montana won't fuck yo ass up, I'll do it!" Jessie yells, punching me between every single word. I slide off the night stand in pain damn near everywhere. "Now get yo pussy ass up." he demands, snatching his gun case off the floor.

I roll over, groaning in pain as he walks out. This nigga just beat the living fuck out my ass. He didn't show me no mercy like my dad be doing. Damn, I never got fucked up like that before. I never even lost a fight until then. LaLa helps me up. "You a bitch." she says. I shove her out my way then walk in the bathroom. Gotdamnit, this mane got my sexy ass face fucked up. I just feel like passing out.

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