Never Gonna Be Wifey Page 9

  Everything was falling into place, but I had a few loose ends to tie up; then, hopefully, shit will start looking up for me.

  It was the weekend, and I was feeling mellow. After a long week of putting in work, money was looking right. Shit, I scrolled through my phone to see which one of my bitches I was tryin’a chill with. I decided to call Shantè. She was a pretty little Panamanian bitch. I be fucking shorty, and she be talking that Spanish shit in my ear. I swear that shit sexy as hell, and it only made me fuck her harder. I dialed her number, and she picked up on the first ring.

  “Aye, why the hell you’ve been ignoring my calls?”

  “Babe, wha yuh a talk ’bout? I’d never ignore a beautiful woman like you.”

  “Uh-huh. I don’t know what kind of shit you on, but you need to get it together before Miss Shantè be gone on that ass.”

  “Babe, you know I can’t afford that; forgive me. Daddy will make it up to you.”

  “Hmm, let’s see. I need a new Michael Kors bag and matching sandals.”

  “Shit, that’s it? Yuh know mi have yuh, but yuh need fi do mi one favor first!”

  “And what’s that?”

  “Come ride this wood fi yuh boy.”

  “That’s easy. You know I will fuck and suck the black off that dick as long as you know I ain’t fucking for free.”

  “Shit, we good then. I’m on the way to pick you up.”

  “All right, sweetie. I’ll be ready.”

  I jumped out of bed and grabbed a pair of Levi’s and a white wife beater out of the closet. Then I grabbed a quick shower and bounced. In no time, I was at her door in Clarkston. Before I’d left, I noticed Mom-dukes wasn’t home, so I decided to take her to the house, ’cause she was always complaining that I always take her to the telly. Grandma was home, but she was cool as fuck. She ’ont really be on that bullshit.

  After picking up shorty, we stopped at the Jamaican joint and grabbed us some food. I took her to the house. We smoked out in the truck, then went in and ate. She already knew what time it was. See, Shantè was one of those chicks that don’t waste time on emotional shit. She’s definitely a boss bitch. If I didn’t know for a fact that she was a ho, I would’ve put her on my team.

  “Come here, girl.” I pulled her close to me.

  “Hold on,” she said as she took off her clothes. Shorty has a phat ass and some big-ass titties. Her pussy was also phat. She could’ve been a stripper for real.

  “Let me ask you a question; why you never get into the stripping business?”

  “Boy, no! That shit ain’t no money. Then wit’ niggas all disrespectful and shit, I wouldn’t survive one night in there. That’s chump change to me.”

  “A’ight, a’ight. Cool!”

  “Take off your pants,” she demanded.

  “My bad.”

  I took my gun out of my waist and placed it in my dresser drawer. I was in my space, so I wasn’t worried ’bout gettin’ set up. Man, shorty made love to my wood like no other. She sucked, slurped, and swallowed every drop of come when I busted.

  “Come here. Come ride dis wood.” I motioned for her to get on top of me.

  She was a bad bitch, ’cause most bitches I knew got on their knees to ride the wood; not shorty. She was on her feet, riding my wood. Damn, she’s a beast, I thought.

  Shit happened so fast that I didn’t have time to react. I heard my Mom-duke’s voice outside of the door. In a split second, she was standing in my room. Man, I was pissed the fuck off; I threw shorty off me.

  “Yo, what the fuck is this? Why do you have this bitch in my house, Azir?” she yelled in front of the chick.

  “Who the fuck she calling a bitch? Damn, what do you want to do? Fuck yo’ own son, lady?”

  “Yo, bitch, you need fi chill. Yuh a fool. Yuh can’t talk to mi mother like dat.”

  “Boy, fuck you. Did you hear how she talked to me? I didn’t know yo’ grown ass was a mama’s boy. Next time, find you a young-ass bitch to play around with.”

  “Man, can you get out so we could get dressed?” I asked in an aggravated tone.

  I grabbed my boxers and pants and started to put them on. Shorty grilled on me as she put her dress back on. I tried not to make eye contact with her. I couldn’t figure out if she was mad at Mom-Dukes or mad at me for checking her ass. Either way, I knew I needed to get her out of the house, ’cause the way Mom-dukes was fuming, it was liable to get physical any minute.

  I heard Mom-dukes knocking on Grandma’s door and going off on her. On some real nigga shit, she always complaining ’bout how I talk to her, but look at how she talks to Grandma. Grandma be calm and shit; I know she had to be tired of this shit too. Fuck, I know damn well I was tired of gettin’ treated like a little boy. I have no idea how Grandma still deal with this shit.

  I was about to step on the stairs when she blocked my path. Going on ’bout how I disrespect her. I really wasn’t tryin’a hear none of that nonsense she was talking ’bout. I love that woman, but she didn’t know when to shut the fuck up and stay in her place. I was tired of hearing her mouth, so I moved her out of the way and continued downstairs. She followed close behind, still cussing and carrying on. I opened the door and walked outside. Shorty was standing by the car, still pouting.

  “Come on. Get in.”

  I pulled off, looked in my mirror, and I saw Mom-dukes standing out there, probably still running her mouth. God, that woman never shuts up, I thought.

  “You know what, Azir? You dead-ass wrong for this shit.”

  “Hold on, lower your fucking voice. Now, how I’m wrong? I ain’t know the woman was gonna come up in there,” I said in an angry tone.

  “You shouldn’t have brought me to your house. You know yo’ damn mother is a bitch!”

  “Bitch, don’t you ever call mi madda out of her pussyclaat name!” I backslapped her ass.

  She busted out crying, but I didn’t give a fuck. That bitch crossed the fuckin’ line.

  “Boy, fuck you! I’m done dealing wit’ you. You lucky my brother Mickey is locked up; else you’d be fucking dead.”

  I pulled my gun and put it to her head. “Yo, B. I ain’t tryin’a hurt you, right? So shut yuh pussyclaat mouf, man a bloodclaat bad, man. Yuh si mi.” I watched as she shivered in her seat. I didn’t want to body this bitch, but if she kept on running her motherfucking mouth, she would leave me no choice.

  Then I sped through the streets, tryin’a get this bitch home. I burned tires and pulled up to the curb.

  “Bitch, get the fuck outta my shit,” I yelled.

  “Boy, kiss my ass,” she said as she jumped out of my truck.

  I didn’t respond. I pulled off. It was damn near four in the morning, and I wasn’t tryin’a go home. I was angry and didn’t want to hear shit Mom-dukes had to say. I called Tanisha.

  “I’m on the way over to your crib.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  I fuck with shorty ’cause she never questions shit.

  “I’m pulling up.”

  “All right.”

  She opened the door, and I walked in.

  “You look mad. Everything all right?”

  “I’m good. No sweat.”

  “All right, you need anything to drink?”

  “Yea, something strong.”

  “All I got is Heineken and gin.”

  “Gi mi a shot of gin.”

  She handed me the glass, and I took the gin straight to the head in one big gulp. Then I rolled up a big head and sat there smoking.

  “Damn, I can tell something’s wrong wit’ yo’ ass.”

  “Nah, I’m good, but I’d feel better if you give me some of that fire head you got.”

  “Boy, not tonight. You need to chill and get whateva you’re going through under control,” she said and walked off. Minutes later, she returned. “Here go a blanket.” She threw the blanket on me.

  Damn! What’s her problem? I thought. These bitches be trippin’ on a nigga. I was gettin’ tired of their old off-t
he-wall attitudes. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander off to a more serious issue at hand.

  Sierra Rogers

  The last time I felt like this was the day that I met Alijah. How could I forget that night he walked up in the salon? I lay on my back smiling; it was crazy how special I felt then, and here I was getting that same damn feeling. It was the kind of feeling that made my insides shiver and made my heart skip beats.

  Exactly two weeks ago, I was out with one of the stylists. It’s been years since I’d had any enjoyment. Tanya invited me to a family cookout. My first instinct was to decline, but then I decided to go. I mean, what could it hurt? I needed to get out of the house for a little while anyway.

  I did my hair the night before, choosing a long weave, and I went for a China doll look. I decided to wear this little minidress from Nordstrom and a pair of Jimmy Choo pointy-toe pumps. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I hate to sound conceited, but, damn, a bitch was looking hot! I had to double back and look again. I ain’t gonna lie; this was the best I was feeling in years. Let me find out I still got it, I thought as I sashayed downstairs.

  “Hey Jeanette, I’m ’bout to step out for a minute.”

  “Oh, okay. You look nice; look like your old self. Remind me of me in my younger days.”

  “Jeanette, you’re too funny. You wish you looked like this.”

  I looked at her. She wasn’t no ugly lady, but after abusing drugs for so many years, she looked kind of pale. Wrinkles graced her face, and her lips looked burned.

  “Child, please. Where the hell you think you get your looks from? I was one female to be reckoned with back in my day.”

  “If you say so. Don’t wait up for me. I might not make it home.”

  “Thank you, Lord. I’ve been praying for this day to come. You’re still young, and ever since Alijah died, you just gave up on yourself. It’s time for you to get your life back. Start living and stop existing. Maybe you could find a nice young man and make me a few more grandchildren. Azir is grown now.”

  “Keep hoping, lady. My old ass won’t be having any more children and damn sure ain’t looking for no damn man.”

  I walked into the kitchen, grabbed my keys, and walked downstairs to the garage. I shook my head in disbelief. The things that came out of that lady’s mouth was unbelievable. Damn. Babies! Her old ass better go get fucked and make some babies if she wants some.

  * * *

  I jumped in my car and pulled out of the driveway. I was definitely in a great mood, and the weather was nice. Good combination, I thought. I dialed Tanya’s number so I could get her address.

  “Hello, chica.”

  “Hey, babe, I’m just leaving the house now. Text me your address so I can put it in the GPS. You know I’m not from here,” I laughed.

  “No problem, and for the record, you’ve been living here more than five years. So, technically, you’re a Georgia peach, shorty.”

  “Richmond, VA, ’til the day I die, baby love. Anyway, I’ll see you in a few.”

  Tanya seemed like a cool-ass chick. She’s been working for me for ’bout six years. She didn’t act stuck up like some of these Georgia bitches. Some of them had the nerve to be calling themselves a damn Georgia peach. They asses looked more like Georgia monkeys. I put her address in the GPS and headed to her house in Lithonia.

  I entered her street, and no lie; there were some big, nice-ass houses. It damn sure looked better than some of them old, worn-down houses I passed on my way in. The street was packed with cars, and I heard music.

  “Your destination is on the left,” the GPS sounded. I cut it off and pulled over on the side where I saw a parking space. I parked, looked at myself in the mirror, and made sure my hair was still looking good, and my lips were still glossy.

  I grabbed my purse and my phone, then exited the car; I made sure the car was locked. I didn’t know these people and damned sure wasn’t going to trust them with my shit.

  “Hey, girl, welcome to mi casa.” Tanya ran toward me and hugged me.

  “Thanks for inviting me. It beats sitting in the house watching another Law & Order marathon.”

  “Girl, c’mon. Everybody back here. Some of them drunk, so pay them ole fools no mind.” I followed closely behind her.

  “Hello, everybody. This is my boss Sierra. Say hello to her.”

  “Hello, Sierra, welcome to our home,” they said in unison.

  “Hello. Nice to meet y’all,” I replied and smiled.

  “Hello, beautiful,” a sultry voice startled me from behind.

  I turned around . . . and stood there at a loss for words.

  “Sierra, this is my younger brother Dwayne,” Tanya chimed in.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. Hi, my name is Sierra,” I said nervously.

  “Bitch, get it together. You trippin’,” a voice in my head warned.

  He took my hand, kissed it, looked into my eyes, and said, “Hello, beautiful, I’m Dwayne.”

  I pulled my hand out of his. He was making me nervous. The brotha was around six feet two, brown-skinned with a clean shave. His body was well toned. The sleeveless shirt that he had on showed off his muscles.

  “Dwayne, keep Sierra company while I check on the food. Don’t wanna burn them damn burgers,” Tanya said and walked off.

  “Can I get you anything to drink?”

  “Yeah, water is fine. Thank you.”

  “You sure you want water? Or you want something a li’l stronger?” he smiled at me, showing his pearly white thirty-twos.

  “Hmm. You’re right. Yeah, give me something a li’l stronger,” I smiled back.

  I was happy when he walked off. That gave me a chance to gather my composure. Damn! That nigga was fine!

  “Here you go, love, and I brought you a chair. I figure your feet hurting in those heels.”

  “I see you’re also a comedian, but thank you,” I laughed.

  For the rest of the evening, we talked and joked. He even rolled up a few blunts, and we smoked and drank Cîroc Vodka. This wasn’t my intention, but it felt good to be in the presence of an attractive, intelligent brother. I could tell he was street, but not your average street nigga, which was definitely a plus. His conversation grabbed me and held me hostage for the entire evening.

  “Damn, y’all deep in conversation over here. Girl, don’t believe none of that shit he saying. He a slick one,” Tanya interrupted.

  “See, my sista is always a hater. Don’t pay her no mind.” We all busted out laughing.

  “A’ight, I’m gone. Sierra, girl, let me know if you need anything.”

  “Okay, love. I’m fine. Dwayne is taking good care of me.” I winked at her.

  I was feeling extra good after I smoked that high-grade weed and drank two glasses of liquor.

  The night was winding down, and I was getting tired. I glanced at my phone. It was exactly 8:30 p.m. I decided to stay a little longer before I called it a night.

  “So, Sierra, what is a beautiful woman like you doing out without a man?”

  “Dwayne, do you want to ask me if I have a man?” I looked him in the eyes and smirked.

  “You got me. So do you?”

  “No, I’m single,” I blurted out.

  “Oh, okay . . .” he smiled.

  Man, at that moment I swear my body was reacting to his sexy voice. Until that moment, I didn’t realize how long it had been since I’d had sex or been in the presence of a man. After Alijah died, I made a vow not to be with another man. I tried numerous times to come up out of that mind frame, but my heart wouldn’t allow me to. This time was different, though. The way this nigga was making me feel, I considered getting rid of that vow! I was ready but not just with any man. The right one.

  “So, Dwayne, you have a woman?”

  “Nah, I got a chick that I chill wit’ from time to time, but nothin’ serious. I’m really looking for someone that I can start something serious with.”

  “Okay, I see.”

  Thi
s was definitely music to my ears. I was so caught up in our conversation that time flew past me. I glanced at my phone. Now, it was minutes to midnight. Wow, it’s crazy when you are caught in an interesting conversation. You are not worried about time. I was starting to feel tired, though.

  “Well, Dwayne, I’m ’bout to roll up outta here. It’s getting late.”

  “Oh, okay, shit. I’m ’bout to hit the club in Atlanta. You tryin’a go?”

  “No, maybe next time. I’m tired.”

  “Okay, shorty. Put my number in your phone. Hit me when you have time.”

  I took his number, hugged Tanya, and left. That was crazy. Everybody else had already left, and I was the last one to leave. He walked me to the car. We talked for a few more minutes; then I pulled off. Outside of Alijah, I’ve never met a man that held my attention that long. His conversations were not boring. He was kind of like a jokester, but I liked that. He kept me clinging to his every word that he was spitting out. I really needed that.

  “Yo, make sure you use that number.”

  “No, you make sure you pick up,” I laughed before I pulled off.

  I was in a mellow mood as I drove down the street. I enjoyed myself at the cookout. The food was great, and Dwayne was jovial. He was one smooth brotha, I thought. In a split second, a rush of guilt swept over me. I knew the feeling all too well. Every time I tried to fix my mind to feel like I was ready to start dating, the guilt of betraying Alijah overwhelmed me. I cut the music on high as I tried to drown out those thoughts.

  I pulled into the driveway and noticed Azir’s truck parked on the side. At least I can get some sleep tonight because he’s not out there in those streets, I thought.

  I entered the house and went directly into my secret stash to get me some weed. I quickly rolled me a blunt and poured me a glass of Moscato. The house was quiet, so I assumed everyone was in for the night. I cut the lights off and headed upstairs. I was ’bout to enter my room when I heard a weird sound coming from Azir’s room. I second-guessed myself and decided to ignore it, but the mother in me wouldn’t let me walk away. I turned around and headed to his room. I didn’t even knock. I pushed the door, it opened . . . and I stood there in shock with my mouth wide open. My son was fucking a bitch in my house!