Real Wifeys: Get Money (28 page)

He leaned back against the wall and covered his face with his hands. “Listen . . . me and Goldie ran into each other about nine months ago and we talked things out and—”

Boom
. He wasn’t my man, but damn if it didn’t feel like another fucking hard knock for me and another goddamn win for Goldie.

“Yo, me and Goldie live together,” he added.

A gut punch on top of the backhand pimp slap. Fuck it.

“Do she know me and you was fucking?” I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest as I forced that motherfucker to meet my eyes and then stared him down.
Hard.

Has shook his head and licked his mouth. “Yo, look, I knew Goldie first, Luscious. You
know
that.”

“But you
fucked
me first.” I pointed my finger into his chest.

“And I was wrong. We was wrong, Luscious.”

I looked at him, standing there in his cargo shorts and Timbs with a wife-beater. Has looked so out of place on the Upper East Side. But this was his home. His home with Goldie.

“Are you gonna tell her?” he asked.

I shrugged and walked into the apartment, giving him one last resentful look over my shoulder. I barely took in the decoration or the apartment as I made my way toward the voices. I didn’t need to, anyway. I had full photo layout of this bitch courtesy of Shani the Snitch.

“Okay, good, Luscious is here,” Goldie said.

I gave everybody a fake smile and squeezed onto the leather sofa in between Nivea, a blasian chick who had done videos with everybody from Jay-Z to Aerosmith, and Frenchie, a thick white chick who looked like the twin of Ice T’s wife, Coco. I wondered just how many of the twenty or so people spread out over the living room was tricking for Goldie. Shani said not everybody was in on it.

“Okay, I had good news and I wanted to share it with everybody at the same time,” Goldie said, looking laid-back in white palazzo pants and an off-the-shoulder peasant top. Her eyes shifted toward the entrance to the living room and I knew without looking around that Has’s traitor ass had come back into the apartment. Goldie smiled over our heads at him.

He probably scared as shit that I was gonna put our shit on blast.

Hell, I was the one started it and finished it, but I can’t lie. I did not want Goldie and Has together. It was another damn check in the “win” column for this scandalous bitch.

So what, now this nigga was laid-back like the king of dicks comparing our pussies—like Make$. Ugh. I dug my fingers into my own knees.

“Come on, baby,” Goldie said, holding out her hand. “I thought you was headed out, but since you here, we can do this together.”

I didn’t turn around, but when Has came up to stand next to Goldie, I felt one of my acrylic tips break away from the nail bed from me digging in so hard. I bent my head to make the aviator shades I had on top of my head fall down and land on my nose. I locked my eyes on Has and I didn’t miss the way his eyes kept shifting to me. All nervous and suspect and shit.

“So, last night Has and I got engaged,” Goldie announced.

Everyone screamed out in excitement and jumped up to see the ring she was holding up. I knew I had to get up and fake the funk or that shit would seem like I was hating. I came up and smiled. I couldn’t bring myself to hug the bitch. “Congrats, girl,” I said.

“That’s right, Luscious never met him. This is Has. You know,
that
Has?”

Yes, bitch, I know
that
Has. Real well. From the top of his head to the tip of his big dick.

“Nice to meet you, Has,” I said.

He didn’t say shit, but give me a homeboy head nod.
What the fuck ever, Has.

I checked out her ring. Three carats easily. If not four. Has was working at some warehouse last I heard. Almost getting caught up in that counterfeit ring and barely beating Fed charges had him get up on the good foot and get a job. So no shade, baby-boo, but I did not believe he brought that ring. Just like his ass wasn’t putting in much on that high-ass Upper East side rent.

Okay, I was hating. But fuck Has. He was supposed to be my ride-or-die in the Fuck Goldie campaign and now he was fucking that bitch
literally.

While everybody was oohing and aahing over that ring, I moved close to her assistant Ryan. “Where’s the bathroom?” I asked him.

“Right down the hall. Third door on your left.”

“Thanks.” I headed for the hall. I opened every door in that motherfucker until I found her office. It was the second door on the left.

“What you up to, Luscious?”

I made a face at the sound of Has’s deep voice behind me before I turned around. “Looking for the bathroom. Why you watching me so hard? Aren’t you engaged?”

He just pointed to third door on the left.

Damn, Has fucked me all up. Goldie had to have some records in that office. Phone numbers. List of clients. Tracking of the money. Billing. Something. Shit.

I mean-mugged his ass before I walked into the guest bathroom. It didn’t do shit but piss me off even more since it was as big as my kitchen and decorated nicer than my parents’ whole house.

I stayed in there for a minute, hoping Has’s ass was gone and I could get in that office. When I finally opened the door the hall was clear but I tried the rest of the doors they all were locked.

Has wasn’t stupid. Game always recognize game.

I went back in the living room. Has was standing out on the balcony smoking, and everyone else, including Ryan, was sitting already, still fawning over Goldie. I wanted to leave, but I sat my ass right on down and eased my back against her comfy couch while I listened to her retell about her romantic wedding proposal on the balcony. All the while I got a kick out of reminding myself in vivid detail that I had fucked her fiancé first. And fucked him well, too.

Has sucking my clit.

Has nutting all over my titties and then playing in it with the tip of his dick.

Has sucking my titties while I rode his dick down.

Has telling me how good my pussy was.

Has fucking the valley of my titties while I sucked his dick.

Oh, we used to get stupid. And knowing Goldie and Make$ wouldn’t like it made that shit even better.

“We’ll probably just elope to the Bahamas or something,” Goldie was saying. “Neither one of us got a lot of family, so it will just be the two of us and our best friends.”

“You talking about Yummy?” someone asked. “She still in South Carolina?”

Goldie had told me about her best friend, Yummy, getting strung out on drugs by her boyfriend, and then when she had a stroke while getting high, the dude left Yummy alone in their apartment. Her mother eventually moved her and her kids down South. Back when me and Goldie were tight, I knew she always sent them money.

Goldie nodded. “I was just down to see her a couple of weeks ago. She walks with a cane but she can talk a little better now.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

I shoved the rest of their conversation out of my mind. I had other shit to focus on. I looked out at Has on the balcony. That nigga’s profile against the New York backdrop looked like a sexy-ass Sean John ad.

Then I remembered I had finally transferred all the contacts of my BlackBerry to my new phone. Smiling, I scrolled through, and sure enough, there it was. Now, did he have the same cell phone number?

I typed away:
CONGRATS.

I hit send, my eyes on him the entire time. I smiled when he reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He looked down at it and then looked over his shoulder at me. He shook his head and then bent over to press his elbows on the wrought iron railing.

Smiling, I typed:
I MISS THAT DICK.

I hit send.

He dropped his head before he looked at his cell phone.

Arching my brow, I sent another one:
IS HER PUSSY GOOD AS MINE?

He never responded.

Lord, when will these two learn that I ain’t the one to play with?
I wondered as I put my thumbs to work.

OK, MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL IN 10 MINUTES OR I’LL FUCK THIS WHOLE PARTY UP!

“I didn’t even offer everybody something to drink or eat,” Goldie said.

“My stomach
is
growling a little bit, boss lady,” Frenchie said.

“Boss lady”? Bitch more of a false lady.

“I’ll be right back,” Goldie said, walking out the living room. She made it to the door before she turned around and picked up her cell phone off the fireplace mantel, where it had been sitting.

“Damn, Goldie, nobody gonna steal your phone,” Kiki, a dark-skinned Dominican said, joking.

“Can’t lose this,” Goldie said, sliding the BlackBerry into her pocket before she walked out of the room.

“She got her life in that phone,” Ryan drawled.

I shook my head as I opened my bag and looked down at my old BlackBerry. Even though it didn’t have service, it had so many pictures, contacts, and texts that I didn’t want to lose it. I still carried it with me.

I felt so motherfucking stupid. So damn dumb.

All this time I was plit-potting to get in her office when the whole time I bet Goldie had her list of clients and appointments in that BlackBerry. I bet all the evidence I needed was right there in her fucking pocket. If it was with her 24-7, she could do business from anywhere at anytime.
That slick bitch.

Well, I was slicker. I would wait these other bitches out. If I had to snatch and grab that fucking phone, I was leaving this apartment with it today. Best believe that.

Bzzzzzz . . .

Humph. I opened the incoming text.

GO AHEAD 1ST. I’M COMING.

I stood up. “I gotta get something from my car. I’ll be right back,” I said to no one in general before I hauled ass out the apartment.

I found the door to the stairwell at the opposite end of the hall. I was in there pacing for a minute. I was still trying to get shit straightened out in my head about Has and Goldie. Humph, niggas just couldn’t leave that bitch alone. Who the fuck was she? Damn sure wasn’t a supermodel-type chick. Fuck
her.

I had just sat down on the top step when the door opened. Has eased into the stairwell.

“Yo, Luscious, you trippin’,” he said, before he shook his head.

I stood up. My heart was pounding and I felt so anxious as I moved to stand close to him. I smiled and licked my lips as I stroked his dick. “I missed it,” I told him, easing forward to snuggle my face against his neck to lick it while I took in the smell of him.

Has stepped back from me but I could see his dick was hard behind his zipper.

“Has, stop frontin’, because a hard dick don’t like,” I told him, unzipping my shorts and letting them fall to my feet before I stepped out of them. “Just like this wet-ass pussy.”

“You trying to fuck in the stairwell?” Has asked, frowning.

“Yes, fuck your boring little party. Let’s get a quickie for old time’s sake.” I eased my white top over my head and pushed my breasts high in the sheer bra barely covering my hard nipples. “Hurry up before your girl miss us.”

“I’m not fucking you, Luscious,” he said.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” I whispered up to him. “It’ll be our little secret.”

“No, Luscious.”

“Scared you gone get hooked again?” I asked him, turning around to bend over and back my thong-covered ass up against his dick. “Trust me, it’s still good as ever.”

He held me by the waist, unbent my body, and turned me to face him.

The feel of his hands made me moan.

He dropped his hands. “The fact that you trying to fuck me when you working for my girl—”

“Your
fiancée
,” I reminded him, reaching up to unsnap my bra and ease it off my body to fall to the floor.

His eyes dipped to take in the twins. I moved my shoulders, making them swing back and forth.

“Man, Goldie. I mean Lusc—”

“Goldie!” I snapped, reaching up to push my finger against his cheek. “My name is Luscious and you know it. You used to scream it to the ceilings.”

“Luscious, look, I’m not gone fuck you,” Has said, his face serious as hell.

I stepped back and pressed my hands to my hips as I looked at him. I was embarrassed as hell standing there damn naked and begging for dick. And
that
pissed me the fuck off.

This nigga turned down all this good pussy for Goldie.

Like she better than me.

Like she was God’s gift to man.

Like she wasn’t a nasty, sneaky, no-good, backstabbing, dick-sharing daughter of a bitch. That angry fire had my whole body hot. Fuck Has.
Mother
fuck Has. And triple fuck Goldie.

“So when you was mad at Goldie my pussy was okay to play over, right?”

“What?!”

Both our heads turned to see Goldie coming through the doorway into the stairwell. Her eyes took me in standing there in nothing but my thong bikini with my big and beautiful breasts swinging.

Has held up his hands. “Goldie, this ain’t what you think—”

WHAP!

She slapped the shit out of him. I know his face stung like a motherfucka but I ain’t had time to worry about that because I was too busy kicking off my heels. It was on. Fuck it. This was an ass-whipping I’d been waiting to deliver for over a year.

“Payback is a bitch, ain’t it Goldie,” I said, sounding like I was enjoying this shit . . . because I was.

Has looked like he rather be shitted on. “Yo, Luscious. Chill out,” he said.

“Payback?” Goldie snapped, her face damn near burgundy with anger as she came from around him.