Side Chick Turned Wife: A Hood Romance (4 page)

Tyrek

“Shit.” I muttered as I slid my dick in and out of my girl, Cynthia.

I pinned her down against the bed as I kept fucking her. We had been goin’ at it for a few hours now and I was startin’ to get tired. The only reason we had kept goin’ was ‘cause this rabbit bitch wanted to fuck and have many orgasms. I don’t know what she was on, but a nigga like me ain’t the type to turn away sex, especially when you got a fine ass bitch all up on your lap willin’ to keep goin’ rounds. She moaned and screamed as I kept shovin’ my dick in her tight ass pussy.

“I’m… I’m… I’m gonna come, daddy.” She softly moaned as she gripped onto the sheets.

She damn near whispered those words and it was such a damn turn on and a motivation to keep on fuckin’ her hard and fast. It wasn’t too long before we both came. Her climax was so fucking great that she buckled forward and took me down with her, not givin’ me any time to pull out and nut all in her face like I like to. It was aight though, I was just glad to know that this bitch was done and satisfied ‘cause a nigga was fucking tired. As she rolled over onto the bed, she ended up rollin’ off and walked in my direction. I thought this bitch was goin’ to try to initiate some more shit with me, but nah, she just came to place a kiss on my lips before she headed off to the bathroom to take a bath or a shower or whatever. I was gone join her but I decided not to and ended up lying on the bed.

Cynthia is my main bitch. Yeah, I got Danessa’s fine ass on the side, but Cynthia is the main girl who I decided to openly pronounce as my girl. She bad as fuck too with her long legs and model face. She real petite too, and her damn smooth caramel skin will make any nigga jealous and take a look at her. Not to mention, shawty got a fat ass and some tig ol bitties that I love to play with whenever we fuck. We been together for some years now, but a nigga ain’t ready for no serious commitment. How the fuck am I supposed to commit to this bitch if I got another one on my line too? Nah, I gotta keep my options open. The second I propose to this bitch, she gone start demandin’ kids and shit and I don’t want none of that, like at all. I already have kids to take care of and that is my dope and my business and shit. I got some feels for the bitch, just nothin’ too serious that’ll make me wanna put a ring on that shit, ya feel?

“So Tyrek.” Cynthia said as she pulled me from my thoughts.”I love you baby, but when are we gone be somethin’? We been together for a couple years now and you ain’t told me what you wanted to do about us!”

I looked at her and shook my head. I could understand where she was comin’ from ‘cause we had been together for some time now, but shit, she stay askin’ that question and I stay givin’ her the same damn response ‘cause shit, I’m not ready!

“Cynthia, baby, how many times are you gone ask me that? How many times am I gone give you the same damn response? Baby, I got shit that I need to take care of. Some real business and moves that I gotta settle before I think about gettin' married, B.”

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. I walked away from the bed and made my way to the bathroom.

“Business? Like what Tyrek? Like yo lil side hoes that you got? Don’t think I don’t know what you fuckin’ do. Is that why yo ass won’t commit to me? You got some other bitch on the side waitin’ on you too? Just be real with me, Tyrek. Why the fuck you ain’t put a damn rock on my finger?”

Holy shit. Did she really know that I had a side bitch or was she just frontin’ to see if I would cave in and admit to some shit so that she could catch me in my lie? Females are fuckin’ ridiculous and sneaky as fuck. You real life gotta be careful about what you respond to ‘cause these bitches know how to fuckin’ play mind games and shit. I looked like a damn deer in headlights, but she wasn’t able to see my face ‘cause I was turned away from her. I quickly fixed my face and got my shit together. I was already in the bathroom when she asked me that question so I turned to look at myself in the mirror just to make sure that my face wasn’t showin’ my guilt. When I confirmed that I looked normal as fuck I turned to look at her and pursed my lips, givin her the
Bitch, please
look.

“Cynthia. What the fuck is you even talkin’ bout? You really think I have time to fuck around with some other bitch
and
cater to you? Do you know how much fuckin’ work that would be? Not only that, but I got a job and a business to fuckin’ carry. You wrong for thinkin’ I was fuckin’ some other hoe. I may not have proposed to you and offered to put a rock on yo finger, but that ain't mean I don't love you. Damn girl.”

She looked at me and dropped her lil attitude stance that she had goin’ on.

“Baby, I'm sorry. You right. I just get paranoid. You fine as fuck and I know females been throwin’ themselves at you, but I was wrong for thinkin’ that you was the one to give into that type of shit.”

Her lil sorry spiel didn't last too fuckin’ long before she turned up on me again.

“But still nigga. You better be throwin’ them bitches aside when they decide they wanna hop all up on yo nuts. Let ‘em know that you ain't single and that I am yo main bitch. You understand me?”

I chuckled and waved my hand at her.

“Yeah. Yeah, Cynthia. I fuckin’ hear you.”

“Don't 
yeah yeah
me. You better understand. I'll kill a bitch if they come in between what is mine.”

I probably shouldn't be one to take her threats lightly, seeing how this bitch is real life serious about me, but I took her threats lightly and went on to get dressed. I just threw on a plain white tee, some jeans, and my gamma blues on my feet before I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I looked back to see her still watchin’ me and poutin’ like a big ass baby but I wasn’t gone let that shit get to me; I had shit I needed to do.

I hopped in my car and cranked the ignition before pulling off to see my boss. Donte was the head of all of this shit and I was one of his best men. Some would consider me his second-in-command or some shit but I guess that is what I am. I just do my shit and he trusts me. He called me to come down to his place to give me a new assignment, so that’s where I’m headed right now. I wouldn’t be surprised if he gave me a shit ton of assassinations or some drops to do. He tends to give me a lot of work and all at once, but it’s only cause he knows I can handle it. I guess I’ll have to see when I get down to his place to find out.

As I drove down into the city, I found myself deep in my thoughts. Cynthia been real life buggin’, man. She been on my case for so damn long now about me wifin’ her up—and I just don’t want that shit. To be completely honest, if she leaves me I ain’t gone be mad ‘cause I got a side bitch who will pick me right up off the ground and who will fuck me whenever I want. Danessa real cute and the sex is good and shit but I just hope that bitch doesn’t get too attached either. I already got a main bitch who keeps botherin’ me with that shit. To be completely honest, I am so damn glad that I don’t have more than these two bitches in my life. If I had more than that, I would be so damn fucked up and it would be hard to hide one from the other. In my case, I’m lucky though. ‘Cause my side bitch knows I got a main bitch and she knows better than to say anything about her or anything to her. I just hope Cynthia’s crazy ass doesn’t do some instigatin’ bullshit and scopes out my side girl. Then I would be fucked.

I finally made it down to his house and parked my car in his driveway. I stepped out of the car and walked up to his door, noticing that it was partially open. He usually does this when he knows it's me who pulled into his driveway so there was nothing to be alarmed about. I knocked on the door as courtesy before I walked in though; I didn’t want him to freak the fuck out ‘cause he forgot that he left the door open for me. He had done that before and I almost ended up with a damn bullet in my skull.

“Come on in, nigga, I know it's you.”

I walked inside and gently closed the door behind me before I walked up to his office and sat in front of his desk. Donte was a tall, bulky, dark, and intimidatin’ ass nigga. Even when this nigga laughed it was scary as shit. I knew never to cross this nigga wrong or mess up his money ‘cause with them swoll ass arms, nigga could damn near gently slap me and I would find my ass clear across the room dead or some shit.

“What up, Donte? You good?” I asked as I watched him slide me a fat ass blunt and a lighter. I graciously took that shit into my hands and lit it up. I took a couple hits off of it and coughed like a damn maniac. I ain’t never been one to cough and shit like that but it only meant that this loud was some beyond grade A-type shit. It was fuckin’ delicious and I could feel it hittin’ me real nice. I sat there in awe for a moment, starin’ off into space as the weed invaded my system and gave me a nice body high. Normally, this shit would make my head feel real heavy and make me hungry and lazy as shit, but nah. This shit was definitely some next level weed ‘cause a nigga was zonin’ without feelin’ heavy. I looked over at him and saw his serious face break into a smile and then he started to laugh all heartily. He sounded like Santa Claus to me—like some heavy drugged up Santa. Maybe it was the weed that was makin’ him sound like that but shit, he sounded hella funny, so I started to laugh too.

“Nigga. What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Shit? I love it!” I exclaimed as I took a few more hits. I saw him wave me to come closer to him so I did. He took the blunt from my hand and put it out. I was real life confused though, this nigga ain’t ever took a blunt from my hand and shit like that. I looked at him all confused and just as I was about to ask him what’s good, he started to talk.

“Nigga. That is some good ass loud that you be smokin’. This is the shit that I called you over for. I know this shit gone sell so I wanted to give you the chance to smoke some of it up and try it for yourself before it hits the streets. I ain’t gone let you wonder right now though, this shit hella potent and I ain’t need yo ass swervin’ in them streets and gettin' yo self killed. So if you want some of this shit, I’ll give you some but yo ass can’t be on duty and shit smokin’ this unless you at home or at some party where yo ass is gone be there for a while. I took the blunt from you ‘cause you ain’t need no more of this shit in your system. I’m gone need you to sit here for a minute to let that shit wear off of you. It's good though, ain’t it?”

I nodded my head and felt myself fallin’ deeper into this shit. I was mad relaxed and all I wanted to do was sit back and talk.

“Yeah, nigga. This shit is def A1.So, uh, besides sellin’ this shit, what else you gone have me doin’? I know you ain’t just call me over for this shit.”

He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, indicating that I had a point and that I was absolutely right.

“Aight, lemme tell you what’s good. I got a couple niggas who been hot on my trail and know a little bit about the shit that I’m runnin’ right now with this damn weed. They want in on this shit and I heard they plannin’ on comin’ through and murkin’ me and taking my shit. They apparently are still talkin’ about it and haven’t released when they gone come and try to get me, so I wanna send you out to where they at and have you murk them niggas and shit. Remain anon as possible and just kill ‘em, aight? You can’t let them see you for shit though.”

I nodded and took in all the info. It felt like the info was comin’ into my brain and then out my ear. I was able to get the gist of what dude was talkin’ about though, so we were good.

“Cool. Gimme they address and they info and I’ll head that way soon so I can get this shit taken care of.”

I got up and leaned on the desk, indicatin’ that I wanted the info so I could go there right now and get this shit handled. Last thing I need is some nigga murkin’ my boss and ruinin’ my cash flow. Donte looked at me and laughed.

“Nigga, sit the fuck down. Yo ass ain’t goin’ anywhere right now. That’s the problem with that weed too. It’ll have a nigga like you feelin’ real life invincible and ready for anythin’.”

I looked at him all crazy as I sat down. He had a point, I was feelin’ real life ready to gun down some niggas, but I wasn’t even able to walk let alone drive anywhere further than the damn driveway.

“Just sit tight for a bit. When that shit starts to wear off, then we can talk about gettin' you that information you need and sendin’ you on your way, aight?”

I nodded my head and sat back into the chair. I ain’t never been one to hate bein’ high, but this was one of those times. This shit was keepin’ me from doin’ my job and it was startin’ to agitate me. I knew better than to get all worked up and shit. Boss man wasn’t annoyed that I was high, and he said it was cool for me to just not do anything right now anyway. So I’m gone just chill.