Page 67 of Search My Soul
She wasn’t wrong because I’ve seen it myself time and time again. A man will take you through all of the motions, but when you finally got fed up enough to leave, they would do everything in their power to sabotage your new relationship. They weren’tselfless enough to stand by and let you be happy with someone who could be what you need.
“Yeah, well if that baby turns out to be his, it’s a wrap for any type of relationship with him. I’m not about to set myself up for that kind of drama.”
“Do you think it’s a possibility?” Adore asked. This was all news to me, so I sat and listened.
“He swears on his momma that he never had sex with her unprotected, but it doesn’t mean anything. Men lie all of the time, and I struggle to believe she would be going so hard if there wasn’t some type of possibility.” The somber tone in her voice let me know this was hurtful to her. A baby changed everything. I would never even look in a man’s direction if he had a fresh baby or one on the way. That was a recipe for disaster.
“Nee-nee?” I caught an attitude as soon as I heard my name roll off her tongue. When I turned to face her, she wore a smirk that let me know she was on some bullshit.
“What’s up, Kamesha?” I kept it short, because I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her. The liquor in my system had me feeling good and I wasn’t trying to fuck up my buzz.
“Oh, I thought that was you. You’ve been M.I.A lately. You must have found you a new nigga to obsess over.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder with her other hand on her hip.
“I’ve never obsessed over a man, and I’m not the one who stopped answering the phone. I called you several times after the concert and you never answered or called me back. Once I saw you posting on social media, I stopped reaching out. The phone works both ways.”
“Oh, you mean the night you cockblocked then sent me home while you rode off with the man you knew I wanted.” My brows dipped because her version of the story was nowhere close to what happened the night of the concert.
“I don’t know what you were drinking that night, but it must have altered your brain. You got sloppy drunk and almost ended up with some creepy ass dude, so I made sure you got home.” Kamesha glared at me like I was her enemy, confusing the hell out of me. None of what she described actually happened, yet she was acting as if I betrayed her in some way.
“Of course, you’re going to twist the story to make it seem better, but I know the truth. You knew I had a crush on Soul, now all of sudden you’re with him. Which doesn’t even make any sense because you and I both know you’re not his type.” I had managed to keep my cool, but this bitch must have bumped her head because she was talking crazy.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I shifted my body so that my legs were hanging out of the booth. Kamesha and I were family, so she already knew how I got down, especially when I felt disrespected. I don’t know what possessed her to try me today, but it was a poor choice on her behalf.
She tried to laugh it off, but the damage had already been done. “Oh, please. You and I both know a man like Soul needs a bad bitch on his arm. While you might have a decent looking face, your body needs a lot of work, love. No man wants to go out in public with a bitch who has to tuck her stomach in her pants.”
“Aww, hell no, bitch!” Lovely shouted as she stood from the booth, but I held my hand up to stop her. This was between Kamesha and I, and it was obvious she had some things she needed to get off her chest.
“I’ve always known you were a hater, but I guess now you’re too jealous to hide it anymore. You hated the fact that Darion wanted me when we were kids. That’s why you went behind my back and lied on me. Oh, yeah, he told me about what really happened that day. You’ve spent all this money on your body, and it still isn’t enough for you to get a man to take you seriously. I might be thick, but there’s nothing sloppy about me and youcan’t stand the fact that niggas love me. I bet it eats you up at night that you’ve fucked almost every man that ever liked me, and you still don’t have what it takes to hold their attention.” Her eyes turned into slits, and I knew things were about to go left.
“Oh, yeah? Well, I seem to be doing a good job at holding Tone’s attention.” She smirked with her arms folded. I tried to hold my laughter in because it was clear that she thought she had really done something.
“Is that what you think?” I reached back to grab my phone off the table and went right to my messages. I haven’t replied to any of his messages, but they were still in my phone, including the pictures and videos.
“For you to be holding his attention the way you claim, he still managed to find the time to message since I left his ass alone. I guess that pussy isn’t as addictive as you thought because he was begging to eat mine three days ago.”
“You’re so desperate for a man that you’re making shit up. You should be ashamed of yourself. My man doesn’t want shit to do with you.” I thought about texting Tone or walking up to him, but I refused to entertain this conversation any longer. I had a man, and I wasn’t about to disrespect him in public.
“I’m gonna spare you because you’re not even worth the time. Go back over there with my leftovers and enjoy the rest of your night. I’m here with my future in-laws and I don’t want them to see me beat a bitch’s ass tonight.”
“Bitch, you can’t do shit with me!” Kamesha swung, and it all went downhill after that. We both knew who the fighter in the family was, but she wanted to try me like I was some kind of weak ass bitch. Within seconds, patrons were surrounding us as I beat the bundles off her ass. It had been a while since I’d gotten into a fight, so I let all of my frustrations out on her.
“Get off me, fat bitch!”
“Aye, what the hell is going on?” I recognized Tone’s voice before a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. Kamesha started wilding out and trying to hit me since I was being held back. Weak ass hoe.
“You’re tryna be hard, but you need to be worried about locking your front door next time. I bought myself a nice bag with that money you left in that little shoe box in your closet.” Kamesha smirked with blood dripping from her mouth. Her confession set me off and all I saw was red. I hadn’t done enough damage, and I needed that bitch to feel me. I kicked Tone in the balls, causing him to loosen his hold. The moment I reached for Kamesha’s wig, it was over. I punched her in every part of her body I could get to before Tone scooped me up again. This time he cradled me so I couldn’t get free.
“Let me go!” I screamed as I was carried outside of the lounge. Patience, Lovely, and Adore followed behind us with their purses in their hands. Guilt plagued me because I wanted to make a good impression with them, and this wasn’t exactly my finest moment.
As soon as we made it outside, I was placed on my feet. When I turned around, I came face to face with Tone. His expression was unreadable, but I honestly couldn’t care less about how he felt.
“What the hell was all of that back there?” he asked with frustration in his voice. The audacity of this fool.
“I always knew you possessed some fuck boy tendencies, but fucking my cousin is low even for you.”
“I fucked up with that, but you left me without even giving me a chance to make things right. She pushed up on me, and I can admit that I was thinking with the wrong head. It doesn’t change the fact that I care about you.” I laughed involuntarily because he really thought I cared about his admission.
“It doesn’t matter. You and I were never anything besides fuck buddies so you can do what you want. If I hadn’t made it clear before, please don’t ever contact me again. You are dead to me.” I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.
