Page 108 of Search My Soul
I hate you.
Me:
I love you too, Juicy. You have no idea how much. Send me a picture of my pussy when that nigga drops you off.
Juicy:
That’s never gonna happen.
Me:
That’s okay. I’ll just watch one of the videos I already have on my phone. Tell that hoe ass nigga to enjoy it while he can, cause once I get it back, I’mma wash it off and rewrite my name all over that pussy again.
Juicy:
Stupid ass nigga.
I stuffed my phone back in my pocket because there was nothing left to say. I needed a little more time, but once I handled all of my loose ends, I was getting my bitch back. My world didn’t make sense without her in it, and I would never accept her being with anyone else. Some might call me a hypocrite, but I never gave a fuck about what anyone thought about me. I meant what I said, so she had better be ready.
Two MonthsLater
“Hey, I hope you don’t mind that I invited Soul to my party. I was gonna tell him he couldn’t come, but Murk said I was being petty. Personally, I love a little pettiness in my life.” I snickered because Puma was being dead ass serious.
“He’s like a brother to you, so who am I to say he can’t come. We aren’t enemies or anything like that.”
“Are you sure, because I can call him right now and tell him that he can’t come anymore.”
“Puma, go to hell. I would never ask you to do anything like that. Besides, Soul already apologized for the shit we went through. The man gave me enough money to take care of myself for the next five years. We aren’t in a bad place.”
“I love to hear you sound so mature because I wouldn’t have been satisfied until I beat his ass. I love him to death, but you are my sister. I’ll set his whole house on fire for fucking with you,” Puma declared.
“Puma, I thought you said you were retiring your days of being a menace since you’re a mama now?” Normandee asked as she walked into the room where we were all getting dressed.
“Rome wasn’t built in a day. Besides, all bets are off when it involves y’all. I’m still a nigga’s worst nightmare.”
“And that’s why Murk stays on your ass. He knows his woman doesn’t know how to act,” I interjected.
“Exactly. My baby knows he wifed a savage. Damn, we look good,” Puma called out as we stood in front of the mirror. With her and Normandee becoming wives and having children, it had been a while since we all got dressed and went out. I was excited to step out with my crew and turn up for the night.
“I’ve been in the gym faithfully, but this ass isn’t going anywhere. The triplets did my body good, so I can’t even complain.” When Normandee turned around, I admired her thickness. Her ass was fat while her waist remained small. My pregnancy left me with a little extra thickness as well, and I’ve been a little subconscious about it until recently. Every time I go outside, the men tripped over their feet to flirt with me, so I guess I wore it well.
“Hell yeah, sis. Tee-Tee babies got your body right. I told Murk I wanted to get my boobs done because breastfeeding has them sagging to my damn ankles. He told me I could, but only if it was what I wanted. That man loves my dirty draws.”
“He really does. I think he’s right. If it will boost your confidence, then do it, but it’s a blessing to have a man who loves you so much that he doesn’t care,” I acknowledged.
“We lucked up with the men we have. Tycen was tired of me complaining so he came up with a workout regimen for usboth and started working out with me. He even got up and meal prepped my food so I wouldn’t be tempted to cheat. It can be difficult juggling four kids while being back at the hospital full-time, but he’s a big help. It feels good to have a real partner because Marquise never cleaned up or helped around the house. In his opinion, that was a woman’s job. Tycen is the complete opposite of him in every way.” I was so happy when she finally left that no-good ex of hers. There were so many men who had that same mindset that their wives were supposed to be servants while they fucked everything moving.
“I saw his bitch ass a couple of weeks ago while I was out with Murk. We were at the mall, and he was there with his baby momma. He looked like he had aged at least ten years since y’all were together and she was dragging him all over the mall while he rolled his eyes,” Puma teased.
“Yeah, the kids still call me now and then. They said all they do is argue and fight. If you ask me, he got exactly what he deserved, and so did she. Meeka told me that he got another woman pregnant, and she has been making their lives a living hell. She sent me a screenshot of one of the woman’s posts, and it was a photo of him in her bed with the caption, ‘I thought he was yours, sis?’”
“Nina used to do that shit to you when y’all first started dating. She wanted everybody and their momma to know whenever Quise was around her. Now, she is over there miserable, trying to keep up appearances.” This was one of the many reasons I never wanted to date a man with kids. Women were possessive and hated when another woman came on the scene. Plus, most men took advantage of the connection between their children’s mothers. I refused to fight a woman for a man who was supposed to be mine.
“I’m grateful I finally woke up and got my shit together. I truly dodged a bullet with him.” Normandee huffed.
“Hell yeah. He better be glad my brother didn’t put him on his ass.”
“Tycen doesn’t care about that man one bit. He told me that Quise tried to act cool with him at the club one night and he had security escort him out. My man does not play about me. I might forgive, but Tycen does not.”
