The Faithful Side Chick, page 4
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“Excuse me, ladies,” a fine-ass brother with a beard said as he walked past Trina and me.
Trina grabbed my hand, trying to get my attention.
“Bitch, I know you see how fine that nigga is. And I also saw how he smiled at you.”
“Bitch, you tripping. All the nigga said was, ‘Excuse me.’”
“Yeah, right. He only said that to get your attention. Trust me. I’ve been around niggas my whole life. I know that trick.”
“Uh-huh, whatever you said, bitch. You ready for this workout?”
“My fat ass gon’ get on this treadmill.”
“A’ight, cool. I’ma start on this bike. Say a prayer for me, bitch.”
So, Mr. Handsome with the Beard was fine as fuck. I saw him pass by a few more times and glance at me. I know his ass was flirting with me, but he was doing it discreetly. I didn’t want to come off thirsty, so I pretended to be busy exercising and not paying him any mind.
After an hour of working out, I was tired and ready to fall out. I walked over to the bench where Trina sat for twenty-five minutes. “Ho, you can have this shit. I’m not coming back. I almost died.”
“It’s only ’cause it’s your first day. You’ll be all right.”
“Ladies, are y’all doing okay? I’m Jihad and one of the owners.”
“Well, I’m Trina, and this is my bestie, the very single, no kids and no man-drama, Alyssa.”
This bitch did not just put my business out there like that. I just want to punch her ass in the throat.
“Hello, Trina and Miss Alyssa. Welcome to my gym. I hope y’all had a good first day.”
“My fat ass is tired, and I’m about to go to the car while Miss Alyssa tells you about her workout plans.”
I stood there flabbergasted by this bitch. I wanted to run after her and snatch her weave off her head, but this old, fine-ass nigga was standing in my face. My head drifted to his well-toned body, and the speedo he had on wasn’t doing much to hide his dick print. I quickly lifted my head, so he wouldn’t notice I was checking him out—especially that dick.
“So, Alyssa, what are your plans, and what do you plan on accomplishing?”
“Huh, my plans?”
“Yes, your workout plans?”
“Well, I ain’t really got no plans. I just want to lose this stomach and these extra pounds that I done put on.”
“Oh, OK. Well, I can draw up a workout plan for you if you like. It will focus on the stomach and body toning.”
“Well, I would definitely appreciate that, but I don’t have no extra money to do all that. I’m a student, and I’m balling on a budget.”
“Nah, nothing extra. Student? What are you studying?”
“Massage therapy.”
“Hmmm, really? So, you’re not only beautiful, but you’re also smart.”
“Is that an insult, Jihad?”
“Nah, I’m just blown away by your beauty, and finding out you’re also smart is a plus. Anyway, here is my card. You can call me about anything. I’m here almost daily; if I’m not, you can hit my line.” He handed me his business card.
“Okay, great. I got to go. I’ll see you around, Jihad.”
“I’ll definitely be looking for you, Alyssa.”
I sashayed off, twitching extra hard ’cause I knew his ass was still standing there. I got to my car, where this bitch was standing outside waiting on me.
“Damn, bitch, you could’ve unlocked the car.”
“That’s what yo’ ass get for putting me out there like that.”
“Bitch, I did yo’ ass a favor. Did you get the number?”
“Nah, I ain’t get the number. You know I’m chilling right now.”
“Bitch, you trippin’. Let me see, is it because he not a dope boy? ’Cause the nigga looked paid. You see all those people in the gym? I know he got some damn money. Shit, this might be the come-up for you for real.”
“Ho, is that all you think about? A come-up?”
“Bitch, yeah. And if yo’ ass ain’t thinking about it, I need to find me a new bitch that is trying to secure the bag.”
I shook my head and laughed at this fool before I got into the car. “Bitch, I was just fooling around. I got his business card. He told me to call him whenever. You heard that whenever. I ain’t see no ring on his finger, so Mr. Jihad might be single.”
“Ring or not, that ain’t never stopped you before.”
“You’re right, but a bitch is getting old. Maybe it’s time for me to find a nigga for myself and have a few babies, you know?”
“Bitch, please. Just stop this foolery. You have your whole life ahead of you.”
“Let’s go ’cause yo’ head ain’t right.”
“Nah, you seem to be the one that hit your head. I want my money-chasing, bag-securing bitch back now.”
I pulled off laughing in my head at this bitch’s craziness. I love her ass and wouldn’t trade her for nothing.
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I lay on my back, legs on Jihad’s shoulders, while his head was buried deep inside my wet pussy. The desk was kind of hard, but the pleasure I received made up for that minor discomfort.
“Aweee, oweeiii, damn, aw, I love this,” I whispered as my legs trembled and juices expelled from my body. Jihad hungrily licked my pussy clean until the last drop of come disappeared.
He then got up and pulled me closer to him. “Wait, do you have a condom?”
“Shit, nah. I want to feel you. Are you on birth control?”
“No, and I don’t want to get pregnant,” I whined.
“I got you. I’ma pull out.”
Shit, I don’t want to get pregnant by this nigga, but I was horny as fuck and wanted the dick. He didn’t wait for me to give him an answer as he slid his dick inside. This nigga’s dick wasn’t only long; it was thick too. His ass looked like he was fucking with steroids. I ain’t never had a dick this damn big. But I was determined to fuck the hell out of this nigga. So, I bossed up and slid all the way on the dick. My insides were screaming, “Bitch, you trippin’,” but I wanted to leave an impression on this nigga, so I bore the pain and let him tear up my pussy.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe I let you fuck me in the office. I wonder if anybody heard us?”
“The music is playing. You have to admit, though, we both wanted this. You can’t deny the chemistry between us, and that’s some good pussy you got there.”
“Nigga, my pussy is on fire. It should be a damn crime to walk around with a dick this damn big.” I shot him a serious look.
“You’ll get used to it. You’d be surprised to know some women appreciate a brother with a good size.”
“That’s ’cause them hoes are crazy. I need my insides to stay fully intact.”
Knock, knock.“Hold on.”
He walked over to the door. “Who is it?”
“Yo, it’s Jaseem.”
“Hold on, bro. Gimme a second.”
I was already dressed by the time he turned around. “I need to get up outta here.”
“Chill, yo. That was only my brother. He cool, but I need to get back to work. I’ll call you later when I finish here.”
“Okay, cool.” I grabbed my purse, straightened my clothes, and left.
I spotted a chick in workout clothes walking in just as I walked out. The bitch almost bumped me. I turned around to see who the fuck this attitude-ass bitch was, but she had already stepped into the office and slammed the door shut.
I was too damn tired to work out today. Shit, all that fucking I did should be considered working out. I decided to walk to my car, but I couldn’t help but wonder who the hell that ho was.
Chapter Six
Jihad
Oh shit. That was a close call. As soon as Alyssa walked out of my office, I heard the door open. “Did you leave something?”
“Who? Leave what?”
I quickly turned around. I thought it was Alyssa who walked back in ’cause she left seconds ago.
“Hey, babes. I thought it was Jaseem coming back in.”
“Who is that girl that just walked out?” She looked at me all suspicious.
“Huh, who?” I was buying time to get my shit straight.
“Jihad, that bitch that just walked out of yo’ office seconds ago, who was that?”
“That’s one of my clients. I had to go over her personal training plan with her.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Baby, you a’ight?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Had a rough day at work today, so I need to let off some steam. Plus, it’s been awhile since I been here.”
“Well, that’s because you have yo’ own personal trainer at home now.” So I walked over to her and kissed her.
“You better stop playing, boy, before I get butt-ass naked in here.”
“Shit, I’m horny anyway. Let me slide up in you really quick.”
“In here?” She shot me a crazy look.
“Yeah, why not? This my office, and I can lock the door.”
I walked over, locked the door, and pulled her close. Once I started kissing her and fondling her, she finally gave in. Before I knew it, her panties dropped to her ankles, and I was pounding her from the back. I grabbed her hips as she threw her ass back on me, almost knocking me to the ground.
“Oh shit. I’m about to bust, baby. Oh shit,” I yelled out as I busted all up in her.
I leaned on the table for support ’cause my ass was worn the fuck out. It took me a few seconds to get a little strength together.
“Damn, somebody was backed up, huh?” She turned around and looked at me before walking off into the bathroom.
Shit. I hope this takes away any suspicions she had.
“You done wore out my ass,” she said as she walked out of the bathroom.
“You know I love fucking you, babes.”
“Uh-huh, now, I got to go out here limping.”
“You’ll be a’ight.” I slapped her on the ass.
“I’m gone.”
She grabbed her bags, unlocked the door, and left . . .
Fuck. That was a close one. I gots to be more careful, I thought as I slumped down in my chair. Shit, a nigga was beat. Busting back-to-back like that did a number on my body. I think I might close up early tonight.
Then I heard the door open again. I looked up, and it was my brother this time. “Yo, son, why you ain’t hit me up when you saw Brooklyn walk in?”
“Man, I was in the back helping a lady. I was trying to come in here to grab something when you said hold on. I spotted her when I walked back over to the entrance. I couldn’t even do anything. I just stood there talking to her.”
“Man, shit. As soon as Alyssa left, she walked in. I swear I would’ve been dead, my nigga.”
“Yo, I don’t even understand why you fucking around wit’ that little hood bitch. Brooklyn is a boss bitch. You gon’ fuck around and fuck up a good thing.”
“Listen, big bro, I got this . . . Brooklyn is a boss bitch and all that good shit, but she older. Her pussy ain’t that tight, but Alyssa got that young pussy. Every time I get up in there, I feel like I got to bust. My nigga, it’s a different kind of feeling.”
“I hear you, li’l bro. All I’m saying is, don’t fuck up a good thing over pussy.”
“I got you.” Then I stood up and walked out.
I love my brother to death, but he’s been married to the same old, churchgoing, boring bitch for the last ten years. See, I was more like my daddy. He had Mama home, but he was a beast in them streets. I had to say I done met over fifteen bitches that my daddy used to fuck by the time I reached 21. Daddy once told me, “As long as you taking care of home, it don’t matter what you do in them streets.” I’ve lived by that motto.
I done ran through so many of these bitches up in this bitch, it should be a crime. These hoes were lonely and yearned for a little attention. That’s where I come in. I’m good for boosting confidence, and then the next thing you know, I’m in their drawers. It was mostly only the single bitches, but I done banged a few married bitches. Shit, their husband should be thanking me. I made their bitches healthy and much better in bed. In the end, we all win.
See, with Brooklyn, things were different. I watched her for days until I felt it was the right time to approach her. I immediately peeped that she was one of those bougie-ass bitches, which made me even more eager to get her. I know her type and the games they like to play, pretending like they don’t want to fuck. It didn’t take me long to get up in them drawers and have that bitch begging me to move in. At first, I was hesitant, but why not? I could still play the perfect nigga and still fuck these other hoes.
Everything was going great . . . until I called that bitch’s phone, and she didn’t pick up. See, that was my pussy, and there was no way I was gon’ sit around and allow her to throw my pussy all over town. I almost snapped on her ass, but I had to chill out. I got things to do, and acting like this wasn’t gon’ get nothing accomplished like that. So, here I am, getting ready to get married in the name of love. Or is it something else?
I couldn’t get enough of fucking Alyssa. After that close call, I started going over to her place. She didn’t live on the best side of town, but as soon as I dive into the pussy, all my senses go out the window. Within two months, my ass was fucking her raw, busting in her. I done bought her a nice Honda Accord and gave her a grand a week. I hate to admit it, but this little bitch had me wide open.
I was trying my best to juggle these two bitches. Alyssa was really chill. As long as I fucked her and spent time with her, she was cool. But on the other hand, Brooklyn kept coming at me with the bullshit. I kept trying to lie, but I was running out of excuses. My ass needs to figure out this shit fast.
Chapter Seven
Brooklyn
“I don’t know if I should go through with this wedding,” I said to Jasmine as we had lunch at Friday’s.
“What are you talkin’ about, chick? We’re just months away from your big day.”
“I don’t know. I feel like things are changing between Jihad and me.”
“Bitch, you’re just getting cold feet. You know if a nigga ain’t no good for you, my ass gon’ tell you. I must admit, I did not like him at first. But you seem to be happy with him. Ain’t none of us got to live with him but you.”
“I know. I know. Mama said the same exact thing. I love that man, and I just hope all this is real.”
“I mean, if he was broke, then we would say he was after your money. But the nigga is paid. What else could he possibly want? You been through a lot, so your heart is being careful.”
“You right, boo. See, that’s why I need you to keep me on track.”
“That’s why we’re best friends.”
We busted out laughing and went back to eating and drinking wine. After lunch, we parted ways. I headed home ’cause I was finished with all my clients for the day. I just sat in the car for a few minutes when I pulled into the driveway. I tried to shake this feeling that I was having.
Then I saw the mailman pulling up to the mailbox.
“Hey, there, Miss Evans.”
“How are you, Mr. Smith?”
He handed me my mail, and I walked up the driveway to the front door. It was nice outside, so I might come back out later when the sun goes down to wash my car. I walked into the house and decided to go upstairs and jump in the shower. As I made my way up the stairs, I heard sounds. Not just any sounds but sexual moans. I tiptoed toward Briana’s room, pressed my ear on the door, and was shocked to hear what was going on. Immediately, I busted open the door.
“Oh my God! What are you doing in here?” Briana’s fast ass jumped up butt-ass naked.
“No, the question is, what the hell are you doing in here?”
“Get out of my room. You ain’t my damn mama. I can do what I want to do.”
I could tell the boy was scared as hell.
“I’m so sorry. I’m about to go,” he said.
“Yes, get the hell out of my house.”
He grabbed his clothes and dashed past me.
“What you think you’re doing bringing this nigga up in my house?”
“Lady, I’m 15 years old. My mama don’t have no problem with me having a boyfriend, so why do you?”
“In case you didn’t notice, this is my damn house, and you must abide by my rules. Yo’ fast ass was supposed to be in school. Is this the shit you been doing behind our backs?”
“I’m about to call my mama and my daddy. I got nothing else to say to you. Now, get out of my room.”
“Who the fuck you think you talkin’ to, little girl? You can barely wash yo’ ass, but you up in my damn house having sex. Yes, go ahead, call yo’ damn parents before I strangle yo’ little ass up in here,” I snapped.
I had to walk off before I did something serious to this little grown-ass girl. Thank God for my degree in psychology ’cause it prepared me to deal with out-of-control teenagers. If she were my child, I would’ve torn up that ass. She wouldn’t have any behind left to sit on.
I tried calling Jihad’s phone, but it just kept going to voicemail. Where the fuck this nigga at when he needs to be over here getting a handle on his out-of-control-ass daughter?
After my shower, I made me a cup of soup. My head was pounding, so I took two Tylenol. When I checked my phone, and his ass still hadn’t called back even though I left several messages and sent him a few texts. So I went through my phone and found his brother’s number.
“Yo.”
“Hey, Jaseem, is Jihad at the gym with you?”
“Oh, hey, Brooklyn. Nah, he left about thirty minutes ago.”
“Did he say where he was going?”
“Nah, is something wrong?”
“No, I was worried ’cause I was calling his phone, but it kept going to voicemail.”
“I’ma try calling him, but he might be on the way home.”
“Okay, thanks.”
I cut on the television. I was worn the hell out, physically and mentally. The closer it gets to this wedding, I can’t help but wonder if I’m making the right decision by letting Jihad’s daughter move in here. Her ass has been nothing but trouble since she got here.
