N iggas are easy . All I had to do was smile at that nigga Tyriq and he fell into my trap with ease. This is why I will never get married or settle down with one nigga. They all cheat. And his dumbass wife is sitting at home somewhere, thinking he is faithful. Dumbass.
Skye and I sat in Chanel’s Nail salon, getting our manis and pedis. We both had dates tonight. Mine was with Tyriq, hers was with that man she met at the club. He was sexy but Skye was stupid for dating him just because she liked him. She needed to see what she could get out of that nigga before he cheats on her or reveals he has a girlfriend or wife.
“Where are you and Quan going tonight?” I asked while the nail technician exfoliated her feet.
“Not sure. He’s into surprising me. I can’t fake. I love it!”
“Sounds like that nigga is controlling.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You’ve been on multiple dates with him and he never lets you choose where you want to go. Sounds like he is trying to make sure you don’t end up anywhere his wife or girlfriend will be,” I instigated.
“Are you serious right now? Do you always have to be so negative? All men are not the same!” she yelled.
“Calm down, bitch. Why are you getting so loud in here? It’s embarrassing.” I giggled.
“I’m tired of your shit. You are a miserable bitch,” she snapped. Just as she went off on me, her toes were done. She jetted out of the chair and went under the heat lamp. I could see her texting someone ferociously. Why the hell was she so upset? She was the one who was more than likely getting played. And she needed to calm the fuck down since I was her ride.
I simply smirked and continued getting my nails and toes done. By the time I sat under the heat lamps, she was getting up and heading to the front to pay. Where the hell was she rushing to?
After she paid she stepped outside but didn’t come back in. Once my nails were dry, I called her but she sent me to voicemail. This bitch had lost her mind. I decided to text her.
Me: Where are you?
Skye: My man came and picked me up. I don’t need to be around your negative energy anymore. Have a good life.
Me: You petty bitch! Don’t call me crying when you get played!
I blocked her number and shoved my phone in the bottom of my purse. Skye was naïve as fuck and it was just a matter of time before it caught up to her again. And I do care about her as a friend, but fuck it. Bitches come and go.
I paid for my nails, and hopped in my fly ride. I went back home to prepare for my date with Tyriq.
Chop was paying me to fuck with him and screw up his life. Chop wasn’t sure how to completely go about it so for now, I was just supposed to get him addicted to my pussy. Apparently Tyriq is a dog and has a weakness for pretty women. My job wasn’t going to be that hard. I just needed Chop to hurry up and figure out what he was going to do.
I planned on fucking Tyriq tonight. I needed him to be into me quickly. There was no point in taking it slow. I wasn’t trying to be wifed. Three dates and 90 day rules are for dumb bitches who want titles. Little do they know, the nigga fuckin’ someone else if he’s not getting it in with them.
Once I was dressed in a silk black romper that stopped at the knee, exposing my sexy calves, I slid my feet into a pair of silver Loubous. Those $800 shoes were courtesy of ADA Xavier. I sort of miss his ass. He would give me whatever I wanted, whenever.
While I waited to leave my house to meet Tyriq, my cell phone buzzed. It was Xavier. Speak of the devil.
He texted me.
Xavier: Where have you been? I need to see you.
Me: It’s over. I don’t want to be with a man who is married.
Xavier: I’ll leave her for you. I miss you. I love you Aoki.
Me: I don’t want you to leave your wife. She and those kids need you. I can’t do this anymore.
I had broken up with him the day Chop told me to, but X wasn’t handing it well. This nigga had lost his mind, talking about how he would leave his wife for me. I don’t want him on a full time basis. And I damn sure don’t want to be stepmom to his legion of brats.
I slipped my phone back into my Dior bag after blocking his number. There was no point in letting him have access to me any further.
Tonight I was meeting Tyriq at a club on H Street called Red Room. I was surprised at his boldness for meeting his soon to be sidepiece in public. Before heading out to meet him, I took one more glimpse at myself in the mirror. I had blown out my hair so that it was bone straight, cascading down my back. My lips were a sinful shade of red, complimented by a smoky eye.
Once I was ready, I stepped out of my house and headed to my whip. I drove to H Street and luckily found a parking spot right in front of the club. I considered this a good omen. When I stepped out of my ride, I saw Ty waiting by the entrance.
“Damn, you look good,” he complimented as I stepped closer to him.
“Thank you. You don’t look bad yourself,” I replied. He had a pair of Balmain jeans and Guiseppe sneakers on. The pants and shoes went well with his crisp black V-neck, which exposed his muscles. I also noticed he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring. This man was too damn fine for his wife to have ever thought that he would be faithful.
He paid my way into the club and we rushed our way to the bar.
“What you drinking?” he asked, whipping out some cash in a platinum money clip.
“Cuervo and sprite with lime please.” I was a simple girl who didn’t need any fancy drinks.
He ordered my drink and a Heineken for himself before walking me into a dark corner in the club. The area was secluded since most of the club goers were in the center of the dance floor.
“How are you able to come out here tonight? You aren’t worried someone would see you and tell your wife?”
“She knows I’m at the club. If anyone sees me with you, it’s easy to deny it. People are drunk and its rowdy in here. You can’t trust your own eyes,” he responded.
I found him disgusting. These niggas have zero regard for their wives.
“Why do you cheat?” I asked him over the blaring of the speakers.
“That’s not important. Why are you single?” He tried to change the subject.
“That’s not important either,” I replied.
We both laughed it off. I turned around and backed up onto him, twerking on his dick, hoping to feel something. As I backed my ass up on him even more, he brought his hands to my waist, gripping me hard.
I licked my lips as I continued grinding to the Rae Sremmurd and finally, I could feel him getting hard. The girth of his dick pressed against my shorts caused my pussy to get wet. He was packing. I wonder if he knew how to lay it right, though.
I tilted my head back and rested it on his shoulder while he kissed my neck. His masculine hands glided all over my body, causing me to feel tingly inside. I wanted to fuck him. It had been too long since I had gotten some dick. Just as I was about to suggest that we leave, I looked up and saw a familiar face at the bar…