“Is she gonna be around our son?” she asked, ignoring my question.
“Man, Jada,” I barked. “I don’t be worried about what you do, so don’t be worried about what the fuck I do. What do you want?” I asked again.
“I’ma go to your office,” Islah said softly.
“Iight, baby.”
“BABY! So that’s your girl?” Jada yelled.
I walked around the counter to grab Jada up, but she was backing away from me.
“You need to get the fuck outta here, Jada. You have no reason to be here, anyway.”
“I came here to talk ‘bout us.”
I yanked her up, finally. “Bitch, I told you, there’s no me and you, get the hell on!”
I dragged her to the door and put her outside.
“You really think that wig-wearing, light skin bitch is better than me?”
I laughed at her. “The fact that the only thing you can comment on is that she wears a wig—a good wig, better than your actual bald-headed ass; remember, I know you—and that she’s light-skinned is all the reason why she’s better than you. You are a hookah-smoking, Instagram bad body-built fake ass model that thought it was cute to fumble the only nigga that gave your dumb ass a chance. Get the fuck on.”
Jada had tears coming down her face.
“I’ma see you,” she said as she walked off.
“Man, you gonna meet your maker, Jada, stop fuckin’ with me.”
I closed the door, and when I turned around, Islah was standing there laughing.
“Mannn, don’t say shit, players fuck up sometimes.”
She laughed even more, and I pulled her into my arms.
“Am I gonna have to worry about her?” Islah asked.
“Hell no, that bitch is all bark, with a cheap ass bite.”
After we waited for Keith to show up, I took Islah out for lunch and then took her shopping, then we went back to my place, cooked dinner together, and then cuddled up on the couch watching a movie as I held her in my arms.
“Stay with me tonight,” I asked softly.
She nodded. “Okay.”
Once the movie was over, Islah was knocked out. I picked her up and carried her to bed.
She woke up a lil’ and helped me change her clothes while kissing her in between. She pulled away from me for a second and looked into my eyes. To me, she looked a lil’ worried.
“I’m scared that I’m falling for you,” she voiced.
I smiled. “Good, I want you to.”
She kissed me. “Can you just hold me?”
“I can do whatever you need, mamas.”
We got into bed, found a movie, and drifted back to sleep. She was cuddled back in my arms.