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“When it comes down to it, it’s one common factor, and that’s pussy! All you ever gave me was pussy, and all I ever wanted was pussy! Did I buy you a bag? Did I pay for you to get your hair done? What the fuck else can you say besides the fact that you gave me some pussy? My shorty got a lot to show for. The main thing she can show is that baby that I put in her stomach. Her name about to be on the title of my fuckin’ house. The closet space she got at my house. The thousands that I just put in her account the other day, just for the fuck of it. I can go on and on about the differences between someone who I was just fuckin’ and my actual girlfriend. Quit playing with me, yo! You the same age as me. Fuck is you doing spending time with my mama? That shit is lame, shorty. Go get you some friends that’s in your age bracket,” I advised.

“If you must know, I do your mom’s hair. I’ve been doing her hair for the past five years. I have my own shop in Atlanta, so that’s how we officially met. Why are you so mad about seeing me? I’m feeling like I struck a nerve,” she said.

“If my nerve is struck, it’s because my girl left, and I don’t know where the fuck she’s at. Beat it, hoe! Get the fuck out, man!” I snapped because I was honestly getting annoyed.

“I’ll leave, but only out of respect for Torrance. We’ll talk again.” With that, she was gone.

I wasn’t giving it too much of my energy, which is why I didn’t respond. I got up then closed and locked the door behind me. I called Miami next because maybe Mahogany had called Jashae. The two of them would sit up on the phone for hours, running their fuckin’ mouths. Plus, Mahogany made sure to call Jashae any and every time that I fucked up.

“Yo,” he answered the phone on the third ring.

“Ask your girl if she talked to Mahogany,” was the first thing I said when he answered the phone.

Miami laughed before he answered.

“Fuck did you do now, nigga?” he asked me like I was always fuckin’ up or something.

“I didn’t do shit, which is why I don’t understand why she’s mad at me! You remember Kenyatta, right? The little shorty I used to tell you about that I was running around with back in the day?” I asked.

“Yeah, I remember her. What ever happened to her? You just all of a sudden stopped talking about her and shit,” he voiced.

“Shit, I grew up, and I left her ass in the past. Wasn’t nothing really serious between us. I just happened to entertain her a little more than I did any other bitch who I was dealing with at the time. I leave my ole girl house for a few fuckin’ hours, just to handle shit at the store, and in that time, she done invited Kenyatta over here, with Mahogany in the house. I don’t know where her ass at. My mama talking about she got in a fuckin’ Uber. I wasn’t sure if she was still in Georgia, at the airport, or what. Ask Jashae and find out for me,” I voiced, sounding desperate.

“Hold on, man, let me see,” he said, and then he put me on hold.

It felt like hours went by, and this nigga still hadn’t come back on the phone. I was losing my patience and about to say fuck it and just hang up, when I finally heard some shuffling, which let me know that he’d found something out.

“She talked to her. She told Shae that she was able to get the last seat on a flight that was coming back to Miami. At this time, they’re probably boarding. Shae is supposed to pick her up when she lands. You want me to send a jet for you?” Miami asked, always feeling the need to look out.

If the shoe was on the other foot, without a doubt, I would have done the same thing for him.

“Yeah. Tell Shae that I got her. I’m begging you not to let Shae pick her up from the airport. Mahogany is running high off emotions right now, and when she lands, there’s no telling where she going to run to next. I know damn well she’s not going to the house, and I know she’s not going back to her crib because those will be the first two places that I look for her. I swear, this woman and her dramatic ass bullshit is going to stress a nigga the fuck out! Why the fuck didn’t anyone give me a disclaimer when it came to being in a relationship? I swear I would have steered in the other fuckin’ direction,” I said, stress all in my voice.

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I heard Miami laughing on the other end of the phone, like what I said was comical or some shit.

“If the shit was so easy, ask yourself if it would even be worth it. Relationships are not supposed to be easy. It’s supposed to get a little rocky, tears are supposed to be shed, voices are supposed to raise a little bit, but if you love each other, y’all gotta find a way to work this shit out. This relationship shit is new to both of y’all. Y’all jumped headfirst without any type of protection, and on top of that, y’all have a baby on the way. I know you love shorty. I hear that shit in your voice. I can hear how badly you don’t want to lose her. Go get your girl, man, and Ima tell mine to stay her ass at home while you go handle that. I’ll have a jet out there waiting for you. You should land before she does,” Miami let me know.

“Thanks, bruh. I owe you,” I said right before I ended the phone call.

Back in Miami

I landed in Miami maybe twenty minutes ago. Miami had looked out big time because the moment I got to the airport back in Atlanta, he had a private jet waiting for me, just like he’d promised. Everything was running so smoothly. I’d landed, retrieved my car from the parking garage, and now I was parked out front, in the drop off and pick-up area. Standing outside my car, I waited for Mahogany with her stubborn ass. I was sure she’d look like she’d seen a fuckin’ ghost when she saw me. I knew for a fact that I was the last face that she expected to see.

If I was a nigga who didn’t give a fuck about her ass, I would have stayed in Atlanta and not come back home until I was scheduled to, which wasn’t for another two days. People were walking in and out of the automatic doors, and I was anxious, jiggling the keys that were in my sweats, and waiting for her to come out. Mahogany had the type of presence that would stand out. Plus, not many people looked like her, so I knew that out of a crowd of hundreds, my eyes would easily fall on hers.

Damn near thirty minutes later, I saw her walk through the automatic doors with a crowd of other people. One look at her, and I could see the weariness all in her eyes. She hadn’t seen me yet, but I saw her. For about a minute, I watched as she carried her Chanel purse on her shoulder while she pulled her small suitcase. She stood amongst the crowd of people, looking at the long pick-up line. I could tell that she was searching for Jashae’s car.

I pushed myself off the car and headed in her direction, already knowing that she was going to be on her bullshit. All of those people were just going to get an eye full because I wasn’t leaving until her ass was in the car with me, and that could be willingly or unwillingly.

“Mahogany!” I called.

She saw me, gave me a look of disgust, and just like I knew she would, she tried to go in the other direction. I grabbed her arm and squeezed it.

“Let me go, Jabari! I swear to God I will scream and say that I don’t know you and that you’re kidnapping me! Move!” she voiced, trying to get out of the hold that I had her in.

“And whoever believes you, I’ll show them the videos that I have of us in my phone of you sucking my dick or me fuckin’ you! That’ll kill that theory right there of you not knowing me. Let’s go, shorty. Shae is not coming to get you,” I said as I snatched the luggage from her with my other hand.


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