I didn’t even have the strength to sit there and fight the bitch. My problem was with Cevon, and how he fuckin lied to me. This nigga sat up in my face a
nd lied that easily. I felt so stupid for even giving this nigga another chance again. It’s not even the fact that he fucked her that I’m mad about, because that’s in the past–even though he was fuckin both of us at the same time. It’s the fact that he was able to lie about the shit that pissed me off like that.
Chapter 13: Cevon
I can’t believe Kyla came in there showing her ass like that. We were in the middle of putting down a banging ass track and she wanted to come in there with that bullshit. After I told everybody to get out, I hopped out the chair and walked over to Kyla. I grabbed her by the front of her shirt.
“What the hell is wrong with you girl?” I screamed.
“You motha fucka, with your lying ass. I swear to God, I hate you. I don’t even know why I took you back. All you do is lie and cheat on me,” she yelled through tears.
At that moment, I felt as if I should have told her the day she asked me if I had fucked Monica, but I just couldn’t. It’s crazy because I knew sooner or later that Kyla was going to find out about the shit, but after months passed by and the situation was never addressed again, I just thought that I was good.
“Got me looking stupid as fuck that day, while you were all in that bitch face smiling, talking about that’s your home girl. Whatever we had going on, it’s done. Cevon, I swear I fuckin hate you,” she said, punching me in my chest and trying to get me to loosen my grip on her shirt.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m telling you now. Yes I fucked her, but that shit is old. That happened damn near two years ago, when he had broken up,” I said, pleading my case.
“How many times did you fuck her?” Kyla asked.
“Man, does it matter?” I said, getting annoyed. That’s why I didn’t want to tell her in the first place, because she always wanted a fuckin description about some shit.
“Yes it matters, now answer my damn question!” she barked.
“Shit, I don’t remember,” I said. Honestly I didn’t. I fucked Monica a few times.
“You fucked that bitch so many damn times that you don’t even remember. You a dirty ass nigga, I swear to God. Fuck you Cevon, and let my shirt the fuck go so that I can leave,” she said, looking at me like she wanted to kill my ass. I didn’t even bother to chase her; I just let her go because it wasn’t nothing else that I could say at that point to make the situation right. I lied and she warned my ass that if she found out that I had lied that she would leave me, and she was keeping true to her word.
Symone
Ever since the whole thing went down with me, Ka’lani, and Tyrone, I had been pretty much just trying to get things right. I will admit that I was wrong for trying to fuck my sister’s husband. It’s just when I found out that this bitch was my sister, I was too mad. I was used to always being the daddy’s girl, and I felt like she was going to just pop up and take my spot, so me trying to get with Tyrone was just a little payback, even though he was fine as hell. I know for a fact that I could never have Tyrone, though. That man loves his wife. I swear, I wish I could find me a man that loves me the way Tyron loves Ka’lani.
Since I’m not working anymore, I’ve been taking the time out to just think about certain things. Mainly, I just wanted to apologize to both Tyrone and Ka’lani, mainly Ka’lani since that is my sister. I would like to have a good relationship with her and my niece. I picked up my phone to call my dad, so that he could give me Ka’lani’s phone number. After staying on the phone with him for over 30 minutes, we finally hung up and I went to go call Ka’lani.
“Hello?” Ka’lani picked up and from her voice, I could tell that she was busy.
“Hey Ka’lani, this is Symone,” I said to her.
“Why are you calling me? And how did you even get my number?” she asked me.
“Dad gave it to me. I’m just calling you because I would like for us to meet up and talk. I just have a few things that I would like to get off my chest,” I told her.
There was a long pause before she finally answered me.
“Okay, and I’m bringing Tisha with me. I don’t know what’s going to go down, so I’m going to need somebody to hold me back just in case I decide to jump crazy. I’m at work right now, so we can meet at Red Lobster tonight at 8,” she said, and then hung up the phone.
“Lord please give me the strength to put up with this bitch and her nasty ass attitude,” I said silently.
At 7:45, I was pulling up to Red Lobster. I assumed Ka’lani wasn’t there yet, because I didn’t see her Range Rover in the parking lot. I made my way inside and told the waitress that it would be three of us dining, and that I was just waiting for the other two to arrive. She went ahead and walked me towards my table, and I looked through the menu to find me something to eat.
Thirty minutes later, Ka’lani and Tisha finally decided to bring their asses on. I was pissed that I had to sit and wait for them to get there. I can’t lie though, those two bitches were pretty as hell. Tisha was wearing an all-white Herve Leger bandage dress, with a badass pair of Christian Louboutin heels with the colorful spikes all around it. She had her red hair parted down the middle with loose bouncy curls flowing down her back. I swear, she looked just like Charlie Baltimore. Ka’lani had on an all-black strapless jumpsuit that hugged her body to perfection. She had on a pair of 6-inch Giuseppe Zanotti heels, and her hair was parted down the middle as well, bone straight.
“Hey,” I said to both of them as soon as they sat down in front of me at the table.
“Hey,” Ka’lani said, but Tisha didn’t speak back; she was too busy texting away on her phone.
“So, what did you have to talk to me about?’ Ka’lani asked as soon as the waitress left from taking our orders.
“I rather tell you, when it’s just the two of us,” I said, looking at Tisha. I knew that she was going to bring her but damn, I didn’t think the bitch would be at the table with us while we discussed our business.