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  “Chanel, did you get second opinions from different doctors?”

  “Well we have a family doctor. He’s the only one my mom and I trust, so he’s been working with me.”

  “What does your father think?”

  “He doesn’t care. My mom called to tell him and he just left town afterwards and didn’t even come by.”

  “Was he always like that?”

  “No, so I was surprised. He had been a little distant since the divorce, but he was still a good father.”

  “I see.”

  “Oh… shit! Excuse me I didn’t mean to curse.”

  “No it’s okay. What’s wrong?”

  “I’m embarrassed to say,” she half smiled.

  “Don’t be. Think of me as a friend.”

  “I’ve started my period and I need you to get my mom so she can help me change and get a pad.”

  I placed Cevynne in her carrier and moved closer to the bed.

  “You have a period?”

  “Yes,” she chuckled. “Don’t you?”

  “Well, yeah, I do but I don’t have cancer, Chanel. I think you need—”

  “Alright, lunch is ready!” Louise walked in with Chaz behind her, carrying a pitcher of fresh lemonade and glasses.

  “Louise, your daughter needs your help with something.” I stared into her eyes knowingly.

  “Oh?” Louise moved over towards Chanel who whispered into her ear. I kept my eyes on Louise, and the look she gave me let me know my hypothesis was right; something was off here. “I think you guys should go home now. Chanel isn’t feeling too well and—”

  “What is this?” I hissed. “Why is she having a period?”

  “Erynne, not in front of Chaz!” Chanel whined.

  “Erynne, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Chaz gritted, looking at me like he wanted to knock fire from my ass as he set the things in his hands down.

  “Her! She’s lying! This is a fucking lie!”

  “Okay, you need to get out of my home.” Louise frowned deeply.

  “I’m sorry about this, Louise.” Chaz shook his head then looked to me, “Bring yo’ ass on.”

  I was afraid to follow him, but I knew if I stayed, Louise might call the police on me, and Chaz might drag me out of here.

  “Give me my fucking daughter.” Chaz yanked Cevynne’s carrier from me as soon as we got outside.

  I was silent as he buckled her in, and then neglected to open the door for me. I hopped in once he did, and watched as his strong jaw twitched; he was furious and I was frightened.

  “Chaz, she—”

  “Shut up. Shut the fuck up. I’m heated and I know you know that shit so just don’t say nothing until I calm the fuck down.”

  “I didn’t—”

  “I’ll hurt yo’ feelings, Erynne, so please shut the fuck up,” he spoke calmly again.

  Folding my arms, I just looked out the window and shook my head. I hated when he was like this towards me because it made me feel like a little baby when I wanted to cry.

  We made it home, and for the next couple of hours, he ignored me, so I went back to work. Around 8:15 p.m., I heard a car pull up in the parking lot of my shop, so I rushed towards the front to wait for Helene so I could unlock the door for her.

  Once I saw the car door open, I came out of the shop, and started towards her in case she needed help with her bags. But when I got there I saw it was Rodney wearing a smug expression.

  “Didn’t I tell you to mind yo’ damn business?” He cocked his head, eyes squinted.

  “You beat her up. I can’t let her stay with you.”

  “Then I can’t let you stay out of jail with your family. So now that you’ve pissed me the fuck off, I want $10,000 by the end of this week, or I’m going to the police to tell them you were the last person Risk saw.”

  “I—”

  “Don’t pretend like you ain’t got it. Nice ass hair salon in West Hollywood, rapper husband; ten-thousand dollars ain’t nothing but chump change to you.”

  “I’m not giving you shit.”

  “Then be on the lookout for the police, beautiful.”

  “Wait.” I stopped him from closing the car door. “If I give you the money will you let Helene go? And leave me alone?”

  “If you make it $20,000 I will.”

  Looking around the parking lot as I nibbled on my lip, I finally replied, “Deal.”

  “Nice doing business with you, sexy.”

  “Whatever.” I turned on my heels and jogged back to my shop.

  If $20,000 would save my friend and me, then so be it. But how was I going to explain to Chaz where that money went? I’ll just cross that bridge when I get to it.

  Chapter Six: Kady

  I was feeling slightly better down below, so Ishmael agreed to watch Ishaun while I went to the gym with Cassie for a little bit. I was anxious to get back to work, but before I could do that, I needed my body to be back in shape. My stomach was flat, but I wasn’t the same weight that I was before I got pregnant. Ishmael said he liked it, but that was when he was my man. Now I didn’t give a fuck and needed to make sure my body matched my resume measurements still.

  “So is everything weird?” Cassie asked as we ran on the treadmill. I could barely talk so I was confused on how this bitch could let out perfect sentences while keeping up.

  “Yes, very weird. It’s like sometimes we don’t know what to do when we’re in one another’s presence. So I just told him not to come by unless it was to see our son because we have no reason to chill together.”

  “Makes sense. Do you think he’ll come back?”

  “I don’t know but I didn’t…” I had to pause because I was running out of breath. “I didn’t leave him to make him do what I want. I left him because I refuse to be his girlfriend until we’re eighty years old.”

  “I understand, because of what you went through with Nuzi. You deserve someone who is gonna have it right, and as badly as I want that to be Ishmael, I want you to be happy more.”

  “Thank you,” I half smiled.

  We jogged on the treadmill for an hour longer, and then we got off to go sit on those big yoga balls to do some sit ups. Once we finished doing ten reps of 30 sit-ups, we decided to take a water break.

  “Did you see him on that Instagram blog? Leaving the club with some girl?” I asked Cassie just before I downed some water.

  “No, I don’t really check that stuff at all. I’ll only run across it if it blows up and I’m on at the time.”

  “Me too but of course I got tagged in it. I look dumb as hell because I literally just had this nigga’s baby and he’s out with another bitch,” I chuckled angrily. “I almost commented and said we were broken up but I just ignored it.”

  “That’s best. Don’t let that shit get to you. I never pay attention to those damn blogs anymore.” She exhaled and then said, “Jude popped up at my photo shoot.”

  “Jude Whittaker? Like our old manager, Jude?” I could feel how wide my eyes were at the moment.

  “Yes, and I think he believes that I told on him.”

  “Did you?”

  “Kady! Hell no! I don’t give a fuck about him! And I don’t know why he’s assuming I’m the one who snitched. Sure I threatened to, but I didn’t.”

  “Maybe he’s gonna accuse us all and see who cracks first or something.”

  “I don’t know but right now I don’t need them problems. And I really don’t want Kordell getting a whiff of this because he’s going to get involved and probably fuck something up.”

  “I know, right.” I nodded while laughing.

  We sat and talked for a little longer, then did some leg exercises before leaving. I told her I wanted to go out tonight, and then sent a group text message to let Erynne and Laine know. By the grace of God, everyone was able to get out, and since my name as well as theirs rang a few little bells, I’m sure we’d get in for free with bottle service. That was the only way I clubbed these days anyway. Kady Rowe wasn’t s
tanding in nobody’s line, or on her feet in the club. Nope!

  I stopped to get myself an iced tea from Starbucks, and then I made my way home. I missed my son even though up until today I’d been with him 24/7. I just loved him so much, and I wanted to spend every minute I had with him. However, tonight I was going out, and his daddy was gonna watch him. It was the least he could do since I’d been doing every damn thing since he left.

  When I got to the home Ishmael and I used to share, I went right up the stairs to Ishaun’s room. I saw Ishmael had just laid him down, so I went over to give my baby a kiss as Ishmael watched me. He then followed me out of the bedroom, and grabbed my arm, which I snatched.

  “Don’t touch me. And I need you to watch him again tonight because I’m going out.”

  “Going out? Where and with whom?” he scowled. I wanted to lie and say a nigga, but I decided against it. He wasn’t worth it.

  “With my friends to have some fun that’s all. I won’t even be long, maybe two hours. So can you do this or not?” I looked up into his handsome face.

  He was so tall and had the perfect amount of muscle, which was covered in his smooth deep brown skin. He smelled so good and looked even better in his white t-shirt, black sweats, socks, and slides. He and his cousins were the only niggas I knew that looked fine as hell dressed in damn near anything.

  Running his hand across his hair, he licked his sexy brown lips and replied, “Yeah, I got you.”

  “Thanks. But that’s not until tonight so you can leave right now.”

  “Kady.”

  “Ish, please.”

  “Aight.”

  I made a point not to mention that bitch he left the club with because Laine told me not to. She said if I did he would know I cared and wouldn’t make any moves. He needed to think I knew and didn’t care.

  “Is this about what you saw on the gram?” He called after me.

  “What? No. You just don’t live here. I don’t care who you smash.”

  I kept going until I made it to my bedroom. I closed the door behind myself, and then went to take a shower. Once out, I slipped into another sports bra, some panties, tights, and then fuzzy socks.

  I was about to go get a snack, but I just took a second and sat down on the bed. My breathing became labored, and since Ishmael was gone, I dropped my face into my hands to cry. It was so hard pretending not to care in front of everyone, so when I got alone it was like I couldn’t help but to break down.

  I hated crying over men, namely ones like Nuzi and Ishmael, because it made me feel so weak. I wasn’t weak at all, I was just a hopeless romantic and always trying to make shit work even when it was obvious it wasn’t going to. I was done doing that though, because I was too good to allow niggas to mistreat me. Plus, I refused to let my son grow up watching his mother get played, because he’d think it was okay.

  “Kady,” Ishmael’s deep voice jarred me from my crying.

  Embarrassed, I quickly wiped my face and began looking around the room, primarily for a brown paper bag to put over my head.

  “What? I told you to leave.”

  He licked his lips again sexily, and then came further into the bedroom, closing the door behind himself.

  “Why are you crying, baby?” He stood directly in front of me, hands planted deeply in his sweat pants pockets as his cologne permeated the air and his dick print took center stage.

  I was too ashamed to look up at him, so he kneeled down in front of me. I quickly turned away trying to hide my tears, but they came running down anyway. Because I was attempting to hold it in, my body began to jerk very lightly, so he promptly hugged me into his broad chest.

  “Kady, come on. I love you.” He kissed the side of my face as I cried hard but silently into his t-shirt. “I love you, I swear I do.”

  “Moooove.” I pressed my hand into his chest to push him, but he was like pure metal.

  He pulled away some, and kissed my wet lips with his, before trailing it to my neck and collarbone. I covered my face, still feeling self-conscious, as he laid me flat on the bed. My chest heaved up and down rapidly as I sobbed harder than I’d ever had, while he removed my fuzzy socks. I felt his big hands grip the waistband of my tights and underwear, bringing them down my thighs.

  I was paralyzed, and just wanted to disappear for a little bit. My body was limp yet it felt too heavy for me to even get up and walk anywhere. I was spent and exhausted from the constant romantic failures, in conjunction with just having had a baby only almost two months ago.

  Ishmael began kissing down my stomach, apologizing and telling me how much he loved me as if that would help anything. I knew he loved me, he just didn’t love me the way I wanted him to. He wanted us to be the new age Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell, but that wasn’t enough for me.

  “Mmm,” a moan burst through my lips uncontrollably as Ishmael began to eat my pussy.

  I was still crying softly, face covered with my hands, and my sports bra still on while he feasted between my legs. It felt good, but I wasn’t in the mood for any of this.

  Pressing his face further, making my legs spread wider, he sucked my clit gently which slowly eased up my sobbing. It seemed as if I couldn’t cry and enjoy the feeling of head at the same time. As my wails turned to light sniffles, Ishmael continued to eat my pussy like he’d been dreaming about it for years. I felt my orgasm rising, and once it spilled over, he lapped it up and kept going. His hands groped my thighs as they sat on his shoulders, while he switched back and forth between sucking my bud and flicking his tongue over it.

  “Mmm, shit,” I cooed lowly, wanting to pull away.

  My legs started to shake just as he went harder, letting my juices soak his beard. As the last orgasm ripped through me, I jerked hard as hell, as my legs continued to tremble. He cleaned me with his tongue, and then kissed up my stomach while caressing my thighs and groping my ass. I hadn’t once removed my hands from my face during this entire session.

  “No, leave.” I put my hand on his chiseled abs when I saw he was gonna try to fuck me. His dick was hard as hell, ready to rip through his sweats, but he could let that bitch he left the club with fix that. If I wasn’t gonna be just his girlfriend, what made him think I was gonna be his baby mama that he could fuck on with no commitment?

  “Kady.”

  “Ishmael, leave.” I grabbed his t-shirt and threw it up at him. “Leave! Go be with that bitch you took home from the club!” I’d tried to hold it in, but I just lost it.

  “I don’t want her, Kady! I want you! You’re the one who broke up with me!” he barked, still standing over me on his knees.

  “Yes, because you want to be a little boy! We want different things! I want a husband, you want a little bitch you can fuck and have kids with!”

  He looked down at me for a few with his lips tucked in before saying, “Aight.” He climbed off the bed, and I watched his sexy tatted back lustfully before he pulled the shirt over it.

  I grabbed my panties and tights, then rushed off to the bathroom to clean up. When I heard him slam my bedroom door, I just sat on the closed toilet top and stared at the bathroom rugs.

  Kordell

  “Hello?” I answered my phone after seeing an un-stored number flash across. I usually wouldn’t have answered, but the shit woke me up from my nap so I did it out of habit.

  “Hi, honey,” my mother sang into the phone.

  I hadn’t seen her ass in a couple months since she approached me at that photo shoot, and to be honest, I was fine with that. A couple years ago that shit would have bothered me, but now I couldn’t care less about her ass. It was sad to say but it was the truth.

  “What you want? You don’ woke me up out of my fucking sleep so you better have some shit good to say,” I hissed.

  I hated to talk to my mother like she was one of these bops on the street, but that was the level she was at in my life. She wasn’t any better than these busted open scheming hoes in Los Angeles.

  “I finished today. I e
nrolled in an intensive therapy program and today I… I guess you can say I graduated!”

  Sitting up, I swung my legs off the side of the bed and asked, “What are you even talking about?” I massaged the bridge of my nose with my free hand.

  “We can discuss it more over a meal. How about you come over and bring your wife and my grandson.”

  “I have two kids.”

  “Oh yes, I’m sorry. Bring the whole family over—”

  “Nah, I’m not doing that. You ain’t meeting my damn kids. Now tell me what the fuck you bumping ya damn gums about. I ain’t got all fucking day.”

  “Kordell, please, I’m really trying.”

  “Aight look, the best I can do is bring my wife, but my kids ain’t coming around you anytime soon.”

  “I’ll take it! Be at the house this evening around 7 p.m.”

  “Yep.” I hung up the phone, and then sighed heavily.

  My head was killing me from waking up so abruptly, and then my mom in my ear with this bullshit only made it worse.

  Something had to be wrong with me because I still cared, and a small ass part of me, very small, wanted her to have some act right for once in her damn life. And the simple thought of the fact that when we were younger she’d be trying to fuck Mischief was still mind blowing to me. I almost didn’t believe it but I knew my brother and he wouldn’t lie. Nigga didn’t give a fuck enough about anything to lie. That’s the only reason I knew he loved Laine, ‘cause he told me he lied to her about why a condom in his wallet was missing.

  My phone’s alarm pulled me from my thoughts, and I looked down to see I had to be at this audition in an hour. Chaz and I were gonna do a video for our song “Bad One” and needed some girls for it since it was gonna be set in a strip club, kind of slow motion with blue tint.

  “Oh good, you’re up.” Cassie walked into the bedroom wearing some little ass shorts that had my dick immediately trying to make an appearance.

  “You in the house for the day?” I quizzed, watching her perfectly plump ass as she walked to the bathroom within our room.

  “I was gonna run to the store, but I will just go after Orchid leaves from teaching Melody since I know you have to be somewhere.”