instinct was to cuss his ass out and ask him who he thought he was talking to. I started to tell him to meet me at the park so I could bury him under the playground, but I didn’t. Plus, I couldn’t leave the house since I was on daddy duty. He came at me like a man and I actually respected him for that. “I can understand that. If it was my cousin I’d probably do the same thing . I jus’ hope for your sake she’s not a vindictive person when it comes to me.” “I hope so too.” He paused again briefly. “As far as Roman, I can’t guarantee he won’t come at you for fuckin’ him up. He’s a solid earner on my squad , but I understand if you gotta do what you gotta do. I kn ow you can handle your own shit. I’m jus’ givin’ you a heads up. I ain’t seen the nigga in a few days and he ain’t returning my phone calls.” I chuckled, “Roman’s a bitch ass nigga. If I even see that nigga on my T.V. screen I’ll shoot him from my couch.” This time Khalil couldn’t hold back the laugh and he started cracking up. “Yeah that fool’s wild. Good help is hard to find.” He sighed. “That’s why I stick with my people.” I flicked ashes on the ground. The conversation ended shortly after that with us coming to an awkward understanding about things. I had to admit that the conversation was a little sideways, but on the other hand it was straight up. I was all set to grab some left over burritos to silence my growling stomach when my phone rang again. I answered it on the second ring and the light voice of a female echoed in my ear. “Wasup girl?” I continued to carry the baby monitor into the kitchen. “Nothing, I just wanted to call and give you an update,” she said breathlessly. “A’ ight…shoot.” I sat the small white speaker on the counter. “Okay, she’s been seeing somebody.” “You sure?” I leaned up against the fridge. “Unfortunately yes.” The voice confirmed. “Who is he?” My jaw twitched. “His name is Thaddeus Dent and they’ve been seeing each other for about a week now.” My face frowned up in disgust. “You mean that fake singing ass nigga Thad?” “Yep…the one and only.” She answered back.
~ Pillow Talk
Sway sat with his lap top on his thighs and his back resting against a stack of pillows. His better half sat right beside him reading an Essence magazine with Trey Songz on the front cover. The wide keyboard covered his manhood which was concealed in his army print boxer briefs. He was shirtless and his peck muscles flexed whenever he typed a word. Ranae took notice of her sexy husband from the corner of her eye. The cover story on Trey couldn’t compete with the reality of all that man just inches away from her body. She put the magazine down and turned to face him. “I love you.” She smiled lovingly. He turned his head to face her. “I love you too.” Her pouty eyes made him suspicious. “What do you want babe? I know it’s somethin’.” She laughed. “I don’t want anything. I jus’ want you to know I love you , that’s all. I haven’t told you recently how happy I am being with you. You make me happy babe.” She kissed his bare shoulder. Sway leaned in for a deeper kiss as he shifted the computer from his lap. After the lasting smooch, he smiled down at her pretty face. She was just as radiant as the day he met her eight years ago. “You make me happy to o.” He rubbed her waist tenderly. “I jus’ want you to be careful when you do this next job. I know you and Tyce have everything under control and I don ’t even want to know what it is. I jus’ want you to be careful and come back home to me.” “I will always come back home t o you and the kids. Me and you mus’ never part ma ki da da.” He mocked the Color Purple song between Celie and Nettie. Ranae joined in. “Ain ’t no ocean, ain’t no sea, ma ki da da, keep my Sway away from me.” She tapped her chest to