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help but admire her body. Fake or not, the shots had done her wonders. That ass was right and so were her hips.
    That’s p robably how I got her knocked up in the first place.
    “I heard Tre talking shit while we were there.”
    “When?”
    “When I was on my way to the bathroom. I heard him on the phone with somebody. He was saying how his ghetto ass dope dealing brother-in-law was in his crib and how he needed to get back in the living room before some shit came up missing.”
    “What ?!” That shit pissed me the fuck off. There was no way that Tre should have known my life. Husband or not, Erica shouldn’t have felt comfortable telling him no shit like that. “Why would she tell him that I’m hustling?”
    Again, Simone rolled her eyes in frustration and came towards me.
    I continued to fuss as she put her arms around me. “I don’t give a fuck if that’s her husband. I don’t know that nigga, so he shouldn’t know my life. And what the fuck did she tell him to make him think I would take some shit?”
    “I don ’t know,” Simone said as she hugged me tight. “But fuck them. You don’t need them anyway. Me and Dahlia have been your family way more than they have. Fuck them.”

Gia
    “Chance, you have to sit up, baby.”
    I was struggling. It was four in the afternoon and he was still hung over. Rae had been blowing up my phone, trying to come over to get some clothes. But I had to ignore her calls because she would have torn that house up if she knew that Chance was there.
    “Urrrgh. I can’t move.”
    “So you ’re just going to lay here in throw up?”
    I was trying to get the pillow cases off of the pillow that he ’d just thrown up on after miscalculating the time from the bed to the trash can that I put beside the bed.
    “No more drinking for you,” I muttered with a giggle as I pushed him over to reveal the pillow underneath him.
    “Uhhhh! Please don’t do that no more.”
    I just laughed as I took the pillow case off and held it between two of my acrylic nails. Chance was lucky. Had he not given me such good dick that morning, I would not have been putting up with his drunk stankin’ throw up ass.
    Damn , that dick was good! Had to be to have me cleaning up a nigga’s throw up. I hadn’t had dick in years. And I acted like it. Luckily, he was so drunk that I was sure he wouldn’t recall the way I screamed and hollered over that dick all morning. I couldn’t help it though. It was so long and thick. He hit spots that I didn’t even know I had. And damn did he know how to stroke the pussy. He was damn near dancing in it.
    I smiled as the memories crossed my mind while I picked up items of clothing on the floor that he’d managed to throw up on as well.
    “I ’m going to throw your pants in the wash. I’ll be right back, okay?”
    Chance me rely let out, “Mmm humph.”
    I laughed and shook my head as I stepped over the rest of our clothes that our drunk asses had stripped off and threw on the ground in anticipation of getting in the bed that morning.
    Unexpectedly, Chance ’s wallet, cell phone, and cash fell out of his pants that I was unknowingly holding upside down as I walked out of the bedroom. As I gathered everything up from the floor to take back into the bedroom, I noticed that his ID said Reginald Barner. Chance’s face was on the ID, but that wasn’t the name that he told me.
    “Chance!” I yelled as I flipped on the light in the room.
    “Oh my God. Please turn that light off.” His words were muffled into the pillow that he lay face down on.
    “Who in the hell is Reginald Barner?! Did you give me a fake name, nigga?!”
    That is when Chance rolled over and looked at me. Damn, he looked a hot mess. But that dick was so good that I could easily overlook him drinking too much.
    “That ’s a fake ID,” he said nonchalantly.
    “And why do you have a fake ID?”
    “To get in the club.”
    My mouth dropped dramatically. “To get in the club?! Oh my God! How