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  “My glass table, Trae,” she protested as he put his dick into her soaking wet pussy. “Oh, God, I hate… you. My table… breaks, Trae. I’m mad… you. Oooh, this feels good.”

  She was skipping her words as he dicked her down. “No. Wait.” Pissed that it was feeling so good, she tried to convince him to stop pounding inside her pussy and making that rod hit all of the right places. The angrier she got, the better it felt. When she started coming her legs went to shaking and she kicked the full wineglass over.

  Trae planted kisses and hickeys on her neck as her body calmed down from that early-morning and much-needed orgasm. When Tasha realized how tight she was holding onto him it was too late. Trae had wrapped her legs around his waist and was already digging deeper into the pussy.

  “No, Trae. Umm, um.” She unwrapped her legs and managed to get off the dick.

  “What?” Trae snapped. He was ready to put in some serious work and here she had climbed off the dick, leaving it standing long and stiff at attention. “C’mon, baby. My time isn’t up.” He went to lift her up onto his lap.

  “I said no, Trae.” She stopped him. “Do you love her?”

  “What?” he asked in disbelief.

  “Do you love her?”

  “Who?”

  “That bitch, Trae. You know damn well who I’m talking about.”

  “C’mon, Tasha. We had this conversation already. You know damn well I’m in love with you and you only. Shit, you and everybody else know it.”

  “Then why, Trae? Tell me why you were fuckin’ her.” She sat back down, crossed her legs and crossed her arms across her chest waiting on a response. She waited as he fixed his shorts and picked up the wineglass. “Trae! Stop being so damn bullheaded and tell me why or just get up and leave.”

  “For thirteen million, Ma,” he mumbled.

  “What?”

  “For thirteen million.”

  She gave him a cold stare, then she hauled off and smacked the shit out of him. “Thirteen million fuckin’ measly dollars! You mean to tell me that’s all me, your kids and what we had was worth to you?” she screamed as she stood up. “You stupid son of a bitch! I hate you.”

  “What do you mean, what we had? We still got it.”

  “Get out, Trae.” She pushed him and he grabbed her. She tried to break away and they struggled, falling back onto the couch, where he pinned her down.

  “Get off of me and get out.” She was now crying.

  “I’m not going anywhere. I admit, I fucked up. If I could, I’d go back and undo it. But at the time I was sure that was the best thing to do, Tasha. We got all of this money and it needed to be cleaned up. And that’s all I was concerned with. It was business only. I swear, Tasha.”

  “Don’t swear, Trae.”

  “Tasha, I’m swearing on Shaheem’s grave. C’mon, baby. Can’t you forgive me at least one time? I fucked up and I’m sorry. Forgive me baby.” He kissed her on the cheek and hugged her tight.

  “Get off of me, Trae.” She tried to fight him off of her.

  “Forgive me.” He kissed her again. “Please.”

  “I can’t believe you did that. Sold us out for thirteen million measly dollars.”

  “I’m sorry, baby. I admit that I fucked up but I thought it was the best thing to do at that time.”

  “Fuck a bitch was the best thing to do?”

  “To get the second deal through. That’s what she wanted.”

  “Second deal?”

  “Yeah, for eight mil.” He wouldn’t dare tell her that he had lost eight mil.

  “What, next it will be one mil? Then a thousand? I swear, I should have killed that ho.”

  “You did enough, Tasha. I can’t have my wife sitting on death row.”

  “It would have been the best thing to do at the time,” she mocked him. He bit down on her cheek. “Owww. Shit! Trae, that hurts,” she gritted.

  “Don’t be smart,” he warned her.

  “Get off me, Trae.”

  “You gonna forgive me?” He bit down on her cheek once again. This time harder.

  “Owww. Okay. Okay. Please. I forgive you.”

  He released his teeth and looked down at his handiwork. Tasha breathed a sigh of relief as she rubbed her cheek.

  “Why do you keep hurting me, Trae?”

  “Stop talking crazy, Tasha.” He kissed her on the lips.

  “I’m not talking crazy and let me up.”

  “Yes you are. Give me a kiss first.”

  “No,” she spat. “Let me up.”

  “Not until you give me a kiss. I mean that shit. We can lay here all day.” She reluctantly pecked him on the lips. “Naw, a real kiss. Kiss Daddy the way he likes to be kissed.”

  She obeyed and did just that. “Now get off of me.”

  “Mmmm. That’s what I’m talking about. Give me another one.” Next thing you know Trae had spread those legs and was all up in the pussy once again. After she came he turned her over and hit it from the back, causing her to get two more orgasms. By the time he turned her loose she was dizzy, and had forgotten why she was mad at him.

  Almost an hour and a half later they stood up and looked around the living room. Her panties were on the floor, her robe was strewn over the sofa, the towel she had had on her head was on the floor. The wine had dried up on the coffee table and the carpet. Trae’s shirt and boxer shorts were tossed to the side.

  Tasha headed up the stairs, leaving Trae to clean up the mess. When he arrived upstairs he smiled because she was in the bed. I knocked that ass out, he said to himself.

  He walked over to the bed and sat down. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Can I take you out tonight?”

  The house phone rang. Tasha checked the caller ID: it was Kyra. She didn’t answer, but instead Trae picked up the phone and handed it to her. “What time will you be here?” Tasha asked her.

  “I’ll call you when I’m on my way over.”

  Tasha passed Trae the phone to hang up.

  “Where y’all going?”

  “Hair appointment.”

  “You already washed your hair.”

  “No, I didn’t. That was a cholesterol treatment.”

  “Can we go out tonight or what?”

  “I’ll let you know.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Tasha smiled. “What part of I’ll let you know don’t you understand?”

  “Oh, so it’s like that?”

  “Sounds like your kids are home, Trae. Can I take a quick nap please?”

  “You got a lot of shit with you. I’m moving back in.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I like it the way it is. I’ve gotten used to it.”

  “I don’t give a fuck. You better get unused to it. I’m moving back in.” He left out of the bedroom.

  Tasha was too worn out to argue. She pulled the covers over her head and dozed off.

  About two hours later, Tasha was climbing into Kyra’s truck. Kyra did a double take. Tasha had on dark shades, her hair was up in a ponytail, and she was glowing and looking totally relaxed as she leaned back in her seat.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” Tasha asked.

  Kyra hit the speakerphone button and dialed Angel.

  “What’s up?” Angel answered.

  “Get Jaz on the three-way.”

  “Hold up.” Angel clicked over.

  Kyra looked over at Tasha and smirked.

  “I got her,” Angel said. “So what’s up? Everything okay?” Angel was alarmed.

  “Kyra, I’ve been calling you. Where have you been?” Jaz asked.

  “It’s a long story that I don’t feel like sharing right now. But I had to call and let y’all bitches know that it’s time to pay up.”

  The car was quiet until Angel said, “Oh, shit, she let him back in?”

  “I don’t know if she let him back in but she got some dick.”

  “How do you k
now?” Jaz asked. They were talking about Tasha as if she weren’t nowhere around.

  “This ho so worn out she can’t even talk. She’s laid back in the seat with dark shades on, hickeys all over her neck and a bite mark on her jaw.” Kyra started laughing. “Plus she got that look that says ‘I just had some boss dick.’ ”

  “Aw, Tasha. I thought you were tougher than that. I thought you would have at least held out for ninety days.” Jaz was really disappointed.

  “Y’all bitches bet on me?” Tasha snapped.

  “Hell, yeah,” Kyra said. “And I won.”

  “I knew I shouldn’t have taken you up on this bet. You right there with her. You probably told her to fuck him just so you could win,” Angel snapped. “I can’t believe I got suckered.”

  “Oh, stop being a sore loser. I didn’t have to tell her shit. Once the cat needs to be scratched a bitch gonna get it handled. Now y’all can PayPal my dough by tonight.” She turned off the speakerphone and looked at Tasha. “So how was it?”

  “Fuck you, Kyra.” Tasha leaned back and looked out the window.

  Kyra started laughing.

  When they pulled up in front of the club, Tasha said, “Don’t turn the car off, I’m not getting out, and hurry back. You’re going to make us late.”

  “Okay, this will only take a minute. Marvin didn’t bring his ass home last night so I’m getting ready to bust him in the mouth.” She jumped out of the car.

  Several minutes later, Trae came out carrying Caliph. During the daytime the kids hung out with their fathers at the club. He knocked on the window for Tasha to roll it down.

  “Mommy,” Caliph said. “We are going to the park.”

  “To the park? Sounds fun. I love you,” she said to her baby.

  “Give your mother a kiss,” Trae told him. Caliph hugged his mother and kissed her before Trae put him down.

  “Why didn’t you come upstairs?” He leaned over and got him a juicy one on the lips.

  “Because we have to get to our appointment.”

  “Yo, Trae.” Stephon came out the front door. “Come get your boy Marvin. He and Kyra are up there fighting.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  Sabeerah had dragged her girlfriend Zina to Club New York. Her intentions were to show off her new mural as well as get a chance to speak to Trae, especially since Zina didn’t believe that Sabeerah worked at the same club that she had seen on BET. Three and a half hours later, Sabeerah had given up.

  “Who is that?” Zina squealed. Her excitement obvious. “He is foine.”

  Sabeerah’s heart skipped a beat as she looked to see who Zina was talking about. “Don’t even think about it.” She tried to appear cool but couldn’t. Sabeerah hadn’t expected him to show up with the wife. “That’s the wife,” Sabeerah gasped. “Shit, I can’t let her see me here.”

  “Oh my God,” Zina drooled. “He is divine.”

  “Bitch, he is also off-limits. Start packing everything up. I need to get out of here. I have to go change and meet a client later,” Sabeerah lied and was crushed as she stood behind Zina and watched as everyone rushed up to the offices.

  “Bitch, please, I know you. She is not paying you any attention. She probably doesn’t even remember you. So chill out instead of chickening out.” Zina laughed and shoved Sabeerah in his direction. “Go say something.”

  “You ladies need to pack it up.” Big Grip, the security guard, walked up on them and startled them both.

  “What’s going on?” Sabeerah snapped.

  “That’s none of your business. Go ahead and pack it up.”

  “I need to talk to Trae. He has another job for me. Can you tell him to come here for a minute?” Sabeerah pleaded.

  “You can’t talk to him now. Talk to him the next time you come.”

  “But I’ve been trying to. He hasn’t been here and it’s not a sure thing he’ll be here when I come the next time.” Sabeerah was adamant.

  “Don’t know what to tell you. It’s not my problem. You got three minutes to pack up your things.” He stood there crossing his arms across his chest, letting them know that he wasn’t going anywhere.

  Zina was rushing but Sabeerah was now taking her time. Her personality had switched up that quick. She was getting that more often since she had stopped taking her medication. Now she was disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to get a few minutes with Trae. Even though she didn’t know what she was going to say to him, Mysterious was dying to come out and make her presence known.

  “Let’s go, ladies.”

  “All right, all right. I’m coming.” Sabeerah packed up her remaining supplies and they headed for the door. Big Grip was right behind them.

  Trae and Tasha had barged into the office and if any fighting was going on, Marvin was the one who looked as if he was getting his ass beat. His lip was busted and his buttons were popped off his shirt. “Yo, I need y’all to give us a minute,” he said.

  “No!” Kyra yelled out. “I want them to stay. Tell them how you are getting high again, Marvin.” She put him on blast.

  “Kyra, shut the fuck up. Trae and Tasha, can y’all excuse us please?”

  “I said no. Y’all stay here. Tell them, Marvin. Tell them,” she was so pissed she broke down crying. “He doesn’t want me to help him, y’all. He’s ruining our family. What am I supposed to do if he won’t let me help him? I’m trying not to leave him because he never left me. But enough is enough.”

  Tasha ran over and hugged her. “C’mon. Let’s go and talk, Kyra.” Tasha was pulling her away.

  “That’s the real reason I have Aisha staying with y’all. I don’t want her to see him like this,” Kyra yelled out. “She’s not stupid. She’s very smart, Marvin. Your daughter knows her father has changed.”

  Tasha led her out of Marvin’s office.

  “Dawg, you told me you had some E a couple of times. I wanted to believe you,” Trae said.

  “But now you don’t?”

  Trae sat down, not taking his eyes off of Marvin, who was cleaning the blood off of his lip. “Am I supposed to ignore what Kyra just said? You are using again.” Trae had been in the streets long enough to know the signs. But he had to admit Marvin hid his shit well. And when you didn’t want to see it, you didn’t see it. Plus, he couldn’t help but recall the times they were supposed to go and take care of business and Marvin had been nowhere to be found.

  “Yeah, man. It ain’t nothing I can’t handle. Kyra just blowing shit all out of proportion.”

  “Man, she’s concerned. And you know better than anybody that ain’t no such thing as it ain’t nothing you can’t handle. It is what it is.”

  “I told you man, I got this,” Marvin barked at Trae.

  “Yo, we niggas, Marv. Talk to me, man, or else I’m gonna be very insulted.”

  “Nigga, I do a little snortin’, that’s all. Damn,” Marvin confessed.

  “Damn, man.” Trae shock his head in disbelief. “How the fuck you hide that shit so good?” Trae wanted to know.

  “Niggas get high and tweak. My tweak is hidin’ the shit.”

  “I never see you in a heroin nod.” Trae couldn’t believe this shit.

  “That’s because I nod in private. I don’t do that shit in front of everybody.”

  “Yo, that’s crazy, man. You moving anything out of the club?”

  “Naw, man. Where you get that from? Your detective friend?”

  Trae stood up when Kyra and Tasha came back in.

  “Marvin, if you don’t go to a rehab, I’m leaving you. I’m taking Aisha and we are gone.”

  “Where did that come from? Tasha? You left out with her for a few minutes and now you’re talking about leaving.” He was now blaming Tasha.

  “Tasha? I didn’t have to convince her of anything. You’re doing this to yourself and blaming everyone else. You forgot that I know you, Marvin? I know y’all’s history. I was there the first time. Shit, don’t get me started,” Tasha snapped. “You know damn well t
hat Kyra is like my sister, and I consider you to be my big brother. But you are making her very unhappy and I am worried about you. You got too much positivity around you and going on in your life to fuck it up on some dope.”

  “You need to choose, Marvin. And I’m giving you until tonight. C’mon, Tasha, before I put my foot in this nigga’s ass again.”

  The ladies left out, leaving the two men standing there.

  * * *

  “Trae, call this chick back. She has been blowin’ the phone up,” Stephon said.

  “Who?”

  “The girl doing the murals.”

  “What girl?”

  “The girl I hired to do the murals,” Stephon said, realizing that he had never told Trae about her.

  “If you hired her then why is she calling me?”

  “Because she said she is doing sketches for you.”

  Trae though about Sabeerah. “When did you hire her?”

  “Several weeks ago. She kept calling and hanging around until I got tired of her ass.”

  After thinking it over Trae told himself, I didn’t tell her where I worked. “Why did you hire her to do a mural without checking with me first?”

  “I didn’t know I had to check with you. The bitch was persistent, plus since she said she already did some work for you, I didn’t give it a second thought. What’s up?”

  “It’s just that she been calling the house, she came by the house and I didn’t even tell her where I lived or worked.”

  “Well damn, you obviously got a stalker.”

  “What do she want when she called?”

  “She wants to talk to you. And now I see why she hasn’t been back around to finish what we hired her for. She wants you to be here.” Stephon figured it out.

  “What the fuck is the matter with this bitch?” Trae mumbled. His sixth sense told him Sabeerah needed to be dealt with and fast. Man, I shouldn’t have listened to Bo and did that bitch a long time ago. Fuck! Trae thought.

  “Hello. Anybody home?” Stephon called out to Trae. “Dawg, there is something that you are not telling me about this girl. Come on now, what’s up?”

  “Shit, I don’t know but I’m about to find out.”

  “Here are all of her messages.” Stephon handed them over to him. “Now, let’s get to today’s top agenda. Game or no game?”