When this nigga did that thing where he picked his hand up, and he scratched his head, I wanted to jump on his ass. I knew that was the signature move that a man would do whenever his ass was caught up. Granted, if he fucked that bitch before me, then he didn’t do anything wrong. I was just mad that I exchanged words with the bitch, offered compliments to her, hugged her, and was chit chatting with her, if there was a chance that she’d fucked Zion.
“Come on. Let’s get some privacy” he responded, reaching his hand out for me.
I gave it to him, and he assisted me with getting out of the chair. I grabbed my purse as well, and we walked out of the studio together, where so many people kept walking up to us, telling us how nice we looked, and congratulating us on the wedding that was coming up. Zion and I played well with keeping smiles on our faces, pretending that there wasn’t an elephant in the room that needed to be addressed between the two of us.
They’d given Zion his own dressing room, so that’s where he took us. He opened the door for me, allowing me to step in first, and once I was inside, he came in, and locked the door behind us. I faced him, arms folded, waiting to hear what his answer was going to be.
“I fucked her a couple of times, but that shit old, baby. I told you when we first got together, that after Sapphire died, I went through my phase of fuckin different women. I was flying back to Vegas a few times, handling business here, and that’s how I met Caprice. She gave me the pussy a few times. That shit old. I haven’t see that girl in years,” he told me, and I believed him.
He didn’t have a reason to lie. As a woman, especially a woman that truly loved my man, it wasn’t news that I liked to hear, so of course I was annoyed by it. He knew I was, and that’s why he tried to reach out and touch me, but I pushed his hand away, not wanting him to touch me right now. When I did that, he sucked his teeth.
“How you going to get mad at me about a bitch that I fucked before I even knew you existed? What kind of shit you on, Toni?” he asked me.
“If I didn’t see her, and if I didn’t ask you, would you have told me? Like, if you came to Vegas, and you saw that she was working here, would you have told me?” I wanted to know, and he sucked his teeth again.
“No! No because I didn’t know you knew her. Toni, be real. I’m supposed to come back, and report to you, telling you that I saw every bitch that I fucked before you? You don’t like to hear shit like that, so why would I tell you that?” he was honest. I knew that honesty was what I needed from him, but I hated it. Like he said, I hated hearing about his past flings.
The only relationship of his that I wouldn’t get into my feelings about is his relationship with Sapphire. That relationship was one that I truly respected. They were married. They had a child together, and they were deeply in love. I was mature enough to accept that one. It was when I had to hear about past flings, and the bitches that he fucked, while he was going through a tough time in his life.
I wasn’t mad about Steel, and his past, but I just hated it when the shit was all in my face.
I went over to a table that was in the room, and I stood directly in front of it. I pressed my butt up against it, and I sat my purse down on the table. My arms were still crossed because I was processing this shit.
I thought back to when Caprice started following me on social media. Just like a lot of people, she started following me around the time that Steel and I had taken our first trip to Aruba together. Back in the early stages of our relationship, and people had leaked pictures of us together on vacation. I followed her back, and she reached out to me, telling me how good I looked, and that she was happy to see how well I was doing. I was happy to hear from her, so we exchanged a few messages to each other, and since then, we’ll like each other’s pictures on social media, and we’ll even go as far as commenting. I’m just wondering if the bitch was truly genuine when she reached out, or if she only did it out of spite, knowing that she used to fuck around with Steel.
“That shit old, baby. I can see if I cheated on you with her, but that’s old,” Steel pleaded his case, walking over to me.
“Has she spoken to you since you’ve been here?” I wanted to know. He did that thing again where he picked his hand up, and he scratched his head.
“Only the first day. Our shit was brief though. She told me congrats on the new baby, and our wedding that we have coming up. I thanked her, and I went on with my business. I swear that was the only exchange that we had,” he told me, now standing directly in front of me.
I just nodded my head. He didn’t do anything wrong, and I didn’t want to make him feel like he did. I was just a woman that overly loved my man, and my chest would literally hurt when I found out that there was a woman that fucked him before me.
Steel allowed a few moments to go by before he lifted me up from under my arms, and he sat me down on the table. He spread my legs just a little bit, so that he could stand directly in the middle of them. His big hands held onto my thighs, as he looked down at me.
“How you know her?” he wanted to know.
“We went to college together. We weren’t the best of friends, but we were cool,” I replied.
“She told you we fucked?” I knew that question was coming.
“No. I put two and two together. Here I am, bragging to the bitch that I like to fuck my man for cardio, and when her laugh was forced, I knew it from there. She didn’t have to tell me. I literally just knew. I asked her if she knew you, and she gave me this vague answer, telling me that she doesn’t know you in the same manner that I know you. I flat out called her out on it, asking her if she fucked you, but she wouldn’t confirm or deny it,” I shared.
“Shit, technically, she telling you the truth. She don’t know me in the same manner as you do. You know everything about me. She only knows what the media puts out about me, and we all know that everything that the media puts out isn’t true. Idon’t know much about her, either. I didn’t even know she was from Miami, let alone went to school in Miami. I was pulling up for pussy. Not conversation,” he voiced, and I rolled my eyes at that, picked both hands up, and I pushed at his chest.
I didn’t like hearing that shit. He laughed, and then grabbed my hands, putting them together, and he pushed my body back on the table, lying me down on my back, as he came over, leaning my way, putting his head right in front of mine.
“A nigga can come over to me right now, and tell me that he fucked you years ago, and I wouldn’t feel no type of way about it. Wanna know why? I experienced your pussy in a way that them other niggas never did. You wasn’t letting them niggas feel it raw. Only I felt it that way. Not only that, but I’m the only one that’s fuckin you, Toni. Why the fuck I care what a nigga was doing with you before me? That’s the energy Ima need you to have when it comes to me. Fuck the bitches that I dealt with before you. Why I gotta do all this convincing to you, steady letting you know that you’re in a league of your own?” he asked, swooning me with his words, going to have me forgetting what I was annoyed about in a few minutes.
“I hate that they experienced sex with you in the same manner that I did,” I was honest, and when I said that, he laughed.
“Baby, they didn’t experience sex with me in the same manner as you. That girl just told you that she doesn’t know me in the same manner as you do. They got a few pumps out of me, and I left to go handle business. You get the whole package. Pre, and post nut treatment out of me. You went to sleep with the dick in you and woke back up to me putting it back inside you. T, come on. Your position can’t be shared,” he assured me.
“Knock. Knock. Knock,”someone was outside, knocking on the door.
“Steel, come on. We need you back out front man,” someone said from the other side.
“Go ahead,” I let him know, trying to sit up, but his ass wouldn’t let me.
