Juniper Weaver
A Couple Weeks Later
Icouldn’t wait until I was a millionaire because the last few days getting up to go to work had been like pulling teeth. On top of me not feeling the best these last few days, I had zero motivation. Even when I wasn’t working, I didn’t want to do anything besides sleep in my bed. Food wasn’t even an option at this point. I was about to come on my period, that had to be the reason for how I was feeling. I usually felt off around the time I was about to come on. I’d been staying at the condo since the night Faheem stayed up waiting for me like the crazy nigga he was. I already knew he was looking for me that night; Frankee had given me the heads up, which was why I ended up back at the condo after my little date. Dolo cut me off so quick after everything that happened at the dinner. I really didn’t care. It wasn’t that deep between us for me to be sad. I was honestly happy he’d cut me off with how Faheem embarrassed me. It was onto the next for me, and I ended up on a date with Kojo. He wascool, but I hadn’t been able to talk to him much over the last few weeks because of Faheem.
He’d been on my ass. He wasn’t letting me out of his sight. If I wasn’t at work, he was tryna be up under me. That was the main reason I’d been staying at his condo. The one night I tried to stay at Frankee’s, he brought his ass over there getting on our nerves until I came back home, as he called it. Since then, I’d been here, and for the most part, Faheem had been sleeping in my bed almost every night. There were a few nights he’d sleep in the room with Mixie, and I tried to act like it didn’t bother me, but it did. I hated to think of him sharing the same air as her let alone him doing half the stuff he did to me to her. I was more annoyed with myself for getting caught up in this love triangle. I wish I would have kept things strictly business with us.
Everything that I didn’t want to happen was happening. I basically was in a relationship with Faheem. Unintentionally, we’d fallen into a routine that I’d gotten accustomed to. Most mornings we got up together, took showers together, ate breakfast together, then we’d leave the house at the same time. If I didn’t feel like driving to work, he’d drop me off at work and be there to pick me up. Some days he’d bring me lunch to work, or he would take me out on my lunch break. On the days he was too busy to bring my lunch himself he’d have food delivered to me. The rare occasion he left before me, Faheem made sure he would call me and tell me he loved me. It never failed, when I got home, he’d be in my room waiting for me. On my off days, if he wasn’t busy taking care of business or if Mixie didn’t throw a fit about him spending time with her, we’d spend the entire day together. We were at the point of telling each other we loved each other everyday. I really felt like Faheem was my nigga, and Mixie was overstaying her welcome.
I had barely seen her since the night of Faheem’s birthday. We were never home at the same time, and I was cool with that.I knew for a fact I would lose my shit if I saw them two together. So the less I saw Mixie, the better. My ears weren’t as lucky as my eyes because I did have to hear her whining and lying on occasion. Mixie really lived in a fantasy world, and she had her little flunkies believing her lies. She loved to try to downplay my importance to Faheem to whoever would listen. I really felt like she was trying to convince herself, but whatever floated her boat. I wanted to feel bad for her because Faheem did too much at times, and I did feel like he could have done certain things differently. But take your anger out on him, not me. Granted, Mixie did give Faheem the green light to deal with me. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t heard her openly say it out of her own mouth. I guess Faheem was feeling bad about spending so much time with me, he tried to chill with her one night, only for Mixie to turn around and tell him she wasn’t in the mood, and that’s why she allowed him to fuck with me. I was flabbergasted when I overheard that conversation. After that, I didn’t feel any type of way about my dealings with Faheem. Why would I when Mixie literally told the nigga to come deal with me. It was only common sense what would come from allowing your nigga to be with another female.
With how things were moving, I felt like it was only right for Mixie to move around. I mean, I would have personally been got the fuck on. If a nigga wasn’t fucking with me the way I was fucking with him, if not more than me, there was no reason for me to be entertaining him. Despite the fact I hadn’t seen Kojo in close to three weeks, he’d still been texting me making sure I was good. Of course he wanted to see me, but with me spending so much time with Faheem, it wasn’t possible. He was still trying to figure out the nigga I went on a date with, but my lips were sealed. The only reason I talked to Kojo still was because Faheem hadn’t taken the initiative to get rid of Mixie. Yeah, we were doing everything like a couple, but the fact was nothing wasset in stone with us. There were no labels, we never talked about making anything official, and Mixie was still here. No matter how things looked, things could flip like a switch. I still hadn't forgotten how adamant Faheem was about not leaving Mixie, and until he showed me otherwise, I wasn’t finna sell myself short. I wasn’t about to stop talking to Kojo, not yet anyways.
Walking out of my room, once I was fully dressed in my black work scrubs, I headed into the kitchen to get something to eat before I left for work.Of course. I started to turn around seeing Mixie in the kitchen, but I was on my way out anyway. Besides that situation when I first moved here, I didn’t have any more run-ins with her. We both ignored one another if we were ever in the same room. There was nothing different about today. Ignoring her, I moved behind her. She was cooking something on the stove. I moved around her to the refrigerator. Opening it, I looked for my yogurt and fruit I usually ate in the morning.
“You might as well get all that nasty ass shit you eat outta there ‘cause your time’s finna be up. Real quick,” Mixie stated in a matter of fact tone.
I couldn’t be so lucky that she wouldn’t speak to me. Rolling my eyes, I ignored her as I got all my stuff together. I didn’t usually eat on the go, but today, I’d make an exception. Grabbing a plastic bag, I threw my food into the bag, getting silverware, and I turned to leave out the kitchen.
“I can’t wait for Faheem to put you out on your ass. Bitches get a little dick and go crazy,” Mixie said, turning the stove off then whipping around with a scowl. “Not knowing that dick comes with a family.”
Chuckling, I cocked my head to the side. “I get a lot of dick, but that ain’t shit compared to what myhusbanddoes for me. I don’t have to lift a finger if I don’t want to. Let’s not minimize the shit. Who’s to say I’m gonna be that gets put out? You don’t know what me and MY husband been planning.”
Since she wanted to go there today, I had time for her ass.
Scoffing, Mixie gave me a dirty glare as she said, “Baby girl, you stupider than you look if you believe Faheem is ever going to leave his family for a dirty, home-wrecking whore like you. I been letting you get a little extra time with my nigga becuase I felt sorry for your ass, but I got a trick for you, bitch.”
“You been letting me?” Giggling at Mixie, I smiled. “You right. I don’t even care to go back and forth with you about a nigga. I’ll make sure I thank you next time he’s munching on my coochie,” I sarcastically said. If Mixie wanted to argue over Faheem, she’d have to do it with herself.
“You fucking right,” Mixie replied confidently.
I couldn’t understand Mixie. She wasn’t a bad looking female. Besides her not being able too dress, it wouldn’t be hard for her to get another nigga. Why stay with a nigga that did all the stuff Faheem was doing?
“You know what I don’t get though? Is why stay with a nigga when you know he’s in the next room fucking with another female? When you know he’s telling another female he loves her? Why not move the fuck on?”
“Faheem has been my nigga for years, and I’m not finna let nan bitch take my spot. You ho's get beside yourself over dick that will never belong to you. I don’t care how many bitches Faheem fucks ‘cause that’s all you whores will be is a fuck and a nut with a face he can’t remember. I’m who that nigga belongs to, and he’s always coming back to me and our family, that’s all that matters in the end.”
“You right.” I scoffed at her simple ass. She wasn’t about to ruin my day before I got it started.
“Bitch, I know I’m right. Ask that nigga how my pussy taste when you see him today.” Mixie had the nerve to pat her rancid ass pussy. “He ate the fuck outta it before he fucked me back to sleep this morning.”
Right then was where I decided I wasn’t gonna say anything else to Mixie. She was convinced in her delusions. Most of what she said amounted to a bunch of nothing. What did piss me off was knowing that dirty ass nigga was eating her pussy still. Obviously, they were fucking. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that he had stopped nor had he ever promised me he was. Him eating her pussy then coming to kiss me didn’t sit right with me. This nigga had me all the way fucked up. Knowing he didn’t come into my room last night meant he was with her. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see what we had was deeper than me being just a fuck. A nigga didn’t do half the stuff Faheem did for me or with me for someone who he was just fucking. Mixie knew that too. She wasn’t going to convince me she was dumb enough to think otherwise. I would be just as stupid as her if I continued to keep arguing with her. Waving Mixie off, I let her think she had it. I simply left her standing there looking stupid and headed on my way to work. Really, her and Faheem could kiss my ass together.
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That Night.
That little spat I had with Mixie rubbed me the wrong way. It got me thinking how Faheem was the one who was really winning in this entire situation. Here he had two bitches at odds over his ass when we should have been giving him our asses to kiss. The fact we both knew he was bouncing back and forth between us, and we both allowed it, pissed me off. Willingly sharing a nigga sounded crazy as hell when I thought about it. I regretted letting things go any further than they should have. It never should have gone past us being cordial because of us being married. I should have fought harder to stay in my apartment and resisted Faheem more. My horny ass gave into him without much of a fight, and I hated that for myself.
I ended up ignoring Faheem all day. His calls and texts went unanswered all day. To the point Faheem started to cuss me out, but I didn’t care. He could go harass Mixie. The only reason I came back to their condo was because Frankee was having company, and I didn’t want to be a third wheel. Frankee would want me to hang out with her and who'ver the nigga she was entertaining, I wasn’t in the mood to do all that. I made sure I got everything I needed for the night and locked myself in my room. Faheem’s ass came banging on my door about an hour ago. I just watched him bang on my door and didn’t say shit. I was feeling like fuck him. Mixie said he was her nigga, she could have him. Fighting over niggas was for the birds, and a bird I wasn’t.
I couldn’t sleep, I had too much on my mind. I was laying on my stomach scrolling through social media, laughing at some goofy video until I heard rattling at my door. I didn’t think anything of it. Most likely, it was Faheem trying to get in here, but I made sure I got the spare key to my room off his keyring. I snickered thinking how mad he probably was when he realized the key was gone. Shaking my head, I didn’t bother saying anything knowing he wasn’t gonna get in here, and I planned on leaving out extra early to avoid dealing with his aggy ass.
Clink.
What the fuck?
Hearing that noise, I looked up to see half my door handle gone. I sat up in bed, wrapping my blanket around my body. I only had on a thin spaghetti strap night gown. A few more jingles of the door handle, and my door opened. My jaw opened in shock seeing Faheem with the same light skinned dude with the blue eyes, Gee–I think his name was–standing at the entrance of my door.
