“A man magnet. I’m tired of playing with that nigga I got at home and I’m looking for a new one.” Tyla was sitting there with her eyes bucked and mouth open.
“Whewww! You a bold one, but I feel you. Fuck these niggas. I’m sick of mine too.” Standing up, I hugged her. Pulling away, I looked at her curious. “What’s the perfume you’re wearing?”
“Oh, I want choo by Jimmy Choo. You like it?” I gave a smile before nodding. “It’s my new signature scent. I can’t stand big daddy, but he likes it.” She walked over and hugged Tyla before sitting down. I began picking at my wings with a lot on my mind.
“Girl, where did you go? All of a sudden, you’re quiet. We’re out celebrating your ass, so I’m going to need you to wake the fuck up.” Grabbing my cup, I filled it, and they did the same.
“I’m staying at your house when we leave. I want to get so drunk I can’t feel my face.” Shaq smiled hard before taking her drink down. Me and Tyla did the same and it was on from there.After about an two hours of them turning up, and drinking, I was ready to call it.
“Are you sure you’re okay, friend?” Tyla was looking at me with an eyebrow raised, but I waved her off.
“Why yall keep asking me that? I’m fine. The liquor done kicked in and I’m lowkey ready to go. I forgot that I still gotta drive to Shaq’s house.”
“You done let Garrett make you soft. I’ve never known you to tap out this early.” I looked at my Rolex, and it was one in the morning.
“Girl, you’re acting as if it’s not late. I can just go home if you want to stay.” Downing the last of her drink, she stood up.
“No, we can go. Ty, you good?” Her response was to fall out laughing. My friend was drunk, but I was sober. However, I was ready to go. I took the first shot, but I’ve been fake drinking ever since. I made sure everyone made it to their car before pulling off. Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling up at Shaq’s house.
I removed my heels before checking to make sure Ty made it home. By the time I finished all of that, Shaq was pulling up and getting out of her car. Getting out behind her, I walked to her door and waited for her to let us in. As soon as we were inside, I just stood there and stared at her.
“Sissie, you can sleep in the bed with me.”
“How long have you been sleeping with Garrett?” Her ass continued to the kitchen as if I didn’t say anything to her. From the way she avoided looking at me, I knew she heard me. “If I have to ask you again, we’re going to have a problem.”
“How long do you think I’ve been doing it?” She finally responded. When I smelled her perfume at the club, it all hit me out of nowhere. Garrett came home smelling just like that every night. Once that registered, it triggered different thoughts to pop in my head. It was like a magnet. All the pieces were being pulled together. When Mila got diagnosed, I remember he lefteven though I was crying my eyes out. I heard him on the phone talking to some bitch named Denise.
Shortly after that, Shaq started coming around and helping me with Mila. Then when I used her info to go to the doctor, they told me my Chlamydia was back. The perfume was the last piece to the puzzle.
“When Mila got diagnosed.”
“Exactly, Sissie. That’s our man. If it wasn’t for your contract, he would have been left your ass.” I gave off a psychotic laugh before charging across the room. Not even waiting to see what she was going to do, I hit her in the mouth. Somewhere along the way, I blacked out because I don’t remember shit. When I snapped out of it, she was on the ground bleeding and screaming for someone to help her. Grabbing her by her hair, I dragged her to the coat closet and threw her ass inside.
“You bout as dumb as they come. He controls the contract. So, if he wanted your stupid ass, all he had to do was rip the shit up. You’re in time out, and you’re going to stay in here and think about that until I let you out.” Closing the door, I pushed the button to lock it and walked out of her house.
Jumping in my car, I drove fast as hell to my house. I didn’t care who he fucked, but my sister though? That was some bold and nasty shit. When I pulled up, I grabbed my keys, and jumped out of the car. I wasted no time putting my key in the lock and running to my bedroom. I knew Mila would be sleep, and I prayed we didn’t wake her. When I walked in my bedroom, Garrett was lying there watching tv.
“Did you have a good time?” Not answering him, I ran over to the bed and jumped on top of him. Not giving him time to figure out what was happening, I began plummeting his face. He was trying to block the hits, but they were coming too fast. “Blaise, what the fuck is going on?” After a while, I had no morefight in me. Climbing off him, I grabbed some pajamas out of my drawer.
“Now you and your bitch Denise have matching knots. If you come anywhere near me I will kill you.” Walking out of the room, I went in Mila’s bedroom. After I changed into my pajamas, I climbed in the bed with her and went to sleep.
20-GARRETT JOHNSON
Blaise was already gone when I woke up. I had a splitting headache, but I was more aggravated than anything. Denise had to have told her what was going on because how else would she have figured it out? Thinking about it some more, I grabbed my keys pissed. I told this bitch what it was, and she still crossed me. Jumping in my car, I drove towards her house.
This could get messy and cost me everything. My only saving grace is no one in the public knows, so I technically didn’t breach my part of the contract. I’m allowed to sleep with who I want as long as it doesn’t come out. It also keeps my mother from finding out as well. However, Denise was now a wild card. If she told Blaise so easily, there was no telling what else she would do, and I couldn’t allow that. I would try to have her taken out before I let her fuck up my life. Pulling up, I jumped out the car ready to drag her from here to my house to apologize to Blaise.
Ringing the bell, I waited on the porch impatiently. Five minutes later, there was still no answer, but her car was in the driveway. I rang the bell one last time before cursing out loud to myself. As soon as I walked off, I heard the door unlocking. I turned around and Denise was standing there looking dumb.
“Why the fuck aren’t you answering the door?” I walked back towards the porch and finally took notice of her appearance. “What happened to you?” I asked as I walked inside. Denise looked like she had already been dragged. Her hair was all over her head, it was lumps on her face, and the noticeable sweat had her wig sliding back.
“Blaise dumb ass is what happened. She had me locked in the closet, and I had to kick the door open.” Looking over, I saw it was hanging off the hinges and I tried to muffle my laugh.I know I got my ass whooped, but it was nothing compared to what she did to Denise.
“Damn!”
“That’s all you got to say?” I looked at her like she was crazy.
“What am I supposed to say? Do you not see we got matching foreheads? She tore me up as well. I’m not saying shit to that lady.”
