“Baby, are you cooking tonight?” Khalil questioned, as he gave me those bedroom eyes.
I gave him a grin. “Maybe, daddy.”
We were shopping in Wal-Mart after fucking through most of the night. At three in the morning we decided to go buy some groceries. My little cousin Trinity had spent a night at my apartment, and was keeping an eye on the children while I was away.
I was trying to get some cheese dip or something. I’d been craving cheese for about two weeks straight. My damn breasts were itching, so I assumed that my period was about to come. A few people looked at me strangely as I scratched my nipples through my shirt. I was wearing some turquoise Roca Wear sweats and a white tee. I was rocking my hair in a high ponytail. It was late and I wasn’t trying to impress anyone.
“Khalil, did you get that Hawaiian Punch?” I asked him while my back was turned.
When he didn’t answer I turned to see why. He wasn’t in sight, but a trifling bitch was. Tyra was pushing her son down the aisle and was talking on her cell phone smiling from ear to ear.
“Jahrein, your daddy wants to talk to you.” she said as she placed the phone to her little boy’s ear.
I wanted to slap the shit out of her.
“Baby, you called me?” Khalil asked as he came around to the aisle I was on.
Tyra’s entire expression changed when she saw him.
“Yeah, did you get the juice?” I asked him trying to act unaffected by her presence.
“Yeah.” he replied.
“What’s up cousin-in-law?” Tyra asked Khalil.
“Oh, hey Tyra.” he spoke dryly.
She took her cell from her son. “Oh, I was just speaking to Khalil.” she spoke into the phone.
I had thought about what I’d do if I ran into her. I never thought that I’d be with Khalil when the day came. I still wanted to beat her senseless, but that would tell Khalil that I wasn’t over Jahrein.
I held my head high and pushed my basket down the aisle with Khalil. I didn’t know if she was really on the phone with Jahrein, but I knew that she’d definitely tell him what she’d seen.
“That ole messy ass bitch gon get some shit started.” Khalil spat.
I remained silent. I was wondering why she was shopping out on F.M.1960 at three in the morning when she supposedly lived on the opposite side of town. Had she moved? Did she have family out that way?
As we checked out our items my cell vibrated in my pocket. I knew who the caller was without even looking. Who else would call me in the middle of the night? I wasn’t about to allow Jahrein to ruin my night. He needed to stay focused on his little family with Tyra.
When we were pushing our cart to my Benz I saw Tyra headed to her new Ford Focus. I guess she’dupgraded or downgraded; hell I don’t know. She had plenty of groceries, and I spotted a nice sized rock on her hand. I found myself wondering had my husband paid for it. Just thinking about the liar that I married made me go home and fuck Khalil twice as good.
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“Why, don’t you just answer the phone?” Khalil interrogated. He was beginning to sound more and more like Jahrein each day. All he did was question me. I just felt that I didn’t owe him any answers when it came to my kids or my marriage.
My cell phone had rung none stop for two days straight. Jahrein had covered my entire call log with his number. He had filled my voicemail box to the max. I hadn’t even bothered to listen to any of the messages. Up until that point I allowed him to talk to the kids over the phone, but I didn’t want to do that, right then.
After a while Red and my daddy began calling me. When Ray-Ray called for the eighth time I decided to answer.
“Hello.”
“Raven, what’s going on with you and that nigga Jah?” Ray-Ray asked me wasting no time.
“What are you talking about?”
“That nigga showed up over here at about four in the morning talking crazy. He said that you won’t let him see the kids and you fucking with Killah.” Ray-Ray said referring to the name that Khalil often went by.
“I’m not trying to keep him from the kids. He is threatening to take them from me.”
