Page 12 of Another Night With Me

“You been gone over an hour, Niko!” she exclaimed, blocking my path, putting her hands on her slender hips.

Maddison, or Maddie as I called her, had been my girl for a hot minute now. We was cool, and had been for a long time. She started off as a little bitch I used to kick it with from time to time. I met Maddie one day when I was picking Sonni up from school for the summer. She was a senior in college at the time. I fucked with Maddie because she was different from the bitches I was used to. She was smart, had goals, and ambitious. I thought I lucked up making Maddie my girl.

Shit was good with us for a long time. We did all the stuff couples did. She stayed down with a nigga. I had never been the best at being faithful, but I tried. Maddie understood I was a street nigga; she knew how that shit went with getting pussy. We got to the point she didn’t care as long as I kept that shit in the streets. I honestly did good for the most part. I had a few slip ups, and Maddie showed her other side real quick. She started fucking bitches up when they came at her sideways. Crazy as it sounded, seeing Maddie fucking bitches up over me made me like her more. In my head, she was fighting for her spot, and she’d earned it.

We were on one accord, Maddie held me down the entire time I was in jail. She ended up getting pregnant like six months ago. A nigga was locked up, but that didn’t stop me from getting the pussy. Obviously, I wasn’t in the position to use condoms. Both of us were happy though. I was kind of salty because I was gonna miss my first seed being born, but I still was happy to be a dad. I loved being an uncle, but a nigga always wanted kids of my own. Knowing I was finna have a seed to come home to gave me something to look forward to once I got out. Maddie got to like twenty weeks if I’m not mistaken before she ended up having a miscarriage. That shit hit us hard, and it made shit between us weird as fuck between us. I felt like Maddie thought only her feelings mattered. That was my fuckin’ seed, too, and I wanted the baby just as much as she did. It got to the point we barely talked without us ending up arguing. When I came home, shit wasn’t even right with us. I expected my girl to pick me up, but she sent my brothers instead, claiming she wasn’t feeling good, blaming her sickness on the miscarriage. That ain’t sit right with me. I wanted to leave her then, but I tried to thug it out with her since she did that for me.

For weeks, we co-existed under the same roof. I was at the point where I was ready to say fuck it. We weren’t making progress to move forward, what was the point of holding on? Maddie wasn’t trying to hear it. She got to crying, and I ain’t no evil nigga. Her tears moved me. I did care about Maddie, so I was trying to work shit out with her.

The problem was I hadn’t expected to run into a broad like Yanna. She had a nigga feeling like I was a young nigga dealing with his first crush. Her chocolate ass had me acting all outta character just to spend time with her. No amount of time I spent with her never felt like enough. I wasn’t sure if I wanted Yanna so bad because she was something new or if this shit I was feeling was deeper than that. I couldn’t let her go until I understood what was going on between us.

“I said I had some shit to handle. The fuck else you want me to say?” My voice rose in aggravation. I wasn’t even mad because Maddie was questioning me. I was mad because she wasn’t Yanna.

After our second round, I took her home and ended up with my tongue buried in her pussy. I wanted to put her ass to sleep so she didn’t have the energy to deal with no other nigga besides me. I would have stayed longer if I didn’t have to be back here. This time, though, I made sure to get her number. Yanna didn’t know, but she was stuck with me for a long time.

Maddie squinted her eyes at me as she stepped in my personal space. “But your face smells like pussy.”

“Okay?” I shrugged, walking around her.

Maddie grabbed my arm, snatching me back. I gave her a blank stare ‘cause now wasn’t the time for her dramatic shit. “I’m fucking pregnant, Niko, and if you think I’m about to carry this baby while you running around here fucking and eating bitches’ pussies, you out of your fucking mind!”

Fuck. I was happy, but at the same time, I was salty as fuck. Yanna wasn’t finna deal with me having a baby. I couldn’t lie, I wasn’t gonna put Maddie through dealing with Yanna while she was carrying my seed.

“Right, you don’t have shit to say do you? Are you even happy about me being pregnant?”

“I mean… I am.” I tried to sound more sure than I was feeling.

“You don’t sound like it. Let me know, Niko, and I can get this baby sucked the fuck outta me ASAP.” If Maddie wasn’t pregnant, I would have smacked the shit out of her for saying that dumb ass bit.

“Chill out with that dumb shit,” I said, biting the bullet and being the bigger person. I pulled Maddie into my arms, hugging her. “I’m happy we finna have a baby. All the other shit is irrelevant.”

“Give me a kiss.” Maddie turned her head upward, puckering her lips.

“Nah,” I said. I wasn’t tryna to be too disrespectful towards Maddie. I still had Yanna’s pussy on my face.

But Maddie didn’t care. She still pulled me down, tongue kissing me. Hell, who was I to stop her? If she really wanted to taste Yanna, be my guest.

Chapter 7

A’yanna Joseph

“I think I need to move outta Beaumont,” Zaylee whined into the phone.

Even though she couldn’t see me, I rolled my eyes at her dramatic ass. She’d moved back home to help her mama out once our sperm donor died. In the process of being home, she ran into Mikael again, slipped, and fell back on his dick one too many times. Now she was in her feelings because she was falling for him again.

“Girl, shut up, and go be with the nigga again.” I snickered, laughing as I made my way to my car. I’d just gotten off my morning shift. I was tired and ready to get in my bed.

“I can’t be with that good-dick-having bastard again. Mikael doesn't deserve me.” Zaylee sounded like she was pouting.

I agreed with her to a degree. Mikael had done some bullshit, but so had she. Neither of them were innocent in how their love story ended. Zaylee loved to omit her truths when it came to talking about her dealings with Mikael, but I knew everything about her. Her hands had dirt on them just as well as Mikael’s. Just like his hurt caused him to fuck with our triffling cousin, Malika. Zaylee messed with someone who Mikael used to run the streets with and did business with. Of course, she would try to downplay what she did, but in my eyes, it was basically the same. Normally, I was quick to tell someone they should drop a nigga and move on to the next, but these two things were a little different. Their love when they were younger was real. If I hadn’t seen it up close and personal myself, I would have thought differently. Love like the love they shared didn’t come around often, and in my opinion, it was worth giving another chance. I mean, bitches dealt with more from niggas who didn’t give a flying fuck about them. Why not give real love another shot?

“Then stop fucking him,” I plainly said, knowing Zaylee wasn’t going to leave that man alone.

“I can’t,” Zaylee whined like a big ass baby.

“So, what you want me to say to you right now, Zay? ‘Cause I’m confused.” I got in my car, started it, then pulled off from the parking lot.

“Tell me that niggas ain’t shit, and he’s beneath me. He fucked Malika’s triffling self. He probably got a disease or something.”