Page 93 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“I was at your home, venting to you about the second hardest time in my life. I confided in you. You expressed how you have had feelings for me for years. Hell, people around here even know you did⁠—”

“See, this is what I was talking about,” he said, cutting me off. “You are unprofessional, emotional. I can see why your husband cheated on you.”

A few gasps echoed through the room.

I looked up at Shyheim and smirked. “You are so hurt that your dick didn’t make me rush and sign them papers for you, so you are trying to take my job like a lame ass, clown-ass, goofy-ass nigga.”

I backed away while everybody was still staring at us.

“You know what, fuck it. If y’all get rid of me, fine…I don’t care anymore!”

I pushed the doors open, went to my dressing room, and was packing up some shit to take with me when Courtney walked in, and I had to stop her before she even started.

“Court, I don’t want to hear it, just let me know if I still have a job.”

She nodded, and I walked out of there, hopped in my car, and stopped at the liquor store for some Don.

Once I got home, I turned on some music, sat in the middle of the floor, opened the bottle, and took it to the head. Once I gulped down all that I could, it felt like all the feeling I had for the day was melting away when I felt myself about to get sick again.

“Shit!” I yelled as I rushed off the floor and ran into the bathroom.

After I puked up everything I had just drunk, I sat beside the toilet.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I mumbled to myself.

I thought about everything I had been doing, everything I had eaten, and then my eyes caught my tampons, and my heart started to race.

I hopped up off the floor again and ran around the corner, sliding my shoes back on and stumbling to get my keys and walk out the door.

I drove around the corner to a CVS and ran inside and straight to the pregnancy test. I grabbed the closest one to me and went to self-pay. I ran through that store like I was doing a race and was almost out of time.

Once I got back home, I ran into the kitchen and drank water from the faucet until I felt the urge to pee, and as soon as I did, I ran into the bathroom and peed on that stick.

Three minutes felt like forever, but as soon as my timer went off and I looked at that test, I screamed.

“NOOOOOOOO!!!! NO! NO! NO!” I repeated.

“Mariah, Mariah, Mariah. What did you dooo?!!!!” I said, trying to hold back tears.

My thoughts were racing: a positive pregnancy test, my job, Shy. And then my phone dinged with a message. I looked at the screen, and it said Rosama, and I opened it.

Sign the fuckin’ papers…

I exhaled hard, thinking about this rock I threw into my plan to get my husband back.

His birthday was almost here, and I didn’t care what I had going on; I was going to his party to get my husband. Everything else could wait till later.

Chapter 28

Rosama

It had been a few days, and I hadn’t seen or talked to Nylah. She said she needed some space. I don’t know what for. She wasn’t leaving me. I wasn't gonna let that shit happen.

Even though she didn’t want to see me, I made sure she knew I wasn’t going anywhere. I sent her the key to the storage room. I sent flowers and other gifts while still taking care of some of her bills.

I missed her like crazy, and I wanted her back around me, but in the meantime, I needed to focus on three things: my money, finding that bitch ass nigga Blaze, and fuckin’ Mariah.

I sat around my crib waiting on a drop on that nigga, but didn’t hear shit. I was getting madder with each passing day, and on top of that, Mariah still wouldn’t sign the damn papers. The only thing that was moving right was my money. Dre had my shit flying through Brooklyn, and all I had to do was wait for the knock at my door.