Secrets of a Side Bitch (12 page)

Simone

When I found out about Aeysha, I decided to take a different approach. All of the other things that I’d done to win men over had failed, so I opted with keeping my mouth closed. There was obviously a lot about me that Omari liked and a lot of things about Aeysha that he didn’t, otherwise he wouldn’t have been fucking with me. I figured that as long as I kept doing those things right, he would eventually be mine.

             
As I stood in that parking lot listening to him give me bullshit excuses as to why he suddenly had to stop fucking with me, I didn’t feel like I was losing him. I could see it in his face that he was doing something that he really didn’t want to do.

So, I took it like a big girl. “Okay. If that’s what you want.
You know I’m always here for you.”

             
Omari looked at me with surprise that I didn’t argue with him further. Then he sighed heavily and walked towards me. When he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me, I knew that that wouldn’t be last time that I was in his arms.

             
I refused to let it be.

             
I was playing the mature role, trying to act like I was a big girl that didn’t need to beg for his presence in my life. Despite the fact that it looked like he wanted to say more, I kissed him on the cheek, said goodbye and walked away. Yet, I fought back tears as I walked to my office. I knew that, though he obviously wanted to fuck with me, that bitch Aeysha had obviously gotten in his head some sort of way.

             
As soon as I got into my office, I turned on my computer and immediately logged into Facebook. Aeysha had accepted my friend request a few days ago, but she had only been posting about random immature bullshit. But I figured that if something had happened that made him choose to suddenly be faithful, her young ass would surely reference it on her Facebook page. When I clicked on her page, I saw that she definitely had.

             
Her status message from last night read like death to my soul. “I guess I can finally tell my Facebook family that me and Omari are having a baby!! I’m four months. I feel so blessed! Me and Omari have been trying for years and finally God answered my prayers.”

             
I was so heartbroken. Literally, I could feel a pain in my heart that was excruciating. I stared at that status message, watching the numerous amounts of likes and replies of well wishes, and felt every artery in my heart straining with throbbing pain, envy, and anger.

I could compete with a broke
, fat bitch, but I couldn’t compete with blessings, babies, and God.

Omari

I knew that I had done the right thing by cutting
things off with Simone, but while at work and even during the ride home, I felt the difference in my day without her being in it. No text messages during the day. No freaky pictures from her that she took in her office. No meeting her for lunch for some head in the car.

I just kept thinking of Aeysha and the baby. Every time I pictured Aeysha’s happiness when she told me that she was pregnant, I knew that no side pussy was worth taking that happiness from her.

For the last few months, I had been able to be there for her financially like I always wanted to be. Now, it was time for me to be there emotionally with my commitment like she always wanted me to be.

I was more than cool with that. As I hopped out of my ride in front of the crib, I felt like me and Aeysha was finally about to have the family that we both always wanted.

“Hey, Omari.”

I cursed under my breath as I ran into
Eboni in the hallway. I did not feel like dealing with her shit. She had become a little stalkerish; calling and text messaging me at all times of night. She claimed she missed the dick, but it was funny how she didn’t miss the dick that much until it started making some paper.

“What’s up,
Eboni?”

The further I walked towards the stairs, the closer
she walked towards me until she had me cornered on the stairwell with her hands on my crotch.

Just when I was ready to leave these side bitches alone, here came this bitch. I never wanted to not fuck another woman so bad in
my life.

“Man, what is you doin’?” I smiled to throw her off while I
softly pushed her hand away.

“C’mon, baby. Aeysha isn’t here. She’s at work
.” She was damn near purring while walking so close up on me that her breasts were hugging my chests.

“Okay, and?”

Right away, she got an attitude. With her arms folded across her chest, she snapped. “So now you all of a sudden
faithful?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Its bullshit and you know it.”

She took my hands and placed them on her ass
. My hands cupped her cheeks since they were barely covered by blue jean shorts. “Look, Omari. Do you know how hard it is for me to live up under you, listening to you fuck your girl every other night, while I’m down here struggling with these kids with no man? I been a good girl for you. But I get nothing in return for it.” Then she sighed dramatically. “And with me and Aeysha being so cool, I just don’t think I can take keeping this secret from her anymore. I feel so bad.”

She was using lightweight words to threaten me. I heard them loud and clear
though. If I left a chick alone that I was actually feeling to spare my relationship, I definitely wasn’t gone let this broad fuck up my relationship.

I took heed to her warning. To make her happy and to shut her up, I led her into her apartment, stepped over hella toys and even walked pass two
of her kids watching TV, and took her into her bedroom and gave her the dick. I bent her over and signed my name in that motherfucka, just to keep her quiet. When I was done, I even gave her a couple hundred dollars.

I knew that she would be back again
. Now she felt like she had me in a bind. But I just figured, enough trying to save up some bread to buy some big ass house. First the dics was coming around and now Eboni wanted to threaten to snitch.

It was time to move.

Simone

There was a round of knocks on my office door that took me by surprise.

It was nearly seven o’clock. I was still at work, handling a couple of HR issues. I really wasn’t motivated to go home. I was still a mess over Omari. I played hard all day. I did the opposite
of what I usually do when niggas left me. I didn’t call him or text message him. I played it cool to him, but I was in my office bawling like a baby and trying to do work without thinking about Omari, Aeysha, and this damn baby.

“Hey, Miss Simone.”

I was startled that it was Chance that came through the door.

“Chance, what are you doing here?”

“Security let me in. I wanted to come see you.”

Chance looked weird. His expression was full of anxiety.
He stood in the middle of my office floor with his hands in his pockets, avoiding my eyes.

“Don’t you have curfew?”

“Yea. Nine o’clock. But fuck that place, man.”

“What’s wrong, Chance?”

And like always, he complained about the same things. He had yet to find a better job since leaving Lexington weeks ago. He had yet to get an acceptance letter from any colleges, which he expected because of his grades.

When I saw him get teary eyed, I stood
up from my desk, walked towards him and put my arms around him. “Its going to be okay, Chance. I told you that I would help you as much as I can.”

Chance didn’t respond,
stayed quiet, and held me as I held him. However, when the hug began to linger for too long, I felt uncomfortable and let go of him.

“Chance.” I called his name to get his attention. He had continued to hold me around my waist
well after I released my embrace.

Finally, he lifted his head from
my shoulder. But as the surface of his cheek brushed against mine, I felt his lips touch mine. I immediately jumped back.

“Chance, you can’t do that.”

“C’mon, Miss Simone. I’m eighteen now. You know I’m feeling you.”

“Chance, this is very inappropriate. I have to ask you to leave.
Now
.”

He looked as
heartbroken as I had been feeling all evening. And even as he said goodbye, my heart still went out to him. I still wanted to be the friend that promised to help him.

Tammy

I felt so bad for fucking Omari.

I was drunk and in my feelings because I was hurt like a motherfucker that Donte had played me the way that he did.

I hadn’t seen Donte since I walked out of the hospital room a week ago. However, he had sent me lots of text messages trying to make it right that he’d hid
den this long distance girlfriend from me.

I was sick, literally. For a week, I cried in my old bedroom at my mom’s house and wondered how in the hell my life ended up this way. I was so scared for my life. I felt like a sitting duck, waiting on Jimmy to figure out that I was right up under his nose.

“Aaaaw! Hey, friend.” Simone was very comforting as she walked into my bedroom and hugged me tightly as I sat on the bed.

“I brought you something!” Then she waved a
gallon in the air that had a familiar color to it. “Brought you a big ass gallon of Panty Droppa. You need it girl!”

Guilt started to eat
me up as Simone went into the kitchen to get us some cups and ice. Yet, I didn’t feel that guilty. Yes, I was wrong as hell for fucking Omari. He wasn’t her man, though. I was pretty lit that night, but before I got lit I remembered him telling me that he and Simone weren’t officially in a committed relationship.

“So, have you talked to Donte?”

As soon as Simone mentioned his name after she came back into the room, I rolled my eyes hard. “Fuck, Donte.”

Simone actually had a smile on her face when she asked, “Why?”

I don’t know whether she was being funny or cynical. She knew exactly why I felt that way.

Wearing a questioningly stare, I asked her,
“What are you smiling at?”

“I’m just in a good mood, girl.”

Even as she made my drink, she had the most humorous yet pleased smirk on her face.

“And why is that?’

“I’m just happy. Life is good. Work is good.
My man is good
.”

I attempted to hold back a cynical smirk my damn self as I replied, “Oh, really? And how are you and Omari doing?”

“Great. We love each other so much. He even wants me to have his baby.”

I damn near choked on my liquor. “He what?”

With the biggest grin, she replied, “Yes, girl.”

“After
a few months, huh?”

“Yes. Sometimes you have to just go with the flow.”

As she sat on the bed across from me Indian style, I tried hard not to look at her like she was crazy as hell. “Go with the flow meaning?”

“I mean, if he wants me to have his baby, why not? I’m even thinking of selling the house so that we can move closer to our jobs on the Westside.”

I definitely choked on my liquor then. A little ran down the side of my lip even. As I wiped my mouth, I lost it. “You’re what?!”

With that same weird smile, Simone replied, “Yea. I talked to a
realtor today.”

“But you love that house. You’re going to sell your mom’s house?!”

“With the money I will get from it me and Omari can start all over again. Plus, I need a little money to help out a friend.”

I held
back a judgmental smirk. Sure, she wanted to help out a friend. She was probably giving some ends to Omari to help him with some fucking drugs.

This damn girl was pathetic.

Omari’s voice ran through my mind over and over again. I can hear him saying to me that he and Simone weren’t even in a committed relationship. Maybe he was just saying some shit in order to get some ass. Maybe Simone was just being her crazy possessive self.

Either way. I had my own bullshit to deal with, so I really couldn’t care about Simone’s crazy ass.

T
hirteen

Thursday
, October 10, 2013

Aeysha

This baby seemed to
be changing my man for the better.

             
I knew better than to think that a baby would fix or keep a man. But ever since Omari found out that I was pregnant, he was becoming more and more the man of my dreams. He was attentive and affectionate. He seemed way more focused on this relationship than ever before.

             
I still prayed, asking God to make this a permanent change in Omari.

             
“You like it, baby?” Omari looked at me anxiously, waiting for an answer. His hands were in the pockets of his Pele as he hid behind its collar, attempting to keep warm. I was doing the same in the matching women’s Pele that he bought a few days ago when the temperature plumaged to the low fifties.

             
“Yes. There isn’t anything not to like,” I said as I smiled at Gina, one of Omari’s mom’s friends and a realtor.

             
I looked around the living room of the vacant two story brick home in Riverdale. There was nothing overly spectacular about it, but it was nice. What was spectacular, however, was that Omari was very eagerly prepared to buy it for
us
. I had to force the tears back that were trying desperately to appear and fall. Beyond being overly emotional because I was five months pregnant, seeing the motivation in Omari to make me and this baby comfortable and happy was making me feel some kinda way.

             
I was definitely in my feelings as he took me by the hand and followed the realtor around the home from bedroom to bedroom, kitchen to bathroom, and from the living room to the dining room, and then the basement.

             
I loved the hardwood floors throughout the house. I adored the second bedroom that would be the baby’s room. I appreciated the third bedroom that Omari said my mother would use while staying there to help out with the baby once it was born. I liked the backyard. I imagined Eboni visiting with her kids and our kids playing back there in the summer.

But what I loved about the house was that it would be
our
house.

“We can put a
playground in the yard. It’s even big enough for me to put a pool back here. Once the baby is big enough, it would love swimming in the summer. We’d all love it.”

That was it! As Omari spoke, holding my hand and staring into the
yard, I completely broke down.

As I cried into my free hand, Gina got concerned. “What’s wrong, Aeysha?! Are you okay?”

“Baby, what’s wrong?!”

Embarrassed, I wiped my tears and tried to get it together. But I couldn’t. My tears flowed so
profusely from my eyes. I even began to sob in happiness and joy. I couldn’t believe that my life had gotten to that point. At that very moment I felt like I had been praying and asking God for a miracle, and finally,
finally
, He granted my wish.

I was so appreciative.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Omari hugged me as he tried to console me.

“I’m just happy, bae.”

Hearing that everything was okay, Gina giggled and said, “I will go into the house and give you all some privacy.”

Gina went back into the house as
me and Omari stayed on the back deck, holding one another as I cried tears of joy into his chest.

“All I’ve ever wanted is to make you this happy.”
Omari’s words only made me cry even harder. “I just want to show you how much you mean to me and how much I love you and my baby. You stuck with me through everything, and now everything is going to be okay. I want to make it okay for my family.”