Side Chick Turned Wife: A Hood Romance (5 page)

Cynthia

Ughhh, it was time to get on and get ready for yet another night of work. Nah, I ain’t work no desk job and I don’t run game like my baby—I’m a stripper. Aha, interesting career, huh? I thought so too. When I was little, I used to look down on strippers and said they nasty and they ain’t shit. Listen nigga, they the shit. Especially when you as bad as I am and you got the goods to shake on that damn stage. I make a good ass amount of money and I ain’t need no man to depend on in order to live my life, you feel? I make a good three grand a night but sometimes I make more. You’d be surprised how much these niggas spend to watch a bitch like me shake her ass. With this money, I’m livin so good.

I laid back down in my Cali king bed as I turned my head to look out my large glass window. I was beyond blessed to own this million dollar house that sits by the beach. I got three Audi’s and two BMWs sittin’ in my garage. Aha, what is a bitch like me doin’ with all them cars? I don’t fuckin’ know; I just have ‘em. I also got three closets full of designer bags, shoes, and clothes. I ain’t got no bills besides the ones I pay to maintain this house but I make that shit in an hour or two a day. So yeah, I’m livin’ real nice and niggas who got shit against strippers can fuck off ‘cause we make money.

I sat up and looked over at a picture of me and Tyrek at the beach. We looked so damn happy together and every time I saw this picture, I smiled so damn hard. I love this nigga and we been together for a good two years now. I met him at the strip club when I was one of the dancers in the VIP section where he was. After I danced, nigga was all up on me and at first I thought he was just some drunk ass nigga tryna get more than a dance out of me, but nah. He was suave as shit with the way he was talkin’ to me and that shit turned me all the way on. So here I am. Shit, am I wrong for wantin’ more with this nigga? He ain’t gotta pay my bills or please me with no gifts ‘cause I can get that shit myself. I just want a nice rock on my finger and to start a family with him. Then again, there are days that I just wanna be a stripper hoe and make that money. But shit, there is gone be a time in both of our lives where we gone wanna settle down and travel and have kids and shit. So, I just thought the smart thing to do was to make it more than just a boyfriend and girlfriend deal, make it into a life-long relationship deal.

I took a deep sigh as I folded my long legs in and continued to think about Tyrek. I know that he has a tough job and his position is something he takes pride in so I ain’t gone interrupt his cash flow and force the nigga to spend more time with me. It would be like him tellin’ me that I can’t strip no more and that I can’t be out here makin’ my money. That shit would make me so pissed off, so I ain’t gone put him through that at all. I really do love this nigga, but I question his loyalty sometimes. He stay goin’ out and runnin’ his missions and shit, and I know that he always goes out with his patnas to celebrate and I ain’t mad about him doin’ that. I just wonder if he takes any bitch home with him or if he has another bitch that goes with him to these types of things. There really isn’t a way for me to go spy on the nigga for myself ‘cause I strip at night and a bitch need to be out here makin’ her money. I ain’t gone be sneaky and send some nigga to go spy for me ‘cause I can’t trust no one to correctly report to me and they might go on and tell Tyrek about what I’m doin’. That is just one mess that I don’t wanna find myself in the middle of. I guess I’m gone have to figure out what is goin’ on myself.

Although I questioned his loyalty, I have to remember why I even fell for this nigga. He was tough as shit and all about his money and his whole bad boy attitude is what turned me all the way on. So whenever he ain’t bein’ lovin’ and shit to me, I have to remind myself that is just how he is. I can’t be all assumin’ that he fuckin’ with other bitches just ‘cause he turn me away when I want his attention or if he don’t come around after a few days. I also need to stop questionin’ if he fuckin’ some other girl. What I said to him the other day was probably hella out of pocket bein’ I just straight assumed that he was messin’ around with some triflin’ ass hoe. I need to learn to control my mouth but sometimes I can’t help it, I just let what comes to my mind come out of my mouth. I have to stop that though. What if he decides he wanna up and leave me ‘cause I play too much and keep accusin’ him of somethin’ if he really ain’t even doin’ it? I need to believe him when he sayin that he is loyal but damn, I have this lil feelin’ inside of me that is tellin’ me otherwise. I just want forever with this man. I see us gettin' all tied up with one another and explorin’ the world together. I mean shit, how does sex in Italy fuckin’ sound? Or a romantic getaway to Greece and sex on the beach? I just want it to be us and I want us to eventually have a family. I just love this man so damn much, it would hurt me to find out he fuckin’ with some other hoe. Anyway, I need to get ready to go to work.

I forced myself off of the bed and headed to the bathroom. I applied moisturizer to my face and then some nice primer before I painted on my face. I highlighted my brows and contoured the fuck out of my face before I did my smokey eyes and cat eye. I applied my long ass fake lashes on my eyelids and made sure they were good before I moved on to my lip stain. When I was content with how I looked, I fixed up my hair. There wasn't much to do, all I had to do was straighten my hair and make sure it was perfectly curly. My hair looked good so I went to my closet to pick out my outfit. Bein’ a stripper, we really ain’t wear too much so I just grabbed a skimpy, cut out black bikini. I threw on my peacoat over it so that I wouldn’t be walkin’ outside givin’ niggas out in the street the wrong ideas. It was time for me to go so I grabbed the keys off my dresser and headed out to my sexy ass 2016 BMW i8. I hopped inside and cranked the ignition to pull out and head down to the club.

The place wasn’t too far from my place so gettin' over there wasn’t too bad. I pulled into the back of the building and parked my car by all the other people who worked here. Security was in the back and they made their way over to my car as I pulled over and got out. I appreciated these niggas; they always came to us dancer’s sides whenever we came in for work and made sure we all got to our cars safely after. I graciously took the very muscular security guard’s hand into mine as he led me into the building. This place was already poppin’ and I could see a crowd forming around my area. I wasn’t sure if they was there waitin’ for me to come through and perform for them or if they was there ‘cause this place was gettin' packed and there was literally no room to move about. My girl Shauna was over on the pole workin’ her shit and it got me all excited to go on and shake my shit for some money. She looked over at me and winked, acknowledging my presence.

I headed to the dressing room and took off my coat. I pulled my red bottoms out of my bag and slipped them on my feet. Before I hit the stage, I put on lotion all over my body so I wasn’t no ashy ass mess and then I checked my hair and makeup to make sure I was still lookin’ good. When I gave myself the green light, I headed out to the floor and flaunted my shit. I winked at men and women who were watchin’ the girls shake their shit. I walked all confidently and proud that I was here tonight. I got a shit ton of compliments and some niggas slid me money just for walkin’ like I was hot shit. Worked for me!

I made it up to the stage and started to dance, just moving along with the music, not doin’ anything too special. That was until the DJ played
Work
by Rihanna and then I started to move my hips all seductively and started to twerk on the pole and shit. Niggas and bitches saw how I was workin’ my shit so they came my way and watched me. They even cheered me on as they threw all this money at me. After that song, the night just continued and some people bought me drinks. I graciously took a couple of them—after they remade the drinks at the bar ‘cause I ain’t trust no nigga givin me a free drink. They really try to be slick and slide some drugs into the drinks so they can get one of us to come home with them.

Before I knew it, it was time for me to go home. I was slightly buzzed but nothin too serious so I was still able to drive home. I headed to the back to the dressing room and counted all the money I had made tonight. I got lucky. Niggas came in with hundred dollar bills and decided to make that shit rain all over me when I was dancin’. So tonight I made about four thousand. I took my money and stuffed it into my Louis Vuitton bag before I grabbed my keys and headed out to my car. The same security nigga was outside and he helped me to my car, making sure no drunk idiots where outside tryna swoop one of us up. I got inside and thanked the buff guy before I cranked my ignition and pulled out to go back home. I was tired and all I wanted was to crash onto my bed.

I made it back home safely and pulled my car into my garage before I headed into the house. I kicked off my heels and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. I washed off all the griminess and removed my makeup in the shower. As relaxing as it was to be in that damn shower, I wanted to sleep so I hurried up and got out. I patted myself dry before I grabbed an old baggy shirt to slide myself into. I then crawled back onto my Cali king and buried myself under the various comforters. This was heavenly and I needed some sleep after a long day.

Tyrek

I really wanted to make this shit short and sweet. I really ain’t wanna hang around this lil hangout shit. Donte gave me a picture of this nigga and told me the location where he usually be at. I kind of laughed when I located this place ‘cause it was the nigga’s house, of course he gone frequent around his own damn house. It just looked like he was havin’ company over so I wanted to lay low as fuck in my car a couple blocks down the street. I didn’t wanna make my move or make my appearance until there wasn’t anyone else there. Looked like I was gone have to play the damn waiting game ‘cause it looked like they was for real havin’ a damn party.

So I sat there and waited until they all left. In the meantime, I kept messin’ around with my phone and saw that there was a missed call from Cynthia. I didn’t want her ass gettin' on me and bein’ all bitchy and shit so I went ahead and called her crazy ass back.

“Yo, what up?”

“Hey. You good? I just wanted to call you to tell you that I loved you and that I was just wonderin’ if you was okay.”

I looked at my phone all confused and made sure I was talkin’ to the right girl. I mean, it wasn’t too surprising for her to be sweet and caring ‘cause she is that way, but I guess I was just expecting her to be all bitchy and tellin’ me somethin’ that I did wrong.

“Yeah, baby. I’m good. Are you?”

She giggled and took a deep sigh.

“Yeah, yeah. I just miss you is all. I just want shit to work between us and I noticed that I keep naggin’ you for a whole bunch of shit and I just don’t wanna do that to you no more. I want a future, babe.”

There it was. She was subliminally bringing up that she wanted a fuckin’ ring and that she wanna be with me forever. I saw what this sneaky lil bitch was doin’ and I wasn’t about to fall for that shit.

“Cynthia, if this is your way of apologizin’ for naggin’, keep it. Yo ass still gone bother me about wifin’ you up? Don’t think you bein’ slick and shit. You real life pissed me the fuck off right now, B.”

She was silent for a moment and then the real Cynthia came to play.

“Well damn, nigga! I was out here tryna right my wrongs but you wanna get all hyphy and shit and make me look like a bitch. Listen to me, you ain’t shit for doin’ me like this. Why can’t you see that I just wanna be somethin’ more than—”

Click

Nah, I wasn’t about to do this shit with her. Damn! Why can’t females see that I ain’t wanna commit right now. Maybe when I’m ready, I’ll go on and do that shit but for now I’m bout my business and I just wanna get this shit taken care of. Ooh, that bitch had me all wound up! She kept blowin’ up my phone with text messages and phone calls. This bitch left me hella voicemails tellin’ me how sorry she was and how she just wanna be married. Does she not realize that sayin’ sorry and then tellin’ me how she want me to wife her up defeats the damn purpose? I’m gettin' so tired of her.

While I was flustered, I failed to realize that these niggas were long gone and peeled the fuck out of there. I turned on my car and crept in front of the house. I noticed that there was a blacked-out Tahoe sittin’ in the driveway. That was his car, which meant that nigga was there. Perfect. I crept down the street and parked my car a good distance from the house before I hopped out to make my pursuit. I had my nine in my right hand as I made my way up to the front of the house. I listened in to hear if there were any other people inside, but it sounded like there wasn’t. I was feelin’ bold as I made my way into the house through the front door. It was already partially opened so I just quietly let myself into the house. I looked around and didn’t see anyone, but I heard footsteps in the kitchen so I made my way in that direction. There he was. He was fumblin’ with some bottles of Ciroc.

“Nigga, you James?” I said as I drew my nine and pointed it in his direction.

He looked over at me and chuckled.

“And who the fuck are you comin’ in my house like you own this shit? Yeah, I’m James,” he said as he leaned up against the counter now fumblin’ with something else that I couldn’t see.

“That’s all I needed to know,” were my last words before I popped off at him.

James had a gun managed to let off a couple rounds in my direction. He hit me in my left shoulder but I didn’t feel it until after I was done tryna murk the nigga. The adrenaline from goin’ face to face with this nigga took over my body and I didn’t feel a thing.

After firing off at him, I was able to kill the nigga. It was then that my shoulder started to fuckin’ burn. I grabbed a dish towel from the counter and used it to cover my wound and to stop the bleeding. I didn’t know the extent of the injury, but I did know that I needed to get the fuck out of this house and away from here before some of his niggas came over.

I looked over at him and made sure he was dead before I ran out the door and down to my car. I hopped in and peeled the fuck out of there. I checked my surroundings to make sure no one was followin’ me. I was paranoid as fuck as I drove home and couldn’t calm myself down until I actually got home and was inside of my house. Even then, it took me a minute to calm te fuck down. My phone rang in my pocket and it scared the shit out of me. I thought it was Cynthia callin’ to harass me and shit but it was Donte so I picked it up.

“Tyrek, are you good?”

“I’m good. I’m good. He dead though,” I said as I breathed heavily and struggled to catch my breath.

“Fuck, this shit fuckin’ hurts!” I didn’t even mean to say it out loud, but I was just in pain.

“Nigga! You get shot or somethin’? What’s wrong? You obviously not good, nigga, don’t be lyin’ to me like that.”

I ran into my bathroom and placed my phone onto the counter. I put Donte on speaker as I took off my shirt and looked at my wound. It really wasn’t as bad as I was hypin’ it up to really be. The nigga just had really bad aim and managed to graze my arm. I took some alcohol and cleaned up the wound before tossin’ a big ass band-aid over it. I was cool now.

“I’m good now, nigga. I thought dude did some damage to my shoulder but it looks like his weak ass just grazed it and I’m cool now.”

“Aight then. Well, good shit on killin’ the nigga. I applaud you on that shit. Now we just wait it out and see if we get any updates on anyone in that group carryin’ on his mission. Hopefully they don’t do shit since they ain’t got no leader.”

“Yeah, I hope so too. I’m gone get some rest now though. Did you need anythin’ else from me?”

“Nah, we good. Good shit tonight. Get some rest, patna.”

Click

That was exactly what I was going to do, get some damn rest. Whew, tonight was a long one. First Cynthia’s crazy ass tried to be slick with her triflin’ ass and then I got shot by some ugly ass nigga who was tryna take down Donte’s shit. I definitely deserved to get some sleep. So I just took off all my clothes and hopped into the bed. I was beyond exhausted so it really didn’t take that long for me to knock the fuck out.