Page 23 of Always Been You

Terror

D yami was not feeling this shit at all.

I told her to wait for me after shit popped off with Crystal’s dumb ass, but when I went back in, she was nowhere to be found.

I couldn’t leave my event because Chubby and I worked so fucking hard on putting this shit together.

I had to apologize to him for allowing that to happen.

I know I couldn’t control another person’s actions, but I had to take responsibility for them.

This wasn’t the first time Crystal acted like a fucking fool, and I let that shit slide because I didn’t care about any chick I was dealing with.

But all that was beside the point. I should’ve checked that shit sooner.

Now, I had my baby mad as fuck, and I never wanted her to feel like that.

Shit, it was my birthday, and it was supposed to be a smooth ass night.

I was supposed to have a bomb ass opening followed by some bomb ass pussy.

Her shit was like crack to me. Since our first time, I was in that shit every free moment.

“Yo big Bruh, I apologize about that shit,” I said, picking up Chubby’s call from my cell while I cruised down the highway.

“Shit, everything straight. If nothing else, it puts our business all over social media. Free promotion like a muthafucka! I’m just making sure you're good. Chante and yo girl peeled out of this bitch fast as hell.”

“I’m on my way to straighten that shit out now.”

“Cool.” He said disconnecting.

I was blowing up Dyami's ass, and she put me on block. I wasn’t too worried about it.

She was pissed and rightfully so. I was going to do whatever it took to make sure that shit did not happen again.

I had been feeling this woman for years, and now that I was in with her, she wasn’t getting away.

I couldn’t say things happened quickly between us because I had known her for years.

I wanted her then, and I'm going to have her now.

She was in a place where no woman could be with me, so any breaking up was a no-go.

We were going to talk this shit out, and I was ending my birthday exactly how I planned, right between those pretty ass thighs.

That ignoring my calls shit was nothing when a nigga knew where you laid your head.

The drive was short and filled with thoughts about all the things I was going to do with her body once we resolved this.

When I got there, I thought I was about to lose it, and I hadn’t even gotten out of my car.

It was a nigga outside her door knocking.

If she thought this was how shit was about to work, she had me all the way fucked up.

I hopped out of my car so damn fast I barely had time to put that bitch in park.

“Bruh, I advise you back up from this door if you want yo’ life,” I threatened, taking long strides toward him.

“Who the fuck is you?” He scowled, sizing me up.

The nigga had a little size on me, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

I wasn’t about to back the fuck down either.

If I had to kill this nigga right here, I would if it escalated to that.

Even though he didn’t know it, his mere presence around my woman was disrespectful to me, and all disrespect had to be checked.

“The nigga that’s been in her pussy every night. Now, like I said, get the fuck away from around here nigga. I ain’t gone tell you again.” I said.

“Oh, you the stand-in? Nigga she always comes back to me. I been with her for the past three years. This my bitch! I keep her leashed up, but I see she got off her chain for a minute. Please don’t get too invested because she always comes back to me.

You think cuz you a young nigga that you're the only one that buss guns. I’m on whatever you are on bitch b—"

I cut his ass off with a right straight to his jaw.

His mouth was writing checks, and I was gone be the fucking bank teller tonight.

He had something with him, though I had to admit.

He wasn’t going down easily. We were trading blows, and it wasn’t until I hit him with a three-piece that he fell to the ground.

I was just about to put my shoe to this nigga forehead when Dyami opened the door, snatched me inside, and closed the door.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get away from my house with this shit,” she said, looking pissed off. I didn’t give a fuck, though. She had on a pair of those tight ass booty shorts and a sports bra. Her long black hair was tied up over her head. She looked perfect, but I was pissed.

“Who the fuck is that nigga?” I paced back and forth.

She hit me with silence, and I couldn’t handle that shit.

How close were they? Was this nigga still touching her?

Was he still invading the spaces that I claimed as only mine?

My trigger finger itched just thinking about it.

I grabbed her arm and brought her to me.

I gripped her face. I wasn’t going to hurt her, but I was serious about my questions being answered.

“What the fuck was he doing here?” I growled. She broke away from me and slapped the shit out of me. I shook my head and sucked my teeth to make sure there was no blood. She had some power behind that shit.

“Get your fucking hands off me, Marcos. He was doing the same thing you should’ve been doing, outside of my fucking door, begging.

You got some fucking nerve coming to me after yo’ damn baby momma jumped on my ass.

What the fuck were you doing? Over there, nursing that bad wig-wearing bitch’s wounds?

” She pointed her finger in my face, “Bitch should’ve been mad about that fucked up lace instead of me.

She shouldn’t have jumped stupid if she didn’t want her ass beat!

Both of y’all niggas got me fucked up!” She was breathing like a damn dragon.

She was so mad. I was turned on as fuck by her feistiness, but there were a few things I had to address.

A few moments in her presence, I felt myself being drawn out of this argument. She was too damn pretty to fuss with.

“For one, that’s the last time you ever mention me in the same sentence with any other nigga.

I couldn’t leave the opening, but I called yo’ ass a million times before you blocked me.

I ain’t worried about no other female but you.

You think I’m gone risk somebody else in this pussy?

So, if that nigga values his life, then that better be the last time he darkens your fucking doorstep.

” I said, reaching out and grabbing her waist. She slapped my hand away.

“Control your hoes. He wasn’t even in my house. I haven’t even touched him since before we started talking.”

“Don’t fucking play with me, Dyami. I will have that nigga family crying, and his Barber will paint that nigga hairline one final time.

I told you already all that other shit is dead!

I can’t believe you was out here fucking with a nigga with a receding hairline.

If that nigga was ever the answer for you, what was the question? ”

“I said what I said! I didn’t have him over here.

I didn’t even know he was coming! He just fucking popped up!

” She said, putting a mug on her face, and we had an intense stare down for a moment.

Soon enough, a smile cracked through on both of our faces, and we began to laugh.

The shit seemed so silly. As I watched her throw her head back in laughter, all I thought was damn, this was my woman.

Finally, after all this time, I had her.

Just looking at her and rehearsing in my head how we just sounded, I knew staying mad was irrelevant.

She wasn’t thinking about anybody else, just like I wasn’t. This was Dyami, and I knew her.

“Aye, man, bring yo’ mean ass here.” I pulled her to me.

“No,” she said, smiling and rolling her eyes.

“Stop fucking with me like that and come here since you slapping a nigga on his birthday.”

She finally gave in and broke down. I pulled her in for a kiss. I lost myself in her mouth, and she was aggressive with her tongue. She was ready, but I wanted to take a moment to slow things down. I broke apart from her and looked into her eyes to speak.

“You mine. I’m yours, and I want you to understand that.

Ain’t no walking away because I ain’t doing shit to fuck this up.

This was the place I dreamed of being with you since I was a jit.

I'd like you to meet my son, because we need to work out how we will coexist. I’m going to get shit on record and handle my business the right way, so what happened tonight won’t ever happen again.

I’m going to the courthouse first thing Monday morning. ”

“I guess since I’m not mad, I should give you your gift now.” She stood and went to her closet, and I sat down.

“It’s not much, but I am hoping you see where I was going with this.

” The first bag she held had my favorite cologne.

Baccarat Rouge 540. The next bag widened my smile.

She had matching outfits for my son and me.

They fit him perfectly, and I never told her his size.

Lastly, she made a collage of me when I was a kid.

“Wow. How the hell did you do this?” I asked, admiring it. Shit, I was a fly ass nigga even when I was young.

“I may have had some help from Chubby. I figured you could fill in the blank spaces on the collage with MJ.”

She sat next to me, and it took me a few moments to find my words. I wanted to get things straight between us before we went any further. I may have never been in a legitimate relationship, but I knew how I wanted to be treated, and that is the same way I was going to treat her.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”