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fourteen

A couple months later

“Umm, that was so good, baby,” Markeisha moaned. I reached for my phone on the nightstand to see what time it was. Originally, I only came here to blow off some steam. It might not have been right, but it felt good to me.

“I appreciate it, shorty.” I sat up then scooped my pants from the floor. My intentions were to come through, fuck her senseless then leave. Somewhere in between I messed around and fell asleep. When I woke up, I decided to go I might as well fuck her again.

“Why are you getting dressed, you might as well spend the night.” She pleaded. This was one of the reasons I kept my visits to a minimum. Markeisha clung to me like Velcro whenever I blessed her with this. It annoyed me to no end, but like I said this was about nothing more than a release.

“Naw, I need to get home so I can go pick up my son this afternoon.” I lied, but she didn’t need to know it.

“Hmmph, I see my hoe ass cousin has her claws in another nigga. She’s always posting on social media at the clubs and shit. She hardly ever has y’all son since she’s running the streets. Any time I see her posting a picture, her son is nowhere around. She won’t pay our family to keep Sincere, but she’ll send them over there for those bougie bitches to watch. My auntie said she was supposed to pay her for watching him, and now she’s not picking up the phone. These hoes will do anything for a few dollars and some dick.” She huffed. Although I might be upset about Breyoun moving on, I couldn’t negate the fact that she was a good mother.

I couldn’t stand a jealous bitch, and for some reason, Markeisha hated the ground her cousin walked on. It’s been this way for years and I won’t lie and say I haven’t used it to my advantage at times. Bree rarely posted our son on social media, but she took pictures of him daily. When we were on good terms, she used to send me a picture of him every day. Bree made sure my little man was put together at all times. Even when she wasn’t taking care of herself, she kept our son looking fresh. Still, I entertained her cousin in order to stroke my ego.

“Oh, yeah? When did her momma start watching Sincere?” Breyoun’s mother constantly talked shit about her daughter, however, whenever she needed help her mother never showed up for her. Breyoun kept a job since she turned fifteen in order to provide for herself since her mother spent most of her money on men and liquor. Even when Bree tried to get help from her, she had her hand out. Her family dynamic resembled one of those stories you see in urban fiction. They were dysfunctional and disloyal. I mean look at Markeisha. She and Breyoun were first cousins, but we’d been fucking around for years.

I used to warn Breyoun her family wasn’t shit, but she called me a hater. Markeisha and I used to mess around before I met Bree, but I got bored with her and moved on. Once Bree introduced me to her family, I realized the two of them were related. I thought about telling her, but when Markeisha never brought it up, I figured it could stay between us. A month after I started talking to Breyoun, Markeisha hit me up begging to suck my dick. Of course, I took her up on the offer.

Whenever I needed to drain my balls without any extra effort, I hit her line. Markeisha has four kids, so she lived in a decent little house in the hood. I’d been over multiple times once her kids went to sleep. Two of her baby fathers hated my family, so I made sure to put some extra power behind my strokes when I fucked her. There were three fathers in total, but the oldest one was the only one who was active.

“Oh, umm, she’s watched him a bunch of times. Breyoun just lies about it.” Somebody was lying alright, but it wasn’t my baby momma.

“Oh, yeah? I didn’t know she was keeping him.” I replied, Yanking my t-shirt over my head.

“Yeah. If I were you, I’d be pissed. Auntie says Sincere is always dirty with a saggy ass pamper on. Bree doesn’t even make sure there’s food in his bag or anything. I’ve even brought food over there to help her out since Bree won’t help her.” I shook my head, but not for the reasons she thought. For some reason, Bree’s mother went out of her way to bash her even though she depended on her for money.

I found it funny that Keish tried to throw shade at Bree, when everyone knew her mother kept her children more than she did. Markeisha hadn’t worked a job in years, yet her kids were rarely ever home. She lived on Section 8 housing while receiving two thousand dollars’ worth of food stamps. I’d bought a few from her myself because the prices were high as hell. Bree constantly broke her neck to help them, but none of them ever extended the same courtesy.

“Yean, I’m about ready to take her ass to court for full custody. I don’t feel comfortable with another man being around my child and I know nothing about him.” I knew damn well it was a lie; however, I also knew Markeisha was like a news reporter. She’d make sure to relay the message to the right people in order for it to get back to Bree. It may have been childish, but I wanted her attention more than anything. Negative or not.

“I think it’s a great idea; she doesn’t deserve him anyway. All she’s trying to do is get money from you and your family anyway. I’m shocked the DNA test came out the way it did, considering her track record.” She snarled. It’s sad to know how low family members will stoop in order to try and discredit you. As much as my baby mama and I argued, I still felt bad for the family she’d been stuck with. I understood why she clung to mine so tough.

“Alright, I’m about to head out, I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Wait, can I get a few dollars before you go? My lights are about to get cut off in a couple of days?” She yanked the neck of her oversized t-shirt. My face twisted in disbelief. I couldn’t believe she’d mustered up enough nerve to ask me for a dime when she was unemployed by choice.

“You don’t get child support or something?” I blurted out. My keys were on the floor, so I bent down to pick them up. She’d completely thrown me off with her request. I rarely gave money to women unless we were in a relationship. Even then it depended on what they’d done for me. Call me selfish, but I’m not breaking bread with any bitch who’s capable of getting to the bag on their own.

I loved women with ambition, I only slept with women like Markeisha out of convenience. The moment they no longer served me, I dipped. My own baby momma couldn’t get me to pay her bills so this chick must have bumped her head if she thought I was going to be sponsoring her.

“Yes, I do. I used the money to pay for my wig and an outfit for Law’s party. I thought I’d have more time to come up with the money for my bill. They usually let me go about two months without paying anything.” She whined. I scoffed in disgust. How the hell do you choose an outfit over making sure your responsibilities are taken care of.

“I’m not sure what to tell you because I’m not giving you money. You might want to see what you can work out with those people.” I shrugged my shoulders before trekking towards her door.

“Hmmm, well maybe I should call Bree and ask for her help. I’m sure she’d see no problem lifting a helping hand. Then I can come clean about what we’ve been doing behind her back all of these years. Keeping a secret as big as this has been weighing heavy on my heart.” I glared in her direction. This bitch lost her mind if she thought for one second, I’d let a bum like her blackmail me.

“You can tell her whatever you want. At the end of the day, it’s your word against mine. I can simply tell her you came on to me one night and I fucked up. She might be upset with me, but she has to deal with me regardless because of our son. She’ll cut you off for life and never turn back. So, tell me, is it really worth it?” On the outside I appeared unbothered, however, my anxiety shot through the roof as I waited for her to decide what she wanted to do.

“She might hate me, but she’ll hate you too. All it will do is push her end deeper into the arms of her new man. Although, I don’t know why you even care.” The mention of Bree's new man angered me. Never in a million years did I think my girl would end up with one of my idols. Every time I thought about it, I grew more and more upset.

“How much do you need?” Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed a small knot of money. This would be the last time I messed around with Markeisha again. She’d shown her hand and now I knew not to trust her. The worst kind of woman is a desperate one. They have nothing to lose and everything to gain. As hard as I tried to play, I knew Bree would cut me off forever if she ever found out about us. She might even try to keep my son from me, and it wasn’t a risk I was willing to take. I still cared about Bree even though she was messing around with that nigga.

“$189,” Markeisha smirked with her hand out. I’d never put my hands on a woman before, but she had me reconsidering. After peeling off two-hundred-dollar bills, I turned to leave.

“We wouldn’t have to go through any of this if you would just admit you made a mistake. You should have never been with her in the first place because we were meant to be together. I would never disrespect you the way she has, and you know it. I’ve been loyal all of this time and I deserve to be more than a secret.

The ride back home was filled with silence as I thought about my life right now. My acting career hadn’t taken off the way I thought it would, and the modeling jobs were few and far between. I found myself partying more than anything, and I’ve gotten myself into a whirlwind of trouble. Most of the money my parents had been sending for my bills went to bitches and pills. It’s gotten so bad that my landlord put me out stating that I wasn’t respecting the noise hours. Who the hell has quiet time in a big city anyway? One of my acting buddies allowed me to crash on his couch, but he ended up putting me out when he caught his girlfriend sucking my dick one night. I tried to tell him it wasn’t my idea, but he demanded that I leave. Her head was trash anyway.

I hadn’t told my mom the full truth until she recently started pressing the issue once I failed to go back. My father told her years ago to stop coddling me, but she was the only one in my corner. He thought I was too entitled, but I don’t see the problem. What’s the point of being rich if you can’t live life the way you want?

I thought my life would be easy, but I found myself struggling to keep my head above water. Once I parked in my designated spot, I opened up the glove compartment to retrieve my baggy of pills. One thing about Hollywood was that you could get your hands on the good stuff for the low. I’m glad I scored these before my drive back to Jonah Hills. If I rationed them out correctly, I’d be set for at least a month or two.

I chased two pills with the half-empty water bottle I’d left in here earlier. I felt my body instantly relax even though they hadn’t made it through my system yet. I’d been taking them since I broke my leg last year in a motorcycle accident. My friends and I were trying to show off for this fine-ass broad on the strip, and it ended with a sprained wrist, a dislocated shoulder, and a broken leg.

The pain felt unbearable in the beginning, so they prescribed me oxycodone. My doctor only gave me a thirty-day prescription, advising me of how addictive the medicine could be. He told me the pain would begin to subside over time, and he was correct. Physically, I felt as strong as an ox; however, the moment I tried to wean myself off of the pain meds, things took a turn.

I didn’t go more than a day without them. I tried several times, but the result always ended the same. I’d never craved anything the way I craved these pills. Hell, I messed around with the last girl because she knew the supplier and was able to cop them in large amounts. It got to the point that I could barely function if I wasn’t high. They helped me sleep at night, which I desperately needed. Insomnia had become my worst enemy after the accident, so I used these as a sleep aid.

My phone sounded off, so I picked it up to see who had sent me a message. Clicking on the link, the message instantly sent me into a fit of rage. Onyx had posted a picture, but it wasn’t with Breyoun. It was a photo of Onyx with Sincere perched on his shoulders. The caption read: All I need in this life of Sin! Copped a new whip so I had to make sure he got one too.

In the photo Onyx and Sincere were both standing next to all black Lamborghini’s. Of course, Sin had the toy version, but the shit pissed me off. He had no right to be posting pictures of my kid as if he were some type of father figure or something. Breyoun had me fucked up, thinking it was okay to have this clown parading around with my son without even considering my feelings. If she wanted to play this game, I had something for her ass. I’m done playing mister nice guy, I’ma make her feel it in her chest.

Me: I thought about everything you said, and I don’t want to hide our relationship anymore. Do you have a dress for Saturday? I want to formally introduce you to my family.

Deep Throat: Yes, baby! I promise you won’t regret choosing me.

My anger had me thinking irrationally and I didn’t care. Jumping from my seat, I trekked to my kitchen to grab two beers from the fridge. I wasn’t supposed to be drinking while on these pills, but I needed something to take the edge off. Breyoun had awaken another side of me and she would soon regret it.