“Wayne...my mother is home. Fuck is you doing?” She said, then turned around to face me and pushed me back.
“Why are you tripping? We’ve fucked plenty of times while she was home. Hell, you even gave me some neck with the door half open while she was in her room.”
“Yeah, when I was young like fifteen. I’m grown now, and I’m not doing that childish shit anymore.”
“Now it’s childish shit. Wasn’t childish when you damn near choking on my dick a couple of months ago.”
“Right...months ago. I’m not doing that anymore.”
“Why not?” I asked while crossing my arms across my chest.
“We’re not married. I’m no longer doing wife shit for a nigga who only introduces me as his baby mama.” She said with her hand on her hips. I couldn’t contain my laugh and even leaned over because that shit was so funny.
“What the fuck is so funny?” She said while grabbing a baby wipe off her dresser and cleaning herself. Then she slipped on her gray leggings.
“You.” I continued to laugh. Aniyah rolled her eyes so hard I thought they were going to get stuck. I mean, y’all even laughed at that shit too, right? Imagine after almost five years with somebody, you one decide that you’re going to stop doing certain sexual things because you feel like it’s above your title. “Bae, you can’t be serious?” I asked.
“Dead serious, Wayne. It’s been five years, and I’m still your baby mama.”
“Aniyah, please don’t start that shit today. You’ve been sucking, licking, and slurping a nigga up for four years, and now all of a sudden, you feel like you need to be my wife to continue to do so. You do know, bitches out here doing that shit for free?”
“Well, I guess you get them bitches to suck, lick and slurp your ass up because I’m done. Matter fact, you ain’t getting none of this until you put a ring on it.” She stated while pointing to her ring finger and crossing her arms over her chest again.
“You know damn well if I go and do exactly that you’ll cry and bitch about how I broke your heart and trust. You always say shit like that, but stay whining when I double tap on a bitch’s Instagram post. Stop throwing little shit like that out there when you know you can’t handle if I were to do exactly what you said.”
“Well, I’m just letting you know that you’re not getting any head or pussy from me until I get a ring. So wherever you get it from, keep it there and make sure it’s doesn’t travel back to me.” She smirked. I honestly had to look at her for a minute because I couldn’t believe the dumb shit that was coming out of her mouth. Like she was basically telling to cheat and just keep it away from her until I was ready to propose. Like what the fuck? Now, to any fuck nigga out there- that shit sounded like angel music, but to me, that shit was just a door to destruction. As I said, I’m a monogamous guy, and I would rather be single and do whatever than be in a relationship and lead women on. That wasn’t me, and I guess I learned that from my parents.
“You’re probably only suggesting that because that’s what you want to do,” I said as I looked at her. She tried to act like she was unbothered by what I said, but her eyes told a different story.
“Boy, I don’t need to fuck around. I’m grown and-”
“And what?” I said, cutting her off. My face was so close to hers. I know some of my spit hit her lip. She was scared and was thinking hard about what to say next. I don’t condone hitting a female and would never will. However, I had a bad temper when being tested or disrespected.
“Nothing.” She said as she tried to breathe slowly. Aniyah knew not to test me.
“Whatever you think you got going on or plan on doing, that shit ends today. I don’t even want to think about what you meant when you said that. If you want this shit to be over, we can end it today, and both be grown. Is that what you want?” I asked. She didn’t say anything but just shook her head, “no.”
“So don’t ever say that shit again.”
“I’m sorry.” She mumbled. I backed away from her then gathered my stuff. Once I threw my bookbag over my shoulder and had my phone in my hand, I left without saying another word to Aniyah. I made my way down the stairs and I saw her mother sitting on the couch with the TV on mute. I just gave her a half-smile because my mother raised me better, but I couldn’t stand her, and she couldn’t stand me. She just rolled her eyes as I continued to head to the door. I walked home since Aniyah lived about two blocks away from me. I replayed what she said repeatedly. Did she slip up and confessed that she was fucking around? Was she seeing somebody else because she was growing tired of waiting on a ring? Was she disloyal after all these years, or has she been playing me? Was she just like her hoe ass friends?
“Fool!” A voice said as I felt a slap on my neck. I was about to drop my bag and square up with whoever for playing with me, especially since Aniyah already pissed me off. However, I took a minute to
