Every time Isaiah looked at himself in the mirror, he was constantly reminded of the most traumatic moment of his life. He grew to hate himself until Namiko randomly waltzed into his life one day and began teaching him how to love himself again. It...
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"Girl like for real. You pretty as fuck. I can't get over it. You know how bad you gotta be to be bare face with no wig and still killing bitches? How you let a nigga like Zay get you?" Jamell's wife, Shaniece, complimented Namiko for the hundredth time, and she fell out into laughter at all the curse words she used just to call her pretty.
"Oh my goodness. Why is everyone saying that? He's really handsome! He could practically have any girl that he wants." She was honestly surprised that he wanted to date her. His face belonged in a magazine.
"Yeah but that's it. All he got is face and money. That nigga is the meanest nigga I ever met and he be so uptight sometimes. You so outgoing and loud—in a good way. Y'all are polar opposites."
"He's never mean to me. That's my honey bun. He tried to be but I didn't let it last long; maybe a day or so. He's really soft when it's just us—he's not like, well, that." She gestured to where he stood with a group of his friends with a frown on his face that could shoot a bird out of the sky.
"I love that for y'all. Straight out of a Sister Souljah book." Shaniece chuckled, grabbing her strawberry margarita can from the table.
They were currently at Jamell's home where he was throwing a Super Bowl party. There were a little over forty people there so it wasn't a super big gathering. They were barbecuing outside and cooking in the kitchen, too. A big flat screen TV was mounted outside and in the living room, both playing this years ending football game.
At first Namiko didn't understand what a Super Bowl was, but Shaniece broke it down to her in girl terms. It was basically just a championship game that men went crazy over because their only interest usually had something to do with sports. Apparently, Super Bowl parties were a common occurrence.
She and Shaniece sat in lawn chairs near the hot tub to absorb the heat, and Naia was currently sleeping in Isaiah's arms near the grill. He was her new favorite person and Namiko loved that because she felt the same way about him. He was so accepting of her daughter, too. She could tell that he missed having one of his own.
"Lookin' at yo' man in daddy mode, huh? I know that look." Shaniece smirked at her, causing Namiko to look away from the two of them.
"What?" She smiled.
"That's exactly how my man trapped me with our twins. You look like you ready to take his ass down. You biting your lip and shit, just ready to fuck." Shaniece laughed at the shocked expression on Namiko's face once she understood what she meant.
"Oh my goodness. Why can you tell? That's so embarrassing!" Namiko covered her face as if that'd make her disappear, making Shaniece laugh harder. She'd been making Shaniece laugh since they started talking.
"Girl don't have no shame in yo' game. You a bad bitch and you wanna fuck. Niggas love that."
"Ugh. He's just so—him. And he's always rubbing on me and kissing me and stuff. It's like, how can I not? But I'm so afraid. Ughhhh. Why would you point it out?" Namiko then frowned at her but it didn't last long before the two women laughed together.
