A Hood Nigga's Forever Chic! (Part 3)

Chapter 10 (Tierra)

Cleaning my new house was a job. I thought

as I walked around dusting everything I could.

It was time to hire a maid for sure.

Tisha sat at the kitchen bar eating breakfast.

Crazy how her ass would sit around lazy as hell

while watching me clean. It was beyond time

for her to go.

I wondered if her and Noah were getting

serious or if he became a memory from the

past. She hadn't talked about him in a weeks.

"What happened with Noah? You still with

him." I asked genuinely. "Yea we decided to

call it off. He felt we were moving too fast." She

stated. "What do you think about him? She

asked. "I think he's alright, but he don't seem

like your type." I told her.

Deep down inside I wanted my opinion to

count. I mean I wanted her to leave Noah

alone. My husband had plans to get rid of Noah

and I didn't need my cousin being tied up in

that. I didn't need her falling head over heels

for a nigga who wasn't gone be living for too

long.

"I don't know if it's gonna work out." She

confessed. "You know he's a square. I need a

nigga to put me in check when I'm out of line

and I'm not sure he can handle that!" She

finished. "Girl you right about that!" I joked

and we both laughed. "Bitch shut up!" She

shot. Sometimes we called each other bitch

when we played around. It was nice to see her

in good spirits, but something was still off with

her.

***

I met Antwan around 9 o'clock where we

had dinner reserved on a private ship. It was a

dark setting with lit candles and beautiful city

lights. Wine and dinner was already prepared

for us.

He stood by the table holding a red rose. I

knew was for me. He always gave me roses.

He wore a button down polo with crisp jeans

and Jordan shoes. His jewelry sparkled hard

including the gold grill in his mouth. I

could see his hazel eyes that looked piercing

even in the dark. Daddy was the shit and he

knew it.

My hair was pinned up with a few curls that

draped around the sides of my face. I wore a

black velvet dress with a slit up the leg and

wrap around the ankle sandal heels. My red

lipstick set the tone.

Antwan handed me the rose and grabbed my

waist. We kissed gently. "You so beautiful ma."

He said. I smiled at the thought of being his

when I sniffed the rose. "You my Queen baby."

He told me. "I brought you out here so we can

get some quality time before I get back on the

road for business." He Finished. "I wish I could

go with you." I said. "It's not safe ma. You

know you can't come with me. Not on this

one." He said.

I thought about his words. He was right. It

was inappropriate to be on a run with him

during my pregnancy. This was a lick that was

too dangerous. Deep down I knew this trip

consisted of dealing with Noah. "When are you

coming back?" I questioned with sadness. "I

don't know ma. Just be waiting when I get

here." He told me before kissing my forehead.

We held each other tight.

That night we made love on that private ship.

We did a 69, he fucked me from the back and

even on the dinner table.

I was on the edge of the ship with my legs

spread wide as he fucked me. He held my neck

with one hand to keep me from falling in the

water. Daddy had bomb dick fasho.

I was still wearing the heels, but the dress

was on the floor. I was now only in my white

thong panties that he slid to the side before

fuckin the shit out me. It was unfair that he

was still in his jeans and I was damn near butt

ass naked.

He could always have it his way with me. I

didn't mind him being in control because he

never misled me. I was submissive as hell for

my husband.

I swear I never wanted to let this man go. He

was my everything. He was my king. It was

gonna be hard maintaining life without him.