(Jon)
"Jonathan Isiah Hill." Evelyn spokely . She'd torn off my shirt and pointed to the tattoo. "You lie to me, I'll kill you."
"What you talking about baby?" I asked nervously, as my throat instantly became dry.
"Who is Trina?"
"My mom." I lie.
"Strike one, your momma's name is Sheryl." Damn , how'd she know?
"My sister." I lied again.
"Strike two, their names are Kim and Karla."
"Damn... it's my wife man..." That was all I said until she blacked out.
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That was three months ago, she left me, high and dry. After she beat my I had a broken nose, a few broke. ribs, a busted lip and a black eye.
I deserved it.
"Babe..." Shae, whined. She was really trying to take advantage of the fact that Evelyn had moved out and we weren't together anymore.
"Don't start." Was all I said to her.
"You still thinkin' about that bitch Evelyn?" I nodded, there was no need for me to lie. She laughed and shook her head.
I still wanted to know how she found out about the whole Trina situation.
"My nigga." Rison greeted walking into my house, he had found him a condo around the way. "Guess who.I seen today?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Evelyn, and man she look good. Like that ass was just so thick in that maxi dress." he licked his lips. I didn't say anything after all... she wasn't mine.
I missed the way she smelled, smiled, laughed, her voice, and her cooking. Shae is just plan annoying.
"That's nice, hows she doing?" I asked.
"Well I invited her to my party tonight. She said she'd be there," he informed me. I rubbed my hands together, I had a plan.
I gotta get my lady back.
"Daddy!!" JJ yelled running to my room.
"Yoooo, wassup lil man?" I asked.
"I saw my girlfriend Evelyn today. Her booty was on fleek." he said. I made a note to keep my son away from Shamani's ol' simple ass.
"Watch your mouth." I told him.
(5 Hours later)
"I hope you don't think I'm not going with you to Rison's party." Shae spoke. I turned to face her, she had looked extremely tacky. Her outfit consisted of a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a pair of tims, and a crop top that showed off her stretch marks and excess baby fat.
"Dressed like that? Hell na." I replied while securing my gold Marc Jacobs watch, I must admit... I look looked like a million bucks.
"I'm going, I don't give a shit. What's mine is mine." She shrugged.
(Rison)
"Mmm, you look good baby." I whispered into my lady's ear. Her dress fitted her like a glove. I nibbled on her ear.
"Stooop" she whined, "I gotta go and go ahead on to the party." She stated. We were driving separate tonight, which was fine. She traced my tattoo on my arm and gave me a kiss on the lips. After that she sashayed off to her car.
