1:20am was the time when I walked through my front door. 1:35 I hit the bed after a quick shower. Maremma was watching a movie. A love story. I gave her a kiss and tried to score.
"Babe my stomach hurt." She complained. Leaving it alone, I tried to fall asleep. Hearing a phone ring knowing it wasn't mine I looked at her funny.
"That's not my phone."
"I know." She spat. "Hello. Oh, hey... nothing in bed. Yeah, and you... really? Whatever."
"Who the fuck is that? It's almost 2 in the morning." I know I'm not tripping.
"It's my friend, damn!"
I snatched the phone. "Who this?"
"Who you?" Some dude replied.
"You on the phone with my girl. Who am I?"
"Listen I ain't going back and forth ask your bitch where I'm at and who I am." He hung up. I threw the phone at the wall breaking it.
"Who the fuck was that Naeema?"
"My friend."
I was out of the bed getting dressed grabbing my gun. "You keep saying that like it's answering my question. Since when you got make friends that call at 2am?"
"I been had them you wouldn't know you never here."
"Don't none of that even matter. Who is he and where he at?"
"Can you calm down."
"Naeema."
"That's what I be talking about you messing up my relationship with my friend."
"Really? Your friend? He messing up ours."
"No, you is. He ain't even the one I'm fucking."
Everything slowed down when she said that. It just got real. "What you say?"
"You heard me..." the rest of what she said was obsolete. I opened my safe taking all my money out, 2 guns, packing them in a duffel bag.
"You doing all that for what?" She asked.
"I'm out. I'm done. All this time I never cheated not once. You can stay here. Don't call me unless it's about the kids. I mean that you on your own. Bills, everything. Hope your bum ass find a job."
"I don't give a fuck."
"You will. You'll see quicker than you know. Don't call my fucking phone. I don't give a fuck what you go through. My kids will be fine. I ain't got nothing for you."
"Fuck you David. What you do for me?"
"Everything. What you do for yourself. You'll realize the truth in about 2 weeks. Because you broke. No money just jewelry you blow everything I give you."
No clothes just a bag containing 190,000 and guns is what I took. I kissed my girls and left. Driving around with nowhere to go. Looking at the clock it was 1:52am. Hotel or Minaj? Minaj, Mango.
At 2 I called Mango. "You need a ride?" I asked when she picked up.
"Who is this?"
"N.R."
"Oh, hey. You could say hello first."
"Hi, you need a ride home? I'm on my way down there."
"What changed your mind? My dances aren't that good."
"They are. I'll tell you when I see you. Be there in 15 minutes. Call you when I'm outside."
"Ok."
"Stop smiling."
"Be quiet. Bye."
I called Ro after. No answer. Probably sleep or knowing him with a female.
"Yes?" Mango asked hopping in my truck.
"I expected you to look the same."
"I don't?" She asked looked confused.
"No, you look better."
"Aww, that was sweet and so corny. I didn't changed one bit since you saw you me. No hug, nothing?"
"Come over here."
"You just like me in your lap."
She climbed over and I gave her a tight hug. My dick woke right up. After the longest kiss I've had in years she asked what happened. I told her the story.
"We'll I guess that was Allah way of showing you she wasn't the one for you any more." She said.
"But, you are?"
"I don't know. Allah knows best. Where are you staying tonight?"
"A hotel after I drop you off."
"Why? You can stay with me. That's if you want to. I have my own place. I live in Eastwick."
"With no car?"
"Can't afford one yet."
"Can you drive? She nodded yes. "Ok drive I'm exhausted. Please."
At 5'4 she had to adjust everything. The seat. Mirrors and steering wheel.
"I can't believe Mango is your real name."
"Dig in my bag and grab my wallet."
It was her real name alright. Mango Oladiti.
"You old." I said.
"Am not. 25 is not old. How old are you mister?"
"27."
"You old! I never imagined you would call me."
"Why?"
"We met in a club. I told you no sex. No boyfriends. Not very Islamic of me. And you have a family. Also the perception of me being a slit because I'm bartender working at a strip club."
"Stop assuming. Butter cleared all that up from the jump."
"Not assuming. Doubting. That's all."
"Why are you single?"
"No time. No kafirs. No boyfriends. Muslims and marriage only."
"You were raised in Islam?"
"Yes. I speak Arabic fluently. No accent because I've been here so long. Since 18 I've been living alone my parents got deported. They were on the run. My father has 4 wives. 16 children. 2 ex wives."
"Damn!"
"No. Alhamdulillah." She corrected me.
"Right."
I debated if I should bring my bag in or leave it in the truck. I decided to bring it in better chances with her than a car thief. I left it downstairs following her up.
"I could walk upstairs behind you for the rest of my life."
"Get out my butt nasty." She said giggling then ran up the rest of the stairs.
Her home was nice and clean. I even had to take my shoes off at the door. Queen size bed. Thick carpet. Lots of books. Islamic and others. Lots of movies. Walk in closet. Stripper pole!
"Yes, it's a pole. You don't have to stare. It's good exercise. I might dance for you on it one day. I'm about to shower I smell like the club."
She walked back and forth in the room grabbing everything she needed. Finally she stopped and stripped down to just a bra.
"You've seen enough to see a little more. Relax."
"That's a lot more." Her back was to me.
"You're just horny." She pulled her ponytail free letting it fall. Her hair was long, wavy and thick. "I'm about to cut this mess."
"Cut it and I'm cutting you. Paper cut but still a cut. Don't do that keep it."
"Don't you dare try it. All you had to say was you like it. Be right back don't leave. Turn on the tv or something."
I found Jhene Aiko on her iPod and let it play. I dozed off. Opening my eyes she was completely naked rubbing shea butter on her skin.
"Hey sleepy. Take those clothes off you ain't going nowhere. Get in the bed and go to sleep. You're tired."
She pulled my socks off then my pants. I handled my shirts. Under the covers I watched her perform her nightly routine. Putting on a pair of boxer shorts that fit too good.
"You sure do stare a lot." She said.
"You would too if you were seeing what I see from my point of view. Not through the mirror."
After lighting candles she turned off the lights and climbed in the bed. On my back she was on my right side with one leg over me and her head on my chest.
"You work out a lot?" She asked.
"Yeah, I box. Training to go pro. I already won the golden gloves."
"Really? I love boxing. It's my favorite sport of all time. Sugar Ray Leonard is my favorite."
"Me too. I been boxing on and off since 16. Took it serious 5 years ago."
"Can I tell you somethings in case this does go further than expected?" I replied yes. "I already told you I'm over here alone. I was born in an Islamic household which makes the ides of being a stripper repulsive to me."
"But you don't strip."
"I did 2 years ago. It was only a few months. I hated it. But, I had no other choice besides prostitution. I chose to strip. I saved every dime that didn't go to bills. I saved enough to make sure I'd be ok until I found another job. I never slept with anyone. I felt filthy every night. I knew it was haram. I prayed everyday and night before going to work for Allah to provide a better way for me. I was turned down every where even as a waitress at a dang diner. My back was to the wall I made about 1800$ a night. My rent was 800 plus bill made it like 1100$ a month. I worked for 6 or seven weeks and quit. I got a job at Sneaker Villa. Fired for snapping on a customer. Radio shack. Fired. Same reason. Men are disrespectful. I hate no wearing my hijab. I know what my body looks like. I hate men staring at me making rude comments. Following me. Touching me. I met Butter in her restaurant. I was in the area for an interview that never got back to me after at Dave & Busters. She saw me, offered me a job on the spot I declined the stripper position wasn't going back to that. We kept talking. She has a way of prying things out of you. I told her my story she offered me the bartender job at 500$ a week plus tips. I accepted. She always pays me more. Anyway, you're the first man that has touched me besides my ex. I was married before form the age of 16 to 19. Once my parents got deported he changed completely. I demanded a divorce. No sex since then. I was intended to marry a guy. Didn't work out. Found out he was a dead beat dad. I met his baby mother. I feel comfortable around you. You ever took a chance on something you weren't sure about but went with your heart and gut feeling?"
"Yeah. I did that tonight when I called you. I've never let myself into a situation like this with another female. That's why I believe you."
"Me either. I took the same chance. Especially when Butter said she liked you. Not like that but you know what I mean. She spoke highly of you."
"She said that?"
"Yeah. She never said you had a girl."
"She didn't know. I have two daughters age 7 and 5. Aisha and Khadijah."
"Alhamdulillah. Names of the prophets wives." I nodded yes. "Is there anything you wanna know?" She asked.
"How you look in the morning when you first open your eyes."
"I'm sure I look the same."
"What do you wanna know?"
"Nothing right now. I'll find out in time inshallah. My mind is all over the place right now. I really don't want my past to come in between anything that may be possible."
"If I could I'd marry you right now. It's how things are done in Islam. Marriage first. That's if you're interested. You'd have to quit bartending though." I stated.
"I will. I have to find another job."
"No you don't."
"I know this seems weird being from America moving so fast with someone. People here are together for years before getting married. It's half your deen in Islam."
It's not weird. Quit your job. I have enough money for us both. I wouldn't normally tell this and would hate to regret but I got close to 200 grand in my bag downstairs."
"Subhanallah. You will never have regrets due to me. Money means very little to me. It's a necessity, not a desire. I would never steal from you. If I wanted a man for money I could of been had one." She climbed on top of me staring me in the eyes. "I swear by Allah I'm telling you the truth. You can trust me just please never lie to me."
"I won't."
"What are you thinking?"
"How bad I want you. Wishing I could marry you now."
"I can call my Abu. He can marry us now. We can go to a masjid in the morning if you want but my family will be sufficient."
"Call him."
"Okay! After we offer salat together then consummate the marriage. We need a marriage contract and you have to provide my dowry, bridal gift."
"Slow down. I know what a dowry is. What do you want?"
"Surprise me."
As she called her Abu I thought of what I just agreed to. It's what I've always wanted. Naeema never wanted to be married and now I know why. This did seem weird hardly knowing her. I'm not a risk taker. Never have been and actually this doesn't seem like a risk. Worst come to worst I'll be divorced and moved on.
I watched her walk back and forth smiling speaking to her father in Arabic. I'm pretty sure it was daytime in Africa. Passing me the phone she covered her mouth smiling. Eyes big as tennis balls. I exchanged greetings with her father then speaking briefly about my obligations. Each others rights. Her Downey. I agreed to it all. With both phones on speaker her mother, brothers, sisters and his other wives in the background as witnesses. About 5 minutes later we were married. That simple. When she spoke to them she quickly hung up. Jumping on the bed she nearly tackled me. Hugging me tightly we kissed. The longest kiss I've ever shared with anyone. Tasting something salty I opened my eyes. She was crying.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm happy. Allah answered my dua's. These are tears of joy." Pulling herself together she smiled. "I have a surprise for you."
Disappearing in the closet she returned nude in high heels. Instructing me to sit on the edge of the bed she walked to the pole and began to dance. I enjoyed the show. Crawling over to me then doing a 180 before raising her ass in the air looking back at me. We locked eyes as I pulled her onto my lap. She danced on the pole and me better than most the strippers she worked around. And she was incredibly flexible. Incredibly gorgeous. "Turn around", I said in her ear. Back in my lap I wrapped her legs around me as we kissed, picking her up then laying her down on the bed. Before I could make my move she jumped back up and pulled me down to the bed and began removing my pants. In her mouth I went.
Naeema was no comparison to this girl. Everything about this felt different. Maybe it's because I been with Naeema for so long.
Laying her on the bed I kissed down her body. She went crazy like she's never been touched by a man. Squirming, scratching, moaning before I could even reach her waist. When I reached between her legs, I never heard anyone make that much noise. It drove me crazy. I felt like the man! Hands on my head, legs squeezing. She was damn near smothering me with her pussy. I pushed her legs back sliding my tongue inside her. I kept going until my jaw locked. Climbing on top of her she pulled me close hugging me, biting on my neck and collar as we made love. I could hear each stroke. Shortly after I was nutting. Before I could get soft I was back hard and kept going thanks to her. Trying to keep track of how many times she came was pointless. Out of energy I rolled over. She got on top of me.
"You quit?" She asked. "I want more." Rubbing my dick on her pussy I was back hard again! I let her do all the work this time and she was just as good on me as she was on that pole. Best part was this was all halal. I get blessing for having sex with my wife. Taking this chance so far was in my favor so far.
I got a call from Rick in the morning. I took Mango with me. She was excited and fully garbed. I took my ring gear just in case. It turned out he wanted me to spar with a guy from Bernard Hopkins camp. Bernard himself couldn't make it. He heard about me and promised to come see me in person Rick explained. After changing I hopped in the ring with Mango watching. The end result was I made dude look bad. Rick was proud of me. When I made my exit after cleaning off Mango kissed me and slapped me on the butt.
"That was good. You need to work on your defense a little more. If he was a pro or had a better I.Q. He would of seem your left side is weak side you just hide it well. Get it together baby."
Me and Rick looked at each other smiling she was absolutely right. My baby knows boxing.
"I could of knocked him out". I said.
"I know but it wasn't a fight. Save that for later. Don't give them your all. Let them think you're a slouch until it's your time." She said.
"Ok coach. You about to take Rick job." I said back. "Come here...what you want for your dowry?"
"I don't know. Whatever you want to get me. I want you to help me put together and Islamic class for women since I have free time now."
"Ok. I'll have a surprise for you tonight but right now you need a car."
I called Ro and told him the situation telling him he'll get the full story soon. He told me to go to his uncle car lot. All new cars. I convinced her to get the car she liked. An Acura RLX was her choice. What she didn't like was the price. Even I liked it. Black on black. While she filled out the paperwork I filled Ro in on what he missed between the breakup and marriage.
"And to think I'm always the one with unbelievable stories." He said smiling. "Let me guess you need a ring too?"
"Yeah."
"Since you know nothing about jewelry I'll go to my jeweler pick out a nice ring and you pay me back. Diamonds ain't cheap like you."
"I know nigga. Just don't let it be a million or even a hundred grand. I ain't no ball player."
"Right, you a cheap ass boxer who got more than some boxers already."
"Baby, I'm ready." Mango said walking over keys in hand. I could see her eyes smiling even though her face was covered.
"One more stop then we taking you stopping!" She said.
"Thank you!!!" Ro exclaimed a little too hype for my liking. "I'm so happy you're in his life now. Don't let him buy any Levi's or Dickie's. Nothing he can paint in and not care, please. And make sure he get a real watch. In fact I got it it'll be a wedding gift. Matching watches. Im gonna show y'all to the wonderful world of Rolex before he buys you a damn Micheal Kors."
"No gold for him." Mango chimed in.
"I know. The Muslim stuff. I'm wit' it. I ain't no slouch. What you call me again N.R. a umm..."
"Kafir."
"That's it. I might get a kafir chain while I'm there." We both looked at him at the same time the same way.
"Please don't do that Ro!" Mango pleaded.
"He ain't crazy. He know what that shit mean and where he at. He wouldn't waste the money. He know I'll destroy that chain before somebody destroy him for wearing it." I said.
"He think he my big brother. Captain cheap. Chief cheap. Grandmaster cheapskate. You'll see. Look at his truck. 1998! Ask him how much money he got Mango." He turned to walk away like he made a valid point. "See y'all later on."
"Nice to meet you Ro."
"You too pretty eyes."
"Aye! Don't start." I said to him. I know he meant no harm. Ro would never cross that line. If it's any one I could trust around my wife it's him without a second thought.
"It's the truth. You scored this time player. You know eyes and feet that's my thing. All day long. If he don't kiss you feet slap his ass he ain't tough he can't fight he can only box."
"Ain't you leaving?"
"I am. I am."
She was still laughing when he left.
"He ain't funny."
"Don't be jealous baby. I see y'all why y'all friends.
"Ain't nobody jealous of Ro. Soft ass hands."
"Good because I'm not going anywhere."
"I know! That car was $65,000. 2014 my behind."
"You said get it. Come on so we can drop off that truck at, our place! You can't keep spoiling me like this."
"Get used to it lady. I like it."
"What's your attribute?"
"Abdul-Khabir."
"Ok. You'll probably never hear me call you that unless I'm talking to someone else."
"You like it, I love it. Call me what you want."
At King of Prussia mall we shopped at places I didn't even know existed. If I did know about them I never been inside. All the places Ro shops at. Nordstrom. Saks. Neiman Marcus. Hermes. That place is absolutely absurd. Leaving Burberry all I could think is I spent today on clothes more than I spent in my entire life together. Mango got a few things too. She liked shopping online. When we got back I gave her $10,000 as a gift. I literally have over a million easy from years of Weight Watchin without any vices. 100 grand in a day is nothing to complain about. When Ro got back I was over the 100 grand mark with a $32,000 ring. I figured it would be 50 knowing him. The ring had a big clear diamond set in platinum. He said it was an emerald cut 3 flawless carats with a 1 carat diamond band. Really nice. I parted ways with Ro.
Mango was watching tv, laying on the bed when I entered. I grabbed her hand sliding the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. Losing her mind she began to cry again. More sex. Then I actually got a chance to show her the watches Ro got us. Platinum Rolex's. Names engraved. Mango and N.R. on both in cursive. Oyster Perpetual Day-date. Took me a minute to remember that. He said I could wear it with anything. That was the plan.
"I haven't shown you everything yet. I have a surprise for you." Mango said.
"You holding out on me?"
"No, just saving some spice for later gotta keep you happy."
"That don't take much."
"I want you more than happy. I want you fulfilled."
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The Weight Watchers
General FictionA different light shined on those who have minimal opportunity with vast ingenuity, adaptability and a fucked up moral compass. Playing a dangerous game with lives at stake. Getting in is much easier than getting out.The Weight Watcherz is the story...
