In Love With My Sister Husband

Chapter 8

MALANI P.O.V.

How do you know that guy? I asked Harlem walking into his house.

He's one of my plugs. Better question is how does he know yo mama! He asked turning to look at me.

I don't know. I never seen that man a day in my life nor have I ever heard of the name. How am I gonna ask her when I'm supposed to be dead! Can you ask her?

Like she gone tell me the damn truth! You better off asking yourself.

Orrrrrr you can just call him back and ask him! Cause now I really wanna know who he is.

As long as I been knowing Nino he been a pretty solid nigga. Get money nigga. Got a plant over in Columbia. Met him down in Atlanta when I was 17. Showed 'em what I could do with a brick in 12 hours. Been fuckin with me since. No kids, no wife far as I know. Just him and his money. But you favor him the more I was looking at him. Maybe your mama past got some skeletons in it.

You think he has something to do with why my mama hate me?

Only person knows that is her! Don't think about that shit though. You ight? He handed me a clean towel to wipe my face. My make up was terrible. I really fucked it up crying.

I'm fine....why are we here?

I had to come grab something real quick. You sure you good?

I'm fine, thank you!

He nodded his head and picked his ringing phone up. "Speak!" He said into it before walking out the kitchen. I went over to his fridge and grabbed a ginger ale. I had his fridge and freezer filled with all his favorite foods, snacks, and drinks before he came home so he didn't have to worry about anything. Some may say I over did it. And I could probably agree. I always found myself over playing my part in people's lives. Everyone always gives me their ass to kiss and I do the most for them.

I gotta go drop this shit off to the hood. You wanna come? He said coming back in the kitchen and grabbing the bag. He took two bricks of cocaine out and sat them in the oven and grabbed his keys.

Sure...
I followed him out the house and we got in the car. I fixed my make up with what I had in my purse. I always kept foundation on me, setting powder, some bronzer, a brush, extra lashes, lip gloss and lip liner in a small make up pouch in all my purses in case my make up messes up while I'm out. I fixed my face and he just looked at me with a smirk on his face before he pulled off. "What?" I asked annoyed.

Nothing....you look really nice today!

Shut up, no I don't! I look a mess now!

For real you do! You really beautiful but you look sexy today! Sexy as hell!

Boy shut up, you are not getting no coochie from me!

Damn that's all you think I want? He asked with laughter pulling off.

Seems like it! That's all you ever want!

Not true!

How isn't it? Harlem that's all I'm good enough for with you is just sex! Let's be real! We never really was in a relationship if we was or agreed to. You cheated! Always talking to other girls, fuckin them, dates all that!

I've taken you on dates too Malani! Don't do that.

Harlem you have NEVER taken me on a real date!

Yes I have!

No you have not! Name one time!

Your 17th birthday!

That was not a date! You asked me did I wanna go to a party and when we got there you was with your friends. I didn't even fuck you that night.

You didn't? I could have sworn you did.

No I didn't! I actually went home. So yeah you never token me on a real date. Everything we've ever done together was hang out and have sex that's it. But you claim you love me? What do you love about me? I bet you can't even answer that! He'll even now what was the first thing you did? Fuck me! You didn't take me out you didn't wine and dine me, you went straight into fuckin me.

That's not fair Malani! I asked you on a date to dinner in fact  you shot me down.

Yeah cause you had a fuckin fiancee who turned out to be my sister!

That's beside the point. And I did take you on a date when we were in Cali....

Okay wow one date! Out of the whole what 14-15 years we been knowing each other. I'm about to be 29, and I don't have time to play with you or anybody else. When it comes to me. I deserve a man! A good man, a man who wants more than just my body. I actually loved you and I rather you just say you didn't feel the same instead of just leading me on cause if sex was all you ever wanted you could of just said that and I wouldn't have never gotten my feelings involved with you like ever!

He pulled up to the trap house and turned the car off. I could tell I just hit a nerve with him. He was quiet for a bit before getting out the car. He asked me was I coming in and I rolled my eyes so hard. Like nigga you ain't here shit I just said? Yeah fuckin figures! That's how I know I don't mean shit to his ass.

Hi beautiful! Some dude smiled at me as I walked in behind him. He was fine as hell. Brother was brownskin, pretty white teeth, dimples, tall, tatted, a nice wave cut, and dressed in a polo sweat suit. Average but very cute. "Was ya name baby?" He had like a New Orleans accent a bit. Kinda sounded like Rob49.

Malani! I smiled a bit shaking his hand.

Beautiful like you. He smiled. I looked up and Harlem laughed a bit licking his lips nodding his head couldn't even concentrate on what he was doing. "You got a man?" "Or you can have friends?" He asked getting my attention back.

I can have friends! I smirked.

Can I get ya number? I wanna be ya friend! Take yo out  or something!

Yeah sure. I smiled. He gave me his phone and I put my number in it. I really was just doing this to piss Harlem off. Cause he just proved my point that he didn't give a fuck about me. "What's your name?"

Ma name Duke! But you can call me husband, cause as beautiful as you are I think I just found my wife! He cheesed making me laugh a bit. Harlem wasn't paying us no mind.

You cute! I giggled.

Let's go! Harlem said unfazed walking past me.

Bye wifey! Duke smiled letting my hand go as I turned to follow Harlem out the house. We got in the car and he gripped the steering wheel and pulled off fast.

You mad? I asked as he was driving fast as hell.

Nah not one bit. He said shaking his head. He forced a smile on his face not looking at me. "Not at all!"
I shrugged my shoulders and he pulled up my driveway and to my stairs so I could get out. "Earlier you asked me what do I love about you! Growing up I didn't have nobody Malani. Abusive home, my mama was sick. My dad use to beat the shit out of me and her. I wanted to end my life so bad. Between the street shit and home shit. I started to not be able to handle it. I use to beg god to take me away, or send me a sign that everything would be okay. And I met you. I know he sent me you because the very last words you said to me that very first night was. "Everything will be okay, you just gotta keep your faith in God." I fell in love with you that night. We were young as hell and it didn't make sense to me but I started to feel like I needed you. You made me laugh. You made me look forward to waking up another day. I felt like I had to be near you at all times. We'll fight and argue but I knew I wasn't complete without you. I loved having sex with you because I loved you. I knew I was getting attached to you like crazy so I'd fuck off or mess up. Some time the shit wasn't even intentional. But when you got pregnant it was....I don't know....it was like....like I needed you to breathe. I wanted you to be my wife, I wanted to raise our kid together forever. I wanted to be a family. And that shit scared me. But when I left you and I sat in that cell all them years. All I could think about was your smile, the way you laughed, the way you would say my name when I was getting on your nerves. How you would randomly hold my hand, the way you snore in your sleep, hearing you cry the night I left you, I realized how much I loved you and how much you ment to me. I made a promise that'll always find away back to you when I could. I love you, I love you with all my heart but I probably won't ever be good enough for you and I know I don't deserve you but it don't mean I won't ever stop trying. So you have a goodnight Malani!"