Fair warning yall: Things gone be a lil crazy somewhere along the line lol so do not and I repeat not get no attitude with me. It's ENTERTAINMENT ONLY.
"We opened up a cold case love." - Rihanna
JESSICA
"Me and Mr. Wrong get along so good, even though he breaks my heart so bad." I sing along to Mary J. Blige's song Mr. Wrong as I cook breakfast for the kids and Ant. It's almost five in the morning so I have to hurry up and finish cooking. I wake them up at five so they have time to eat and get ready since they have to be at school by seven.
Ant walks in the kitchen. "Good morning." he sleepily says, hugging me from behind while I finish scrambling the eggs. I turn my head then peck his lips. "Good morning." I say, trying not to blush. Last night Ant put me in my damn place. He chuckles, watching me turn the stove off. "What's funny?" I ask as I walk to the refrigerator to get some orange juice. "Nothin'. I got you blushing and walking funny. Daddy gave you that act right, huh?" he asks, humping the air. I start laughing. "About time. Don't flatter yourself." I joke.
He laughs. "So, after the kids go to school and all that, what you wanna do? My momma and dad want Amari for the day so it's just gone be me and you." he says. I shrug my shoulders. "Doesn't matter. I'm sore though." I admit, wrapping my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist, staring down at my face, smirking. "What?" I mumble, smiling. He laughs a little. "Give me a kiss." he says, barely above a whisper. "Oh, God, here comes the puddle. Ant, quit talking like that. You know that turns me on." I say, making him laugh.
"For real, give me a kiss." he says. I stand on my toes then kiss him. He pulls me closer then deepens our kiss. "I'm utterly disgusted." Vonte says, walking into our kitchen with no shirt on and a big, red cowboy hat on.
"Where the hell you come from?" Ant and I ask at the same time. "Nigga, Reign let me in last night while yall was up there fucking. Ooh, ahh, right there, Jessica, fuck, Jessica. Ant, she had you moaning like you was the one getting dicked down." Vonte jokes, making me laugh. I know my pussy game is cold as hell.
Ant smacks his lips. "What the hell do you got on?" Ant asks. "This is a cowboy hat, these are my gym shorts, and these are my cowboy boots. Anymore questions?" he asks. I shake my head. "Vonte, you got problems. I'm surprised you ain't high right now." I say. He starts smiling like an idiot. "Why you smiling at her like that?" Ant awkwardly asks. "Bruh... I don't even know. But Ant, we got business to handle today. Gotta go to the trap, nigga." he says. "Are you serious? We were supposed to spend time together." I say. "Business come first, Jessica, you know how that go. Do not start." Ant says.
"Whatever." I say. "Nigga, it's supposed to be God, family, and money." Vonte says, looking at him crazy. "I know that, Vonte. I wasn't even saying it like that. I'm just saying, Jessica I'm sure you enjoy the lifestyle I provide doing what I do so you shouldn't complain cause you don't complain when you ballin' the fuck out." Ant says.
"Excuse me? Ant, you and I both know how much money we sitting on. Our great great great grandkids and their kids will be set for life and you know that. We got all this legal money stacking by the day, Ant. You just don't wanna give up the fast life, that's it. Cause we damn sure ain't hurting for money. You just enjoy it." I say. "Bruh, we built this fuckin' empire from the ground up once it went down with my dad and I'll be damned if I just give it away cause you complaining." he says. "You are thirty seven years old with kids and a wife, you're set for life. So, what reason do you have to still do what you doing?" I ask. "I'm a big boss, Jessica, you know how that shit go." he groans. "Whatever. You shouldn't put that shit before me and the kids, I know that much. Next time, don't make no fucking plans with me if you don't plan on doing what you say you gone do. Fuck out my face, go wake the kids up." I say.
