A Story To Tell | Book 2

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:::CHERI:::

"...and girl, he proceeded to just cheat on me and I wasn't having that. Once a nigga cheats, chances are, the fool didn't learn his lesson from the last time because you took him back. Now he out there dipping and dabbing in everything because he know he got away with it once, he can do it again. I'm not having that."

My best friend, Tricia said on the other end of my line, talking about her and her now ex-boyfriend as of today. I shook my head with my feet propped up, watching an episode of Maury that I'd recorded from earlier today.

All of this working had me backed up on my gossip and I wasn't used to this shit. Thankfully, Jeremy wanted to keep Cashmere and Jeremih for another day. But I was beginning to feel lost without my noisy little bumpkins. I wanted them back home and I was minutes away from calling Jeremy and demanding him to bring them back. This house was starting to become lonely without them. And to be honest, I missed Jeremy, too. But it was too late for all of that. He was moving on and I needed to be focused on me and my kids. No setbacks! No matter how much the kitty growls for some male attention.

"Girl, I know that's right!" I agreed with her, half-heartedly. "I guess that's why I'm just gonna stay single for the rest of my life. Chy, I already got a daughter and a son and that's all I need. I don't need no man." I say, shaking my head. "The headache!" I scream. "But, sometimes, I do be getting lonely."

"You better get you one of them fuck friends." Tricia laughed.

"I thought about it, but it ain't really nobody worth fucking around here. And I'll be damn if I have to hop out of my bed during late nights to drive somewhere out of town for some dick. I don't think so. I rather waste my gas on family time than dick." I object.

"Shit, have that nigga come to you."

"I don't know about all that. I have kids. I don't want them waking up in the middle of the night and finding another nigga up in bed with me that ain't their daddy. That's just trifling." I scratch my scalp. "Cash already almost had one of her little episodes when her daddy told her he might not be coming back home. She won't even come have mommy time with me no more. She tries to spend all of her time with her daddy." I roll my eyes and cross my legs.

"Yea, I heard about him being all around town with that hoe Tacoia. He might think he don found him a dime piece, but he ain't found shit but hot coal. Watch! He ain't figured it out yet, but when he do, he'll regret messing around with her." I roll my eyes at the thought.

"I already have to work with her ass, I don't wanna hear her name outside of work. So she fucking my ex? What she want, a gift certificate?" I roll my eyes just thinking about how she just keeps on trying me at work, making shit difficult for me. But I'm not going to give her the satisfactory. She got all she got when she had that water thrown in her face. Should've been the glass, too. "I should have thrown that glass in her face, too." I complain.

"Girl, you did the right thing. The bitch was thirsty and you quenched her thirst. With her thirsty ass. She always gotta fuck with other people's man. I bet she can't even tell you where she got her last STD from." I burst out into a laughter and shook my head.

"Girl, you crazy!" I say just before hearing my doorbell ring.

I sat up on the sofa as the light to the front porch had automatically clicked on at the doorbell. I told Jeremy not to have that stupid automatic light put on. It makes people think I'm home when I don't wanna be but it was something he insisted on having.

"Trice, hold on. Somebody at the door." I say to her before putting my phone on the seat of the sofa and standing up and pulling my hair from out of the ponytail it was just in.