Taking Out A Player

Chapter 2

Gina POV:

I'm was pissed off for the day.

Like really! Can a girl relax without any problems coming up? It's like the world is coming after me.

My name is Gina. I'm 23. I'm the kind of girl who would like to be pampered. I like jewelry for a gift not a sad little poem. Like really I can't do much with words written on a piece of paper than I could with a pair of diamond earrings.

I know that Jack doesn't have that kind of money for my needs, but I still went with him. He made up in another factor that have me overlook his broke situation.

I know that you wondering why the hell I'm pissed off.

Today, my daddy just called and told me that he was marrying our maid.

I'm not entirely surprised. My daddy and the maid been sneaking around ever since my mom died. I didn't care so much at first because I know my dad was just grieving. Plus, I was doing the same thing with someone else.

After a while, they started being a couple. I didn't think much about it because I thought their relationship wouldn't last. Now they were getting married.

Then, she offered today that I could call her MOM!!!

Please, I only had one mom, and she had died.

The maid think that I'm going to claim her. Ima get her out my damn life and stop this wedding if I have to.

Anyway that was not what put me over the limit.

I was at the salon getting my hair and nails done that same day.

Jack and I had a date tonight, but I doubt that me and him would make it out the front door ...'cos of the way I'm gonna look tonight.

I was getting my nails painted by Maya. Maya is my normal manicurist that I go to regularly. She used to be with my mother until she died. I swear Maya could make magic to my nails.

I was relaxing like I always do when I got a text. It was from Jack.

I thought that maybe that he was going to bail on me again. I was going to cuss his ass out because it takes forever to look good for him. I mean I waste more money to look this good than he could ever make in a year.

I open the message and frown.

Who the hell was this bitch texting my phone? And who the hell do she think she calling a hoe?

This shit got to be a joke. Jack must be playing with me. If he is, then he won't get any from me tonight.

I was about to text back when an unknown number call me.

"Hello," I said.

"So the fucking text was true?" some female voice asked.

I frown. "Who is this?"

"Mariah, Jack's girlfriend. Who the hell are you?"

I stared at my phone. Jack's girlfriend? I am Jack's girlfriend. This bitch gotta be fantasizing about being with him, or she going along with Jack on this prank.

"This got to be a joke," I said while shaking my head.

"No it isn't. Now bitch. You gonna stay away from my man-" Mariah started.

My mouth drop open. She fucking gotta be kidding me. "Who you callin' a bitch, hoe?"

"You. Ya damn slut," she said.

I stared at my phone in disbelief. I can't believe that this bitch have the nerve to call my phone and insult me. Who the hell she think she is?

"Look here bitch. I don't know who you think you are, but you're not gonna call my phone and disrespect me," I said. "Now, I don't have time for your bullshit. Jack and I got a date tonight, so you can go call some other hoe because I'm already pissed off. And if you dare call my phone again, Ima find you and beat your ass."