As I looked down and stared into this nigga's eyes, I could tell he was about to lie before he even opened his mouth. "Where you been, Cortez?" "Man, go on with that shit," he said as he wrapped his hands around my waist. "Naw, fuck that!" "Why you want to do this...now?" he asked looking down as his dick stood at attention, "I didn't come over here for all this." "What you come over here for then?" I asked rolling my eyes. "You already know," he said pulling me down, placing a soft kiss on my lips, "Stop acting like you don't want a nigga." His kiss tasted like swisher sweets. "Where were you, Cortez?" I repeated. I refused to let him win...not again. "With Remy and 'nem," he said as he placed his arms behind his head, "Anymore questions?" "Yeah, what the fuck is this shit then?" I asked shoving my phone in his face. "I-I-I," he stuttered. "You what?" "Man, here you go." "So you still fucking her, Tez?" I yelled. "Katrina, you tripping. That bitch is old news, and you already know that." "Shit, I can't tell."
It had only been a few weeks since we had moved in our new apartment after being together for over two years, and already, he was back on his bullshit. Cortez and hoes went together like Merry and Christmas, but he promised that now would be different, that we finally had a fresh start. I should have known his bitch-ass was lying 'cause here was this hoe Eboni again. If it wasn't his bunk-ass baby mama Princess in my inbox, it was some straggler letting me know how bomb my man's dick was. Shit, I knew...why you think I was with him in the first place? This time was different though. This light-skinned rat with turquoise hair, a tongue ring, and a phat-ass had the nerve to send me a DM of a picture with her wearing this nigga's chain flexing. I knew he was gon' try to lie his way out of this one, but his ass was caught...again. I decided to entertain the fuckery anyway though. "So you just gon' believe any hoe out here wearing a chain? You gotta be smarter than that, Katrina." "A chain? A chain? The shit says 'Tez'," I screamed. "Man, that could be anybody out here," he said avoiding eye contact. "You sound stupid as fuck." Just as I was about to hop off him, he forced me back down. "Alright, yeah, that's my shit..." Finally, I thought. "...but I don't know how the bitch got it, and that's on mamas. She could've gotten that picture off my page or something. You know a nigga stay posting. It's clearly photoshopped, Katrina." This nigga must've thought I was dummy of the fucking year 'cause he was really trying me. "So you're telling me that out of all the niggas out here, this bitch went to your page to steal a picture, and then photoshopped your chain on her body with her titties all out?" "Man, these hoes be crazy out here, blood. You'd be surprised." All I could do was laugh. "What the fuck is so funny?" he asked scrunching up his face. "...nigga, you," I said continuing to laugh my ass off. "Let me in on the joke then." His wish was my command. Enough was finally enough already. As I scrolled through my messages, I found exactly what I was looking for and pressed 'Play'. There he was at this hoe's house getting sucked, fucked, and everything in between. Tez was a freak like that, so I wasn't really surprised. "Man, what...ya'll hoes call yourself tryna catch me up?" I could tell that he was getting mad, but I didn't give a fuck. I was about to hit this nigga where it really hurt. "So you really still fucking this bitch?" "You obviously have your answer." "Why lie though?" "Cause I didn't want to hurt you, but to keep it all the way solid, that's old." Tez couldn't tell the truth even if his life depended on it. "You know what though? I'm not even mad," I smiled. "What?" "This shit has been going on for a while, and as much as I prayed that things would change, I finally realized that you can't. Hoe is really life for you. I'm cool." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Being that you are incapable of keeping your dick in your pants, I'm cool off you." "Yeah, okay," he laughed, "I know you ain't gon' let these lil' boppas have you shook like this. You're better than that, Katrina." "Oh, I know...that's why I'm done." "You're mad...I get it, but don't start talking crazy. You're not going anywhere," he laughed again. "I'm fucking Tae," I blurted out, knocking that smug look right off his face. "Tae who?" he asked, knowing full well which one, "I know you not talking about my nigga Tae." I remained quiet. As much as I hated to love him, I truly wanted to hurt him like he had hurt me. Shots fired! "So you out here like that, huh?" he asked, looking at me in disgust, "I'ma kill that nigga when I see him." "For what? This shit's been dead." I knew it, and he knew it. It was time for me to move on, and despite Tae being Tez's best friend, he made it that much easier. I didn't feel bad at all. "What's been dead?" "Us," I said pointing my fingers like a gun towards his mouth. BOW! "But this time, there's no turning back."
To Be Continued...
