The Nine

Chapter 2: Coriana

Now what could possibly get a bitch so mad?

She mad cause I got fans and she don't? My pussy pop severely and hers don't? That I got her nigga and thirty more lined up? Oh yes this baby was mad.

It's funny to me like, tonight was too fucking live. She really got mad over a nigga? Like really girl, a nigga?

I sat on my mattress. I'd been meaning to make my bed up but shit, these sheets could wait another day to get put back on, cause they just gone get dirty again after a sideline came over. But back to Tammy.

I don't want a bitch to ever feel like she could insult me from head to toe, throw a drink on me, and get the fuck away with it; baby I don't fucking get down like that. I will two, six, nine, twelve piece the shit out that ass and never feel sorry for it.

The hoe ain't leave not one mark. Now how you let a bitch get so close to you that she could slap the piss outcha, knock your tracks out, uppercut one of ya homegirls, stick the other one with a two-piece, and still not land one decent punch? Hoe couldn't do nothing with me, that weak ass bitch. I shoulda sparked her worthless ass right then and the fuck there, baby the nine cali stay in my purse.

It's especially funny how she getting mad over Cayman - of all people, Cayman! Dick ain't that good to get mad over like, you can't spell 'your nigga' without 'our nigga' anyway, he's shared meat hun, get over it. And then it's not like I still fucked him anyways, that was a good three, four months ago. But a bitch could be mad, I'm getting good money and good dick each and every day, what I look like caring?

Speaking of niggas, I'm mad Tara drunk ass pulled my black ass out the club before I could leave with two of my latest ones. Two built ass strippers, both looking nice, both with big ass dicks and owee I just know that tongue work official with both of em! They asked me for a threesome, and baby what I look like saying no? I got a number off em both before I left, oh I made sure of that. I'd hit em up another day. But back to Tara: I'm beaucoup heated at the fact that she thought she could call me out my name in a situation like that. I ain't nobodies bitch but my one true nigga's, and I only saw him like once each Thursday.

Shit, tomorrow's Thursday!

Busy busy Coco; Wallace got me down in the studio til a good three o'clock, I gotta see TT, then fuck with my baby, oh and let's never forget hitting up them strippers.

TT hit me up not five minutes after I got deep in my thoughts to ask what happened, so I gave my bitch the rundown. He had to go soon after cause he was getting that work and I guess dude was getting impatient waiting on Tevin to finish up his conversation, but shit, that was TT, messy enough to stop a dickdown in its tracks for some bomb ass tea.

Anyways, Coriana Parks ain't never losing sleep over no hating ass hoe or a used to be ass nigga. I slept like the queen I am and woke up at nine. I checked my phone: fifteen good morning texts, all apparently from my side pieces. Baby, side nigga nation wasn't no joke. I rolled my eyes and got to deleting em all, until I noticed one.

Good mornin mami , hope you got ya business took care of this week cuz today youre all for me (; .

The message was from Arnaud. I smiled big as a bitch. He quick to call me mami even though he know I hate that shit, it's so corny. It's funny the type of relationship we had. We both knew we kept sides out the ass, but we wasn't tripping off none of that. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, humans wasn't built for monogamy, allat. Other people in our lives actually kinda made our relationship work. We was as open as open could get - except for Thursdays; nobody was fucking with him today or I was gone fuck them up extra decent, oh yes.

Then I go to look in my missed calls... and how bout this Tammy bitch playing on my phone?

Just when I had really let her weak ass go. Three blocked calls from right after I got in the house, I don't know how I missed this last night. Couldn't be nobody but Tammy and her crew. Tara not that petty to play on my phone, and if she was she had nuts enough not to pull no star-67 bull. TT was on the phone with me all last night, Deanna left her shit at her house and I don't know how her Snow White ass even got home, and I ain't have beef with nobody else at the moment. Ain't this bout a bitch though? This girl is so petty.