IDENTITY

V.

Tamika was right. I had to get this nipped in the bud ASAP! All night I contemplated as to what I should do. I didn't want to believe it, but the proof was in the pudding. Not to mention, I still owed Mekhai an apology for what I did...

I decided to call him.

"What?" He answered rudely.

"Mekhai please don't be like that. I'm sorry, honestly I am. Can you come by please... I need to talk to you." He agreed.

One thing about Mekhai, he was always a great listener and he always gave great advice. I knew I could always talk to him about anything, no matter what.

He shortly arrived at my home looking delicious. For a moment, the silence was awkward but then I got straight to the point.

"I have a problem." I said distraughtly.

He sarcastically chuckled.

"Seriously Mekhai. I've been-..." I gulped for a moment before I broke the truth to him.

"Seeing another guy? I know. It's obvious, but continue." He said calmly.

That alone took a load off my shoulders. I deep sighed.

"Yes. But he's been lying about who he is... I don't even know if he is who he is."

"What do you mean?" He asked curiously.

I began explaining the situation to him and he was just as weirded-out by it as I was. Like who takes the time of day to make all these people and personalities?

"His name is Faraad. I don't know a last name..."

"Faraad? What's he look like?" Mekhai asked. It seemed like he knew something I didn't.

"He's tall, brown-skinned, I don't think I should go in to detail about anything else." I nervously laughed.

Mekhai rolled his eyes.

"He got a tattoo on both sides of his neck?" My eyes widened.

"Yes? How do you know that?!" I needed answers!

Mekhai bursted out laughing. He was hysterical, only I didn't see anything funny.

"What's funny Mekhai!?" I snapped.

"Man, that clown ass n*gga...  His name is Faraad Anderson. He's been known for flexing for years now. How the fuck did he pull you?" He kept laughing as I caught an instant attitude.

"What? So where did he get these names from? Hassan, LaVon? I'm confused!?" I just didn't understand.

"I don't know. Faraad was always a little weird." Mekhai shrugged.

I was beyond embarressed. I had to figure out a way to put him on blast, some way, some how.

Me and Mekhai's coversation turned to sex as he could see the stress written all across my face. Maybe I should have went with him all along.

The next day at work , I decided to make small talk with the mysterious woman from the other day, just to see what she knew of "Faraad." As I approached her, I noticed she had bruises on her face.

She immediately broke down.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" I asked confusingly consoling her.

"He just- he just keeps beating me." She cried out.

"Who?" I already had an idea.

"My boyfriend Hassan. He's crazy!" She just wouldn't stop crying.

I knew she was talking about Faraad. I couldn't imagine him beating on women because he never struck me as that type, but he lied about his names so I wasn't sure to even trust that.

"I'm sorry, what's your name?" I asked her.

"Melanie." She continued to sob as she tried pulling herself together. I felt so bad.

My whole work day was screwed after that. I had a lot of questions that needed many many answers. I waited until I got home to call him, and I made sure I got Melanie's number on my way out.

"Faraad, I miss you..." I tried to sound cute without the actual disgust in my voice showing.

"I miss you too bae-girl. I'm about to slide on you."

"Bet." I hung up and quickly took a shower, then threw something sexy on.

He finally made his way over, and was so excited to see me. Not even knowing that surprise that I had in store for him... Tonight was going to be a night he'd wish to not remember...

"Hey daddy." I said kissing him softly on his neck.

I led him to my bedroom where we began the foreplay. I then took his phone and turned the camera on...

"Let's make a movie." I said in a horny tone.

He was all for it as he gently began licking me up down and around. As mad as I was with him, it all felt good for the moment. I began going down on him as he jerked my ponytail back and fourth, making his whole body tense up.

"Fuckkk!" He groaned.

I smirked. What he didn't realize was the recording was set up in a group message between Melanie, Ja'Netta, Shakirah, which was the girl from the mall, and myself. I had to include me in it to play it off. I made sure my face wasn't visible to see, only him. Once we were done, I pressed send and deleted the message like it never happened.

He didn't even know the trouble he got himself into...