She had showered and was trying to slip on some shit so she could dressed at Blessyn’s house but she wasn’t going to make it on time.
“Why you can’t be with me? I killed that bitch for us. For our daughter.”
“No, you killed that hoe because you felt guilty. It had nothing to do with me. I don’t want to talk about my baby.”
“Why do you avoid talking about her like she never existed? She was here in the flesh. That’s some shit we can’t change but you going on with your fucking life like my baby wasn’t here. All this hot girl shit you on need to come to an end. You’re a mother now.”
“Who fucking mama?” She stopped in her tracks to look at me.
“My daughter.”
“News flash, that is not my daughter and she never will be. I love the hell out of her but she will never replace Heaven no matter how much you try to put her in that place.”
“What? That is not what I’m doing.” I reached out and grabbed her. “Nobody will replace our daughter and that ain’t what I’m trying to do but my daughter loves you and she needs you. I understand how you get your money. If I’m willing to give up shit to be with you, you gotta do the same shit.”
“I asked you to give up the streets for us but we both know you’re not going to do that. It’s all you know.”
“I’ll do whatever I gotta do to be with you.” I kissed her neck. “Shit, I’ll do whatever you want me to do just to be with you.” I slipped my hand in her panties and spread her pussy lips with my fingers. “I need you to call that nigga and tell him you won’t make it.”
“Perc,” she whined.
“Do it or I’mma stop and we both know you don’t want me to.”
“Okay…okay but please don’t stop.”
The little panties she had on got ripped off and threw across the room as I scooped her ass up and flipped her over so I could eat her pussy from the back. For months I was ready to get home to her just to do this. There was nothing in the world that was going to keep me from being with Merci. If anybody got in my way, I wasn’t responsible for what I might do.
“You think you slick wearing that thin ass outfit,” Merci curled my hair.
“Now earlier you said I dressed like a grandma and now my shit too thin. Like what the fuck you want me to do?”
“You trying to get your baby daddy attention?”
“No but I do plan on getting someone’s attention. Stop questioning me anyway after you done fucked Perc and think you still gon’ be able to go on this trip tomorrow.”
“I am too, watch.”
“Let me go ahead and get my black dress now ‘cause you dead as soon as your feet touch that ground on Wednesday.”
I let her finish curling my hair before I really took a look at my outfit. I was feeling my one piece but I did feel like I wasshowing a bit much. Now I was feeling like I was turning into to the side of me that I’ve hid for years. Walking into my closet, I pulled a pair of high-rise jeans from a hanger and a body suit that still had the tag on it.
“Fuck you doing?” Merci asked with her face frowned up.
“I don’t feel right. Like this is too revealing.” I turned around to see my ass eating the black undergarments I had put on.
“Blessyn, you look good as fuck. You just not used to having all that body my nephew gave you this go around. It’s cute and don’t change it.”
“You sure.”
“Bitch, don’t change that outfit.”
I checked my phone multiple times before we left the house to ensure I didn’t have any threatening messages before we left the house. Grabbing my chained Chanel purse, I placed my phone and ID in there. Merci promised to be on her best behavior tonight so I let her drive instead of driving my own car. She wasn’t drinking since she was catching a flight out early. The line was long when we got there but we had special access to get in early due to Lucky buying out majority of the club.
It felt good to see so many of my clients in the club. I had men stuffing money in my hand telling me congratulations and how they were ready for me to come back to work. My son was old enough for me to go back now but Lucky was still being an asshole about me being in the shop by myself. He still hadn’t caught up with whoever the niggas were that robbed me but I was ready to get back to what I loved.
“When are you bringing yo back to work? You know I can’t let a muthafucka touch my head but you baby,” Capone, one of my top clients asked. He was looking a little rough but he was still fine.
“I’ll be back soon. My baby keeps me busy.”