Page 17 of I Choose You 3

I was in the shower, getting ready to head to K.O.D tonight with my niggas. I wanted to enjoy myself tonight, because this last month has been crazy. Coming home every day to my wife laying in the bed was starting to drive a nigga insane, and you already know she wasn’t givin a nigga any pussy, so that made shit even worse. I’m not even gon’ lie, a few weeks ago I went over to Akira’s house to pick up Tamia, and those lil shorts that Kira was wearing around the house had my ass contemplating on giving her a few rounds, Thank God that I chose to think with my bigger head that day though, and just got my daughter and got my ass the fuck out of there before I did some shit that would fuck up my relationship later on down the road.

I got out the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist, and when I opened the bathroom door my wife was sitting there on the bed looking bad as fuck The way she crossed her legs on the bed, I could see that lil ass waist and her hips spreading as she sat there waiting on me. She was so sexy, even when she wasn’t trying to be. I was still mad as hell at her ass for leaving out the house earlier, not even telling a nigga where she went.

“I see you decided to bring your ass home,” I said, walking over to my dresser to take me out a pair of my polo boxers.

“Where you about to go?” she asked, ignoring my statement.

“Did you tell me where you were going when you left out earlier?” I asked her.

“No because I was mad,” her stubborn ass said, standing up and walking over to where I stood.

“Yeah okay, well I’m about to head to the club with my niggas and them,” I told her, moving her out my way so that I could get to my clothes that I had laid out on the bed.

“Well, I wanna go too,” she said, walking over to the closet to find her something to wear. Just as quick as that thought came to her mind, I quickly dismissed it. Any other night I would have let her go with me, but I wanted to get drunk and high tonight, and I didn’t need her ass in the way fucking up my vibe.

“No you not! You about to stay your ass right here in this house,” I told her.

“Why I can’t go? You going over to the club where you’re stripping ass baby mama work? You trying to go over there and fuck that bitch, that’s why I can’t go?” she accused, getting all in my face.

“Man Tisha, gone on with that,” I said, pushing her down on the bed.

“Well, why I can’t go then?” she asked, pouting her lips and looking just like our daughter when she got mad.

“Cuz I said so, that’s why,” I told her. She thought about it for a while, and then she said something.

“You been complaining about me being locked up in this room, and now when I wanna go out, you tell me no,” she whined. I thought about it, and I figured that maybe she was right. It would feel good to go out with my girl and have some fun like we used to do.

“Alright man, you got an hour to get ready.”

“Oooh yes baby, it’s been so long since I been out,” she said, jumping up on me. I held her with one arm, resting on her ass as she had her arms locked around my neck. It felt good as hell to have the old Tisha back.

I let her down and went to the edge of the bed, and smoked me a blunt while Tisha took her shower. When she came out, I was good and high, and she knew it too. She just shook her head at me and went inside the closet to find something to wear. She came back holding a pair of all black, high waist, skinny jeans, a cut off red shirt, and her spiked red and black Louboutin heels. Another hour later, we were headed out the door. I had different plans. Since it was my girl and I out tonight, I wanted to do something other than the club.

“Baby, where you going, K.O.D isn’t this way,” Tisha said, looking at me like I was crazy.

‘I know baby, change of plans, we going to do something else,” I said.

“You must not want me to run into that bitch you was supposed to meet,” she said, dead ass serious. I burst out laughing because this girl was fucking crazy.

“You the only bitch I got,” I said, kissing her cheek.

“Don’t call me a bitch, Otis,” Tisha said, getting defensive even though I just used it as a figure of speech.

“Alright baby, you know you the only woman I got,” I said.

“If you give my dick away, I will be so upset,” she said, looking me dead in my eyes.

I wonder where the fuck she was getting all this shit from? Never have I cheated on Tisha, and never did I plan on doing it, so why was she being all insecure now?

“And you don’t have to worry about that, now chill with all that insecure shit. You know you the baddest thing walking these streets, so you don’t ever have to question me about cheating on you,” I told her, dead ass serious.

We ended up having a nice dinner at Café Prima Pasta on South Beach together, and that was the first time in a while that I’d seen my baby smile so much. That was the Tisha that I fell in love with; the shit talking Tisha that gave my ass a run for my money every time. I knew we wouldn’t be able to ever bring back our child, but I planned on planting some more seeds in her as soon as she gave me my cue to do so. I was trying to fuck around and have twins with her ass.

Chapter 12: Kyla

“Cevon, what did I say I was going to do if I found out that you fucked that bitch?” I yelled at him as I made my way inside of his studio. I didn’t give a fuck who he had in that bitch, I was about to make a fuckin scene in there. This motha fucka looked me dead in my damn eyes and he fuckin lied. I could see if he told me the shit and I didn’t believe his trifling ass, but when he told me he didn’t fuck that Monica bitch I believed him, because not once did he lose his glare while he was telling me the shit. Normally, I’m up on speed with it comes to Cevon lying to me about shit, but how the fuck did I let that shit slip right through my damn hands like that? I wasn’t even the type to show my ass in public, but I’d been calling his ass back to back for the past 15 minutes and he wasn’t answering his damn phone, so I had no choice but to bring that shit to his place of business.

So earlier, I was at the car wash waiting for the guys to finish washing my car when I spotted Monica sitting off to the side with the same chick I seen her with last time at the mall around back. I could feel that bitch staring a hole through me the whole time. I turned and stared that bitch directly in her face, daring her to say something to me. After a good five minutes and getting tired of playing the staring game, I walked over to see if that bitch had a problem that she needed to address. That ho had no problem letting me know how many times she’d fucked my man. At first I didn’t believe her, but when she described to me the tattoo that he had on his chest of my whole name, I made me believe the bitch. Ain’t no way that hoe was able to explain that tattoo to the tee without fuckin him. She had to be up close and personal to see that shit. She made herself look so fuckin pathetic. You fuckin a man that clearly has a whole bitch at home.

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