Page 26 of Turned Out by His Hood Mentality 1

“Her name is Lauren. That’s my girl. She’s ten, just like me. She only lives with her mama. Her mama is cool, though. I talked to her a couple of times on the phone,” he said, all nonchalant like it was no big thing.

“I’m telling Billion when he gets here,” I told him because I’d just talked to his father in a text message, and he told me that he was coming over.

Lil Bill still laughed because he probably knew that his father wasn’t going to do shit but encourage this mess. This was my baby. I didn’t want no girlfriend coming

in the picture. The shit kind of made me feel a little emotional as I took a seat at the foot of the bed and watched my little grown man maneuver around the room, getting what he needed for his bath. He was slowly growing into a man, and I didn’t like it.

I felt a tear fall from my eye, but I quickly wiped it away because I knew how much my son couldn’t stand to see me crying. It felt like just yesterday I was pushing him out of me, and Billion was standing on the side of the hospital bed, coaching me to push. I remember holding onto his hands for dear life as contraction after contraction ripped through my body. My mama stood in front with her video camera, recording the whole thing. My birth was definitely a show, you hear me? I showed my ass in that hospital room, and this little boy that I loved so much caused me so much pain on the day he made his arrival.

“Ma, come on! Don’t start that. You do this every timeeeeeeee. You a cry baby, man,” he joked before coming over and using his hand to wipe my face. He wiped my face all rough like he was pissed that I was crying.

“Boy, hush! Go bathe,” I said and quickly stood up because I didn’t want him to see me still crying. I was hard all damn day, but when it came to my child, I was soft as a fuckin’ pillow.

My son and I had already eaten dinner, and the kitchen was clean. His clothes and everything was already laid out for him in the morning, so I could pretty much chill out for the rest of the night until it was time for me to soak in the tub with my wine. The second I walked into my big master bedroom and sat on the ottoman, I heard my phone ringing on the nightstand.

I quickly walked over and smiled when I saw that it was my cousin, Roheem. Roheem was definitely one of the girls, and if you tell him otherwise, he’ll be highly offended and ready to fight. Although we were cousins, I felt like he was my brother. We were the same age, with him just one month younger than me. Yes, my mother and my aunt were pregnant at the same time. I anxiously answered the phone for him because I knew that whenever he called, he was calling with some tea.

“Hey, girllll,” I answered the phone and then flopped down on my bed.

“Girllllll, Mr. Big Dick is definitely in the building. Cousin, I love you dearly, but he’s here with a bitch, and that hoe is badddddd. Them pretty ass eyes on that bitch, she’ll make my gay ass reconsider. She little as fuck, so you don’t have to worry about sis body being better than yours, but everything else Queen, you running neck and neck with this hoe,” Roheem said, doing the most as he boasted about the bitch who none other than my baby daddy was there with.

Mr. Big Dick is what he called Billion because I used to share my sex stories with my cousin about what went down in the bedroom, the car, the laundry room, the public bathroom, shit, the kitchen, or wherever we would get it in. If Billion knew that Roheem was calling him Mr. Big Dick, there is no doubt in my mind that he would kill my cousin.

“She’s probably just a fuck. Which job are you at tonight? I’ll be able to tell what her position is in his life by where they’re at. Are you at Donna’s, or are you working in the kitchen at Houston’s tonight?” I questioned, knowing that my cousin worked two jobs.

Roheem was also in culinary school with dreams of becoming a chef. My cousin could cook his ass off, and he was flyer than any bitch I knew. When he came out of those work clothes and his school uniform, he served looks damn near better than me. Dressing and cooking were always things that he had been good at. Back when we were younger, he was always mixing different foods together, and each time, it would be a hit. I kid you not, at ten years old, my cousin was standing over the stove, frying chicken.

In all honesty, I was proud to have a cousin like Roheem. The bitches loved him, so at times, I felt like I was in competition for his time because he knew so many people. Although he knew how to fuckin’ work my nerves every chance he got, I wouldn’t trade him to save the world.

“I’m working Donna’s tonight, but Queen, you know that don’t mean nothing. These niggas will take wifey to McDonald’s these days because you know ain’t nobody ever going to be too good to eat from off the dollar menu. Now, I don’t know if sis got her own money, but Ms. Thang is dripping, you hear me. I can see the fuckin’ Rolex from where I’m standing. Don’t even get me started on this bad ass Celine purse that’s on her shoulders,” he kept going.

Roheem’s voice was naturally soft. He wasn’t one of those gay men who had to fake a voice all day. My cousin had so many feminine features that I really believed he was meant to be a girl. Beautiful, dark skin ran in my family, so he was blessed with the same chocolate skin tone as me. Roheem was skinny, but at the same time, his body was slim/thick. He had a cute lil frame on him, although he wasn’t one of those gays who dressed up like a girl, wearing make-up and weaves. He actually rocked his waves, which were the best I had ever seen on a man. My cousin had no facial hair or anything, and although he dressed like a boy, he still threw a little spice in it as well.

I’ll be the first one to say that the niggas loved his ass… well, the gay niggas and the undercover niggas. His relationship stories were funny as fuck, and whenever I needed a good laugh, I just went to him.

“Take a picture of her and send it to me,” I told him.

He laughed when I said that.

“Bitch! What happened to ‘fuck billion’? I thought you didn’t care what the nigga was doing,” Roheem said, really not making the situation any better.

“That’s called just talking shit! Something that you should very much know all about! He taking this bitch to get something to eat, then he’s obviously feeling her. That man loves money so much that he ain’t about to stop working for a meal. If anything, he’ll just order the shit and have it delivered. For a bitch to have him missing out on money, then cousin, it’s big. I know her? Do she look like somebody we know?” I questioned.

“Look at you, explaining your baby daddy to the T,” he said, trying to be funny, but I didn’t laugh.

This was a serious matter to me.

“Bitch, I know her or not?” I questioned.

He laughed again like the shit was funny.

“I ain’t never seen her before. Ooooh, girl. Oh, shit!” He let out in a loud squeal.

“What? What happened?” I questioned, wanting to know what he was seeing.

“Girl, they about to fuck in the damn restaurant. Girlllll, look at Mr. Big Dick! They kissing,” he told me, shattering my heart.

I knew this nigga. I was with Billion for months before he put his mouth on me. He took that trust shit so seriously. When we got together, I had to really prove that I was for him and only for him. Once it clicked, that’s when he started kissing me, sucking the soul out of my pussy and everything... my ass too. It took months to lead up to that shit, though. Billion had only been home for a damn week, and I knew this had to have been a new bitch.

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