Page 104 of Own It

“You can hang with Divine, but then I want you to go and for good.”

“Huh?” I paused halfway toward my daughter. “For good? Fuck is you trying to say, K?”

“I’m done with you. I told you this was the last chance you had, and you blew it. You think every woman is the same, willing to allow you to do whatever it is you desire because you look a certain way and have money, but not me.”

Frowning, I asked, “Fuck is you talking about? I didn’t fuck that bitch! I slept⁠—”

“Bad word, Daddy!” Divine shouted.

“I’m sorry, baby girl.” I forced a smile for her. “Go cook me some food, please.”

“Okay, what you want?” she inquired, making a genuine smile appear on my face.

“Steak and eggs.” I fixed my sagging jeans.

“Juice?”

“Yes.” I bobbed my head before turning back to her mother after making sure Divine ran off. “I didn’t fuck her, baby⁠—”

“You did and you have been,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“That bitch is lying. I was sleep and not because she put me there,” I explained.

Kasia cocked her head, seemingly reading my face, and I got nervous as if she were some human fucking lie detector.

“Maybe not that time, but you’ve been fucking her, Jojo.”

“How the fuck you figure!”

“Because I found a condom wrapper in the door of your car, stupid!” she roared, tears formulating in her eyes.

Though Tarin was my baby mama, I never fucked her raw anymore—only Kasia, which Kasia was privy to.

“Baby—”

“No.” She moved strategically from my attempt to grab her. “You lied, didn’t you? You never stopped fucking her!” She swept away the tears now flooding her pretty chocolate face.

“Kasia.”

“Fuck you.” She switched past me, and I took a moment to gather some composure before going inside to play with my daughter.

“Steak and eggs, Daddy!” Divine beamed.

“Where my juice?” I jokingly frowned, shutting the front door as I scoped the area for Kasia.

Realizing she’d gone to her room or somewhere in the back of the house, I sat down and focused on my baby girl.

I kicked it and played with Divine all the way until it was time for her to have a bath. She begged me to stay to read her a story, but Kasia told me to go, so I did.

I was about to head to my own spot but made a detour so I could pay Tarin’s ass a visit for being fucking messy. Shit was low-key my own fault for telling Tarin that I was trying to pursue a serious, monogamous relationship with Kasia. I should’ve known that shit wouldn’t sit right with her, and she’d do whatever to jeopardize it.

Shit had been that way since the moment I started fucking with her. Tarin made it a point to try to run off any bitch I was fucking with, and normally, these hos didn’t give a fuck about a crazy ass baby mama. They would leave from arguing with her at the store to riding my dick. Not Kasia.

I’d never been the type of nigga to lie to females or make them believe shit that wasn’t true until her. Usually, if a bitch couldn’t fuck with the fact that I was smashing different females, including my loudmouth baby mama, then I’d be done with her, but I couldn’t with Kasia.

Upon meeting her ass, the lying ass Josias was born. It was the only way I could get any of her fucking time, even now while we had a child. She wasn’t like Tarin, who made a nigga a priority and gave me unlimited access, no matter what, because I was her child’s father. Kasia didn’t give a fuck about any of that, so even after she birthed Divine, I still had to play this role.

Pulling up to the crib I’d purchased for Tarin in Lakewood, I parked alongside the curb. This neighborhood was quiet, not too much going on, and I loved that it was ample parking no matter what time you rolled through here. Even better, the school district was amazing, so there was no better place to put my baby mama and kids up at.