Page 49 of Maybe I’m the Problem

“I don’t know what nigga hurt you but it’s some solid niggas out there.”

“Nigga, you need to be the last one talking to me about being solid. Wasn’t you just laid up with your old bitch?”

“Yep, the same bitch that’s sticking by her nigga side that you were sucking and fucking.”

I nervously giggled. Trey wasn’t dumb and Savannah saw Law and I together a few times before he got back with Summer.

“Yea, you didn’t think I knew about that. You a fool if you think you’ll ever add up to Summer. She a real one, and I fucked that up big time. Leave they shit alone before someone gets hurt.”

“Why is everybody coming for me. Tell him that shit.”

“Nah, I’m telling your ass because you’re my sister and I’ve seen how you move. If that nigga comes at you, you got the power to walk the fuck away. You never had anybody talk to your ass like this, but I’m dead ass serious about this shit. I know Summer better than her nigga does. She’ll hurt you if she has to.”

“Okay, Trey! You can let yourself out so I can go on about my day. I do have businesses to run.”

“That’s why you’ll never have a nigga. You a money hungry bitch,” he said before slamming my door.

I sat behind my tint waiting for Heavy’s wife to leave the house with their child. Her ass was sitting phat in a pair of ripped-up jeans. She had her Gucci slides on with a big pair of shades. As she loaded her child up in the all-black Escalade, I watched Heavy look around until he noticed me parked across the street. We made eye contact before he focused back on his family.

I waited until he texted me before I exited out of my car with nothing on under my long jacket. It’s what Heavy preferred. It was supposed to be quick. This was my first time at his house he shared with his wife. We usually met up at his apartment but he said he needs some excitement in his life. He had just argued with his wife and she was going to spend some time with her mama to give them some space.

This is what my life had become. At first, it was nice, but as Heavy placed kisses all over my neck as he unbuttoned my jacket, I understood that I wanted more. I wanted Law, and he didn’t want me. My mind was not here; it was on Law and the jar that I hid in my closet. As soon as I left here, I was going back to that bitch that made that jar and tell her the shit wasn’t working fast enough.

“Shit!” Heavy said as he pushed me towards a closet.

“What the fuck you doing.”

“Bitch shut the fuck up and get your ass in the closet. Don’t say shit.”

I was daydreaming so bad that I didn’t hear his wife pull back up. This nigga had me in a small ass closet towel closet in their bathroom. I was Pinkie Rose. I don’t hide from anyone. The sound of her voice calling his name slowed my breathing down.

“You didn’t hear your phone? I called you,” his wife said.

“Shit, I was in the bathroom. I didn’t hear it.”

“I left my purse.”

There was silence for a brief moment before I heard a big thud.

“Who fucking shoes are these?”

“I don’t know. They ain’t yours?”

“Nigga, you know damn well my foot ain’t this big. What big foot bitch you got in my house?”

“Ain’t nobody in here.”

“Tell that bigfoot bitch to come out of hiding, Heavy.”

“Ain’t nobody here.”

“Heavy, I’m going to count to five, and that bitch better come on out here and face me. If she’s brave enough to come in my shit, she should be brave enough to face me.”

I had had enough, I walked out of the closet and into their bedroom with my flat stomach and perky breasts showing from my jacket.

“Here I am bitch!” I taunted.

She laughed, “This bitch?”