Page 12 of A King’s Obsession

And there she was.

My mama.

Ass up, face down, getting fucked without a care in the world.

For a second, my brain refused to process what I was looking at. I stood frozen in the doorway, trying to understand why this was something God had decided my eyes needed to see. Of all the things I'd expected to walk into tonight, my mama's bare ass pointed toward the ceiling hadn't been one of them.

Then I noticed the man behind her.

My gaze dropped to the clothes scattered across the floor. Black jeans, a white T-shirt, and a pair of shoes that looked painfully familiar.

I knew those fucking shoes.

My stomach dropped before my brain could catch up.

Then he lifted his head.

Montae.

My fucking nigga was balls deep in my mama's pussy.

The same motherfucker who was supposed to pick me up from work tonight.

For several seconds, nobody moved. Montae stared at me like somebody had snatched his soul clean out of his body, while Mama twisted around as far as her position allowed. Meanwhile, I stood in the doorway wondering what kind of fucked-up episode of *Maury* I'd just walked into.

Ashlynn's voice sounded distant through my phone.

“Jru? Bitch, what happened? Why you ain't saying nothing?”

I slowly lifted the phone closer to my mouth, still staring at the two people who had apparently lost their fucking minds.

“Ashlynn,” I began, my voice frighteningly calm, “this bitch is in here ass up, face down getting fucked by my nigga while we finna be homeless.”

“WHAT?!” Ashlynn screamed so loudly I had to pull the phone away from my ear.

Mama's head snapped toward me. “Who the hell you calling a bitch?”

My mouth fell open.

Out of everything I'd just said, THAT was what bothered her?

I raised the electric notice that was still clutched in my hand and pointed it directly at her.

“BITCH, YOU!”

Montae scrambled off the bed so fast he nearly tripped over his own pants. He grabbed his boxers from the floor, looking everywhere except directly at me.

“Jru, listen—”

“Listen to WHAT?” I screamed, taking a step into the bedroom. “You couldn't pick me up from work because you was too busy fucking my mama?!”

Ashlynn screamed again through the phone, and somewhere in the middle of all the chaos, Mama snatched the sheet around her body while Montae started stammering about how things weren't what they looked like.

That nearly sent me into cardiac arrest.

I threw the eviction notice at him.

“Her ass was facing the ceiling while you was balls deep in her wrinkled pussy! WHAT ELSE COULD IT BE, NIGGA?”