#innocenceff

I don't know why I was being selfish...actually I do, a nigga had temptation surrounded all around him, making me realize that I wasn't a good man toward Bri. She held it down, but I went on about my business and fucked around on her. It's crazy how we realize this after the fact, our fuck ups..if Bri doesn't want to be with me anymore, then I'll leave her be because we both still have some maturing to do, more so on my end. I let the fame get to me, thinking I was big shit once my bank account skyrocketed..that's when females started noticing me, and I took it letting them come between me and Brianna.

BUT... I don't want to give up on her, I cant let go of Bri because I'm selfish, and only want her..but this selfish love isn't gon do us any good. I guess I just gotta change my ways, and prove to Bri that I can be a better man for her.

iMessage to Baby Bri  - can we talk?

Chris

Pivot right. Pivot left. Bounce back, shoot. A clean two-pointer. 

I was working with my basketball trainer, getting shit ready for this upcoming season. I wouldn’t be starting, but there’s nothing wrong with training, perfecting my craft. Every basketball player and athlete should know what I’m talking about after an injury; we want to get back on our stomping grounds and do better than our last. As for me, I want to do better. Shit, having Tylia as my physical therapist and in my life has taught me patience, she didn’t baby me or treat me different, she put in work..both ways..but that’s not the point, she got me to think bigger and helped me not give up.

“Alright, let’s call it a day, Chris.” Frank, my trainer, said blowing the whistle. “Great work today, man. The way you’re progressing, you might just be able to play a couple games.” He patted my shoulder. I raised a brow, surprised to hear that.

“Real shit?” I questioned, he nodded his head, chuckling. “Thanks, man. You was really out here pushin me too, look how that went.” I cheesed. We talked a bit more before parting ways. I couldn’t wait to tell Tylia the good news, baby is gon be just as happy as I am.

Grabbing my gym bag, water bottle and towel off the bench, I saluted the other men in the training gym before walking out. Once I get home a shower is gon be the first thing I do, then talk to Ty. She wouldn’t be home till another 30 minutes anyway.

Brushing down the little hair i had, i looked at myself in the mirror, as if i was that nigga. Who am I kidding? I am THAT nigga, chuckling to myself i realized i need to cut it out. Tylia would be saying ‘that’s ugly..humble yourself, baby’ all the while a smirk would be on her face. That’s my baby tho, she gets a pass. Shit, we both mess around with each other like that, it keeps the relationship alive.

“Okay..why you smiling like a creep at yourself in the mirror?” Tylia’s voice interrupted my thoughts, a smirk on her face. What I tell y’all?

“I was thinking bout you, that’s why.” I chortled, turning around and leaning against the counter, her walking over to me and planting her hands onto my shoulders, trailing them to the back of my neck. “You miss me?” I asked, licking the corner of my lip, planting my hands onto her waist.

She playfully rolled her eyes, “Uh huh. I did, you miss me?” She threw back, standing on her tiptoes, placing a kiss onto my chin. I told her that i did, her smile growing. “How was training?” She perked, removing herself from our embrace and walking into the room.

“It was great, baby. Frank was sayin I might be able to play. Ya boy is getting better.” I popped my imaginary collar, and sat on the ottoman at the bottom of our bed. “How was your day?” 

“That’s fantastic news, Chris. I’m so so so soooo proud of you. I told you, with patience, you’ll get there.” She closed one of her drawers, and sat on her side of the bed. She blew out a breath. “It was eventful..Bri is going wild cause Odell texted her asking if they can meet up or whatever, she doesn’t want to go.” She chortled, I shook my head.

“We both know how stubborn she is..” I trailed off, laughing. Them two are something else, i really don’t know the full story, but the Odell better fix what ever he fucked up..if it’s even worth fixing.

Brianna

Dumb nigga. 

That’s what Odell is. I don’t want to talk to him, there isn’t really shit to discuss. He messed up, he needs to own that bitch and carry it on his own. I will not put up with the disrespect, he’s already done that behind my back, what makes y’all think I’ll deal with it now? I’ll always have that question in the back of my mind if he’s messing around, IF we ever do get back together..which at this rate, isn’t even an option.

“You wanted to talk..so speak.” I sat across from him, we were in a public setting. Good choice on his end, I’ll still cut up if i have to. He needs to understand that. Sliding the glass of water towards me, i sipped from the straw.

“Bri..anna,” He said my whole name due to the look I gave him. “I know sorry isn’t gon fix what I did, but I’m genuinely sorry for hurting you. I don’t know what I was thinking, aight?” He blew out a breath. I was far from hurt, he had it wrong.

I let out a bitter chuckle. “Hurt? That’s what you think I am? Nigga...” I trailed off, closing my eyes and getting my barrens together, i will not let this man effect my emotions. “I was embarrassed, Odell. You embarrassed me. I bring you around my family, you smiling in their faces, and you out here fucking around. So no, I’m not hurt, I’m embarrassed that you had me looking stupid.” I fumed, my voice not too loud as there was other people around, but honestly it didn’t even matter. 

He slid a hand down his face, scratching at his beard. He needs to dye his hair, this shit is looking like soggy ass ramen noodles. Who told him that it was okay to be out here like this?

“Could we at least work on us...start over, maybe a friendship? I know a relationship or whatever ain’t what you want right now..but i need you, Bri. You held me down for so long, so right now can i just have you as a friend..” 

Have me? What the fuck? I ain’t no damn property.

“I’m not some type of property, object.” I spat, causing him to huff.

“I didn’t mean it like that...but forreal, can we just be friends?” He asked again. 

00 | Lost of Innocence

01 | Trainer & The Trainee

02 | Lunch Dates & Surprises

03 | All Eyes On Me part 1 , part 2

04 | Girl, You Quiet. Lemme Change That

05 | Pool Parties & Bullshit?

06 | Untold Secrets

07 | Let It All Out

08 | He Likes You, and You Like Him

09 | Bed Of Lies

10 | Cloud 9

11 | Wait. Who’s Back?

12 | Damn, Already?

13 | Surprises Within a Surprise

14 | Rewind. Slow Down. Did We?

15 | You Again

16 | Body Froze Against His Touch

17 | X’s & O’s

18 | Mama Knows

19 | Save Me - Tylia’s Interlude

20 | The Need To Know

21 | The Pessimist

22 | Save Me - Chris’ Interlude

23 | The Crying Game

24 | Better Days

25 | Show Me Something

26 | Complete

27 | Lady In A Glass Dress

28 | True Colors

29 | We Could Be Better

30 | Promises

Short | Impatient

31 | Right My Wrongs

“You ready, baby?” Chris came into my room, plopping down onto my bed. I looked at him to see him clad in denim jeans, simple white tee with a big black stripe over his pecks, and all white Jordan’s. Even if he dressed simple, he always made it sexy. That was Chris for you though.

“Yeah, lemme just handle my business and we can go.” I pecked his lips, letting his hands linger on my waist for a bit before I pulled away. He makes me so giddy inside, and I love it! He brought out a new person within me, and I’m forever grateful for that. “I love you.” I smiled, walking backwards and towards the bathroom.

He sent me a sheepish smile before replying, “I love you more, baby.” I felt my heart just swell at his words. I’m glad to say that I got the feeling of acceptance from a significant other. Blowing him a kiss, I walked into the bathroom and went pee. Drinking too much lemonade will have that happen.

“Alright, now I’m readyyyy!” I shouted out in a sing-song manner as I washed my hands, soon turning off the faucet and drying my hands off with the hand towel.

“Aiight, I’m gon take your bags down to the car.” Chris informed, I gave an ‘okay’, as I walked into my room grabbing my small purse off the bed, and phone off the dresser. I already know this trip is gonna be relaxing for us both.

Walking hand in hand on the beach, Chris had took us away to Maldives. It was peaceful, something that we both needed. The breeze was coming in, which wasn’t too cold, it was around eight at night now. I took the time to really enjoy the silence between us, focusing on how far we have come as both a couple and friends. I honestly am thankful for this man, he helped me love myself a little more due to the incident. He made me realize that I can’t keep holding onto that hurt because it wasn’t doing no good, all it did was bring negative thoughts to myself. I’m just happy that he sees me beyond my flaws.

“What you thinkin about, beautiful?” Chris questioned, folding his arms over my shoulders, leaning his head down near my ear.

“You.” I smiled, lifting one of my hands to hold onto his.

“Me?” He asked, but I heard the smirk in his voice. Nodding my head, I bit into my cheek, to stop from my smile growing. “What about me?” He bit onto my earlobe.

“How you helped me see a different perspective on life, helping me love myself a bit more too.” I admitted, rubbing my hand side-to-side on his warm tatted arm.

“I’m glad that I helped baby, but I think you helped me more.” He kissed my cheek. I turned my head so we were face to face, his brown eyes lighting up.

“How?” I inquired, turning in his arms, snaking my arms around his neck as his hands found my waist. The warmth of his arms contacting on my skin caused goosebumps to form, maybe it was because of the slight breeze that came by, or due to the minimal clothing I had on.

“Shit, you helped me realize I deserved better,” He pecked my lips, “I could be a better man in different ways, believed in me and pushed me further to set my goals.” His lips brushed against my forehead, before he planted a kiss. I love forehead kisses. “You helped me with a lot, Tylia. No one has ever done as much as you, relationship wise.” He looked down at me, making me squirm beneath him.

I loved when he talked like this!

I smiled up at him, in a daze getting lost in his deep brown eyes. This man is beautiful, how did a woman like me end up lucky with someone like him?

“Well, ain’t nobody else like me.” I joked, causing him to smack his teeth.

“Here you go killing the moment wit’ yo cocky ass.” He teased, shaking his head.

“I’m playing baby, but I see you for who really are.” I leaned up, locking my lips with his. His kisses drive me into a different world, they’re blissful.

Chris

Walking into our room, I plopped down on the bed, my back hitting the plush comforter. This vacation is much needed for the both of us, no stress from work, and we can enjoy our lives without paparazzi constantly in our faces. I needed this, shit we needed this.

“Baby,” I heard Tylia’s voice, “can you help with this?” She pleaded. I licked my lips, opening my eyes as I sat up to see her wearing a black lace set.

“Damn,” I grumbled, placing my hands onto her soft brown-skin, pulling her into me so she was standing between my legs. My eyes trailed from her love box that was directly in front of my face, up to her smirking face. “You want me to help you, huh?” I licked my lips once again, giving her sides a slight squeeze.

“Yeah,” She looked off to the side, then back down at me, her fingers playing with my ears, “I want you to help me take it off.” She smirked, which had me smirking. I really turned her ass out, huh? Damn, I ain’t think it was possible, but shit I ain’t complaining.

“I got you,” I murmured, kissing her other set of lips through the lace fabric thong. I don’t know why she wears these, knowing that they gon be ripped up by the night. Tightening my hold onto her waist, I flipped us around so now she was laying down while I was settled between her thighs, “relax baby.” I husked, kissing the inner part of her right thigh, then doing the same to her left.

Bending my fingers into the fabric of her thong, I slid the thin material down and taking them off, throwing them onto the side of the bed. Licking my lips at the sight of her wetness, I groaned, just wanting to be inside, but I’m gon take my time on her. No fucking, straight love making tonight. I pulled her to the edge of the bed by her ankles, kissing from her kneecap down to her opening. Hearing Tylia heave in a breath, me and her both knew it was about to be an adventure.

“I love you, you know that?” I asked, kissing on her pearl, her back arching slightly.

“Ye-yeah.” Tylia breathed, “I love you too.” She put her left hand behind my head, tryna push my head down.

“Tylia, let me love you.” I grasped onto her left wrist, flicking my tongue into her abyss, soon diving in, licking around her folds, sucking occasionally on her clit as I came up for air. “You gon let me love you?” I questioned, pecking on her wetness as she fidgeted beneath me.

“Yesss.” She dragged out, licking her lips.

I smirked against her, soon moving her left leg off of my shoulder and kissing up her abdomen to her face. Goosebumps formed against her brown skin as I continued my assault, I was teasing her on purpose due to just enjoying her squirm beneath me. It was a sight to see, knowing that I have that effect on her body just boosts my ego a bit.

Slowly inserting inside of her drenching walls, I watched as her love faces contorted. It made me grunt.

“You so beautiful.” I whispered against her lips, meshing them as I fully entered inside of her, going in and out at a slow pace.

“Chr-” she choked, “Chrissss! Ooh!” Her nails digging into my skin, I could feel the breakage, knowing scars would be evident. It doesn’t matter to me, it lets me know that I’m hitting it right.

“You gon have my babies?” I asked, fastening my pace a bit, gripping onto her right leg pulling it up so that her knee was to her chest.

She bit her lip, throwing her head back further into the mattress, displaying the light droplets of sweat forming onto her neck. Licking my lips, I bent my head down, kissing onto her velvety skin. I hummed against her neck, awaiting her answer.

“Fuuuuck.” Tylia dragged out, pushing at my shoulders, “You sooo deep.”

“Answer my question, baby.” I muttered against her skin, biting into her lobe.

“Mhm.” She hummed, still pushing me back.

I smirked, continuing to make love to her body.

This woman is my weakness. I will literally do anything for her, knowing that she had it bad in the past, I want her to know how it is to be treated as a Queen.

Pacing the floor back and forth, tears in my eyes, I couldn’t believe the news I just heard. I really hope it’s not true. I already have problems going on with my family, the whole situation about Monica taking Shai out of the state, and Shad isn’t taking it well.. Then to top it off, Odell and I are on the rocks. That is why I’m hoping this shit isn’t true, but I have to hear it from him instead of believing the blogs. It’s always something though, we have no control of what others say because they’re going to talk no matter what. It’s just stressful that this is happening now. How did I not see the signs?

“Bri, you have to hear me out.” Was the first thing Odell said entering his apartment. Slowing down my pacing, I looked at him with meshed brows.

“How long has it been going on?” I croaked, tears streaking down my cheek. I didn’t want these shits to fall, but I have no control over that.

“It was nothing, I told the girl that I was in a committed relationship.” He moved further into the room, only for me to shake my head. Guess it was true.

“What did y’all do?” I asked, holding my composure. I’m honestly not trying to lose my cool. I’ve been holding in my rowdy for a while, and for something like this to happen I’ll be showing out.

“Bria..

“No! Just. Fucking. Tell me.” I gritted. I didn’t want him to sugarcoat shit! I want the honesty, that’s what made us last this damn long. But right now I’m thinking if he has ever lied to me before. Probably.

He licked over his lips, looking to the side. I blinked the tears away because now it’s gon be some other shit. I just know it is. All niggas lick their lips when they know they got caught up, tryna come up with a damn lie! Ain’t shit, at all!

“We met up from time to time after away games. She would suck me up, that was it.”

I nodded my head, lodging my bottom lip into my mouth. Taking in a breath, I opened my eyes as they landed on him. His already on me.

“Fuck you.” I sneered, grabbing my purse off the couch. “Fuck you, and this relationship!” I mushed him in the head as I walked out of his apartment. I’m real hurt right now, the man that I loved for four years hurts me in the worst way possible. We could’ve been ended this shit a long ass time ago if he wanted to mess around.

I never cheated on him, never thought about another man in my life, but he just says ‘fuck me’ and fucks the next bitch? For what?

“Brianna, wait!” I heard Odell’s voice boom through the hallway, he’s so lucky that it’s empty in this bitch. Slowing down my stride, I blew air out my mouth turning to face him. “Look, baby. I ain’t mean for shit to get like this, but you have to believe me that I didn’t want to hurt you.”

I chuckled bitterly under my breath, “You already did.” I shook my head, wiping at my fallen tears. “Goodbye, Odell.” I turned around, walking to the elevators.

Odell

She left, just like that. FUCK! Why do I have to be so damn stupid?! I have never went out of my way and fucked around on Brianna the way I did with this girl. Was it because of curiosity? Shit, I don’t know, but I really hope I didn’t just lose a good, smart woman for my selfish actions.

I really ain’t mean for shit to get out of hand like this, but I guess shit happens. I love Brianna more than anything, so Ion’t know why I was thinking with my dick. Sometimes I need to get over my needs, and realize that I have a good woman. Shit, I really am gon make it right though. Four years are not bout to go to waste either. I hope Bri knows that our relationship wasn’t a joke because it means everything to me. Even if I did fuck up, I’m gon do what ever it takes to right my wrongs.

Shad

Sitting in the courtroom hearing what the judge had to say, my nerves began to settle. Y’all thought I was gon let Monica get away with this? Hell nah! Shai is my daughter too, so she wasn’t bout to get away with this either. Fuck all her sorry ass tears because she ain’t care about mine. She really tore my heart up by doing that. And the nigga she with now ain’t shit, he cant provide for her the way a man should. I don’t need that around my daughter at all.

“In the case of child support, Monica Jones and Shad Reynolds you both will continue what you did before coming to a courthouse. Mr. Reynolds, I’ll be lowering the child support from $1,500 to $750 a month. Ms. Jones you will need to move back to California in order for this to work on the meet-ups Shai would have with her father.” Judge Lewis stated, hitting her gavel on the table. “You two are dismissed, have a good rest of your afternoon.” She stood up, walking down the steps and to the back room.

Smiling to myself, I made my way out of the courtroom and out to the lobby, Monica right behind. Shai was already in the lobby with my mom and Tylia. Brianna was supposed to come, but I guess she couldn’t make it. Shaking my head, I swooped up Shai kissing her cheeks. The last month was rough not having her around, but now that I get her two weeks out of a month has me excited. Get to bond with my little pooh again.

“Hi Ms. Vanessa.” Monica greeted my mother, hugging her. “Hey Ty.” She hugged Tylia, soon putting her attention on me. “Can I talk to you?”

“Uh n-

“Shad, talk to her. Don’t be like that.” My mom scolded me. I let out a breath putting Shai down so she can go with mama and Tylia. My mom always loved Monica, but she was pretty mad about what happened only to put the issue aside because she knows Monica is a good woman, blah blah blah. If she was, she wouldn’t have put me through this shit.

“Talk.” I put my hands into my jeans pocket, Monica bit her inner cheek looking down.

“I want to apologize for doing what I did. It wasn’t logical, and I now realize that.” She looked back at me, genuineness laced through her words. “I know we won’t go back to how we were, but can we be friends again? Fix our friendship and communication?” She asked, I nodded my head.

“I accept your apology, ma. And we can work on our faults, shit I owned up to my faults, and I want to apologize for hurting you in the past.” I inhaled a breath, “Lets just work on our friendship, and being better parents for Shai.”

“I would like that.” Monica smiled, engulfing me into a hug. It took me by surprise, but I soon hugged back. “And I’ll be back in a week, so you can keep Shai while I’ll pack the little clothing I did bring to New York.” She informed.

Entering the bedroom under the deck, Tylia quickly pulled her black dress off showcasing that she was wearing the set that Chris had got her. She wanted this moment to last, and enjoy every bit of it. Tylia was ready for Chris, as he was ready for her. They were both hungry for each other’s touch.

Chris coming in soon after her, he did a once over at what she was wearing. Smirking to himself, he walked over to her planting his big, soft hands onto her warm, vanilla scented skin. Kissing along her jawline to her neck, she threw her ass back onto his hard on, letting out a soft moan as he sucked on her skin. Fingertips tracing against her pantie line, he slid his hand into her warm center, spreading her lips apart as his index finger pumped into her lady. The warmth surrounding his finger, caused him to groan. Chris couldn't wait to be inside her ocean, her walls contracting around his manhood. It’s been long overdue for them both.

“Baby, I’m sposed t-” Tylia let out a moan, as Chris entered another finger into her opening, rubbing her clit with his thumb, “To please youuu.” She convulsed, her juices dripping down his hand to her thighs. Pulling his fingers out of her dripping ocean, he brought them up to his lips sucking on her juices. Tylia turning around in his hold, her eyes flickering with lust and love.

“What?” He smirked, pulling his fingers away from his mouth. “You get to please me baby, I just wanted to get a quick taste.” He shrugged, causing Tylia to roll her eyes playfully and shake her head.

“Bet you did.” She smirked, guiding him backwards towards the bed, soon pushing him down onto the mattress, straddling his lap.

The sexual tension was thick, they both knew that, but were they going to rush through the missed out time, or take it slow? A little bit of both, they’ve both been feigning for each other. Impatient for the next move, Tylia tugged on Chris’ jeans button, unbuttoning them as Chris lifted up so they can slide off. Once they reached his ankles, he kicked the jeans off, attaching his lips onto Tylia’s plump ones. Tylia hummed against his lips as she felt his member push against her thigh, pulling his shirt over his head, and sliding his boxers off as they broke the kiss she took in his chiseled abs, and tattoos that she missed seeing.

Chris licked his lips as he tugged on the string of her panties, soon untying the string on both sides. Pulling the material off her, he was met with her freshly waxed pussy. Tylia laughing at his shocked facial expression, she lowered herself on his member, rocking her hips back and forth slowly getting used to his size once again. Chris dug his nails into her sides, matching her pace from underneath. The warmth of her walls around his manhood caused him to groan, nesting his head in between her breasts, as he left subtle kisses in the middle moving to her left breast biting onto her nipple.

“Ohhh.” Tylia let out, knowing that she lost all control in this. Not that she minded, but she wanted to please Chris. Gaining strength, she pushed him down onto the bed, lifting up her lower half to where his tip was touching her entrance, she licked her lips as she locked eyes with Chris, his already focused on her. His eyes mixed both with lust and love, he wanted this.

Tylia lowered herself once again, moving at an extremely slow pace, she bit into Chris’ neck as she sped up her pace, Chris planted his hands onto her bare back as his breathing became harsh due to the euphoria. He wasn’t trying to moan like a bitch, but the way Tylia’s pussy’s warmth squeezed around his manhood, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tylia smiled to herself, before sitting up and completely turning around with his dick still in her.

UNBELIEVABLE! Chris thought to himself, as he pulled onto Tylia’s hair causing her to yelp as she bounced on Chris. “Fuck.” He breathed into her ear, which had Tylia smirking. She had him exactly where she wanted him.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he felt himself swell inside her, her walls widening due to him growing inside. Tylia bit onto her lip, as she felt herself about to cum as well, two more bounces and a thrust from Chris they came together, not caring that he exploded in her ocean. They were both in the moment. Lifting up from her position, she rolled onto the side of Chris, kissing his lips after.

Chris looked over at her with a sheepish smile, knowing they were far from done. He licked over his lips once more, going towards the edge of the bed, spreading her legs apart as he planted kisses at her calf going towards her middle. He was being slow with his assault because he wanted Tylia to squirm beneath him, he loved that. Leaving wet kisses against both thighs, he was finally met with her wet second pair of lips. “Damn.” He grunted, licking over his lips as he spread her lips into a V with his index and middle finger. Inhaling her scent, he dove in slowly curving his tongue inside of her causing her back to arch off the bed. That’s all he wanted.

“Mmmm.” He hummed against her folds, tongue drilling deeper as he rubbed her clit with his index finger. Chris didn’t want her to cum just yet, but he knew she was reaching her peak, so he slowly removed his tongue leaving a sloppy kiss against her.

“Chris, what th-

“Shhhh.” He chuckled, “Imma take care of you, baby.” He huskily stated, smiling up at her. Kissing her toned stomach up to her jawline, he let the tip touch her throbbing pussy. Tylia wrapping her legs around his waist trying to pull him in, only had Chris laugh at her impatience. “Tylia, baby lemme please you.” He looked down at her sternly, she nodded her head feeling helpless, a faint feeling because all she wanted to do was cum.

“Then, hurry up.” She begged, biting onto her bottom lip, her lashes fluttering at a fast pace. Chris shook his head at her, before entering into her warmth again. He grunted as he heard the gushy noises as he thrust into her at a slow pace, speeding up after. Tylia’s moans filled the air with the slapping of their skin as well.

Scratching onto his back as he began to gyrate his hips into her, he felt his peak coming once again. It will be his second time to bust, and Tylia’s third. They didn’t care about the captain and the other two crew members on the top deck because it was only them two. That’s all that they were worried about, them both connecting as one.

“So, explain why you doing this?” I gritted, putting my focus on Monica as she sat on the couch, tears falling out of her eyes. I don’t know what for, she’s taking my kid away from me.

“I just think we need time away, Shad.” Monica cried, wiping at her fallen tears.

“FUCK THAT!” I snapped, “Away from what? Our families out here, you ain’t got no family out in New York, Monica.” I clenched my jaw, closing my eyes gaining composure. “Is it for another nigga?” I gritted, coming to that realization that that may be it.

“Shad..” She shook her head, “I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry, but I already got our tickets and plan on moving by next week.”

I let her words flow through my head. She’s leaving with our child, for a nigga? A nigga who might not even last in the future. That’s the dumbest shit I have ever heard; she just gon drop everything out here for some nigga? Monica has really lost her damn mind, and I don’t know what this other nigga has been saying, but I ain’t feeling it. That’s like me saying, fuck our little family for another bitch.

“That’s foul.” I spoke, feeling a tear roll down my cheek “You gon take away MY daughter? You know how much that shit hurts? You kept her away from me for about two months, and you just gon throw this at me? Are you fuckin serious?” I punched the wall, hearing the mirror fall onto the ground, shattering to pieces just like my heart.

“I’m sorry..” She sobbed.

“Fuck your sorry, Monica!” I shouted, “Get out, bruh.” I shook my head, walking out the living room and to my room. Not only is she being unreasonable, she ain’t seeing from my side. That’s why I said she’s selfish. Fuck her!

Tylia

Scrolling through my phone as I laid against Chris’ bed, I was just waiting patiently till he got home, which is like another ten minutes from now. It’s 3:36 in the afternoon, and I know he doesn’t have anything else planned after his gallery. Don’t think I’m sounding crazy because I’m not, that’s how his schedule always was. Anyways back to what I was doing at hand, scrolling through my phone. I was so damn bored that I ended up on the blogs, I never read these shits because it’s nothing but a headache as paparazzi try and weave their way into our lives. They have no sense. I would never understand why they would want to ruin someone’s life with their cruel headlines. It’s pure ignorance on their behalf. But that’s the sad reality that we live; we’re all ignorant to one’s own. Shaking my head, one headline caught my eye, causing me to shift on his bed and sit up.

Chris Brown, out with another woman? Who is this mystery?

Oh! Wait, calm down and just breathe Tylia. Maybe there’s a reasoning for why he’s out with this person. I shouldn’t assume that anything is happening because then I’ll be making an ass out of myself, and we don’t want that. We’ll just talk about this when he comes home. And right on cue, I hear the front door slamming shut with Chris’ heavy feet stomping up the stairs. Okay, who pissed his ass off?

“Hey, what’s wrong Chris?” I asked as he entered the room, scowl present on his handsome freckled face. I haven’t seen him this pissed off since the opening of Shad’s club.. I’m just confused on who pissed in his cereal.

“Nothing.” Chris breathed out, removing his shirt from his toned body. Okay, there most definitely is something wrong, but he doesn’t want to spill. As a girlfriend should I continue to pry, or just let him talk? I’ll probably just let him talk because I’m honestly not up for arguing. We never had a full blown argument before, and I don’t want to see another side of him. I’m so good off that.

“Okay..” I got up from his bed, sliding my feet into my Adidas slides. “I’ll see you later.” I walked over to him, kissing his cheek. I wanted him to at least hug me, but I didn’t even get that. Rolling my eyes, I walked out his room and jogged down the steps once I reached them. I didn’t want to piss him off with my questioning, but he seemed to piss me off. Funny how shit can change your mood in an instant.

Walking out his house and to my car, I let out a breath just collecting myself. I forreal need to calm down. As I was about to open my door, I felt a tug on my arm causing me to turn toward the figure, seeing that it was Chris I leaned against my door as he looked down at me. Awaiting for him to speak, I sure as hell wasn’t. What am I even mad for?

“Look, I’m sorry aiight?” Chris spoke, blowing air out his mouth “Some shit just happened, and Ion’t like it.” He shook his head, licking his pink, plump lips. I honestly just wanted to kiss them, but not now! Focus, Tylia!

“Like what?” I asked, arching my brow, folding my arms over my chest. When he bit his lip, I knew he wasn’t gon say anything at this very moment. Nodding my head, I pushed him back from my car “Call me when you’re ready to talk, until then I’ll see you soon.” Opening my door, ready to enter my car I felt him turn me around once again. “WHAT?!”

“You need to lower your voice.” He gritted, jaw clenching. Yup, he’s pissed!

“Let me go.” I breathed out, breaking our gaze. Him cupping my chin, making me look at him I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Chris?” I breathed out. I swear he wasn’t in the mood for discussion, now he wants to be all up on me? Nigga please!

“Why you have to leave?” He asked, his tone a bit softer than before. That would’ve gotten me weak in the knees, but that’s not the point right now. He really pissed me off, and I shouldn’t even be this mad.

“Because, I don’t want to be around you when you have a funky ass attitude. It’s messing with my mental right now.” I sighed, biting my inner cheek. “And clearly you don’t want to talk, so it’s just better off that I let you have some alone time and come down from what ever has you mad at the world.” I chuckled, causing him to let out a light laugh.

“Aiight.” He nodded “I can respect that, but you better call me when you get in.” He stated sternly. I nodded my head, as he bent his head down planting a tender kiss onto my lips.

“Shad slow down, what’s going on?” I asked frantically, as he was rambling over his words. He had called me thirty minutes prior after I had got off the phone with Chris. “Now, what’s happening?”

“Monica! She’s taking Shai across the damn country.” He sniffled hard. PAUSE! Wait a damn minute! I know I did not just hear that.

“The fuck you mean, she taking Shai?” I held my phone tighter, clenching my left fist. I thought that would be the last thing that Monica would ever do, she knows how much Shai loves her father, just as Shad loves that little girl. Nothing is adding up, at all! “Did she at least have a reason?” I asked, sighing out.

“Yeah, her nigga wants her to move out there.” He blew out a harsh breath. A nigga? This man better be doing something righteous with his life because I don’t need for my niece to be in that kind of environment.

“Damn, did she say when they’re leaving?” I asked, biting on my nail.

“Next week.” He muttered, sounding stressed as ever. Shad doesn’t need to be stressing because there’s nothing he can do now, he should’ve took this in his hands when she first put restrictions on his visits. But I won’t say that to him because I’m not the one to beat somebody down, when they already are.

Chris

I saw her. I saw the bitch that made me go down the wrong path after seven years. It’s just crazy how she pops up in Los Angeles. Out of all places in the country she decides to move to California? For what? I have never been so irritated in my life, but seeing Kayla again brought back harsh feelings toward her. I don’t need her to know about my whereabouts, nor my place of work, but I guess it’s a little too late for that shit… I don’t know how I’m gon tell Tylia bout this, but I was so irritated when I came home that I ended up putting all my anger on her. She don’t deserve that, and I need to apologize about my actions because I would hate for Tylia to be mad at me.

Grabbing my keys off the dresser, I made my way out my room and jogged down the steps. Walking out the house, and locking the door I made my way to my parked Range soon getting in. Driving off, I couldn’t help but let the little encounter come rushing back to my mind, tightening my hands on the steering wheel, I let the thoughts consume me.

Earlier today - 2:45 PM | Konfuzed Art Gallery

Helping the people for the next class, I couldn’t help but smile as this progressed. The fact that Tylia initiated this start, lets me know that she sees a lot of potential with the gallery. Couldn’t have done this without her. I honestly just love her little ass, and nothing can ruin that…. But during these classes, the customer can either keep their artwork, or put it up on the wall for other people to buy. When they go with the second option, I give them at least three-hundred dollars and thank them for donating.

“Come on Skylar, you got it.” I heard a mother’s voice, but an all too familiar voice at that. Looking in their direction, I saw her holding a little boys hand who had to be at least two years old, maybe three the oldest.

Heaving in a breath, I made my way over to the next customer who was ready to purchase. Most of my work goes for at least three-thousand to six-thousand dollars. Most people don’t buy because they don’t have the money at the time and ask to put it on hold for the next time they come, which is set for a thirty day time limit. Walking behind the counter I greeted the customer, seeing that she wanted the deteriorated man sitting in a chair looking out at a lively garden.

“Alright, are we doing two transactions?” I asked, seeing that she also had art supplies and a blank canvas.

“Yes, Chris, if that’s not too much. Also I really like what you did.” She complimented, looking around.

“Thanks ma’am. Alright, first total is forty-seven dollars and eighty-six cents.” I bagged up her items, leaving the blank canvas alone on the counter. She passed me a fifty dollar bill, handing back her change I scanned the piece “And for the piece, three-thousand and fifty dollars.” I smiled, she slid her card and signed her name.

“Have a good day, Chris.” She smiled, grabbing her items off the counter.

“Thank you.” I smiled back, “You too.” I walked away from the cash register and made my way over to the shelves, fixing the supplies from brushes, pencils, markers, pens, anything you can think of.

“Chris?” I heard the same voice from earlier behind me. I closed my eyes, releasing a breath before turning to face her. “Long time no see. How are you?” She asked, holding onto the little boys hand like earlier before.

I gave a her a blank stare “Kayla, I’m doing great. Now if you would excuse me.” I brushed passed her, only for her to grab hold onto my arm “Look, don’t touch me. We have nothing to say to each other.” I spat, clenching my jaw. No other person can piss me off like her. She’s that irritating.

“I have a lot to say to you though.” She licked her lips “Why ain’t you playin ball, and why are you doing this?” She asked, looking around my gallery.

“That’s none of your business.” I furrowed my brows, “Look, why are you here?” I blew out a breath.

“Say hello to your son.” She smirked. I looked down at the little boy, and we looked nothing alike, his skin tone was brown skin, and Kayla and I are both yellow as ever, so her pinning this baby on me is some bullshit!

“Bi-“ I clenched my jaw, refraining from calling her out her name. I looked at her, then the boy, and her again “That ain’t my son,” I gritted “he don’t look none like me. I haven’t seen you in seven years. This boy is what, three years old? Please get gone with this shit.” I spat, refraining from going ballsy on her. I don’t need the attention from these customers.

“Aiight, Chris. We gon take a DNA test!” She hollered, sounding oh so dumb. Let me prove her dumb ass wrong, let me just do it for the one time.

I nodded my head “Aiight, bet.” I walked away from her and going to the next class. Looking down at my watch it was now 3:15 PM. I’m bout to be like fuck it, and just take my ass home.

Parking my car in Tylia’s driveway, I got out and made my way to the walkway and towards her door. Unlocking it with the key she gave me, I heard her voice in the kitchen. She sounds heated, which I don’t know what for, but it will soon come out. Kicking off my Nike slides, I closed and locked the front door before proceeding my way in her house. I don’t know how I would approach this conversation to her, I just hope she doesn’t get mad about what I have to inform her on. But it’s not like she can be mad, the kid ain’t mine. Shaking my head, I sat on one of the bar stools in her kitchen as she was finishing up her conversation.

“Shad, look you can’t stress yourself out about it. Your best bet now is to just go to court, if that doesn’t work out then do what you have to do.” She blew air out her mouth “If anything she might not even pull through with it, so please breathe. For me.” She sighed. I wonder what’s going on with him and Monica, shit has been hectic for him, and I feel bad about the situation. “Uh uh. I love you too. Okay, bye.” She hung up the phone, closing her eyes before putting her attention on me.

“Everything good?” I asked, she shook her head as tears welled up in her eyes. I don’t need for her to be crying. “Baby, c’mere.” I stood up, openin my arms so she could hug me. “Wanna talk about it?” I asked into her hair, kissing her forehead.

“Monica’s taking Shai to New York, and Shad is going hysterical.” She shook her head “I just don’t understand why she would do that to him. She knows how much Shai loves her dad, that little girl is gon be torn forreal Chris.” She sniffled, removing her head from my chest.

I nodded “I know, but Shad is gonna have to deal with it like you said.” I reminded, she just nodded her head looking up into my eyes. I smiled faintly at her, before pecking her lips.

“Anyway, what you doin here?” She asked, removing herself from my embrace sitting up on the counter top.

“Wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier.” I said, walking towards her, standing in between her legs, planting my hands onto her thighs.

“Well speak.” She smiled cutely, pecking my nose.

“I’m pretty sure you saw the headline today.” I rolled my eyes, she nodded her head for me to continue “That was my ex, back in college.” I shook my head, clenching my jaw “She came out here to tell me that her kid is mine, but little nigga is at least two years old. I haven’t seen her in seven years, so it ain’t adding up.” I broke my gaze from Tylia, not ready for what she was about to say.

“Babe, she’s just doing it to get you riled up. If you know the kid isn’t yours, then you shouldn’t be mad about it.” She planted her hand under my chin so I can look at her, I nodded my head licking over my lips.

“I know, but she also caused a scene talm bout I need to do a DNA test.” I shook my head, which had Tylia chuckling. “What’s funny?” I asked, soon laughing at her goofy ass.

“Andrea?” A soft voice broke me from my thoughts. I looked up to see Tylia; the last person I would expect to see right now. “Are you okay?” She asked, concern lacing her tone.

“Yeah, I’m fine. How are you, Tylia?” I asked, putting a smile on my face. She looked at me one more time, before dropping the problem. She probably knows that I’m going through something, but won’t drag it on because we aren’t friends, or anything else of that nature.

“I’m good, just been busy.” She said, biting her inner cheek “Look, I have to get going, but it was good seeing you. Take care of yourself, Andrea.” She genuinely stated, smiling at me before walking off the other direction.

I nodded as she could see me as she was walking off. That was nice of her because I was rude to her for no damn reason; which I should genuinely apologize for. Also, being that I found out about her rape, I couldn’t look at Quandell the same. It disgusts me. But yet here I am, still with his ass. Sighing, how did I get here? This shit is a headache, and Tylia is right. I do need to take care of myself.

Tylia

Walking away from Andrea wasn’t awkward, yet different. As if I felt some type of vibe from her, like she wasn’t her usual self. Well, I don’t know how she acts daily, but she’s more so bubbly and talkative, and I caught onto that before. I didn’t want to question her because we aren’t that close to one another, nor is it my business to know. All I know is that she does need to seek out for help, because she can’t be living how the way she is. I’ve been there before, and it wasn’t pretty.

“Tylia!” I heard a faint voice call out for me. Slowing down my pace, I looked back to see Andrea causing me to come to a full stop turning my body toward her. “Can I talk to you?” She asked, once she was in front of me.

“Sure.” I shrugged, “What’s on your mind?” I asked.

She bit her bottom lip, tugging at the hem of her shirt “It’s about Quandell.” She gulped, her eyes held tiresome. I nodded for her to continue “Well the past couple of months have been draining, he’s fucking with my mental state.” She sniffled “I know I was wrong for treating you the way I did before, but can you help me get away from him?”

I bit my cheek, just looking at her. That’s a lot for her to ask me to do. What if it’s a set up? What if she’s just trying to get back with Chris? I won’t allow that, but you never know what this girl is capable of. Looking at her, I saw the pain in her eyes, just wanting to give up. I shook my head, swallowing the spit that formed in my mouth. This can either be good for us both, or come and bite me in the ass later. I need to be wise with my decision because trusting people is hard, especially with what I went through.

“If anything Tylia, I’m not tryna get between you and Chris. I have money stacked up, and will be moving out of L.A.. I just never had the chance because of wh-

“I’ll help you.” I cut her off, causing her face to relax “When are you trying to get away?” I asked.

“Today.” She informed, I nodded my head thinking if I had any plans, which I don’t. Looking down at my watch it read 2:17 PM, looking back at her I nodded once again.

“Well we better get going.” I said, she clapped her hands soon wrapping her arms around me, taking me by surprise.

“Alright, this is the last of everything. Ready?” Andrea asked, as we walked down the stairs and out the condo. It was now 6:35 PM, and I was more than ready to go. I didn’t want to see Quandell, or have him catch us.

“Yeah, are you?” I asked, walking out the condo after her. Opening her trunk, and placing the last two suitcases inside.

“More than I’ll ever be.” She sighed, “Thank you, Tylia. And I’m sorry again, for how I treated you in the past.” She apologized genuinely.

“Apology accepted.” I smiled “And you’re welcome, be safe out there.” I pulled her into a hug and soon walked off to my car, waiting till she left so I could leave afterwards. I sort of feel good about helping her get away, she can finally live with peace in her heart, and no extra weight from Quandell dragging her down. Letting out a breath, I pulled off into the street and made my way towards Chris’.

I’m just ready to see Chris. I missed his teddy bear self.

Chris

“Hey baby!” Tylia squealed as she entered the living room, jumping onto me, legs on the side of me as her arms snaked around my neck. “I missed you.” She kissed my cheek.

“I missed you too.” I smiled, hands planted on her exposed thighs due to her skirt rising. “How was helping Andrea?” I asked, licking my lips. I was still tryna grasp that concept around my head because I could’ve sworn that Andrea didn’t like Tylia… Even if she had no reason to, but I guess people outgrow their old ways… That just shows you that Tylia was never bothered by Andrea, she knew what it was and I commend her for being the person she is. That’s why I love her little ass, she doesn’t let what others think about her effect her.

She shrugged “I was skeptical about it at first, but she was sincere with her apology. Also the look in her eyes, she looked drained. So I put what ever ‘issue’ we had to the side, and helped her out.” She smiled “I’m happy that I did help though, because who knows what could happen if she stayed.”

“You right, but enough about that situation. How was your day before all that happened?” I asked, nesting my head into her neck. The smell of strawberry filled my nose, causing my breathing to pick up. I could fall asleep like this right now, that’s how tired I am.

“It was good for the most part, got a lot of stuff done.” She yawned “How was yours, baby?” She asked, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Tiring.” I yawned “I set up classes at the gallery, those are starting next week. I also got more painting done, and those will be showcasing pretty soon.” I informed.

Today is Odell and I’s four year anniversary. I never thought we would make it this far, but I constantly remind myself that I love this man through all of our good times and mishaps along the way. He treats me like I’m the only woman in the world, as I treat him like he’s the only man in the world. I wouldn’t want it any other way between us, because we probably would’ve been in other relationships thinking about the ‘what ifs’ and we don’t need that. I’ve been with Odell since I was a sophomore in high school, he was a senior at the time. I know what y’all are thinking, ‘Did he take advantage’ blah, blah, blah. NO! That is why we are here today, if he only wanted the kitty I would’ve been dropped him a long ass time ago. Mama didn’t raise no fool.

“Hey Briiii.” Tylia sang, coming into my room, plopping onto my bed.

“Hey Ty.” I smiled, looking at her through my mirror “What has you so happy?” I inquired, uncapping the mascara and putting some onto my left eyelashes.

“Chris.” She smiled “Chris has me happy, Bri.” She gushed. Capping my mascara, I walked over to her smiling from ear to ear. Sounds like she’s in love how the way she’s acting.

“Tylia, let me ask you something.” I said, grasping hold of her hand, she nodded her head for me to continue. “Do you love Chris?”

She bit onto her bottom lip “I don’t know if it’s love, because I never felt what love feels like. Like real love from a significant other. I do know that I like him a lot, a lot.” She emphasized the last part to her second ‘a lot’.

“It’s okay, but you’ll know when that time comes. You’ll just know.” I smiled. Why do I sound like I’m the older sister? I’m only twenty, over here acting like I know everything.

“Look at you being the big sister.” She joked, playfully rolling her eyes. “But how did you know that you loved Odell?”

I smiled wide, feeling my cheeks going numb “I knew that I loved him when no one else around us mattered. He filled up this void inside of me, as if he was meant to be my other half. He put me first, as I did for him. It got deeper once he went off to college. I knew there was temptation, but he turned them down because he knew what he had at home.” I breathed out “I’m not saying we’re perfect, cause we aren’t. But I knew that I was madly in love with him, because he completes me.” I smiled, feeling a tear slide down my cheek.

“Aw, Bri.” Tylia cooed, “Why you crying boo?”

“Because he just really makes me happy.” I wiped my tears “But let me tell you this Ty. When you do fall for Chris, don’t run from him because y’all both been hurt in the past. Don’t let that get between y’all. I see a change in you just from being with him; it’s a good change.”

Tylia

I see a change in you just from being with him; it’s a good change. My sisters words kept playing in my head like a broken disc, making me realize the changes I have been through the past couple of months. Like a new person, because as you all may know I was more closed off, never wanting new in my life. Remember how I said that I would never date one of my clients? Well shit, was I wrong! Without a friendship forming between Chris and I eight months ago, we wouldn’t be where we are now as a couple. I’m very appreciative of how things unfolded for us in the end. Chris has opened my eyes to new things, making me feel like the only girl in the world. I don’t feel like scum on Earth anymore, because he made me feel special. Something that was needed, and I no longer think about that incident eight years ago. I now feel like a bird who can spread their wings and fly away from the nest, not worried about the fear of the world anymore. That’s how Chris made me feel, he loosened me from my fears.

“Ayo, baby!” Chris called out as he entered his house. No we don’t live together, but I’ve been staying here for the past week because I just wanted to be around him since we’ve both been busy in our work lives.

“Kitchen!” I shouted, stirring the pot of greens. I wasn’t making a big meal, just something simple for the both of us. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and the greens. Mama always told me ‘a way to a man’s heart is his stomach’, so I’ve been in the kitchen for as long as I know learning from her and my grandmother. Cooking was like an escape, some source of calm.

“Mmm, smells good in here.” Chris came into the kitchen, smacking my ass, making me jump a bit.

“You almost made me burn myself.” I pouted, holding my arm.

“Sorry, baby. Lemme kiss it and make it feel better.” He took hold of my arm, planting little kisses on my arm. It tickled, causing my arm to twitch and hit against his mouth “Damn, finna bust my lip messin wit’ you.”

“I’m sorry, it just tickled.” I apologized, pecking his lips. He chuckled against my lips pulling away, smiling down at me. “Whaaat?” I asked, feeling my cheeks heat up. I don’t know what it is, but he has this affect on me, and I can’t help it. I feel like a little school girl around her crush, not knowing how to contain myself.

“Nothing baby, you just beautiful.” He muttered, pulling me into him. I snuggled against his chest, feeling good about myself. The past eight years I haven’t felt beautiful because of what happened, but with Chris and the small reminders he gives me about being beautiful, makes me tingle. I don’t know if this is love, but he does complete me, making me feel fuller than what I used to be.

Courtney

Entering my house, I walked into rose petals scattered across the wood floors that led to both the kitchen and upstairs. I quickly locked the front door, holding my tears back because no one has ever done this for me. Placing my bag down on the side table, I walked the trail that led to the kitchen holding in my breath preparing myself for what I was bout to walk into. Gasping, I saw Brandon standing by the counter with his shirt off showing off the little chub he had. My baby wasn’t no fat man, nor skinny, just right to were he had enough meat on his bones. I love my men a little thick, considering I’m tiny. Anyways, aside from that, Brandon had a meal laid out on the counter, with champagne glasses filled.

“Baby, what’s all this?” I croaked, wiping under the brim of my eyes.

“Wanted to celebrate us, and show you how much I appreciate you.” Brandon smiled, licking his lips. “So I made your favorite, curry goat with rice, and a cucumber salad.” He lifted the lids off the plates, making my stomach growl.

“Thank you, Brandon.” I walked up to him, pecking his lips “Surprised you ain’t burn down my kitchen.” I joked, causing him to smack his lips.

“Nah, baby. I can cook, act like you know!” He teased, chuckling a bit.

“I know baby, I know.” I smiled, looking at the food in front of us “SO what else do you have in store?” I asked, arching my brow holding back my smirk.