Yo Boo Been Creepin' With Me 3 Page 3

  “You telling me to get a job, but I bet you don’t tell your fucking wife to get a job. If that bitch can stay home and sit on her ass with your brats, then so can I!” Yolanda yelled, as she stood up and got in my face.

  I yanked her by her hair and threw her down on the bed roughly. Before she had a chance to get up, I jumped on top of her and pulled her arms high over her head to pin her down. I looked her dead in her eyes, with nothing but hate. It was crazy how you love someone one minute and despise them the next. I made sure that I had her undivided attention before I spoke.

  “If you even think about screaming or loud talking me again, I swear fo’ God I’ll pop yo’ fuckin’ neck.” I promised. “Now I thought we had this conversation before, but apparently you weren’t listening, so I’mma say it one last time. Stay the fuck out my business when it comes to my family! First, you call my wife phone with the bullshit, then you have a nerve to show up to the game with those fucking stupid ass jerseys on, and now you feeding my kids some bullshit telling them I’m with my wife when I’m not around! Yolanda I don’t know what’s it gonna take to get it through your thick ass skull, but I’m not leaving my home! So either you can continue to deal with it like before, or get the hell on!” I reminded her, while still staring down at her.

  She just laid there and matched my stare with just as much hate in her eyes as I had in mine. I’d never seen this look before on Yolanda and personally I didn’t like it. As she continued to lay there and not even flinch, I decided to get up. Yolanda sat up quickly, before she rubbed her neck and laughed.

  “You think your little threats scare me Eddie? Well, newsflash, they don’t! Then you have a nerve to tell me to keep dealing with it or don’t? So I guess me loving your trifling ass don’t mean shit to you anymore?”

  “You loving me has always meant everything to me. Why do you think I stayed with you for so long and had you bare my seeds? The problem is that this shit you’re starting to do is making things hard for us. You knew from the beginning what we agreed on. As long as you keep quiet, you and my kids will forever be taken care of. Now you wanna call her phone, show up at the games to get noticed and you’re adding our kids in the mix!” I replied, trying to reason with her.

  “Eddie I know what we agreed on in the beginning, but things obviously have changed.”

  “Nothing has changed on my end Yolanda.”

  “But it has on my end! My love for you has grown deeper and deeper every time I see you or you touch me! I can be a better wife than she ever can to you Eddie, if you just give me a chance!” Yolanda pleaded with so much desperation that I knew that she meant every word.

  I stared at her as if she just lost her fucking mind with what she just said. I was far from dumb, so I knew right then and there that Yolanda was going to be even more of a problem. The woman I had fallen in love with in the beginning was not her anymore. I also know that I didn’t have anyone to blame but myself for the shit I was about to deal with.

  “Look Yolanda, you don’t know a damn thing about my wife or the type of wife she is to me. I think it’s time we come to the conclusion that this might not work out with us anymore. Obviously, you want more than I can give you. Now taking care of you and my kids would be no question, but me and you need to chill.”

  “Oh, I don’t know anything about your precious little wife huh? Believe me when I say I know way more than you think I do! Her name is Pam right?” Yolanda inquired.

  I just looked at her with my mouth open wondering how the fuck she knew Pam’s name.

  “That’s right, close your mouth. Like I just said, I know way more than you think I know. As a matter of fact, I think I might know a little more than you! Since your precious wife is who you adore, maybe you should take the time to see if she feels the same way about you papi.” Yolanda said, laughing, before she continued, “But you are right about one thing, we do need to take a step back, so that’s fine. When you leave, lock my door, please.” With that said, Yolanda got up and walked into the bathroom and closed the door, where I heard her lock it.

  I don’t know what the fuck is going on or what she meant by what she just said about Pam, but what I do know is that this bitch might just be a problem.

  KATRINA

  “I’m telling you this shit is way easier than I thought, besides this pregnancy, which I can’t wait to get this over with!” I said in disgust to my mom over the phone.

  It had now been two months since I moved in with Rashaad and let me tell you this nigga was sprung like a muthafucka! I had access to credit cards, and my own personal bank account that he keeps loaded, and then he went and purchased me a brand new 2014 Bentley. Not to mention I have his nose so wide open, that I am now also rocking this 15 carat diamond rock on my finger! Rashaad proposed to me after we came from my last doctor’s appointment, when we found out we were having a boy. He was beyond excited and I had to act like I was too, when in reality, I really didn’t give a damn. I knew everything he was doing was because of this baby, but that was fine by me. Besides, this is the only reason I got pregnant in the first place.

  “Well, since you sitting up there in that big ol’ mansion living the life, when you gone send fa ya momma?” she asked.

  My mom and I were more like sisters than mother and daughter. She raised me on her own and has always taught me, ever since I was a little girl, to always use what I got to get what I want out of a man, and believe me when I say it has been paying off.

  “Well, Rashaad has his first home game in two weeks, so I’ll send for you then.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about! Share the wealth with ya momma. Besides, it’s time I met my soon to be son in law anyway.” My momma said all giddy in the phone.

  I know my momma thinks she hit the jackpot, but her ass better know this is my honey pot and not hers.

  “On another note, you not gone believe who I saw at Walmart the other day?” my momma said.

  “Who?” I asked.

  “That damn prissy ass Kema! Girl, she was working there as a damn cashier!” my momma laughed into the phone.

  I joined her laughing too. Damn that bitch really hit bottom. She went from all of this to a minimum wage ass job, all on the account of me. I loved this shit!

  “That’s what her ass get.” I said into the phone.

  “Child, I just bet Annie and Michael don’t have shit to brag about now.”

  My mom and Kema’s mom were sisters who never got along. My momma told me it was because growing up my aunt always thought she was better than everybody, and I believed it was true, based on the way Kema acted. She was always looking her nose down on other people. When I first found out about Rashaad making Kema his girl in high school, I came home upset and crying to my mom. It wasn’t the fact that I was in love with Rashaad or anything, it was because it was Kema. I felt like I had lost to her again. It was then that my mother told me to wipe my tears. She told me that just because Kema was with him didn’t mean I couldn’t be with him as well. Only I would have one up on her ass because with him still messing with me, he would never be fully hers. So I stayed in the background still fucking and sucking Rashaad whenever I felt the need to, while little Ms. Princess thought she had him all to herself.

  “Please momma, you know they will still find a way to brag about her no matter what she is doing.” I stated.

  “Well, the family is getting together for Aunt Ida Mae eightieth birthday party next week, and I’m going. I’m sure they will be there too, so you better believe I’mma be the bitch up in there bragging about how my daughter is pregnant and about to get married to a big football star. Let’s see what they have to say about that! Speaking of marriage, I think you need to suggest to Rashaad that y’all just need to go ahead and go to the court house and get married now before the baby get here. Yo’ ass don’t wanna end up like how Kema did once that happens. You need some more insurance honey.”

  I hadn’t thought about it like that. Once Rashaad asked me to marry hi
m, I already had plans to arrange this big ass over the top wedding. I was gonna invite every last family member and hating ass hoe that had so much to say about me, just so I could throw the shit in their face. I talked to my momma a few more minutes and then hung up the phone. The wheels in my head started turning again when she told that I needed to marry Rashaad right away, and she was right. That would really secure my spot. Hell, even if he told me to leave after this baby was born, I would still be living good and paid with the child support I would request.

  I wanted to do something special to make my request go easier, so I cooked lobster tail, steak and asparagus. I had the candles lit and the table set. Even though I was now showing, I still looked good and my weight had distributed to all the right places, so I sporting a sexy sheer lingerie set. Thank god I wasn’t sick anymore and it had finally passed. I wanted to make sure that when I suggested that we get married ASAP that the mood was right. I had the food on the stove keeping warm, while I showered and got ready for the night. Once I was finished, Rashaad finally walked through the door.

  “Damn baby, what’s all this?” he asked as he walked into the setup in the living room, dropping his gym bag by the door.

  “I just decided to do a lil something for you just to show you how much I love and appreciate you.” I said as I walked over to him, grabbed his hand and led him over to the table.

  I sat him down and poured a glass of Chardonnay for him.

  “Thanks’ bae, this looks good.” he told me as he began to dig into his food.

  He must have worked up an appetite because he was eating like this was his last meal. After we finished eating, I cleared the table and told him to just go and relax while I brought him out a slice of the peach cobbler I made. I knew how to throw down in the kitchen, thanks to my momma. She always told me that a man won’t really fuck with a woman that can’t cook, so I made it my business to learn all about it.

  “Here you go.” I said as I passed him a bowl filled with warm cobbler and vanilla bean ice cream.

  “Damn baby, this is good. But you know I’m a have to spend extra time in the gym before practice tomorrow working this meal off.” He said, eating his dessert.

  “Well you know I have to feed my man.” I paused, “Rashaad listen. I was thinking about the fact that I want our baby to come into this world having both his momma and daddy’s last name. I don’t want to wait unit he gets here for us to get married. I love and appreciate you for all that you have done and I want to go down to the courthouse and just do it there.” I said, hoping he was buying this.

  “What about the wedding?” he asked, looking at me confused.

  “I don’t care about the wedding, all I care about is making our family complete before RJ gets here.” I said.

  I knew by me calling the baby RJ that would really reel him in. We never discussed a name for our son, so now was the perfect time to let Rashaad know I wanted to name the baby after him.

  “You know Katrina, you really do love a nigga. You always stayed in the background and never gave me a hard time when I was Kema. You let me do my thing and never complained, and now you giving me the best thing I could ever have.” He said rubbing my stomach.

  “You wanna get married baby, let’s do this then.” He told me, lovingly.

  We shared a deep tongue kiss. Later on that night, I fucked Rashaad like my life depended on it and put his ass to sleep. I too went to sleep with a big ass smile on my face, knowing that I was about to be a very paid bitch.

  KEMA

  When I say that I’m tired, I am tired! I got up off of my pity train and started getting my life back in order. First off, I enrolled in the local community college to continue my degree in psychology. I ended up selling my brand new Range Rover that Rashaad had brought me to the dealership here, since it was paid for and the title was in my name. I didn’t get full price for it, but I got a good size amount to cover my tuition for this semester and also enough to buy me something less expensive to get around in. To make ends meet, I got a job at the local Walmart. Now that was hard for me to do because everyone went to Walmart and I knew that people would see me and have questions; questions that I didn’t want to answer. Even with that said, I realized that my life had to go on without Rashaad, so I had to face that.

  I had just walked through the door from work and I was beyond tired and ready to finally relax.

  “Hey Kema, how was work?” my mom asked me from the kitchen.

  I walked in only to be hit with the smell of her famous peach cobbler that was in the air.

  “Work was work. Dang ma that peach cobbler smells good!” I exclaimed, trying to get a quick taste, but she wasn’t having that.

  “Yea, it’ll be a hit at your great aunts party tonight.” She said smacking my hand away.

  I totally forgot my Aunt Ida Mae was having her birthday family gathering tonight. It’s a tradition for our family every year, but of course for the last three years I haven’t made it.

  “I forgot that was tonight. I’m too tired to go anywhere ma. They had me working in customer service today with the returns.”

  “Well, you better get you some energy from somewhere because you’re going. Besides, your aunt and cousins haven’t seen you and they are always asking about you.” she told me.

  That’s the part I dreaded the most. I don’t know if I was ready to be around my family and have to answer questions about my life, but I know my mom wasn’t gonna take no for an answer.

  “What time does the party start?” I asked in defeat.

  “In about an hour, so go on upstairs and get ready.” Mom commanded.

  “Is daddy coming?”

  “Nope.” She said.

  I went upstairs to take a shower and get ready for the party. As I ran the shower, I removed my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I no longer saw the sunken face and dark eyes that I saw not long ago. I had gained some of my weight back and my skin was clear, but my heart was still hurting. I still cried, especially at night when I was alone and consumed with my thoughts. I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss Rashaad, because I do. He was my first love and you just don’t get over your first love like that.

  I finally got in the shower and let the hot water beat down on me. Once I was done cleaning myself up, I went to get dressed. I decided to wear a pair of skinny jeans, a form fitting cream sweater and a pair of cream Steve Madden ankle boots. I flat ironed my hair, bone straight with a part in the middle, and placed my pair of diamond studs in my ears. I finished the touches with some M.A.C eye mascara and lip gloss. When I was finished, I gave myself a look over in the mirror and smiled. I knew I looked good on the outside, but I was still a mess on the inside.

  Once I made it back downstairs, my mom was dressed and ready. She was in the kitchen wrapping up the peach cobbler.

  “You look nice honey.” She said.

  “Thanks mom, so do you.” I told taking the pan out of her hand and going to the car with it.

  My mom was a beautiful woman; she still looked like she could be in her late 30’s. She decided to drive which was fine by me. When we arrived to my aunt’s house, you could tell the party was in full effect. There were cars lined all up and down the street, and you could smell the meat on the grill from where we had parked. I was really nervous about going inside.

  I haven’t seen most of my family since I decided to move to Atlanta with Rashaad, so I really wasn’t sure what to expect. My mom and I went inside and were greeted by everyone with hugs and kisses. My aunt Ida Mae immediately started to cry when she saw me. Before Katrina started spending her summer’s at our house, I used to always spend my summers with aunt Ida Mae when I was younger and back then I loved every minute of it. Aunt Ida Mae was the matriarch of the family.

  “Oh my God, my baby Kema, It’s so good to see you!” Aunt Ida Mae said as we hugged one another tight.

  She still wore the same perfume she did when we were little.

  “How’s the baby?” sh
e asked me.

  “What baby Aunt Ida?” I asked her confused.

  “Your daughter, but don’t worry, she’s gonna be just fine.” My aunt said rubbing my back.

  I had no idea what my aunt was talking about, I didn’t have a baby, let alone a daughter. I figured it was just her old age talking so I brushed it off. I walked away and went to search for my mom. On the way out back, I ran into some more of my cousins who were also welcoming, which I was so glad for. So far nobody had questioned me about anything or made me feel uncomfortable.

  In the backyard everyone was having a ball! There was so much food that I got full just by looking at it. The DJ was playing some old school music which had my family dancing up a storm. My uncle was grilling it up and talking shit like he’s always done. I was standing around enjoying the festivities when I saw my Aunt Sandra, Katrina’s mom walk in making an entrance like she always does.

  “Hey ya’ll!” she said loudly.

  You would have thought she was already drunk if she didn’t just arrive. Every one spoke except for my mom, but that wasn’t surprising. She was over dressed for this occasion as always and very tacky. She had every mix, match designer on like she was a walking display for their line! Mom made her way over to me and asked me if I was ok.

  “Yea ma, I’m good.” I replied.

  We were both standing there laughing and talking to another one our cousins when Sandra came over there.

  “Hey family.” She said fake hugging us all with one arm.

  “Hi Aunt Sandra, how are you?” I asked.

  My mom just stood there staring at her like she was daring her to say some slick shit.

  “Girl I am good! Did you hear about Katrina, girl she got married! My daughter is living the dream honey, married to a football player and about to have my first grandson!” Sandra said smiling and gloating in our faces.