Side Chick Turned Wife: A Hood Romance, страница 1
Side Chick Turned Wife
A Hood Romance
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I’m honestly getting sick of being the other woman. It was great while it lasted. Don’t get me wrong, I knew what the fuck I was getting myself into, I just feel like I have had enough of this waiting around bullshit. I mean, I thought that he really loved me and shit. I thought he was going to leave her for me and start a family with me. I guess I was stupid for having such fantasy dreams, huh? This nigga was with the bitch for well over a couple of years now and he was with me for a good eight months at this point. Wouldn’t you think that if this nigga was cheatin’ for this long, he would have had his mind made up? All his lies—Ihopes, dreams, and promises he was feeding me was just to keep me happy. It was all just to make me feel like he was going to eventually do something about our relationship. Well, nothing has changed; I’m still the side bitch.
I can’t help the feelin’ of wanting him all over me and how much of a woman I feel when he gets down to it. Oh, he is just so nasty the way he works that tongue and those hips. Shit. I will shamefully admit that the sex is something I absolutely love when we are together. It is something that keeps me coming back to him and coming all over him, if you catch what I’m sayin.
It’s not just the sex that makes me want to be around this man, it’s his lifestyle too. This nigga has the money, the cars, the drugs, the connects—the everything that I could ever want and need. I will admit, I’m kind of envious of his main bitch; she can openly proclaim his shit and she gets to go to all the main events—all while I sit back and hope he notices me or that he will call me to go out to these events. There have been several occasions when we so happened to be at the same event though, but he paraded her ass around while my pretty ass sits in the VIP section with a whole bunch of other niggas and bitches. He sure does a good ass job of keepin’ us separate, but I have to give myself the credit on that one. She doesn’t know shit about me, but I know a ton of shit about her. He is lucky he copped a bad ass and smart side bitch like me who knows how to shut her mouth and not cause some shit. One of these days he will realize that or maybe he does now and that is why he still keeps me around. That makes me wonder, how many side bitches has he had that he needed to drop because they were loud as shit and got him in trouble with his main? I mean, I must be his first side bitch because he been with me for damn near almost half as long as he’s been with his main and he ain’t dropped me yet and I ain’t seen him with some other bitch. Whatever. I’m still the side chick who waits for them damn phone calls for us to kick it or for him to use me as his arm candy in the club. He has called me a lot lately, but shit, I go back and forth about all of this shit. I enjoy the lifestyle and the ability to go party with him and end up at some fancy ass hotel suite or something like that, but I would love to be his main bitch.
With that being said, I think I’m going to reconsider being his side piece before his main bitch finds out about me. I know about her and I know enough to remember that she is pretty damn crazy about him. What I think though is that because she is so damn crazy, he has a side bitch to keep him calm. Why doesn’t he just wife me up then? I give this nigga all he wants and could ever need, yet I still stand here on the side.
I just get so disappointed because I find myself wrapped up in his mess. Me wanting to be his main girl and me wanting to be the one who he always calls on, not just whenever he wants to. I want to be the one living in his big house and havin’ his babies. Ugh, with all the money he has, it makes me so damn envious. I want to have money too! I mean, I got a good job and I’m makin’ it, but shit, I wanna be taken care of too.
You know what? I think I’m gone ride this out for my rider. I honestly want to see how this is going to go with him. Damn, so much to think about and so much to worry about. Let’s just hope that this works out for the best.
This city is a place I am proud to live in, that’s for sure. It is so lovely and lively, the perfect vacation spot for young adults and spring breakers. The beaches have white sand and clear-enough waters that makes it attractive to the young little hoes in skimpy bathin’ suits to frolic and get wet in. This city is also dangerous. Although in the daylight it looks harmless and ideal, by night it is completely the opposite. At night, the prostitutes and the drug dealers come out to lurk, selling their dope and their bodies for quick money. I’ll shamefully admit that I had been hella interested in that type of shit, and I’ve been learning more about it ever since I started to fuck with Tyrek, a henchman to one of the city’s top drug lords. That nigga is a rider for that dude. He doesn’t tell me a lot about what he does; he doesn’t necessarily have to, I hear stories from clientele who walk into this salon and talk about their crazy nights. Oh yeah, I hear it all. Being the assistant in one of the hottest hair salons in the city will give you that perk.
I work alongside my best friend, Melissa Airen. She’s the owner and I so happen to be the co-owner of MD’s Hair Repair. We laughed at the name, thinking that MD would be a great way to have both of our names in there, not realizing that MD stood for medical doctor. So we thought it would be funny to say hair repair instead of hair salon. It just sounded a little more appealing. Anyway. I do a lot for this woman, running her appointment books and handling her money ain’t as easy as it looks. I just so happen to have been doing it for such a long time now that it’s almost second nature to me. I really do admire Melissa though. She is so gorgeous and so independent. She ain’t need a man to tell her how to act or how to handle her business. She got it on lock.
Melissa is a sweetheart too. We have been best friends for what feels like forever. We met back in our freshman year of high school and just clicked. She is real tall, a good 5’9”, with the most perfect body and sexy ass legs. She is real pretty too. Her eyes kind of slant a little and her hazel eyes are to die for. Being a hairstylist, she is always into new trends and new hairstyles so she feels the need to apply that rule not only to her willing clients, but to herself. So she changes up her hair pretty often. Lately, she’s been rockin’ some real hot poetic justice braids and they look real nice on her. Shit, I feel myself catchin’ a lil female crush on th
We kind of look like one another—kind of. She is a goddess and I’m whatever comes second to a goddess. I ain’t that tall, I’m only 5’5”, but I do have a nice fit body. Thanks to her, I’ve been working out and keeping myself nice and in shape. Unlike her, I keep my hair simple. I almost always wear my hair natural and down. My hair ain’t that long. When it’s naturally curly it barely touches my shoulders. When I straighten my hair, it brushes onto my shoulders. Those are kind of the only looks I like to rock though; I ain’t with that constantly changing shit. Too much work.
Speaking of too much work, my damn love life is a piece of work. I don’t even know if I should even call it a love life, more like a fucking love struggle. Where do I even start? First of all, he ain’t even my man. He is kind of my man, if that makes any type of sense. Well, let’s clear this shit up, I’m his side bitch. I’ve been on the side for a while now, a good seven, almost eight months at this point. I’ve accepted being his side bitch while he rides around and parades his main bitch. She is some mixed breed, bootylicious, long-haired having, high maintenance bitch that he caters to. I can’t say shit about the situation though, I walked in knowing that he was with her. You probably wondering why I would put myself in this predicament, right? Well, I can’t answer that. I don’t fucking know. Nigga was so damn smooth, he had a bitch like me swoonin’ over his well groomed waves and bad boy vibes. Momma told me to stay away from them thug like boys, but a bitch needs a soldier who is gone stand by her side and protect her. He gave me that feel. He gave me the attention and the direction I needed to feel whole.
Buzzzzzzz. Ring, Ring. Buzzzzz.
“What up, girl? You at work right now?”
“Yeah, I’m here at—”
“Cool. So here is how this gone go. You gone go home after work and then you gone dress in a nice, tight little dress. I know you know how to dress so match ‘em up right with them heels. After that, go on and get all cute and shit with yo makeup. We goin’ to the club tonight and I want you to look right, aight? You gone be hangin’ on my arm so Ima need you to be lookin’ fly and shit. I’ll come swoop you up and then we gone go out.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later then?”
“You got it.”
I placed my phone back down on my desk and looked confused. By now I should be used to him doing that. He does that so often where he just calls me up and tells me how the night is going to go. It ain’t a bad thing that he does that; it just catches me off guard sometimes. I couldn’t help but smile though. Although those calls would seem demanding to others, it made me feel wanted. Made me feel like I wasn’t some side bitch because he was going to take me out to these clubs. I was gone be seen in public, hangin on his arm. I was gonna be his arm candy and I didn’t mind it. I wanted to make sure I looked extra good for him.
I looked up to see Melissa making her way into one of the chairs in front of me. She plopped down, kicked off her 7-inch stilettos, and began to rub her tired feet. Shit, she always looked fabulous but I’ve told her plenty of times that she doesn’t need to finesse on her clients with these damn shoes. I don’t know how this bitch stands in those stilettos, but I know that she is definitely tired by the end of the day. I pursed my lips and looked at her feet before I looked at her.
“Shut up. I know what you’re thinking, Danessa. You don’t need to lecture me about me and my shoes. My feet hurt, but I have already accepted the fact that my feet are always going to hurt. I’m not going to give up on my heels. If I’m going in be in pain, I might as well look fabulous doing so.”
“Okay, Mel. I hear you. It ain’t gone kill you to slide some inserts in there though. Help yourself out a little bit at least.”
She chuckled and rolled her eyes before looking at me. At this point, I was staring at my phone and smilin’. I didn’t know that I was smilin’ until Mel pointed it out to me.
“Bitch, why the fuck are you smiling? You talkin’ to that no good, thug life havin’, bitch hoppin’, Tyrek?”
I dropped my smile and rolled my eyes.
“Why you always talkin’ bout him like he some piece of shit? Yeah, I’m talkin’ to Tyrek and I’m fuckin’ happy about it. Damn Mel! He wanna take me out to the club tonight and I’m gone drink and have myself a good ass time, aight?”
I crossed my arms and looked away from her. I knew how much she didn’t like him and every time she caught me talkin’ to or about him, she felt the need to lecture me on why he was such a bad idea.
“Listen to me, Danessa. For once, just listen to me. You are beautiful and so fucking smart! I don’t understand why you waste your time with him. To this day, I don’t get why you settle on being the side piece while his main bitch gets the title. I just fear that you will put too much of yourself into this and that he will just up and leave you. Danessa, baby girl, I love you with every bit of me and the last thing I want is for you to get your heart broken by some no good nigga who can flaunt his shit around and fuck any bitch he wants. I know a good list of really nice guys who are successful and who can treat you right! Just take my suggestion and drop this fool. You are too good for him!”
“Mel. Look, I don’t want no part of them boys you have lined up for me. I am content with the one I have. When you gone realize that? I’m gone go tonight and have me a good time. I’ll be more than happy to tell you about how it goes. Aight?”
I looked at her like she was crazy. I really was ready to have a good time tonight and I wasn’t goin’ to let this bitch ruin it for me. I love Mel, but shit, when am I ever going to catch a break? She looked at me and just shook her head, shruggin’ like she had nothin’ else left to say. So she changed the mood and flipped the subject.
“Well, have a good time tonight then and I would love to hear how it goes, okay? Anyway, just make sure you are here tomorrow morning all sobered up and shit. We have a lot of clients coming in tomorrow and I’m going to need your help making sure the appointments stay on lock and that we let the walk-ins know that they have to wait.”
“Mel, you gone need to start emphasizing appointments and shit. These walk-in people drive me crazy.”
She just gave me a silly smile before poppin’ her ridiculously tall heels back on.
“Girl, I’m not about to turn down business for the sake of your sanity. I mean, shit, my head kills me too, but those are clients that I am not going to turn away just because they are kind of inconvenient. Once I get more people on staff, then it will be easier to manage. For now, shut up, sit pretty, and handle it. It’s what I pay you to do anyway.”
Mel winked at me and playfully smacked me on my shoulder before she went out to tend to the others and to clean up. I took a deep breath and picked up my phone, hittin’ the lock screen button on my iphone to see the picture of me and Tyrek. We looked so good together… Why can’t I just be his main bitch instead of that other bitch? Damn.
I looked at the time on my phone and realized it was about time for me to head home and get ready for a good ass time. I finished up my files and logged the appointments for the next day before headin’ out to the chairs to help Mel clean up a little. After I did my part, I ran back to my office, grabbed my stuff and headed out the door. Mel waved me off and blew me a kiss as I hopped into my cute, little, white Audi a4. Mel got me this as a gift and I have been takin’ extra good care of this little baby. I cranked the ignition and headed off down to my house.
The beach was right by the shop so it was always peaceful to drive by whenever I headed home from work. It was getting late and the sun was tryin’ to make its way down under, which meant the hoes and pimps were about to make their appearances on these streets. It was time for them to get to work. As I drove down the streets, I saw all the rich people get in their Audis and BMWs, goin’ off to another part of town for wine or somethin’. I spotted a group of stupid young kids gettin' out of wha
Before I knew it, I was pulling into my driveway. I opened up the garage and pulled my car in before hopping out and heading into the house, closing the garage before I headed up the stairs. I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter and went into my room. It was time to get ready for a good night.
I stood before my mirror and did a little twirl. I had to make sure my little booty looked right in this super tight bodycon dress. I loved this dress. Although it was tight, it hugged all my curves and made me feel extra sexy. I matched the black dress with some real sexy seven-inch black red bottoms that Mel gifted to me not too long ago.
I reached over to the counter by the mirror and grabbed a small makeup bag. I pulled out my eye shadow palette and my favorite brush. I brushed over the lighter brown color and dabbed it in the inner part of my eyelids. When I was content with that, I took a darker brown and swept it across my eyelid but not enough to totally ruin the light color that I had just done. I wasn’t the best at doing the whole smokey-eye thing, but I have to admit that I have been doin’ pretty fuckin’ good with it lately. When my eye shadow was poppin’, I highlighted my brows with a lighter, more beige color and then painted a perfect wing with some really good waterproof liquid eyeliner. I finished off my eyes with many strokes of mascara, making my eyelashes look nice and big. I wasn’t one for fake lashes; they feel hella unnatural and I already have really nice lashes, so I just thought it was smarter to invest in some good mascara and paint it on every once and awhile.