So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,9

why is it that lately he doesn't come home until well after midnight.

Before I could ask the question, his cell phone began to vibrate. He glanced down at his Iphone 5 and ignored the call.

“Answer your phone, Boo. When you ignore calls in my presence, it makes me wonder what you're doing outside of it,” I said, eyeing his cheating behind down.

He looked at me with a smug expression. I was hotter than cayenne pepper because I suspected that it was a female calling.

"Whatever, Mo." Blunt brushed me off. He put the phone to his ear. “What’s the business?” he asked the party on the other end.

It must have been God's will for Blunt's infidelities to come to light, because his phone had accidentally been placed on speaker.

“All you do is chase up behind that stuck up ass bitch! You don’t give a damn ‘bout me and yo’ daughter. Well, I need you to take your nose out of Mo's ass and bring them goddamn pampers back. This girl done shitted, and I ain’t got but one diaper left, nigga!” screamed the female on the other end.

Blunt mumbled and bumbled, trying to take the phone off speaker. It slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. The chick's voice continued to come out loud and clear as he swooped the phone up.

"You think I'ma keep letting you play me like this?" she screamed.

Blunt glanced up at me. He quickly told the caller to hold on and took the phone off speaker, but he couldn’t undo what I had heard. My first mind told me to snatch the phone out of his hand and smack him in his mouth with it. Instead, I looked off, gritted my teeth, and clenched my fist. I knew exactly who was going off on him and calling me out of my name. It had to be Luscious unless he had another secret BM running around somewhere.

He lowered his voice and mumbled something into the phone before hanging up. When he looked up at me, both of our faces were etched with a scowl. "Is there something you need to tell me?" I offered him the opportunity to come clean.

"Nah, but I gotta bounce and go handle something. C'mon, Devin, we're out."

Before I could formulate a response, he was out the door with his disrespectful seed. The ungrateful bastard hadn't even thanked me for keeping his son. That was okay though because I planned to get the last laugh.

Play Ya Position Or Bounce

Blunt

I left the school with my li’l man in tow. I was heated because Luscious kept pressing a nigga. She didn’t understand that she was sideline pussy and the position didn't come with career advancement.

I had been handling her wit’ kid gloves due to the fact that she was my partner in crime, but I would put this size twelve in that ass if she didn't fall the fuck back. Frustrated over the whole situation, I whipped over to Mika’s crib out in Clayton County.

Mika was another one of my sidepieces. Unlike Luscious, she knew how to play her position. She had given birth to a baby boy that I couldn't deny; li'l dude looked like I had spit him out of my mouth. Still, Mika hadn’t let it change what she expected out of the relationship.

“We can kick it, Baby Girl, but I got a woman who I’m crazy ‘bout. I’m not leavin’ her for nothing or no one so understand that. If you can accept that and not try to make this into something that it will never be, we can fuck wit’ each other and things will be real nice for you,” I explained from the giddy up.

“Oh, I have no problem with it. As long as you understand that I’m free to see other people also,” replied Mika.

“I’m trill wit’ dat,” I had agreed, knowin’ that once I got all up in her feelings another dude wouldn’t even be an issue.

I pulled up in her driveway and me and Devin hopped out of my whip and went up to the door.

“Hey, Boo,” Mika greeted me with a pretty smile the minute she swung the door open. I gave her a quick hug and a kiss and palmed that booty.

"Don't start nothing," she teased.

"I'm not. You see who's with me."

“Yep. Hey, Devin. Why are you all handsome like your daddy today?” He blushed like a li’l lame.

I playfully slapped him upside the head. “Tell her you ain’t handsome, you’re fly,