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  “Baby really? You couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” I asked him, trying to stall because I was dead ass about to make a run for the door. I swear I was.

  “Nope,” he said, then got out and went around the car. That was my cue to try and climb over to the driver side door and run from his side. As soon as I tried to get my other leg around, I felt Otis’ strong arms grab me by my waist, and I was pulled into him.

  “Where the fuck did you think your ass was going?” he asked me, laughing and holding me into the air.

  “I swear your ass play too damn much,” I said, looking at him.

  “Do this feel like I’m fuckin playing right now?” he asked, pulling my closer; I could feel how hard his dick was. I hated to deny my man sex, so I went against my better judgment and wrapped my arms around his neck while he still held me up. This was my problem right here–I couldn’t seem to say no to his ass.

  “You knew you wanted some dick in the first place,” he said, reaching around me with his arm to open up the passenger side door to sit me down.

  “I did, but I could have waited until after the wedding,” I said, smirking at him. Shit, if I was able to get up this morning and not jump on the dick, then I was probably good to ride the rest of the day out as well.

  He pulled me closer to him by my waist and started kissing me all over my neck. The way his soft, full lips were damaging my neck was feeling unbelievable. I felt as if I was going to cum, just from getting my neck sucked; that’s how good that shit was feeling. Eventually, he stopped kissing my neck and went to lift my dress up over my ass. I watched as he looked around to make see if anyone was outside; once he was sure that we were the only ones out there, he pushed my legs open and placed soft kisses along my inner thighs. Once I felt his juicy lips kiss my opening, I threw my head back, enjoying the feeling.

  “Shit,” I said, wiping the sweat that had begun to form on my top lip. I held his head with the back of my hand and slowly grinded my pussy into his face.

  “Hmmm baby,” I moaned out loud. The whole time Otis was eating me, he kept his glare on me, and that was only driving me crazier. It’s like he wanted to see the look on my face when I came, to know that he was doing his job the right way. My stare matched his and the way he was pulling on my clit, I knew that at any moment I was going to cum.

  “Ohhh…ohhhh …fuckkkkkk!” I yelled as I started cumming. I watched on as Otis lapped up all of my juices and I lay there as limp as a rag doll. I swear, head makes me tap out every time.

  “Turn around girl,” Otis said, already with his dick in his hands. I already knew that he was about to bless me with this dick down, and I couldn’t wait to feel him all the way up inside of me. Slowly, I got up from out of the chair and turned around like I was told. I placed my right knee on the chair while I kept my left leg on the ground. I put a deep arch in my back, but as soon as he slid all 10 inches inside of me, I tried to sit up a little bit.

  Normally, Otis would get on me about that, but instead he just gave me deep strokes, hitting my G-spot hard as fuck each time. I was literally so fuckin wet that I could feel my juices dripping down from my leg. I got a hold of the driver’s seat and started fuckin back. Every time I would throw my ass back, he would catch it and hit me with a death stroke, but I was taking that shit like a fuckin pro.

  “Shit baby, make me remember why I wanted to marry your fine ass,” this shit talking ass nigga said, slapping me twice on my ass.

  I started fuckin back, like I had a point to prove or some shit. I was not about to let this nigga out fuck me so he could clown me after he was finished.

  “Ohhh shitttt babbbyy righhht thereee...I’m cummmiinnn!” I yelled, because this nigga was deep in my guts. I felt at any moment now that his dick would come from out of my damn throat. He was hitting that spot like only he could.

  No matter how hard I tried to out fuck him, I just couldn’t because he knew just the spot to hit that would cause my ass to start running from the dick. The way he was sliding my body up and down on his dick so roughly was driving me crazy. He somehow managed to turn me around, and I was able to keep the dick inside of me. Here I was, outside letting my nigga fuck my brains out without a care in the fuckin world. At that moment, our bodies became one. Fuckin at the same space; it was just beautiful.

  “Oooohh babbbyy righhht thereee,” I moaned, trying to lift my ass up so that I wouldn’t soak up the seats, but he held me tight by my waist and wouldn’t let me get up. “Babbbyy stoppp I don’t wanna cummm in the seatssss,” I moaned out, pushing at his chest with my hands.

  “Let me worry about these seats, you just take this dick” he told me, sucking on my breast, and I did just that and was cuming a few seconds later.

  “Fuck girl,” Otis grunted, and I knew that he had came inside of me. I laid there spent, trying to catch my damn breath. I swear I felt like I had just ran a damn race, fuckin around with Otis’ ass.

  “I love you baby, I can’t wait to see your sexy ass walking down that aisle tomorrow,” he said, kissing me after I had gotten my breathing under control.

  “I love you too baby,” I said, blushing.

  We fixed each other up, and Otis drove back around to the front of the hotel so I could get out.

  “Tell them strippers that they can take they asses home now. You need to get inside that bed and take your ass to sleep. We got a big day in the morning,” Otis said, squeezing my thigh.

  “Okay baby, I’ll call you as soon as I get in the room,” I said, leaning over to kiss him.

  When I got inside of the hotel, I walked over to the elevators. I took the elevator all the way to the 15th floor. I got out and when I was walking towards my room, I saw that there was someone standing by the ice machine. They were wearing black tights and a hoodie over their head. Even though their body was turned around, I could see it was a woman. I thought that that was kind of strange, but I literally paid it no attention as I continued to walk down the hall, headed for my room. When I walked by, she took the hoodie off her head and aimed her gun at me.

  “Didn’t think you’d see me again, huh bitch”? she asked me.

  Oh shit!

  Chapter 2: Ka’lani

  Here it was, going on three in the morning and Tisha’s bachelorette party has pretty much come to an end. The strippers had already left, and everybody else either went home or went inside their hotel rooms. It was just me, Tamika, and Kyla left in the room. There was no sign of Tisha anywhere. She left out like an hour ago and said she would be right back, never mentioning where she was going to. Knowing her ass, she probably snuck off to be with Otis or something.

  “Y’all know where Tisha went?” I asked Tamika and Kyla as I picked up empty cups and put them in the garbage bag I was carrying.

  “No, I seen when she left out but that was about an hour ago,” Kyla told me, stating the obvious.

  I thought that was kind of strange for Tisha to just up and disappear like that, especially for her own bachelorette party. After I finished cleaning up, I went into the bedroom where my daughter and Harmony were stretched out sleeping, like they just worked a 9 to 5. I walked over and kissed them both on the cheek, closed the door back, and sat at the kitchen table with my girls. I could have left the girls with my mom or dad, but I decided to just bring them along with us. After they were fed and everything, I put them in the adjacent room, and Tisha and myself were checking on them every five minutes during the party.

  All of a sudden, we heard commotion going on outside of our room. From the looks of things, it sounded like two females arguing. When I heard the word “bitch,” I instantly knew it was Tisha. My girls and I got up quick, fast, and in a hurry, and hurried out the room to see what was going on in the hallway. When we came close enough, we spotted Tisha arguing with some female. The female’s back was turned towards us, so we couldn’t make out who it was. She was holding a gun that was pointed towards Tisha’s chest, and she looked like she was about to pull that trigger any minute. First of
all, who comes to a hotel trying to kill somebody, knowing that this expensive ass hotel is surrounded with cameras! Second of all, how the fuck did her ass even get up here? Never mind that, how did the hoe even know what floor we were on?

  My girls and I crept up behind her, and I was able to slap the gun out of her hands. No questions were asked; as soon as that gun hit the floor, we started tagging that ass. I didn’t even know who the hell I was fighting, because the bitch had a hoodie over her head. In the midst of me giving this hoe kicks to the stomach, I finally took the chance and looked in the person’s face.

  What the fuck! I thought to myself. Leave it to Marshae to bring her dumb ass over here. I swear to God, I really did think this bitch was slow–delusional or something. It’s like, who goes this hard for a nigga that’s not even yours? Hell, a nigga that’s never even been yours in the first place!

  It was too late for me to even react before I knew it, the police had come and handcuffed all of our asses–except Kyla, because in the middle of us beating the shit out of old girl. Tisha yelled to her to go back in the room and watch the babies, which was a great idea!

  Otis

  I can’t believe it! Today is the day that a nigga is getting married! I knew from the first time that I laid eyes on Tisha that she would be the one I planned to spend the rest of my life with. It took some time, but damn it was all worth the wait. She probably would have never guessed that I would be the nigga that she planned on spending the rest of her life with. She put of that tough wall and didn’t wanted to let a nigga in at first, but I knew that eventually her ass would come around, which is why I never gave up whenever she would try and dodge a nigga. The chase that she put my ass through only made me want her more. I loved the fact that Tisha wasn’t easy; it made me respect her ass way more. She damn near waited five months to even give me some pussy. Let that would have been any other bitch; I would have been said fuck them and moved on to the next, but not with Tisha! I waited those little five months, and best believe that it was well worth the wait.

  I had just jumped out of my bed to prepare myself for one of the biggest days of my life. As I was preparing to get in the shower, I saw that my phone was vibrating on the dresser. I looked at the phone, and it was my nigga Ty calling.

  “What’s good nigga?” I said into the phone, excited as fuck. Shit, I had every reason to be excited. I was getting ready to marry the most beautiful woman in the world in a few hours.

  “Nigga, get down to the police station right now, they got Tisha and them,” he said into the phone.

  “Nigga what? I just left from being with Tisha not even more than four hours ago,” I said, throwing on my pants that I had on the night before.

  “Man, just get here,” Ty said, and then he hung up the phone.

  I grabbed my wallet, and I was out the door. The whole way over there, I was trying to figure out what in the hell Tisha and them could have possibly done to get their asses arrested–on our wedding day at that! I was just so fuckin confused, because after I dropped her back off at the front of the hotel, everything was good. I couldn’t understand what she could have done that was so bad that caused her ass to get arrested.

  When I pulled up, Ty, Lani, Tamika, Pat, and Tisha were standing outside the precinct talking amongst themselves. I parked the car, and I swear I was ready to get in Tisha’s shit for being so stupid. I didn’t even know what happened, but I was ready to get in her shit. She had our fuckin daughter with her at the hotel too.

  “What the fuck happened?” I asked to no one in particular. I just knew somebody better get to fuckin talking right now. There was a silence, and since I knew Tisha wasn’t going to say nothing because she knew I was pissed, Ka’lani did the honors and told me what happened. When she finished, I didn’t know what the hell to say. A part of me was mad at Tisha, but how could I be when she was fighting for her life? I walked over to Tisha and pulled her into me.

  “All this shit is your fault, Otis!” she screamed at me as she pounded on my chest repeatedly. I had to take a step back and make sure I heard her correctly. I knew she wasn’t about to blame this shit on me. I had no control over Marshae’s actions! She acted like I was the one up there with a gun pointed to her head.

  “How the fuck is this my fault?” I barked at her. She had pissed me off, just that quick.

  “If you didn’t call me down to the car just for a quickie, none of this shit would have fuckin happened!” she cried.

  At that point, we had a fuckin audience. As much as I didn’t want to have this conversation in front of everybody, I had to since Tisha wanted to be immature about the situation.

  She continued,” I told you it was bad luck for the bride to see the groom the day before the wedding. But you don’t listen, with your selfish ass!” she screamed at me.

  “Man Tisha, gone on with all that,” I said, trying to downplay the situation because I knew deep down inside that the shit that just happened was kind of my fault. Damn, I guess all that talk about bad luck really is true.

  “Tisha, please just chill, you out here causing a damn scene,” Lani told her, and Tisha continued to cry even harder with her extra dramatic ass.

  “I swear I fuckin hate you Otis, with your selfish ass!” she screamed at me, punching me in my chest.

  Now I felt like Tisha was trying to show off, so I had to take control of the situation right away. I walked over to her and jacked her up roughly, and told her to calm her ass down. I told my niggas and the girls bye as I damn near dragged a crying Tisha with me to the car. She knew damn well she didn’t hit me, but she got bold when she got around a crowd of people and felt as if they could protect her; I would still jack her ass up in front of every damn body out here, though.

  Chapter 3: Otis

  The whole ride back, the only thing that was heard coming from the car was the sounds of Tisha’s sniffles and the AC blowing. At that point, I could care less about those little crocodile tears coming from Tisha. Yes, I fucked up, I will admit that–but I will be damned if I were to let her clown on me like that in front of everybody. I’m still kind of in a shock right now due to the fact that Marshae is still alive. I mean, I remember when the shit made the news, but I didn’t think that hoe would remember every damn thing and come back trying to murk some shit. I remember every detail of that night. I remember Tisha letting off the whole clip in that hoe. That shit is crazy! That’s cool though, because next time I was to handle it, and I bet I wouldn’t miss it. The whole ride back, I hadn’t even noticed that our daughter wasn’t with us.

  “Where the fuck is Harmony?” I asked Tisha, turning down the air.

  “At the hotel with Kyla,” she sobbed, not even looking in my direction.

  “Tisha, quit with all that damn crying, we still going to get married. The wedding doesn’t start until 4, we got more than enough time,” I said to her, annoyed with all that extra crying. She looked at me like I had sprouted another head.

  “Nigga, if you think I’m getting ready to marry you right now, you got another thing coming,” she said, with too much bass in her voice for my liking. All of a sudden, all the tears stopped and she found her balls again. I quickly swerved the car around and pulled over on the side of the road.

  “What the fuck you mean you not marrying me today?” I asked her, not understanding what the fuck that comment was supposed to mean.

  “Exactly what I just said. I just can’t do it, not right now anyways. How the fuck do you expect me to marry you, being as though I just got released from jail! And for what? For fighting your dumb ass ex, the bitch you should have handled when we first got to together!” she spat.

  “So you mean to tell me you gon’ let a bitch disrupt of our day?” I yelled back.

  “Man, this don’t have shit to do with her. This isn’t how I envisioned my wedding day to be. I’m sorry Otis but I can’t,” she said with them damn tears starting back up. I swear her ass was emotional as fuck.

  I needed to get the fuck away
from Tisha’s ass right now, because I was likely gon’ choke the shit out of her any minute now. She gon’ let a bitch that means nothing to me get in the middle of us getting married. That shit got me feeling that maybe she didn’t even want to marry my ass in the first damn place. Maybe all of that shit was just too damn good to be true.

  “You know what Tisha, fuck you! Straight up,” I told her, and she looked at me in disbelief and didn’t even reply.

  If she was going to let something like this come between us, then fuck her! I wasn’t about to sit up there like no fuckin pussy and beg her ass to marry me because from the looks of things, she had already made up her mind. For the remainder of the ride to the hotel to pick up our daughter, I didn’t say shit to Tisha’s ass, and the way I was feeling, I didn’t know when the next time I said something to her would be.

  Tisha

  Here it was, two weeks after the day that I was supposed to be marrying the love of my life. I still couldn’t believe that shit, though. I was supposed to be somewhere in Jamaica right now, making love to my husband, instead of walking around the house moping. I hadn’t seen Otis since the day Otis and I were supposed to get married. This nigga didn’t even have the audacity to call and check to see if his daughter and I were okay. I was calling him every day, but he wouldn’t answer his phone for me for shit. Harmony and I could have been in there dying, and I couldn’t get in touch with his selfish ass. I knew he was mad at me, because when he told me fuck me the other day, those were the last words that he said to me. It wasn’t like I called the wedding off to be selfish or anything; I just felt like that wasn’t the right way to do it. No way in hell I was about to get married knowing that I had just bonded out of jail earlier that day. I just couldn’t do it, and I’m mad that Otis couldn’t agree with me on that. It wasn’t like I was saying that I would never marry him; I was just letting him know that I wanted to hold off on it for a while.