Loving Angel 2 (6 page)

She was always throwing flirtatious smiles my way and if it was a couple years ago I would have been inside her without a second thought
, but these days I was trying to do right by my wife.

I took the papers she offered and after looking them over I wrote my John Hancock on the designated lines.

“Thank you,” she smiled when I returned the documents to her and swished her cute little ass from the room.

“That bitch is just begging to be fucked,” Delco commented from his place on the couch against one of the office walls.

“Why don’t you fuck her then?”

“She definitely doesn’t want my dick.
I’m not the one she’s throwing heated looks,” he explained running a hand over his long braids and sighing as though he was exhausted. “Plus I got too many problems with the two bitches I already got to add another one to the roster.”

I laughed at him. “That’s what happens when you try to have two main chicks instead of one.”

“Man you don’t even understand,” he complained. “I love them both so how can I even choose. Maria has been there for me when I needed her the most. If she didn’t claim that drugs the cops found in the car I would be serving life upstate because of my priors. How can I even think about choosing someone else over her when she rode for me like that? I love Daisy too, She’s about to have my seed and I can’t even imagine leaving her while she’s pregnant.”

I didn’t know what t
o tell him. I was just happy that I wasn’t the one walking in his shoes, because no matter what he did someone was going to get hurt and none of them deserved it. When I thought about his situation it made me highly appreciative of my family.

That night when I got home my wife was lying in bed watching TV with our sleeping son snuggled against her side. The kid was always sleeping in our bed. On nights when I wanted some pussy I had to wait for him to fall asleep so I could deposit him in his own bed.

I gave Angel a quick kiss and placed the bouquet of roses I had bought for her on her lap.

“You’re home early tonight.” She smiled after taking a whiff of the flowers.

“A nigga can’t have his wife complaining that he’s not spending enough time at home,” I replied gi
ving her a kiss on the neck that time.

“Thank you bay.”

I loved how much my wife appreciated the little things I did to make her happy. Some bitches would just be happy when a nigga gave them jewelry, clothes, cars or that type of shit. Sexy was also happy about the non-material things such as me preparing breakfast or dinner, coming in at a sensible hour or taking time to go to the park with her and Ricky.

After murdering a plate of mashed potatoes with gravy and fried chicken my wife had left for me in t
he microwave, I took a shower and crawled into bed with my family. I had my wife on one side and my son on the other with a pillow at the edge of the bed so he couldn’t roll off.

I ran my fingers through Angel’
s hair as she laid her head on my chest. It was moments like those that made me feel completely at peace. If only my brother would get in line I wouldn’t have anything to worry about when it came to family. “Did Chance come home yet?”

“Not sure,” she mumbled with
a yawn. “You know he’s been staying out a lot later and sometimes not coming home at all.”

I couldn’t understand what was keeping that lit
tle nigga in Harlem so much. I was hoping it wasn’t anything that would get him in trouble. The last time he was in trouble in Harlem he ended up with a bunch of bullets in his body and I had a war on my hands seeking retribution.

CHAPTER SEVEN

ANGEL

It was finally the day of Tyga’s club opening and my cousins and I were at Theresa’s getting our hair and nails done in preparation for the party. We always had to have our game on point because bitches would just love to catch us slipping on our appearance.

Daisy had gotten her hair done in a short Halley Berry cu
t and dyed it chestnut brown. My girl was looking gorgeous. The hair color was really bringing out the color of her beautiful light brown eyes and with all the weight she had lost her body was going to be banging in the dress she was planning on wearing tonight. My girl still didn’t have an ass for shit, but with that face, she really didn’t need one.

Keya was currently getting a new twenty-six inch Peruvian weave sewn into her hair. And of all the colors she could have
picked, she chose auburn red with her dark ass self. I wasn’t sure how that shit was going to turn out, but with the skills Theresa had I was hoping she would be able to help my cousin pull it off.

Theresa had washed my hair and given it a layered cut. Afterwards, she blow dried it until it was beauti
ful, shiny and bouncy. I had to admit that my shit was looking fabulous.

Nancy was hooking my nails up while Daisy sat with her hands under the nail dryer
.

“Girl you wouldn’t believe who dropped in the other day,” Theresa was saying to Keya as she worked on her hair. “Because the shop has been hella busy today I almost forgot to tell you.”

“Who?”

“You remember that chick Carla you were hanging with that summer a couple years back? The one whose ass Angel had to beat because she kept accusing her of sleeping with her man.”

How could any of us forget Jayvon’s baby mama? She brought nothing but drama to my life for an entire summer, although I had zero interest in her baby daddy. It’s sad to say, but Von committed suicide a couple of months after I told him that Carter had HIV and he should get tested because he had been sleeping with Keya without protection. I felt bad for him when I heard about it and always wondered if he had tested positive and took his life because he didn’t want to live with the virus.

“Damn right we remember that bitch. What happened to her?” Daisy interjected before her sister could respond.

“The hoe showed up in here the other day to get her hair done,” Nancy answered, shaking her head sadly. “You should have seen the poor thing too. She was looking a hot mess.”

“How was she looking a hot mess?” I wondered curiously.

“That girl lost so much damn weight she’s looking like nothing but skin and bones,” Theresa replied with a look of disgust on her face. “And she was carrying this really weird scent. I wonder if she’s on drugs, or if it’s some type of disease.” It was as though she still smelled Carla’s scent the way she was scrunching up her nose.

I was also wondering if Carla had some type of disease,
specifically HIV/AIDS. If so we all knew where it came from.

I looked over at my cousin
, but she didn’t seem affected by what she had just heard. Daisy was also looking at her sister with a thoughtful look on her face that told me the same wheels that were turning in my head were also turning in hers. Did Keya have HIV and wasn’t revealing it, or did she have it and didn’t know because she kept her word and hadn’t gotten tested?

“That bitch was always on the busted side,” Keya snickered with a carefree attitude.

“Well she’s way past busted now,” our manicurist divulged as she painted my nails with a violet nail polish. “Didn’t her baby daddy commit suicide because he found out he had AIDS?”

“Could have sworn someone told us something to that effect,” Theresa revealed. “Weren’t you messing around with him Keya?”

Nancy and Theresa exchanged a knowing look with each other. It was then I realized that they were just fishing for a confirmation to what they already believed; Keya had given Von AIDS and he had transferred it to Carla.

“Yeah
, I used to mess with him,” Keya confirmed in a huff. “But that was a long ass time ago.”

The hair stylist and the manicurist exchanged another significant look
, but dropped the subject and moved on to another topic. Unfortunately that topic also involved Keya. I don’t think either of them had forgiven my cousin for betraying me in the past although she had come through for me when I needed her. I had forgiven her for sleeping with Von and becoming friends with Carla. At my most dire hour, when I was waiting for Boss to return and finish what he had started, she came to my rescue and for that I would be eternally grateful.

“You’re still working at Glitter Keya?” Nancy inquired.

“Damn right I’m still working there. You can’t imagine the amount of money I’m making. About two weeks ago I met this baller that gave me two grand for a lap dance,” she boasted.

I gave her a skeptical look. I didn’t know what type of man would pay that much money to see a stripper shake her ass.

“Please tell me who’s coming out of pocket like that to see you take off your clothes,” Daisy said dubiously, earning a glare from her sister.

“His name is Dread and he’s paid. I mean like Tyga paid. I’ve been kicking it with h
im for the past couple of weeks and he’s coming to the party with me tonight, so you’ll see what I’m talking about,” Keya announced proudly. From the sound of her voice you could tell that she was into the dude, which was a first for her. Usually she just wanted to get into a nigga’s pockets and that was it. “Soon Angel won’t be the only one toting around a big fat ring and a big fat bank account.”

“Keya you’re sounding like you really like this one
, or at least his big fat bank account,” Theresa joked.

“When hasn’t Keya liked a nigga’s money?” Nancy laughed and we all had to join in on that one
. If you knew my cousin you had to know that she was all about a dude’s paper.

“Bitch
please, everybody knows I’m about my money first. There is no shame in my game, so of course I’m going to like a dude more if he has some fat pockets. Plus this one has a fat dick to go along with those fat pockets. The first time I saw that shit I almost fainted. It was so fucking big and beautiful.”

We all laughed our asses off at how infatuated my cousin seemed to be with the man’s dick.

“So, did you handle it when he put it on you?” Nancy wanted to know.

“Bitch please.
I worked that motherfucker over so good, I’m sure he’s in love with me right now. Talking ‘bout he wants me to be his wifey. Ya’ll don’t even know the power of this pussy.”

“That’s what I’m talking about gir
l,” Theresa high-fived her.

I couldn’t wait to meet the mysterious Dread that seemed to be getting inside my cousin
’s head. Hopefully he was everything my girl thought he was. Although she had done some shitty things to me, she still deserved a chance at happiness.

CHAPTER EIGHT

ANGEL

My bay and I pulled up to the club in his brand new Rolls Royce Phantom looking like the ghetto superstars we were. We were stunting a bit, but I thought the occasion called for it, since it was my man’s club opening.

I was rocking a red Roberto Cavalli dress that had cost
my husband twelve stacks. It had spaghetti straps, only covered one shoulder, fitted my body like a glove from the bust to the hips and then flowed freely all the way to my ankles. It had a show stopping split on the right side that traveled all the way from my lower hip to the floor baring an entire leg.

I accessorized the dress with a pair o
f iced out platinum and diamond chandelier earrings, a platinum and diamond tennis bracelet I had got as part of my anniversary gift last year, some cream colored Red Bottoms and a matching Chanel clutch.

My husband wasn’t lacking o
n his swag either. He was wearing a cream colored Armani suit that was fitted to perfection on his tall muscular frame, a pair of five carat platinum and diamond earrings, an Audemars Piguet watch on his wrist, a diamond ring on his pinky finger and some black Red Bottoms on his feet.

We left the car in the employee parking lot and headed for the front entrance of the building.

The line to get inside Adore was so damn long it seemed as though it wrapped around the entire block. I thanked God that I didn’t have to wait in that shit. As my husband and I walked hand in hand we garnered no small amount of attention. People just stared at us, or whispered behind our backs. I knew the niggas wanted me and the bitches wanted to be me, so I didn’t even let their reactions affect me.

After being waved through the doors by the bouncers
, we made our way through the throng of party goers and took the elevator up to the VIP. Our friends, family members and Tyga’s business associates filled the entire top level of the club. It was on reserve for the night and our guest would be enjoying an endless supply of free liquor. When we entered the room they all stood and applauded us in welcome as they lifted their drinks in salute. We made our rounds to thank people we knew for coming out and supporting us. After that we took a seat on a sofa in the lounge area occupied by Daisy, Mina, Chance, the guys from my bay’s crew and a couple other people I didn’t recognize. I got myself a glass of Cristal as Tyga sipped on some Ace of Spades while puffing on a blunt Lux had rolled for him.