OKAY LEGIT I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY. ME AND MY PARTNER ARE IN SUCH A TIGHT SPOT FOR MONEY ATM AS WE ARE SAVING FOR A DEPOSIT ON A HOUSE. I GOT PAID DOUBLE WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO GET AND SO DID HE AND HONESTLY I CRIED SO MUCH TODAY IM SO HAPPY AND RELIEVED
Can't wait until you publish this! I hope everything works out best for you. I'll be the first to buy like "Yasss, that's my fav from tumblr!" Lol I think it's a great idea that you decided to use this to achieve a dream. Don't sell yourself short.
I love you!! This is made me smile. I'll be sure to thank all my little tumblr babies in the beginning of all my books cause y'all in a way pushed me to go further with this writing thing đđ
What's going on why you not finishing? Is something going on (personal reasons). This is so unlike you. You normally keep your promises to us.
I know honey but it's a little bit of everything. I'm just trying to really start working towards my goals and I have great ideas for this story and I just think publishing is best for me right now.
A smiled graced her soft features when she spotted the roses and teddy bear sitting on the edge of her bed, but thatâs not what really surprised her it was the tall sexy milk chocolate specimen stretched out across the King sized bed sleeping peacefully.
With a whisper like aww she took off her True Religion cream colored hoodie, sliding out of the matching sweatpants and climbing into the bed with her sleeping baby.
Crawling her slender body on top of him she pulled his Detroit Red Wings SnapBack from his face kissing his thick pink lips.
âBaby.â She whispered against him, smirking when he stirred in his sleep but still didnât budge. Sucking her teeth a devious grin spread across her glossed lips.
Clad in only a white Adidas sports bra and lavender Victoria Secret lace boy shorts she slid down sitting right on top of him. Still with the same playful glint in her eyes she grinded slowly on top of him reaching over and kissing his lips.
âCari.â
Unknowingly Sicario was wide awake but played sleep when he heard her come inside the house.
Feeling her soft round ass grind against his semi hardened wood. If she kept on she was bound to get the dick in her life.
âKeep playing with me.â She jumped from his deep voice and the tight grip he had on her small ass.
âHi baby.â Farrah smiled brightly at him wrapping her smooth brown arms around his neck. âI missed you.â
âI missed yo fine ass too. How was school and work?â Relaxing in his arms she proceeded to tell him all about her day.
Four months in Tallahassee, Florida Farrah got a job at working at Dollhouse, a fairly new hair salon not too far from campus. Not only was she smart but when it came to hair it was a given fact that her hands were blessed.
If she wasnât so passionate about child psychiatry she would pursue cosmetology. She only worked Thursday, Friday and a half a day Saturday and she loved every bit of her schedule.
âMhmm I see baby. What did you do today?â She looked over at the untouched teddy bear and flowers and back at her beautiful boyfriend.
She couldnât believe his persistent ass managed to wear her out. After so many noâs and constant attitudes anytime he approached her she gave in.
âWorked and missed you.â Blushing she buried her head in the crook of his neck.
âYou staying tonight?â Farrah nodded, it was a Friday she had no classes all her homework was caught up so she had the entire weekend to spend with her baby.
âYes but Bellaâs coming over so I can do her hair for her.â Sicario nodded, as long as he could spend the night with his woman he was cool.
âCool. What you cooking though? Ya nigga hungry.â Rolling her dark brown eyes she slid off him standing on the edge of the bed.
âYou lucky Iâm hungry.â Walking out of the room and down the hallway she made a left entering the a chefâs dream kitchen.
She loved Cariâs kitchen everything was so expensive and professional looking. Anytime she cooked she felt like she was performing with the best of them in Vegas.
Cutting on the Beats pill that sat next to the seasonings on the stainless steel counter she pressed play on her phone once she connected the device to the Bluetooth black speaker.
The melody of Destinyâs Child Brown Eyes softly played in the background as swayed her hips to the beat walking across the marbled floors to the refrigerator.
âCari you want Steak!â She yelled through the condo and almost jumped when she heard his voice in her ear.
âYeah babe.â Enclosing his arms around her bare waist he kissed her cheek and she blushed standing on the tip of her heels opening the refrigerator and grabbing the frozen steaks.
âCari let me go so I can cook.â Sicario squeezed her tightly once more before letting her go.
âAye cook enough my little cousin flying down here.â Farrah stopped what cutting up the potatoes and turned to him with a frown on her face.
Sicario smiled a boyish smile but it didnât phase her.
âSicario Iâm not your maid. Iâm your girlfriend and youâre going to talk to me as such.â
Sometimes he spoke to her like she was the help and it pissed her off. It was no secret that he had surpassed the meaning of spoiled and thought the world should stop when he said stop and go when he said go. Thatâs where he and Farrah bumped heads a lot.
âIâm sorry ma can do you mind cooking enough for everybody?â She nodded taking out two more steaks from the freezer and running them under cold water with the other two steaks.
The two sat in the kitchen talking and laughing when the intercom next to the door buzzed startling them both.
âCari what time is he coming?â She half expected it to be Bella but she wasnât due to show up for another two hours.
âNah he just got to the airport.â It was only one other person who knew where Sicario laid his head at and Farrah rolled her eyes at the realization, her attitude now on full blast.
âChill.â He warned but Farrah waved him off slamming the meat beater in her hand into the sink and walking into the back of the room.
Sicario didnât have time to go check on her because his iPhone was ringing along with the intercom.
âIâm coming damn.â He snapped pressing the button to let his guest up.
âFuck you! You got us sitting out here like we some fucking peasants.â She snapped hanging up on him.
Five minutes later the front door was being opened just as Farrah walked out now dressed in a black and neon colored Nike leggings and with the matching tight fitted Nike hoodie.
Her curly hair was all over her head making her look like a sexy lioness. Sicario shifted in his stance fixing the front of his Jordan sweats. She looked at him rolling her eyes and going in the kitchen.
âDaddy!!!â The little five year with full of energy ran into his arms and he picked her up kissing all over her high yellow skin.
âWhatâs up daddyâs princess.â Skylar giggled pushing her daddyâs face from hers.
Chyna sucked her teeth noticing Farrah in the kitchen. âI told you I didnât want that bitch around my daughter.â Brushing her long Eurasian curly weave from her face she practically yelled the word bitch just so Farrah could hear her.
âChildish ass ho.â Farrah spoke loud enough but didnât scream.
Sicario sighed kissing Skylar and sitting her down. âPrincess go put your stuff in your room.â Skylar nodded running into her room but stopped and ran back in the spacious living room.
âBye mommy! I love you.â Chyna smiled her dimples deepening as she bent down to kiss her baby girl.
Sicario would never take away the fact that Chyna was a great mother she was just bitter and messy because she still wanted him.
Chyna was with him in Miami when he met Farrah. Farrah was the reason Chyna and Sicario werenât together, at least thatâs what Chyna convinced herself of.
âI love you too Sky.â Once the energetic five year old was out of earshot Chyna glared at Sicario.
Her brown eyes shooting daggers at him.
Chyna was beautiful. Thick in all the right places high yellow like her daughter full pouty lips, educated and could cook well with a head game that made a nigga want to put a ring on it. The only problem was Chyna was the epitome of insecure and messy.
Sicario just wasnât feeling it anymore and Chyna couldnât seem to understand that.
âAlright she good why you still here Chy?â Running his hands over his face and twisting his growing beard he looked in the kitchen seeing Farrah on the phone aggressively cooking.
He smirked at her and Chyna sucked her teeth watching the father of her child fawn over this little ass girl.
âI mean I am still standing here.â
Leaning against the wall he looked at Chyna shaking his head.
âWhatâs up Chy?â
Chyna walked towards him standing close enough to kiss his lips. âWhy you doing this to us? Huh Cari? You got my baby crying every night for her daddy when you laid up with this bitch.â
Farrah heard the conversation and once she put the steaks in the oven and turned the potatoes on low she walked into the living room boiling at this bitch boldness.
âSicario you got five seconds to get this bitch out yo space or Iâm gone do it for you.â
People underestimated Farrahâs ability because she was so small and young but she grew up and around boys, learned how to fight from her dad and brother.
She wasnât scared to fight a man and damn sure wasnât scared to fight a female.
âWho the fuck is you taking to? Little girl you donât want these problems for real. Now go back in the kitchen and be a good temporary and fix my man some food.â
Sicario stepped back glaring at Chyna clenching his jaw.
âYou know what. If it wasnât for that little girl in there I would have no problem tagging that ass.â Licking her lips Farrah stared at Sicario with disappointment.
âIâll be back.â Grabbing her car keys she left the two of them to sort their own shit out. She needed to get away before little Skylar became motherless.
âWhatâs the matter pooh?â Walking through Governorâs Square mall Farrah rolled her eyes at the stores it was evident that she was missing Lenox mall so badly.
âI canât do this La. I thought I could but Iâm too young to be playing step mommy and dealing with a jealous vindictive ass baby mama.â Farrah sighed going into the PINK store.
La nodded filling her toes on her bed. âI told you not to get involved with him Rah.â
Holding the phone between her cheek and ear she picked up a cute jacket rolling her eyes.
âShut up you get you a little boo and now you playing Dr. Phil.â She replied back jokingly while La laughed.
âIâm just saying though. No but for real I would just beat her ass one good time and see if she try to boss up on you again.â Farrah raised her freshly threaded eyebrow at her best friend.
âLet me find out yo lil boo is turning my best friend out.â Layliana was always so prissy and spoke proper so to hear her speaking like this was surprising and comical.
âUhh no.â She giggled thinking about Micah and then thinking about the incident that took place a couple of weeks ago.
âYeah so anyway whatâs been up. How you liking the country?â
She didnât even have to think twice about it. âI hate it best friend. I mean Bella and I are in Miami every chance we get. Cari hates it when I go down there for whatever reason but I donât care. All I do is go to school, study, do hair and lay up under Cari when Iâm not with Bella. Aside from that though iâm loving the college life. If Cari canât get his baby mama in check iâll gladly hit up one of these Nupes.â
Lay laughed but rolled her eyes upon hearing Bellaâs name. Farrah was her best friend not hers and she made plans to let that be known.
âHmph. Well I have to go I have class in a hour and I need to shower.â Farrah smirked twisting a strand of her hair.
âYouâre so jealous and eww bitch itâs going on three and you just now getting your funky ass in the shower.â Turning up her nose she threw a couple of yoga pants and matching shirts in her little shopping bag.
Layliana laughed into the phone swinging her feet off the bed. âI been asleep most of the day so leave me alone.â
âNo ho. Go brush yo funky ass breath La!â Her eyes was watering from laughing so hard and Layliana wasnât helping since she was laughing too.
âIâm still the baddest bitch on campus so I donât care.â
Amused Farrah went over to the underwear shaking her head at the 7 for 27 sign. That wasnât no damn sale but she was on a budget called Cari so she was getting every pair that had her size.
âYeah and the funkiest too. Goodbye La Iâll talk to you later.â
âOk love you best friend!â
âI love you more baby.â Once the girls hung up Farrah nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a light tap on her shoulder followed by her name.
âFarrah!â Turning around the once confused expression turned to recognition when she seen her boss and associate in the store.
âHey Niy! How are you?â Hugging her briefly she took a good look at her seeing her dressed in a pair of designer jeans, a Burberry short sleeved shirt with the matching shoes and expensive belt.
Niy was definitely from Detroit with her Cartier rimless glasses and attire.
âIâm good baby. How are you? I came up to the shop to see if you could curl my hair for me but they said you left.â Laniya was missing her city and hair stylist Kendra, so when she found Farrah she gladly hired her and made her, her personal hair stylist until she went back home.
âYou couldâve called me. So whatâs up?â Laniya grabbed a few items of her own throwing them in her identical shopping bag.
âGirl nothing. Itâs so boring out here I canât wait until winter break.â Farrah agreed pressing ignore on her ringing phone when she seen Cari was calling.
Two hours later. He got me messed up.
âLet me guess he made you mad?â Laniya knew bits and pieces of Farrahâs boyfriend from her discussing it at the shop.
âI need him to get it together and quick. These niggas act like they ainât replaceable.â She huffed walking towards the register with Laniya right by her.
Laniya nodded thinking about AJ. He was like the poster child for ainât shit niggas and she actually loved his ainât shit ass.
Licking her plump lips she went to respond back to her when she felt arms slither around her waist.
âYou ready yet?â Farrahâs mind had to be playing tricks on her because that voice only belonged to one person.
âNobody asked you to come. I said meet me there.â
I need to stop smoking that shit, she scolded herself still not turning around to see if her accusations were right.
Shifting her feet she smiled at the cashier who called her over placing her items on the counter.
âHey Farrah this is the one I was telling you about.â Shaking her head she honestly couldnât believe this is the person Niy had gotten pregnant by. Â Giving them a plastic smile she stared at AJ who face said it all.
âI know who he is Niy. Whatâs up AJ?â Laniya arched her eyebrow but something clicked. She had seen them together before and also in a couple pictures on Instagram but they were always with some high yellow girl with curly hair.
âWhatâs good Skittles? I ainât know that was you.â Rolling her eyes she smiled at Laniya handing the cashier four hundred dollar bills waiting for her change, receipt and bags.
âAlright Niy Iâll catch you later. Just text me and Iâll curl your hair for you.â Laniya nodded but it was evident her mind was somewhere else.
They both watched as she walked away and all AJ could do was hope she didnât open her mouth to anyone.
âI said this nigga was a dog.â Farrah said to no one in particular as she headed out the mall and back to her baby.
Dealing with Chyna seemed like a piece of cake versus the bullshit she could only imagine Samirra was going through.
