just followed another car in to the gated community, and parked in the for sale property across the street from Peach.
I watch as Peach walks down her driveway, picks up her newspaper and checks the mail like she’s a regular soccer mom. Who knew hoes cared about current events? Who knew hoes could read?
Honestly, I’m not sure what I’m doing here. I don’t know if I want a confrontation with this chick. I really don’t do drama that well. I’m too classy for all that. But finding out that I’m not carrying Rod’s baby has left me feeling desperate.
What if I can’t ever have a child for Rod? Then what am I going to do if he decides to leave? He was smart enough to make me sign a prenup, but now I wish I had refused. Rod was crazy about me back then – he would’ve still married me.
So now, I’m going to do what I should’ve done when I first found out about this tramp. I’m gonna tell that jump off to learn her place.
As Peach heads back up the driveway, I walk across the street. I’m wearing flats this time in case I have to get rowdy.
“ Peach! I need a word with you.”
She spins on one of her stiletto heels and faces me as I approach. She stands akimbo looking like a stripper version of black Wonder Woman, but the smile on her face is what causes me to feel faintly alarmed.
“Dionne,” she says. “It took you long enough. I’ve been expecting a visit from you for years.”
Years. Years?
“ I see you looking real crazy right now, so allow me to elaborate,” Peach continues. “I’ve been with Rod for four years. The only reason I don’t have him full-time is because I don’t want him full-time. So before you start tripping, I need you to know that I’m the one who saved your marriage.”
She’s talking, but all I hear is noise. I’m calculating, reminiscing and remembering. Four years ago.
Four years ago, Rod and I were in a good place. If Rod was cheating, it wasn’t even on my radar. He had just crossed the fifty million mark on all of his combined assets. We moved into our mansion, and he bought me a fabulous eight carat princess-cut, pink diamond ring for our anniversary.
Four years ago Rod promised me that he was leaving all of the groupies behind and that it was all about us. We were going to start a family four years ago.
But four years ago he was starting a family with a weave wearing stripper.
Finally, I compose myself enough to respond. “You won’t ever take my place.”
Peach laughs. “Did you hear anything I said? I don’t want your place. Look at what I have. My home, my cars, my clothes, vacations, shopping sprees. Paid for by Rod. My daughter goes to private school and has a nanny. And I don’t have to pick up Rod’s dirty drawers.”
“ My maids do that.” My response sounds lame to my own ears, as did my declaration. She obviously doesn’t want to be married to Rod, or to take my place.
But if she doesn’t want any of that, then what does she want? I’ve never heard of a side piece that wants to stay a side piece forever.
“ You know what? Girl, bye! I thought you were coming over here like a real woman. You haven’t even told me to step off. If you had, maybe I would respect your tired self. I see now why Rod is creeping. You ain’t got no fire.”
Suddenly, a question occurs to me. “If you’re such a bad chick, and all your bills are paid, then why are you still flipping around a pole every night?”
“ Because I love it. Every man that steps into that club worships me. Including your man.”
Peach’s cell phone rings. And she answers it. “Hi baby… Your wife’s out of town? Of course you can come over for lunch. I’ll make that shrimp pasta you love.”
Peach looks at me and holds a finger up to her lips for me to be quiet. Then she mouths the words, It’s Rod. I feel as if I’m sinking. Shock, anger and
I watch as Peach walks down her driveway, picks up her newspaper and checks the mail like she’s a regular soccer mom. Who knew hoes cared about current events? Who knew hoes could read?
Honestly, I’m not sure what I’m doing here. I don’t know if I want a confrontation with this chick. I really don’t do drama that well. I’m too classy for all that. But finding out that I’m not carrying Rod’s baby has left me feeling desperate.
What if I can’t ever have a child for Rod? Then what am I going to do if he decides to leave? He was smart enough to make me sign a prenup, but now I wish I had refused. Rod was crazy about me back then – he would’ve still married me.
So now, I’m going to do what I should’ve done when I first found out about this tramp. I’m gonna tell that jump off to learn her place.
As Peach heads back up the driveway, I walk across the street. I’m wearing flats this time in case I have to get rowdy.
“ Peach! I need a word with you.”
She spins on one of her stiletto heels and faces me as I approach. She stands akimbo looking like a stripper version of black Wonder Woman, but the smile on her face is what causes me to feel faintly alarmed.
“Dionne,” she says. “It took you long enough. I’ve been expecting a visit from you for years.”
Years. Years?
“ I see you looking real crazy right now, so allow me to elaborate,” Peach continues. “I’ve been with Rod for four years. The only reason I don’t have him full-time is because I don’t want him full-time. So before you start tripping, I need you to know that I’m the one who saved your marriage.”
She’s talking, but all I hear is noise. I’m calculating, reminiscing and remembering. Four years ago.
Four years ago, Rod and I were in a good place. If Rod was cheating, it wasn’t even on my radar. He had just crossed the fifty million mark on all of his combined assets. We moved into our mansion, and he bought me a fabulous eight carat princess-cut, pink diamond ring for our anniversary.
Four years ago Rod promised me that he was leaving all of the groupies behind and that it was all about us. We were going to start a family four years ago.
But four years ago he was starting a family with a weave wearing stripper.
Finally, I compose myself enough to respond. “You won’t ever take my place.”
Peach laughs. “Did you hear anything I said? I don’t want your place. Look at what I have. My home, my cars, my clothes, vacations, shopping sprees. Paid for by Rod. My daughter goes to private school and has a nanny. And I don’t have to pick up Rod’s dirty drawers.”
“ My maids do that.” My response sounds lame to my own ears, as did my declaration. She obviously doesn’t want to be married to Rod, or to take my place.
But if she doesn’t want any of that, then what does she want? I’ve never heard of a side piece that wants to stay a side piece forever.
“ You know what? Girl, bye! I thought you were coming over here like a real woman. You haven’t even told me to step off. If you had, maybe I would respect your tired self. I see now why Rod is creeping. You ain’t got no fire.”
Suddenly, a question occurs to me. “If you’re such a bad chick, and all your bills are paid, then why are you still flipping around a pole every night?”
“ Because I love it. Every man that steps into that club worships me. Including your man.”
Peach’s cell phone rings. And she answers it. “Hi baby… Your wife’s out of town? Of course you can come over for lunch. I’ll make that shrimp pasta you love.”
Peach looks at me and holds a finger up to her lips for me to be quiet. Then she mouths the words, It’s Rod. I feel as if I’m sinking. Shock, anger and
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