Your Man Chose Me by Racquel Williams Page A

This couldn’t be real. There was no way in hell me and Ayana were fucking the same damn nigga and neither one of us knew it. The big question was, did he know he was fucking two best friends? I cried until my eyes started to burn and my head started to hurt. I wished I had someone to talk to, but the only person I could talk to was the woman of the man I was fucking.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    Ayana
    I didn’t know what breeze blew Tiana’s ass over here, but the bitch acted like she was the shit ever since she started college. She must have known that I wouldn’t fool with her ass. It was hard for me to keep a straight face when she came over here. The reality was I didn’t fuck with that bitch like that. It pissed me off even more when she sat up here acting like the nigga she was fucking was the shit. Bitch, please. It was only a matter of time before that nigga saw right through that “made in China” bitch. That bitch would find out soon that her shit stank just like the rest of ours. I couldn’t wait for the day when that bitch called me crying the fucking blues. The bitch pissed me off when she started talking ’bout my mama. That bitch must not have remembered that it was my drunken mother who fed her hungry ass and put a roof over her head. I saw her ass cleaned that shit up fast, ’cause I was ready to knock that bitch’s head off for real.
    I kept calling Anthony’s phone because it was now turned on again, but he still wasn’t picking up. I got into my car and decided to drive around to all the spots that I knew he could possibly be chilling at. I grabbed my little. 25 and put in my purse. I got it while I was dancing at the club. You can never be too careful; especially when you dance, these old lame-ass niggas be trying it.
    I got on I-20 and headed to Decatur. I tried to see if I spotted his car anywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. I decided to head to the barber shop on Candler Road; that’s where most of the hood niggas hung out at. The barber shop was really a front for the dope shop. All the dope boys be there and all the thirsty bitches be there also.
    I pulled up on the side and checked my hair to make sure I was on point. I saw some of them hating-ass bitches standing outside so I sashayed past them and walked into the shop.
    I walked over to Big Mike’s stall. “Hey, Big Mike, you seen Ant?”
    â€œHey, Ayana. Nah. I seen that nigga earlier today.”
    â€œOh, okay, thanks.” As I proceeded to walk out, that’s when Tahj’s bitch-ass sister walked in front of me.
    â€œI see somebody looking for their baby daddy.” She chuckled.
    â€œBitch, get the fuck out of my way. Since you fucking him, you should be wondering where he at also.”
    â€œNo, honey, like you said I’m only fucking him. He’s your dick and you’re his baby mama so that’s your job to worry about him. I only fuck him and get the money.”
    By the time the words left that ho’s mouth, I had jumped on her. I started taking punches at that ho’s face.
    â€œFight, fight,” I heard the other bitches screaming; and a crowd rushed over.
    That bitch was matching my blows, but I was determined not to lose this fight. I stomped that bitch so hard blood started spilling out of her mouth.
    â€œThat’s enough,” I heard Big Mike yell. He snatched me up in the air and carried me to the back of the store.
    â€œPut me down,” I yelled. I was angry and I was ready to finish whupping that bitch’s ass.
    â€œMan, chill out! What’s wrong with you, out here showing out like this? Ant gon’ be pissed as hell when he finds out that you been out here fighting.”
    â€œFuck Ant. All y’all knew he was fucking that ol’ raggedy-ass bitch, but y’all kept it on the low. Matter of fact, fuck all y’all for real. Now let me fucking go.”
    â€œI’ma press charges on that bitch,”