I kinda wish he woulda cheated maybe them Naomi would stop being such a boring bitch and make Chris jealous once she found out and she turn into a how because her blowing his phone up ain't where it's at damnnnnn he shoulda fucked her or ATLEAST got his dick sucked'!!!! Lol w.e
Child !!!! How could Erin do such a thing ! I'm glad naomi called him when she did and he better just forget this ever happened. He needs to go to a comedy show and then watch gladys knight perform ! He don't need no more strip clubs lol, if anything naomi need to surprise erin out there and give him so real good loving and leave the babies with his parents lol !! Its really sad that they really don't have any friends but that will just make them closer. But great chapter !!!!
"Now boarding flight 130 to Las Vegas. Doors are opening." The announcer said over the intercom. I grabbed my bags and headed towards the main gate. It was the three of us. Me, Jacob, and Marcus. I guess I could call them my best friends, well, the closest thing to that. They’re on my design team and decided that I needed a break from Naomi and "live" again. Can’t say that I don’t agree.
"I’m telling you man, it’s gonna be great. Parties, strippers, food.. everything men want in life." Jacob laughed as we boarded the plane.
"I promised Naomi that I would behave." I shrugged
"Behave?" Marcus scoffed. "Look man, I’ve been married for 8 years and Alicia never lets me off. This is your time to shine bruh. I’m telling you. Get it all out now before it’s too late."
"He’s right." Jacob added in. "Cause once you say I do? That’s it. No turning back unless you want to pay an ass load of child support and alimony."
I sucked my teeth at their words. A part of me knew that they were right. This was my last chance to really do what I want. Lets face it, I have three kids at home there’s no way I can do this after I fully commit myself to Naomi. I gotta live it up before it’s too late.
"So what do you say man? You in for some Hangover type shit?" Jacob asked
"Yeah.. I’m in." I said
The three of us walked into the decked out private lounge area. Clad in suits and shades, I must say, I was the finest motherfucker in the room. Bottles of every expensive liquor imaginable lined the table and there were poles at each end of the table for the strippers to dance on. Naturally, I had the best view. Chocolate, long dark hair, and a fat ass. Jesus has answered my prayers.
I threw my first shot back as she danced on the pole to Rack City by Tyga. I was in another zone. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t the boss, the boyfriend, or the father. I was just your average 21 year old. I had no worries. Was it the liquor? Probably. But hey, I’m in Vegas and plan on getting fucked up.
I downed my 4th shot of the night as she came and gave me a lap dance. Ass. Everywhere. Got damn, I haven’t seen this much in… well, never. I never had the chance to do shit like this. We all know how I was before I met Naomi.. and how I am now. So, I didn’t have experiences like this. Made me realize that I don’t have any fun memories of just me and my boys.
It’s all kind of pathetic if you ask me. The guys didn’t know about my past and I wasn’t planning on telling them. You could say that I felt some type of way about missing out. Sometimes I—nevermind. It’s the liquor talking. I let her finish the lap dance, to which I was no longer entertained. Over-thinking can really kill the mood.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. ‘My Sweetest Love’, which was Naomi came flashing on the screen. Talk about a mood killer. I got up from my seat and told the guys that I’d be right back. I went into the bathroom to take the call. “Hello.”
"Hey baby!" Naomi said, I could practically hear the smile in her voice.
"What’s up? Why you so happy?" I laughed
"Because! Jennifer just called me, she said that they’ll be able to do an ice sculpture of our family for the wedding." She gushed
"That’s great babe." I said. It’s not that I’m not interested, it’s just.. random.
"I know you don’t care, I can hear it in your voice." She said. "But that’s okay. Cause I have another surprise!"
"Go on.." I said
"Guess whose coming to townnnnnn!" She laughed
"Santa?" I asked. She sucked her teeth.
"No! Your family!" She said. My eyes got wide as if she could see me.
"What? When?" I asked. My mother would have a heart attack if she came over and found out that I wasn’t there because I went to Vegas.
"Umm, Sunday I think." She said. I was supposed to come back Sunday morning. I guess it wasn’t too bad. We had an early afternoon flight. I’m sure Naomi could keep them busy.
"Oh, okay." I said
"Mhmm. So, are you having a good time?" She asked
"Yeah, it’s awesome." I said
"Do I really want to ask what you’ve been doing?" She laughed
"Nah, you probably don’t." I laughed along.
"Just….. don’t get anyone pregnant…. and don’t die either." She said. "And don’t pretend that this is The Hangover."
"What? Why not?" I sucked my teeth. "It’d be great."
"No, it wouldn’t. I need you back here in one piece." She said
"Fine, fine. I’ll keep it at a minimum." I laughed. "What about your party? How’s that coming along?"
"Ehhh. I don’t think I’m having one." She said
"Awww. Why?" I asked. I secretly wanted her to have a party. She’s been so stressed lately and needs a break. Plus, it would free my conscious if she were to do what I’m doing.
"I don’t know.." She sighed. "Sara and Kendra think I should have one but there’s no one to watch the babies and lets face it, I have no friends." We both laughed.
"Hey, I don’t have any friends either. Don’t feel bad." I said. "But forreal, you should do something. Have fun cause after this you’re stuck with me."
"Oh joy.." She said, sarcasm oozing out of her voice.
"Don’t say it like that. I’m your one and only. It doesn’t get much better than me." I said
"You’re so cocky." She said, suppressing a laugh.
"But you love me so it doesn’t matter." I said
"Mhmmm. But I’m gonna let you get back to… whatever you’re doing. I have laundry to do." She said
"You’re such a prune. But I love you." I said, making kissing noises into the phone.
"I love you too." She laughed. "Come say goodnight to your children."
"Why are they still up?" I asked. I looked down at my watch, it was 10:30. No infant should be up that late.
"They’ve been sleeping all day since you’ve been gone. They’re wide awake now." She said, less than enthused.
"That better be the real reason." I said. "You better not be giving my kids those little baby bottle pops."
"Shut up and talk to your kids." She said. Her voice was mumbled as she talked to the babies in her kiddy voice. "Say hi to dada." I heard giggling and cooing in the background. Any previous thoughts I had about what my life could’ve been went out the window. I was happy with what I had. A beautiful fiance and 3 amazing children. They were all I needed. Things like this can stay at an occasions pace.
"Hi babiesss. Listen, I know you’re stuck with boring old mommy for the weekend but I promise when I get back we’re gonna have fun. Just the four of us. I love you guys." I said
"They’re asleep now." Naomi said, coming back on the line. "Sooooo, I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, goodnight baby." I said
"Nite." We both hung up and I got back to the party.
"Where the hell you been?" Marcus laughed as I sat down.
"We thought you died." Jacob added in.
"Nah, just talking to Naomi." I shrugged
"Ohhhhh." They both said in unison.
"She mad that you here?" Jacob asked
"No.. she said as long as I don’t get anyone pregnant or die then we’re good." I laughed
"Aye, my wife told me the same thing. Came home with a hickey? She went crazy." Marcus laughed. "You betta watch yourself."
"Wasn’t it you who said I should live it up like we were in The Hangover?" I said
"Yeah, but I’m warning you. I’ve seen Naomi around the office. She look like she got a mean left hook." The three of us laughed together and enjoyed the rest of the night.
That same stripper came back to me and gave me a.. private dance. Got damn she could move. She had me right where she wanted me. Drink after drink, I got looser. I was pissy drunk with the girl on my arm by the time I got back to my room. I’m not sure how she made it all the way here or what her name was but I didn’t care.
I stumbled through the door as she kissed me passionately. I didn’t stop her. From the way I was feeling, I never wanted it to stop. Her body was like a dream that I didn’t feel like waking up from. I laid her across the bed as our lips connected once again. Haven’t been in this position in a long time. Damn.
I pinned her hands over her head and trailed kisses on her neck. I was hard as hell, I won’t lie. I wanted her. Badly. She moaned in my ear as I unclasped her bra. I was so close and the alcohol was getting the best of me, all before my phone rang. I wanted to ignore it but it was really ruining the moment and making things awkward. Reluctantly, I looked down at the I.D. Naomi.
It was as if Jesus himself was telling me not to do this. No matter how drunk I was, I could never. Especially not with a stripper. I got off of the bed as she looked at me with confusion. “What happened?”
"I-um, you gotta go." I said. I picked up her fallen clothes and shoved them into her hands.
"What? You brought me all the way over here just to kick me out?" She said, catching an attitude. I wasn’t understanding what she wanted from me.
"You want bus fair.. cab? Cause other than that, I can’t help you." I said. She rolled her eyes obnoxiously and stormed out of the room.
I slid my back down the door and rubbed my hands against my face. Looking down at my buzzing phone, her picture lit up. I can’t believe I almost did it.
Let him have his fun. I kept telling myself that. It’s just.. I feel so lonely. I’m in this big ass bed by myself with nothing to do and more importantly, no one to hold. Maybe everyone was right. I needed to go have some fun. What happened to the Naomi in college? The girl who wasn’t afraid of being crazy once in a while. Now I’m “stuck up” and act like I’m 47 when I’m barely 21. This isn’t how it should be and I feel like I’m bringing Erin down with me.
I sighed heavily and finished watching the re-runs of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. It wasn’t as funny as it normally was because Erin wasn’t here. I found myself feeling sorry when I shouldn’t. I should be out with my girls, partying like there’s no tomorrow. But I’m not.
I’m not how I used to be. This whole motherly nagging persona isn’t what I planned on being. Erin was the youth while I acted like his grumpy neighbor. It’s not fair to him, especially since I’m not letting him have sex with me either.
I felt guilty like I was draining the life out of him. He works so hard and I just bring his mood down. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, not when we’re about to get married. The wedding is one week from today and I already see us crashing.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than ready to call this man my husband but I wanted to make sure that he was ready. I called his cell one more time and it went straight to voicemail. Let him have his fun, I said. Just let him have his fun..
You're back. *hits dougie* I'm loving it! Erin is going to wreck her shit on the honeymoon, whether he fucks around in Vegas or not and Naiomi will never deprive him of her goodies again. Lol. I have a bad feeling about Sasha. Idk why. The wedding planner too. Hell, maybe I'm just over-reacting. *Kanye shrug* Can't wait for an update...but I will.
LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! & Whyyyyyyyyyyyy? Sasha is good! Well………….yeah.