A Thug's Wife (Full Length Novel) (6 page)

Zaria nodded her head and wrapped her arms around Quasym, “I promise.”

Quasym took a seat on their sofa while he waited for someone to show up. The pain in his shoulder was ruthless, but he didn’t want Zaria knowing that he was in pain. For the sake of her, he kept a straight face and acted as if nothing was wrong.

Zaria walked over to Quasym and straddled him. She carefully wrapped her arms around him and planted a kiss on his lips. She was so s
cared, but she commended Quasym for the sacrifices he was willing to make for them. She began to grind her hips against Quasym’s desperately wanting to feel him inside of her. She refused to let him get away without giving her what she’d been missing.

“Ba
by, what you doing? Damn, a nigga done been shot and you tryna get that pussy wet. Really,” Quasym laughed. “You really tryna kill me, huh? You that mad?”

“Just be still and let me take care of you. I missed you,” Zaria cooed in his ear. She reached down a
nd pulled her nightgown up and slid her panties to the side. She removed Quasym’s already hard dick from his boxers and eased it inside of her warmth.

“Shit, you were ready for this, huh?”

“Yes, I was just about to tell you to come home before you scared the shit out of me.”

Zaria slowly eased up and down Quasym’s shaft and lightly moaned as
his thickness filled her. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his. He felt so good to her. She wanted to give him the ride of his life, but had to remember that he was most likely in pain. Taking it easy, she gripped his dick by tightening her pussy muscles, squeezing and releasing him each time she went up and down on him.

Quasym took his arm and wrapped it around Zaria’s waist. He squeezed her ass into h
is hand and slowly bounced her up and down on his dick. He bit his bottom lip and stared up into his wife’s eyes. Their lovemaking was always magical. Every time they were intertwined with one another, music was always created.

“Mmgh!” Zaria moaned.

“Ohh!” Quasym groaned.

“Damn, this feels so good. This shit is the best!”

This was the first time they had been together since they’d been one, and the feeling was like never before. Neither of them knew the reason it felt so much better this time, but it did. Zaria was so wet that she was practically creating a puddle into Quasym’s lap.

“Work that pussy baby! Damn, you’re so wet! Gonna make a nigga cum
quick!”

Zaria couldn’t help herself. She brought her knees together, placed her hands onto Quasym’s chest
and rode him like her life depended on it. She felt herself about to cum. Her mouth dropped, and her breathing quickened.

“Oh, my God, this feels so good baby! I’
m cumming!”she yelled.

“I’m a cum with you. Come on!” Quasym leaned back, resting his head
against the sofa. He placed a firm hold on Zaria’s butt as he held her into place. He shut his eyes and shot off inside of her. Zaria had made him forget all about the gunshot wound and what he had done to get it. But just as soon as he forgot, the knock at the door caused him to remember. A knock at the door that would be the start of their new lives.

Chapter 7: Jokes On Me

3 months later

“Kareem, what are you doing?” Cherie asked as she watched him drop her bags at her feet. Her heart raced, and she was confused. It was everything that she had brought to his place every time she visited. She didn’t understand what was going on.

“This is a
ll your stuff I found around here. I think I got everything.”

“Okay, but what is going on? Why are you not allowing me to come in?”
             

As soon as Cherie knocked on the door, Kareem was there to stop her from entering. He was done with her and her childish w
ays. He knew that Cherie was only nineteen years old when he’d met her, but he had hoped that she would be the woman that he needed.

In the beginning, things were good, and he just knew that Cherie was
going to be his wife. Kareem was twenty-six years and was tired of not having any stability in his life. He was a well-educated man, with a six-figure paying job. So, to say the least, Kareem had his shit together. The only thing he was missing was someone to share his life with, someone that he could give his last name and have children with. 

As fine as Cherie was to him and as good as the sex was whenever they were with one another, Cherie just didn’t do it for him. She seemed to be with him for what he had to offer to her, and when he didn’t have enough,
her attitude became nasty. He had grown to care for Cherie, but it seemed the more he cared, the more money she seemed to want from him.

Kareem didn’t mind taking care of his woman, but he wanted it to feel natural to him when he did and not like an obli
gation. He hated to do her like this, but it was for the best. He felt himself headed toward a path of destruction the longer he messed with Cherie and before that happened he would rather they go their separate ways. 

“It’
s over Cherie. I can’t do this anymore.”

“What do you mean it’s over? What did I do?”

“Cherie you just….you’re not the woman for me. I tried to make it work, but it’s not going how I would have liked for it to.”

“How am I not the woman for you? Kareem, I’ve been a good woman to you. How
can you say that?’

“Cherie, I know the only reason you’re with me is for my money. You’re a young gold digger, and you just want someone to take care of you. I don’t mind taking care of my woman, but I at least need her to have some type of damn drive…so
me goals.”

“I have goals Kareem. I have goals!” Cherie yelled.

She was getting frustrated with Kareem and couldn’t believe that this was happening to her. She was actually being dumped in the hallway of his building, and she didn’t know how to handle it. This was a first for her; she was the one that usually did the dumping.

She stared up at Kareem’s tall, statuesque frame and was truly hurt by some of the things he was saying to her. Although she knew some of it to be true, she hadn’t expected him to cal
l her on it. And she damn sure didn’t expect him to leave her for it. He was normally weak and passive.
What the fuck is up with him?
Cherie thought.
How he gonna do this shit after I just gave up all the niggas I fuck with for him?

In an attempt to give him all of her attention, she dismissed all of her sidepieces and was going to focus on their relationship. Although she had
talked to him for his money in the beginning, she had actually grown to love Kareem. She had known that one day he would be her husband. He had the right amount of cash and was on his way to making more as soon as he got a promotion at work.

Cherie stared into Kareem’s brown eyes and placed her hand on the side of his face. His caramel coated skin was smooth and
warm. She got on the tips of her toes and placed her thick lips onto his. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth hoping that she could sway him over and make him forget about breaking up with her.

Kareem pushed her away, “Your only goal Cherie, is to b
e the first one in line when the new Michael Kors bag comes out. Or be the first to cop the newest Louboutins. You don’t have any get up and go about yourself, and I want more in my woman. I wanna be able to help her with her dreams and hold decent conversations with her.”

“Kareem, we always have good conversations. Look, can I please come in? Why do you have me standing in the fuckin’ hall like I’
m a damn stranger?”

Kareem shook his head and pushed Cherie’s bags further on the outside of the door. He went
to close the door when Cherie pushed on it and tried to keep it open.

“Kareem no! I promise I’m going to try to be better! Don’t do me like this!” Cherie cried.

She was truly hurt by this. Not only did she see her cash cow disappearing right before her very eyes, but she also was losing someone that she cared for. It wasn’t just about the money for her. She really did like him.  She wouldn’t have gotten rid of her whole lineup if she hadn’t. This was mind boggling and for the most part fucked up.
What the fuck am I gonna do now?

“
Cherie get back! Move!” Kareem had to force the door shut, and he could tell that he had struck Cherie by the sound that left out of her mouth. He shook his head and quickly locked the door before she tried to come back in. He was shocked because he didn’t think she would put up that kind of fight.
Was it because she cared or was she mad about losing all the money I be giving her ass?
Kareem wondered with a shrug of his shoulders. As he walked away from the door, he was somewhat startled when he heard a loud bang.

Boom!

“Kareem open the muthafuckin’ door nigga! How the fuck you gonna put me out? I’m the best thing you ever had, you little dick bastard!” Cherie yelled on the other side of the door. She pounded her foot into the door, before scooping her bags up and shamefully walking down the hall. She halfway wanted to call up one of the niggas she gotten rid of to come over and fuck Kareem up. How dare he call her a gold digger and break up with her? She felt slighted and wanted Kareem to pay, but she knew it wasn’t worth the trouble it would cause.

***

“What you coming up in here looking all broken down for? Hand me my cigarettes,” Tammy said to Cherie as she flipped through the channels on the television. She had her feet propped in her recliner and was enjoying this beautiful day that she had off of work. She loved to sit around watching episodes of “Law & Order” and Lifetime movies whenever she had a chance to.

“Kareem broke up with me,” Cherie said as she dropped her bags near the door. She grabbed her mother’s cigarettes from the coffee table and handed them to her. Taking a seat on the sofa, she crossed her arms over her chest and wai
ted for her mother to say something.

“Well damn, I thought you said you had that in the bag. What you do,
Cherie?”

“Well I thought I did too and pissed the hell off because I done dissed and ignored just about everybody that I had to fall back on. Can’t b
elieve that nigga did me like that. He wasn’t even worthy of my time.”

“What the hell you talking about? First off why would you get rid of your back up and secondly, why the hell was he not worthy of your time? I done told your ass about thinking you too
damn good! You were supposed to trap his ass the first chance you got. Had you been having his baby, then he wouldn’t have even had the chance to break things off with you!  You hard headed girl!”

“
I don’t wanna have a baby right now.”

“Why the hell not?
Kareem makes damn near two hundred thousand dollars a year, and you telling me you didn’t wanna have a baby just to keep him at bay. Just imagine what them child support payments would have looked like if he decided to still dump you and not marry you. At least that could’ve had income coming in for your dumb ass! Now, what the hell you gonna do? You ain’t gotta a job, and you know you can’t sit around my house for free!”

“I’ll just work on getting him back and in the meantime I’ll call up Tory
or Donnie and make things up with them,” Cherie shrugged.

She was upset that she had disappointed her mama. Cherie had worked hard at the things that her mama taught her and was willing to do anything she had to in order to snag a baller, except having a baby. Being
a mother was one thing she feared the most.

“Oh, you for damn sure gonna get him back! As a matter of fact, you need to be on the phone calling him to see what you need to do. That was your damn meal ticket! How stupid can you be to mess that up?”

Tammy grabbed one of her cigarettes from the pack and lit it up. She had worked men all of her life in order to care for her daughters when they were younger. Their father had been her main course of funds until he was murdered leaving her with nothing to show for all of the work she put in. She was glad that he hadn’t been the only one she went to though.

She only wanted her daughters to have the best in life which is why she taught them the things that she did. She wanted them to be the same way she was, but on
ly better than her. She didn’t have the sense back then to snatch up a rich man and marry him like she had taught them to do.

She was too greedy back then and had her hands in several bank accounts. If she had done things right when she had a chance, she
wouldn’t be working as an LVN cleaning up old people’s shit. It was a must that Cherie and Zaria got things right. She didn’t like being so hard on them, but this wasn’t the life for nobody. Her time had passed, but they still had a chance to get it right.

“Why the hell you still sitting there? Call that nigga up and tell him whatever you gotta tell him, and I swear you better suck his dick better than you ever had before,” Tammy said taking a puff off her cancer stick.

Cherie rolled her eyes and pulled out her cell phone. She went to her text message conversation between her and Kareem and prayed that she said the right things to him. She needed to get him back in her life and was prepared to do whatever it took.