Page 92 of Own It

“She swears she went away for a family emergency, but what family does she have that isn’t her damn parents and siblings? I have never heard this girl mention anyone but them, and now all of a sudden, she’s gone for months for family?” Morgin scoffed, shaking her head. “She clearly met that rich nigga and ran off with him for a little bae-cay.”

“So you ain’t recognize him?” I asked as one last-ditch effort, hoping it wasn’t Rakim that Morgin saw. Another nigga, I could compete with.

“I did. He’s that nigga that used to box. Rakim Godfrey. You probably won’t remember since he ain’t been in the ring in forever.”

“How the hell you remember him?”

“Well, I went to a party with Daylin, and he came. She looked his name up, and then when he came to bring her food, he told me his name again, so it’s fresh.” She shrugged one shoulder as if we weren’t discussing the love of my life being with another nigga.

“Party?” I frowned, befuddled. “She started fucking him at some party and you ain’t say shit?”

“No! We just saw him, and she looked him up because I kept calling him a name. And why the fuck do you care this much! If you loved her so, you wouldn’t be fucking me!” She stood from the bed.

Joining her ascension, I hollered, “I told yo’ ass from jump I just wanted to fuck! Calm yo’ ass down ’fore I skip out on that fucking rent money!”

“Do that and I’ll be on the phone first thing, sending Daylin plenty of evidence as to where you are when you claim to be working.” Morgin hiked a brow.

“Stupid bitch.” I stepped away, knowing it was best I shake off the itch to slap the shit out of her ass.

“Since we’re on the subject of evidence and funds, I’m pregnant,” she threw out nonchalantly.

I spun around so promptly that I low-key got whiplash.

“By who?”

“You, negro! And don’t act surprised! I told you I wasn’t on any birth control or anything, and you was still sliding up inside this raw!”

“Shut up!” I growled, feeling like I was losing my fucking mind. This was too much at once.

From Daylin possibly leaving me for another nigga to Morgin being pregnant, my life had turned to shambles in a matter of fucking days. I couldn’t have a baby with Morgin. The thought made me wonder if Daylin broke her celibacy for that nigga. Only time a muthafucka went as hard as he was, was when he got some pussy.

All this shit journeying through my head gave me a pounding ass headache.

“Ooh! The food is here!” Morgin pranced to get the door, giggling with the hotel worker while I was going through it.

“Look, you know having a baby ain’t the move for us, so I will pay for the termination. I doubt you trying to hang up ya groupie shoes to be somebody’s mama.” I notified once the hotel clerk exited.

“You’re right. At least not for you. You don’t have enough money for me to retire and become Susie Homemaker.” She talked as she uncovered the food, tasting her drink in the process.

So much for the bitch thinking I was a catch.

Shit, if I let her throw back cocktails enough, I may not even need to pay for a fucking abortion.

“You don’t know shit about what I make, and I always got it when ya fucking hand is out, don’t I?” I went to sit down at the table where all the food was resting.

“That’s true, but I want a baby by a nigga making millions.” She prayed over her food as I glowered at her ass. I hated that I couldn’t leave her alone. A nigga had needs, and her pussy was good. Even better, she was quiet. Any other female would’ve been hunting Daylin down to tell on my ass. “Speaking of money, I want the money for the abortion and some extra on my hush money you give me monthly.”

“I got you,” was all I said because, shit, what else could I say?

We ate the food, then Morgin sucked me off until completion before she got dressed so I could take her ass home.

“I need you to take me to Delicacies warehouse.” She tapped on her phone with them long ass nails.

“Huh?” I damn near hit the car in front of me sitting at the red light and making Morgin curl her lip as she looked over at me.

“Nigga, I said I need you to take me to Delicacies. Calm your tits. That’s where my car is. You literally picked me up from there.”

“Yeah, but that was fucking hours ago. And I don’t have tits!” I growled. “I can’t risk Daylin⁠—”