Side Chick Secrets 2

Jessica M.

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 06 avril 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648541261
• Langue: English

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Side Chick Secrets 2
I Want Her Man


Jessica M
© 2019
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
www.leolsullivan.com


All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.

Other Books By Jessica M.



A No Good Love Affair 1, 2, & 3
Risking It All For Love 1, 2, & 3
I Need A Boss In My Life 1, 2, & 3
I Still Need A Boss In My Life ( Follow- Up)
Catching Feelings For A Boss 1 & 2
Feenin’ For His Love 1 & 2
An Urban Love Story Gone Wrong: True To My Hustler 1 & 2
Shawty Fell In Love With A Savage 1 & 2
Love Under Fire 1 & 2
Saved By A Thug’s Love 1 & 2
Side Chick Secrets: I Want Her Man 1
Thank You...



God, my family, LSP and readers !


Book Number 24!


God is Good!
RECAP FROM PART ONE….



Egypt
Sipping on ginger ale with my baby girl, China, snuggled close to me, anger fueled my body at the shit my sisters and brother tried to pull. How dare they try to talk shit to me about my personal business? Neither of them were in a position to look down on me. They must’ve forgotten that I was the one who had been holding shit together all this time. It was me checking on everyone. Me making sure everyone coped with the death of our mother and the state of our father. It was me, me, me, doing it all, and they wanted to call themselves judging me for my situation with Moses?
Even though I knew they felt like my situation with Moses was like that of our parents, they were wrong. Yes, I was sleeping with a married man but only because I knew eventually Marlee, with her stuck-up ass would be in the wind. I just didn’t know when that day would be. Moses and I were made for each other. Fuck all of you! Especially you judgmental hoes who are saying in your big ass heads that God won’t send you someone else’s man . And guess what? You would be right. God won’t send me someone else’s man, but he for sure would send me the man that he made for me, and there were no ifs, ands, or buts about that fact that I knew in my soul that Moses Malone was made for me, Egypt James. He just fucked around and married that bitch out of order. Why not? I mean, we all did shit out of order and God had to fix it, so why couldn’t this be the same situation? Anyway, like I said, fuck y’all!
I turned up my ginger ale to settle my belly. My phone had been going off all day with calls and texts from Moses. I just wasn’t ready yet. This time was different. He had put his got damn hands on me, and though I knew that wouldn’t end us, there was no harm in making his ass believe I was done with him even if I really wasn't. My mama used to play those games with my father. Acting like she was pissed when he missed a holiday with us and making him pay for it in gifts and diamonds.
I sometimes wished I wasn’t the oldest to know all the shit that went on between my parents. Some things, kids just shouldn’t know, but I supposed because my mother’s parents didn’t fuck with her once finding out about her dealings with a married man, and my father forbade my mother from going out and having girlfriends, she only had me left to tell her secrets. It was sad that my father had come into my mother’s life and everything she loved disappeared. Dale Black James made sure my mother only needed him.
Shedding tears over my mother and her naivety, I found myself in the same shit but different scenario. I never wanted to be the reason China didn’t have her father fulltime. She deserved him all day every day like a normal kid. Though I knew my father, and he was there for us, it still wasn’t the same as seeing him every day. That’s what I wanted for China and my new child.
Hearing my doorbell ring, I slid my daughter from underneath me in order to slip out of bed without waking her. Dressed in only a long, white tee that Moses left, I grabbed a pair of black PINK joggers from the chair next to my bed. In my bare feet, I slipped out of the room and made my way down the stairs and to my door. I hated uninvited guests, but I thought maybe it was one of my siblings apologizing for that bullshit ass talk about an intervention they pulled earlier today.
If we made each other mad, we often wouldn’t answer any phone calls or texts for at least twenty-four hours after the blow up, so we had no choice but to show up unannounced. Paris was as stubborn as our father, so I figured it was London or DJ’s mushy ass. I loved my brother. He hated when any of us had beef. Therefore, it was usually him always trying to make amends. Either way, he still had shit fucked up if he thought he would pull that intervention shit on my ass.
Not, Mr. Three Baby Mamas! His ass couldn’t tell me shit until he got his own issues in order. He was the one who had hoes tracking him down for money every other day about some bullshit with his kids. So, nope, he couldn’t tell me shit about me and Moses.
Speaking of Moses, I peeped out my side window, and it wasn’t my sister or my brother but my baby daddy. I snatched my door open, and he was standing there with his hands stuffed in each of his front jean pockets with his head bowed.
“Why are you here, Moses? Are you slow or something? I mean, last time I checked, you put your hands on me and shot up out of here to be with your wife.”
Just saying your wife to Moses irked me. I should be his wife. I had his kids.
With his head still lowered, he didn’t bother to respond.
“Just go, Moses.” I attempted to close the door, but he stuck his foot in it.
Our eyes met. I promise you, Moses and I had always been close and always had this bond and attachment that every person wanted at some point in their lives, but when our eyes met, I saw something I’d never seen in him.
Hurt.
Pain.
“Moses.” My voice softened as he drew me near.
We stood in the doorway as he held me close and cried on my shoulder.
“Moses,” I whispered.
I could feel him shake his head no. So, I did as he asked and allowed him to cast his troubles on me. For everyone else in my family, I had been the fixer, so why couldn’t I fix whatever this was for my man?
Kicking the door shut with his feet, he moved me backward without releasing his grip. When we made it to the den area, he gently shoved me back on the couch and relaxed on top of me then slid a little to the side, careful not to crowd my belly. As heavy as he was, I wouldn’t dare make him move.
After a few minutes of silently lying in the same position, he finally rose from on top of me and sat up on the couch with his head rested on the back and my feet in his lap.
“What’s wrong, Moses? What happened?” I mumbled and waited for an answer.
Something was going on with the love of my life, and I hated not knowing what it was. It was fucking with him bad. The pain and the hurt were written all over his face.
“Marlee,” he said.
Feeling my face scrunch up at the sound of her name, I inhaled deeply to calm my nerves.
No this nigga ain’t about to talk about this bitch!
“Moses, I don’t want to hear shit about your wife.” I scoffed and rose, but he pulled me back in.
“Calm down, E, it’s not what you think. You were right. I should’ve been with you and China. Y’all my damn family, not Marlee’s snake ass.”
It was like music to my ears. I mean, I knew it was coming eventually, but I didn’t expect eventually to be so soon.
Right now.
Thank you, God! This nigga has seen the light .
Grinning from ear to ear, I had to hear him say it. “What are you saying, Moses?”
He sat up straight and grabbed my hand. After kissing the top of my hand, he smiled.
“I love you, E. I always have, and you know this. After tonight, it’s gon’ be us and our kids. Some shit might try to fuck it up that I need to try to take care of, but I promise you from this night on, it’s gon’ be me, you, China, and our new kid.” He circled my flat belly with his large hand.
Leaning forward, our lips met, and I was in heavenly bliss.
My home phone ringing cut our kiss short.
“Who that calling the house phone?” Moses questioned and got up.
“Shit, I don’t know. My cell was upstairs.”
He went to get the home phone, and all I could hear was him saying hello before hanging up.
When he came back, he sat back down, and this time I straddled him.
“Tell them fuck boys to quit calling you, E. Daddy’s home.” He smirked.
Grinding on his dick beneath me, I grabbed his face from both sides before placing a sloppy, wet kiss on his lips.
“You know it’s all about you, baby.”
“Better be.” He slapped my ass hard.
“Ouuuuuch, Moses,” I whined.
I was glad he was smiling and feeling better than he was when he first arrived. See, I didn’t know what Marlee had done to fuck things up, but who was I to question fate?
I knew my ending wouldn’t be like my mother’s because Moses was nothing like my daddy. My daddy’s selfish ass wanted his cake and to eat it too, but Moses only wanted me.
Tonight was the beginning of our forever.
Marlee

T he sound of my husband’s voice continued to play in my head and was driving me insane. For him to answer a damn phone meant that he was pretty comfortable. But where? Where was this comfortable place at and with whom? Just the thought of him being with another female and so damn comfortable had my insides rattled