Cheaper to Keep Her Part 3 Read Online Free PDF Page A

relationship with Duke, I did learn that niggas in the street didn’t give a fuck about no one but themselves. I also learned that chicks like me come a dime a dozen and pussy was free. If I wanted to step outside that box from the other birds, then I needed to demand my respect.
    While I continued to think about my position in life, I heard Bishop’s Blackberry ring. In a split second, a blink of the eye, I placed my thoughts on the backburner and zeroed in on his conversation. This time around he kept his conversation to a minimum. Plus, he was speaking so quietly; it was damn near impossible to hear what he was saying. I did hear him tell the caller that right now wasn’t a good time to talk and then he told them that he would call them back in a few minutes. This took me aback and I assumed he was talking to another chick on the phone. I mean he never acted like that before. So, I knew my suspicions had to be right.
    Moments later he walked back into the bedroom. I was lying on my stomach with my face turned towards the wall and pretended to be asleep. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I felt the heat from his body when he loomed over me to see if I had my eyes open or not. I thought he was going to call my name to see if I would answer but he didn’t. Seconds later, he walked back out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
    Immediately after he closed the door, I opened my eyes and wondered what he was about to do. It didn’t take long for me to get my answer after I heard Bishop open the front door of the apartment and then close it. When he left the apartment, my gut told me he was hiding something or someone from me. My mind was running rampant. At that moment I wanted answers. I didn’t want to be left in the dark anymore. I was tired of his fucking secrets and one of these days I was going to bring it to his attention. Right now, I was more interested to find out whom he was talking to and what he was trying to prevent me from hearing.
    I slid off the bed and made my way out of the bedroom. I peeped inside the bathroom and the other bedroom just to make sure Bishop wasn’t playing another trick on me. When I was convinced he had left the apartment, I tiptoed down the hallway and when I got within one foot away from the door, I looked through the peephole. Just as I had expected, that son-of-a-bitch Bishop was standing on the opposite side of the door talking to someone other than Keisha and me.
    I saw him laugh a couple of times, but I was unable to hear his conversation. I was pissed off about that too. I figured whoever it was on the other end of the phone made him happier than the two women he was fucking on his off days. The sight of him smiling from ear to ear like he had a huge crush on some hot new chick made me sick to my stomach. Men don’t make other men smile like that unless they’re gay. And since Bishop hadn’t shown me any signs of him fucking another man I assumed otherwise.
    Something also told me that the person he was talking to probably knew about Keisha but didn’t know about me. Okay, granted, it was bad enough that I had to deal with him fucking Keisha. And yes, I was the one who came in town and rained on her parade. But still I wasn’t about to let him bring another chick into the fold. I mean, come on, how many bitches does one man need?
    I knew deep down in my heart that I needed to make my presence known. So I felt that the best way to do that was by catching him and the bitch on the phone off guard. Without further hesitation, I grabbed the doorknob, turned it quietly and then I pulled the door open. Bishop turned around and looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights. Before he had a chance to say another word to his mystery phone freak, I said, “Oh, I’m sorry, baby, I thought you were gone.”
    Bishop stood there speechless. The fact that I said baby loud enough for the new bitch to hear me made my motherfucking day. It felt as if I had scored a