stay in the house doing absolutely nothing.
âWhy you always get to go to the parties, but you want me to stay home all of a sudden?â I had asked Matt as he got dressed in his finest threads to leave the house. âI mean you used to take me everywhere. Now we hardly do shit together and itâs like you want me to stay hidden in the house or something,â I griped. âWhat? You donât like my hair? Did I gain weight? Iâm not pretty enough to be out with you no more? What is it, Matt?â I pressed. I could see a look of disgust darken his face.
âLauren, not this shit again. You already know the deal. The life ainât new to you. So why you actinâ brand-new all of a sudden? When you the first lady of a street nigga of my caliber you gotta abide by street rules. I go to these bullshit parties to hustle, to make major deals that will benefit the both of us later, not to be out and about. It ainât about partying, itâs about elevating shit for us. I got to keep my endgame in mind. Feel me?â Matt said with a hint of irritation lacing his words. I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth.
âYeah right,â I huffed. âYou canât be conducting business every Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and sometimes during the week, too, Matt. We donât do shit together anymore. And Iâm tired of being in this fucking house,â I snapped.
âWord to my unborns, Lauren. I canât even believe you trippinâ like this right now. You act like I donât try to protect you. This game ainât no place for that pretty-ass face. Sometimes Iâm meeting niggas from out of town and I donât know what their real intentions are. A nigga could be setting me up for the downfall and I donât want you in harmâs way if thatâs the case. Niggas who ainât in my circle donât need to know who my girl is. Period. If shit jump off and they canât find me, they gonâ come looking for you. I donât need that kind of stress just because you wanted to prove a point about having your ass in the streets. The people who matter know you my first lady so why you trippinâ about hanging on my arm in a fuckinâ hood ratâass club? Stop the madness, Lauren. I need you to play your position and act like a queen. Be easy and life will always be good for us,â Matt preached.
I rolled my eyes and twisted my lips. I wasnât trying to listen to that fucking sermon he was spewing. I guess all that talking was supposed to ease the tense tightening I was feeling in my stomach but it didnât. I was battling with that gut feeling that women get that tells them something ainât right with their man. Something was up and I felt it, regardless if he wanted to admit it or not. I knew what time it was.
Matt walked over and pulled me up from our specially made California King bed. He pulled me into his chest and the scent of his cologne already had my pussy thumping. I hated that this nigga made me so weak in the knees all of the time.
âJust stay home with me,â I whined all babylike.
âStop being like that, Lauren. You know I would have you with me, but shit is a little sketchy tonight. Iâm meeting a new connect from out of town about some business and I donât know the nigga from a can of paint. I need to be on my Pâs and Qâs and if youâre there I will be distracted,â Matt said as he softly stroked my long hair. âI canât have that, baby girl. I really need this deal to be official with no worrying and no bullshit.â Matt was laying it on thick and I was playing right along too. The whole time I was thinking, This nigga thinks Iâm stupid.
âI hate all of this being alone lately, Matt. Seems like Iâm always in the house. You donât take me shopping now, you just send me with a stack of cash. You donât take me to dinner, you just send a chef. I mean, it is
âWhy you always get to go to the parties, but you want me to stay home all of a sudden?â I had asked Matt as he got dressed in his finest threads to leave the house. âI mean you used to take me everywhere. Now we hardly do shit together and itâs like you want me to stay hidden in the house or something,â I griped. âWhat? You donât like my hair? Did I gain weight? Iâm not pretty enough to be out with you no more? What is it, Matt?â I pressed. I could see a look of disgust darken his face.
âLauren, not this shit again. You already know the deal. The life ainât new to you. So why you actinâ brand-new all of a sudden? When you the first lady of a street nigga of my caliber you gotta abide by street rules. I go to these bullshit parties to hustle, to make major deals that will benefit the both of us later, not to be out and about. It ainât about partying, itâs about elevating shit for us. I got to keep my endgame in mind. Feel me?â Matt said with a hint of irritation lacing his words. I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth.
âYeah right,â I huffed. âYou canât be conducting business every Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and sometimes during the week, too, Matt. We donât do shit together anymore. And Iâm tired of being in this fucking house,â I snapped.
âWord to my unborns, Lauren. I canât even believe you trippinâ like this right now. You act like I donât try to protect you. This game ainât no place for that pretty-ass face. Sometimes Iâm meeting niggas from out of town and I donât know what their real intentions are. A nigga could be setting me up for the downfall and I donât want you in harmâs way if thatâs the case. Niggas who ainât in my circle donât need to know who my girl is. Period. If shit jump off and they canât find me, they gonâ come looking for you. I donât need that kind of stress just because you wanted to prove a point about having your ass in the streets. The people who matter know you my first lady so why you trippinâ about hanging on my arm in a fuckinâ hood ratâass club? Stop the madness, Lauren. I need you to play your position and act like a queen. Be easy and life will always be good for us,â Matt preached.
I rolled my eyes and twisted my lips. I wasnât trying to listen to that fucking sermon he was spewing. I guess all that talking was supposed to ease the tense tightening I was feeling in my stomach but it didnât. I was battling with that gut feeling that women get that tells them something ainât right with their man. Something was up and I felt it, regardless if he wanted to admit it or not. I knew what time it was.
Matt walked over and pulled me up from our specially made California King bed. He pulled me into his chest and the scent of his cologne already had my pussy thumping. I hated that this nigga made me so weak in the knees all of the time.
âJust stay home with me,â I whined all babylike.
âStop being like that, Lauren. You know I would have you with me, but shit is a little sketchy tonight. Iâm meeting a new connect from out of town about some business and I donât know the nigga from a can of paint. I need to be on my Pâs and Qâs and if youâre there I will be distracted,â Matt said as he softly stroked my long hair. âI canât have that, baby girl. I really need this deal to be official with no worrying and no bullshit.â Matt was laying it on thick and I was playing right along too. The whole time I was thinking, This nigga thinks Iâm stupid.
âI hate all of this being alone lately, Matt. Seems like Iâm always in the house. You donât take me shopping now, you just send me with a stack of cash. You donât take me to dinner, you just send a chef. I mean, it is