Malice Matrimony

by Lakia

thought the rational thing would be to leave her the fuck alone, since I was finally prepared to grapple with my own decisions. We were my parents all over again and I refused to end up left in the dust like my mom did my dad.

The snarky rebuttal I mentally prepared was immediately caught in my throat because this fine ass man was handcrafted by God himself for me. He was dark as fuck with a thin muscular build, just how I like them. The mystery man had a wide nose, complemented by a perfect set of pussy sucking lips and deep brown eyes; enough to captivate any woman who caught a glimpse of them.

Ooop

You look sweet, you smell sweet, one day I’ll be able to confirm if you taste sweet too.” That fucking did it, those words effortlessly flowed off his tongue and I inadvertently shifted in my seat because this nigga had my thong soaked, and now I was nervous that it would seep through my dress.

😅😅😅

“When you call me I want that smart ass mouth you initially had, not this shy shit.”

Okkkk

Armani was brown skinned and super thick, looked like she belonged on a runway instead of a tattoo shop. I knew that pussy was hitting as soon as I spotted the waist beads her lil hippy ass was wearing.

I knew everyone saw me as a fuck up, and I won’t pretend to be blind to the shit; I played my role in proving them right. However, I was a work in progress and doing my best to improve everyday.

And did 👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿

“You all in your feelings about me calling her a bitch and you haven’t even sampled the pussy yet so y’all can make this shit work. We gone fly to Vegas and get y’all married before the sunrise. That way y’all have spousal privilege,” Chop nodded excitedly.

Chop thinking quick lol

At that moment I knew I was locked in, this was a Death Row contract in the worst way and I hated that for me.

Is!!!

Chop stepped closer and wrapped his arms around me and Rio’s shoulders before uttering, “look up Marlon, say cheese.”

This fool

The officiant grinned harder than me, he just didn’t know that this was a marriage steeped in malice matrimony.

“Two million,” I blurted out the first number that crossed my mind and instantly regretted the shit, I should’ve asked for more. If his family owned a private jet they had real money and real reach.

A lot more gurlllll

“I love that you have a husband who feeds you and shit now but make sure you tell him there are always multiple mouths to feed,” I quipped before exiting her office.

Lol

I’m not inviting negativity into my space every time we converse.

“Armani!” We all heard Chop’s voice from the opened door and spun around. “Come give me a tattoo over my black and blue mark so I can look like my shit fucked up from the tattoos and not from my brother sneaking me.”

This fool

I promise to stand by your side every step of the way. I promise to keep you safe and to be transparent. I promise to treat you like my number one, like the trophy wife you deserve to be. You deserve all of that plus more for what you’re doing for me. Jaliah, I will be forever grateful for you,” he expressed.

😭😭😭

“To apologize,” I explained, leaning up against the wall beside him. “I love you, always going to love you and I wanted to say I’m sorry for putting us in this predicament, and for overstepping boundaries when you told me to leave Jaliah alone after we left Vegas.”

As you should, Chop

“I’ll be right by your side and I’ll step in if anybody asks you some shit you don’t wanna answer. I don’t give a fuck about looking like the bad guy. Nobody gotta like me but you. You know I got you right?”

Riooooo 😭

See, I was trying to change my ways, I didn’t put a tracker on Armani’s whip like I did my ex. She said that was crazy nigga shit and I was trying to be better than that. However, I regretted that shit now because my bitches were in the wind.

Looney bin ass

“Shittttt! They tag teamed me with that pussy and think they gone block and ignore me. They got a real nigga all the way fucked up. Acting like they didn’t know that shit they do would have me fucked up ‘bout them. We, all three of us, in a death row contract motha fucka, clink clink,”

Lmfaaaaaoooooo