Free Take Money Mistress by Rukyyah Page A

somebody want to hurt me?”
    “ Baby, nobody wants to hurt you. Niggas just say dumb shit like that to piss me off. If somebody wanted to hurt you, they’ll have to get through me first.”
    Karen was a scorned bitch. She so badly wanted to be with Curtis and since he whored her, she fucked one of his friends thinking she could still live lovely with him. Once Curtis found out she fucked King, Curtis cut him off and made it known not to trust him so no other hustlers would put him on. Karen was hurt and wanted revenge.
    The next day, King got in contact with Sofia for Karen, who willingly gave him Alexandria’s number because she never thought Alexandria had an enemy, so she thought it was cool. Sofia gave King her number one night at Curtis’ house. They rarely talked on the phone, but King told her that he had been trying to contact Curtis. He told her that he lost his old cell phone and needed Alexandria’s number since Sofia didn’t have Curtis’.
    About ten, Alexandria was awakened by her cell phone ringing. She didn’t bother to look at the caller ID because she was restless.
    “ Hello,” she answered in a sleepy tone.
    “ Is this Alexandria?”
    “ Yes, who is this?”
    “ Don’t worry about it, bitch. I just want you to know that nigga you laid up with licked my pussy nicely not too long ago. Those scratches on his back are from me. Roll over and tell him he left a bitch satisfied.” Karen let out an evil laugh.
    “ Fuck you! Don’t call my shit no more!” She hung up.
    “ What the fuck was that about?” Curtis asked while waking up to a screaming, disturbed looking Alexandria.
    “ This bitch called me and said that she’s fucking you. You tell me what the fuck that’s all about!” she screamed while throwing her phone at him and hitting him upside his head.
    “ That is some bullshit. You know I ain’t fucking around!”
    “ Do I look fucking stupid? Is that why you bought me the SUV? You’re feeling sorry about fucking around?”
    “ Go ‘head with that shit. I told you I ain’t fucking nobody but you.”
    Alexandria cried out. “Why would a bitch just call my cell phone if you ain’t fucked her? How the fuck did that bitch get my number, anyway? Y’all must lay up and laugh at my ass. I really thought you gave a fuck about me.” Alexandria stood at the foot of the bed walking back and forth as Curtis laid in the center of the bed.
    “ Calm the fuck down. I’ll get to the bottom of this shit. You know I love you. Don’t let this shit fuck us up. I need you and my ‘lil homie in my corner right now. All this money I make don’t mean shit if y’all not here with me.”
    Alexandria searched his eyes to see if he was sincere, but she didn’t see anything but lies. She stormed out of the room and locked herself in the guest room on the first floor of the house. She spent most of the time in there crying and questioning her relationship with Curtis. She so badly wanted to stay with him and be madly in love, but she knew some shit wasn’t right. She banged her head against the wall and then the closet door crept open. Her tears dried fast when she saw what appeared to be stacks on top of stacks of money on top of a safe. Her eyes lit up as she walked over to it. She grabbed a stack and fingered through the money. Then, she put it back. She thought she didn’t need to take any money since she often took extra from Curtis whenever she asked for cash, but she made a mental note that if she needed it, she knew where to go.
    Before Alexandria and Timmy Jr. moved in, the downstairs guest room was empty. Curtis had a small bed in there and a night stand. Alexandria offered to have Timmy Jr. sleep in that room since the guest room upstairs was fully furnished. He quickly declined and for the most part, he was the only one that went into that room and often kept it locked.
    The night before, Curtis stuck the money there so that he could run it through his money counting machine before