Free The Roof is on Fire by Brenda Hampton Page B

me, but I pretended that it was the best. Jeff was my ticket to pulling myself out of debt. And if this wasn’t proof that a woman could get anything she wanted, I’d be happy to say it again. Never, ever underestimate the power of pussy. Well, not mine for sure.

I was getting real pissed at how messy this house was. I figured everybody got tired of me complaining, but so damn what. If they didn’t want to hear my mouth, then it was in their best interest to start cleaning up after themselves. What may not have been nasty to them was too nasty to me. It was as if nobody gave a care that dust was starting to build up on the furniture or that the floors had lost their shine. Then there was the kitchen where dishes had been left overnight. If there was a dishwasher in the house, how or why wasn’t it being used?
    As far as the bedroom was concerned, forget it. Nobody made their beds, clothes were left on the floor, and the smell of funky socks permeated the air.
    The most irritating thing of all was the bathroom. Soap scum didn’t work for me and neither did hair follicles in and around the toilet. The mirrors were smudged and these fools didn’t even take time to put toilet paper on the roll.
    Even the patio, game room, and workout room were a mess. Used towels were here and there, and who in the fuck would drink something and leave their glass on the table? At this point, I wasn’t eating much, touching nothing, or sitting my ass on anything unless I cleaned it myself.
    With an attitude, I whipped up a quick fruit salad while the others ate omelets. Once I was done, I went outside to eat and read the newspaper. I wasn’t out there two minutes before Chase decided to join me.
    â€œI figured you wouldn’t eat those omelets Jada made, but from me to you, they were pretty darn good.”
    â€œFrom me to you, I don’t put stuff like that in my body. But thanks for the update.”
    Chase looked up and squinted at the sun. At eight in the morning, it was already scorching hot outside. “It looks like a great day to relax in the pool. After breakfast, would you like to join me? I’ll give you a nice massage and rub your entire body with some of my special oils.”
    â€œSounds like a plan. But first, let me call Jeff to see what’s up with the maid service I inquired about. Then I need to check with Roc to see if he wants to finish the boxing game we started yesterday. I’ll let you know what’s up after that.”
    Chase nodded, then drank her apple juice. Minutes later, Jada came outside dancing with a plate in her hand. Half of her omelet was on it and several slices of toast were beside it. If dancing wasn’t enough, she started singing.
    â€œI’ve got jungle fever, he’s got jungle fever, she’s got jungle fever, we’ve all got jungle fever— Don’t we, Chase?”
    Chase gagged and spit some of the apple juice from her mouth. “Wha…what are you talking about, Jada?”
    Jada slapped Chase hard on her back, causing her jerk forward. “You know what I’m talkin’ about. Don’t play.”
    Chase appeared confused. “I, uh, don’t know, but it’s nobody’s business if I date white men. Is that what you’re getting at?”
    Jada winked at her. “That and a whole lot more. I also date whitemen, so it ain’t no biggie. I wonder if Jaylin dates white women. Do you Jaylin?”
    â€œWhy is it that every time we out here chilling, y’all start asking me questions about my personal life? Who I date doesn’t matter. What matters is how y’all been fucking up and haven’t been keeping the house clean. Is it that hard, ladies, for y’all to pick up after yourselves?”
    â€œNo,” Jada said, chewing her food. “But why should we clean when you around here actin’ like you’re employed by Merry Maids? My towels do not have to be neatly folded