Free I'm Still Wifey by Kiki Swinson Page B

pulled up to my apartment, I got out of the truck and Mark got out right behind me so he could hand me my bags. The way he stood over me gave me the chills. And I mean in a good way, too. It reminded me of how Ricky used to stand next to me when he wanted to grab me up and fuck the hell outta me. So I was loving it. And the fact that he was beginning to make me feel like he was my protector, got me open. But nevertheless, I will still be on high alert with my heart. He won’t get me off guard like Russ did. And that’s a promise.
    “What time you want to go out?” Mark asked me.
    “Ummm,” I began thinking to myself as I watched Nikki standing at the driver side door giving Syncere a goodbye kiss, “What about eight?” I finally said.
    “Okay. I’ll be back here at eight. So be ready,” he commanded. Then he reached over and hugged me. I was about to fucking melt because this nigga’s body felt good. And he smelled good on top of that. So there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s going to get this pussy.
    Truly it is going to be a priority that I see what he’s working with because, if the dick is good, then me and his other chick is going to have to share him. Shit! All the other scandalous hoes do it. And since I’m tired of being the nice one, it might be time for me to join their club.
    “I’ll be ready,” I told him.
    “A’ight,” he said and then he hopped into the passenger seat of the truck and left.
    Back in my apartment, Nikki took a seat on my couch, smiling from ear to ear. She couldn’t stop talking about Syncere and the handbag he bought her.
    “So, whatcha think?” she asked me.
    “About what?” I played dumb.
    “About Syncere.”
    “He’s okay, I guess.”
    “His truck is hot, huh?”
    “Yeah. It’s nice,” I agreed. But it wasn’t all that, for real. I mean, anybody can add a navigational system and a couple of TVs to their whip. So, what’s the big fucking deal?
    “Can you see me and him together?” Nikki pressed on.
    And even though I did not want to touch that subject, I got up the guts to answer her anyway, “Yes, but only if he doesn’t start playing them stupid-ass games niggas be playing.”
    “Well, I think he’s a pretty straight-up guy. So we’ll probably be all right.”
    “I hope you’re right. But just in case he does start flipping the script, have a backup plan. ’Cause nigga’s like him, with money, always got some shit up their sleeves. So keep your eyes open.”
    “I will. But it probably won’t be necessary. I mean, look at this,” she instructed me, as she pointed to her new handbag. “I haven’t ever had a guy buy me expensive shit like this, so there’s got to be an interest somewhere.”
    “Look, I’m not saying that there isn’t. All I’m saying is that you need to watch out for this guy because he got plenty of dough and trust me, them hoes out there in the street knows it. So come rain or shine, you’re going to have some competition. And if you feel like he’s worth fighting for, then you’d better get geared up ’cause them chickenheads out there don’t care. They will get on their knees and suck your man’s dick right in front of you, if they have to. So be prepared, is all I’m saying.”
    Nikki laughed at me as if I was telling her a joke. So I said to her, “You think it’s a joke, huh?”
    “No.”
    “Well, I hope not, ’cause this shit is for real. And clearly I would hate to fuck a bitch up behind you. But I will.”
    “Ahhhh...” she began to say as she got up from the couch to rush over to where I was standing. “I love you so much!”
    “I love your crazy ass, too,” I assured her as we both embraced one another.
    “But you’re going to stop falling in love so fast with these niggas out here, ‘cause all of them ain’t good for you.”
    “I know that.”
    “Well, you better act like it.”
    “I will. But let’s get off of me for a second, ‘cause I ain’t the only one ’round with an