Short Story pt. 1

SHORT STORY: PART 1

It was in this moment, as he watched her counting his money with a blunt between her lips, that he realized who she was. His woman. Not some hoe who was only with him for his money, not some chick who wanted to use him to make her ex-boyfriend jealous and not some bitch who just wanted to show him off on her arm like some prized possession. No, Zoe was a real woman. A woman who was down for him in any and every way that he needed her, a woman who did whatever he asked of her and a woman who would kill any nigga or bitch that tried to fuck with him.

Not only was she beautiful but she was smart, too. She wasn’t like those other bitches that had a fat ass, big breasts and good head game with no brain upstairs, no, she was the full package. She had curves that Beyoncé couldn’t fuck with, great breasts, thick thighs, long curly hair, the best pussy he’s ever had and the most sinful mouth he’s ever seen. And…she was in school. Monday through Friday she attended the University of Chicago faithfully. And even though she wanted more out of life, to make something of herself, she never made Marcus feel like he wasn’t good enough or like he was beneath her.

She was the true definition of a Lady in the Streets and a Freak in the Sheets.

‘I love this woman,’ He realized. ‘She’s the woman I want by my side at all times, the woman I want to have my kids. Fuck that, she’s the woman I want to make my wife.’

Zoe looked up from counting Marcus’s money and raised a brow. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

A slow smile spread across his lips and he shook his head. “No reason, ma.”

“No reason, huh?” she took a long drag of the blunt and handed it to him. “I know you, Marcus. I know that look.”

He takes the blunt and brings it to his lips. “What look?”

“The look you get when you’re thinking really hard about something,” she laughed. “So, you mind as well tell me.”

Marcus took a long drag and held it in as he kept his eyes on her. ‘Damn! How did I get so fuckin’ lucky?’ he thought. She was just so damn beautiful. He’d hit the jackpot when she agreed to go out with him three years ago.

“Marcus! Nigga, speak!”

He almost choked on the smoke, he’d held in, at her sudden outburst. “Damn, Zoe,” he coughed. “Warn a nigga next time.”

“Well, if your ass stopped staring off into space, like some damn recovering alcoholic who’s just walked into a liquor store for the first time in ten years, then I wouldn’t have had to scare yo’ slow ass.” She laughed.

That laugh! Damn that laugh. No matter how his day was going, he could hear that laugh and everything would just disappear. It would just be them and no one else. Nothing and no one else mattered. It was ‘fuck everyone’. Marcus honestly didn’t know what it was about her that just made his fucking heart start beating erratically, or why his palms got sweaty every time she was around or why he’d kill anyone who looked at her wrong.

Maybe it was her laugh, her smile, the way her ass looked in the shorts she was wearing, her strong head game or how good she fucked him, whatever. All he knew was that she was his, no one else, and he wanted to make sure the whole fucking world knew it.

“Marcus, really? You’re just –”

“Marry me.” He blurted.

He watched her eyes widen and her jaw drop. “Wha – what?”

“You heard me, Zoe,” he put out the rest of the blunt and turned to her. “I want you to marry me, Zoe. Become Mrs. Marcus Jones. I want to the whole fuckin world know that you’re my woman and that you belong to me and that if anyone even licks their lips at you, I’ll beat the shit out of them.”

Zoe couldn’t help but laugh at his unconventional way of proposing to her.

“Look, I know a nigga ain’t in school and ya parents don’t like me but –”

She cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips against his to shut him up. “Marcus?” she pressed her forehead against his.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and ask me again.”

He chuckled before taking a big breath and pulling away to meet her gaze. “Marry me, Zoe.”

She smiled widely. “Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Jones. Hmm, I like the sound of that.”

He cocked his head. “So, that’s a yes, right?”

“Uh, nigga, yeah.” She said in a duh tone.

With a smile, Marcus tackled her on the bed, throwing money all over the bed and floor, and pinned her down as he started kissing her. She’d agreed to marry him, a man who’d said he’d never settle down and get married. Now, here he was, happily engaged to a woman he knew, deep down he didn’t deserve but who loved him. He can’t wait to start a family with her.

Just as things were getting heated, Marcus hears his phone going off, signaling he had a message. “Who the fuck is texting me at this time?” he groaned to himself as he leaned over and grabbed his phone.

Message from Kelly:

‘What the fuck does this bitch want now?’ he thought.

He opened the message and he’d swear his heart stopped. His body stiffened, his blood ran cold and he found it hard to breathe.

‘No. No! Fuck! This shit cannot be happening right now!’ he thought as he quickly rolled off Zoe and moved to the edge of the bed. ‘I just fuckin proposed to my girl and now this shit happens? What the fuck, man!’

Marcus ran his hand over his head as he read the message, that bitch Kelly sent, over and over again.

Message from Kelly: Nigga, I’m pregnant. Happy early Father’s Day.

PART 2 COMING SOON!