Still Sheisty: Part 2 (Triple Crown Publications Presents) (10 page)

"Keisha, when did you get this." she asked.

"Oh Tucker bought it, but he gave it to me right before all the drama started, why you like it?"

"Yeah it's a'ight, but he should of got you the silver one though." Shana rolled her eyes noticing Epiphany's hateration, but kept quite about it because she was determined to have a good time tonight. The girls made it to Club Suede around midnight. They headed straight for the bar. The club was kind of empty at first, but didn't take long to fill up with all kinds of people; black, white, Asian, you name it and they were up in there partying it up. Suede was also a well-known hang out spot for the baller/celebrities. That particular night, P. Diddy and his entourage was up in there along with Cameron Diaz and Justin Timberlake, who danced the night away in the VIP section.

Epiphany, of course being the diva she only knew how to be, wanted nothing less then VIP status, plus she wanted Puffy to noticed her and how good she looked in his Sean John design.

She started by making eye contact with one of the big body bouncers in front the velvet ropes. His arms were folded and he didn't seem to pay her much attention. She walked over to him and bluntly asked, "Ahhh, can you let me and my girls through please?"

Without even looking down at her he replied, "Nah shorty I can't."

"Come on, I said please. I'll give you my number." Epiphany said with a flirtatious smile. He gave her a dirty look.

Disappointed and bothered by the bouncer's rejection, Epiphany stormed off and head back over to Shana and Keisha, who stood holding their drinks, waiting patiently for her to signal them over to VIP.

"That muthafucka got to be gay," she yell out to them over the loud music.

"Or maybe you lost your touch." Shana laughed at her snide remark.

"Never that." Epiphany didn't find the humor at all.

"Oh come you guys, let's just have some fun." Keisha was the mediator as always.

"Yeah, lets." Shana rolled her eyes.

"Keisha just give me my drink. You and her go have fun, I'ma go stand over there" Epiphany said pointing towards the VIP section.

"You sure?" asked Keisha.

"Yessss, go," Epiphany yelled as she headed back over to the ropes. She was certain she'd get up in VIP. The DJ was putting it down with the music. The fellas were hawking the females like vultures, it didn't take long for Keisha and Shana to find dance partners. Epiphany sipped on her drink and checked out the scene carefully. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Slowly, she turned to her left and there stood a six-foot-four, nicely built, caramel brown complexion brother with light eyes.

"What's your name, shorty?" he asked with a killer smile.

Jackpot bells went off in Epiphany's heads when she looked down and saw he was standing on the other side of the ropes in VIP, where she needed to be. She smiled at him, damn near showing all her pearly whites.

"Epiphany."

"Epiphany?" he repeated.

"Ugh huh."

"That's nice, it's different." Epiphany smiled again, moving seductively to the music and taking a sip from her glass.

"What you drinking."

"A mimosa," she replied in a sexy, but girlish kind of tone.

"Oh word, so why don't you come chill with me and have another one?"

She smiled some more, "Okay."

"Yo, Dude let shorty through." he said to the bouncer.

Epiphany gave the bouncer a mean
'you should of let me
through the first time'
look as he shook his head and reluctantly unhooked the rope to let her through. She walked over to her new friend's table and he introduced her to four of his boys and two girls that looked like video hoes with all their assets hanging out.

"Okay, I know their names, but I don't know yours," she said. He gave her a dumbfounded look like she was suppose to know who he was.

"That's 'cause you ain't ask."

"I'm asking you now," Epiphany replied.

"Wild."

"Wild what?"

"No, that's my name," he said.

"Oh, okay!"

The two hit it off so well, she forgot all about the celebs in VIP and her girls. Wild entertained her with his conversation, jokes and plenty of Veuve Clicquot mimosas refills. Epiphany didn't find him all that attractive, as a matter of fact on a scale of one to ten she'd rate him a flat five, but deep pockets and a free-hearted spirit could easily put him in the eight spot, especially if the dick was good. A big nigga like him had to be equipped with a 'get-up-in-ya-guts' size dick, meaning 12 inch-es or more. She learned that he was a music producer and owned his own company called Wild One Productions, with quite a few hits under his belt. Epiphany felt kind of bad for not knowing who he was from the jump. She loved the limelight niggas; Jay Z, 50 Cent and P. Diddy, but she could've give a fuck about the behind the scenes nigga laying the tracks,
until now
.

"Epiphany!" Keisha was standing next to the security guard.

"Yo, is that your friend calling you?" Wild asked. Epiphany turned around and noticed Keisha signaling her to come over.

"Yeah that's one of them," she said getting up to see what Keisha wanted.

"Nah, hold up a minute." Wild pulled Epiphany back down in the seat. "Yo, Homes," he called out to the bouncer "Let her through."

"Sorry Man, I can't let no more through right now," the bouncer replied.

"That's alright, let me just go see what she wants, okay?" Epiphany said to Wild as she got up and walk over to Keisha.

"What's up girl?"

"Nothing, but we're ready to go."

"Already?" Epiphany said looking down at her diamond face Rolie, which only read three am.

"Yeah, I'm tired and I think Shana had too much to drink." Epiphany sucked her teeth and let out a hard sigh.

"Okay, just give me five minutes."

"Alright, we'll be waiting by the exit." Epiphany walked back over to Wild with an agitated look on her face.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Nothing, I should of drove my own car that's all, but since I didn't, I have to go."

"Ahhh come on, you can't be serious. Our vibe is too good for you go now."

"Yeah, but my girls are ready now."

"So then let them go and I'll take you home." The offer sounded good, but Epiphany didn't want to seem too thirsty, besides the last time she was with a guy she ended up with a bullet in her chest, so it was best that she played it safe.

"Nah I'm gonna go, but why don't you take my number."

"Oh no doubt, hold up let me put it in my phone." Wild said pulling out his phone. "Okay now what is it?" Epiphany recited her number while he punched the number keys on his phone and repeated them back to her. "A'ight sexy I'ma holla at you." Epiphany blushed as she said goodnight.

"Damn these bitches get on my nerves,"
she mumbled under her breath, making her way to the exit.

It was six in the morning when the all the yelling and screaming woke Epiphany up out of barely two hours of sleep.
She hopped up out of bed, cracked the bedroom door and stuck her head out to hear what the fuss was about. Being miss nosey, she wasn't satisfied with just the earshot she had on Keisha and Tucker's argument, she wanted to see what was going on as well.

Epiphany tippy-toed over to the stairs and peeked down into the living room. She still wasn't able to get a clear view, but she could hear the them better.

"Who told you to pack my stuff up, Keish?" Not giving her a chance to answer his question he continued, "Look just unpack my things and put everything back where it belongs." Tucker tried to rationalize without getting loud.

"I ain't unpacking nothing." Keisha said shrugging her shoulders. "I want you to take it and go, since you don't want to be with me anymore--leave."

"You got some fucking nerve," laughed Tucker, pausing in disbelief. "I don't believe you. You walk around here acting like I'm the bad guy, Keisha, but if I'm not mistaken you're the one that went out and fucked some gay-ass stripper nigga. You're crazy if you think I'm leaving
my
house. You better be lucky I let you stay here."

"What! You can't make me leave, my name is on the deed too." Keisha said.

"I don't give a shit, my money paid for this right here, so act up if you want to and word to my son, I'll burn this bitch down and neither one of us'll live in it. I ain't trying to hear all that shit about your name. The only reason why you still here is because of my little man. You played me and ain't no way in hell I could forgive some shit like that."

This was the first time Tucker had ever spoke about how he felt about what she did. He had finally confirmed it--it was over.

"The only reason he lets me stay is because of the baby
huh,"
Keisha said to herself.

Tucker still loved her, but there was no way he could get past what she did, not now anyway. It might have been different if he heard that she fucked around, but seeing her get fucked by another dude, especially a stripper left tainted thoughts of her in his mind. Watching her cry, made him feel bad, but in all reality she did it to herself.

"Tucker, I'm sorry, baby. Please tell me you still want me, please say we can work this out." Keisha sobbed. "I'll do anything. I love you so much. You're the only man I ever loved and will ever love. I can't live without you" Keisha poured her heart out to Tucker as he sat on the couch with his head down trying to take everything she was saying into consideration. There was a moment of silence between the two. While Keisha waited for Tucker to say something, he was at a loss for words. Part of him wanted to push his pride to the side and wrap his arms around her waist, hold her tight, tell her how much he loved her and tell her 'Yes, I forgive you.' The other part of him wanted to wrap his hands around her neck, squeeze the dear life out of her and express the hate he felt towards her for playing him like she did.

Meanwhile while Epiphany continued to get her ear hustle on at the head of the steps she too waited impatiently for one of the two to respond. Her heart went out to Tucker as she watched him closely and imagined what her life might have been like if she would of gotten with him instead of Mali. Tucker was fine and she envied the kind of relationship Keisha had with him.

They were exclusive and he adored her. So she couldn't understand why she or anyone else for that matter would jeopardize perfection to get dicked down by some cornball with muscles.

Even though she couldn't remember exactly what happened, she knew without a doubt that her strong influence on Keisha could have prevented her from making such a big mistake. Still looking down at the hardwood floor, Tucker shook his head and finally broke his silence.

"Keish, I can't...I can't fuck with you like that. You can stay here if you want, as long as you want, just be a good mother to my son that's all I ask. I'll still pay the bills, take care of my son and do what I gotta do. But, this is my house and I'll come and go as I please, so don't be bringing no niggas up in here. You got that?"

Keisha didn't answer, she just stood in front of him with her arms folded, tapping her feet while the tears continuously roll down her face.

"Go, get you some rest, you can put my stuff back when you wake up." Tucker got up and walked out the front door.

"Keisha?" Epiphany called out as she stepped down to the middle of the stairs, where she saw Keisha balled up on the couch crying. Keisha didn't answer.

When Shana got home K.C. was in the bed knocked out sleeping.
The eight apple martini's she had at the club had her stum-bling all over bedroom, while trying to undress. Easing herself into bed, she stared at K.C. with disgust while he slept.

Considering he chose not to come home the night before she was furious. She wanted to wake him up and lash out at his ass the best way she knew how. But, it was six in the morning and him being the nigga he was would only flip it, wanting to know why she was just getting in and where she had been. She con-templated whether or not she should take it there. Hopping up out of bed Shana was looking for a fight. Creeping over to K.C.'s side of the bed, where his pants rested on the floor, she kneeled down and checked his pockets in search of condoms or anything that might indicate that he was fucking around. Deep down inside she didn't want to believe that he was, but she wasn't about to sleep on him neither. Shana then took his cell phone from it's charger and headed to the bathroom with it. She closed the door and turned on the faucet to drown out the sound of the keys on the phone as she pushed them to check the call history of all his incoming and out going calls.
'No incoming or out
going calls all day, bullshit.'
She found it ironic that no data appeared on the screen. From that she assumed he was guilty of foul play. Shana stormed back to the bedroom and threw K.C.'s phone at him, scaring him up out of his sleep.

"Bitch what the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled.

"You muthafucka, that's what. Where the fuck did you stay at last night?"

"Man, come on with all that bullshit. I tell you one thing, you throw something else at me like that again and watch me beat the shit out of you." K.C. threatened.

"Fuck you nigga, you better go beat on the ho you was with last night. And why the fuck you erase all the calls off your phone, you sneaky bastard?" K.C. jumped up and grabbed Shana by her throat pulling her down to the bed.

"You noisy drunk-ass bitch, keep your hands off my shit! The only reason I did that, was to see if your sneaky ass be snooping through my shit." Shana struggled on the bed as she pulled at his hands hoping to get him to unloosen the tight grip he had around her neck.

"Get the fuck off of me," she cried.

"You gon' shut the fuck up, right?" K.C. asked before he let her go noticing how red her face had turned along with the tears that were streaming down the sides of her face. He released her and started to laugh. "I bet you'll stay out my shit now, won't you?" K.C. said.

"K.C., just leave me alone." Shana whispered. massage her neck.

"Ahhh, come here," he said pulling her towards him, "I'm sorry, but you did hit me first" K.C. pleaded his case as he began to fondle Shana's breast.