Desperate Hoodwives by Meesha Mink & De'nesha Diamond

Author:Meesha Mink & De'nesha Diamond [Mink, Meesha & Diamond, De'nesha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Adult, General, Contemporary, Urban Life, Atlanta (Ga.), African American, Inner Cities, African American Women, Urban Fiction
ISBN: 9781416537526
Google: jjfbP08TRIwC
Amazon: 141653752X
Barnesnoble: 141653752X
Goodreads: 2155025
Publisher: Touchstone
Published: 2008-01-07T13:00:00+00:00

“Al this shit for just throwin’ a damn bal across the field.” I shake my head and climb the stairs to Tyrik’s bedroom. As I walk, I continue to imagine

that al this shit belongs to me. Of course, I would fil the place with servants so I could be waited on hand and foot.

My mornings would begin with either breakfast in bed or a few laps in the pool — after I learn how to swim, of course.

I’d shop al day and show up at every hot party and turn every bitch there green with envy, including Aisha Cummings.

I’d show her how a real bal a rol s.

The day I move out of Bentley Manor, I’m blastin’ Tupac’s “Al Eyez on Me” so the whole joint wil know what time it is or maybe I’l throw one of

those old block parties.

That would be a lot of fun.

I slip into Tyrik’s room and inhale the woodsy cologne that stil hangs in the air. On top of getting paid and looking good, Tyrik smel s like a man’s

man — not one of those fruity metrosexuals in suits running around downtown.

The bedroom is decorated in handsome, dark mahogany that undoubtedly cost a fortune. The carpet is so plush I can literal y feel myself sinking

into it. A baby would be nice — but a ring would be better.

“Mrs. Tyrik Jefferson.” I like the sound of that shit.

I want a house like this. I deserve a house like this.

Final y I pul my big head out of the clouds and get back to my plan of action. I strol over to the nightstand and open the top drawer. But there’s only

two condoms left in the box. There was definitely more than this left in here the other night.

“That motherfucker!” I clench my jaw, wishing Tyrik was here right now so I could sock him in his lying mouth. I bet it’s that damn fake-ass J-Ho I

keep seeing everywhere. Yeah, I may be after the nigga’s money and al , but at least my ass has been faithful these last few months. Why do niggas

always try to nail everything with a hole?

I sit down on the edge of the bed stunned by how much this bul shit hurts. Do I love Tyrik? I don’t know — but I do care about his ass. How can I

not?

Shit.

I wipe my eyes before the tears fal and then punch the sewing needle through the center of the condoms. At a casual glance, the punctures are

hardly noticeable in the gold wrappers.

In the distance, I hear a loud rumbling coming up the driveway. I jump up from the bed and race to the window. What the fuck am I gonna say if I’m

caught?

Shit. This is what I get for daydreamin’.

At the sight of Junior’s ugly-ass hoopty rol ing up the drive, I relax and thank my lucky stars. It’l be a lot easier lying to Junior than Tyrik. I turn around and rush out the bedroom. By the time I reach the top of the stairs, Junior is coming through the door and flashing me a smile.

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