Thug Paradise 3: Forever Thuggin by P Mz. Lady

Author:P, Mz. Lady [P, Mz. Lady]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Shan Presents
Published: 2015-07-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17-Rahmeek

I’m A King

The way Aja acted today really pissed me off, to the point where I wanted to slap fire from her ass. I can’t believe her ass had been following me around and assuming stupid shit. I’ve being doing right by my wife and I’m feeling a certain type of way about her behavior. No matter what I do or how great I am as a husband to her, she still finds a way not to notice the shit I do for her and my kids. I go hard for my family each and every day. I literally get no sleep because I’m out making sure the cash flow is straight and my businesses are in order. She complains because we never spend time together, but I’m out working. As a husband and as a father, it is my job to make sure my family lives comfortably. After all these years of being married, one would think she would be less insecure.

It had been a long day at the trap. All I wanted to do is climb in bed and sleep. Of course, when I walked in the door Aja had covers and a pillow on the couch. She had lost her mind if she thought I was sleeping on the motherfucking couch. I took all of my clothes off in the laundry room, and went upstairs to our bedroom. Before going inside, I checked on the kids and they were asleep. I had to make it my business to take them out to the arcade. It had been a minute since I took them out and spent leisure time with them. When I walked inside our room, Aja was sitting up in bed reading. I needed a shower so I went into our bathroom. I didn’t say shit to her because I knew she was about to start some shit.

“So, you just gone walk in here and don’t say shit to me?”

“I don’t have shit to say Aja. Take your ass to sleep.” I headed straight into the bathroom and I took a shower. I was not about to play this game with her spoiled, bratty ass. That’s her problem; she’s so fucking spoiled. I blame that nigga, Markese, and he blames me. Hell, we’re both to blame. The shower curtain swung open and Aja was standing there looking crazy. I just shook my head at her because she just would not let a nigga be. I’m not in the mood to be arguing with her ass. This is the shit that makes me want to slap her ass. Aja really be testing a nigga. In my head I had to woosah because I was seconds from muffing the shit out of her.

“I said I was sorry for following you. Don’t come in here like I was the only one in the wrong. You got back in the game without discussing it with me. In case you forgot, I’m your wife and that should have been a joint decision.

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