What the fuck was he doing?

He'd gone ten years without fucking with her but somehow he had slid back up into baby momma number one when he went to drop off Ravyn. After he dropped Symone off, he went to Shareefa's momma's house where she lived and Ravyn immediately went off with her grandmother to the store.

Shareefa invited him in and kept flirting with him, prancing around half-naked with a bra top and little bittie shorts with her luscious ass hanging out. She was five-two and built like a brick house. Thick in the right places, slim in the right places. Even though they were just kids when they hooked up and she got pregnant, she was always built like that.

He was still feeling some kind of way about Angel, so he was mad and riled up, and then Reefa made his dick hard and he needed to bust that nut. First, she sucked him off, right there in the living room. It was good, but Angel was better.

Then they went to her bedroom and he fucked her like he wanted to hurt her, but she liked it rough.

"Yes daddy, yes! I missed this dick," she said as he hit it doggy style and she kept backing that ass on him.

He just wanted to bust one and get out of there. It was emotionless to him. He did care for Shareefa, but not in that way anymore. He knew she wanted him back, but that's not where he was at with her. He had to stay cordial with her because their daughter and that was it. He knew shit was about to change now that he was just using her for a quick fuck and then he was bouncing.

Cardi B never lied though, "wet ass pussy make that pull out game weak," he thought as he busts his nut and didn't pull out fast enough. He jerked off on her ass, shooting his load in a couple of squirts. Yeah, he went raw and he hoped he did not regret that. That's how Ravyn came to be.

"Mmm, Hook baby, I missed you so much," Shareefa said, standing up and hugging him. "You still got it, boy. Now we can tell Rave daddy will be back and we'll be a family."

"Reef, you know it's not gonna happen like that. We just had a moment of weakness and it is what it is. We didn't work out twelve years ago for a reason."

"Because we were young and stupid, but we were still in love."

"We ran away and robbed and stole, hiding away in trap houses like we were Bonnie and Clyde. If you hadn't got pregnant, we would have still been running the streets or ended up dead or something."

Something he would always regret, running away from his mom because he didn't want to follow the rules of her house. She caught him selling drugs and threatened to put him out, so he just ran away and took Shareefa with him. They robbed Family Dollar and Quik Trips and people and broke into houses, they did whatever they had to in order to survive.

Something Angel would never understand.

"We made a perfect little angel," she said.

He grunted at the angel referenced as he pulled his pants on.

"I gotta go."

"Now? Come on and stay. Spend the night and we can finish that up and do some more things. I know you know some stuff because I heard--"

"What did you hear?"

"Hook, don't play, you get around. I know some of the hoes that brag up on your dick, and I always hit them with the, I had it first. Thirsty broads."

Pot calling the kettle black, but he was going to shut up there.

"Reef, thanks for hooking a brother up, but we can't do this again, not if you think it means something else."

He headed for the door with her hot on his heels.

"Is it that new bitch you got up in your place while your girls were there?"

He turned to her. Of course, Ravyn ran her mouth to her mother already.

"Who I'm fucking right now is no business of yours."

"You always thought you were better than everybody else around you. You still a broke ass nigga even with that little shop you got going that your uncle paid for. If it wasn't for your dick game, I wouldn't even worry about your ass."

He better leave before he said something that got him in trouble. He knew Shareefa was just egging him on so he would. Many times she'd kept Ravyn away from him when she was upset with him. He was not about the games when it came to his kids. He paid child support plus any extra cash he had he helped out. That's one of the reasons he could never stack cash right and have better things.

His kids came first.

"Tell Rave I will see her next weekend. Bye Shareefa," he said and left the house.

"Bitches," he mumbled.

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He buried himself in work, to get his mind off women. As much as he wanted to call Angel's sexy ass and go a round with her, he wasn't gonna get played like a fool. She wanted things over, they were over. And now Shareefa was calling and texting him, trying to apologize and beg him back and to try again, and yadda yadda yadda. She was on one.

Work kept him busy all week. His business did not bring in top dollar, but it did well enough to pay four employees plus himself. He could not pay them extra benefits, but good thing there was Obamacare. Times was rough. People were just happy to have a job that paid their bills, fed them, and kept a roof over their heads.

"Yo man, I need the hookup," Davion said, barging into his office.

"What now?"

Davion sold drugs but still was the most broke drug dealer he ever knew. When he was hustling he stacked his paper and always had money. He was young, not like he had bills. He didn't buy fancy jewelry or cars or give chicks money, so he just had his stashed away. Despite what Shareefa thought, half the car shop was his drug money, half was from his uncle.

"Erica's car broke down in East Boogie man, can you go tow her here?"

"What she doing in East Saint?"

"Man, I told you baby moms strip there, she was leaving work."

He gave his friend a look. If this was the baby momma that was having his latest kid, she was like seven months pregnant now. She still was stripping? He didn't even want to know.

He got up and grabbed his tow truck keys. He wasn't even going to ask his partna who was paying because he knew that was no one. That's why he was called Hook, always hooking people up. Out the goodness of his heart. Back in the day, he hooked people up by breaking and entering and robbing and stealing and giving out the goods to those who wanted it. When he got good with cars, he was always the hookup man to fix everybody and their momma's cars.

Because he did customization of cars and detailing, all the neighborhood slangers wanted to pimp out their ride. He was such a good guy, either not charging or barely charging that's why he couldn't make a nice profit. What was he supposed to do? They were his people.

"She still with the car, or what?"

"Naw, her ass wasn't staying sitting in that ride as big as she is. She caught an Uber. I'll ride with you man."

He did not like going to East St. Louis if he did not have to. Not a damn thing over there unless you were looking to club or catch some strippers. By the time they made it to Erica's car, the windows were already busted out tires gone.

"Oh shit! The fuck wrong with people," Davion said, examining what was left of the car as Hook started to get ready to tow it.

"You lucky they left it pretty much in one piece. This can be fixed. She have anything in the car valuable they might have taken?"

"Fuck I know. Shit! Always some damn thing that's gonna cost a brother."

"You know I got you Dav, pay what you can so baby moms can have a ride," he said.

He had gotten the car on the truck, Davion was explaining to an upset Erica about her car, when he looked down at his phone and saw a text message from Angel.

What the hell?

He didn't even want to read it. He wanted to ignore it. Delete and ignore. Nope, he would read it then delete it.

Angel: Hey, can you call me?   

Nope! He shook his head. Why would he want to call her? Some drama for sure. He was done, done with her. D.O.N.E! Done! Always the fine chicks with the most problems. That's why Halle Berry ass can't keep a man. Halle may be old, but she was fine as fuck, but been through some men. Angel wasn't on that level, but she had the baggage to start her off in that direction. Only thirty-two and on divorce one. He was sure she would go through some men in her life.

Men loved the crazy ones. When they looked like Angel, sure.

Damn! He missed her crazy ass and wanted to call her.

He quickly deleted the message and drove off. It was over with them, no turning back. He had already fucked someone else. He was taking a hiatus from women.

"Hey, after we drop the whip off at yo shop, we should hit up da clubs catch some bitches. When the last time you hang with a nigga, or dat old bitch wife you up?"

"First of all, I still gotta work. Second of all, I ain't even trying to catch no bitches...or women either. Third of all, I can't hang with yo crazy ass or my ass will get locked up. Lastly, put some respect on my girl's name, she ain't a bitch. I ain't wifed up...and nigga, in fact, we done."

"Hmph! You done, or she done, cuz nigga you act like a square when you talk about that bitch. Whipped ass."

"Yo old broke ass have too many babies and baby moms, and a damn baby on the way, why the hell do you need to be in a club when you need to buy some damn diapers, binkys, and formula."

"Cuz man, new pussy always the best pussy."

Hook grunted. Even in his wild playa days, he was not a womanizer. Many times he had many chicks, but none were classified as his woman. If one was cool enough to wifey down, he didn't need any side pieces. That was too much to juggle for him. The lies, deleting texts, sneaking in, buying extra condoms because the women knew to count them in the box in the nightstand. If it was a box of twenty and only ten in there and you only boned her once that week, how you explain away that shit? Making balloons out of them or something?

"Strap up then, you can't afford more babies."

"How you know what I can afford?"

"Cuz you always coming at me for a hook up instead of paying what you owe."

"Whatever man, I'll pay you what I owe. You got a layaway plan, man?"

They both laughed cause he was joking. He wasn't going to pay full price and that was okay by him. That was his boy.

By the time they made it back to his shop, and he put Erica's car away, Davion still wanted to hang around while he ordered the parts he needed for the car.

"So you hanging with me tonight?"

"Bruh, didn't I answer that shit!"

"It's Friday night, Craig, you ain't got shit else to do!" He said in his best Smokey impersonation. "You said you and old lady done, don't you need a new bitch...I mean, excuse me," he pretended to speak properly. "A new honey, woman, chick, man whatever you want to call it. A bitch is a bitch. I ain't being disrespectful nigga, they call each other that."

He ignored his friend and looked down at his phone. He was disappointed Angel did not text him again. What could she possibly want?

Some dick.

A/N: Davion might be a drug dealer and all them baby moms, but he funny! And see why Hook is called Hook? Nobody paying this man and he's always giving them a hookup.

XOXO
Kimberly