Ariyah stands in front of me as she fixes my necktie then smiles softly, "I love you, Drummer and I'm sorry for giving you such a hard time, all the time. I just don't want you to have me out here looking stupid." She says, as she grabs her purse from the bed.

"I love you too." I lie. "You know I wouldn't do you like that. You need to start trusting me, Ariyah. Yo trust issues be driving me crazy, but I know I'm to blame for that."

Without a word, she nods her head then follows me out to the car, standing at the passenger's door and looking at me. "Are you forgetting something?" She asks, with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, my bad." I shrug as I walk to her side of the car, opening the door and letting her inside; closing it afterwards.

As I'm driving , comes on and I think about Milani at my bar, dancing hard as hell. That liquor was whooping her ass that night. A smile comes across my face that quickly drops when Ariyah asks me, "what's funny?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking bout sum." I tell her as I focus on the road.

"Bout what? A bitch?"

"Ariyah, don't fucking start! It's bad enough you fucked up my plans by making me come to this stupid ass party with you. We ain't been in the car 10 minutes and yo ass already bitching. If you think ima hear that shit all night, you got another thing coming. I'll leave yo ass there with yo coworkers."

Turning towards me, Ariyah slaps me before fixing her makeup as if nothing just happened. Feeling myself about to spazz, I light up the already rolled blunt that I keep in my glove compartment.

"I'm tired of you putting yo hands on me. You gone be tryna cry when I snatch that Dora the Explorer ass bob off yo motherfucking head." I scoff as I let the weed calm me down.

"Dora the Explorer? What the fuck, Dallas! You told me my hair looked good earlier!" She says as she fixes her dress, getting out of the car and standing next to me.

"I lied."

Ariyah glares at me and loops her arm in mine as we walk up to her job, multiple people speaking to us. She smiles widely as she greets them, I just nod which earns me a pinch from Ariyah.

Looking around the room, I immediately know that this isn't my scene. The white marbled floors, fake plants, and glistening water fountains kill my mood. I also can't even think straight from the damn Beethoven blasting through the speakers. Walking around with Ariyah leading us, I see the lil carrots, celery, and cheese sitting on silver trays with sparkling grape juice on the side.

"Man, what the fuck is this shit? Where the mf'n fried chicken and Hendawg?" I ask Ariyah, turning my nose up at the rabbit food they got here.

"Lower your voice, Drummer. This ain't the cookout! Act like you got some home training and stop being ghetto." She says and I smack my lips, earning a glare from her. I bite my lip to keep from calling her out her name.

As we finally make our rounds, we end up at a table with her coworkers. She wanna call me ghetto and shit, ima show her ghetto.

"So is this the infamous Dallas that you're always talking about?" One of Ariyah's coworkers asks as soon as we sit down.

"Yes it is. This is my handsome fiancé. Baby, this is Sarah, Johnathan, Phillip, and Melissa." Ariyah introduces them, motioning at each person as she calls their names.

"What do you do, Mr. Dallas?"

"Sell drugs." I laugh dryly making everyone gasp as Ariyah slaps my arm, "He's such a joker. He actually owns a few establishments around town. He's my little businessman."

"Ha ha! Good one, man." Johnathan laughs, encouraging everyone to do the same.

"Ariyah, look at our baby boy! I made sure to bring you this photo of him so you could see how precious he is. I know you're so tired of waiting for your baby to be born, maybe you can babysit for us sometimes." Melissa smiles, handing Ariyah the photo. "I really hope you start showing soon. I loved my baby bump."

"Awwww! He's so handsome. Isn't he handsome babe? I'd love to babysit." She asks me as I look at her like she's grown two heads. Ariyah isn't pregnant . I can't believe her crazy ass been lying to these folks.

"Ehh, he kinda look like a frog." I say nonchalantly, handing the photo back. "We ain't babysitting his lil ugly ass."

Melissa quickly puts her photo away and Ariyah leans over to me, whispering in my ear, "Dallas, I swear to God, if you don't stop being an asshole and embarrassing me, I'm gonna..."

"You gone what Ariyah? I don't know why you tryna be like these lame ass folks. Girl, these folks don't give a damn about you. They're just happy to have a black woman working with them so they can tell their white friends all about the little black girl that's good at math. Ariyah isn't pregnant. She can't even have kids." I say, getting up; leaving Ariyah and her accountant friends at the table looking stupid.

Before I even make it to the car, Ariyah runs at me, kicking and punching me. I turn around and grab her wrists then lightly shove her into the car. As we drive home in silence, my phone vibrates in my pocket and it's a message from Milani.

wyd?👀

On the way home. Wassup?👀

I convinced Jarell to let Chanel spend the night because Brandon wanted to chill with her so we all smoking..I'm tired of third wheeling, Pull up.

Bet. Be there in bout 30 mins.

Milani texts me back, but I'm not able to read the message because Ariyah snatches the phone out of my hand and throws it out of the window as we're driving down the highway going 80mph.

"Ariyah, I know you didn't just throw my motherfucking phone outta that window!!" I yell as I pull the car over onto the side of the road and start looking for my phone. After 10 minutes with no luck, I walk around the car and snatch Ariyah out of the car, being careful not to hurt her as I stare at her; trying to decide what to say.

"Say what you gotta say, Dallas!! I'm all ears! You think I'm finna let you text another bitch after you just embarrassed me in front of my coworkers!" She yells in my face.

"You dumb bitch!! I try my best to respect yo pitiful ass, but you just never stop acting stupid! Wasn't nobody texting another bitch! I was texting Brandon! You embarrassed yo damn self acting like you pregnant and shit. Like seriously Ariyah, you wanna be like them so bad that you had to fake a pregnancy?"

Ariyah just laughs, "You a bitch, Dallas!! You a bitch just like yo granddaddy was! You gone be just like him, a sad ass excuse of a man. Yo granddaddy cheated on yo grandma all the way up to his death bed and I'll be damn if you do me the same way."

Getting into Ariyah's face, I ball my fist up as I contemplate rocking her shit. I tolerate a lot of shit, but talking bout my grandad ain't it.

"Hit me!! Gone head and hit me! You know you wanna do it!!" She yells in my face, before kissing me.

I roughly kiss her back and grab a handful of her hair, snatching her head backwards. "You just almost got yo ass whopped." I tell her before letting her go and getting back in the car.

"You sexy as hell when you mad. I can't wait to get home and ride that angry dick." Ariyah smirks as she licks her lips. "Makeup sex is the best sex."

I don't say a word, I just start driving us back home and quickly park the car when we get there. If don't nobody else know how to get me riled up, Ariyah does and I hate that shit. "Gimme yo phone and take yo ass in the house."

"Nigga, you don't tell me wha.." she trails until I cut my eyes at her and cut her off, "Ariyah, I'm not playing wit yo ass right now." I say as she gives me the phone and starts walking up to the house.

As soon as she disappears behind the door, I dial Brandon's number and he picks up quickly, "wassup Ariyah, before you even ask, yeah, Drummer wit me. I don't know why you keep accusing him of cheating! You gotta trust my boy."

I laugh at Brandon's response. That's my nigga forreal. "Nigga this me. Yo lying ass ain't shit, but I appreciate that. Tell Lani Ian coming over there."

"You know I'm quick with the lies and why you couldn't just tell her that yourself? Why the hell you on Ariyah's phone?" He asks, his words coming out slow as fuck; letting me know that he's high.

"Her dumbass threw my phone out the window on the highway because she was irritating me at her lil work party so I embarrassed her ass. I don't know wassup with her lately, but I'm bout to handle that." I say as I walk towards the house.

"Well you a good one cause my idea of handling it and yours, two different things. You boutta handle it with fucking. I would've handled it with these fists, but nah forreal, I'll let Milani know...Aye, any word on that security footage from the bar?"

"Nigga, you crazy." I laugh, shaking my head. "Nah, not yet. Ima get Tae on it tomorrow tho." I say before hanging up the phone.

Walking into the house, I loosen my tie as I walk up the stairs; taking my shoes and everything else off. Ariyah is laying naked on the bed when I step into the room; making me lick my lips. Her smooth, chocolate skin and petite body glistens from the body oil she put on. Wasting no time, I get into the bed with her and smack her small ass. I kiss her lips roughly as my hands roam all over her body.

She moans when I take one of her nipples into my mouth as I rub circles on her clit, slipping two fingers into her wetness with ease. Trailing kisses from her nipples to her neck, I stop and suck on the area; marking what's mine. Ariyah turns her head to the side as I sloppily kiss and suck on her neck while picking up the pace with my finger until her juices cover my fingers.

"Get on all fours." I demand and watch as she gets into position, her ass in the air.

Stroking my dick a couple times, I position myself at her entrance as I ram into her making her gasp. Pulling it out, I ram into her again as she says my name, trying to run. "Naw, you wanted this shit so take it." I say as I smash into her harder each time, my balls slapping against her pussy.

"Ahhh shit baby, wait. You know I can't take all of you especially not from the back." She moans, still running as I hold her in place. "Naw fuck that, you need sum act right." I tell her, making the room echo from me fucking the shit outta her.

I continue to hold her in place while I keep pounding her shit, our moans and grunts filling the room as Ariyah's pussy tightens around my dick; her wetness running down her legs.

"Fuck fuck fuck!! Yessss!!" Ariyah screams as she reaches the peak of her orgasm.

Quickly flipping her around, I lay her on her back and make her hold her legs as I slide into her, trying to look into her eyes but she closes them each time I fill her up with this dick.

"Shit. This pussy good." I moan, giving her quick strokes. "Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy."

Wrapping my hand around her neck, I start choking her while I hardly stoke it; hitting her g-spot and making her squirt all over my stomach.

"W-wait. Stop! Drummer, STOP!! I-I can't breathe!!! S-Stop!! Omg, nigga you gone k-kill me!!" Hearing those words ruin my mood, so I pull out of her and finish up in the bathroom then take a shower and return to bed.

"Why you stop?" Ariyah asks me, putting my arm around her and laying on my bare chest.

"Because Ariyah, you ruined it talking bout you can't breathe and shit with yo lying ass. If you couldn't breathe you wouldn't have been able to talk. I hate when you be acting soft and shit. You don't never match my energy when we fucking." I tell her slightly pissed that I had to masturbate just to bust nut.

"Drummer, everybody can't turn into a sex demon like you. I'm not bout to end up dead just cause you wanna be too rough. Damn, think about my feelings when we fucking sometimes with yo selfish ass!" She scoffs, thumping my forehead.

I grab her hand and get on top of her, holding my weight off her, "What's going on with you? You been bitching more than normal. You better tell me wassup cause you getting on my fucking nerves forreal, Ariyah."

She just stares at me for a moment, it's clear that she's contemplating whether or not she wants to tell me the truth. "It's nothing really. I just be missing you. We never spend any time together because you're always gone and it seems like the only way I can get your attention is by getting on your nerves. It shouldn't be like that, Drummer. I'm your fiancé now! Not your lil girlfriend. Do you even still wanna marry me?"

My eyes soften when I hear her explanation and I start to feel guilty because everything she's saying is true. "I'm sorry, babygirl. I'll make more time for you. I know you're my fiancé and yes, I still wanna marry you." I say smoothly, making sure my lie is as believable as possible; knowing I don't wanna marry her. I just feel like I owe her this after everything she did to help me cope with Niyah's death. "Rye, did you really fake being pregnant?"

"Yeah I did, Dallas. I know you're wondering why. It's because my coworkers are always talking about their children or announcing a pregnancy and here I am, not able to hold on to a pregnancy long enough to even get the gender. It makes me feel so bad because I don't even feel like a real woman. What kinda woman can't do what women were made to do? I can't even stand looking at a baby now. All of those miscarriages, all that blood. I just feel like a failure and that's why I did it. I did it to fit in. I was tired of being excluded from the pregnancy/mommy conversations." She explains with tears in her eyes. Calming down when I pull her into a tight hug and rub her back.

"Baby, I had no idea you felt that way. I apologize for telling them you can't have children and embarrassing you. You're not a failure at all. You're the strongest woman I know. I don't know any other woman that can fix a broken man like me, but you did it. One day, we'll have this house full of babies. I don't care how much money it takes. I love you, Ariyah and I appreciate you for everything."

"Thank you, I love you too. I also appreciate you listening to me vent about my problems." She smiles softly, wiping her tears.

"No problem, love. That's what I'm here for. I appreciate you for always putting up with my shit. I don't deserve you." I admit honestly, thinking about all the times I've cheated on her.

"That's what a future wife does. I'm in this shit for the long run, Dallas."

"Good to know." I nod.

Funny thing is, I don't even think I'm in this for the long run. Maybe one night with Milani will change my mind and make me realize that pussy is everywhere, but a woman like Ariyah is hard to find.

Fuck getting to know Milani, I'm just gone have to hit it and quit it to settle my curiosity then me and Ariyah can move forward with our lives.