You Needed Me A Love Story by Shvonne Latrice Page A

out of line, but what woman didn’t? Every woman every now and then became overwhelmed with emotion and back talked, so that wasn’t a negative about her in my opinion.
    And then there is Kimberlyn, someone I have strong ass feelings for, and planned to marry and make the Queen of my throne. I’d never met a bitch who didn’t want me, let alone one who would dis me to be with another man. I wasn’t sure who I was madder at, TQ or Kimberlyn. I mean TQ and I weren’t homies, but I worked for him so I thought we had some sort of loyalty to one another, but I guess not. Then Kimberlyn, we were good, we really were, and it’s like the nigga snapped his fingers and she’d forgotten all about me.
    I met Kimberlyn in a liquor store almost a year ago. We were in it at the same time, and she was so damn pretty. I loved women who had at least one imperfect feature on their face, and she had that. Kimberlyn had the prettiest dark brown eyes, the perfect nose, long dark hair, and a slim thick body. Her imperfection, if you will, was her mouth. She had a huge ass Kool-Aid mouth like Aaliyah. It made her smile very captivating. Her home girl Goldie was fine too, and funny enough, her big ass nose made her bomb. I tried smashing her on the low, but she shut me down so badly I almost had her killed for embarrassing me. To keep her from running her mouth to Kimberlyn, I had to pay her five grand. Matikah was cool too, but she looked too perfect and pretty like a doll. All her features were flawless, and for some reason I didn’t like that. We all had our own little things that we liked, I guess.
    Anyway, I got Kimberlyn’s number and we got to know each other for a little over a year. We would hang out a lot, but she would only let me kiss her. I didn’t mind because I knew I had her in my pocket. Little did I know, her little ass was gonna leave me high and dry. Me, Gang, the king of Boston, got ditched by some regular bitch from Roxbury. But damn was she pretty.
    “Does she know that I’ve basically been your girl, even before you knew her? Does she know you haven’t stopped fucking with me?” Monica quizzed as she stared out the window with a lone tear traveling down her light cheek.
    “Nah, she don’t. Of course she don’t, and I appreciate you keeping quiet about that shit, shorty. Don’t cry,” I pulled her over to me, in which she hesitated at first, but finally gave in. “I love you, don’t even trip. You know you gon’ be my wife, especially now that she’s out of the picture.”
    “For real, Saa? Or are you just blowing smoke?” She looked up into my eyes with her hazel ones.
    “I’m for real. I just need to get out this funk. I don’t even think it’s necessarily her that got me tweakin’, it’s that my ego is a little bruised.”
    “To be honest, I think it was karma.”
    “Karma? How?”
    “She did what you did to me.”
    “Get off me, man.” I moved my arm from around her, and she sucked her teeth before scooting back over to her side. “I ain’t even really leave you like that. I explained that I just wanted to fuck, and that I did have love for her but I didn’t love her like I love you,” I lied. “So how is it that it’s karma? You knew once I fucked I was gonna be right back to you.”
    “It’s still fucked up, Saa, I should be enough for you.”
    “And I told you I was a nigga with needs, and you said it was cool as long as you were the main.”
    “Well I don’t know if I feel like that anymore. We’re twenty-eight years old, Saa, it’s time to progress or just separate.”
    “Well if you keep trying to come at me sideways and change who I am, we’re gonna fuckin’ separate and that’s on everything I love. Moose, take Ms. Jordan home, please.”
    “Really, Saa?” she snapped her neck to look at me after hearing what I’d instructed my driver to do.
    I declined to respond, and we didn’t say shit to one another the whole ride to her house. I didn’t feel like hearing