Diary of the Plug's Daughter

Chapter One

T his is crazy…I can’t believe I’mma whole stalker now.

Summer admitted her problem to herself daily. That’s essentially what her life had come to after losing her nigga to someone else. It was bad enough that he was already seeing another woman, but what made it worse was that his new woman was just as pretty as she was and far more educated too. Ole wannabe doctor ass, Summer mused as she stood at the bathroom sink brushing her teeth while lurking on her phone at the same time. She couldn’t compete where she didn’t belong, and that’s what hurt the most. But, she hadn’t waved the white flag yet.

Religiously, every morning during her personal hygiene routine, she’d log into one of her many fake Instagram accounts to check her ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend’s page. She spent countless hours commenting negativity under each and every photograph, and as crazy as it sounded, she never got tired of trolling. She could engage in petty all day long, but soon, her phone began to ring in her hand.

Summer looked at her caller I.D. and smiled devilishly. Hello, she answered in a syrupy sweet tone.

All she got was heavy breathing in response.

He–llo? Her voice was now filled with hostility as it surged through the speaker. Helloooo? Why the hell you not saying nothing?

As Amaya sat quietly on the bed, she didn’t know who she expected to be on the other end when she called, but after realizing it was another woman, she was taken aback. Underneath her yellow complexioned skin, she began to burn, and her heartbeat sped up. Was Loso cheating on her already?

The 773 number had been calling her boyfriend’s phone all night long, even until this very morning at an almost non-stop rate, which is what prompted her to return the call. Amaya flipped her long, black silky hair over her shoulders and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to find out if her man was creeping.

Hello? Carlos!

Hearing the bitch say her man’s government name was confirmation that her numerous calls hadn’t been a mistake.

Yo, who the fuck is this? Amaya snapped.

The chick on the other line chuckled like she’d just heard a joke. I'm the one who’s finna ride your nigga’s dick, bitch. That’s who I am, ole girl had the nerve to say. And why you calling me from Daddy's phone anyway? He’s gonna be so mad at you when I tell him.

Daddy? Amaya asked breathlessly. It felt like she’d taken a mallet to the chest. Did you just say Daddy?

Yeah, bitch, Daddy. That's what your nigga likes for me to call him whenever he’s deep off in my pussy, she snarled. Especially when he’s hitting it from the back. He likes for me to scream it when I’m creaming all over his dick.

At a loss for words, Amaya felt herself spiraling as her mind began to imagine Loso having sex with this off brand bitch. So many questions flooded her mind at once. Like, how long had this been going on? How often were they having sex? Did she know her? Why would Loso do this to her again after she gave him another chance? It took a second for her to recover from the blow, but she refused to show it to some random hoe on the phone.

Hold up! Let me bring you up to speed about my nigga, boo, Amaya got ready to give her an earful. First of all, I’m wifey—

"And? So what? Obviously, Carlos doesn’t give a fuck about that bogus ass title he gave you. Matter fact, your nigga is still beating my pussy up, and he paying good money for it too, she added. It was a lie, but she felt like cooking up some drama this morning. You being his wifey doesn't shield him from a real get money bitch like me. Ain't nobody's nigga safe as long as they breakin' bread. And yours, well, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that he’s a big spender."

How about you boss the fuck up and get your own bag, bitch? You fuckin’ bum ass, whack ass bitch. You wanna live off somebody else like a bottom feeding hood rat ’cause you don’t got shit going for yaself, Amaya spat, her New York accent more pronounced with each word she spoke. She couldn't stand females who depended on niggas to take care of them. Before we even address the fact that you're proud to be screwing somebody else’s man, let's talk about your basic ass first. I bet you the type who doesn't have any ambitions or goals because you sound like a young, dumb hoe.

Girl, bye! Everybody and they mama knows that Carlos has a thing for young pussy, she claimed, keeping her smug attitude. Maybe it’s all this ass I got, or maybe he can't get enough of how I ride his fat dick. I really don't know, but I’m sure Daddy could tell you better than I can.

Bitch, you tried it! Your pussy can get wetter than a lake, and you can have ass for days, but you'll never replace me. And you’ll never be me or have what I have. Amaya was 100% sure about that. She was one of the youngest black doctors practicing medicine in New York, and she doubted very seriously that any hood rat could compete with her. And let's be clear on something, it's gonna take a lot more than sex to take my man, boo. Besides, if the bitch is weak, her pussy weak too, so you know what that means...

"Obviously my pussy on smoothie because Carlos stays in it, boo, the girl mocked. He be slurping my shit up when I’m riding his face too. How ’bout that? And to be honest, he cuts a check without me even having to fuck him. All I gotta do is ask, and he hands the money right over. Willingly and often."

Amaya scoffed disbelievingly. Not only was she on the phone with Loso’s sideline whore, but she was a loud mouthed, disrespectful ass sideline whore. She wanted to go through the phone and rock her to sleep.

Homegirl, you’re doing entirely too much for a thot who only sucks dick for a living. Don't get beside yaself. You already got one strike against you since you're sleeping with my man, but there won't be a second, Amaya threatened, wanting to punch something. "See, I'm the type of girlfriend who eliminates side bitches permanently."

I’ll personally give you my address.

Oh, I’m not the one you wanna try like that, she assured. I will pull up and pop your ass, baby girl. Now, back to my original question, who the fuck is you?

I’m Summer, she happily disclosed. Anyway, where Loso at? I been calling his ass all night. Tell my baby daddy that we have a doctor’s appointment coming up.

Floored. That's how Amaya felt as she jolted her head back. She couldn't believe the nerve of this thot. Nor could she believe that Loso had fucked her raw after the way she cheated on him. Dumb ass cum bucket.

I'll tell you what, little girl... Amaya started. Carlos will be with you shortly. But when he does make it to your house, do me a favor and keep him there. Will you?

There was a long pause before Summer spoke again. I'm pretty sure I can manage. We usually pull all nighters anyway, she said and hung up.

The disconnected call made Amaya go into full investigation mode. What else is Loso hiding from me? She tapped on his text message icon to look for more evidence of his infidelity.

Amaya was lying sideways on her bed, still looking at Loso's phone in shock when he stepped out of the bathroom. Her aggravation, however, didn't stop her from admiring how his freshly showered frame glistened in the morning light that shone through the bay windows. A royal blue towel was wrapped around his defined waist, showing off his semi-erection as his sexy, chocolate body moved across the room.

Though he still looked the same, Amaya saw him in a different light. Taking a glimpse at his dick, she wondered what the hell possessed him not to put on a condom during his sexual trysts with his nasty ass ex-girlfriend. How much was he paying Summer to fuck him? What did she do to him sexually that Amaya didn’t?

She tossed his phone to the side and glared at his broad back. Every time she thought of his betrayal, it felt like a knife to the heart.

Your ex-girlfriend called.

I’on know why.

Knowing that he was lying to her so easily made Amaya even angrier. You don’t know why? She couldn't help but to laugh. It’s funny how the bitch been calling you non-stop, talking about how she’s finna ride your dick, but you don’t know why.

Loso's eyes smoldered with intensity when he turned to face Amaya. Ayo, fareal, that insecure shit is whack. Stay outta my mothafuckin' phone.

Why, because you don’t want me to find out the truth?

Because I said so, my nigga. That’s why. The fuck? he shot back harshly. Me myself, I’mma grown ass man, so I don’t gotta hide shit from you or no other bitch. If I wanted to fuck Summer, which I don’t, I’d do it with or without your permission. You of all people should know that by now.

Her body shivered from his icy cold tone. She said she’s pregnant by you. Is that a lie too?

Fuck outta here! He turned away from her and slid into a pair of black YSL jeans like it was nothing. If Summer was pregnant, she damn sure wasn’t carrying his seed. Errbody know that hoe on go. She smashin’ mad niggas out here, so ain’t no telling who knocked her up.

Why do you keep doing this to me? she questioned on the verge of tears. I don’t understand why you can’t leave that young ass girl alone. And to make matters worse, she’s calling you at all times of the night when you’re lying right next to me.

I can’t control what the fuck she does, he said but didn’t flip around to face her. I swear you straight buggin’ right now for no reason. You act like I’m smashing that bitch.

Do you still love her?

A nigga don’t got time for this extra shit, he told himself. Loso hated the sound of hurt in Amaya’s voice, but he had to stay even keeled. He wasn’t ready to discuss his feelings for Summer with anybody, not even his right hand man, so Amaya could hang it up. Bottom line, they weren’t messing around anymore, and that was the end of story.

I should be back to ya crib in time for dinner, he said, rummaging through the drawer for a white tee. It took him 0.1 seconds to decide that he’d go out shirtless today. You cooking?

I surely am, she said, but thought, just not for your community dick having ass.

At first, Loso was going to dip without easing Amaya’s mind, but he stopped himself just shy of the bedroom door. The last thing he wanted was for his lady to feel some type of way. Listen baby... he started in a sympathetic tone as he walked over and took a knee by the bed. He stared at her gorgeous face and got lost in her pretty gray eyes. Believe me when I say you don't have anything to worry about. It took a lot for us to get where we are today, and I'm not going to fuck up our situation behind some nothing ass broad. Summer’s just tryna get you worked up ’cause she’s obsessed with a nigga. We’re working on us, and I’m happy about the way things are going this time around.

Her cheeks burned red from blushing so hard. And you swear to me that she’s not your side bitch?

Loso shook his head in denial. Fuck no! Why would I be out there in the streets looking for something that I already have? I got my future queen right here. He grabbed her hand and squeezed gently. He knew Amaya’s triggers, and he knew all the tricks to soften her up. What can I do to prove that I’m serious about us getting back together?

Well, you can spend the day with me. We can sit around my house, watch some Netflix, and pig out like slobs. She beamed at the proposal. If he was truly interested in proving to her that Summer was full of shit, Amaya didn’t see why her request would be a problem. Or maybe we can play the game together like old times? We used to have so much fun.

That sounded like a plan. Sounded way better than playing his position on the block, but business had to be handled first. If he didn't go out and make the money, then who would?

Loso leaned in and pressed a kiss on Amaya's lips before rising to his feet. I wish we could go back to the good old days, but life ain't the same, ma. Ya boy making major moves out here now, and when the streets call, I gotta answer.

I know, but I be missing you, babe, she whined.

His choice to go be with his other woman, or to be in the streets, or wherever he was going hurt Amaya deep inside her heart. Though the pain was unreal, she didn’t want to show Loso that he was close to breaking her spirit. For now, she had to suck it up until she had some real proof.

Maybe next time then.

Maybe, he replied coolly as he swaggered away.

Loso grabbed his NY Jets fitted cap off the dresser and tossed it on his head. Yawning from sleep deprivation, he left Amaya’s bedroom and headed for the front door. Being back in New York was a lot more work than he ever could've imagined. When God asked him to return to his hometown and run everything on the East side, he had no idea that his personal life would suffer as a result.

It is what it is, Loso said aloud when he made it outside. There was no use in stressing over some shit that he couldn't fix. I busted my ass and grinded hard for this, and now I'm here. Amaya gotta understand that I'm a hustler first.

The moment he opened the suicide door of his brand spanking new black and silver Wraith, he felt a whole lot better. Wealth was something to be grateful for, and as much as he missed Amaya when he was gone, at least he knew that he was providing a wonderful life for her. They weren’t officially back together, but he showered her with lavish gifts every chance he got.

Dear Diary,

Before I start rambling, I better introduce myself. My name is Summer Chavez, and my stepmom bought me this glittery pink notebook and said I’m supposed to document my life with it. I’m 18 years old, so you’ve missed a lot, but I’m gonna try to make a long story short and bring you up to speed. Where should I start?

Oh, I know... I always thought I was a princess even when I