Goldie

I tensed up at the sound of Banga walking through my apartment door. I quickly closed my overnight bag and shoved it under my so Banga wouldn't know I'd be leaving tonight. He really hates for me to leave him and I really don't want to argue with him tonight about what I'm doing or where I'm going, so I'll just have to wait until he leaves to go over Prince's. When I usually stay the night with Prince, it's a night when I know Banga is out of town or won't be back home. I just come back early enough so that Banga won't know I'm gone. But here lately he's been coming to my apartment and staying the night a lot more often and I hate it.

Banga and I have only been together for seven months but it feels more like seven years. Banga is so controlling and over bearing and it feels like I'm in a relationship with my Father. Banga always has to control what I'm doing, where I'm going and who I'm doing certain things with and that makes me lie to him. I don't want to lie to him but why should I sit around my apartment studying all night while he's out fucking bitches left and right? He claims he's faithful but I see him feeling up on hoes in Vanity. He purposely feels up on girls and comes out to the club when he knows I'm working that night just to get under my skin. And just like I see him feeling up on hoes, I see him leaving the club with them too.

Banga isn't the best boyfriend but he spotted me out when I came to this area for school. My intention was to never be in a relationship with him but when he became consistant with picking me up, dropping me off, popping up on me and my friends anywhere we went and giving me money just because he likes me, I felt bad for him. He was always so desperate when it came to me so I just went out with him once. One date turned into him thinking we're in a relationship and now he won't let me leave him. I tried to end things once before when he tried to put his hands on me but he threatened to get me fired from my job and I believe he would.

Banga isn't just any ole nigga from off the streets. Banga is one of the guys that works for Prince and the club is where I met him. Banga isn't your regular dope boy either. He gets the product from Prince and has guys of his own to sell his weight. His hands never touch any of the drugs he buys from Prince. All he does is have people sell it while he sits back and collects off of them. And here and there he'll have outside activities that he'll have to handle but for the most part, Banga has other people making his money.

By no means am I with Banga for a come up. I was making good money at the club before I met him and I'm making even more money now. Of course being Banga's main girl helped me bring in more money at the club but I know I could've done it on my own, even if I didn't have a situationship with Prince either. All I need is to get paid under the table so my job won't effect my financial aid for school and the club is doing that for me. Most jobs don't pay under the table, and with the money I'm making at the club, I wouldn't be receiving any aid for my education. But now that I'm working, I can afford to pay for my education.

"Goldie!" Banga barked.

I quickly pulled the cover over the bottom of my bed so he wouldn't be able to see the bag and I sat on the edge of my bed. I already had a couple of books out so I grabbed the book for my Technical Writing class and opened it to a random page so it could look like I was studying. Almost instantly, Banga burst into my room with a smile on his face, which was somewhat unusual. Normally, he's upset about something that's going on at work or he's stressed out with work.

"Don't act like you ain't heard me talking to you girl," he chuckled as he snatched my book out of my hands and plopped down on the edge of my bed.

I tightly closed my eyes and rolled my eyes. I don't know why he always feels like he needs to come before my education. I hate to compare the two, but at least Prince takes notice in my education and wants me to finish school. Banga isn't like that. It always has to be about him and if it's not about him, he forces himself to be the center of everyone's attention.

I sighed. "My bad. I was just so caught up in my reading. What's up? I thought you were busy tonight. You're not going to the club?"

"I ain't tryna go if my girl ain't there."

I sucked my teeth. "That's never stopped you before. You're always at the club without me."

He chuckled. "Yeah, you right. I might slide through later but I can't stop by to see what my girl's doing? I've been calling and texting you all day and you ain't responded. You can't tell me you've been that caught up in this school shit shawty."

I sighed. "It's not shit and I have been busy all day doing it and I worked a few hours at the club."

Banga sucked his teeth. He always hated me working at a club but that's how he met me and he knew what he was getting himself into when he met me so he really can't be mad. And it's not like I'm trying to make a career out of stripping, anyways. It's just something I do so that I can pay my bills and fund my education. And who doesn't like quick, under the table money that's all in cash? But trust me, if I didn't have to do it, I would. I'd get a nine to five but I don't see any pay me almost a grand a night.

"Ion know why you still pushing that job anyways, ma. You know how I feel about you working there. Every nigga in the city comes through that club and they know you're my girl. That shit is embarrassing to hear about my niggas watching my girl and getting private shows from my girl. You're supposed to be mine and I'm the only nigga you should be stripping for and giving private shows to. And I don't appreciate you working for the same nigga I'm working for. You know you ain't gotta work for that nigga. I'm already making enough for me, you and anybody else but you don't need to be working for him."

I slightly folded my arms. "And what's so bad about Prince? He's not flirting with me or touching me inappropriately and he's not doing that to any of the other girls either. I'm sure you've only seen the stuff that goes down in strip clubs between the dancers and their bosses from movies and shows but it's not even like that. We're all not hoes and we're all not competing for our bosses attention. The only thing we're competing against each other is to see who can bring in the most money in one night. But other than that, it's all love, from Prince's end too."

Banga sucked his teeth. "Man, whatever. Don't be getting all close with that nigga now. I seen y'all talking before."

"And? I talk to a lot of men when I work and he's my boss, I'm supposed to speak when I see him. It's called courtesy and respect."

"It's called, I don't give a damn. I don't like you working at the club and I don't like you working for him."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay."

"So that means you're quitting?"

"No. It means, okay. I don't have anything else to say because you knew how shit was when we first got together. We spotted me out in the club one night and you continuously came back to the club every night to see me. You knew how shit was when we met and Prince is just my boss. If you're that petrified by his authority then take that up with him but I don't wanna hear it. I got enough shit to deal with as it is."

I put my head back down and reached out to grab my book but Banga grabbed my chin and jerked my face towards his. "Excuse me?" he asked, allowing the blood to rush to his over sized head.

Banga had a huge ego and any little thing I said would always seem to disturb him but I don't know why he's acting like it's not the truth. Banga acts so inferior and afraid when he's around Prince and it's hilarious but as soon as Prince leaves, Banga's running his mouth about finding a new distributor because Prince ain't cutting it. But I'm sure the feeling's mutual. Prince never talks about his extra activities outside of the club but if he's been dealing with Banga longer than I have, then I know Prince probably wants somebody else to sell for him. Banga's too sensitive.

I rolled my eyes. "Damn. You heard what I said. Why you grabbing all over me Banga?"

Instead of letting go of my face, he tightened his grip on my chin. "Stop making it seem like I'm crazy Goldie. I ain't no dumb nigga so I understand all that school shit you talking. You think I'm muh fuckin' afraid of that little nigga?" he asked as he tightened his grip on my chin to the point where it was starting to hurt but I wasn't going to show him that it was hurting so I just sat there not looking at him, which really pissed him off. "And now you just gon' sit here starring at the ground wit'cho mouth closed like a dumb ass. Don't start no shit with me if you can't defend yourself. Fuckin' pussy."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not a pussy, Banga. I'm not saying shit 'cause I don't wanna fight with you about this."

"Why? You know, I really think you start shit with me just to keep shit going since that's all you do."

"I don't," I replied, making him smile.

"Nah, I seriously think you do. You the type of female that pushes a nigga 'til he's all riled up but you get enjoyment out of this. Check this, you wanna see me go crazy so you can play the victim role since that's all you're good for doing. I'm sick of that shit Goldie."

I sighed. "Banga, I'm not playing the victim. I am the victim because I don't know why you're so upset. You get yourself upset all the time then you like to act like it's me. I haven't done anything to you but it's like you always want something more from me. I don't know what else I can give you because I've given you everything I have. I mean, who's been paying to keep your lights and shit on besides me?" I asked. Banga's making good money working with Prince but he blows it on wee, liquor and bitches at the strip club and not things he actually needs. So when it's time to pay his bills at the end of the month, I'm left with the short end of the stick and I have to pay his bills. "I don't see any other females doing that for that nigga, especially when he's making money on his own."

He frowned. He hated when I bought up the fact that I paid his bills but how can't I? This grown ass man can't even pay his bills but he can pay for everything else he wants. "Look, Ion need you like that Goldie especially if you just gon' rub it in my face that you paying a couple of bills here and there. And if you want an honest answer, I can find something other bitch to pay for my shit."

I shrugged my shoulders, satisfied. Maybe this is the moment I've been waiting for. Maybe he's going to break up with me, finally. "Then find some other bitch. We can just end it right here and never speak to each other again."

He chuckled as he moved his hands down my chin until he stopped at my neck. Just like before, he tightened his grip around my neck but not to the point where I couldn't breath. He only tightened his grip to make me uncomfortable, and I was. I tried to scoot away from him but he only tightened his grip.

"Nah. Don't run from me now Goldie. If you gon' use your mouth to talk shit, the least you can do is put it to good use."

Before I could even process what he was saying, he tightened his grip on my neck and pulled me down so my face was in his crotch. He held me down by the back of my neck as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his limp dick.

I scrunched up my face. "Get your fuckin' hands off of me Banga!" I tried slapping his hands away but that didn't do anything to help me. Banga was too much bigger than me to try to push him off of me. "Let me go!" I yelled, still putting up a fight.

"Nope," he laughed as he shoved his manhood into my mouth, shutting me up. "You gon' take this dick and you bet not have no shit to say about it either, bitch."

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Even though this chapter is short, how do you guys feel about it? How do you guys feel about Goldie being with Banga and Banga works under Theodore? Will that eventually cause problems in the future? Is Goldie wrong for leading Theodore to believe she's available or does she have the right to talk to Theodore since Banga is so abusive?

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