Do you hate your significant other’s best friend?

If you answered yes then you can relate to Tyrese Thomas who is struggling with the same issue. Tyrese is set to marry his Fiancé Keonna within the next couple months and everything is picture perfect at first glance. Tyrese works at one of the top Real State Agencies in the state of Florida and life is moving along great.


However there’s one problem in Tyrese’s life that he can’t seem to solve and that’s getting rid of his fiancé’s flamboyant, feminine, and gay bestfriend Toni. He feels the same exact same way about Tyrese. He always felt uncomfortable around him and like Keonna was making a very big mistake by choosing to marry him.

When circumstances bring the two of them together they become closer than they ever anticipated. 

Chapter One


“Come on baby, can you stop being like that?” I asked.

I started rubbing on Keonna’s stomach as my hard manhood poked her in the back.

“I said no, damn! I have stuff I got to do today babe.” Keonna said pushing my hand off of her.

“Just five minutes that's all I need baby," I pleaded. trying to forcing myself on Keonna.

"Nigga didn’t you hear what I just said? I have pick Toni up before work, I’m tired I don’t want to fuck you right now!” Keonna yelled as she rose from the bed. 

“I have to beg and plead to fuck my fiance?" I asked.

“You don’t have to beg and plead but if I just told you I’m not in the mood why can’t you respect that?”  Keonna answered with a question.

“Maybe it's the fact that we haven't had sex in the last month and every time I ask for some you always react like this," I replied with anger.

My once hard manhood went soft as tissue. I didn’t do anything wrong that I knew of so I didn’t know why all of sudden she was acting like she didn’t want to do anything with me.

“Maybe it's the fact that I'm trying to open my joint salon with Toni and also plan a wedding by my goddamn self. Just last week you forgot about cake testing." Keonna said with anger.

“Well, what else do you want from me? I'm paying for the damn wedding. That little hair shit you trying to do with that fag isn't going to be able to pay for it!" I snapped back.

“You know what fuck you!" Keonna yelled as she stormed out of the room.

I got out of the bed and threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. I needed to work off some steam ASAP before I knocked her ass out. I didn’t have to be at work until ten this morning so I had enough time to go out for a run.

“I’m going out for a run.” I hollered before leaving out the house. 

Things weren’t always this way. When I first met Keonna it was like a ton of bricks hit me. I remember that night like it was yesterday.

“Andre I don't wanna go to this lame ass party tonight," I said.

“Nigga you ain't doing shit else but staying up in this dry ass dorm up all night," Andre replied.

I wasn't in the mood to go anywhere that night. I wanted to re-twist my hair and hit the books. I had a big quiz coming up the next week but Andre insisted that I go out.

“Marcus told me that it was going to be a couple of hoes up at this party and not the regular hoes we see on campus but some top of the line hoes," Andre said.

“Fine, nigga you got me when you said hoes!” I said laughing.

I ran through my closet and found something quick to throw on. I found a black t-shirt that had Tupac and Biggie on the front of the shirt two of my favorite rappers. I threw on a pair of black jeans and slapped a snapback on my head to hide my baby dreads. I gave myself a good look in the mirror admiring my brown chocolate brown skin and flashed myself a smile. I knew that was one thing the ladies love about me is my smile. I went to Florida state university during my time in college. I majored in Real Estate management. I knew I always wanted to be a salesman. Ever since I was a little boy I always came out on top when it came to selling candy for the school to boys scouts fundraisers. I knew I had a nice mouthpiece on me and I knew that would be wonderful for the field that I was going into. I could sell the clothes off my back and make enough money to purchase two of the shirts I just sold.

“Nigga are you ready or what?” Andre asked.

“Yeah, I'm coming now nigga shut up!" I replied.

Andre was my roommate in college and became one of my best friends. Andre is a professional player even back then he loved the hoes and that hasn’t changed one bit. That’s all he cared about was pussy. That shit ran his entire life. It ran my life back then in college but that nigga carried that with him after college. Andre has a short taper fade with three-sixty waves that swirled throughout his head. Andre never missed his appointment for his haircut. That was the only person the nigga could be faithful to is his damn barber. The nigga always had jewelry on his neck and rings on his fingers. I thought he was way too over the top for me but the nigga was funny. Andre was the complete opposite of myself I was more reserved and quiet while Andre was loud and extra.

The party was in the dorm hall a few blocks away from my dorm. If the party didn't turn up after an hour I was going to bounce I already didn't want to come in the first place. When we got to the party several girls I hadn't seen around campus filled the room.

"Damn look at all these hoes!" Andre said clapping his hands with an evil grin on his face.

“Calm down nigga you act like you haven’t been around no pussy before.” I said slapping him on the chest.

“Fuck you! I’m about to find me a hoe I can take back to the dorm room.” Andre said running into the crowd.

While Andre trolled around the party. I chose to get me a drink and look around to see if there was any girl that could pique my interest. Most of the girls at the party were too drunk to talk to. I liked sex just like any other man but I didn't want a bitch that was sloppy. That shit wasn't sexy to me once so ever. I had a few more drinks looking at my watch counting down the minutes before I could leave.

“You here alone?” Some girl asked.

“Yeah, I am!"

“Me too, Do you wanna fuck?" The woman threw herself on to me.

“Naw, but do you want a breath mint?” I asked pushing the drunk woman off of me.

“Let me find Andre and tell this nigga I'm going home," I said to myself.

I went to get me another cup of the spiked fruit punch. When I turned around to start looking for Andre I saw this beautiful Caramel skinned woman dancing in the middle of the dance floor. She was swaying her hips from left to right to the beat of the song. Her long brown hair hanging down to her butt and her body was shaped like a coke bottle. This was the first time I've ever felt weak in my knees when I saw a woman. I had to speak to her before I left the party. I walked through the crowd of people pushing and shoving people trying to get to her. I knew she didn't go to school here because I've never seen on campus and I knew I wouldn't forget a face like that. As I reached over to tap her on the shoulder, I was bumped into almost falling to the ground.

“C’mon bitch this shit late!” I heard a feminine male voice from behind.

“Wait a minute bitch this my song!" She responded.

“Damn! You’re faggot ass almost knocked me to ground.” I hollered.

“Who you talking to?” The Man asked.

“I’m talking to you nigga! Watch where the fuck you’re going.” I snapped.

“You're not talking to my best fucking friend like that! He's gay and so fucking what! that's all you got. He didn't see your dumb ass!" The woman snapped.

Even with her yelling at me I still wanted her. She looked beautiful screaming at the top of her lungs. I’ve never had a woman yell at me like that. I ain't been yelled at like that since I was a kid. Even though I didn't care to be around gay people if I had to be around him just to get her I would do it. I swallowed my pride and did something I didn't want to do.

“My bad bruh. I didn’t mean to flip out like that” I said extending my hand for a shake.

“Fuck you nigga!” The man said storming off from the dance floor.

“My best friend Toni can be a little dramatic sometimes but he accepts your apology.” The woman said.

“Well, I also want to apologize to you as well. I didn't mean to offend you. How about I take you out for dinner?" I asked.

“Before I agree to anything. First, tell me your name?" The woman asked.

“My name is Tyrese. My bad I probably should have led with that.” I said laughing.

“Well my name is Keonna and I'll have to think about dinner but I'll take your number," Keonna said.

“Bitch you need to hurry up or you’ll be walking home.” Toni hollered across the room.

“Well, you better hurry and give me those digits or you'll be paying for my Taxi back home," Keonna said holding her hand out.

I grabbed one of the napkins and wrote my number on the flimsy napkin. Before I could say anything, she snatched the napkin and ran off.

I didn’t think I would ever see her again but luckily she gave me a call a couple of weeks later. We talked for a while as friends because right before I met her, she just got out of a relationship. She was fine as fuck so I was willing to do just about anything to have her on my arm. With me being in the friend zone, I had to kick it with Toni too sometimes. That shit got on my damn nerves. I didn't like being around gay people. I never understood how niggas could want to kiss and hug another man that shit is sick to me. My mother always raised me to believe that being a sissy wasn't something the world didn’t tolerate. I remember being a little boy crying to my mother about some shit.

Stop crying like a goddamn sissy!

You sound like a fucking faggot!

My mother believed being a fag was the ultimate betrayal of your manhood. I believe her when she said that shit. I just couldn't wrap my head around it. There was so much pussy out in this world and yet Toni wanted to lay with a man. That shit made my skin crawl just thinking about that shit. Keonna always wanted me to play nice with him. She knew how I felt about gay men and yet she always brought his ass around. I hated that Keonna didn't have a female best friend. Every time I would invite a group of friends from college or the office she had to bring his gay ass around. Toni didn't only make me feel uncomfortable but my friends all felt the same way. Then I would always become the butt of the jokes at the bar at the end of the week. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Keonna but the thought of spending with Toni too was just something that didn't sit well with me. I ran the normal trial I take when I go out for a run. I don't live too far away from the local park. I normally go around the trail which leads up to the beach. I like hearing the waves splash and the calmness of the beach. I like spending most of my time on the beach it was a place where I could think and clear my head. When I had thoughts of wanting to marry Keonna I went to the beach to think about it. When Keonna and I moved into our house together. I didn't care about how much the house cost either, I just wanted something by the beach. Shit, the first night we got our new home I fucked her on the balcony. Now I would be lucky for her to touch me.

“Oooh, girl look at this fine ass man!" I heard one woman shout.

“Yes, look at all that chocolate!” The other woman added.

I took a glance out of the corner of my eye and saw two black women laying out on the beach. One of the girls was light-skinned and with big ass titties and the other girl was of a darker complexion and she also had a banging ass body. The dog inside me wanted to go over and spit some game but I knew if any of them saw my engagement ring they would just turn the other way. I just smiled to myself and headed back home. I knew by the time I got home Keonna wouldn't be there because she's been picking up Toni for work. Toni is always budding in our lives. When I got back to the house Keonna's car wasn't in the driveway. Once I got back in the house it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The fight between Keonna and I still was lingering in my head and my manhood started to get hard again. Since Keonna left me high and dry again I decided to give myself a little pleasure since I couldn't get it from my damn fiancé.



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