SYNOPSIS
Fabian Russell is a hard working man, who has achieved the American Dream, minus the kids, but he is about to marry the love of his life Leslie Williams, who is a part of a powerful family that protects their family name. Marcus Owens a pimp by accident with a loyal bottom bitch and dollars for days, who wants nothing more than to stack his paper, but has a weakness for young tender women with pretty faces. Patrick Mason, a smooth talking pretty boy who thinks he has the world and women all figured out until he meets Nicole, the woman who is determined to make him the man he never wanted to be. Three Men... The women who obsess over them and love them... One Secret.
Marcus and Fabian held bags filled with beer and junk food as they waited at Patrick’s door. It was taking Patrick forever to let them in so Marcus knocked once more and harder. “Shit, who is it?!” Patrick yelled.
“It’s us, bitch. Now open up.” Marcus yelled back through the door.
Marcus and Fabian listened as the door unlocked. Patrick revealed himself, looking like he had a few rough days. He rubbed his hand through his cold black hair and sniffed as he tried to open his sleepy eyes. “What up?” he asked with his raspy voice.
“Wake your pretty ass up, nigga.” Fabian pushed past Patrick.
“You forget it was boys’ night?” Marcus asked following Fabian.
“Shit, I had a long day and night.” Patrick said as he closed the door and rubbed his shirtless chest and smiled at his recent memories of the women he shared his time with, but mostly his body.
“This nigga just think he that shit,” Marcus said.
“Shut your black ass up, you fake ass pimp.” Patrick spat. They laughed and dapped each other off then Patrick faced Fabian. “What’s up, lover boy? I’m shocked to even see you here.” Patrick asked Fabian.
“I’ve been getting some shit together.” Fabian responded. “I proposed to Leslie,” Fabian said.
Marcus and Patrick looked at him, but said nothing.
“What y’all think?” Fabian asked as he headed for the sofa now tired of standing.
“Shit, I’m surprised your soft ass didn’t ask sooner. You stalked the damn girl for a month before you even asked her out.” Marcus said and they all laughed.
“I’m happy for you, man.” Patrick smiled and walked over to pat him on the back.
“When are y’all niggas going to settle down?” Fabian asked while cracking open a beer.
Marcus and Patrick laughed. “These women out here ain’t worth the aggravation and besides I’d just cheat anyway.” Patrick said.
“And that’s why I do what I do. I get all the pussy I want and I get paid.” Marcus smiled.
Fabian shook his head. “A pimp that has a boys’ night. Shouldn’t you be somewhere smoking a cigar with a big fancy suit on and a cane or some shit?”
“You watch too much television, kid.” Marcus laughed and joined him on the sofa.
“Y’all niggas are something. I feel sorry for the women dealing with you fools.” Fabian continued to shake his head.
“We feel sorry for them, too.” Marcus said and they all laughed.
“Damn, nigga!” Marcus said. “Which one of them broads did that?”
“Did what?” Patrick asked.
“Put that mark on your neck?” Fabian asked noticing the mark that Marcus spoke of.
“I don’t know. I fucked three last night. It was probably Nicole’s ass.” Patrick shrugged.
“Your ass is going to catch something,” Fabian replied.
“That’s impossible.” Patrick winked at Fabian.
“Yeah, whatever.” Fabian smacked his lips.
“You eat those hoes?” Marcus asked.
“Just Nicole., Patrick answered
“That lil bitch is sexy.” Marcus smirked.
“Yeah, she is. But it’s time for her to get the fuck now.” Patrick shook his head and folded his arms across his chest.
“I knew that was coming,” Fabian said. “What did she do?”
“The usual. Pressuring me to calm down and just be with her,” Patrick replied.
“What’s wrong with that?” Fabian asked. “You two have to be the strangest niggas alive. I remember when all we wanted was to be accepted by women and now that we have that you two are messing over them.”
“Everybody ain’t like your I’m-so-in-love looking ass,” Marcus said. “I have a good thing going. Mercedes does what I say, cooks, cleans, fucks me when I want, and I fuck other hoes when I want. And to put the icing on the cake, they bring all the cash home to daddy.” Marcus closed his eyes and an expression of pleasure ran across his face.
“The only reason women accept us is because they don’t know everything about us. Bitches seem to love mystery. Less is more with these hoes,” Patrick added.
“I’m ashamed to say I know either of you sometimes.” Fabian laughed and shook his head. “Can you two manage to pick one broad to bring over to my house this Saturday? Leslie wants to have a celebration dinner for our engagement.”
“I think we can manage that,” Marcus said. “Right, Pat?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Patrick flopped down in a separate chair and grabbed the remote to flip through channels.
“What you getting comfortable for?” Fabian asked Patrick. “Go get our shit.”
Patrick sighed. “Y’all some impatient ass niggas. Ain’t been here five minutes and rushing me to do shit.”
“Hey, I didn’t say shit. That was Fab,” Marcus said in his defense.
“I’ll grab the cards while I’m in the back too.” Patrick hopped up and tossed the remote to Fabian.
Patrick returned with cards and two bags that he tossed to Marcus. Patrick snatched the remote back from Fabian and returned to his chair. His cell phone went off as he searched for a game.
“Turn that shit off man,” Fabian said to Patrick as he checked his phone. “If I can take a break from Leslie for a night, you can take a break from pussy you not even committed to,” Fabian joked.
“Which one is that feigning?” Marcus asked.
“Shit, I don’t know. One of them has been calling me private, playing on my shit all day,” Patrick said as he leaned down and tossed his phone on the coffee table.
“I’m so tired of telling you to slow your ass down, man.” Fabian shook his head.
“I’m tired of you telling me too. I told you I got this.” Patrick brushed off Fabian’s attempt to school him.
“Yeah, you think you got this. You just haven’t crossed the right crazy motherfucker yet.” Fabian pushed his point further.
“I tell these broads what it is before they even get into it with me,” Patrick added.
“Man, you know a woman will be all about that shit for a little while and then she moves into that ‘I-can-change-him phase and she wants more than the D,” Fabian said.
Patrick continued to protest. “You know I drop them before they can get to that.”
“All the more reason for them to jack you up,” Fabian added.
“I’m going handle my business in the bathroom while you two hens keep cackling,” Marcus chimed in and stood to walk out.
“I’m coming in after you’re done, so hurry up,” Fabian said to Marcus.
Marcus went into the bathroom and returned quickly. Patrick’s phone rang again. It was another private caller. He picked it up and hung it up. Fabian went into the bathroom and returned just as quickly as Marcus.
“Deal the cards so I can whip y’all asses,” Fabian boasted as he sat back down.
Patrick began dealing.
Patrick, Marcus, and Fabian sat around drinking and reminiscing about the past. They were truly grateful for how far they had come. They were boys for life.
“It’s us, bitch. Now open up.” Marcus yelled back through the door.
Marcus and Fabian listened as the door unlocked. Patrick revealed himself, looking like he had a few rough days. He rubbed his hand through his cold black hair and sniffed as he tried to open his sleepy eyes. “What up?” he asked with his raspy voice.
“Wake your pretty ass up, nigga.” Fabian pushed past Patrick.
“You forget it was boys’ night?” Marcus asked following Fabian.
“Shit, I had a long day and night.” Patrick said as he closed the door and rubbed his shirtless chest and smiled at his recent memories of the women he shared his time with, but mostly his body.
“This nigga just think he that shit,” Marcus said.
“Shut your black ass up, you fake ass pimp.” Patrick spat. They laughed and dapped each other off then Patrick faced Fabian. “What’s up, lover boy? I’m shocked to even see you here.” Patrick asked Fabian.
“I’ve been getting some shit together.” Fabian responded. “I proposed to Leslie,” Fabian said.
Marcus and Patrick looked at him, but said nothing.
“What y’all think?” Fabian asked as he headed for the sofa now tired of standing.
“Shit, I’m surprised your soft ass didn’t ask sooner. You stalked the damn girl for a month before you even asked her out.” Marcus said and they all laughed.
“I’m happy for you, man.” Patrick smiled and walked over to pat him on the back.
“When are y’all niggas going to settle down?” Fabian asked while cracking open a beer.
Marcus and Patrick laughed. “These women out here ain’t worth the aggravation and besides I’d just cheat anyway.” Patrick said.
“And that’s why I do what I do. I get all the pussy I want and I get paid.” Marcus smiled.
Fabian shook his head. “A pimp that has a boys’ night. Shouldn’t you be somewhere smoking a cigar with a big fancy suit on and a cane or some shit?”
“You watch too much television, kid.” Marcus laughed and joined him on the sofa.
“Y’all niggas are something. I feel sorry for the women dealing with you fools.” Fabian continued to shake his head.
“We feel sorry for them, too.” Marcus said and they all laughed.
“Damn, nigga!” Marcus said. “Which one of them broads did that?”
“Did what?” Patrick asked.
“Put that mark on your neck?” Fabian asked noticing the mark that Marcus spoke of.
“I don’t know. I fucked three last night. It was probably Nicole’s ass.” Patrick shrugged.
“Your ass is going to catch something,” Fabian replied.
“That’s impossible.” Patrick winked at Fabian.
“Yeah, whatever.” Fabian smacked his lips.
“You eat those hoes?” Marcus asked.
“Just Nicole., Patrick answered
“That lil bitch is sexy.” Marcus smirked.
“Yeah, she is. But it’s time for her to get the fuck now.” Patrick shook his head and folded his arms across his chest.
“I knew that was coming,” Fabian said. “What did she do?”
“The usual. Pressuring me to calm down and just be with her,” Patrick replied.
“What’s wrong with that?” Fabian asked. “You two have to be the strangest niggas alive. I remember when all we wanted was to be accepted by women and now that we have that you two are messing over them.”
“Everybody ain’t like your I’m-so-in-love looking ass,” Marcus said. “I have a good thing going. Mercedes does what I say, cooks, cleans, fucks me when I want, and I fuck other hoes when I want. And to put the icing on the cake, they bring all the cash home to daddy.” Marcus closed his eyes and an expression of pleasure ran across his face.
“The only reason women accept us is because they don’t know everything about us. Bitches seem to love mystery. Less is more with these hoes,” Patrick added.
“I’m ashamed to say I know either of you sometimes.” Fabian laughed and shook his head. “Can you two manage to pick one broad to bring over to my house this Saturday? Leslie wants to have a celebration dinner for our engagement.”
“I think we can manage that,” Marcus said. “Right, Pat?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Patrick flopped down in a separate chair and grabbed the remote to flip through channels.
“What you getting comfortable for?” Fabian asked Patrick. “Go get our shit.”
Patrick sighed. “Y’all some impatient ass niggas. Ain’t been here five minutes and rushing me to do shit.”
“Hey, I didn’t say shit. That was Fab,” Marcus said in his defense.
“I’ll grab the cards while I’m in the back too.” Patrick hopped up and tossed the remote to Fabian.
Patrick returned with cards and two bags that he tossed to Marcus. Patrick snatched the remote back from Fabian and returned to his chair. His cell phone went off as he searched for a game.
“Turn that shit off man,” Fabian said to Patrick as he checked his phone. “If I can take a break from Leslie for a night, you can take a break from pussy you not even committed to,” Fabian joked.
“Which one is that feigning?” Marcus asked.
“Shit, I don’t know. One of them has been calling me private, playing on my shit all day,” Patrick said as he leaned down and tossed his phone on the coffee table.
“I’m so tired of telling you to slow your ass down, man.” Fabian shook his head.
“I’m tired of you telling me too. I told you I got this.” Patrick brushed off Fabian’s attempt to school him.
“Yeah, you think you got this. You just haven’t crossed the right crazy motherfucker yet.” Fabian pushed his point further.
“I tell these broads what it is before they even get into it with me,” Patrick added.
“Man, you know a woman will be all about that shit for a little while and then she moves into that ‘I-can-change-him phase and she wants more than the D,” Fabian said.
Patrick continued to protest. “You know I drop them before they can get to that.”
“All the more reason for them to jack you up,” Fabian added.
“I’m going handle my business in the bathroom while you two hens keep cackling,” Marcus chimed in and stood to walk out.
“I’m coming in after you’re done, so hurry up,” Fabian said to Marcus.
Marcus went into the bathroom and returned quickly. Patrick’s phone rang again. It was another private caller. He picked it up and hung it up. Fabian went into the bathroom and returned just as quickly as Marcus.
“Deal the cards so I can whip y’all asses,” Fabian boasted as he sat back down.
Patrick began dealing.
Patrick, Marcus, and Fabian sat around drinking and reminiscing about the past. They were truly grateful for how far they had come. They were boys for life.
