Mesmerized By A Street King 4

by Belleza

  I slid into an empty stool ignoring the eyes of the two women that were seated next to me.

  “Sup playa,” the bartender greated me sliding a white beverage napkin in front of me. “What can I get you.”

  “Give me three double shots of Henny. Start a tab.”

  “On the rocks?”

  “Naw,” I replied shaking my head and he walked off to get my drinks.

  “Three double shots. Someone must be stressed.”

  I felt soft hands massaging my shoulders and a sweet scent invaded my nose. I wasn’t the one to be touched by a stranger, but I couldn’t deny as much tension I had build up the soft kneads were needed.

  “Who would’ve guessed I would run into you in the big apple.”

  The kiss on the earlobe led me to believe it was Ebony and when I turned around my thoughts were confirmed.

  “What you doing here?” I shrugged her off me.

  “I should be asking you the same exact thing sir.”

  “I asked first.”

  “I have fun out here. Now why are you here?”

  “Family shit.”

  “Oh, you made another family on that little girl?”

  “No,” I shot back at her turning back around and lifted one of the glasses the bartender placed in front of me. I took out my money and placed a twenty dollar tip down for him.

  “Since he have a tab can I get an apple martini?” she asked the bartender as if he had the authority to give her shit that I was paying for. He looked my way and I threw him a head nod to give her what she wanted.

  “You still want to take up my offer to have some fun?” she questioned me rubbing her hand on my thigh until she found her way to my dick which was hard as fuck. I took back another shot and then moved her hand away.

  “I’m not touching you.”

  “You don’t gotta be touch me, baby. All you gotta do is lay back and let me do my thing. You know how I roll.”

  I took my shot number three hoping to kill the flame of curiosity, but all it did was douse my eagerness as she continued to talk to her shit in my ear rubbing on me.

  I should’ve closed my tab and rolled after finishing off those three shots, but I convinced myself I could hang knowing damn well drinking wasn’t my thing.

  It was just conversation I told myself, but two hours of Ebony sexy ass teasing me. I finally got up to go take a piss to get rid of all the alcohol I consumed. I staggered to the bathroom and pushed through the door after turning the knob not even thinking about locking it behind me.

  I placed one hand above the urinal and unzipped my jeans freeing my throbbing manhood. I couldn’t even piss because my body was so focused on a release. I decided to rub one out thinking about climbing in between Keira’s legs and sucking on her juicy breast as I moved in and out of her.

  It felt like forever since I been home nestled between her legs feeling her warmth.

  “Shit!” I groaned now thinking about her wet mouth on me. It felt so good.It felt so real. I felt my legs shake and almost give out on me.

  “I told you, you missed me,” my eyes opened up when I saw Ebony on her knees looking down at me with my dick in her hand. I didn’t hear her come in, or even realized it was really her sucking on my dick. The combination of weed and liquor had me stupid as fuck. Before I could protest she had me deep down in her throat again and I was stuck on stupid with my mouth wide open.

  I don’t know if the head was that good or it was my intoxication intensifying the feeling, but I ejaculated and leaned back onto the wall. My senses came back instantly and the guilt rushed me like a linebacker.

  “You got yours, now it’s time I get mine,” she said happily working her skirt up. She turned towards me with her glistening pussy lips smiling at me and my dick sprung back to life. It took everything in me to push her away.

  “I’m good. You shouldn’t have sucked my dick anyway.”

  “You needed it. Are you really going to turn down some pussy. It’s apparent ya girl ain’t doing her job.”

  “Positive.”

  Telling myself I was just going to piss somewhere else, I fixed myself, paid my tab, tipped the bartender again and walked out of the bar. I started my car and sped off mad as fuck I even allowed that shit to happen.

  I was in no shape to drive, so I pulled over and within seconds I felt vomit rising in my throat. I threw my car in park, opened the door and released all the liquor that I drunk. Ater dry heaving I got out of the car and finally peed right on the side of the road and got back in closing my door.

  My eyes were heavy as fuck and I wasn’t going to attempt to drive all the way back to the hospital. I found better parking, locked my doors and reclined my seat to force myself to sleep.

  MILL

  “Who the fuck is this?!” I breathed out heavily fed up with the constant phone calls from a blocked number.

  A shocked expression formed on both Natavia’s and Keira’s face as I huffed and pushed the red dot on the screen to end the call. This have been happening days after the situation with Ashad’s car and I was tired of it.

  “Damn, did you take your prenatal vitamins?” Keira asked jokingly.

  “Yes,” I sighed not even catching onto her corny ass joke.

  “Well what about ya vitamin D because ya ass over there cursing and acting a fool. Who did it or who ain’t doing it?”

  “I can’t take you,” Natavia laughed at Keira.

  “Remember I told y’all someone slashed Asahd’s tires? Well someone is playing on my phone now. All of this is happening for a reason.”

  “Who do you think it is? How many bitches you done made upset?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t mess with nobody. I’m in my own unemployed world,” I stated matter factly.

  “Oh no, chicken head. We ain’t about to do that!” Keira waved her finger at me as if she was chastising her child. “Wait out these four months and then you can drive yourself crazy with them bad ass kids. For now, I don’t want to hear that shit.”

  I rolled my eyes at her and Keira called me a cry baby huzzy. I ignored her just like I ignored the blocked phone call.

  “Damn, they’re still calling?” Natavia asked looking at me ignore the same call for the second time.

  “Yup.”

  “You think it’s a female? I don’t want to put ill thoughts in your head, but that’s only something a woman will do.”

  “Honestly, I don’t even know and I’m not thinking about it. As crazy as it may sound, I trust Asahd. Yes, once upon of time he was a hoe, however I know he changed. Shit, I can see it and feel it.”

  “So you don’t go through his phone or ask him questions?” Natavia asked me and I moved my head from side to side. I was very secure. This annoying situation didn’t bother me either. Asahd was a stalker, when we weren’t together he wanted to FaceTime me and everything. I mean it took very little time to cheat, but again, I wasn’t driving myself insane over the unknown. “How about you?” she turned to Keira.

  “Um… I would say I feel the same way, but I’m not as nice as Camille. I remind Zayne of what I will do to him if he even tried me.”

  “I know that’s right girl!” Natavia held her hand to Keira for a high five and they both laughed. I just rolled my eyes because she was encouraging Keira’s antics.

  “I’m not even going to lie, I do feel like Johan may cheat on me.”

  “You kidding me right?”

  Natavia shook her head. “I’m serious. There’s beautiful women everywhere with longer hair, nice bodies—”

  “And trick, they ain’t you! Let me tell you something, I knew the Moseley’s for a while, one thing I can put my life on is that Johan is the most faithful out of the them. I’m sure when he was younger he may have dibbled and dabbled but he never cheated on his ex wife. I’m sure he treats you with the same respect,” Keira defended him.

  “You know my man owns a strip club. You don’t know temptation until you’re face to face with it.”


  “Yes, and my man run the streets where women are everywhere he turn. They may not be half naked, but doesn’t mean they can’t sit on his dick.”

  “You’re so extra,” I told Keira as I reached over for Zay’d so I can burp him.

  “I’m speaking facts.”

  “I have to agree,” Natavia told me and smacked my lips.

  I wasn’t worried about the what if’s. If it came back to me that Asahd was cheating then I would worry, rightnow we were in a good place. Shit, he even chilled out with the fat girl jokes, so we were good.

  “When are you going to go see, Za’naa? Since Shirley is coming back down to watch Zay’d we all might as well make it a quick trip. She will be happy to see us,” I suggested and Natavia agreed.

  “I think she should be on her way today. Let me go get my phone actually,” Keira stated getting up from the couch. “Zayne is probably blowing my phone up.”

  Moments later, Keira returned with her phone in her hand.

  “I gotta be tripping. Am I seeing things?” she asked out loud and then passed Natavia the phone.

  Natavia gasped when she saw the phone and I was eager to know what Keira was referring too. My eyes focused on the picture of a woman on her knees giving Zayne head. I had to make sure it was definitely Zayne and there was no denying it that it was him. Who was the woman, I had no idea.

  “I’m going to New York. Now,” Keira said storming up the stairs.

  Natavia and I exchanged looks and I passed her the baby. At this point there was no stopping Keira. She was going to go down to the hospital and raise hell. If that was going to be the case, I needed to be there to make sure she didn’t get her as locked up in the process.

  KEIRA

  Ding!

  The elevator doors opened up and I stepped out with Asahd and Camille on my heels. They were giving me constant pep talks about not causing a scene and remaining calm and I laughed the entire time.

  How can I stay calm at a time like this? I just had a baby. My daughter was laid up in the hospital. I was alone in Philly carrying the weight of being a mother and father because of the sacrifices we all had to make due to circumstance and yet, my man was having the time of his life getting sucked off in a bathroom.

  The two hour car ride was spent with nothing but questions swarming my head. What the fuck was really going on? Funny we were having a conversation about our spouse cheating and here goes this dickhead. I didn’t think he would, but damn, that shit hurt!

  “Ke, you not about to go in there tripping on him in front of Naa,” Asahd told me grabbing my arm before I stepped through the door. “She don’t need that negative energy around her. If you want to curse him out and whoop his ass, fine. Take that shit outside away from Za’naa.”

  “I’m good, Asahd. I rather see Naa than address the situation.”

  He stared at me long and hard before he released me and he stepped inside before me walking over to his brother. I laughed because I knew he didn’t believe me. If someone did me wrong I was coming for them full throttle, however this hurt was a whole different kind of hurt. I should be used to it since the man that should love me more than anyone betrayed me for a bitch, but damn, Zayne? I wasn’t expecting that.

  Being at the hospital had me calm and my focus now was on Za’naa. I expected her to be sleep, but she was up and as tired as she looked I saw the beam of happiness in her eyes.

  “KeKe,” she murmured.

  A warm feeling overcame me and I took her in my arms. Tears formed in my eyes and we held onto each other for dear life.

  “Where’s my brother?” she asked when we let go.

  I laughed. “I can’t bring him just yet, but as soon as I can bring him here we will be up here with you everyday.”

  “It’s fine. I won’t be in here long. I got the transplant and my doctors said after the some therapy I will be strong again. I will be able to hold him and everything.”

  I got choked up. The innocence of child was such a beautiful thing. It’s like once you hit puberty reality hit you like a ton of bricks knocking the rose colored shades off your face.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked her rubbing my hands on her face. I felt arms wrapping around my waist and I slapped them away from me knowing it was Zayne.

  “Not now bro,” Asahd spoke to him. He probably gave Zayne a heads up about the picture or Zayne was just being affectionate, however, right now wasn’t about his ass. “Let her spend time with Naa.”

  Zayne and Asahd left out of the room and Camille and I stayed with Za’naa. Za’naa asked me to put her hair into a bun and I did as she asked noticing the thinning of her thick hair. I probably shouldn't have been messing around with her hair, but there was no way I can tell her no. It lifted her spirits drastically though. My princess was a little girly girly. We all needed a little pampering during tough times.

  “Y’all know my other mom was up here?” Za’naa asked with her eyelids half closed fighting her sleep. She wanted to stay up so bad, but with the medicine they gave her for pain along with the Cancer she was always sleepy.

  “I know she was. She had to do the transplant for you,” I told her.

  “Yeah, she told me I was so lucky. You think I should make her a card to say thank you?”

  Camille and I looked at each other and I shook my head. She was another person on my fuck up list.

  “Lucky how?” Camille asked her.

  “Lucky because she didn’t have to do it. She told me that when everyone was out of the room.”

  Za’naa was now mumbling with her eyes closed. Camille and I didn’t say anything, so we won’t keep her awake. Just when the pain subsided my heart began to throb again. How can anyone be so fucking mean to a child?! Their own fucking child!

  I leaned over in my chair and held my head. I needed some time to process everything because now that Za’naa was sleep I wanted to kill Zayne and her fucking mother. I’ll more than likely be in jail which I didn’t want because I know my babies needed me although they had the entire family to care for them.

  Camille and I sat in silence and I called up Natavia to check up on Zay’d and as soon as I got off the phone with her, Asahd and Zayne returned.

  “We need to talk,” I said right away popping up from my chair.

  I pushed past Asahd and Zayne out the door and he was right on my heels.

  “Where’s that bitch?!” I spat pushing him.

  “Ke, let me explain what happened…”

  I lifted my hand to stop him. “I’m not talking about you and your fucking dick suck. Where’s her fucking mother?! You know what that bitch said to my child!” I said through gritted teeth pointing at my chest. “She told Naa, that she was lucky that she did the transplant because she ain’t have to.”

  “What?!”

  “Where is she?! Fuck all that! She got Za’naa feeling all bad like she died on a fucking cross for her. I will kill her! I’m telling you I will fucking kill her!”

  “When did she say this shit to Naa? Matter fact don’t worry about it, I will handle Qwinae and talk to Naa. We have other issues to discuss.”

  “Do we really Zayne?” I snapped back at him. “I don’t care to know what the fuck you were doing, honestly. You dropped the fucking ball. If you were with Naa instead of fucking other bitches my heart wouldn’t have been broken twice in one damn day!”

  Zayne sighed and dropped his head down in defeat. “It didn’t happen when she was around. Ern and Shirley had Naa. It was only a dick suck. I swear.”

  Whap!

  I lost my cool and slapped the shit out of Zayne upside his head. Funny, guys justified getting their little dingalings in someone else’s mouth as just a dicksuck.

  “Just a dicksuck, nigga?! My child in a fucking hospital and I’m caring for a newborn and you want to be chasing bitches in a whole different city!” I gritted swinging on him with every word.

  The beast was unleashed and I was beating Zayne’s ass in the hospital. He didn’
t stop me or swing back. He blocked each blow. Some connected and some didn’t. I wasn’t stopping until I saw blood.

  Eventually, Zayne and Camille burst out of the room and he had me in a bear hug to stop me from beating his brothers ass.

  “Chill Keira. This ain’t the time or place. You trying to get booked?” Asahd asked me attempting to be the voice of reason.

  “Get the hell off me, I’m fine,” I spat.

  “If I let you go and you hit him again, we gonna have problems. You ain’t about to fight his ass in this hospital.”

  I sucked my teeth and a few seconds later he released me and I stormed off down the hall. Zayne was calling my name and I heard Camille scuffling behind me trying to keep up with my fast paced walk. I didn’t have shit for Zayne. If it wasn’t about our kids. I had no rap for him.

  ZAYNE

  “You know you fucked up right?”

  I shot a glare at Asahd although I shouldn’t be upset because for once my hard headed baby brother was right. I fucked up bad.

  “How many times you gonna say that shit,” I spat lowly making sure not to wake up Za’naa.

  “I’ma keep saying that shit. Even if she’s crazy enough to take you the fuck back I’m remind you that you fucked up.”

  “A’ight man.”

  I hit Keira’s name in my phone again in attempt to reach her, but it was going right to voicemail. She had me on a block list.

  “Give it up, bruh. She not talking to you. I wouldn’t talk to you either if you was my nigga with ya dick down some hoes throat. I knew that bitch was no good. She cracked at Johan in front of you. What the fuck were you doing around her?!”

  “Fucking faggot.”

  “Nah, I ain’t gay. I’m about to be a married, still faithful man and father.”

  I cut my eyes at him and Asahd held his serious expression. He was normally for the shits and giggles, but he was dead ass right now. He was not going to let me forget my mistake.

  “Give me your phone.”

  “For what?”

  “So I can call Keira.”

  “Hell nah, you ain’t putting me in this.”