When we stepped outside, there were a lot of people hanging around the front of the club, smoking and chilling.
“Aww, man, is that my nigga Dre?” I heard someone yell and I focused my attention to see where the voice was coming from. I looked up and I was my nigga Chilly from back in the day. We used to do runs together back in high school.
“What’s good, nigga?” I asked quickly because Toya was trying to get away.
“Ain’t shit, chasing this paper. When your ass get out?” he asked me after we gave each other a mainly hug.
“I just got out this week,” I said, looking between him and Toya because she was about to walk on the other side of the road.
“Nigga, go handle that. We’ll link up later,” he said and I dapped him up and jogged lightly, trying to catch to this fast walking girl.
“Damn, baby, you couldn’t wait for daddy?’ I asked her playfully.
“You say that like I asked you to walk to me to my car. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself,” she said, going into her clutch and pulling out her phone. She pressed a button on the case and all of a sudden I noticed the case light up and the phone shake. I looked closer and this crazy ass girl had a damn stun gun as a phone case. I laughed because that was some gutta ass shit. “I told you, I can handle myself so you could have stayed back in there,” she said, putting her damn weapon back in her purse.
“It’s called being a gentleman. I wanted to make sure you got to your car safely,” I said.
She went back in her purse and this time pulled out her key and a few second later, I heard a car start up. I looked and it was a 2015 matte pink Ford Mustang sitting on 22s. She had pushed to start her car and when she reached it, she looked up at me.
“Okay, I made it safely,” she said. In other words, telling me to back my ass up so that she could pull out once she got inside of the car.
“Damn, I can’t get your phone number or nothing? Damn, you tough!” I said, putting my hand over my heart, faking hurt.
“Have a good night. Could you please move so that I could go? I have somewhere to be in the morning,” she said rudely but I liked it.
“Alright, Ima let you have this one but next time, I won’t be so lenient,” I said, smirking.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry because there won’t be a next time,” she said before she turned around and got inside of her car. I let her back out and once she was on the road, I stayed there and watched as she shot out and didn’t turn around to go back inside until her car disappeared.
Chapter 12: Dre
I woke up the next morning, checked my clock and I noticed that it was 11:15 in the damn morning. I was supposed to meet with my damn realtor at 11:30 today and a nigga was just getting out the damn bed. Last night, or should I say early this morning, we didn’t end up leaving the club until about two o’clock and I brought my black ass straight home, which was a shocker to me because I just knew that I would be waking up with somebody’s damn daughter in my bed. I hopped out of the little twin sized bed in my old room at my grandma’s house and stretched. I really needed to find a home today because this little ass bed was starting to kill my damn back. I grabbed my towel from off of my dresser and made my way inside the bathroom in the hallway so that I could quickly shower. While I was in the shower, I brushed my teeth in there as well, a bad habit that I had picked up on after being incarcerated.
After I finished my business, I got my brush and brushed my hair and walked back down to the room with the towel wrapped around my waist, body still dripping with water. I walked over to the side of my room and went inside the shopping bags that I had from when I’d hit up the mall the other day. I went inside the bag from Champs and picked out a pair of gray Nike shorts with a white stripe on both sides along with a gray and white Nike shirt. I took out a fresh pair of Forces and the Nike socks. I went inside the bag from Macy’s and took out a pair of red Polo boxers, taking off the towel and then sliding them on.
Ten minutes later, I was dressed and walking out of the door. My grandma was in her room doing her usual early morning Saturday devotion, so I didn’t want to disturb her, which is why I left her a note on the fridge letting her know that I would have her car, but only for a few hours. Thirty minutes later, I was pulling up to Sunny Aisles, to the address of the condo that I would be looking at. When I pulled up, there was a red Jeep parked in front of the condo on the bottom floor that went to the address that I was supposed to be viewing today and a figure standing in front of the stairs with their back facing me and the phone glued to their ear. That little waist and those long legs and that perfect body were all too familiar. I parked the car and made my way over to the figure.
“We meet again,” I said, scaring her and she looked at me like I was crazy before telling whoever she was on the phone with that she would call them back.
“You know, I could have you arrested for stalking,” she said, looking at me with no signs of her joking being sketched on her beautiful face.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I got to see how good the pussy taste first in order to be stalking your ass. I’m actually here to meet with my realtor,” I said, looking behind her, thinking she was going to just jump out.
“Wait, you’re Diandre Davis? We talked on the phone,” she said, shocked.
“Damn, and here I am about to damn near beg you for your number last night when a nigga already had the shit,” I said, smirking.
“Oh please, playboy. You have my work number, not my personal. Let’s go inside so I can show you around. You’re already late and I have two more appointments after you so I would appreciate it if you keep up,” she said, turning around and, like a dog in heat, I was right on her ass.
“Damn, you always this mean to your customers?” I asked her.
“Only the ones that I meet at clubs and have become a nuisance since then,” she said, throwing hell of shade my way.
“You got a slick ass mouth on you but I’m going to fix that shit if it’s the last thing I do,” I said, dead ass serious.
She waved me off and then we stepped inside the condo that was located on the first floor. That was already a plus because a nigga wasn’t with taking all those stairs just to get inside my crib. As she walked around, she explained everything to me that I needed to know.
“What we’re looking at right now is a beautifully renovated 3 bedroom, 2 bath condo with features such as a new kitchen; as you can see the granite countertops,” she said, pointing around the kitchen and I nodded my head in approval. We walked over towards the back of the room and she continued explaining it to me. “There are new bathrooms, fresh paint, which has been done from the floor to the ceiling. The good thing about this building is that its location is just a half a block from the ocean, shopping centers, and a lot of other things that I’m quite sure you’ll enjoy,” she said and I was in awe of her and this damn condo. This was the definition of a bad ass bitch! Not only was she good lucking but she had a damn job and clearly, she was educated.
“You said that half a block is a few other things that I will enjoy. I will enjoy you, so that must mean that you don’t stay too far away,” I said, looking her into her eyes.
Smirking, she asked, “You just won’t stop, will you? Aren’t you the least bit concerned about the asking price, Mr. Davis?” She was batting her long eyelashes at me.
“Only time you ask for the price is when you can’t afford it. I’ll take it. And you don’t have to be so formal, you can call me daddy,” I said and she smiled. I knew that smile was because she was going to get herself a little bonus at work for selling a house today. She literally ignored the whole call me daddy thing because she didn’t make a slick remark like she usually did.
I watched as she walked over to her briefcase and went inside to pull out some paperwork. I stood behind her and I knew for a fact that she could feel my dick resting on her ass. I did something that I have been dying to do since last night, which was to put both of my hands on her waist and giv
e it a little squeeze while whispering in her ear. “Just think, by next week, you’ll be standing in this very same spot cooking a nigga breakfast, butt ass naked with my kids swimming around in your stomach.” I could see the hairs on her neck stand up and for the first time so far, I noticed that she was at a loss for words. I knew exactly how to handle her; most niggas didn’t, and that’s why she thought that she could get away with saying half the shit that came from out of her mouth.
Feeling a little bit uncomfortable and put on the spot, she removed my hands from around her waist and looked up at me. “You ready to sign some papers? And put down some money and you could have the keys by tomorrow,” she said, disregarding everything that I had said.
I smirked because I had her ass just where I wanted her. A nigga had never been told no before and I damn sure wasn’t about to let the shit start happening now. I wanted this woman and I wasn’t going to stop pursuing her until I had her.
Chapter 13: Chantel
I didn’t know what the hell had been up with Quan but lately he was starting to act very distant and really funny towards me. There used to be a time where I could hit him up for some dick and he would always come through, even if that meant him coming at like three in the morning, whenever he would leave the studio.
Word around town and from the magazines and little shit I had been seeing on the Shade Room from Instagram was that Quan and his baby mama were back together. If that was true then that bitch was even dumber than I thought. Her baby daddy was a fuckin hoe and I already knew that he wasn’t going to be faithful to her, no matter how good the pussy was. Hell, I already knew he was fuckin a few of my home girls, too, because word travels around here in Miami. A bitch I follow on Instagram literally just posted a picture of Quan in her bed last night and I didn’t feel no type of way about it because I already knew how Quan got down. I just felt like Charlie was going to fuck around and get embarrassed and she was going to write her ass a check that she couldn’t cash fuckin around with him. I honestly wouldn’t feel sorry for the bitch either because she’d known that man long enough to know that he wouldn’t commit.
Like I mentioned before, I don’t even want to be exclusive with Quan, I just want a baby out of his ass so that me and my seed could be straight for life. That’s right, I wanted a check out of that ass.
I had been trying to get Quan over here since they last time because my plan had fallen apart right before my eyes. Lately, I had been fuckin around with Tracy but that nigga’s money wasn’t long enough. I mean, yeah, he had enough coins for me to get my nails and shit done but shit, I needed money that was going to fuckin fly me out. Take me somewhere like Dubai or some shit. See, Quan was capable of doing all of that, which is why my plan had to work this damn time. I’ll admit, my ass fucked around and let Tracy run up in me raw, knowing I’m not on no type of birth control. If I wanted my plan to work, I couldn’t be making reckless ass decisions like that.
Right now, I was sitting inside my house, waiting for Quan to text me back. I had sent him five messages straight and he had yet to read one of them and respond. Finally, a message came through and it was Quan letting me know that he would be round this way later on. I already knew it was going to be sometime after midnight because it was already a little bit after 11 o’clock right now.
I jumped up from off the couch and made a dash for the bathroom. I took a long ass shower, shaving every part of my body, getting out damn near 30 minutes later. After I finished, I dried off with the towel and oiled my body with Johnson & Johnson baby oil. When I finished, I slipped on my all-black negligee from Victoria’s Secret, along with my all-black, 6-inch pumps. I pulled my 350 dollar bundles up into a neat ponytail and made my way into the kitchen. I went and warmed up some spaghetti from last night while I took out two glasses. I poured water in mine and cranberry juice in Quan’s, slipping some ecstasy in of his. I got a straw from the holder and twirled it around in the cup so that it could dissolve into the drink.
Literally after I finished setting both of our plates on the table, there was a knock at the door. I damn near ran to the door and then peeked out to see who it was. Of course, it was none other than my future baby daddy standing there, looking good enough to eat. I opened the door for him and his eyes were bloodshot red from being so damn high. As soon as he stepped foot inside of my house, he smelled like a damn pound.
I wrapped my arms around him and he lifted me up, placing both hand on the bottom of my ass. I wanted to lean in and kiss him but I knew he would most likely drop my ass and then dip. Quan didn’t play when it came down to that kissing shit. He closed the door behind him with his foot and carried me into the kitchen. He placed me back on my feet and smiled.
“Damn, thank you for cooking because a nigga is definitely hungry,” he said, rubbing his stomach for emphasis.
I smirked and sat in front of my plate and then he went to sit in front of his. “Switch plates with me, Chantel, and drink some of my juice first. No disrespect but I didn’t see when you fixed this shit,” Quan said, instantly pissing me off but I couldn’t show him that he had just struck a nerve because then I would come off as suspicious.
“I can’t believe you really would think I would poison you,” I said, faking hurt.
“No hard feelings, baby girl,” he said and watched as I switched the plates and then drank a little bit of his juice after I put a straw in it. Content with what happened, he smiled and dug in. See, the ecstasy wouldn’t really have an effect on me because I popped those shits religiously. The only thing it was going to do was make me hornier. Now Quan on the other hand, that shit was going to slowly creep up on him and I was going to slide up and down on his raw dick and pray to God that he blessed me with twins. I swear I wanted to catch the damn Holy Ghost when I saw him bring the glass to his lips and kill the whole thing.
“See, if you come over more often, you can have a home cooked meal every night. I bet your baby mama don’t cook for you,” I said, raising an eyebrow. I wanted to see if he would confirm them being a couple like the tabloids had been saying.
“Naw, because my baby mama bust her ass at work damn near every day. While you home chilling, she still at her store right now working her ass off,” he said, throwing shade but I didn’t even respond because in the end, I was going to get the last laugh.
I started back eating my food and that’s when I noticed Quan constantly wiping beads of sweat off his forehead with his napkin. Sign number one. I smirked and continued to watch him sweat from the corner of my eye.
“Chantel, what you got the air on, girl? It’s hot as hell in here,” he said and I stood up and acted like I was about to check the air. I came back two minutes later and he was sitting there in a trance. “You’ll get me some water or something? I’m feeling thirsty as hell all of a sudden.”
Sign number two. I went into the refrigerator and got him a bottle of water and then handed it to him. I noticed that as he tried to open it, his hands got a little shaky, so I opened it for him and placed it to his lips while he drank it.
“Shit, I’m dizzy as hell. Help me go and sit on the couch,” he said.
Finally, the last step. I pulled him up and help him into the couch. I pushed him down and watched as he threw his head back lazily. I undid his Timberland boots and took them off along with his socks. I stood up and undid the belt buckle to his jeans and slid them down, with his boxers. His dick was on soft but that monster was still resting on his thigh. I got on my knees and sucked him to life and he let out a deep moan. When he was nice and hard, I stripped down from my negligee and climbed on top of him. I sat down in his lap, placing the head of his dick towards my opening and sliding all the way down.
“Chantel, what the fuck you doing, girl?” Quan slurred.
“Relax, daddy, let me make you feel good,” I said, sucking on his neck and then kissing his lips. His lips were so soft that I wanted to just suck on them and never let them go. I placed my hands on either side of the couch and rode him
nice and slow. It felt so good to feel his bare dick going inside of me without a rubber. The thought of having a baby by him had my juices coating his dick. I continued to ride him nice and slow and a few minutes later, I felt him warm sperm filling me up and I came right after, with a satisfied grin plastered on my face. I made sure to rub the head of his dick all around my walls so I could get every drop. Quan was knocked out and by the morning, all he would remember is us having sex and him being too high to remember to put on a condom.
I stood up and slipped my negligee back on and went into the kitchen to get my phone. I sat on his lap and took a few selfies of us with him knocked out and DM’d those to the Shade Room, captioning it “Put his ass to sleep. Hashtag, Charlie who?” I laughed because there was nothing else I needed from him. Hell, I was fertile than a motherfucka so I already knew that I was pregnant, now the world just had to know. Regardless, Quan had no choice but to take care of our baby because if not, I would gladly take his ass to court for my coins.
I left him there on the couch as I went back into the kitchen and took the ecstasy out of the cabinet and went into the hallway so that I could flush it down the toilet, just in case he woke up and couldn’t remember being so high that he slid up in me raw. I didn’t need him looking around for shit and finding it because I knew without a doubt that he would indeed kill my ass.
I left the bathroom and went inside of my room and got inside the bed. Today marked a brand new day for me and in about nine months, I would be bringing a newborn baby into this world by a rich ass rapper, which will have my baby and me set for life. Life couldn’t get any better at this point. Poor little Charlie when she heard about this news in the morning because the Shade Room was going to have a field day with this story. Just as quick as their bullshit ass relationship started, it ended. I swear she’d be a dumb bitch to keep him after the public embarrassment she was bout to feel in a few more hours. There was no need for her and me to be beefing. We actually needed to get acquainted because sooner or later, her precious little daughter was going to have a new sister or brother. I reached over and cut my phone off because I knew that in a few minutes, it was going to be blowing up with notifications from Instagram. Right now, I wanted to enjoy this calm before the storm because I knew that as soon as Quan woke up in the morning and saw his phone, all hell was going to break lose in this bitch.
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