My Baby Is a West Coast King 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  Licking up her neck and sucking her chin, I finally made eye contact with her before crushing my lips against hers. Our tongues came in contact, so I finally let her wrists go. She locked her arms around my neck, just as I placed her legs over my forearms and positioned my head at her slippery, tight opening.

  “No, Shai, I haven’t been taking my birth control.” She pulled back from my lips.

  I ignored her, biting down hard on my lip as I entered her so that I wouldn’t cry out like a bitch. She whimpered softly once I was all the way in, and I just had to pause for a moment to enjoy the feeling of being inside of her. It made me feel even stupider for stepping outside of the relationship when I had this good back at home for me.

  “Damn,” I grumbled as I started to move in and out of her slowly.

  She was sweating already, so my fingertips were able to glide up and down her thighs as her legs rested over my forearms.

  “Ahhh, uuuh,” she called out, holding onto my biceps.

  “I love you,” I whispered against her lips but she said nothing. I ain’t give a fuck though. This wasn’t her time to convince, it was mine.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, and started to speed up my thrusts.

  Listening to our skin collide, and feeling her juices coat my dick had me on edge. I knew I was about to bust sooner than I wanted to, but I didn’t mind. Shit was feeling too good and I didn’t want to slow up.

  “Ahh, ahh!” she cried out every time I filled her up completely.

  I felt her nails dig into my arms, just before she froze and came so hard she shuddered. She looked up into my eyes with her mouth ajar, clearly taken aback by such a powerful feeling.

  “I hate you,” she licked her lips just before I started to suck them while beating it up.

  She was hollering into my mouth as I vacuumed her lips, while pounding her pussy nice and hard. I moaned lowly against her full parted lips, just before delivering a few more pumps and nutting all inside of her. My hands grabbed her hips, and I pressed myself more into her, just to be sure it got all in there.

  Lowering myself down onto her, liking the feeling of her pussy throbbing around my dick, I gripped her chin to kiss her nastily.

  “You know you’re mine forever, right?” I looked into her eyes. She glanced off, since she couldn’t turn her face, so I tilted my head to make eye contact again. “You know that, right? You can’t just get rid of niggas like me. Especially because I fucking love you, baby.”

  A tear slipped from her eye, so I kissed it away before going back to her lips.

  Laine

  Two days later…

  I was finally able to get Mischief to take me back to the mansion this morning, and boy was I grateful. The only way I could convince him was to let him know I wasn’t leaving him and we’d work things out. I laughed as I thought about that.

  I didn’t care what he said or how he made my body feel, I was done with him and he’d just have to work things out on his own. I was sure that soon enough I’d be over his ass just like I got over Tarik.

  The next guy I dated would definitely have a hard time getting to me, and that’s even if I gave him a chance. As of right now, I was realizing men weren’t good for anything but making babies and taking out the trash, so until I needed one or the other, I was gonna be solo.

  “Good morning,” this girl Farrah walked in and smiled at me. It was a fake ass smile, so I delivered one back.

  Farrah was that girl that would say shit and you had to wonder if she was being a bitch or not. You didn’t want to blow up on her ass and she was just being stupid, but then you didn’t want to let it slide if she was actually throwing shade. So my solution, as well as Cassie’s, was to just not talk to the bitch. I usually greeted her or vice versa, and left it at that.

  “Can I ask you something?” she questioned as she buttered a pan. I put a dollop of jam into my mug of hot tea and nodded. “Are you and that guy, Mischief, like serious?”

  “Why?”

  “I was just wondering. I thought maybe he was just a fuck buddy for you, but I saw you posted a picture with that necklace on, which made some of us wonder.”

  Glancing down at the L&M necklace I forgot I was even wearing since I never took it off, I brushed my fingers across it in admiration. I hated moments like this, where I contemplated giving Mischief another chance. This necklace always reminded me of the good times we’d had. He made me laugh all the time, and the fact that he didn’t try to, made it funnier. I also loved how he’d pretend to be interested in my girl problems, like my nails not being the right shade of pink. I chuckled thinking about how he’d sigh and adjust his hat, signaling that he was bored with my woman stuff.

  “I like to leave people wondering,” I replied, grabbing my plate of breakfast and tea, before slipping outside to sit at the pretty white wicker table.

  As I ate my food, I heard someone having a heated conversation. I couldn’t hear the other party, which let me know they were on the phone. I continued eating my breakfast scramble, trying not to be nosey, but the girl got even louder so I had to look. When I spotted Kady angrily hanging up her iPhone, I quickly turned away not wanting to be in her business. I had enough problems and didn’t care to be all in hers.

  “Oh, I didn’t see you out here,” she walked up to the table and sat across from me.

  I finished chewing my food and then swallowed before saying, “Yeah, I didn’t know you were on the phone or anything.”

  “It’s fine,” she sighed.

  Kady was a pretty girl as I’d explained before. She had golden brown hair that she always wore in a slick bun, hitting the nape of her neck. Her eyes were a hazel color, and her skin was light with a gold tinge. She was skinny with big breasts, but because she was five-feet-eight, she didn’t look like a capital ‘p’; she looked proportioned.

  No words were exchanged between us as I continued to eat my food and drink my tea. However, after she sighed for the hundredth time, while staring at the pool, I decided to go ahead and give in. She wanted to vent, and since I kind of liked Kady, I would be willing to help her out this one time. She was lucky I had nothing to do for today.

  “Are you okay?” I quizzed, regretting it already.

  Turning in her seat to look at me for a while, letting her eyes sparkle, she said, “If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it a secret?”

  “Of course, Kady.”

  Well,” she cleared her throat, “I’ve been in a relationship with Nuzi for six years.” She was looking at the pool, but once she finished, she turned to look me in the eye.

  “I’m sorry, Nuzi the rapper?”

  Nuzi was a pretty successful rapper who kind of appeared out of nowhere a couple years ago. I just remember him having the biggest hit song of 2014, and wondering where the hell he came from. Now, years later, he was still winning, but no one had any idea that he had a girlfriend. The fact that Kady said she’d been with him for six years was baffling to say the least.

  “Yes, Nuzi the rapper. His real name is Nendez. He got his name from uzi, like the gun, and just put his first initial on it. Anyway, I’ve been with him since my junior year in high school.”

  “I don’t mean to offend you, Kady, but no one knows this. I’ve heard a couple interviews and he always says he’s single.”

  “I know. He told me as soon as he started getting exposure that it was bad for his image to have a girlfriend. He said female fans would be turned off. And because I love him and want him to be successful, I’m okay with that. But ask people that grew up around us in Watts, they know who I am to him.”

  I burst into laughter even though I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t necessarily laughing at her situation, I was laughing at the fact that Nuzi had really gotten in her head with that bullshit excuse.

  “I apologize. Kady, I understand and yeah, back in the day it was best for male celebrities to appear to be single, but nowadays it’s not like that. These bitches don’t care. They will still be trying to fuck
him. I kind of think seeing a man in a committed relationship is a turn on for them.”

  “So what are you saying? I mean, we argue a lot because every time I look up, some bitch is claiming him or he’s just doing too much.”

  “I don’t like telling people what to do with their relationship, but if I were you, I wouldn’t deal with that. You’re beautiful, you’re coming up in the model world, and you’re young. I would let him know that you want him to start acting right and let these bitches know.”

  “Is that what you told Mischief? I was so surprised to see him punching niggas out over you, Laine. I’ve known girls who can’t even get him to speak and they’d just sucked his dick that morning. He must love you.”

  I inhaled and exhaled heavily, processing her words so I could push them out of my mind. I didn’t trust her enough to tell her that Mischief and I were no longer, but I was angry with him and didn’t want her thinking he was this perfect guy. Dilemma.

  “Most of these niggas are the same, Kady. If Nuzi really wants to be with you, he will do what he needs to make sure you’re comfortable in the relationship.”

  “True. So can you and Cassie come with me to his session tomorrow night? He’s recording his new album and I want to spring up on his ass.”

  “Kady, I—”

  “Please, Laine. He’s gonna have about one hundred people sitting around anyway, including bitches. I may need back up in case they fuck with me.”

  “So you want me to accompany you, and possibly fight?” I chuckled and so did she.

  “No, that’s only if worse comes to worst. But I just want you guys to come tomorrow, so please.”

  “You said it’s at night, right? Because I have a shoot tomorrow that won’t be done until like six in the evening.”

  “Yes, around 8:30pm. Enough time for you to clean up and shit.”

  “Alright, I will tell Cassie.”

  “Thank you!” she shrieked, jumped up, and then hugged me tightly. Maybe this would help keep my mind off of Mischief.

  ***

  Cassie, Kady, and I were all ready to go, so we started down the stairs and to the front door. We heard someone clear his or her throat, and when I turned to see who, I saw Rita looking down over us. Her wild red hair was bigger than usual, but her makeup was flawless.

  “Where the fuck y’all going?”

  “They’re just coming to the studio with me real quick,” Kady answered.

  “Damn, so fuck me, huh?” Rita cocked her head.

  “You can come, Rita. I just thought you would have been busy. You usually always have somewhere to go, and I didn’t think tonight would be any different.”

  “Let me get my shoes.”

  As soon as she turned her back, Cassie and I looked at one another and rolled our eyes. Kady chuckled, and the three of us just stood there until Rita descended the stairs in a black short dress and heels. All of us were dressed kind of sexily, but not too much because Cassie and I didn’t want to give whatever niggas were there the wrong impression.

  The four of us piled into Jude’s Cadillac Escalade, and I glanced over at Kady’s ass with a worried expression, so she laughed.

  “What?” she inquired once the car was on.

  “You know how to drive this big ass car?” Cassie took the words out of my mouth.

  “Not really, but I’m gonna try tonight. Hey, if we die, at least we’ll be looking cute as fuck when they pry us out of this shit.”

  “Yeah, no,” Rita replied, and the four of us burst into laughter.

  Once Kady had the music on, she peeled out of Jude’s large driveway. We were on the freeway for a long ass time due to traffic, before we made it to some studio that had to be far as hell from our spot in West Hollywood. The street it was on was lined with cars, all nice as hell, so it must have been Nuzi’s rapper friends. After we checked our makeup and hair to make sure no one had lipstick on their teeth or a flyaway, we hopped out and crossed the street, walking up to a red door.

  “Who dis?” some male voice came through after Kady hit the buzzer.

  “Where are we?” I asked Rita, because I knew Cassie wasn’t as familiar with Southern California. She was barely familiar with Oakland, her fake hometown.

  “Noho,” Rita responded and shifted her weight from one hip to the other.

  “Which is?”

  “North Hollywood, boo.”

  Cassie and I nodded.

  “Kady… man, Nuzi know you coming through?” the raspy male voice questioned.

  “Rico, open this fucking door! Don’t do me like that!” Kady barked, and the guy sucked his teeth before he buzzed us in.

  We tread in and I made sure my canary yellow dress stayed put. I didn’t want any of these niggas seeing my panties, or even too high up on my thigh.

  The studio room we entered was much larger and deeper than the one Mischief used. There were about six other women in there, and ten niggas in total. We spotted Nuzi sitting at the soundboard with the producer, and when he saw Kady, his smile faded. That was a key sign to a nigga doing dirt. If you popped up and changed his mood, negatively, he was fucking up.

  “Kady, what’s up?” he asked, eyes scanning the room as if he didn’t want them to know anything about him being in a relationship.

  Cassie, Rita, and I took a seat on one of the leather couches.

  “What’s good, nigga?” She dropped her purse on the soundboard, making Cassie and I laugh. “I tried to call and tell you I was gonna come but of course you didn’t answer.”

  “Who is this, daddy?” some bitch walked up and frowned at Kady like Nuzi was hers.

  “Daddy? Bitch!” was all Kady said before she grabbed that hoe by the bun and started pounding her face in.

  The girl was trying, and since Kady was clearly winning, none of us felt the need to jump in. As they fought, there was a lot of indistinct chatter, and drunk bitches panicking because Kady said they were next.

  “Come here!” Nuzi yanked Kady off the girl and carried her into what I assumed was the bathroom. The poor girl just limped out, with no one following to help her.

  “Should have beat his ass too,” Cassie commented, and I nodded in agreement.

  “Rico,” some tall handsome dude walked up. He had deep chocolate skin, with a long beard and baldhead. I didn’t like bald guys but he was foine.

  “Laine. And this is Cassie and Rita.”

  “Nice to meet you, Cassie. Already know you Rita. Laine, I’ve seen your fine ass somewhere,” he licked his lips as his eyes scanned me.

  “We’re a part of The Models. I would say you’ve seen me modeling, but I doubt you visit make-up sites or Sephora, so it was probably at a club.”

  “Maybe. So you condoning this wild ass version of Kady? She would have never done no shit like this usually.” He squatted down to be eye level, allowing me to smell his subtle cologne.

  Mischief

  One of the artists that Static Records wanted me to work with was Nuzi. He was one of their biggest acts outside of this cat named Beatty, and this singer, Aspen. I was to work with them too, but Nuzi was their top priority.

  I was excited to fuck with him, I just hoped he wasn’t no bitch ass nigga who expected me to cower under him because if so, he was gon’ learn today. Either I was running shit, or no one was; simple as that. No grown man was gonna be bossing me around or trying to bitch me, and that’s on my life.

  I parked across the street from his studio all the way in fucking North Hollywood, and shut my car off. I grabbed my black backpack from the back seat, and adjusted my cap to pull it down over my eyes a little. Soon as I locked my door, I checked my phone since it buzzed, hoping it was Laine.

  I’d texted and called her ass three times today, and she hadn’t responded to either. Sucking my teeth at the texts I had from Mendi, Sammi, Liberty, Ishmael, my brothers, fuck ass Cardio, and that delusional ass hoe Brooke, I pocketed my phone and crossed the street.

  When I made it to the red door, I typed in t
he code given to me and went inside. As soon as I got to the end of the hallway, a cloud of smoke hit me in the face as I walked in the room. This shit was bigger and fancier than my spot, but the atmosphere was just the same. There were groupie bitches and groupie niggas spread all around, smoking and drinking. Thank God I was just here to let this nigga hear some of my beats and nothing else, because I only recorded at my spot or around people I was somewhat familiar with.

  “Aye!” Nuzi walked out of the bathroom holding the hand of some girl I’d seen with Laine more than a few times, which made me scan the room.

  “What’s good?” I dapped Nuzi up as I looked around for my girl. My eyes finally landed on her, and some weak ass nigga was kneeled down talking and laughing with her like he was about to actually get something. Muthafuckas loved to bring the West Side Bompton out of a nigga.

  “So let me just record this one so—”

  “Excuse me for a minute,” I told Nuzi.

  “Yeah, no problem, Mischief.”

  Walking up to where Laine and that bitch nigga were, I stared down at her. She finally turned to look up at me, and I could see the fear in her eyes.

  “Aye, homie, she’s spoken for,” I tried to state as calmly as possible, even though I was boiling inside. When he rose to his feet and looked down at her, I said, “Nigga, don’t look at her for confirmation! Back yo’ ass up like I just advised!”

  “Nigga—”

  “Rico, nah,” Nuzi jumped in to let that nigga know I wasn’t the one. “Mischief, this is Rico. Rico, Mischief.” Nuzi gave Rico a look and I could see the switch in his body language. They’d clearly had a conversation about me prior.

  “Mischief, really?” Laine scoffed.

  “Let me holla at you, Laine.” I walked towards the door of the studio, and after mumbling bullshit, she got up and came after me.

  “What? Don’t be coming up in there acting like you got claim on me!” she hissed as soon as she got outside of the building.

  “I ain’t acting like shit! When I dropped yo’ ass off the other day, you said we were good!”