My Baby Is a West Coast King 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  When I stepped off the elevator, I saw Rico sitting down in one of the comfy chairs of the lobby, holding a single red rose. He looked really good, dressed in a white background Los Angeles Clippers jersey, white cargo shorts, white socks, and low top white Air Force. His baldhead was freshly shaven and shiny, and his beard was trimmed to perfection. A few tattoos adorned his smooth brown complexion, and an iced out gold watch shined brightly around his wrist. His chain was a showstopper too. Pretty much, had I not been with Mischief, I would definitely be giving Rico a try.

  “Rico, how did you know where I was?” We hugged.

  “I know people,” was all he said as he extended the rose and sat on the back of the couch. “I’ve missed you. After our date you haven’t given me the time of day.”

  “Yeah, I’ve been booked a lot, and barely even have time for sleep. Then I went to visit my grandmother for a couple days.” I was being partially honest. Lately my bookings seemed to have increased, but the little time I did have I either spent working out with Mischief, or having girl time.

  “Oh yeah, I saw you post a picture on the gram. So you’re back with that disturbed nigga, huh?” he laughed.

  While away with Mischief in Chicago, I was having so much fun that I didn’t even think when posting on my Snapchat and Instagram. I shouldn’t have had to anyway. I wasn’t ashamed of my decision. I’d had plenty of time to think it through. I loved Mischief and if I wanted to be with him that was my business. No one had to live my life but me, so I was gonna call the shots.

  “He’s not disturbed,” I chuckled, knowing I was lying.

  “Yeah, he is. He’s got some talent though. Them songs he did for Nuzi are gonna do numbers for sure. But you need someone to match you, baby.”

  “Match me?” I adjusted my purse on my shoulder, and then turned to walk out.

  “Yeah, match you.” He followed me out of the building, and into the madness of downtown Los Angeles. “Look, I’m no thirsty nigga, I’m just trying to show you how a nigga is supposed to treat you.”

  Stopping in my tracks on the sidewalk, I turned to Rico and smiled softly.

  “I appreciate the dinner we had and the conversation, but I love Mischief and there is nothing you can show me that would have me wanting to be with you instead of him. So, Rico, stop with the texts, the calls, and newly the pop ups. Put your time into a girl that is gonna give you something in return, okay?” I started off towards the parking structure connected to the building I was in, so that I could get to my car.

  “I won’t give up, Laine!” he shouted behind me. When I glanced over my shoulder, he was smiling and stroking his long beard. Fine ass.

  I hurried to my car because I knew the longer I stayed in this structure, the more money I would have to pay. I sped out and hopped onto the freeway so that I could get to Mischief’s for a little nap. He was gonna make his chicken for me tonight and I couldn’t wait. I made it to his place after forty minutes because of all the traffic, and as soon as I got inside, I passed out on his bed…

  I smiled feeling Mischief plant kisses down my arm. Turning onto my back, I opened my eyes to see his handsome face. He wasn’t dressed up at all, wearing a white t-shirt, and gray sweats with his small gold chain.

  “You’re still gonna cook for me?”

  “Of course.” He stood up and removed his white t-shirt so that he was only wearing a wife beater. I licked my lips at his tall built ass, admiring all the tattoos that graced his body. “Come to the kitchen so we can talk while I cook.”

  I followed him to the kitchen, and sat down at the table while he washed his hands. I watched him season the food, and then put it in the fridge to marinate for a little bit. While he pulled some other stuff down, there was a knock at the door.

  “I’ll get it.” I hopped up, went to the living room, and looked through the peephole to see Ishmael. He looked angry, so I quickly snatched the door open. “Hey Ish—”

  I stopped speaking when he darted past me and went to the back. He quickly came back towards the front when Mischief asked who it was from the kitchen.

  “You’ve still been fucking Sammi?” Ishmael hissed as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

  Mischief stepped back from the counter of food and sighed dejectedly.

  “I was, but I ain’t fucked her since I got a girlfriend, Ish.” He spoke so dryly, like he couldn’t care less about what Ishmael would do.

  “Nigga, you’re supposed to be my family!”

  “That bitch is a hoe! If you wanna wife a hoe, you can’t get mad when she gets fucked! And trust me, I don’t want her ass, she wants me. Now if you came here to throw hands then do that shit, nigga! I don’t talk I make moves!”

  Please don’t fight. Guys please don’t—

  “No!” I screamed when they started to go at it. “Oh my gosh! Shai!” I hollered. I didn’t want to get too close because I was way smaller than them and if I got hit, I’d either die, fall into a coma, or become a vegetable.

  The two of them had made it into the living room, throwing punches and moving wildly all about. I stayed by the front door, calling out to get one of them to stop the fight. Mischief was for sure winning, but Ishmael did get a few licks in.

  “Move back, baby girl!” some guy I recognized but couldn’t remember his name walked through the opened front door, along with some other dude I’d never seen.

  The two guys separated Mischief and Ishmael, and all I could think was damn when Ishmael started going off with blood covering his teeth and dripping from his nose.

  “Get this nigga up out of my shit before I fuck his ass up some more!” Mischief hissed. A little bit of blood came from his lip, but it was nothing.

  The two guys took Ishmael out as he moved wildly and yelled obscenities. Mischief just sat down on his couch, and I closed and locked the door once the three guys made it across the threshold. Walking over to the couch, I sat next to Mischief and hugged his head against my chest. After a few moments, he wrapped his arms around my body and hugged me back.

  “I love you, Shai.”

  “I love you too,” he responded lowly, obviously in deep thought. I held him for a little longer, and then went to get something for his lip.

  Lord have mercy.

  Ishmael Myers

  I slammed the door to my car once I got inside, and punched my steering wheel after yelling. I wasn’t sure if I was angry as fuck because my cousin was fucking my girl behind my back even after he’d said he’d stopped, or if I was angry because I’d been blind to the shit.

  I knew he was telling the truth about not having fucked her since he’d been with Laine, because Sammi and I got back together around that same time. She literally had no time to duck off and fuck him, because I was on her bumper. And when I wasn’t, most likely I was somewhere in Mischief’s presence.

  But my problem wasn’t with the fact that I thought he might have fucked her while we were back together, it was the fact that about a year ago a little after she and I broke up, he told me he’d stopped.

  Shaking my head, I grabbed a napkin from my glove compartment and dabbed my nose, then another to wipe my teeth. I cranked my car up, and then sped off towards my spot that Sammi was still at. About an hour ago, I looked in her phone and saw a conversation she was having with her homegirl, who had asked if she was fucking with Mischief still. I then looked and found some old texts between she and my cousin, and saw they’d been fucking since he’d told me they’d stopped.

  When I got to my spot, I pulled over and parked on the street. I had no plans of staying long, I just wanted to be sure Sammi was getting her shit and getting the fuck out like I’d advised her hoe ass. And to think I was gonna ask her ass to marry me one day. She wasn’t shit but a hoe, and even though it hurt to admit, I knew she’d been after my cousin since the day I met her.

  “Sammi!” I barked, walking into my apartment and locking the door behind myself.

  “Yes?” she came out, wearing the same shit she had
on when I told her to start packing up her shit. “We need to talk.”

  “About what, Sammi? Ain’t shit to talk about!”

  “I have not fucked him since we’ve been back together, Ish! My God! You already knew he and I had been intimate, so why is this such a big deal? Just because it went on longer than you assumed?”

  “You haven’t fucked him but you want to! I saw what you told Cerise! Telling her the only reason you gave me a chance was because he started fucking with an escort!” Rumor had it that The Models were hoes, so the escort she was referring to was Laine.

  “Ishmael, I didn’t mean it, I swear. I only said that because I was mad at you.”

  “Mad at me about what, Sam? This conversation took place less than twenty-four hours ago. So please remind me when we got into it?”

  “You, umm—”

  “Save that shit.” I got closer to her, towering over as she looked up at me with scared eyes. “I know you’ve been eyeing his ass since the day I got your number. So like I told you before I left, get ya shit and get the fuck up out of my spot. I’m done with you. Good luck being with that shady ass nigga. He called you all types of hoes when I was over there.”

  “You’re lying! He would never call me that!”

  I laughed seeing tears well up in her eyes at the thought of Mischief calling her out of her name. Just that quickly, she no longer cared about trying to convince me.

  “Yeah he did. What did you think he thought of you, huh? I fucked you, then he fucked you. He and I are family, which makes you a hoe. He never cared about yo’ ass, you was just some pussy. You fucked up what you had with a nigga who actually cares about you, for one that couldn’t care less if you dropped dead right now.”

  “He does care,” she cried, wiping the tears that traveled down her face.

  I laughed before gripping the front of her neck and shoving her into the wall. She was getting under my skin by showing how much she felt for his ass.

  “Stop disrespecting me by crying over another nigga in my crib. Get ya shit, and get the fuck on before I dead ya ass. I don’ murked muthafuckas for way less than what you’ve done and what you’re doing right now. I’m gon’ set a timer and if you ain’t up out of here in twenty minutes, it’s lights out,” I gritted as she clawed at my hand squeezing her neck.

  She gasped harshly as soon as I let her go. She fell to the floor and breathed heavily as I went into the bathroom and slammed the door. I paced for a little bit as I set a timer while trying to calm myself down. It took every muscle in my six-foot-six frame not to whack her ass across the face when I saw her produce tears for Mischief.

  A part of me couldn’t even be mad because he was right. I should have known Sammi was a hoe from the time she sucked his dick only a day after we broke up. I guess because I’d cheated on her, I tried to give her a pass since she’d given me one. But fuck that. I was done with her hoe ass.

  As I cleaned my mouth with warm water, my phone chimed and I looked down to see it was Kady’s fine ass. I’d been trying to slide up in that for a good two weeks now, but she wasn’t having it. She liked to talk nasty to a nigga but not make good on it because of her boyfriend.

  Shit, when she told me she was Nuzi’s girl, I thought she was lying because everyone knew he was single. He told that shit to anyone who would listen. But when she showed me pictures of them and some other supporting facts, I knew it was true.

  Kady: Guess what I’m doing?

  Me: Recording yourself playing in that pussy for me?

  Kady: Maybe… lol.

  See?

  Me: Whatever.

  Kady: What you doing?

  “Ishmael, can we talk?” Sammi cried from outside the door.

  “You got eight more minutes, bitch!”

  Me: About to shower and smoke.

  Kady: Want some company?

  Me: Yeah but give me like an hour aight? I’ll text my address.

  I guess I was in for the night.

  Kady: Okay

  I carefully brushed my teeth, and then hopped into the shower. When I was done, I wrapped a towel around my waist, and then came out to see Sammi in the living room, zipping her bag while crying softly. She looked over at me, and because I loved her I felt a little bit for her. But I wasn’t no sucker and I’ll be damned if I’m out here claiming some bitch that would rather be with another nigga. I wasn’t saying I was the crème de la crème, but I could have any female I wanted, so settling wasn’t an option. Any bitch I was with was gonna wanna be my bitch, and mine only.

  “So this is it, Ish?” she whimpered.

  I declined to respond and just tightened my towel around my waist. Going into my bedroom, I pulled the drawer out and peeled up the bottom to retrieve my 9mm. Removing the safety, I went back into the living room and pointed it at her ass.

  “Ish!”

  “Get the fuck up out of here,” I stated calmly, holding the gun towards her.

  She grabbed her three heavy looking ass bags, and rushed out the door, crying and shit. I slammed it behind her, locked it, and then went to put my gun away.

  Before getting dressed in gray sweats, a black wife beater, and black socks, I texted Kady my address. I then quickly put away any little shit of Sammi’s that she’d left behind. Kady knew I had a girl, but I was trying to get some pussy tonight and I didn’t want anything changing her mind.

  Once I felt the room had been swept of everything of Sammi’s, I went to the living room and started rolling some blunts. Kady texted me twenty minutes later, so I slipped on my Adidas slides and went downstairs to get her.

  “Smells good in here,” she smiled and came through the door.

  I licked my lips as I watched her body. She didn’t have much ass, but it was enough for me to grab on. Her titties were nice as fuck, and even though she was skinny, her height made up for it. In my opinion, baby girl was fine as hell and didn’t need to be with a square ass, wannabe thug ass nigga like Nuzi anyway. It was funny that he was the one hiding her, because it definitely should have been the other way around.

  “Yeah umm, thanks. You hungry or something?”

  “I’m a little famished. What, you gon’ cook? You look like you can only cook one thing.” She sat down on my couch and crossed her sexy light golden legs.

  “Fuck you,” I replied as she laughed. “But yeah, you’re right, I can’t cook. I was gonna order some Chinese food.”

  “That’s fine. Just make sure you get me some spicy shrimp fried rice, and I want a Thai tea.”

  “Fuck I look like? Yo’ assistant or some shit? You gon’ fuck around and starve talking to me like that, baby girl.”

  “You can’t get my food for me, baby?” she pouted sexily, showing off them full lips that I wanted to see wrapped around my dick.

  “Aight, man,” I replied, immediately thinking with the wrong head.

  “Thank you.”

  I used the Postmates app to order some food, and then sat down next to Kady to finish rolling the blunts. She watched me for a little bit, and then took her shoes off so she could sit on her feet on the couch.

  “Teach me.”

  “Teach you what?” I frowned.

  “How to roll a blunt?”

  “You ain’t never rolled one before?”

  “No. I never smoked until I met Cassie and Laine, and they don’t really do it as much. Rita used to ask me but I didn’t want to then.”

  “Aight, come a little closer then.”

  She rolled her eyes playfully with a smile, and then scooted closer to me. I showed her how to on the last blunt I was rolling, making sure to touch her whenever I could. By the time I finished, the nigga from Postmates was at the door, so I got the food and brought it to the coffee table. Kady and I ate, then took the blunts to my bedroom to smoke. I was laid back on my bed, and she was lying on my chest as we passed it back and forth.

  “Does your girl know you have women coming over your place?”

  “I ain’t got a girl no more,�
� I spoke, blowing the smoke out and passing the blunt over to her.

  “No? What happened?”

  “She’s a hoe, that’s what happened.”

  “So that means we can fuck now?” Kady giggled and I shook my head. I knew she wasn’t about that life.

  “Keep talking that shit, Kady, and I’m gonna fuck yo’ life up. You ain’t ready to get dicked down by a nigga like me.”

  “For your information, Nuzi is great.”

  “You and him weigh the same, and he looks weak as hell.”

  She laughed heartily before asking, “What does his strength have to do with his dick game?”

  “He can’t pick you up and put you in all the positions you need to be put in. But let me stop talking about this shit, because my dick getting hard and I don’t wanna scare you.”

  “I ain’t scared.”

  I took her hand and tried to bring it down my sweats, but when she felt the bulge in my boxers, she hurriedly snatched her hand away.

  “That’s what the fuck I thought.” I ashed the blunt since it was low.

  “Nuzi would be so angry if he knew I was here,” she said lowly, almost like she was talking to herself.

  “I mean honestly, I’m surprised yo’ ass is still with him. You’re way too pretty and smart to be some nigga’s secret. But y’all females like being mistreated,” I shrugged.

  “So you wouldn’t mistreat me.”

  “I mean, I ain’t the greatest nigga in the world. I admit I have a problem keeping my dick in my pants, but I’m a pretty solid dude.”

  “I’ll pass.”

  “Yet, you’re here laid up with me and not that nigga.”

  She tilted her head back to look up at me, and I pressed my lips against hers. I’d been thinking of kissing them for the longest. After our tongues entangled for a little bit, she pulled away and then laid her head back on my chest. We stayed there like that, talking until we fell asleep. Maybe I’d hit in the morning…

  Chapter Nine: Chaz

  I woke up and realized, yet again, I was in Erynne’s bedroom. Lately, six nights out of the week, I would be sleeping over here. Jade and I were for real two ships passing in the night. In the morning when I would get there, sometimes Jade would act like I hadn’t been gone all night and have breakfast made for me and shit. Others, she would have her nose turned up along with an attitude. Sometimes I felt guilty as fuck for being a married man, laying up with another bitch, but the urge to work on my marriage had severely declined. And it wasn’t like Jade was wife of the year either.