by Lucinda John
In the middle of us watching African movies she fell asleep. I grabbed one of the throw blankets and covered her body with it. After cleaning up, I left her a note making a promise to swing by more often. With no destination in mind I got back on my motorcycle and decided to take a ride to the beach for a few drinks.
I was sitting at the Copa bar, minding my business when Geek popped up. He had a grin on his face as he eyed me from head to toe. I knew his wife told him about me fucking her ass up, hell she probably has the scars to back up her story up, so I wasn’t sure why he was here sitting in my face.
“Kimbo Slice,” he said with a smirk on his face.
“I’m holding, so back the fuck up or you are going to look like your wife’s twin in a second,” I spat.
“Damn baby that feisty shit got my dick hard. How you been baby mama?” He asked.
“I have been good,” I replied, sipping my drink.
“That’s good. I have been missing your little ass like crazy,” he said running his fingers through my hair.
I didn’t know if it was the liquor or the old feelings I had for him resurfacing, but the way his fingers danced through my scalp had a soft moan escaping my mouth. He took my moan as an open invitation to connect our lips. Instead of pushing him back like I knew I should, I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to tickle the back of my throat.
“Mmhmm CheChe, I still love you,” he said with his lips still pressed against mine.
“Geek we can’t do this, you’re married and I’m with somebody.”
“Fuck that square ass nigga,” He said slipping his hand in the waistband of my sweats. His fingers made his way to my clit and he started gently massaging it causing my legs to buckle.
“Fuck CheChe, let’s get a room,” he groaned in my ear.
“Noooo,” I moaned as I creamed all over his fingers.
“Ma, look how wet that thang is for daddy. What do you mean no?”
“I mean no! Get the fuck off me!” I yelled, pushing him back. My outburst caught the attention of the security guard causing him to walk over to us.
“Ma’am is everything ok?” he asked.
“Yes, I was just leaving,” I said using the opportunity to leave.
I was feeling a little too tipsy to operate my bike, instead I paid for overnight parking and called Uber. Since the security guard insisted on waiting with me until the driver came, Geek decided to leave, but not before mouthing, ‘This is not over’. I was mad at myself for slipping into temptation, but glad I caught myself before I fell for his bullshit again.
When I walked in my house, the aroma of food filled the air. I didn’t see Shantika’s car outside and Dale didn’t have keys to my house. Pulling out my gun, I cocked it back and slowly walked to the kitchen.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Smoke asked scaring the shit out of me.
“I’m grown,” I said putting the safety back on my gun.
“You were with that nigga?” He asked giving me the death stare.
“Again Smoke, I’m grown!” I yelled, rolling my eyes.
Just then my phone beeped, causing Smoke eyes to fall on my purse. I tried to reach for it, but he was quicker than I was. He unzipped my Gucci bag and dumped everything out until he located my iPhone. I was pissed that his dramatic ass did all that when he could have just reached in and grabbed it.
“So, you are fucking with that nigga Geek again?” He asked causing my heart to skip a beat.
“No, I am not,” I replied, standing my ground. I don’t know why but I was shaking like a leaf on a windy day in my sneakers.
“So, why the fuck is he talking about your pussy and how wet it was?” He fumed.
Silence.
“You don’t hear me talking to you?”
More silence.
“So, you ARE back to fucking with a married man? Your hard headed ass is going to learn,” he snapped throwing my phone against the wall, causing it to fall out of the Otter box case and shatter.
“It’s not what you think,” I said trying to defend myself.
“So, you are saying that you weren’t with that nigga?”
“No. I mean I bumped into him but it wasn’t like a date or anything.”
“So how did his fingers end up between your legs?” He asked.
“I had too much to drink.”.
“You are lucky I don’t hit females or I would have of slapped your ass right now!” He yelled causing me to jump.
“Why you are so mad? I mean you are with Tangi. Y’all are about to have a baby and shit. What do you expect me to do? Wait on you while you have a whole family on the side?” I asked.
“That’s what the fuck I expect Karrueche! If I tell your ass to be patient with me then that’s what the fuck I mean. It isn’t like I’m at home in love with Tangi’s ass. She could possibly be carrying my baby and I’m trying to take care of my responsibilities like a man. I want to be here with your ass but your ass is letting different niggas play in your pussy and shit!” He snapped.
“You are making me sound like a hoe.”
“No, you’re presenting yourself that way. How are you cool with fucking me, and the next nigga, while another plays in your pussy? You are hot ma,” he said. “Maybe it isn’t meant for me to fuck with a broad like you,” he continued.
“What you are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying do you because I’m done.” He cleaned the mess he made in the kitchen, packed him a plate to go and prepared to leave.
“Smoke wait,” I said, putting my hands around his waist. As much as I tried to front, him walking out right now would kill me. I wanted badly to be with him, but I didn’t want to be number two. I kept telling myself I wanted to be someone’s one and only, but I just contradicted myself not too long ago by fooling around with a man that I knew was married. Boy was I fucked up in the head.
“Get the fuck off me, smelling like that nigga’s cheap ass cologne,” he said pushing me back.
“Really Smoke?” I asked with tears in my eyes.
“Bye man,” he said doing an about face, leaving me alone to cry out my pain.
Chapter 11
Smoke
“Why the fuck are you coming in here snapping on me? I am not the bitch that put you in that shitty mood,” Tangi said pissing me off more.
I should have taken my ass to my mother’s house. I don’t know what made me bring my ass over here, where I knew Tangi’s nagging ass would only bring my stress levels up. I was already mad at Karrueche for being on some dumb shit and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with ditzy Dora.
“Man, go on with that shit.” I waved her off before walking away.
“I am not going to keep putting up with this shit,” she threatened.
“Then don’t! You keep saying the same shit but you’re still here. You aren’t on a leash, I’m not forcing you to be here.”
“What happened to the promises of you being there for us? ” She cried, causing me to roll my eyes.
Instead of me being sensitive towards her tears, I was annoyed. I felt emotionally disconnected to her baby and it was making me believe that it wasn’t mine. I wanted to write her ass off and tell her to kick rocks, but I needed to know for sure. I would feel like shit if I did her ass dirty and she was really pregnant with my jit.
“Chill the fuck out before you stress the baby out,” I said walking away from her.
I made my way outside by the pool area with a cup of Crown and a blunt. My mind was fucked up behind the stunt Karrueche ass decided to pull. Her fucking with Dale didn’t bother me too much because that nigga was bake chicken. She held no emotion for him; he was just a seat filler until I was able to wrap my situation up. Now with Geek there was love there. They shared a baby and history. I was by far an insecure nigga, but I wasn’t trying to compete with history.
The fact that Karrueche didn’t set herself on a high pedestal pissed me off. Karrueche was
the type of queen worthy of a king, but she kept fucking around with jokers. These busted ass niggas didn’t have what it takes to handle a woman like Karrueche and it pissed me off that she was wasting time with their asses. I know I sounded selfish as fuck, but I wasn’t about to allow my soul mate to get tossed around like a ball in a game of catch.
* * *
Since gaining a seat at the Mob table we were now making boss moves. Somehow, Journi was able to pull off us taking over the drug portion of the mob, quadrupling our money. We were already seeing cake taking over the empire Stacks built, but with the expansion, we were banking. I mean we were seeing enough dough to have us living for a few lifetimes.
“It’s almost ready,” the contractor said showing me the beach home I was having remodeled on my own private island that I just purchased.
Since I was seeing money like a boss, I figured it was time to start living like one. My mother made good money as a chiropractor so I decided to allow her to open her practice just so she could put everything in her name and have the income to back it up. My mother wasn’t allowed to physically work, but I allowed her to run her practice her way.
“When do you think it’ll be done?” I asked looking around my unfinished home.
“In about two more months,” he estimated.
“I need this shit done ASAP!” I snapped. “I am about to stop payment until you finish this shit.”
“I understand Ezra, it will get done,” he assured me.
As I looked around the place, I envisioned Karrueche and I raising our children here. We were surrounded by luxury and I knew my seeds would be spoiled rotten. I imagined what life would be like if Karrueche was pregnant instead of Tangi. I would have been waiting on her little ass on hand and foot if I busted a jit in her. Karrueche was my heart and I was so in love with her, that it pissed me the fuck off when she acted like she didn’t know what was up. I may have snapped on her ass the other day, but I still had plans on being with her. That was why I was having our dream home remodeled the same way she imagined her dream home would be.
After making sure the contractor had everything on point. I stopped by the lab to pay Geek’s bitch ass a visit. My niggas from Nigeria have been telling me that he has been putting all the work off on them while he sat back and chilled. His dumb ass didn’t even know he was training his replacement. They had majority of the formulas down pat and once he taught them the new one that he had just cooked up, it was a done deal for him.
“Man I had Karrueche moaning and shit.” I walked in on him telling his brother. He acknowledged my presence, but continued with his conversation. “I had her begging a nigga for the dick and all. I had to put little mama on pause and let her see what she was missing. The next time though, I’m going to bury my dick deep in her pussy then pop another baby in that shit.” He smirked.
WHAM!
I punched him in the mouth, causing blood to fly out.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
I went in on his ass as if I was Apollo Creed boxing Rocky. He tried to keep up with me by shooting me a few jabs, but I was eating those little soft punches up. The fact that he was in here talking mad shit about my future wife had my ass on ten. If it wasn’t for Zimda, one of my African workers stepping in, I would have ended his life with my bare hands.
“Remember we need him to show us the formula, and then you can kill him,” Zimda whispered in my ears.
“Fuck nigga,” I said spitting at Geek’s feet. I looked over at Tommy to see if he had any beef he wanted me to cook up real quick, but he just sat by his brother side. I had no idea where Stacks got these weak ass twins from looking like dumb and dumber.
“Get the fuck out of my lab!” I barked, pulling my gun out. The more I looked at Geek’s pathetic ass, the angrier I got. I wanted to end his life so bad, but I was a business man first.
I watched Tommy carry Geek’s battered body out the lab before locking up.
“I need you guys to hurry up with learning all that you can. I want your formulas to be perfect because this nigga’s time is limited. Don’t make me regret bringing you all to the States,” I barked.
“Yes boss,” they replied in union.
I was tired as fuck from ripping and running all day, but I still had to check in with Stacks to bring him his money. Noticing the blood stains that were all over my body, I decided to go to my mother’s house to shower. I wasn’t up for hearing Tangi whining and shit so I avoided going to that apartment as much as possible.
When I opened the door, laughter filled the air. Hearing Karrueche’s voice caused a nigga’s heart to skip a few beats. I had it bad fucking around with her little ass and she just didn’t know it. I walked in the kitchen, where the voices were coming from to see my mother and Karrueche sitting at the table. They each had a plate of peach cobbler and ice cream in front of them.
“Damn ma, you couldn’t invite me over for dessert,” I said causing them to look up at me.
“You are the one that doesn’t know how to make your way home,” she replied, rolling her eyes.
“My Nubian queen, chill out,” I said kissing her on the cheek.
Karrueche excused herself as she went to the bathroom, leaving me and my mother alone. She was wearing a biker t-shirt and some shorts that kept riding up her ass with every step she took. I was ready to go back there and knock fire from her ass out for coming out of the house like that before my mother said something, causing me to revert my attention back to her.
“Why is there blood on your clothes?” She asked.
“I don’t know, I didn’t even see it until you mentioned it,” I lied.
“Ezra be careful.” She warned. “You will soon have a baby that you have to be there for,” she said.
“I hear you ma.” I waved her off.
“She’s been picking up some weight; her clothes can barely fit her,” my mother said, talking about Karrueche.
“That’s because you have been feeding her real good while I starve,” I joked.
“That’s my grandchild, she’s carrying.” She winked.
“You and your superstitions.” I laughed, making my way to the back.
I knocked on the bathroom door, before letting myself in.
“I didn’t say come in.” She cut her eyes at me before reaching down to wash her hands.
“Why are you walking out the house, dressed in those little ass shorts?” I asked, pulling her close to me. I used both of my hands to grip her ass, noticing how wide her hips were spreading.
“My shorts are not even that short,” she replied, tugging them down.
“If you got to pull your shorts out your ass every time you walk then they are too short,” I replied.
For a minute, we just stood there in each other arms in silence. This shit felt so natural like this was where she was supposed to be. My heart beat matched hers as we stood in the bathroom, each in our own thoughts.
“Come take a shower with me,” I said.
“No, your mom is down the hall.”
“I have a bathroom in my room, so come on,” I said while dragging her to the back of the house where my room was located.
When we made it to my room we were hit with the scent of fresh laundry. I haven’t been here in a few days. My mother held it down and made sure everything stayed spotless and sanitized. I locked my room door before pulling her into my massive bathroom. Reliving her of every article of clothing, I discarded my clothes and we both entered the steamy shower.
“You got something you want to tell me?” I asked placing the jumbo shower cap over her hair.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Are you pregnant?”
“No,” she quickly replied.
“When was the last time you had a period?”
“A few months ago, but after the baby they haven’t been regular,” she responded.
“Your hips are spreading and that ass is getting fatter. Your breasts ar
e heavy too,” I said, grabbing one of her nipples and placing it in my mouth.
“Mmm,” she moaned, pulling my head deeper into her breast.
“You miss daddy huh?” I smirked, slipping my hands between her legs.
When she didn’t reply, I removed my hands from her hot box and started lathering my body up. She looked at me as if she wanted to kill me for stopping the pleasure I was giving her. Until she confessed with her tongue that she missed me, her horny ass was just going to have to stand there huffing and puffing.
I used the rag and ran it along my dick, which now was stiff and standing at attention. I caught her looking at the beast with lust dripping from her eyes. She missed daddy’s dick just as much as I missed daddy’s pussy. Rinsing my body off, I grabbed a different rag and started using it to wash her body off. I made sure to pay extra attention to her sensitive areas.
“Did you miss me?” I asked while palming her ass.
“Yes,” she whimpered, as I used the tip of my dick to tickle her clit.
“How much did you miss daddy?” I asked.
“Sooooooooooo much,” she moaned.
“Are you going to stop playing and be a good girl for daddy?”
“Yessssssssssssssssss!!” She hissed.
“Oh daddy!” she cried out.
Removing the shower cap from her head, I pushed her against the shower wall and shoved my dick up her.
“Uhhhhhhhh,” I groaned, feeling her tightness gripping my dick.
Her pussy was so wet and warm, that I could feel myself on the verge of cumming just by being inside of her. Taking a second to gain my composure, I started rocking my hips in and out of her causing her to scream out in pleasure. Good thing my area was in the far back of the house because the way she was screaming and going wild on the dick my mother would have heard her. I vigorously pumped in and out of her, flexing my stomach muscles with each thrust. The deeper I thrusts my dick in her, the wetter her pussy got.
“On God if I catch you fucking with any nigga, I’m fucking you up! You hear me?” I asked lightly wrapping my hand around her throat. “This is my fucking pussy,” I groaned still fucking her while I choked her.
