“Fuck you doing?” Ricky had finally woken up, I guess from hearing me pack. He was a light sleeper, because of him always being on alert.
Chapter Two: Ricky AK
To be honest, watching Draylah shove her shit into a suitcase while crying quietly had a nigga on edge. I could already tell that some shit had gone wrong, and it was some shit that I’d done. A part of me wondered if it was that shit with that groupie bitch and the abortion, but how the fuck would she know? I deleted the fucking voicemail I left, so I don’t even see how she’d find out.
“Draylah! Draylah!”
CRASH!
Without saying a word, Draylah had grabbed the lamp off the table near her and hocked it in my direction. The shit shattered, and I covered my head and face as the remains showered over me. She resumed packing like her psycho ass just didn’t toss a lamp my way, as I examined my cut hand.
“Draylah, what the fuck are you doing!” I inquired again as I got off the bed. By this time, she had zipped her shit up, and was slipping into some tights. “Aye, I know you fucking hear me!” I shouted as I snatched her little ass up. Seeing the tears in her eyes halted the next sentence that I’d planned to say. “Baby—”
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Before I could even finish my fucking sentence, Draylah was swinging on me. She landed a couple of her punches, and I admit the one to the nose had some power behind it. I had to quickly restrain her ass because in a minute, I was gon’ say fuck it and square the fuck up too.
“When were you gonna tell me about your baby?” she growled.
“What fucking baby? I don’t have no damn babies!” I played dumb. But shit, I didn’t have no muthafuckin’ kids.
She chuckled through the tears before snatching from me and saying, “Let me show you.”
Groaning, I followed her to the big ass bathroom and just shook my head when I saw her eyes on her phone. She was moving shit around, so I already knew she was queuing up that damn voicemail that had somehow gotten back onto her fucking phone. When the ill-fated voicemail started to play, I slowly neared Draylah and took her phone to stop it.
“Look, let me explain to you—” I stopped talking when the pregnancy test on the counter caught my eye. Grabbing it, I asked, “You pregnant, baby?”
“Don’t worry about all that nigga, explain yourself. We’re done, but I’m actually interested to hear what the fuck you have to say.” She sniffled and half smiled.
My mind was still parked on the fact that she was pregnant by me though. I was actually happy about the shit, especially since she thought she was leaving. My dick came through for a nigga, making me want to smile a little, but I knew it wasn’t the right time.
“I met that bitch at the club one night, and I fucked her along with some other groupie. Yeah, I was fucking with you, but we weren’t even like that. And ain’t no way her baby was mine.”
“That’s all you have to say?” She chuckled out of anger, brow raised. “So what you’re saying is that, what you did was okay because I was just a fuck buddy at the time?”
“Exactly. Aye, wait, wait, wait!” I grabbed Draylah up when she tried to storm past me. “Fuck you want, me to lie? When I fucked that bitch, you wasn’t my girl!”
“Oh, but you felt comfortable enough to tell me you’d kill me if I fucked someone else, but all I was, was a fuck buddy. Right?”
“I mean, you make the shit sound extra bad, but yeah, I guess. I knew I didn’t wanna share ya pussy once I got in, so I put the law down. On the bright side, Dray, the baby is no longer, was never mine, and like I said, … technically, I didn’t cheat.”
“So did you know Justice was Lue’s baby mama? And I am willing to bet my ex best friend was with her when y’all met!”
“What?” My heart started to beat rapidly as fuck.
I was hoping Draylah was just fucking with me right now. In the past, I’d fucked plenty of my hoes’ enemies, friends, you name it, and didn’t give a fuck about it. But I actually gave a fuck about and loved baby girl in front of me, and I knew something like that would be a deal breaker for her. Unfortunately though, I wasn’t a nigga you broke up with. Either we together for life or we were together forever; yeah, you read that shit right. I’d never had a for real girlfriend, and I didn’t give a fuck about what other niggas did. Me, I wasn’t letting no muthafucka leave me, particularly not one who I loved as much as Draylah.
“Glory, my ex best friend that betrayed me by hiding Lue’s secret. And the bitch she kept a secret? Yeah, that was her voice on the voicemail. So you fucked her raw and—”
“I didn’t fuck that hoe raw. I ain’t fucked a bitch raw, other than you, in over a year, so cut that bullshit out right now. I wore a fucking condom, and even pulled out when I was about to bust, and let it out on the other bitch’s face.”
“Oh my fucking gosh! Why would you tell me that!”
“Don’t be fucking yelling at me! You up here accusing me of fucking that funky bitch raw, so I had to let yo’ ass know! But now I’m wondering if she came for me on purpose. I’m gon’ smoke that bitch.”
“You are crazy! And I want nothing to do with you, Frederick. You hear me?” Draylah’s beautiful face balled up, but I remained calm as I went to sit down on the bed. “Hello!” she shouted as her confused eyes followed me.
“Hi, muthafucka. Now come lay down so we can go to sleep. We got a long ass drive tomorrow to South Carolina.” I checked my sore ass nose for blood and then my hand. She had fucked my ass up low-key.
“Ricky.” She exhaled and then massaged the bridge of her nose. “I am not continuing this little tour with you.” She grabbed her suitcase, yanked the handle upward and started rolling towards the door, so I hopped up.
I pushed her luggage to the floor, causing the handle to slip from her hand, and then I hugged her body from behind to kiss on her neck.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I swear to God, even though I wasn’t ya man at the time, I would have never fucked her if I knew who she was.”
Light sniffles escaped her as she palmed her drenched face. My hand brushed up under her shirt to rub her flat stomach, thinking about how she had my baby in there.
“You sounded like a maniac on that recording.” She sobbed hysterically.
I turned her to face me and then pinned her body to the wall. Gripping the sides of her face, I tilted it backwards and kissed her wet lips a couple times.
“Draylah, I was angry as fuck because she was bothering me about the shit after I warned her dumb ass. And I didn’t want her bullshit ass lies to come between what we had, like it is right now. The way I am with you is new as fuck for a nigga; you know that. Every muthafucka don’t get that special treatment, and I don’t give a fuck who they are. But like I’ve told yo’ ass time and time again, I would never do you like that. I love you, don’t you believe that shit?” I frowned, hoping she did.
I wasn’t the type to tell a female I loved them for the hell of it. Shit, I never told any woman those three fucking words, unless you count my grandmother. For over two decades, I grew up not giving a fuck, and right now I didn’t give a fuck still. Only thing I cared about was Draylah, grams, and now this baby in her belly. I damn sure didn’t give a fuck about some female lying on me about being pregnant when I know for a fact I was careful.
“Ricky—”
“Draylah, this is me. I’m a muthafucka who doesn’t give a shit about a lot of fucking things, especially a hoe’s feelings; anybody’s feelings for that matter.”
Draylah began shaking her head, while looking off as the tears flowed freely down her caramel cheeks. Scooping her up, I carried her to the to the extra bed since the other had lamp pieces all in it, and laid her down. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she just cried and hard. I could barely even watch her ass because she had me feeling like a fucking monster. I hated to think that she was afraid of a nigga, because that was the last thing I needed from her. I wanted her to see me as somebody that loved her ass and protected her,
not some muthafucka that would fuck her up or over.
“Draylah,” I spoke lowly as I laid behind her. She said nothing as her body lightly jerked, while she covered her face.
“I’m so tired,” she finally whimpered as I hugged her body into mine. Fuck. She didn’t need to explain herself; I knew exactly what she meant and that shit killed me. “I love you and I don’t want to anymore,” she added through tears. “I think I’ve loved you ever since I laid eyes on you, and I feel so fucking stupid knowing you didn’t think I was special at all.”
“Aye.” I turned her onto her back. “If I didn’t think yo’ ass was special in any kind of fucking way, I wouldn’t have threatened you about giving the pussy up. From the first time we talked, I knew you weren’t like the rest of these bitches, but me being me, I wasn’t about to just hop on the shit. Eventually, I got the shit right though, Draylah. Don’t let this bullshit come between us, because it ain’t worth it. And don’t ever in yo’ fucking life say you ain’t special to me.”
That shit had pissed me off, but I was trying to stay calm. I’d done the most shit I ever had to make sure that I wasn’t like the last nigga, even though the normal me was worse. I loved Draylah though, and forced myself to grow the fuck up if I wanted to keep her. No muthafuckin’ way would I do that shit for some regular basic female on the streets.
“I can’t do this, Ricky. I can’t.”
“Yeah you can. And you will. I can’t let you leave me, Dray. I apologize.” Her eyes searched mine, as if she was trying to see if I was serious. I was dead fucking serious. She wasn’t going nowhere.
Shaking her head, she shoved my face back slowly while wearing a scowl. When we regained eye contact, she slapped the shit out of me. I guess her fucking me up a minute ago wasn’t enough. I was sure my nose was broken.
I remained stoic, looking down into her pretty face in the dark room. She rolled her eyes and then turned her back to me again, so I just hugged her into me tightly as fuck. I kissed the nape of her neck a few times, and then slipped my hand back under her shirt to caress her stomach.
Still kissing on her, I pushed her tights and panties downward, while holding her small wrists in one hand. Once they were down far enough, I put her onto her back, still pinning her wrists with one hand, as I yanked her panties and tights off with the other. I got in between her legs and kissed all over her collarbone, as she whimpered and tried to free her wrists from my grasp. Trailing my lips down her body, I was forced to let her hands go as my mouth neared her pussy. I kissed it passionately, then placed her thighs on my shoulders as she pushed my head away.
“Move, Ricky,” she cried, crawling up the bed. But my mouth was latched tightly onto her pussy, so I just followed.
She was backed against the headboard, so I attacked her pussy feverishly since she couldn’t move away any fucking more. Her soft moans and whimpers had my dick hard, so once she came, I quickly released it. She attempted to roll away but wasn’t quick enough due to that nut I brought her to, so I forced her onto her back roughly and got between her legs while holding her wrists to the bed. I was so hard that my dick guided him fucking self inside of her tight walls, and all I had to do was apply pressure to stretch her.
Staring down into her eyes, I slowly stroked her pussy, loving how snug and wet that shit was.
“You ain’t going no fucking where, Draylah.” I sped up, pounding her pussy hard until she came heavily.
I let her wrists go since she seemed to have stopped resisting.
WHAM!
She slapped the shit out of a nigga again, but I just laughed, making confusion spread across her face as I continued to slide in and out of her slowly.
Slamming her wrists to the bed to restrain them once again, I gritted, “Get all that fucking anger out, but you ain’t going nowhere.” I beat her pussy up as I spoke into her ear, overjoyed at how much I had her mad ass cumming.
“No, I h—ha—te ahhh … you!” she whimpered, as I fucked the shit out of her while holding her wrists above her head and to the bed.
“You hate me?” I bit down on her shoulder making her cry out and jerk from releasing. “Ya pussy loves me. I love you. And you got my baby in you.”
“Mmmm.” She sniveled into my mouth as I started to suck on her lips.
In no time, I was busting so long and hard that if she weren’t pregnant already, she would be now for sure.
She tried to push me off of her once I let her hands go, so I just pinned them back above her head and forced a nasty tongue kiss on her.
Chapter Two: Micah “MG” Gaines
The next day…
I’d been trying like fuck to forget about that little bitch Kattlyn that fucking robbed me. Yeah, all she got was chump change, but it was the principle. That bitch played me and she got me good too. I was pretty sure she’d done that shit to a bunch of niggas, but the difference was when I found that hoe, I was gon’ knock her fucking head off her shoulders. I usually had a soft spot for females, but Kattlyn was a whole nigga in my eyes, despite her having one of the best pussies I’d ever encountered.
I’d hit Ricky’s lovesick ass up to see about where that bitch had gone, but his nosey ass was asking too many questions that I didn’t wanna answer. I knew if I told him that old girl robbed me, he’d be on my head and would most likely tell Qamar’s hating ass. And I was already two seconds from knocking the shit out of that nigga.
I was laid back in my den smoking a blunt, when I heard my front door open and close from afar. I then heard a bunch of rapid footsteps, so I knew it was my son on his way in here. That also meant Isla’s ass was here, and even though I’d told myself I was gon’ work on getting her back, I hadn’t been. Yeah, I loved her, but a nigga was low-key tired of the bullshit, and a part of me knew I would never be able to trust her, and we’d both be miserable forever. But damn, shit wasn’t that easy to give up on.
“Daddy!” Michael jumped onto the couch.
“Aye, take ya shoes off, man,” I told him. He knew better than to hop his little ass up on my shit with them shoes.
“Sorry.” He laughed as he and I removed them together. Once we finished, I scooped him up and placed him in my lap.
“How you doing, man? I missed you,” I smiled.
“I missed you too. I need another toy.” He looked me dead in the eyes, making me laugh. Little nigga was a hustler. I had faith he’d come up on his own just like I had to.
“Hello to you too,” Isla spoke, walking over to me in a dress that clung to her body like a latex glove. She sat down next to us on the couch. “Did you forget you had a son and girlfriend, Micah?”
“How the fuck would I forget two whole people, Isla?” I glanced her way and she rolled her eyes as she shook her head.
“I haven’t heard from you since the night of the club, so excuse me if I thought you fell off the face of the earth or something.”
“I was busy, and I had to go out of town for a few business meetings. I told you that.” I placed Michael to his feet, and he darted out to most likely go play in his room. “Thank you for bringing him by though. I planned to come through to ya mom’s place tomorrow for him.”
“Just for him?” She raised her brow.
Sucking my teeth, I exhaled heavily and dropped my head into my hands. I looked off for a moment, and I felt Isla’s small hand on my bare back, rubbing.
“Aye, look, maybe we should take a little break. It’s obvious that neither one of us is happy right now, and I hate being on yo’ fucking bumper just as much as you hate me being on it.”
Shaking her head, Isla replied, “I understand why you act the way you do, baby, but I think I’ve proven to you time and time again that I haven’t done anything. I am happy with you. Yes, you piss me off at times, but I love you.”
I stared off for a moment, forearms draped over my knees as I processed her words. I didn’t know what the fuck to think. Yeah, I loved the fuck out of baby girl, but this shit right here couldn’t be right.
“Nah, Isla, I think—”
“And I’m pregnant, Micah.”
“You what?” I snapped my neck to look her way with the deepest fucking frown in my face.
“I’m pregnant. Don’t look at me like you haven’t been fucking me, nigga. In the midst of all of this shit, we definitely find time enough to fuck.”
“You sure it’s mine?”
The look that spread across Isla’s face was priceless, but I had to ask. I just wasn’t the type of nigga to hide my fucking feelings. If I felt like some shit was one way, I was gon’ say it. I cared nothing about what muthafuckas thought of me and my ways. I’d been like that all my damn life, and I wasn’t gon’ change. So yeah, I loved Isla, and if she was pregnant, I damn sure wanted it to be mine, but I was gon’ be sure.
“Are you serious?” Tears welled up in her eyes. My face remained expressionless as I waited for her answer. Them tears wouldn’t mean shit to me until I heard what needed to be said. “Yes, it’s your fucking baby!”
“Aight, just making sure.”
“You got some nerve asking me about if a baby is yours when you got with some bitch from the club and took her to a hotel.”
Shrugging, I replied, “We were broken up.”
“So that means I could have fucked another nigga then, during this short ass break?”
“Yeah, you could have, but you better not have, mainly because you’re carrying my kid.”
Declining to respond, she just shook her head and looked off for a couple minutes as I downed a bottle of water.
“So what are we now? Are we back together? Michael asks about you way too much, and I miss you too.”
Grabbing her arm, I lightly pulled her over into my lap. Isla was looking good as fuck to me right now, like she always did. That was something I loved about my girl; she kept herself up, no matter what.
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