I loved fucking Wonder, and missed sleeping with a man who cared about me. Vigo, these days, only humped me feverishly until he came, and the last time that happened was eight months ago. Our sex life used to be great though, and was part of the reason I’d stuck with his drunkard ass.
“Shit.” Wonder looked between my legs. My pussy was already glistening. It was probably because I’d been leaking just from the feel of his hand groping my thigh earlier.
Dropping down to the laminate flooring, Wonder placed my thighs on his shoulders and began to feast between my legs.
“Savian,” I whimpered, gripping his dreads in my hand. His head game was off the charts, and the fact that what we were doing was a secret kind of made it better, even though I couldn’t wait for him to leave Carla so I could bounce on Vigo. “Ohh fuck,” I cried, winding my hips into his mouth.
Just as I came, I heard the sound of something heavy drop nearby. Opening my eyes, I spotted Carla in the doorway and her purse was now sitting on the computer desk.
“Oh my gosh!” I jumped, pushing Wonder’s head from between my legs, and snatching my tights and panties up.
When Carla began laughing, I didn’t know whether to be confused or scared, so I just glanced at Wonder who was coolly rising to his feet.
“Calm down, girl, it is not that serious,” Carla finally responded, picking up some of the mail and sifting through it.
I yanked my panties up and then my tights, before looking at Wonder with furrowed brows.
“What the hell is this?” I barked at him.
“What it is, is that you think what you’re doing with my husband is a secret, but it’s really not. But don’t let me stop the party, you sounded like you were enjoying yourself.” Carla left the room giggling.
“What the hell is she talking about?” I was panting heavily, feeling like a damn fool.
This whole time Wonder had been telling me he was going to leave his wife when he figured out how. He told me he couldn’t at the moment, because if she found out he had a mistress, she would take everything, and it would make their business venture look bad.
See, they had this workout empire going, with workout clothes, workout accessories, and even an OnDemand program to watch. I got that he needed to look happy and married with his wife to keep the brand alive, so I understood his wanting to be careful when it came to splitting from her. But if she knew, then what was the problem?
“Aight, V, look. I said—”
“Nigga, you told me she would take you for everything and things in the empire would be ruined if she found out about me! So what the fuck? Have you just been lying to me because you don’t want me!”
“Let me fucking talk, Virginia! Yes, I wanna be with yo’ ass, but I have to think about my fucking brand! I knew if I just told yo’ ass I needed to stay married to her for our business, you wouldn’t understand that, so I needed to add extras.”
Plopping down onto the couch, I said, “So this whole time, … she’s been knowing that I was fucking you? Every time I’ve been in her face discussing business, she knew. What are you guys, laughing at me?”
“What? Ain’t nobody fucking laughing!” He exhaled to calm his nerves. “V, baby, when we first started this shit, it was a secret. I wasn’t happy, and she wasn’t happy, and since I liked you, I came onto you. She found out, but she said she was cool with it as long as we stayed married for the brand because part of our success is us being this picture perfect married couple. I agreed to that.”
“This is sick! Y’all are fucking weird, and I am not dealing with this. Nope!” I stood up and grabbed my purse.
“Oh, so you gon’ be back with that drunk ass bitch you got back at home?” Wonder raised a brow.
“You don’t worry about it. You worry about your wife, your brand, and y’all’s sick ass agreement.”
The thought of Carla knowing was embarrassing to say the least. I was actually walking around here like it was some secret, and the entire time, she knew. I just kept imagining them in bed at night, laughing their asses off, with him telling her things I did in bed. I had never in my life been a part of some shit like this. I never ever saw myself as some married man’s mistress, let alone one that his wife knew about.
“Then yo’ ass is fired.” Wonder broke me from my thoughts, and broke my stride to the door.
“What? Why the hell am I fired? I worked for you before we became intimate, so my job should still stand.”
“Well it doesn’t. You want out of this, then you can get out of all of this shit.” He used his pointer finger to draw an imaginary horizontal circle.
Sometimes Wonder could be cocky and egotistical, which was a turn off. If he didn’t get his way, he would go overboard to make sure whomever prevented him from getting his way, suffered. He thought he was the shit, just because of who he deejayed for.
“Savian, you know I need this job to pay my bills. Do not do this because of a breakup.”
“It’s already done. You can go.”
“Whatever, nigga. Just remember, you’re Ricky AK’s deejay, not Ricky AK.”
“Get yo’ stupid ass out!” he roared. I knew that shit would piss him off.
“Gladly,” I smiled.
“Aight, wait, baby,” he called after me. A smirk spread across my face as I turned on my heels to face him. “You can keep ya job.”
“I don’t want it, fuck you.”
“What do you want from me?”
“File for divorce.” I quickly left out.
Once I got outside in my car, I wiped the smile off of my face and began to sob. How did I lose my man and my job in one damn night?
Chapter Nine: Micah
The next night …
The whole Head Honcho crew had done some photo shoot for a magazine, so afterwards, we all went to my crib to play some cards in the basement. I liked the times when all six of us could get along like the old days when this shit first started. Over time, niggas started beefing over dumb shit. Once Ricky, Qamar, and myself started to become uber-successful, Flow and Butch started to be on some slick hater shit.
None of their shit was direct because they knew better, but the comments they made in interviews and shit made it obvious that they were salty as hell. That shit eventually created a divide between the niggas who were getting money and the muthafuckas who were still trying. Automatic was starting to gain traction now, so of course Butch and Flow didn’t like to fuck with him too much anymore either. I just hoped tonight ran smoothly, because the room was full of a bunch of niggas who wouldn’t hesitate to fight the other; excluding Butch. That nigga never wanted to actually throw hands, he just liked to bark but never bite.
“Nigga, run me my damn money.” Butch smiled, happy his ass had won. Qamar sucked his teeth and threw the cash at him, making the rest of us chuckle.
“What’s up with you and that pretty girl that you had up in the studio the other day?” Flow inquired, looking at me.
“Why, nigga?” Ricky interjected, saying exactly what I was thinking. “Ain’t like y’all close homies or some shit.”
“I was just making conversation. Bruh.” Flow smacked his lips.
“That ain’t really a conversation I think you and I should be having, my nigga. This is just a game of cards, it ain’t like we cool enough for the shit you asking,” I backed Ricky up.
“Maybe I’m trying to change that,” Flow replied.
“You don’t ask another muthafucka about a bitch he’s fucking unless y’all are cool. You ask me about Draylah, and I’ll beat yo’ ass right now. That’s just an unspoken rule of the game,” Ricky said. “Shit, asking about my bitch makes me think you tryna fuck her, and I don’t deal too well with shit like that.” Ricky fake smiled, making Qamar laugh at him before dapping him up in agreement. “You need to be worried about the fact that the only pussy you can get right now is underage, bruh.”
Flow didn’t respond because he knew what Ricky was saying was facts. Fuck made that nigga think he could inquir
e about Kattlyn like shit was gravy between us? Plus, he clearly liked young pussy, so Kattlyn shouldn’t have been any of his concern.
We continued playing cards, and of course kept the conversation general. I was thankful that these niggas didn’t take shit further, because even though this was my basement, I had some nice shit down here. So whatever nigga broke something of mine was gon’ have two fights on his hands.
“Y’all niggas is cheating, I’m convinced.” Qamar sighed as he pulled a mirror out, along with a bag of coke.
Now usually when Qamar did his shit, nobody even blinked, but ever since his heart attack and the whole shit he did with Bia, muthafuckas were side eyeing him. It was quiet as hell as everybody around the table looked Qamar’s way on the sly.
“Fuck you doing, bruh?” Ricky snatched the bag off the mirror, just as Qamar was about to open it.
“Nigga, give me my shit back! Fuck wrong with you!”
“You just had a heart attack, bruh,” Automatic spoke up.
“That was a onetime fucking thing, nigga. Mind yo’ damn business, aight?” Qamar hissed at Automatic, before turning his attention back to Ricky. “Give me my damn shit, Ricky! I took my damn medicine for the day, so I’m good!”
“Nigga, didn’t yo’ fucking doctors say that cocaine makes ya medicine inactive?” Ricky frowned, still holding the baggie inside of his balled fist.
“Worry about yo’ own shit!” Qamar stood up abruptly. “You act like I’m addicted to the shit! I just like enjoying myself!”
“Aww shit,” I mumbled.
“What, you trying to get down?” Ricky rose to his feet coolly. “You standing up like you ready to fight, nigga.”
“Bruh, if you don’t give me my shit back, I swear to God, I’ll whoop yo’ ass right now,” Qamar threatened, panting heavily and looking like a mad dog. I had never in my life seen this nigga react like this over some coke. He was definitely more dependent on it than before.
Smiling, Ricky walked over to the sink and turned the water on, signaling that he was about to empty the bag into the drain.
“Whoop my ass then, Q.”
“If you put my shit down that I drain, I’ll have you smoked, on everything I love, nigga.”
“You ain’t an addict, but you talking about having this nigga killed?” I frowned, standing up. Now I was worried.
Qamar ignored me, his eyes hard on Ricky. Ricky opened the baggie and dumped the shit into the sink. Before he could even turn the water off, Qamar darted his way, but I caught him in time.
“Get off me, bitch!” he barked at me, tossing and turning in my embrace in order to get away. Butch, Flow, and Automatic were standing up by this time, as Ricky stood there calmly.
“You sure ain’t acting like you’re not an addict,” Ricky said.
“Fuck you and yo’ mama, bitch! Heard that young bitch was a hoe back in the day before she got her ass murked!” Qamar hollered, and Ricky started towards him. It took Flow, Butch, and Automatic to hold him back from Qamar, who I was still holding. I knew some shit was gon’ pop off, but I didn’t expect it to be between Qamar and Ricky.
“Qamar, you doing too much,” I gritted as he continued to try and break free from me. “Ricky is just trying to help yo’ ass.”
We all held the two men back until they seemingly calmed down. I let Qamar go first.
“Ugghhhh!” Qamar growled, tossing the table we’d been playing cards on over. “Just for that, Ricky, I’m gon’ have the homies run up in yo’ girl’s shop and rape that bitch until that baby in her is dead!”
Before anybody could process Qamar’s words, Ricky had outrun and shook us all like he was Odell Beckham Jr., getting to Qamar at a lightning speed. The two of them started going at it, bumping into shit and pissing me off. I wanted to say something, but I would have whooped Qamar’s ass too. That nigga stayed doing the most, then always wanted to come crawling back like shit was hunky dory. However, he’d never gone as far as to mention someone’s dead mother or having a baby mama raped.
“Ricky, you gon’ kill that nigga!” Automatic shouted, rushing over to hopefully pull Ricky back.
Qamar had been holding his own for about two seconds, but Ricky’s anger eclipsed his, so he was now getting his shit rocked and badly.
“Get the fuck off me!” Ricky barked to us, when we started pulling on him. I’d never in my life seen him so damn angry, but I wasn’t surprised. “I swear to God if my girl so much as trips on some shit, I’m murdering you, bitch!” Ricky threatened, using all the bass in his voice, before snatching from Butch and Automatic then leaving.
Once Ricky was gone, Flow tried to help Qamar up, but he yanked from him before stumbling. It was then I saw the nigga had peed all over himself. I wasn’t surprised though, because Ricky was giving it to that nigga. Qamar wiped his nose since it was bloody as hell, but it did nothing to clean it up. Limping over to the sink, he scanned it, looking for any remnants of what was just poured down it. He’d taken his medicine and he wasn’t high obviously, so this was regular ass Qamar at the moment.
“Aye, uh …” He looked in the mirror to examine his injuries, which were a lot; blood was literally covering the bottom half of his face. Ricky had a busted lip, but Qamar had obviously lost. “Make sure that nigga is gone.” Qamar looked to me.
Exhaling heavily, I went upstairs to my first floor and all the way outside my crib. When I saw Ricky’s car was gone, I returned to the basement to let Qamar know.
“Oh, wait, he lied! Here that nigga Ricky come!” Butch yelled, prompting Qamar to dart off into the side bathroom and slam the door shut.
I didn’t want to, but me and the rest of them niggas doubled over in laughter seeing Qamar’s big ass running like a bitch. When Qamar heard us, he peeked out from the bathroom and sucked his teeth.
“Y’all some hoe ass niggas,” he hissed. Then without another word, he left my house. The game night was clearly over, so Flow, Butch, and Automatic left as well.
I sat in the basement just pondering for a moment, hating all this shit. I was hoping it all soon passed because I was just a muthafuckin’ rapper, not no damn referee to some big crazy ass niggas.
“Hey,” I heard a soft voice, and when I looked over, I saw Kattlyn. I’d forgotten that she was coming over tonight after some night class she’d signed up for. “What the hell happened?” She surveyed the basement as she walked further into it.
“Tried to chill with a bunch of off-kilter muthafuckas.” I chuckled breathily, even though I ain’t find shit funny. I picked one of the fallen chairs up so that she could sit down.
“Who the hell fought? Some lions?” she joked as she sat down, making me laugh.
“More like King Kong and a T-Rex, aka Ricky and Qamar respectively.”
She burst into laughter at my references.
“Damn, I always miss the good stuff.” She snapped her fingers. “So how are you? I know you don’t like being around that type of stuff.”
“I mean, them niggas have fought before. Shit, Ricky and I have fought before; me and Qamar too. But Qamar was saying some shit, and I don’t know if Ricky gon’ ever fuck with him again.”
“He will, they’re like brothers.”
I gave Kattlyn a look and said, “Baby, if you heard what this nigga was saying, and know Ricky AK like I do, then you wouldn’t be saying that.” It was quiet for a moment, as I reached over and grabbed her hand to kiss it. “You always look so damn pretty. I think I’m attracted to females who stay fixed up.”
“Oh yeah?” She smiled sexily.
“Yeah, like you keep ya shit together at all times. I’m attracted to that shit more than looks honestly. I’ll date an ugly bitch who keeps herself up before a pretty bitch who looks like a bum. I don’t know why I’m like that.”
“Well, what category do I fall under?” Kattlyn stood up and did a turn. The way her ass and legs looked in that skirt should have been a damn crime. I couldn’t even be mad about her robbing me just after look
ing at her.
I stood up as well and turned her to face me, before dipping my tongue into her mouth. We kissed heavily as hell, and only broke it so I could get her shirt off. She had on no bra, so I immediately went to sucking her nipples, while backing her into the sink. Once she couldn’t go any further, I squatted down and roughly pushed her skirt up to see she didn’t have any panties on.
“You are so fucking sexy to me. Even the shit you do,” I whispered, before putting one of her sexy thighs over my shoulder.
I buried my face between her legs and began to suck on her clit, putting my all into it. Her pussy began dripping in no time, and when she came, I just continued.
“Micah,” she cried, caressing my fresh fade as I ate her pussy like Thanksgiving dinner.
The feeling of her juices pouring down my chin had me on one, as I lapped that shit up like a thirsty muthafucka at a water well. She released again, so I stood up, just for her to drop down and release my dick. I pushed her soft hair back as she swirled her tongue around the tip, and then down my shaft. Before I knew it, she was deep throating my dick, which had me amazed like fuck.
“Oh shit, hold up,” I commented as she slurped my dick like a professional. I had never in my life gotten some head like this. She could rob me any fucking time she wanted to. “Baby, got damn,” I panted, liking how she had no gag reflex. “You need to be getting paid for this shit.” I frowned as she damn near yanked the nut out of me with her throat muscles.
I had to abruptly back away before I suffocated her ass with all the nut that she was pulling out of me. Turning her around, I bent her over the aluminum sink, and rolled a condom down after ripping it open. I couldn’t get inside of her fast enough, and when I did, I had to let my mind wander to something else in order to prevent myself from busting. Once I felt like I was good, I picked up my pace and began slamming the pussy hard.
“Mmm.” Kattlyn’s voice shook as I mercilessly pounded her from behind.
Gripping her shoulder, I went harder, making her cream on me in no time. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, and even though I was disappointed in my stamina tonight, I had to let it go.
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