My Baby Is a West Coast King

by Shvonne Latrice

  But see, Cardio and I still had some problems because he tried to play me by giving the label an incorrect phone number. I verified this shit at the meeting we had last week, but just told them I got a new number and Cardio didn’t know. I wasn’t about to snitch on his ass and possibly get him out of a deal, but that’s because I wasn’t a hater like him.

  Fortunately for me though, I was still able to meet with them and they had a couple artists of theirs lined up that I would be working with for few a nice hefty checks. If things went well, they would give me more and so on. I just wanted to make someone a number one hit, because that would catapult me.

  “What’s good, Mischief!” this dude from across the street yelled.

  “Sup!” I nodded my head up.

  “Aye, I laid down some lyrics the other day, you think I can get in the studio with you?”

  “You got the bread?”

  “Come on, man! We go way back! I just need a demo or something!”

  “Fuck outta here, man,” I grumbled, shaking my head and stepping onto the sidewalk as two pretty bitches walked by.

  “Hey, Mischief,” the one named Sekoyah waved. Sekoyah was bad as hell, and could give head better than some porn stars. Pussy was okay too.

  “Hey.” I quickly walked past them up Tenny’s walkway. As good as Sekoyah looked, I had shit to handle and no interest in doing my girl wrong again.

  “You wanna come through later?” Sekoyah called after me.

  “Got a girl now, baby,” I grinned, walking backwards.

  “What?” She threw her hand on her hip and frowned, so I just continued up to Tenny’s door.

  He’d texted me and told me it was open, so I just walked inside and followed the music. Tenny recorded his artists from home. His equipment was A1, and the records sounded like they came from a top-notch studio when he was finished, but I felt like letting all these randoms know where you laid yo’ head at was dangerous. I grew up around muthafuckas who were always trying to do the next nigga grimy, so maybe I was just paranoid.

  “Nice,” I walked into the room and dapped Tenny up. Cardio’s face said it all. “Let me talk to you for a minute, C.”

  “Yeah… aight.”

  Taking the headphones off, he walked out slowly and reached his hand out to me for some dap. I kept my arms folded as Tenny cut the beat off.

  “Why you try to play me?” I quizzed.

  “What? I would never try to—”

  “You gave the wrong number to Static Records.”

  “Man, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I gave them your right info. Now what they wrote down, I can’t control,” he chuckled.

  “Who you trying to make a fool out of, blood?” I got in his face, towering over him. He tensed up, but tried to remain stoic.

  “I told you I gave— aye, let me go!”

  I started dragging his ass through Tenny’s house until we were outside in the grass. I wanted to punch his ass in the room, but I knew all too well how much that equipment cost, and I didn’t want to fuck Tenny’s shit up over Cardio’s bitch ass.

  WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

  I delivered punch after punch on that fat ass nigga, making him drop to the ground. When he did, I began stomping his ass out.

  “You gon’ learn not to fuck with me!” I growled, punching, stomping, and just all around breaking my foot off in his rotund ass. “Y’all muthafuckas wanna play we can play!”

  “Aww shit! … What the fuck yo! … Get his ass, Mischief! … Look at this nigga! … Is he crying?” I heard people clamoring and hollering as they crowded around Tenny’s fence.

  Once I’d had enough, I pulled my gun from my waist and pressed it against Cardio’s temple.

  “Fuck with my money again and you’ll be wishing all I was doing was whooping yo’ ass,” I gritted, and then stood up to place my gun back into my waist. “Fuck out my way,” I hissed at some nigga watching with the crowd.

  “That nigga Mischief has always been crazy,” some bitch muttered.

  “He’s sexy as hell though, so I’d deal with it,” another replied as they laughed together.

  I hopped into my car feeling slightly relieved, and peeled off towards my crib where Laine was. She said she was on her way fifteen minutes ago, and I’d told her to just let herself in.

  Tonight was wild, but I was sure my baby girl could make it better.

  Laine

  Around fifteen minutes later…

  I woke up to Mischief kissing on my neck and climbing on top of me. I’d come to his apartment to see him, and ended up falling asleep in his bed since he wasn’t home yet. I smiled with my eyes still closed, feeling his lips grace my neck and collarbone, before they covered my mouth.

  “What the!” I jumped and looked down. His dick was so hard it poked the shit of me.

  Laughing, he said, “He misses you. You gon’ take care of him?”

  “Of course.” I straddled his lap, feeling his hard dick under me.

  Mischief’s hands went right up under my dress and began to tug on my underwear, while he sucked my neck. I was dripping with anticipation, and clearly, he was ready too because he just tore my underwear.

  Lifting me up slightly, he removed his monster and brought me down onto the tip. My voice trembled as I let out a soft moan, while he gripped my body and pressed me down. His dick filled me up completely, tearing me apart it seemed.

  “Got some good ass pussy, baby,” he groaned, leaning me back some and placing one of my legs over his shoulders.

  He sucked on my thigh as he held onto my waist, gliding me up and down his dick with precision. I felt him all throughout my body as his rod slammed into my center. My juices were dripping down, and the feeling caused Mischief to throw his head back in ecstasy.

  “Fuck, Laine.”

  He grasped my waist tighter and started pounding me feverishly, making me cry out and clutch onto his shirt. He hit my spot continuously until I was cumming all over him.

  “Ahhh, ahhh, oh my gosh!” I cried out, feeling another orgasm on the horizon.

  “Cum on your dick again, baby. Damn you wet as fuck.”

  He pounded me harder and harder, until I released again. He kept up his strokes until he was filling me up with his seeds.

  “You got a nigga busting inside of you 24/7, Laine. Damn,” he panted.

  I sat up so I could hug and kiss him, while his hands moved up and down my body. When he made it to my ass, he slapped and grabbed it while sucking my lips. He was still inside of me, so he chuckled when I somehow released again on him. Just his touch did something to me.

  “I love you so much, Shai. I didn’t think I would be able to find someone like you, that would be different from Tarik, but I have.”

  Suddenly, his face changed into that same expression I’d been seeing lately. The one where it looked like he wanted to tell me something, but wasn’t sure if he should or could.

  “Baby, I have to tell you something.” He lifted me off of his dick, and then placed me next to him.

  “Wait.”

  I rushed to the bathroom to get some towels, before cleaning him with one and then myself. After dropping them in the bathroom and washing my hands, I returned, fixing my t-shirt dress. He pulled me down into his lap, and locked his arms pretty tightly around me like he wanted to prevent me from moving.

  “A while back, I mean not that long ago but a couple weeks… a month and some change ago… I made a big mistake.”

  “A mistake?”

  “Yeah, I…”

  “Stop and tell me what kind of mistake you made,” I hissed when he tried to kiss me. I couldn’t even move out of his lap because he was too strong.

  “I fucked this hoe, Laine, but she don’t mean anything to me. Stop! Chill!” he yelled when I tried to get out of his lap, pushing hard at his chest which felt like a metal door.

  “Let me go, nigga, because I’m about to sock you in the fucking face, I swear!” my leg bounced rapidly as I tried to ho
ld back my tears. “Let me go!” I pushed on his hard, chiseled abs through his shirt.

  “Laine—”

  WHAM!

  I punched him in the nose, and even though blood dripped from it, he kept his hold on me, wearing a blank expression. What the fuck was he? A robot?

  “Laine, she was just a stripper bitch and I was high out of my damn mind. I love yo’ ass. I promise I won’t let nothing like this happen ever—”

  “Let me go, Shai, please,” I begged, realizing I couldn’t break loose from this big muthafucka.

  His phone suddenly chimed, and when I tried to reach for it he attempted to stop me, which helped me break loose. Too bad he wasn’t quick enough, because I had his phone already.

  Brooke: You know this is your baby, Shai. We need to talk.

  Brooke? His little brother’s ex-girlfriend?

  “Give me my damn phone,” he snatched it from me, voice calm as ever. “Laine, come here.” He threw the phone down, not even bothering to look at the text as he bolted after me.

  “I hate you! You’re worse than Tarik!” I sobbed violently. Not knowing what to be madder about, Brooke or the stripper.

  I’d almost made it to the door, but he grabbed me up and turned me to face him. His mug was balled up, as he glared down at me while I cried. I felt a liquid drip down from between my legs, and started to panic and worry as Mischief kept his hold on my biceps. When I saw it was blood, I’d reached my breaking point.

  “My baby!” I cried loudly.

  Looking down in horror, he asked with a trembling voice, “Baby, fuck, you were pregnant?”

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