As I continued to pump myself into her, I admired her beauty and thought about how much I loved her. This time last year I was with crazy ass Tekeya, and not worried about loving anything or anyone that didn’t have my same blood running through their veins. But now, I was on some other shit, acting like that nigga Rhys and shit.
“Ahhh, uuuh!” She scrunched her nose up as she exploded again, getting even wetter than before.
“I love you,” I groped the sides of her thighs. “I love you, baby.”
Chenaye
About an hour and a half earlier…
I came to my mother’s house, looking for her, Roger, and possibly Hope. When I got there no one was home, but the cars were parked outside. I pulled my phone out to dial Hope, hoping she would answer and tell me what the hell was going on. I knew I shouldn’t have left her alone, my mother told me she would try some shit if I did.
I looked around as I tried to think of times my parents left without their cars, but nothing came up. My mom and Roger didn’t ride buses or anything, so for them to be gone with their cars here was odd.
“The number you have dialed is no longer in service,” the automated voice came through on Hope’s number.
I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at my recent calls to make sure I’d dialed the right number. I knew I had because I just pressed her name like always. Now I was starting to worry because this was weird. I was even a little bit scared, wondering if someone had done something to Hope and my parents. Lord please don’t let this be the work of a Quinton, I thought. As Kevin Hart said, I wasn’t ready.
“You stupid bitch! You stupid fucking bitch! I can’t believe you told!” I hollered loudly through the house.
It was almost like I’d had an epiphany. That bitch Hope had played me. She made me think she wanted some alone time with Britain, so that she could make her move while Goldie was in the back. That stupid hoe was smarter than I thought. After going to the mall, taking myself to dinner, and dropping by China Sea in Mattapan to see if Rhys was there, I came home to tell my parents the good news about Hope. When I saw they weren’t home, I left back to Goldie’s only to see no one was there either. Now I’m back here, just realizing my parent’s cars were parked the whole time. I really thought Hope was down for the cause. Little did I know, she was planning her fucking escape and betrayal. That stupid bitch.
I was tired of losing, I really was. I should have never agreed to help my mother in trying to break Goldie’s heart. I should have just focused on my fucking mission of being with Rhys. Everything was going great for me, and according to plan until I tried to fuse my mother’s shit in with mine. I had gotten Ethan killed which was way easier than I thought. I was making Goldie think I wanted to be around her, and I was possibly gonna be at the next Quinton party. But none of that mattered anymore because Hope had blown my cover.
I tried dialing her again before going to sit in my car. She didn’t answer, only that same automated voice came on. I bounced my leg repeatedly, trying to think of another way that I could get close to my love. I needed him to see me, and how good we could be together before that new bitch took it too far with him. Why would he even pick her, knowing I was here waiting for him? He knew me before her, yet he skipped over me to be with some bitch that I heard used to be a hoe. And if that’s true, he really has me fucked up. I’m not better than some escort? I just wanted to slap him and fuck him at the same time. I chuckled lightly at my thoughts.
Pulling away from the curb, I drove to the apartment I shared with Ethan. Ethan didn’t pay half of the rent, I paid it in full, but I wanted Goldie to think that so that I could live with her. Her place was way better and bigger anyway, so I did enjoy staying with her versus my spot. Anyway, I kept up with the rent and utility payments here, unbeknownst to her, because it was all a part of the plan.
Getting out, I hit the alarm on my car and headed up inside. I wanted to take a nice bath, and see if there was a way I could find Rhys tonight. I had the perfect outfit and everything for him to see me in. I wanted to hopefully just get him alone so that I could tell him my true feelings. Once he saw me as more than just a friend, we could be happy together. That was all I wanted, to be loved by the people I loved. My mother and father never loved me, but I knew Rhys would be able to fill that void, that hole inside of me.
I undressed in front of the mirror wearing a smile, because I knew very soon I would be Mrs. Rhys Quinton.
Chapter Eleven: Rhys
Indiya and I were gonna have dinner tonight at my family’s restaurant, Verenich. I wanted to bring her out since Summer had my baby this weekend, and because she’d been acting strange. She barely let me touch her, and the past few times we had sex she wanted to keep on this new big ass pajama top she’d bought. I don’t know about other niggas, but I need to see something while I’m stroking the pussy, preferably some titties. And Indiya had the best ones I’d ever seen, so you know I wasn’t feeling that covering up shit.
After parking my car, I got out to open the door for her. She was wearing a dress that was tight at the top and got big as it went down. I was hoping she wore one of her tight numbers tonight, but I guess I was unlucky. I kissed her lips, and stared down into her sad eyes for a little bit, before kissing her again.
“Are you okay?” I questioned for the hundredth time this week.
“Yes, Rhys, I’m fine. Stop asking me that,” she chuckled lightly, but I could tell it was fake. I was gonna find out why the fuck she was tripping today.
Taking her hand into mine, we entered the restaurant and were met by the hostess, Nika. She gave a warm smile, before escorting us to the back where all of my family members ate when they came here. It was a secluded area that we preferred to sit in if we wanted some sort of privacy. It had a sliding door and everything, cutting you off from the rest of the place. When we got in, I pulled Indiya’s chair out, kissed the side of her face, and then went to sit down across from her.
“Mr. Quinton, would you like me to bring some wine for the table?” Nika quizzed.
“Yes thank you, and some water too please.” Once Nika left, I turned my attention back to Indiya, whose face was buried in the menu. “You have any idea what you’re gonna get?”
“Yes, but it’s two things because I can’t decide.”
“Damn, shorty, you’ve been grubbing lately. They say you eat when you’re happy, so does that mean I make you happy?” I grinned and tucked my bottom lip in.
“Of course you do.” She touched my hand, and I leaned down to press my lips against the back of hers.
“So what’s been bothering you? You’ve been acting very weird lately.”
“I just haven’t been feeling well that’s all. I’m getting better though. That doctor your mom got for me is really great. If I didn’t know you guys I would be fucked since I don’t have health insurance.”
“I know, but I’m happy you do know us. What did he say was wrong with you?”
“Just a stomach bug.” She grabbed the water out of Nika’s hand, not allowing her to set it down.
“Are you guys ready to order?” Nika clasped her hands together.
“Yes, I will have the pelmeni, the schi, and a kompot to drink, thank you,” Indiya answered and closed her menu.
“I will have the pelmeni as well, and borsch.”
“Do you want the sour cream with the borsch?”
“Yes, thank you.” I nodded. “You want some of the wine?” I offered Indiya, about to pour some into her glass, but she shook her head no. “Really? Since when?” I smiled.
“Just not in the mood.”
I was about to speak again, but I heard a little bit of ruckus outside of the room we were eating dinner in. It sounded like Nika was arguing with another female, and weirdly I recognized the voice. I couldn’t quite put it to a face, but I’d heard it before. I rose out of my seat slowly, just as the doors of our room were being snatched open. Chenaye stormed in with Nika on her heels, who was trying to pu
ll her back out.
“Rhys! Please!” Chenaye begged, with mascara running down her face. Would this bitch ever give up? I’d never even kissed the hoe.
“Fuck are you doing, Chenaye?” I swiftly moved my arm from her reach when she tried to grab for it.
“Rhys, who is this?” Indiya shouted. “Is she the girl from the club?”
“I love you, Rhys! I have no one but you! My parents are gone, and my sister hates me! Please, baby!” she pleaded as Indiya watched with a confused expression. I just shook my head ‘no’ at Indiya, because I didn’t want her getting the wrong idea about Chenaye and I.
“I’m gonna get security!” Nika rushed out of the room.
“You’re the reason he treats me like this!” Chenaye cried, looking in Indiya’s direction. She retrieved a small gun from her purse, and raised it with trembling hands.
POP!
I immediately dropped her ass with one bullet to the temple. I stared down at her, floored, as blood poured from her head like water. Something told me to kill her ass after she broke Summer and I up, but then I was glad I didn’t when I found out she was Goldie’s sister. I should have gone with my first mind though, because this girl would never understand that what we had was nothing at all.
“Close the door,” I advised Nika when she came back to see Chenaye lying dead on the floor. She did as I asked, while I dialed for clean up.
The clean up crew came shortly after, and got everything straight pretty quickly. Indiya and I decided to just take our damn food home, because who wanted to eat in there after that.
I told my brother Britain to inform Goldie of what happened because I didn’t want to. And plus she knew her sister was a fucking nutcase. I’d warned her plenty of times to back up off of me or I would kill her, but she didn’t listen so she got smoked. Nobody could say that they didn’t see it coming.
As soon as Indiya and I got home, we scarfed the food down while watching TV. Once we were done, she threw out our trash, and then came back to sit on the couch. I scooted closer to her, and draped my arm around her shoulders; she tensed up. I ignored it and began kissing her lips, but when I tried to rub across her torso, she damn near karate chopped my hand off.
“Rhys, I don’t feel like it. I’m gonna go shower and head to sleep.” She hopped up from the couch before I could say anything.
I sat there with a hard dick, watching TV and not even paying attention as the shower water ran. After it cut off, I got up from the couch because I was determined to see what the hell was wrong with this girl. I’d let her mope around for long enough, and that shit was about to end.
I made it to the bathroom door, and twisted the knob to enter. It opened slightly, but then she tried to slam it back. I stuck my foot in the door, and slipped in just as she quickly pulled her big pajama shirt over her head.
“Why are you coming in here like that?”
“I always do. What’s the problem now?”
“Nothing, goodnight.” She walked towards the door, but I grabbed her arm and yanked her back. She moved it around to release herself, but I was way too strong.
“Fuck is wrong with you, huh? And you ain’t leaving until you tell me, Indiya.”
“Rhys.” She shook her head ‘no’ as tears welled up in her eyes.
“What!” I barked, annoyed by her secretiveness.
She took my hand, put it under her shirt, and placed it against her stomach. It was rounder than usual, and kind of hard. Lifting her shirt, I looked down to see a small bulge in it. I let my hand rub across it a few times as I gaped in disbelief.
“You’re pregnant?” I furrowed my brows.
“Yes.”
“How long have you been pregnant, shorty? What the hell?”
“Almost four months. I found out a while ago, but I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t know when I was gonna tell you.”
“Why? Whose fucking baby is it?” I stepped back from her. As soon as the other nigga’s name came out of her mouth I was gonna strangle her ass to the floor.
It’s yours Rhys, I just—”
“Then help me understand why the fuck you kept this a secret? You’ve been walking around here pregnant and I don’t even fucking know? What is wrong with you?” I grimaced, making her tear up even more. “The only reason I could see you keeping it a secret is because the baby ain’t mine.”
“It is yours! And I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to think I did this on purpose!”
“Did what on purpose? How the fuck could you get pregnant on purpose?”
“Because I messed up taking my pills. And you thought I was on birth control. I was on it, I just slacked a little bit. I’m sorry!” she sobbed.
“Come here, shorty,” I sighed and pulled her into my chest. “You can’t do shit like this. If we’re gonna be in a relationship, you have to be honest. And what did you think I was gonna kill you or something?”
“Yeah,” she whined, and we both chuckled.
“See even you realize how fucking crazy that is. I love you. I wouldn’t kill you. And I know you well enough to know that you wouldn’t do some shit to trap me.” I kissed her wet lips.
I lifted her up, and sat her on the sink. She didn’t have any panties on, so I just released my dick and rubbed it in between her folds. She bit down on her lip, moaning softly, and then gasped as soon as I got the head in. I continued pushing myself inside of her, and sucked on her bottom lip as she whimpered from me filling her up. Gripping her ass cheeks, I pressed her into me, making sure she took all the dick I had to offer. Her body trembled once she hit the base of my dick, so I let it sit there for a moment. While we sat there, her body tensed up, before trembling again from cumming.
I pulled her shirt from over her head, and salivated at the sight of her perfect breasts. I cupped them gently, and began sucking her nipples while gliding in and out of her tight center nice and slowly. I then brought my lips to hers, and let my tongue snake its way into her mouth as I continued to pump.
“Your pussy is the shit, Indiya.”
“Rhyyysss,” she cried out, digging her nails into my back through my shirt, as I fucked her with deep ass strokes. I wanted her to feel every inch, and never forget it. “Rhys, I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” I sucked on her shoulder.
“Take this off,” she moaned and began tugging at my shirt. I did as she asked, and then pulled her body into mine.
“I love feeling your skin,” I whispered into her mouth before we began kissing.
Picking her up from the sink, I held her tightly and slammed into her with force as we both yelled loudly. Because we were in the bathroom, we seemed to be louder than we actually were. After a few more deep powerful strokes, I was filling her up and she was spilling on my pole.
“I’m so happy you’re having my baby, shorty.” I caressed her small stomach as we kissed slowly and sensually.
“Me too.”
Life was lit.
Kimberlyn
Some days later…
TQ and I decided to take a trip to Brooklyn, New York so that we could spend some time in Brighton Beach. He told me Brighton Beach was basically like Russia in America, and that his father used to bring them here for family vacations. It was already a pretty interesting place because people knew him here as if it were a small town. I expected that in Boston, but I guess my nigga was a little famous out here, too.
This place was definitely like Russia in America, because every person we walked by was speaking Russian, and barely spoke any English. There were a few people like me who had no Russian background, but they didn’t have a Russian guide like I did, so they were having a hard time. TQ said a lot of the residents in Brighton Beach pretended not to know English because they were very distrusting of a lot of people.
Currently we were on the boardwalk, about to eat at one of TQ’s favorite places named Tatiana. He said they had the best Russian Cuisine, and he used to love when he and his family could sit at a
table on the boardwalk and just watch people go by. I swear I never got tired of learning about his other side. I guess it was just amazing to me how different yet alike we were. Not to mention how sexy it was to hear him speak Russian, especially when he got mad or when he spoke it during sex.
As I was pushing Baby Tarenz in the stroller, I noticed a familiar face. She was walking in the opposite direction of us, holding hands with some man. Her hair was cut differently, and she was carrying a baby on her left hip.
“Is that Hayden?” I pointed subtly in her direction.
“Shit, that is,” TQ chuckled.
Once we got closer to her, we stopped to see if she would say anything. She glanced at us, looked away, and then snapped her neck back to us. At first she looked worried, but then a half smile came through, prompting us to reply with the same gesture.
“Tarenz, Kimberlyn,” she nodded and then looked down into Baby Tarenz’s stroller. “He’s adorable. He looks just like Tarenz,” she smiled.
“Thank you. Who is this?” I looked towards the big, white guy she was walking with.
“Oh, how rude of me. This is my boyfriend, Ioann, and our baby, Ioann Jr.” She introduced him, and both TQ and I shook his hand. He and TQ were about the same height, except TQ may have been an inch taller.
“Nice to meet you. So this is TQ?” Ioann looked down at Hayden and she nodded. “She’s told me a lot about you when she first came to Brooklyn.”
“Oh did she?”
“Yeah she did, but it’s all cool now. As long as you’re not here to steal her back from me,” he laughed.
“Nah man, not at all. This is my wife right here,” TQ furrowed his brows. “But you better be treating her right.”
“Of course I am.” He pursed his lips.
“Well it was nice seeing you guys. Maybe we can all have dinner before you go back up to Boston,” Hayden suggested.
“Maybe,” I responded, before the four of us continued walking down the boardwalk in opposite directions. “So I guess she has a thing for Russian guys.” I looked up at TQ as we walked.
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