by Lucinda John
I felt myself losing this battle. I couldn’t allow her to walk out this door without hearing me out first. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.
‘No one else comes close to you, no one makes me feel the way you do, you’re so special to me girl, and you’ll always be eternally, every time I hold you near, you always say the words I love to hear, girl with just a touch, you can do so much, no one else comes close.’
I sang the lyrics to Joe’s No One Else Comes Close song with so much passion in her ear. I felt her tears stain my neck as I continued to sing to her. I had to make her feel that she meant the world to me. Even though I fucked up, I deserved to have her in my life. I was too selfish to allow her to leave me and possibly find the next nigga to be with.
“Anthony, I can’t do this anymore. I allowed myself to go through this with James and I vowed never to put myself in that predicament again. If I take you back, you’re going to think it’s okay to sing a song or stick your dick in me, and all will be forgiven. Well, that’s not how it works, Stacks, you can’t manipulate my feelings anymore,” she sobbed.
“Lala, are you ready?” Lisa asked walking through the door.
“Yes, these are my bags. I’ll wait for you in the car,” she said pulling away from me and walking away.
“Lisa, talk some sense into ya’ girl,” I begged.
“I’ll try, but you fucked up!”
“I know, just help me make it right.”
“I got you kid, just don’t run up in anymore pussy, let her know you’re serious about putting in the effort to make it work.”
“Good looking out.”
I walked her to the door and watched the love of my life drive away. This big house felt so empty. Taking the elevator to my man cave, I went to the bar, grabbed me a bottle, and started to drink my pain away. I smoked and drank until I saw stars. Resting my head on the couch, I prayed that God would send my baby back to me.
Chapter 24
Ashley
“He did what?” I half listened to Amanda.
“Came to the house and choked me up over that bitch?”
“Damn, what did you do?”
“I gave him a hickey on purpose,” she smiled. “And I guess she found out.”
“He’ll be back, they always do. Trust me I know.”
I couldn’t count the amount of times James used to choke, hit, bite, or slap me for fucking with Lala, but he never could stay away. Niggas could never get enough of their side bitch.
“So, what are you going to do now?” I asked.
“I’ma let him cool off.”
“I hear you,” I said getting up and wobbling towards the bathroom.
I was eight months pregnant and bigger than a house. I was prepared to have this little boy any day now. I still wasn’t able to get in contact with Pablo. Even Bear had changed his number on me. It was just my child and I in this world. That was fine by me because I planned on using Amanda as my puppet and if she did everything I told her, my baby wasn’t going to be the only one fatherless.
“This baby got me peeing every five minutes,” I said taking a seat on the barstool.
“Where is your baby daddy?” Amanda asked.
“Out of town.”
“Y’all must not live together.”
“Why you say that?” I smacked my lips.
“I don’t see anything that indicates a man lives here,” she said looking around my apartment.
“Who said he lives here?” I snapped.
“Sorry, I just assumed…”
“Well, stop assuming shit!”
“Okay, whatever. You ready to go to the mall, so I can spoil my god baby or what?”
I rolled my eyes at her. I didn’t know why hoes was so hard up for friends. All I did was listen to her vent once, and she thought we were the best of friends.
“With what money, I ain’t seen your broke ass work a day since I’ve met you.”
“I got this,” she said waving Stacks’ black card in the air.
“How did you get that?”
“Don’t worry about it. You coming or what?”
“Hell, fuck yeah I’m coming!”
I had to find a way to get the black card. I was real good with the credit card scheme and if I could get over on a rich nigga like Stacks, I’d be straight.
Chapter 25
Lisa
I was walking around the house putting the final touches on my outfit for my first date with Ralph. At first, I was against dating. The only reason I was on a date with Max was because he was one of my sponsors. Since the whole bullshit with Bear and the accident, I decided to resume stripping, that was my way with coping with everything.
“If you want me to stay, I’ll stay,” I said noticing Lala mopping.
“No, you go have fun. I’ll be okay.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, go have fun.”
With her permission, I finished getting ready and left.
I met Ralph at Bistro 25. For a first date, he had great taste, and I was really impressed. Entering the restaurant, I felt all eyes on me. I bet they were trying to calculate how much the diamonds cost that I had around my neck.
“You look nice.” Ralph stood, pulling out my chair.
“Thank you and you look nice yourself.”
I swear this shit felt like déjà vu. Here I was on a date again with another one of Stacks’ friends.
“How’s Lala?” he asked.
“She’s not too good. I’m not going to lie, all she does is mope and cry.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up.”
I noticed him pick up the phone and send a text.
“Don’t be texting your bitches while you out with me!” I fussed.
“What’s up with the jealousy though?”
Before I could reply, the waiter came over to take our orders. I ordered the Parmesan crusted chicken, and he decided to go with the sirloin steak.
Taking a sip of my wine, I felt something that I haven’t felt in months, butterflies. This guy was winning me over just from conversation alone. He was so educated and intellectual. If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t have guessed he sold drugs for a living. A hood nigga with book smarts was a perfect combination. Paying for our meal, he waited for the valet to bring my car around then asked me to follow him to his house.
My nerves were fucking with me. I couldn’t even grip the steering wheel right because my palms were damp. Noticing that I was still sitting in my car, Ralph came over and tapped on the passenger’s window. I unlocked the door, and he got in.
“So, you not coming in?” he asked. “What you scared of?”
“I just don’t want to let my guard down only to get hurt.”
“I’m not saying I’m perfect, but I’m willing to be perfected. Just give me a chance ma, rock with a nigga.”
I sat and thought about the worst thing that could possibly happen. I was getting older, not younger, and it was time that I settled down.
“What are the plans for the rest of the night?” I asked.
“If you stop being scared and come inside, then you’ll see.”
He got out the car and walked over to the driver’s side. Lifting me out of my seat, he hit the lock on my alarm and locked the door. He put me down when we got inside.
“Let’s play a game,” he said.
“You like to play a lot of games.”
“What can I say, I’m a playful person.”
“What game are we playing?”
“It’s a treasure hunt game. There are clues all around the house that will lead you to where ‘X’ marks the spot,” he smiled.
“Okay, where do I start?”
“Your first clue is in the kitchen, taped on the microwave.”
Going inside the kitchen, I read the note that was attached to the microwave. On the front was the word ‘will’ and on the back was the location to where I would
find the next clue. I walked around the house determined to solve this treasure hunt game. I hated to admit it, but I was actually enjoying myself. This was different. I never had a guy go through extreme measures for me.
The fourth word was ‘my’. The back of the card directed me back to the living room where Ralph was sitting on the couch with the next clue taped to his mouth. The front of the note said that I would have to kiss him before reading the last clue. Leaning down, I planted a soft kiss on his lips, and then tore the note open.
‘Girl’ was the final word. I flipped the card over and saw a bunch of question marks. It took a moment for it to register in my head, but when it did I punched him in the shoulder.
“You didn’t answer the question,” he laughed.
“Where is the ‘X’? I want my prize.” I playfully rolled my eyes.
“Answer me first. My games, my rules.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I’ll be your girl.”
“Here,” he said handing me a box.
Tearing open the box, I stared at the most beautiful purple diamond bracelet ever. Engraved in it were the words:
Forever Ralph’s girl.
“You like it?” he asked, clasping the bracelet around my wrist.
“I love it!”
I pushed him down on the couch and straddled him. I licked his neck softly, biting it, and then sucking it gently. I could hear his breathing become shallow when I started to slow grind on him to the beat that played in my head. I grabbed him by the head and started to kiss his lips, pulling on his bottom lip.
“Damn Ma, keep teasing me and I’ma flip yo ass over on this couch and put it on ya.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
He got up off the couch with me still in his arms and brought me to the bedroom, laying me down his bed. Gently he peeled off my clothing, and he just stood there looking at me, admiring the sexiest body he probably had ever seen.
He turned me around, smacked my ass, and watched it jiggle. I made each of my ass cheeks bounce and jiggle as he watched in amazement. Spreading my cheeks apart, he started licking me from ass crack down to my pussy. The sensation I was feeling drove me crazy. I felt his wet, warm tongue enter my ass, and I swear I saw the gates of heaven open up.
After I came from him eating my ass, he went down to pay my pussy some attention. I was so wet that he had to swallow all my juices before he could reach my clit. I tried to crawl away from those lethal lips. I couldn’t take what he was doing to me.
“Why you running?” he asked, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, holding me in place. Taking me by my now swollen pearl in his mouth, he sucked until I was speaking in tongues. He slapped my ass. The stinging sensation brought me to another orgasm.
I heard a drawer open and the opening of a package. When he was satisfied with the security of his dick, he took it and gently slid it in my hole. The sloshing sounds from him thrusting in and out of my slippery mound took over the room.
“Fuck me!” I moaned, throwing my head back.
“Like this?” he asked, pounding in and out with me with so much force I thought he was going to send me flying through the wall.
I held on to the headboard for dear life as he took me on a crazy orgasmic ride. The orgasms started hitting me back to back. He reached over and grabbed my clit, twirling it between his thumb and pointer finger. I collapsed on the bed, but he wasn’t done with me yet. He flipped me over, threw both my legs over his shoulders and continued to give me those long death strokes. It was only thirty minutes into our love making session, and I was already gone off the “D”. Making sure I was fully satisfied sexually, he then released his seeds into the condom and fell on top of me.
“Damn you got them sugar walls,” he panted, trying to regulate his breathing.
I just laid there in silence. He fucked all the words out of me and now I was a mute. Laughing, he got up and went to the bathroom to flush the condom. I heard the water running, and then he returned with a warm washcloth. He spread my lips and kissed my pussy before washing me up.
Chapter 23
Lala
Life without Stacks really sucked. It had been a month since we’d really talked or seen each other. He would drop by and leave me money and groceries. Today I was six months, and I had a doctor’s appointment. I was hoping that he/she would be in a position where I could finally find out the sex.
I was just leaving the yoga studio and Stacks was supposed to meet up with me at the doctor’s office at four pm and it was now two. Grabbing my container of jerk chicken and shrimp, I hit the alarm on my car and made my way inside the house. Lisa and Ralph really had been kicking it this past month, so she was barely home. I wasn’t mad at her though because she really did deserve someone after the damage Bear did to her heart.
“Where you go with them little ass shorts on?” Stacks’ voice frightened me, causing me to drop my bag of food. He bent down, picked up the bag, and sat it on the coffee table. He then slipped his hands in my shorts, feeling to see what type of panties I had on. When he finished, I retrieved my food and went to go sit in the kitchen to eat. Before I could get the fork filled with cheesy pasta in my mouth, he was right on my heels questioning me again.
“I know you heard me ask you a question.” He sat across from me, taking the fork out of my hand and shoving it in his mouth.
“This not too spicy for the baby?” he asked, before shoving another fork full of my food in his mouth.
“No.” I grabbed the fork from him and started eating my food. He got up and went to refrigerator to get me a bottled water, taking the coke that I originally bought to drink.
“Where were you?” he asked again.
“Prenatal yoga.”
“Why you had on them little ass shorts?”
“I had to dress comfortably.”
“You could have worn some yoga pants. Hell ain’t that what you supposed to wear while doing yoga?”
“You wear whatever makes you comfortable, and these shorts do, now leave me alone so I can eat.” I was beyond irritated with his ass at this point that I lost my appetite.
“I’m just saying. You walking around with your ass jiggling and shit, that’s not a good look. Acting like you ain’t got no man or a baby in your stomach.”
“I don’t have a man.”
“Yeah, whatever. Hurry up before you make us late.”
“You were supposed to meet me at the doctor’s office anyway and how in the hell did you get in this house?” I asked not remembering seeing his car in the driveway.
“Ralph dropped me off on his way to pick up Lisa.”
I left him at the table eating the rest of my food and went to take a shower. Pinning my hair up then wrapping it, I got in the tub and began cleansing my body. As soon as I was done, I got out, dried my body and walked into the guest bedroom that I’d been staying in for the past month.
“Can you get out so I can get dressed?” I asked Stacks, who was sitting on the edge of my bed with a bottle of lotion in his hands.
“You don’t have anything I haven’t seen.”
“So, but still, I…“
“Shut up and come here!” he yelled, cutting me off.
I slowly walked over to the bed. He pushed me down and began rubbing my naked body down with the lotion. He paid extra attention to my sensitive areas, making me squirm. When he started rubbing on my pussy, I spread my legs wide giving him more access. He closed my legs shut and started laughing.
“Why are you opening up your legs to me if I ain’t your nigga?” he asked and stood up. “Hurry up before we’re late.” He walked out the room leaving me on the bed hot, wet, and horny.
“You look sexy as fuck,” Stacks complimented me.
My hair was parted down the middle, bone straight. I was wearing a soft pink DKNY dress, paired with the matching sandals. I made sure I sprayed his favorite Burberry perfu
me on my body.
“Thanks.”
I threw him the keys to my car, set the alarm, and got in the passenger’s seat. The drive to the doctor’s office was silent, except for Usher and Chris Brown singing about their New Flame. When we finally got there, I signed in and we waited in the waiting room to be called.
“Lala Williams,” the young blond nurse called my name out.
She handed me a cup to pee in, checked my weight, blood pressure, and sent me to room three to wait on my doctor.
“How are you feeling today?” the doctor asked as she came in and took a seat in the chair that was next to the bed.
“I’m feeling great, just ready to see what we’re having.”
“Okay, then, let’s get started.”
She poured the warm, blue gel on my belly, and then started to search for my pumpkin.
“Legs are wide open today,” she said snapping pictures of the baby.
I adjusted my eyes to the monitor trying to get a better look at the screen. She typed in the words, ‘Daddy’s little girl’.
“Time to buy some more guns,” Stacks said after reading the words off the screen.
“Everything looks good. Just try to ease up a bit because your blood pressure is a little high right now. I want to see you back here in two weeks just to check your blood pressure, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Megan will set your appointment for you. Congratulations on the little princess.” She wiped the gel off my tummy then left the room.
“You ready to go shopping now?” Stacks asked as soon as we got in the car.
“Sure.”
“So, when are you planning on coming home? You got me fucked up if you think my baby is going to be living in a separate house from me.”
I didn’t respond. I just cranked the volume to K. Michelle’s Can’t Raise A Man.
We ripped and ran through the mall. I went totally crazy. I grabbed any and everything I saw without checking the price tags. Lil mama put a five thousand dollar dent in daddy’s pocket, and she wasn’t even done yet.
“Damn Lala was it necessary to buy all this stuff?” he asked carrying the bags with the help of two security guards.
“Yes, she’s a girl. She needs a lot of cute things to wear.” I smiled.
