Down With the King of the South 2

by Diamond Johnson

  “Shit!” I yelled after I tripped and almost fell over my own damn shoes that I had lying in the middle of the bedroom.

  I tried to be slick and run inside the closet and hide so that she wouldn’t wake up. Mahogany was a light ass sleeper, so I couldn’t even say that I was shocked when I heard her moving around in the bed. After all that fuckin’ I did to her last night, I just knew that she would sleep through this.

  “Bari? Bae? Jabari?” she called.

  I ignored her the first few times she called my name.

  “Baby, where are you?” her sleepy voice called out.

  I walked out of the closet, holding two pairs of my Gucci swimming trunks in my hands.

  “Why you up? Go back to sleep,” I said, acting nonchalant as I put the trunks inside the suitcase.

  Her pretty, sandy brown, curly hair was all over her head, but the shit was sexy. Mahogany turned on the lamp, so I could see the sad look on her face mixed with a small pout. She was naked, but it was cold in the room, so some of the sheet was on her body. She was dead ass tired but was going to deprive herself of sleep just to see what I was doing. She watched me as I packed, putting outfits inside the suitcase that I had on the bed.

  “Bari, where you going?” she quizzed. She pulled out a pair of the swimming trunks that I’d packed and held it in her hands.

  “Vegas. Shorty, I told you that damn near three times. Why you taking my shit out the suitcase, bae? I’m already running late as it is. Go back to sleep for me, please,” I said as nicely as I could because I didn’t want to beef with her hours before it was time for me to go.

  “You’re really not going to take me? Jabari, I thought you were playing,” she said.

  I knew she thought that all along, which is why I was trying to sneak out of this bitch.

  “Bae, you pregnant, man! Motha fuckas going to be smoking and shit. You don’t need to be around all of that,” I said.

  She sucked her teeth, and then she felt around the bed as if she was looking for something. She found the tank top that I had on last night, and she pulled it over her head before she stood up. Although Mahogany had just turned thirteen weeks pregnant yesterday, you couldn’t tell because her stomach was still somewhat flat. Like right now, she had a very small bump that you had to be really close up on her to see. I knew she was pregnant because of her fuckin’ hormones; her skin had a different type of glow to it, her appetite had picked up a little bit, and the greatest one of all was that pussy. Swear I couldn’t stay out of that shit. I used to think niggas were cappin’ when they swore on that pregnant pussy.

  “Then I won’t be around it. I can just—”

  “You can just what? Sit in the hotel room and wait for me to get back? That’s what’s going to happen if you go because I ain’t about to have you roaming the streets by yourself in a whole other city that you not even from. They smoke and shit at the fight too, and that’s the main reason why we’re going. You can’t go, shorty. I’ll take you wherever you want to go when we get back,” I let her know.

  I was trying to say any and everything to her for her to come to grips with the fact that she wasn’t going. She stood up from the bed, and I assumed that she was going in the bathroom, but she went inside the closet. Mahogany had mainly been staying with me since she found out she was pregnant. She barely went home, which was fine with me because I didn’t want her to go. When she came back out, she was holding a suitcase in her hands.

  I sucked my teeth and shook my head as I walked over to her. The bag had clothes in it, and her pregnant ass had the nerve to be carrying that heavy shit, so I snatched it from her hands. I accepted the fact that Mahogany and I had a baby on the way, so with that said, when I had free time, I did a lot of reading. I wanted to pay attention to the things that she should and shouldn’t do. Like, holding a big ass piece of luggage with clothes in it was definitely some shit that her ass shouldn’t be doing.

  “See, I was trying not to argue with your ass, but you trippin’. What part of you not going, don’t you understand? I ain’t saying you can’t go because I want to be an asshole, I’m saying it because I care too much about your wellbeing for you to be out there around that type of shit—”

  “And because you want to fuck on other hoes while you’re out there!” she yelled, and her voice cracked.

  I knew she was about to start that hormonal bullshit.

  “Aww, man. Here the fuck we go again,” I said right before I laughed.

  She really thought that she could cry and bitch her way out of everything. What happened to that tough bitch I met in the club the first time? The one who talked all that shit and made me pull my dick out in front of her. Sometimes I missed her, and that was a strong sometimes because not all the time did I miss it. I had to refrain from slapping the shit out of her ass on one too many occasions.

  “It’s not funny!” she cried and pushed me. “How you just going to leave me, nigga? On top of that, you were going to try and sneak out while I was sleeping. I don’t want to go three days without you. I want to go,” she said, looking up at me with those big ass, beautiful, sleepy eyes. She wrapped her arms around my waist and peered up at me for my final answer, but I still shook my head no. If she kept on, she was going to make me give in, and I was trying to avoid that.

  I was trying to go to Vegas, bet on this fight with Miami although it was for charity, spend some big ass money on gambling, and double everything that I dished out. With Mahogany there, I swear I wouldn’t be able to do all of that. I would feel bad knowing that she was in the hotel room waiting on me.

  She let me go, and then she got back in the bed, pulling the covers over her body. I avoided eye contact with her the whole time because she was watching me pack as if she was waiting for me to look at her, so she could make sure I saw the sad look in her eyes. Thank God, my phone rang. I looked at the screen, and I saw that it was Miami calling.

  “What’s good?” I answered the phone.

  “Ain’t shit. I was just calling to make sure you were ready. The jet is leaving with or without your ass. You changed your mind on letting Mahogany go?” he asked.

  “Fuck, no! I’m stuck now, trying to get out of here in peace. She ain’t making it easy either,” I said, looking dead at her because I wanted her to know that I was talking about her crazy ass.

  “Mannnn, let that girl go! You trippin’. I’m bringing Taniya, so Mahogany can watch her. That works out both ways because she can watch her for the fight. I didn’t want to expose her to that yet,” Miami said, and I let out a grunt.

  “Trust me, nigga, at night, you gon’ to wish you had your shorty there with you. You going to thank me in the long run. See you in an hour, nigga,” he said and hung up the phone.

  “Go take a shower. I’ll finish packing your clothes in this bag,” I said, referring to her bag that was sitting on the bed.

  With a smile on her face, she climbed over to me and jumped in my arms. Her arms went around my neck, and I held her up with one arm around her waist while I accepted all the kisses that she placed on my lips.

  “I knew you would change your mind. Nigga, I planned to wrap my body around your leg as you walked out the door. I wasn’t about to let you leave me. I need you. We need you,” she said and put my free hand on her stomach. That shit turned me on, man.

  My dick bucked at the sound of her saying that shit. I ain’t never have a woman tell me that she needed me and to say it with so much passion too. Holding her up, I pushed the clothes out of the way and laid her down on the bed. She looked up at me with nothing but love in her eyes.

  “We’re going to be late,” she moaned as I removed my shirt that she was wearing over her head.

  “Five minutes, bae,” I groaned, knowing that I was a five-minute ass lie.

  I pulled my pajama bottoms down, and my dick popped out like a jack in the box. I placed both of my hands on either side of Mahogany’s body, and she reached down with her small hands and jacked my dick for me. I loved
when she put him inside of her for me. She bit hard as hell on her bottom lip as nothing but hard dick knocked at her walls. Her pussy was paradise to me. It was wet, slippery, and tight as fuck. Mahogany was bound to get pregnant because her pussy was just that good. I never thought that it would happen so fast, but it did.

  “Jabarriiiii… I love you… I love youuuu,” she moaned while looking me in my eyes.

  I was deep in her pussy, so of course, she was going to tell me she loved me. I’m not saying that she didn’t love me, but the good dick that I was blessing her with just made her love for me come out even more.

  “I know you do. I love you too, bae,” I said and kissed her lips, tasting her moans.

  This was the first time that I’d said those three words to her, and I swear I meant it. I may go back and forth with her just about every hour of the fuckin’ day, but I loved this girl, man. Hearing me tell her for the first time that I loved her must have done something to her because her pussy got wetter. I could feel her knees begin to shake, and when those juices hit my dick, I knew then that her ass was cumming.

  The thing about Mahogany’s pussy is that once I got inside of it, it was going to take a lot to get me out. I flipped her over, taking into consideration that she was pregnant, so I did it gently. I had her down on her hands and knees with the deepest arch in her back that I believe she’d ever given me, and I slid my dick back inside, giving her deep, slow strokes, trying to make her speak in tongues like she did for me last night.

  Mahogany’s pussy was literally sounding off around the whole room. It was a mixture of someone smacking gum and stirring a bowl of macaroni and cheese. She fucked me back, meeting me stroke for stroke. Her ass had been getting fatter since she’d been fuckin’ me. I had noticed that beautiful ass change in her a while ago.

  “Fuckkk babyyyy… I’m going to cummm… shit baeeeee,” she cried and came right on my dick.

  I held onto her waist tighter and started drilling her faster. In no time, I came as well. I panted wildly, lowering her body into the bed as I turned her on her side, so I could spoon her.

  “And you had the nerve to act like you were going to leave me, nigga. Could you have really gone three nights without fuckin’ me?” she asked, turning her body around in my arms and looking down at me.

  I panted, trying to catch my damn breath before I answered her.

  “No, but the phone sex would have been lit,” I joked, getting her to laugh.

  On the jet

  I’m not even sure what the beef was between Jashae and Miami, but that shit was so fuckin’ thick that you could cut it with a knife. I knew something was wrong with them the moment I walked on the plane. Miami was sitting in the back while Shae sat up front with Taniya. It was odd to see the two of them beefing because since they’d been together, the two of them stayed glued to each other like a fuckin’ teenage couple who swore that they were in love.

  I spoke to Shae when we go on, gave Taniya, who was actually my cousin and my goddaughter a hug, then I made my way to the back where Miami was. I gave him a pound and took a seat in front of him. Where I sat, it faced him. He had a tray in front of him, which housed a bottle of water and some fruit that he had yet to even touch.

  “You beefing with your shorty, ain’t it?” I asked him.

  The plane was in the air, and everybody was chilling and doing their own thing, so now was a good time for us to talk. Mahogany was up front with Shae, more than likely finding out what was up between her and Miami.

  “I ain’t beefing with her. I guess she calls herself beefing with me, though. Maybe I’m wrong in this situation. You my man, so I expect you to give it to me raw and uncensored. Let me know how you would feel if you were in my shoes. A few weeks ago, I brought Shae with me to the gym while I boxed. Mind you, shorty hasn’t really been herself since that nigga ran up in her crib. Her fuckin’ mood changes just as much as she changes her fuckin’ draws, but because I love her and I know that she’s been through some shit, I fall back and let her vent.

  “In my opinion, she has every reason to be upset, you know? I felt like I was letting shorty talk to me crazy, so I checked that shit at the gym. Damn near an hour later, I walk up behind her, and by her posture alone, I was able to tell that something had her attention. She on fuckin’ Instagram, looking at a bitch page that I guess has some type of dealings with Trip. We don’t know for sure, but Shae thinks that the woman and Trip share a daughter. She won’t admit it, but I feel like ever since she found out about that shit, she’s been in her fuckin’ feelings.

  “If you so called over that nigga, then why the fuck you care about what he got going on? If you so in love and you moved on, fuck is you even letting some shit like that knock you off your square? I guess she mad at me because she doesn’t feel like I’m putting her feelings into consideration and that I’m not allowing myself to step into her shoes for a second. Maybe because prior to Shae, I ain’t ever been in love with another woman, so I can’t relate.

  “I’m just waiting for the nigga to call her. I need him to add me to his visitation list ASAP. You know me, nigga, if I’m wrong about something, I’m man enough to put my pride to the side and admit to my wrongdoings. In this situation right now, though, I don’t feel like I’m wrong. That’s my girl, and I won’t apologize to her for her ass being in her feelings over the next nigga. If that’s what she’s waiting on, then she’s going to keep fuckin’ waiting on it,” Miami went on to say.

  “Bruh, now that I’m in a whole ass relationship, one thing that I can say about these women is that when they love, they love hard. They emotional as a motha fucka too. After all that shit that Trip put Shae through, I really feel like she’s over him. In this case, I don’t even think it’s about her feelings for him, though. It’s mainly the fact that after she sat down and did a self-evaluation, she now realizes how that nigga had her out here looking like a fool.

  “Let’s say that you and Tahira were in a relationship. We going to say that y’all dated for almost five years, and now y’all decided to call it quits. After calling it quits, that’s when all types of niggas started hitting you up, giving you straight facts that they was fuckin’ on your shorty at the same time that you were. Mind you, this is not just any bitch; this happens to be a bitch that you were deeply in love with and all of that. You mean to tell me that you wouldn’t feel some type of way? You going to feel like you got played and like your time was wasted.

  “Shae wasted her time with that nigga. You know the type of miles she put on her car going back and forth to see his bitch ass? We talking driving to and from Orlando, that’s like four hundred miles in total. You know the type of strong-willed woman you gotta be to go that long without fuckin’ somebody else? The type of self-control you gotta have for that shit? To actually even accept the fact that you were willing to hold this nigga down, knowing damn well that he would never see the light of day again. Let shorty have her moment. If anything, she’s just reflecting on the fact that he made her look like a fool. You a good dude, Miami. I see firsthand how you treat Shae like a queen. She ain’t dumb enough to leave you and run back to a nigga who can’t do shit for her. Focus on this fight. I got my money on you,” I said, finally getting his ass to laugh a little bit.

  “This a fuckin’ charity event, nigga. Fuck is you betting on this shit for?” he asked.

  “Why wouldn’t I? I saw an opportunity to make some extra money, and I ran with it,” I let him know.

  “You crazy, yo. This relationship with Mahogany is changing you. For the better, though. Never in a million years did I think that I would be sitting here asking you for relationship advice,” he said.

  “Shit, me either. A year ago, if you were to even tell me some shit like that, I would think that somebody had laced your weed. On some real shit, the OGs always used to say that a man is only going to change for that one woman. For me, that one woman is Mahogany. I’m a grown ass man and having kids never even crossed my mind. I never pictured myse
lf being somebody’s daddy. When Mahogany and I found out that she was pregnant, before the piss could dry off the stick, I was hollering out for her to get an abortion. I’m glad that God talked some sense into both of our asses and had us walking up out of that clinic before she could go to the back and end a life that she and I made out of love.

  “I ain’t perfect with this relationship shit, though. I know every day I’m making that woman question herself if this is really what she even wants, but when it comes down to it, I know I love shorty. I know I gotta get my shit together and do right by her because I won’t meet another bitch today that could do half of what Mahogany can do, and I’m not even talking sex. I’m referring to everything in general,” I vented.

  Maybe I was still high off her pussy, which had me running off at the mouth, but everything that I said was true. For ten minutes, we sat and talked about relationship shit until we finally changed the subject.

  “So, you ready for tomorrow night? You think you still got it?” I asked, referring to the fight.

  “I know I still got it. All this pent-up anger and shit that I got, I’m liable to knock this nigga out in the first round. Shit just going to feel weird, yo. My ole girl is not here and shit. My pops is flying in tomorrow morning, so that’ll help somewhat to fill the void, but it’ll honestly do very little,” he said.

  “I feel you, man. All this practicing and shit that you doing, does it have you feeling like you want to get back out there and fight?” I quizzed.

  There was a time when Miami ate, slept, and breathed boxing. When we were younger, and I would come down for the summer, that was all his ass wanted to do. My high school summers, I stopped coming down to visit him because the majority of his days would be spent in boxing practice, and I wasn’t into boxing like that, so I started just staying my ass back home in Atlanta. I was happy for my cousin, though, and I made sure to tell him that every chance I got.