Money Is King: The Complete Series

by Nicety

  “Mink? Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I spat, feeling a sharp jolt of anxiety shoot through my veins.

  “Oh my God! Baby, what are you doing here so early?” She replied jumping up pushing the man’s head up from in between her legs.

  “Man…” I placed my head in my hand as I smiled to keep from snapping.

  “Baby. It’s not…he was just…Cesar…” Panic could be heard in her trembling voice.

  “Just shut the fuck up, Mink.” I said turning my attention to the baldhead R. Kelly looking motherfucka who was frantically searching the room for his clothes and whatever else he stripped off.

  The green in the air wasn’t covering up the loud ass pussy smell caked in the room. It only meant one thing; he was already outside waiting until I left and came right on in and got to work. I had only been gone a little over an hour and a half but I know Mink; she likes to get her dirt out the way early so there was no room for slip-ups in the end.

  “I can’t believe you did this shit to me again, man. Again? How many times is that, Mink? Huh? What 7, 8? How many times do you think a nigga is about to put up with this shit, bitch?” It took every fiber of my being not to stomp a big ass sized twelve mud hole in this niggas dome and plant two slugs in this bitch’s clit.

  “No baby. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please—“

  “Please what? Bitch get off me!” I roared as I pushed her clenching arms off of my waist, watching this nigga scramble out of my bedroom then out the front door before I searched hungrily on the shelves of the closet for my .38. “I can’t believe this shit! You twenty-five years old with a kid and you still a hoe.”

  “Cesar, please calm down baby let me explain!” Mink screamed grabbing hold of my leg trying to slow me down.

  “Oh now you wanna explain? Ok then, explain how I just found you with this nigga chomping down on ya nasty ass pussy.”

  “Ugh! You tryin’ to make it seem like it’s just me with the issues and shit when I know somethin’ is going on with you and that bitch Lasha at work. I’ve seen the way y’all be around each other. Plus I need some action in my life.” Mink said crossing her arms as if she had the upper hand. “You always workin’ and always tired—“

  “And you always spendin’ and always cryin’!”

  “UGH! Tell me you not fuckin’ her then, Cesar! Tell me you not!”

  “Who, Lasha? That’s all you got? Man, baby you need to come harder than that, for real, if you wanna pin some bullshit like that on me.” I replied.

  “You know my momma work there too. She be seeing you all up in that bitch’s face. What you thought she wasn’t gon’ tell me?” She laughed.

  “Mink you graduated from high school so you can’t be that stupid to think I would cheat on you in front of your people. So you can miss me with that shit.”

  “Nigga you tryin’ to be funny?”

  “Naw, but you know what’s so funny, though? What’s funny is I should have fucked that bitch. Should’ve made her sweet little pussy scream. Then maybe I wouldn’t be so damn mad right now.” I turned my back on her ass and headed back into the cramped living room. “Ay, you need to leave. Straight up.”

  “Leave? Nigga, you got me fucked up, this is my shit. My name is on the lease not yours.” Mink sauntered after me snapping.

  “But who pays the fucking bills all up and through here? Not your broke ass and I ain’t about to have you bussing niggas down in front of my son.” My hand rose right along with my voice. “Get the fuck out, Mink. I ain’t gon’ say it again.”

  “Where am I supposed to go, Cesar?”

  “I don’t know.” I barked. “Go to Hell for all I care!”

  Mink's eyes were watered with con artist tears as she headed her naked body back towards the bedroom, hopefully in search of her fucking clothes and shit so she could get the fuck out. I sat on the couch replaying the morning's events in my head over and over but not before taking out some green and a cigarillo from my stash and rolling it up. Shit was just fucked up; losing my job and my girl all in the same day. I didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do about it all but it was time that I stopped giving a fuck about a lot of shit. A nigga was tired of getting his heart stomped on repeatedly just for an unappreciative money hungry bitch. I couldn’t do nothing but shake my head and hit the blunt hard inhaling deeply, hoping that I could calm down before I needed to face my son.

  Chapter 2— Mink

  “Hey girl. Are you busy?” I whispered as I wiggled my fat ass into my Dereon jeans.

  “Naw, girl I'm good ‘til tonight. Wassup?” Flava asked groggily sounding as if she had just woken up.

  “Girl, I don’t know why this nigga came home early but he did and—“

  “He caught your dumb ass?”

  I don’t know how Flava always did that but she always knew what the fuck was going to happen before it ever happened. Ever since we were kids, my momma used to praise her saying she was older and wiser beyond her time. I felt she was the favorite daughter but I tried not to let that fuck up our relationship. When I was younger, I loved her to the fullest but as we grew older that love began to dwindle down. She was smarter, college educated, and spoiled rotten. As for me, I grew up and out gaining a banging body, which gave me the tools to get any man I wanted and milk them dry like cows.

  Of course I was waiting on her to throw the ‘I told you so’ in my face but I just knew I was so slick with my shit. As long as I did my dirt early in the morning that nigga would be none the wiser or so I thought. My plan went unscathed, flawless for years. Guess I never anticipated on him coming home early one day; one day out of seven years. My heart was pounding a mile a minute and honestly I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to go in the living room and drop to my knees bobbing and weaving until that nigga forgave me, again.

  Yeah I had cheated on him many times before and he would always take me back for the sake of CJ. He was an excellent dad, I had to give it to him and he wanted to keep him in a two-parent home. But a bitch has got needs and if they are not met when I need them to be I’m going to figure out a way to make it happen. Don’t get me wrong my baby lays the pipe and his tongue is like hot wet magic but he’s always tired cause he works so damn much. Shit, my pussy don’t take vacations.

  “Can you come and get me?” I begged packing a few things in my Louis Vuitton duffle.

  “Damn, Mink. I’m in the bed with my motherfucking husband hoe. Something you don’t know shit about. It’s too early in the morning for this shit.” Flava snapped as I pretended to cry through the phone.

  “Please, Flava. I’m so sorry. Tell Yolo that I am so sorry but I need your help girl. I ain’ got nowhere else to go and I know momma gon’ be trippin’ if I go to her house.” The lie ran from my lips like water from a faucet. I just really needed to be up under her. “Please.”

  “Aight. Damn, bitch don’t make this no habit.”

  “Ok, I promise.”

  “I bet you do. I’ll be there in a minute. You know we stay in Schaumburg so you better just sit out front ‘til we get there.” Flava said.

  “Wait we? You bringing, Yolo?” I asked.

  “Girl you know I don’t go nowhere without that nigga.”

  “Damn, aight.”

  As I hung up my cell and stuffed it down into my pocket, I dreaded seeing his fine ass. I wanted him so badly that night they met in the club five years ago but Flava strutted her 5’7” thick waisted ass on over there to him first. Since then, they were inseparable and it pissed me off. When I found out how he made his money, it made my pussy tingle. Flava’s hatin’ ass wouldn’t hook me up with none of his boys talking about they weren’t worthy enough to even talk to and she was probably right since Yolo was bigger than all of them.

  He stood six feet and looked as if he weighed about two hundred solid pounds of muscle. One of those niggas who looked like he had just got out the pen but with none of the actual physical or emotional scars since he had never been. He exuded confidence, th
e sexiest trait of a man. Word on the street was that he brought his business here from Mexico, where he was born and raised and made a killing more than he ever would have down there. He always rocked braids straight to the back and stayed flashy from his car to his clothes. Every time I thought of him my pussy melted. So when they announced they were getting married the following year after they had met, I wanted to beat the fuck out of her. Then they got married within three months of the fuckin’ announcement! She knew I saw him and wanted him first but she went on and married this nigga anyway. Secretly, I never forgave her for that. But she was my sister and I had to let it go. Still, that nigga’s face drove me crazy.

  I finished stuffing a few more sexy panties into my bag then snatched it up, even as heavy as it was. Struggling with the bag, I headed back into the living room tossing it on the floor next to the front door. Cesar’s sexy ass was lying back on the couch blowing one back and staring up at the ceiling. I still couldn’t believe his ass put me out of our apartment. The skin on his chest looked like hot melted dark chocolate with his bare chest flexing every time he put the blunt to his full succulent lips. I was getting wet just thinking about not being able to have this nigga anymore. There was no way I was about to let this man walk out of my life; especially since we had a son together. Naw, he had to forgive me whether he liked it or not.

  “Can I smoke with you one last time?” I asked sweetly.

  He didn’t even speak, just handed me the blunt as I took a seat next to him on the couch. We didn’t have much in our cozy humble abode with a 32” TV screen sitting on a flimsy stand next to the hall wall that I had been desperately trying to get him to upgrade. The wall next to the front door was littered with family photos of our not so happy family, almost fifty pictures hung there in a decorative motif. I was a photo queen. The large plastic bamboo floor plants set a soothing Feng Shui backdrop for relaxation. If I could do nothing else, I could cook, fuck, and decorate. Our apartment was small and our things were not of the highest quality but it was ours and I wasn’t about to let him just throw it all away.

  “Baby you gotta forgive me. I don’t know why I do the things I do.” I lied. “But I need you. You’re the only one who can help me get over this and make me a better person.”

  “Naw. You don’t need me, you just want me. There’s a difference. You need to get your priorities straight, Mink.”

  “I know baby. I don’t know what I be thinking sometimes. You’re a good man that’s why I pamper you the way I do.”

  “Hmph.” He shrugged as he passed me the blunt back.

  “Ugh, tell me what I can do to make this better baby. I wanna stay here with you and our son. I wanna work on us.” I pleaded watching his demeanor closely.

  Cesar didn’t budge much the entire time. He reached his hand down in between his legs adjusting his piece and replanting his Timbs firmly back on the floor. Damn, he was looking sexy in his Home Depot attire and I just had to have him. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it danced over to his strong thigh; massaging it roughly. He still hadn’t budged, I knew he wanted to makeup but he wouldn’t be his self if he didn’t act stubborn about it.

  “What are you doing, Mink?” Cesar asked hitting the blunt.

  “I think it’s time we made up, baby. Remember we said never to go to bed mad.” I replied unzipping his pants, struggling to get them off of his waist.

  “That shit ain’t gon’ fix us girl. Not anymore.”

  “I know but it’s a start.”

  He was obviously not going to help me resolve this but I wasn’t about to stop not even if he told me to. Reaching my hand down into his pants, I grabbed hold of the massive sized beef within. It was very limp but even still it carried weight. He was a man with big hands, big feet, and a big long tongue. It was only appropriate that his dick followed suit. I loved it when it wasn’t hard because it flopped in and out of my mouth like a fish out of water. Releasing it gently from his cage, I slid my mouth far down on it before he had the chance to deny me the act.

  “Mmm.” He moaned scooting down on the couch relaxing even further.

  “You like that daddy?” I asked popping his dick out of my mouth long enough to speak before swallowing it whole again.

  Cesar didn’t respond. I knew he did though. He once dubbed me “Golden Jaws” because I could suck a mean dick at the drop of a hat. I credit my expertise to years of watching the chicks on the porno flicks get it in the way they did. With my right hand, I squeezed the bottom of it stroking up and down in the same motion as my mouth, careful not to scathe it with my teeth. Niggas don’t like toothy ass brain. Cesar was indeed growing in my mouth. With my other hand, I reached inside of my jeans rubbing my clit as I felt him reach down to play with my left nipple; getting it nice and erect. Shit, I was about to cum. I loved it because it made me go ham on his dick even more. My mouth sucked nicely on the head of his beef while I stroked the bottom half rapidly.

  “Ooo, shit!” He bellowed.

  It was his time. I wanted that cum all inside of my mouth, ready to swallow it down so I could jump up on this hard junk and ride it ‘til the wheels fell off. My head was bobbing so hard I thought I was going to get whiplash at some point but being determined there was no way I was going to give up. Cesar’s body began jerkin’ like he wanted to explode in my mouth but in that split second his dick just went limp. Whay the fuck? I worked like hell trying to get it back up, sucking feverishly and tonguing so much that my shit went numb but he wouldn’t get back up for me.

  She ain't fuckin' wit you unless you

  Got a lotta money

  Got a lotta

  Got a lotta money

  Damn. I had been meaning to change that fucking ring tone for the longest but Diamond was my girl. She was a real rapper and I loved her style.

  “Ha ha. You better gon’ and get your phone girl.” Cesar laughed as he took the duct of the blunt setting it down in the ashtray like nothing had ever happened.

  “Fuck that damn phone, baby.” I said allowing his dick to flop out of my mouth.

  “Naw, gon’ and get it.” His voice was very calm, almost a scary calm.

  It pissed me off but there was nothing left for me to do once he snatched his beef tucking it back down in his pants like he was done with me. I couldn’t believe he didn’t cum, it was the first time he had ever went limp in my mouth beforehand.

  “WHAT?” I screamed angrily into the phone.

  “Bitch you better calm that bass down in your voice and get your ass out here. We outside.” Flava responded.

  “Oh girl, damn. My bad, I forgot.”

  “Well are you coming or not?”

  “Um, naw, Flav. I think I’m gonna stay here and work on my relationship with my baby’s daddy.” I said sounding as if I was explaining things to her for the first time while I turned to catch his nonchalant reaction.

  “Girl you had me drive all the way to the city to get your punk ass and you flakin’? I tell you what, the next time something goes on with you, don’t call me. How about that?” Flava replied halfheartedly.

  “I said my bad, Flav, dang.”

  “You just come and open this door, cause we’re here now. No sense in jumping right back on the road.” She replied, as a gentle knock was present at the door.

  Cesar had finished buttoning up his pants before I opened the door letting Flava and Yolo inside. I dipped off to the bathroom really quickly to wash the sex aroma from my hands and face before returning to get a whiff of that strong tantalizing smell emanating from Yolo’s body. I could never for the life of me figure out where to buy that cologne from for Cesar. I wanted him to smell just like that every day, so I could feel like I had a small piece of Yolo around me at all times. He and Cesar were chatting it up heavy when I came back into the room, not allowing Flava and me to get a word in edgewise. Flava sat in the recliner next to the couch on Yolo’s side, leaning in towards him as if to always remain as close as possible to him.

  Even
at 9am in the morning, Flava’s makeup stayed flawless, her hair was always laid, and her nails were always done immaculately. I always envied her wardrobe, never rocking anything that cost less than $200. In fact, the salmon colored Ekaterina short jumper that fit her body like a glove made me green. I tried to keep up with her but on Cesar’s budget that shit was not happening the way I wanted it to. People always mistook us for twins though she was two years older than me. I copied everything she did because I wanted her lifestyle. I used to be in denial about it but fuck it, it was true. She had natural long dark hair down to the small of her back and I had short shoulder length hair so I went out and bought me some hair. Her waist was small while her hips were beautiful child bearing ones, so I went to the gym and asked a personal trainer to kick my body into gear. I sometimes think I could actually pass for her if it weren’t for one thing, she had Yolo and I didn’t.

  She ain’t fucking with you unless you…

  “Damn, it’s momma.” I grimaced before moving to the bedroom to get away from the loud male bonding voices. “Hey ma.”

  “Hey Mink. How’s my grandson?”

  “Momma he’s fine. Why you always calling here asking about him first? Hello, I am your daughter.”

  “Yeah, yeah but you grown. I ain’t gotta worry about you no more.” My momma chuckled. “So what’s going on with you and that boy?”

  “Ugh, momma you know his name. Just like he knows your name, Ms. Pearl. But we are fine.” I said shaking my head at the fact that after all these years of proving her wrong she still didn’t like Cesar.

  “Well you know Flava called me and told me what was going on. Why you can’t seem to keep your legs closed, I’ll never know. That was the problem I had with you when you was younger; always sneakin’ out the damn window…”