by Nicety
Rejection was the one thing that I didn’t take too well and Cesar knew that. So for him to just blatantly hang up on me without thought, only heightened the ball of rage I was already feeling inside from his absence. I tossed the phone on the sink like it was nothing as the crashing sound resembled the way my heart felt. My feelings usually got the best of me when I didn’t get my way with someone. He was acting like he didn’t love me anymore, like he had moved on but little did he know that I’m not going out like that. The only way that nigga is getting rid of me is if he kills me and that’s real. I’ll be damned if he takes my money, my dick, and my son.
“Ma? You done with my phone yet? I need to text somebody.” CJ bellowed banging on the bathroom door like he was the SWAT team.
“Ugh, yeah boy.” Disgust rang through my voice. “Here. If your daddy calls you let him speak to your grandma. Tell him she’s got something to tell him.”
“Okay.” He dashed back into the room without a trace to get his text on.
Just because Cesar was being a douche bag about talking to me, didn’t mean that my plan wouldn’t be set in motion. One way or the other that man was going to come back to me and give me the lavish spending life that I deserve. I couldn’t walk fast enough to the kitchen looking over catching my mom in the midst of preparing lunch for Cesar Jr. before she went off to work; homemade cheeseburgers and fries.
“Mmm, my fav. Can I have one ma?”
“Hell naw. Girl you better fix your own. These are for my grandbaby and I already gotta go before I’m late for work.” My mom rushed to put the lid on the final Tupperware bowl before tossing them both on the top shelf in the fridge.
The creases of my lips curled over as they smacked together making the famous sucking sound that drove my mother insane. To keep us from doing it when we were younger she used to tell us it was the mating call of fast tailed little girls. If we didn’t want to be labeled little whores we couldn’t make that sound. It worked for Flava until she was grown but only lasted with me until I graduated eighth grade and sprouted booty and tits like it was wildfire that summer. Boys were on me like white on rice and the attention showed me just exactly what my power was.
“Listen ma, I need you to do me a favor.” I began as I bit my lip hoping to sound as sincere as possible. This lady could sniff out a lie quicker than a crack head on the hunt for a fix.
“I ain’t got no money, Mink. Now I done paid all my bills and the mortgage and since I moved from the suburbs a few years ago you already know the city ain’t cheap. So you better gone and ask one of your little boy toys to hook you up cause I can’t help you.” She rambled.
“MA! It ain’t about money, alright? Dang, why you always gotta take it there?” My voice was raised in anger.
She always took it there. My mother and I never really saw eye to eye so every chance she got she cracked on me. She was always saying little smart ass comments about my lifestyle and what not because she knew it pissed me off. I wanted to tell her that I was so sorry I wasn’t her prize child, the one she always wanted. I was so sorry that I wasn’t her precious Flava. Instead I kept my mouth closed. It was better to let her fester in her own words than to argue with her especially since I needed her to do something for me. As much as it pained me not to fire back at her, I brushed it off.
“I need for you to talk to Cesar and tell him that I’m pregnant…again.” I recited in a somber tone tilting my head down towards the floor as I sat down at the old white country style kitchen table.
“Pregnant? Awe, Mink. Now why did you go and get yourself in a predicament like that when you can barely take care of the one you got?” She slowly slid into the seat across the table from me shaking her head in dismay. “You ain’t lying are you?”
“Lyin—, no! Ma! Why would I lie about something like that?” I slowed my anxious breathing. “I’m about to bring another one of your grandbabies into the world and that’s all you can say to me?”
“Ugh…okay, Mink. Well I hope he takes care of this one too; because if you ask me CJ don’t even look like him. This one might not look like him either. Flava said you were messing up with a good man but I sure didn’t believe her.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean ma?”
“It means you wouldn’t know a good thing if it slapped you in the face, knocked you unconscious then woke you up again staring you square in the eye.” She laughed as she rose from the table to wipe down her marble counter.
“Wait, I thought you didn’t like Cesar.” I asked pressing my lips together smacking them again.
“I never said I didn’t like him. I just didn’t like the lifestyle you all lead. But he seems to have his head on straight enough to take care of his son. I don’t know what it is you are doing.”
“Okay you know what ma, I gotta go. Do you think you can just manage to tell Cesar that when you catch him on the phone with CJ later. Can ya do that, huh?” I asked walking towards the dining room trying to make a dash for the front door.
“Yeah, Mink. I’ll do that for you. Just make sure you know what you’re doing. Now can you do that?” A sniffle came from her face.
I couldn’t see her face clearly because her head was down and she was keeping busy; focusing her eyes to the counter like it was about to disappear on her. Even though I heard sudden faint sniffles, I couldn’t make out if she was crying or just blowing away allergy issues. Either way, her emotion was like the freezer at a grocery store to me, cold as hell.
"I know what I'm doing ma. I'm saving my family." I said walking towards the front door. "Call me after you've talked to him please."
"You ain't gonna say goodbye to your son?"
"He'll be alright. He's being a game head right now anyway."
I scurried out of the door before she was able to make a smart remark that would undoubtedly piss me off. Eager to see what the day had in store for me, I jumped into Cash's car; loving the fact that he was willing to drive me around at the drop of a hat when I needed him to. He didn't trust me well enough with his car yet but I was working on that too. Soon, I was gonna have this nigga living off the juices of my pussy so much that I got the keys to his house he claimed he had in the Hamptons of New York with no problem.
"You all done now?" Cash asked revving up the sun bright yellow Mustang and taking off.
"Well, I thought maybe we could go shopping. You know you like this ass looking good." I laughed hysterically.
"I bet you did think that." He smirked as we began turning down 95th in the direction of Chicago Ridge mall. “I got something to do today though, Mink. I can’t play your man today.”
“What the fuck you mean you can’t play my man? Nigga you belong to me whether you like it or not.”
“Naw, that dude you staying with belongs to you. Remember?” He snarled.
“Ugh, why do you keep bringing that fool up? He ain’t got nothing on you and you already know that.”
“Don’t feed me bullshit, Mink. I know what I am to you and I’m cool with that. Just know that when I’m tired, a nigga is gonna move on.” He snapped. “Trust and believe.”
“And just what do you think you are to me, Cash?”
“Your fuck boy. It’s cool, though. Not every nigga can lay this steel like I do, ya feel me?”
We both chuckled. My chuckle was mainly because he thought he laid the pipe better than any nigga I’ve ever been with. I didn’t really give a shit what his chuckle was about. To keep from laughing sidesplittingly, I turned my attention out the window.
“So is you trickin’ or what, nigga? I ain’t got all day and time definitely is money.” I retorted quickly bringing the conversation back to the question at hand. “A bitch needs a new bag.”
“Hmm. Why don’t you come and put your head on my lap for a little while.” Cash smiled reaching his hand around letting it rest gently on the back of my headrest while the other maintained the steering wheel.
My head swayed his way gradually leaning into his chest
allowing it to roll down to his lap. His jeans were like sandpaper against my soft skin and even though I was in no mood for this I wasn’t going to pretend that I didn’t know why I was down there. My fingers made their way to his zipper, pushing his pants down just enough to reach in and pull out his massive meat. It was cute that he thought that he was bigger than Cesar even though he wasn’t. I didn’t give a fuck what he thought because what he thought didn’t matter. As I adjusted my body, bringing my knees on the seat sitting in a childlike pose and lowered my mouth around his meat, all I could think about was how much money he was about to drop once his nut filled inside my jaws.
I giggled the whole way through at the thought of all the fresh new shit I was about to make this nigga get me. It didn't matter if it was his rent money or not, as long as he was spending that cash that's all I cared about. Now if he could just get his mind off of trying to wife me, I could have it all and still get whatever Cesar had to place at my feet.
Chapter 11- Cesar
The orange Southwest Airlines plane landed back at Midway and as the wheels stumbled to hit the pavement, a piece of me stumbled with it. I loved my city but Miami was for damn sure a well-deserved vacation; even if it was only for no less than 24 hours. I walked past the cockpit stepping off the plane, tired as hell and ready to lay it down for a few hours before I went to check the spot over in Marquette Park. Yolo was a few people behind me yapping away on his phone again as I walked towards the terminal and caught a seat.
“Aye bro. Let’s go.” Yolo pointed as he walked off.
With no luggage, we hailed a cab quick as hell as soon as we made it to the arrivals waiting area. After all of that money he had just gotten, I was wondering just how well he was intending to pay me. All I could think about was Yolo had to have made over $2 million dollars easily from all that ass he had housed up in that high rise out there. After hearing that story about his dad, I couldn’t even fathom what he had going on down there until I walked in to that huge condo with about ten different women walking around half naked and fine as hell. He had all nationalities too, never discriminating, and sold five of them to the highest bidder at a round table discussion setting as the chicks walked around the room advertising themselves.
“Man that was a wild ass ride, Yo. I gotta admit it was the shit, making me not wanna get back on the plane.” I said as he hung up the phone stuffing it down into his pocket.
“Yeah, you liked that shit, huh? How would you like to do it every month?” He asked keeping a straight face, never looking over to me.
“Huh? Every month?”
“I’ll even let you pick the new recruits.”
“What? Man, Yolo you fucking my head up with all this shit here dude.”
“I’m dead ass serious. I’ve got so much going on that I’ve been looking for help with all this shit. Trying to expand to New York and everything. But you can’t let everybody in your business; you know what I mean and them disloyal ass motherfuckas around me gotta be weeded out ya feel me?” Yolo gritted his teeth in anger. “I can’t even trust my own fam.”
“Yeah that shit’s crazy.”
“But you. You came to me from my baby and if she vouched for you then you a nigga I fucks with. Ya feel me, boi?”
“Yeah, I got you Yo. I’m touched and all, you know. I just really wasn’t trying to get deep in this shit like that. I really just wanted to get my feet wet and stay above ground until I could find a gig.” I tried to keep my voice as humble as possible so he knew that I wasn’t ungrateful for the opportunity he had blessed me with.
“Just get your feet wet huh?” He sneered as we made it back to his car, popping the alarm. “Get in. I’mma drive you home.”
“Home? Naw, Yo. I’mma go back to the club and get my car and some rest.” I lied.
Actually, I couldn’t wait to get a moment alone so I could call Lasha and hopefully get her to stay home from work to spend the day with me. I was working off little to no sleep but I didn’t give a fuck. I needed that woman in my arms. If she was cocaine then you could say that I was hooked. Something about her had me locked in a trance and I didn’t care. She gave me everything I had been missing all these years.
“Aight. I’mma drive you to the club but you ain’t stayin’ there nigga. Go home and face that bitch. Get her out of your life for good. A bitch like that ain’t good for shit but getting on her knees whether she’s your baby momma or not.” Yolo snapped.
“Yeah…I know.” It was all I could say. Shit he was right.
“Listen bro. I got a package that I’m personally gonna deliver to you later on though. So stay near the phone cause when I call you, I’ll be on my way to you.”
“Aight, no doubt.”
As we neared the club, my mind shifted over to the reality of his words. That bitch had to go. But I didn’t know just how that was going to happen without hurting my son. She was toxic for him too but he might not be old enough to realize that. Leaning back in the seat as Yolo whipped into the parking lot of the club, her face flashed before my eyes. Lasha.
"Aight, playboy. I'm gon' holla at you in a few hours." Yolo said as I exited his car.
"Aight."
Eager as hell, I reached into my pocket for my phone and quickly dialed her number while unlocking the truck door. The phone just kept ringing and ringing. No answer. I tried it again but got the same thing. A part of me began to get frustrated. It wasn’t like her not to answer the phone regardless of what she was doing. Calming my breathing and anxiety, I just figured maybe she went to the bathroom or was in the shower or something. Even though every fiber of my being just wanted to go clean off believing that she might have been laughing in the face of another dude, I revamped my thoughts. She wasn’t Mink, she was a good girl and I knew she wouldn’t do that to me. Still, my mind was playing tricks on me.
I rang her number again and again but still nothing. My legs couldn’t enter the car fast enough and hit the streets like a racecar demon. Swerving in and out of lanes and dodging red lights I got to her apartment in no time. I headed up to the front door checking out the buzzer before I touched it. My hand was itching to push the hell out of that damn thing until my fingers bled, but I took a second to breathe and then I pushed it slowly.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me girl. Buzz me up.” A sigh of relief exited my body.
“Hey baby. Com’ on up.”
She buzzed me in and as I opened the door, racing up the stairs skipping one step each way to the second floor, I knew I had to have been tripping. But having been cheated on as long as I have, I was already awaiting the bullshit and anticipating finding out bad news. At her door, I knocked lightly trying to gain my composure so I didn’t lead the conversation with my insecurities.
“Hey baby.” She kissed me smelling like some kind of strawberry watermelon scent.
It did nothing but make me hungry for her ass. I took her right there, closing the door behind me. I took her, grabbing her hand pulling her back into my embrace before she could walk off and make up any kind of excuse that she had to do something. I took her, right there in the small corridor that separated her living room from her doorway. We didn’t need a bed, the floor was our bed. All I needed was her and she needed only me to survive. I was tired of not having her to myself.
The veins popped out of my hands because I was grasping her so hard, clenching every bit of juicy thickness in my hands. I squeezed it so tightly that she excreted a small moan hoping for solace but she knew to take it like a big girl. There were bigger better things that she needed to hold that moaning for. Meanwhile I massaged her backside like there was no tomorrow. My lips engulfed hers and if my body could wrap around hers and become one it would have. She didn’t know the kind of built up tension I was going to release into her but soon she would certainly find out.
“Mmm, baby. Wait. Wait please.” Lasha begged placing her arms on my shoulders pushing extra lightly as if she really didn’t want me to stop.
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bsp; “Whassup baby.” I responded, whispering deeply through kisses moving down to nibble roughly on her neck.
“I need to tell you something. Actually a couple of things but one is more important than the other.” She said hoping to calm down my lustful advances.
“I can’t help it baby. I want you so bad. Can’t it wait?”
“No…no it can’t baby. Please, we need to talk.” She winced sounding disappointed in herself that she stopped me.
Lasha grabbed me by the hand, leading me to her microfiber couch and plopped down next to me. I tried my best not to grab any part of her in a sexual manner while she was trying to be serious and talk. That didn’t keep me from licking my lips wanting to munch the fuck out of that pussy or bury my face in between those perfectly perky C cups.
“What I say may come as a shock to you but I need you to know that I didn’t try to lead you on in any way and that I hope this doesn’t change anything between us.” Lasha began.
“Okay girl. You’re scaring the shit out of me. What is it?” I sobered up from my drunken lustful trance quick.
“I’m…I’m….”
“Girl if you about to say what I think you about to say you better back the fuck up off me right now cause I swear to God, I’m gonna beat the brakes off your ass…”
“Will you shut the fuck up so I can speak? Damn!” Her irritation resonated across her face.
“Aight…shoot.” I leaned back into the soft couch hoping I didn’t have to whoop ass and blow chunks at the same damn time.
Right then my phone rang. It was Yolo and I already knew what that meant. I had just left this nigga no less than a few minutes ago and already he was calling to handle some more business. My mind was telling me no, not to answer the damn thing but on the other shoulder I was thinking that business always came before pleasure, even if I was horny as hell and trying to get some.
“Ugh…hold that thought.” I told her as I placed the phone to my ear. “Yo, what up?”
“Yeah, C, change of plans. Something’s come up and we need to take care of the lil spot over there on 65th. I’ll hand you your luggage there. Meet me at the spot over there by opening tonight, ya feel me?” He growled sounding raspy as hell.
