Money Is King: The Complete Series

by Nicety

  I walked her back into the kitchen as I unbuttoned her pink silk blouse and raised her tight pencil skirt over her voluptuous plumped ass cheeks. My tongue made its way up to her mouth wanting to taste and tickle hers. Lasha reached under my white tee running her fingers up and down my chest rubbing and massaging at the same time. That shit felt so good that I reached down to check her pussy to see if it was moist for me yet. I hated eating dry pussy. There was something about it that wasn’t appetizing, like it was undercooked to me. But hers was nice and juicy, feeling the stickiness lightly coat my index and middle fingers.

  “You want me to taste that dripping pussy baby?” I whispered in her ear before returning to her neck, sucking like I was a vampire hungry for her sweet nectar.

  “Hell yeah baby. Hell yeah!” She replied scooting her backside up on top of the kitchen counter sitting in the middle of the room.

  It was a perfect setting. I pushed her down on the counter gently preparing to throw those legs back to those shoulders to dig into my breakfast. The juices that were on my fingers, I sucked that off readying them a fresh set. I loved the taste of her. It was like a freshly opened container of cookies and cream ice cream that I craved on a regular. My hands pressed against the back of her thighs running them up to the back of her calves locking her legs in so that her knees hit her shoulder blades.

  I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay.

  Shawty ask'd me for a check, I told that bitch like "no way! "

  Cause I made it from the bottom, it was neva no way.

  And I neva had a job, you know I had to sell YAAAAY!

  Bitch I'm a BOSS!

  “Damn, It’s Yo, baby. Hold on.” I grimaced. “What up fam?”

  “Shit boi. You playing in them hoes’ asses so bad you ain’t called a nigga.” Yolo spat sounding as if he was blowing smoke out his mouth.

  “Naw, nigga. Just trying to enjoy the fruits of my labor. Ya feel me?”

  “Oh yeah. That’s wassup. But it’s back to work motherfucka. You ready, C?” He laughed.

  “Always.”

  “Aight nigga. Come to the office later on. We’ve got much to discuss.” Yolo said.

  “Aye, I’mma make my way there tonight. I know its Friday but I’m sure you can get a few minutes away for business right?” I asked.

  “Eh. Always my nigga.” He replied before hanging up.

  “Is everything cool?” Lasha asked raising her head up from the counter.

  “You just lay your thick ass back down so I can eat my breakfast girl. You know I’m hungry.” I said as we laughed.

  I twerked my tongue on her clitoris, vibrating against it faster than any vibrator could. My intention wasn’t to rush but I knew that time would fly and before I knew it, it would be time to hit the club and handle business. I still needed to get the paperwork done and get everything in place to move Lasha and my son’s shit in this house. Not to mention, I had to make sure Lasha and I were clean for the club tonight.

  Her cum hit the tip of my tongue then spewed out like a water fountain. Her legs trembled like an earthquake. For a minute I thought she was going to wiggle herself right up off the counter. I put my arms along side of her just in case but sucked on that clit hoping to get all of that gooey goodness up out of her. Her screams let me know that she was almost at her peak, trying to hold on for one more round of satisfaction. I gave it to her. Releasing my lips just enough to give her a bit of relief before going dead in again on her clit.

  “Cesar, shit!” She exclaimed.

  There was the peek. I had hit in just two sessions, which was a good record for me even though I preferred to wait until I made her bust at least four or five times. But shit, all that mattered was that she was running like she couldn’t take it anymore. She gripped my head pushing me further into her wetness covering the whole bottom of my face with her cum. I licked off as much as I could before sucking and licking her clit simultaneously to get that last hard bust from her soul. I was there. She let me know by holding that one letter note and gripping the back of my head harder than she had ever done before. I hated to release her but I knew I needed to and as I got up she puffed so heavily it seemed like she might be having a seizure.

  “I don’t know how much more of that I’m going to be able to take with out feeling that nice fat dick, Cesar. That shit is killer, I’m tellin’ you.” She breathed.

  “Naw. You only get to touch it for now. Nothing else. But let’s go baby. We got a lot of shit to do today before we hit the club tonight.” I said moving over to the sink realizing that the house had been vacant so the damn water wasn’t on.

  “Awe, baby you can wash at home.” Lasha laughed as she fixed her skirt and I buttoned her blouse.

  “I know. Shit fuck it I could walk around all day with this scent on my lips and chin.”

  We laughed. It was good to be able to laugh with my girl and not have to worry about her going to get on her knees for the cheese with some random nigga, Lasha was worth more than that and the beauty of it all was that she knew that. Once we had collected ourselves and fixed our clothes, we headed out. I needed to go see my son, but that shit probably wasn’t going to happen until tomorrow because I was in no mood to deal with Mink and her shit. I knew she would still be salty about getting put out so I figured I’d let her get a little breather to calm down before I faced her again. I’m sure by now she was all settled in with her mom’s and shit so I knew she would try to front in front of her. She could sell those woof tickets all she wanted. I would just be there to get my son and bounce.

  Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.

  No telling where it'll take you.

  Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.

  Cause I'm a paper chaser.

  Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)

  Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)

  I had never heard Lasha’s phone ring before. It never rang while I was with her so I found it rather odd that it rang now. But then again I was barely with her before and since now that we were living together, it was something that I knew I would have to get used to. She looked down at it like it was the devil himself, reluctant to hit the button to answer it. I stared at her for a few minutes wondering if she was going to do it, wondering what the hell was the problem. Why she didn’t really want to answer it in front of me or at all was beyond me. But it seemed like she had been hiding something that she desperately wanted to tell me for the longest and it felt like she couldn’t for some reason. That bullshit earlier about her nationality was just a front and I knew it but I let her play her role.

  The phone buzzed wildly this time. She had secretly turned the ringer off as we headed towards the car. It seemed like she figured I wouldn’t notice or at the very least say something about it.

  “Why don’t you answer your phone, babe?” I asked turning to her as I held her car door open. “It’s cool to talk in front of me. I’m not the jealous type like that.”

  “Oh, eh, I know. I’m just thinking it’s not important right now. I’m spending the time I can with you. You know with you being so busy and all.” She explained.

  It sounded like an excuse but I wasn’t in the mood to debate about it. It could very well be the reason but something about her just didn’t seem right. Still, I couldn’t help but try and block it out of my mind. I didn’t want to kick off this relationship with mistrust and accusations. Naw, I’m gonna play it cool until she hangs herself or maybe gives me a reason to confront her. Whatever she’s desperately keeping, her secrets would all come to the light, eventually.

  “So I wasn’t going to say anything but what happened to the old truck?” She asked searching my new 2011 Infinity truck. “Is this what you were in a hurry to rush out and do this morning?”

  “Hell yeah. I wanted to surprise you. What do you think?” I replied with a hint of confidence in my voice.

  “I think you’re the bomb baby. This shit is bangin’. Slick
black on the outside and buttercream on the inside, you know this shit is bangin’!” She smiled caressing the leather interior with the palm of her hand.

  “Excuse me.” I said taking my nine out from under my seat as I opened the glove compartment and tossed it in.

  “Nice gun.” Lasha said coolly.

  “Does that scare you?” I asked about to lock the compartment but dropping the keys under my seat.

  “Scare me?” Lasha laughed hysterically. “I don’t think so.”

  “Well that’s a good thing.” I laughed back relieved that she wasn’t the scary type when it came down to shit like that.

  In my heart, I knew she would for sure be my rider right then. A nigga had been on cloud nine the whole time I was in her presence. She made me feel better than good, better than happy and for that I was beyond grateful. Being a man of few words, I could only show my gratitude rather than tell her. So I had plans for us today and nothing could ruin it, nothing. I noticed her watching the glove compartment like a hawk before she reached her hand under the seat to help me grab the keys. She handed them to me dropping them in my hand without even thinking twice, giving me the sweetest little peck on the cheek.

  “You ready, babe?” She asked me reaching back for her seat belt.

  “Always.”

  Chapter 5- Mink

  She and I stared each other down as if we were preparing for an unspoken yet mutual battle. We both felt the dense tension in the air that was damn near impossible to cut through like thick paned bulletproof glass. Her leg began wiggling nervously like she was itching to get her words out but couldn’t find the right way to do so. I huffed and hissed growing weary of her procrastination wanting her to come on out with it already.

  "What do you want, Flava?" I asked rolling my eyes once more before crossing my arms.

  “A chick called my phone late last night right after Yolo and I had just had sex.” She began.

  “And? The fuck’s that got to do with me? You should be used to hoes calling your phone by now right?”

  “Yeah but this one was talking about she’s pregnant and already has a two year old son with him. She said she’s tired of not being a family with him and wanted him to come home. Like he lives with her or some shit. Anyway, so she thought she’d be a woman and tell me what was going on since he wouldn’t.”

  “Damn! He went and had kids by another bitch, huh? I told you to get your ovaries together before that nigga went somewhere else.” I chuckled, my stomach growing tighter by the minute.

  “Fuck Mink! Can’t you just act like you give a damn about my feelings for one minute? I didn’t tell you this shit so you could stand there and ridicule me.”

  “Then what the fuck you want me to do about it?” My eyebrows curled from anger.

  “Nothing. She said that she would help me confront him to force the truth out of him and make him choose, tonight at his club, Passions.” The hurt she felt resonated in her posture and facial expression as she fought back tears to continue. “He goes to her house every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to spend time with them and fuck her. I don’t know if I can go on with him if he’s got another family, Mink. I just don’t know.”

  I didn’t want to feel sorry for her. She was the biggest conceited bitch in the world to me and here she was sobbing, hoping that I would feel pity and console her. Truth was I was glad he had broken her heart. She had been trying to have kids with him for so long but the doctors told her that her ass is barren and has been for the longest. Her reproductive system was just as lazy as ex-boyfriends described her sex in the bed. The more I looked at her damn near graveling at my feet for help, the more pathetic she began to appear.

  “And you want me to go there and beat the bitch up. Is that it?” I asked.

  “No, I said she’s pregnant and even though we don’t get along, I don’t want to see you locked up. I just want you there just in case she brings some girls and basically just to be my backup. You know, just in case shit goes wrong.” Flava bit her lip nervously. “I swear after all we done been through, Mink, if this shit is true I may fucking kill this nigga. Straight up.”

  “Awe bitch you ain’t gon’ do shit. It takes balls to kill somebody. It takes heart, which are two things you for damn sure don’t got.”

  “Don’t underestimate me, bitch. I may be quiet but I’m deadly too.” She replied squinting her eyes sharply.

  I cackled hard as hell in her face. Who did she think she was scaring with that bum ass look? Certainly not me. She thought she was big shit now that her little feelings were hurt over this nigga but that’s what she got for trying to turn a ho into a house nigga. Deep down I figured she was only in it more for the lifestyle and the dick than she was his heart anyways. At least I thought that before today.

  “Yeah, I’ll roll with you tonight, Flav. Dry your face.” I smirked.

  “I know we haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately but know that if it was you I’d be there in a heartbeat cause we sisters. I love you regardless. You know that right?” Flava said moving in reaching her arms out for a hug.

  “Yeah, yeah.” I responded pushing her away. “A little less sentimental shit, eh.”

  “Right.” She said throwing her eyes to the ground as she made her way into the house.

  Yeah, I would help her tonight. Meanwhile, it will be more to my benefit than hers. She should know me by now and know that I don’t do anything unless it benefits me in some way. I had big plans for tonight and I needed to make sure that I looked even more flawless than she would. I needed all eyes on me so that when I stepped in the club the center of attention would be me and not that damn whiny ass cry baby. Naw, she doesn’t know how to handle a real man. She didn’t realize that even if that stupid broad had kids by him, then that was her problem. If I had that ring that meant I was the bottom bitch and that’s all that mattered. No hoe would be able to come up in my house and put me out for shit. Flava was too weak to have a man like Yolo. A smile ran across my face as I headed for the porch before my phone busted into song.

  “Hello?”

  “Yeah, Mink. I’m just calling you to let you know that I’m coming for my son tomorrow.” Cesar said as if he was telling me rather than asking.

  “Um, how did you know if I had something planned with our son or not?” I countered.

  “Cause you ain’t been doing with shit with him so why should I have reason to think something would be different?”

  “You got jokes I see. Well it just so happens that I have plans with him for tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow is Saturday, Mink. Don’t you have a back to lay on or something?” Cesar snarled.

  “Motherfucka don’t treat me! Me and my man was gonna take CJ to the aquarium tomorrow and go for ice cream.” I lied.

  “Your man? Oh you talkin’ about that nigga I almost permanently put to sleep that day. Oh yeah. Tell his scary ass I said whassup.” He laughed loudly into the receiver.

  “Anyway, we are busy tomorrow so you’ll have to come see him another day.” I snarled back making sure he knew I meant business.

  This nigga thought he was slick. I let him do too much to me already. Now he was trying to run how and when he spent time with my son. If I sued his ass for child support he wouldn’t be able to see him when he wanted so I wasn’t about to let him think he had the upper hand on me. Besides he wasn’t about to come take my son and not spend time with me. He was fucking smokin’ something if he thought he was going to neglect me especially after that shit he pulled with the apartment.

  “Well Monday I have a doctor’s appointment with the OB/GYN. Are you gonna come?”

  “What am I coming for, Mink?” He sighed into the phone. “That ain’t my motherfucking baby. You better check with that other kat. Besides you don’t even know if you’re even really pregnant.”

  “Yes, I do! I took a test last night nigga. I took two of ‘em as a matter of fact and they both said the same thing.” My breathing became manic. “Now you know you we
re the only nigga I let run up in me raw.”

  “How do I know that? Because you said so? Girl, you crazy if you think I’m gonna believe anything you spit out your mouth.”

  “Baby, just hang up on her ass. You know good and well her ass just trying to trap you.” A voice sounded in the background.

  “Who the fuck is that, Cesar? You got some bitch listening in on our motherfucking conversation? This shit ain’t between nobody but me and you so tell your fucking groupies to fall back and shut the fuck up!” I snapped, facial expression growing evil.

  “Man, be quiet. You don’t even know what the fucking you speaking on.” He retorted.

  “Naw, you tell her to be quiet, Cesar. And if you have some bitch around my son I swear to God—“

  “What? You gon’ what?” He breathed. “You ain’t gon’ do shit, but keep yapping your chops. You don’t scare nobody over here, man. Calm the fuck down.”

  “Who is she, Cesar? Huh? I keep asking you and you don’t never wanna answer me.” I begged. “You know who I fuck with. So why can’t I know who you fuck with?”

  “Cause first of all you don’t know what you’re talking about. Second of all, correction. I thought I knew who was running up in that shit. Now, I’m not so sure.” He snickered.

  My eyes focused on the cars riding by wondering if he was going to show up with this broad to my momma's house. I had to admit that I was in pure shock that he was riding around with some bitch in the truck and she had the right to say something in the background while he was on the phone with me. He didn’t even have the common courtesy to let that bitch know her place and tell her to be quiet while he was on the phone with his baby's momma. That shit was so disrespectful and I never played him that way. I felt it. Cesar was having fun with this shit, making me feel like exactly that for all the shit I had done to him. I got it. But it was time he stopped playing these crackhead ass games.