Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway 3: The FAM (Who Wants That Perfect Story Anyway)

by Natavia

  “Please, just let me go! I won’t tell anybody, I swear! I never even saw your face!” I cried.

  “Whop!” he smacked the hell out of me, shutting me up. He then kissed my stomach then traced his tongue around my navel.

  He kissed my lips for the first time and something about the kiss seemed familiar. God, I hope it’s not who I think it is, its fucking impossible. He eased his thick, long dick into me and my body shuddered. He held me in place by cupping his hands under my ass cheeks. He licked my neck as he slowly grinded into me. I just had to lie there and take the dick because I was tied up. As my pussy took all of him in, I cried because of the pain. To just lay here and have something stretching you open hurt like hell.

  “You’re hurting me!” I screamed. He bit my lip and I tasted blood. The more I whimpered, the harder he grinded into me. He slid all the way out of me then slammed his whole length into me, causing my lower body to rise up off of the bed. I screamed from the powerful orgasm he gave me from hitting my spot over and over. My pussy tightened around him and when it did, I could feel him throbbing. He was about to cum. He pumped into me like his life depended on it. The headboard slammed into the wall. I didn’t want to believe a stranger was giving me the best dick I ever had.

  “Ohhhhh… Coreyyyyyyy!” I moaned. He went harder as if he was mad that I called another man’s name out. I didn’t give a fuck, he was going to kill me anyway.

  “Ohhhh… Corey I looovveeee you soooo much!” I whimpered. He gripped my hips, pinning me down under him, giving me all of it. He was balls deep inside of my pussy. I couldn’t help but to think of Corey because when I fucked Ashaun and Mook, I pretended they were him. It was the only way I could cum and relax my body. Only way I could accept another man entering my body was if I closed my eyes and pretended it was him. I was addicted to him. I may not show it at all times but I loved the hell out of him. Corey could tell me to give him ten kids and I might actually do it. I might curse his crazy ass out first.

  I moaned his name again and the man grunted, spilling his seed inside of me. After he was done milking my pussy, I burst into tears. I was embarrassed.

  “You love your nigga, huh, shorty?” he asked, finally talking.

  “Corey?” I asked. He snatched my blindfold off and stood there smirking at me with his sexy ass. But hold the hell up! Did this nigga really just kidnap me and force sex on me?

  “You black motherfucker!” I cried tears of joy. Only this crazy ass fool would do some shit like this. I looked around and noticed we were in our bedroom. He must have taken the back way to our house because I swore we were somewhere in the woods.

  He untied me and I just hugged him tightly while he palmed my ass cheeks. I looked next to the bed and it was whip cream, strawberry syrup, strawberries and a rose sitting on the nightstand.

  “I know the kids are not here, where are they?” I asked.

  “I dropped them off at Jamie’s house. I knew where you were because she told me. You know that girl can’t hold water,” he laughed.

  “We need to talk about this Mook situation,” I told him. I just wanted to get it over with and out of the way.

  “Tee, I don’t want to hear about that shit! That’s why I slapped your ass! I hope you didn’t think I was going to let you get off that easy, did you?” he asked.

  “I thought you were leaving me,” I said.

  “I was thinking about just giving up but I couldn’t. I love your baldheaded ass and as mad as I am about you and that fuck-nigga, I have to get over it. See, niggas like Mook come in handy. He the type to make a female realize what the fuck she has at home even after her man fucks up. I knew what the hell y’all were doing. I seen the text messages and all that. I didn’t think you would fuck him again, but at the same time, I’m not surprised. I told myself I would kill your ass if it happened again but then I realized you were pregnant. I found the test at the top of the trashcan in our bedroom. You must have forgotten that I still have the majority of my shit in this room, so I have to come in here. But you lucky, though, because I was going to say, “fuck everything” and strangle your ass. You don’t know how hard it was for me to keep my cool earlier. But I’m taking some of the blame, too. But you know that nigga is dead, right?” he asked.

  I don’t care what happens to Mook. He fucked up when he put his hands on my little brother and my man.

  “You kidnapped me and had my ass scared. I thought you was a white man,” I told him.

  “I had that pussy wet as hell, though! When you started screaming my name and didn’t even know who I was, I’m like, ‘Oh yeah, she loves me. I’m ready to beat this pussy out of the frame,’” he said cockily.

  “But after you left, I just got to thinking. I’m like, naw I’m not going to beat her ass for fucking that bitch-ass nigga. I’m going to torture her ass and scare the hell out of her before I let her get off so easy. Killa tells me I should kidnap you and fuck your ass and have you think it’s another nigga. He said I should let you go a few days afterwards without you knowing it was me. He was joking but I thought that shit would’ve been funny as fuck!” he said laughing.

  “Your ass just crazy!” I said. That was pure evil but I was turned the hell on.

  “Only love makes a nigga crazy, Teyana,” he said seriously. I pulled him into me. I was standing on my tippy-toes and still couldn’t reach his lips, so he bent down, kissing me. He towered over me, looking into my eyes.

  “You my shorty and that shit with Myla is dead. I can’t change the fact she might be having my baby, but I promise you have nothing to worry about!” he said.

  “We will see. I’m trusting you, Corey, don’t fuck it up!” I told him.

  He rubbed my stomach and smiled. “We stay pregnant, don’t we?” he asked.

  I playfully rolled my eyes ready to walk out of his face, but he grabbed my arm. “I’m going to want two more out of you after this one,” he said seriously. I just looked at him like he was crazy, and then all of a sudden, I felt dumb because I knew I would be giving him two more after this.

  “Well, I hope you have my fucking ring ready! I’m not having four damn kids without being married!”

  “You can get that!” he said seriously. I hated him a few weeks ago and now I was all head over heels in love with him again. I couldn’t live without my Corey.

  “Is the baby okay?” he asked. This crazy ass fool should’ve thought about the baby before she slapped me.

  “Yes, I just had cramping. But I’m only four weeks and before you ask, I missed a lot of my birth-control pills,” I told him. I was in need of a shower. I could feel his semen running down my legs. I thought I was crazy because his crazy ass had my mind gone for what he did. A normal woman would’ve been mad afterwards. I enjoyed it although I was scared out of my mind at first.

  “Our plane leaves in two hours, so you need to hurry up!” he told me.

  “Where are we going? And who’s watching the kids?” I asked.

  “We are going to the Caribbean. Jamie and Killa are watching them so we can have some alone time. We really need some time with each other,” he said.

  I was excited! My man and I alone on an island without the drama was like music to my ears. If I wasn’t pregnant I knew I would’ve come back pregnant.

  Killa

  Jamie and I were laid up in bed and she was cuddled underneath me slightly snoring. Like always, I rubbed my fingers through her hair and there was a big patch missing in the middle. I sat up and turned the light on to wake her up.

  “Hey, shorty, what the fuck happened to your scalp and why that shit has sores on it?” I asked.

  “I permed my hair and it didn’t take well,” she said.

  “Aye yo, don’t lie to me about petty shit because I’m going to start questioning what else you lied about. You don’t even get perms. Why does it feel like someone yanked your hair out of your head? In the past bitches stayed fighting over me. I know what it looks like when someone hair is yanked out their scalp
! So, tell me what the fuck is up! I knew something wasn’t right because you haven’t worn your hair up for a long time. You must have forgotten to put it up tonight,” I told her.

  “Is it that big of a deal?” she snapped.

  “Fucking right it is! The fact that you lied about getting a perm lets me know some shit ain’t right with you! So, what’s up?” I asked.

  “About three weeks ago Ashaun came to my shop. We got into an argument because I finally told him that I was in love with you and I told him about our history. He gets mad and yanks my hair from out of my scalp,” she said. I want to slap the hell out of her because she should’ve been said something.

  I jumped out the bed. “WHY THE FUCK YOU KEEP LETTING THIS MAN GET AWAY WITH SHIT?” I ask, yelling. I knew I woke up Coren and Tee-Tee brothers but I was pissed.

  “I’m your fucking man! You are never supposed to keep shit like this away from me!” I told her.

  “I’m fucking that nigga up!” I said getting dressed. Jamie jumped out of the bed.

  “Baby, wait! He didn’t mean it! He was just mad!” she said defending him. I ignored her because I been wanting to fuck that nigga up for a minute from when he tried charging into me. Ole’ bitch-ass nigga! Pulling hair and shit like he a female. I knew that nigga was a punk. Jamie tried blocking the doorway but I pushed her ass out of my way. What type of man would I be if I keep letting this nigga disrespect her?

  I got in my car and peeled off. I knew where he was at. It was a Friday night so that only meant him and Fitz were at the pool hall. I didn’t care, though, I was fucking that nigga up on sight!

  I walked in and went straight back into the private room. That’s where they gamble at and put money up on the table. Of course, this nigga was the center of attention, waving his money in the air, stunting. It was a hole in the wall place but it stayed crowded; it was the spot to be if you didn’t have shit else to do.

  As soon as I stepped through the crowd, I cocked back and knocked that nigga right on his ass. You could hear “ooh’s” and “ahh’s” being heard from the crowd. He got up then tried swinging back. He missed then I caught him with a hook that made him fall on the pool table. I picked him up and body-slammed him into the Jukebox. They were trying to pull me off of the nigga but I continued to beat his ass. His slick-ass mouth, and the fact he kept calling and texting Jamie with crazy ass shit, pissed me off. I was going through the same shit Royal was going through with Koran. But this situation was different. Jamie didn’t have any kids by this nigga, so he shouldn’t be calling or texting period!

  “You like pulling hair, punk ass nigga?” WHAP! I stole him again. Fitz big ass put me in a bear hug that gave Ashaun a chance to hit me in mouth.

  “Let me go, nigga, or I’m going to body your ass!” I told Fitz. He was cool but I was mad as fuck and Fitz can get my hammers too! He lets me go like I knew he would and Ashaun tried charging towards me but I choke-slammed his ass on the pool table. I put one hand around his neck while I took my right fist and smashed it down on his face. He weakly swung back, hitting my chin. That shit mad me madder. I beat his ass until I knocked him out. His face was fucked up and barely recognizable.

  “Yo, that’s fucked up! We homeboys nigga!” Fitz said, yelling at me.

  “The nigga should’ve never put his fucking hands on my girl! Fuck you worried about his bitch ass for? Get the fuck out my face! Before I knock your big ass out, too!” I told him. I would apologize to him later but when I was not in a good mood. I didn’t don’t give a fuck! He threw his hands up and went back over to Ashaun. Five niggas tried picking him up off the pool table. I laughed as I watched a few of them picking his money up and pocketing it. He had a whole wad in his hand when I first punched him; it flew everywhere.

  I went to my house instead of back to hers because I knew Jamie would’ve been asking a lot of questions. She kept defending this nigga! She should’ve been told me as soon as it happened. Now, I don’t know how many times this fuck nigga done popped on her and threatened her! I was so pissed off I couldn’t be around her. She called me for the tenth time.

  “WHAT?” I answered the phone.

  “Why did you beat him up like that? Fitz just sent me a picture of him! He is barely recognizable!” she cried. See, this was the shit I was talking about with this situation. She in her feelings because I fucked a nigga up for putting his hands on her. Now, if she would’ve told me and I didn’t do shit, I would’ve been a bitch-ass nigga.

  “How about you go tend to your man and get the fuck off my line!” I told her, hanging up.

  She called me I ignored it. She sent me a few text messages and I deleted them before I even opened them up. I took a shower then got into bed. If she kept this shit up, I was going to stop fucking with her!

  I know we rushed the shit but it is what it is, we weren’t strangers to each other. So, yeah I jumped into a relationship with her after she been only divorced for a month. I love the fuck out of that girl but she was selfish at times. I should’ve known she didn’t change after all these years. I believe she loves me but how she shows it sometimes makes me question it.

  I was in bed thinking about how she fucked with my heart a few years ago, the abortion, everything! I was fucked about that for a long-ass time. I hate to sound all sensitive or what not, but that bitch had me cooped up in my room for a few weeks crying over that shit. I was going to forgive her but I needed time, but of course she didn’t wait and was too selfish to understand that I was going through something. She started fucking around with Ashaun, had him picking her up from school and all that! So, I asked myself time and time again why I kept letting this woman get to me. I wasn’t going to trip over it, though, and neither was I going to kiss her ass. She concerned about that fuck nigga, fuck her.

  The next day I felt fucked up how I came at my nigga, Fitz, so I went over to holla at him. I rang his doorbell and Kimmy answered the door. I didn’t like this bitch too much because she was always staring at me and shit.

  “Where is that fat nigga at?” I asked her without speaking to her.

  She looked me up and down lusting over me and I frowned my nose up at her. She wasn’t letting me in, so I walked in, bumping her out of the way. I couldn’t stand Fitz woman and every time he brought her around, I left. That’s one bitch I wouldn’t mind smacking with her loud-ass mouth.

  Fitz was sitting at the kitchen table eating. I daps him up then sat across from him.

  “I’m here to apologize for the way I came at you last night,” I told him. I would’ve fucked his ass up if he hadn’t let me go to finish fucking Ashaun up, though.

  “Yo, you was straight out of line for fucking that nigga up like that! We all are supposed to be niggas and lately it’s been nothing but some bullshit!” he said, eating his bacon.

  “Like I said, yo,’ I came over here to apologize to you and that’s it! If you trying to feel out the situation between me and that fuck nigga then we can dead this conversation. He needed that ass whipping! I’m a grown ass man and no nigga is going to tell me I’m out of line. You know me, nigga, and you know when I put these paws on a nigga it’s for a good-ass reason!” I told him. I was still in a fucked up mood.

  “Yeah you right! But damn, yo,’ you need to get those hands on paper! Become a boxer or something because every time your fist smashed into his face, I felt that shit!” he said.

  “You want something to eat?” Kimmy asked me, licking her lips. Fitz’s ass was weak for this bitch because she did this shit in his face.

  “Naw I’m good thanks, though!” I told her. I will never trust that bitch making my plate. Fitz and I talked for a little bit but it was almost time for me to meet the contractors at my studio for the finishing touches. I got up and used the bathroom before I headed out. I walked in and Kimmy was in there.

  “Oh, shit! My bad!” I said, hurrying up and shutting the door. I had to hurry up and get the hell out of there. Fitz was asking me something but I rushed him off and got into my
car. Niggas out here living foul as fuck.

  I couldn’t believe my nigga Fitz is even going out like that. He knew what I saw when I walked in on Kimmy. He had the dumb look on his face. But he didn’t have shit to worry about because I wasn’t saying shit to nobody. But the next time Kimmy stared me up and down, I had every right to beat her ass!

  I walked around my studio with the contractors admiring their work. Around this time next week, it would be opening. I paid a grip for this place. The equipment wasn’t cheap at all. I had top of the line shit. I couldn’t wait to start signing artists. This was my new hustle. I was leaving this drug shit alone. Only people I shared this with was Corey and Jamie. I wanted it to be a surprise to everyone else. When you a young nigga out in the streets folks don’t expect much from you. I wasn’t trying to be a forty-year-old D-boy years from now.