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

by Natavia

  After I hung up and I read a text from Royal. It read:

  I can’t wait to make you my wife Beautiful!

  As my father escorted me down the aisle, Keyshia Cole’s song “Sent from Heaven” played.

  “Now you can wait your whole life wondering

  When it’s gonna come or where it’s been

  You may have got your heart broken

  A few times in the past

  Never last as strong as it use to,

  Don’t feel as good as it used to (before)

  And all the things you used to say,

  Things you used to do, went right out the door.

  Tears slipped out of my eyes while I sang the words in my head. Royal stood there along with Killa, Corey, Leodonis, and Rico. Fitz had moved away and nobody knew where Ashaun was. It was like he all of a sudden got up and left. His family put out a missing report on him, but it was like, he just up and disappeared. Koran and Tyran were sitting next to each other in the front row. She was actually a cool chick. You would have never known from the way she was running Jamie through hell. They were officially a couple now and I was happy for them.

  Tee-Tee, Tataliscious, and Raja were bridesmaids. Their dresses were similar to mine but they didn’t have the beads. It also wasn’t as long as mine. The guys had on pinstriped suits. I must admit, they all looked good, especially my man. He was the only one who had on a hat that was slightly tilted to the side and a red rose in his jacket pocket. This was a 1950s wedding. It was all Pam and my mother’s idea.

  I was nervous because he was staring into my eyes, giving me butterflies.

  As the pastor began the ceremony, I started crying hard, like a big-ass baby. I would have never imagined Royal becoming my husband. We said our vows and exchanged rings. When the pastor told Royal he could kiss me, he gave me one of those nasty tongue kisses, squeezing my ass. He knew his ass was doing too much in front of all of these people.

  “Girlll, I need to get out of this damn dress! My damn stomach is suffocating!” Tee-Tee said, rubbing her baby pouch.

  “Stop getting pregnant then! Your ass is going to end up just like Keisha!” Tataliscious said.

  The wedding reception was crowded. It had to be around three hundred people maybe more. I think fifty of them were security.

  “Tataliscious just mad because he can’t push a baby out of his fake-ass pussy. He spent all that money on it and it’s still worthless!” Raja told him making us laugh, including him.

  “Umm, Raja, look at your baby daddy on the dance floor freaking that chicken head!” Tataliscious instigated.

  “Fuck him! I couldn’t stand that nigga!” Raja spat. Rico noticed us staring at him and walked over. I was ready to walk away because he was too damn much at times. His young ass irritated me. He still didn’t know about what Raja and Fitz did. I hoped the baby was really his because I could see him killing her.

  “What’s good, baby mama?” Rico asked, rubbing her belly. Raja squinted her eyes at him, mugging him.

  “Nigga, would you leave me the fuck alone!” she snapped.

  “Nigga, get the fuck away from us! Don’t you see grown folks are over here talking? Go on now, for I whip your little ass! Leave Raja alone!” Tee-Tee spat. Tee-Tee was protective over Raja, and one day, I asked her why she treated Raja like a child. She told me Raja was her little ghetto-walking doll baby.

  “You know y’all some snappy-ass broads! Y’all need to be more like Cam! Tee-Tee, on the real, mind your damn business because that right there,” he pointed to Raja, “is all me!” he told her. Tee-Tee rolled her eyes then got up, probably searching for Corey. She couldn’t keep him out of her sight.

  “Ain’t that right, boo?” he asked Raja kissing her lips and she mushed him. He bopped away laughing and I had to laugh because he was smooth for his age.

  “Raja cut him some slack! You know you like him,” I told her.

  “He ain’t shit!” she said chewing her fried chicken.

  Miguel’s “Adore You” started playing and Royal came to escort me to the dance floor.

  “I hope you’re ready for tonight because I’m tearing that pussy up!” Royals said in my ear as we slow-danced.

  “Why is your mouth so nasty?” I laughed.

  “Come on, Mrs. Kane, you know you like that shit!” He kissed my neck, holding me closer. I hope you don’t come back pregnant again from our honeymoon.

  “Royal, chill out before you get me all hot and bothered. We got people around us and you groping me with your dick pressed against my leg,” I told him.

  “Let’s go to the private bathroom they got reserved for us,” he said.

  “Seriously?” I asked.

  “Yes, seriously!” I looked around to see if anyone was looking at us as I followed him. He grabbed the half-gallon of Hennessey from the liquor bar before leaving out of the dance room.

  We walked down the steps and down a quiet hall. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

  “We got to hurry up before they start looking for us!” I told him undoing his pants while I kissed him. I gently bit his lips and he grabbed my ass with his strong hands opening up my floodgates.

  He pushed me against the door and reached under my dress. “What the fuck you got under here, Cam? A bulletproof vest?” he said as he struggled to undress me. I laughed because it was my slip and girdle underneath. After he finished undressing me, he pulled me toward the countertop. He grabbed both my legs and lifted me up then set me down. He popped the top off the Henny then guzzled it. He grabbed my face and I opened my mouth as he slowly poured the cognac down my throat. After he was done, he kissed me, slipping his warm tongue down my throat.

  “Lean back, shorty, and put that ass over the sink,” he told me. I did what I was told. He cocked my legs open then poured the Henny down my pussy. When he bent down and started slurping, I leaned further back until my back was against the mirror.

  He covered my whole pussy with his mouth while his tongue slowly danced around my clit. He gently pulled my swollen bud into his mouth, popped it back out, then repeated it all over again. He poured the Henny down my pussy, again, lapping it up while staring into eyes.

  “Ohhhhhh babbbyyyy!” I screamed squirting. He moaned as I came, making me come even harder. A chill ran through my body giving me goose bumps and making my nipples ache to be sucked. Royal took another gulp then poured more down my throat. I was a wine person so I wasn’t into the hard shit. I was tipsy already.

  “We got to go back because I know they are looking for us,” he said then grinned, teasing me.

  I pulled him towards me, wrapping my legs around his waist. His pants were already undone so I pulled them down to free his huge, black dick. I guided him into me and my pussy slowly sucked him in. He groaned as he slowly pulled it in and out of me.

  “Fuck, Cam! I feel like I’m ready be a one-minute man!” he said, grinding into my spot. I leaned back as he held my legs wide open, pushing in and out of me. It hurt a little because of his size but it was a pain that I was addicted to.

  He leaned forward flicking his tongue across my nipple as his hand slowly caresses the other one.

  “Honey, I know you like to make love to me but please just fuck me! I can’t take it!” I moaned. I just wanted him to fuck me long, hard and rough like the night he did when I stripped for him.

  He stood straight up, sliding me down the edge of the counter and my ass was hanging half-way off. He put my legs over the crook of his arms and pounded into my pussy, making me scream. He was ready to knock down my walls like they did in that movie “The Women of Brewster Place.”

  “This what you want? Damn, my pussy good! That’s right, shorty, milk this dick!” he said, biting his bottom lip. I loved when he did that. It made his ass looks sexier and I didn’t even think that was possible.

  “Cam, are you in there? It’s time to dance with your father!” My mother banged on the door as I moaned from coming again.

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�I hope you tell him to pull out because I am not watching anymore of y’all damn kids!” my mom said.

  Royal grunted and I stuffed a hand towel in his mouth. Although my mother knew what we were doing, it was still embarrassing that she caught us but we still couldn’t stop.

  “I’m giving y’all ten minutes until y’all are done! Royal, you know better! That’s what honeymoons are for!” she fussed and I could hear her heels clicking away. After he filled me up, we burst into laughter.

  “Damn, that was good!” he said, placing sloppy kisses all over me. I loved my father and all, but they just had to wait because we were not done yet.

  “Another round?” he asked letting me down.

  I turned around then bent over the sink. “What you think?” I asked. He guided himself into me and fucked me until my knees gave out on me.

  After we cleaned up, we headed back and everyone was looking at us. I blushed because they were all smirking and Corey just couldn’t be quiet. “Damn, nigga, you got dried pussy juice all in the corner of your lips!” he said to Royal.

  Royal just smiled. “You jealous, nigga?” and Corey laughed.

  “Y’all are some damn freaks! Having people looking for y’all! Cam, are you drunk?” Tee-Tee said, squinting her eyes at me.

  I waved her off and when Luther Vandross’s “Dance with my Father” came on, I joined my daddy on the dance floor. I didn’t want to talk too much because I had my husband’s dick on my breath. After the guys gave Royal a toast, I was so ready to go on our honeymoon. R.J and Parker were staying with my parents until we got back. My mom complained but truth is, she loved having them.

  After I kissed my friends and family goodbye, Royal and I got into our stretch-limo Maybach heading to the airport. We were going to Venice, Italy for two weeks. It was a romantic city and I couldn’t wait until we got there. Two weeks alone with my husband, y’all pray for me!

  Epilogue: Jamie

  One year later…

  “Killa, don’t forget their diaper bag!” I said to him. We were heading over to Royal and Cam’s house because it was Parker’s third birthday.

  I ended up having twin girls. Their names were Janae and Joni and they were only three months old. I stayed on bed rest the entire time and Killa was right by my side. He now had the number-one record label. My man blew up in that short amount of time. He got over me lying to him about being pregnant but I guess, since I really was pregnant, I technically didn’t lie.

  Ashaun’s body was found a few months ago, floating in the Potomac River. He was murdered but no one had any clues as to what happened. Cali had to move because she was getting threats saying that she was the cause of it. Rumor had it, Cali had set a few niggas up to get robbed and killed before she got with Ashaun. I heard she lost the baby because of stress and I felt sorry for her because I knew what that felt like.

  I was saddened about Ashaun, though, because a part of me did care for him, plus, he was like family. He couldn’t even have an open casket because his body was badly bloated and unrecognizable.

  Killa came down the steps with their bags and grabbed their carriers. He was a good, family man and I couldn’t ask for a better one. I loved the hell out of him and I let him love me, too. I was no longer working at my salon because I became a full-time mom. I let Tataliscious run Fountain of Youth and I just recently opened up another one in D.C. I would have to hire someone for that location. I was thinking Raja but that would be too much for her, and people might take advantage of her. Tee-Tee had a small clothing store now. It was a boutique that sold clothes for full-figured women, so asking her was out of the question.

  “Let me see my godbabies!” Cam said, grabbing the carriers from Killa. I hugged A.J and kissed him on the cheek. Tyran came around a lot so she always had A.J with her. She and Koran were still going strong. He stepped up in a major way helping her with her son. I never thought he would have the heart to do something like that after the way he did Cam and Parker, but people do change.

  I set Parker’s gifts on the table and walked into the kitchen.

  “Heyyyyy Divas!” I said, pouring a glass of wine.

  “Heyyyyy,” they sang back. Raja was sitting down holding her baby and he looked just like Rico. They became just like Tee-Tee and Corey all over again. He was just a little more laid back but he was a straight-up manwhore.

  “Those damn babies are spoiled as fuck!” Corey said to me, coming into the kitchen.

  I laughed. “Naw, seriously, they wouldn’t let me hold them. Soon as I picked Janae up, she started crying. That one there is going to be a brat, just like you! I can see that shit now! I’m telling you right now, when she starts talking and getting smart, I’m beating her little ass!” he said, picking up Raja’s son, Zymon. Corey was mean, loud, and ignorant but he loved kids. He even babysat sometimes when he was in a good mood with his crazy ass.

  Parker walked into the kitchen with her long pigtails and colorful tutu and jean button-up shirt. She had on pink leggings underneath and purple Chuck Taylor’s on her feet.

  “Aunt Jamie, where my gifts at?” she asked. She was too damn spoiled and it was all Royal’s fault. She had diamond studs in her ears and a tennis bracelet on that would make a grown woman mad.

  “Girl, don’t you have any damn manners? Say ‘Hi’ first!” Corey snapped and she rolled her eyes at him.

  “Cam, you better get your ass in here and get this grown-ass little girl!” Corey said, making us laugh.

  Tee-Tee was holding Cara and feeding her. They had another girl and I could see why Corey always took to Raja’s son and A.J because he really wanted a boy. Cara looked more like Tee-Tee but she had Corey’s hair. Before Corey got dreads he had thick, curly hair.

  “Damn, Tee-Tee, that’s why we need a boy because you be jacking her ponytails up! Look at that shit! Her parts are crooked!” he said when Coren walked into the kitchen. Tee-Tee was terrible at doing hair.

  “We ready to go out here with the niggas! Your short-ass mama be having you under too many girls!” Corey said, walking out with Zymon in his arms.

  “Where is Royal?” I asked.

  “On the phone with a lawyer!” Tee-Tee said.

  “What the fuck happened?” I asked.

  “That bitch, Alita, trying to sue Cam for assault! Says she can’t hear out of her left ear because Cam beat her ass!” Tyran answered.

  “That was how long ago?” I asked.

  “You can sue anyone at any time! It doesn’t matter how old it is! She got fired because of that shit with Cam and Royal. Leodonis had something to do with her not being able to work in Cuba. Home girl just wants to get paid,” Tee-Tee said.

  “Royal is going to take care of it!” I said sipping my wine and something caught my eye.

  “Wait a minute, bitch!” I said grabbing Tee-Tee’s hand and she smiled.

  “When did this happen?” I asked, looking at her engagement ring. Corey done put a serious rock on her finger.

  “I’m glad you noticed! But last night, girl, we went out to dinner and, girl, all of a sudden, this nigga got down on one knee and said, “Your baldheaded ass marrying me or not!” We fell out laughing because Corey didn’t know any better.

  “Well, congratulations! Girl, y’all going to make me cry! My little brother is growing up!” I said, wiping my eyes.

  “Now, it’s just you and Killa’s turn!” Tyran said.

  “Killa and I are on good terms but I’m not trying to rush it. We love each other dearly, but I been married before and I’m just trying to move slow, that’s all”.

  “What’s going on with you and Koran?” Raja asked.

  “We are in love, y’all! I mean, the damn man is just perfect for me! We just moved in together and he is the best thing that happened to me!” she said.

  “Just make sure I get my invitation when y’all jump the broom,” I told her.

  Raja’s phone rang and she looked at it but didn’t answer it. I knew it had to been Rico’s possessive as
s. Between Tee-Tee and Rico, she didn’t have a chance. Tee-Tee acted like her damn mother at times until Raja got mad at her.

  Tataliscious came into the kitchen. “What I miss? Pour the wine and let’s gossip! I done fired poor Miss Keisha girrlllll, today!” he said.

  “For what?” I asked because she brought in good clients.

  “That bitch done came for me today, hunttyyyy! I told Keisha, ‘Hunty, if I didn’t send for you, please don’t come for me!’ I was not in the mood, and guess who she called me?” he asked.

  “Who?” We were on the verge of our seats.