“You’re like the hood Santa Claus.” She laughed. “I know all them people are happy they got a free tree tonight.”
“Just call a nigga Santa AK.” I leaned back in my seat, eyeing my wife with her pretty ass, as I licked my lips.
“That was sexy how you did that. It shouldn’t turn me on, but it did.” She licked her full lips before reaching her small hand into my lap to pull my dick from my sweats.
Just as she took me into her mouth, the light turned green, so I pulled off, trying my best to focus on the road as she sucked me up. Her mouth was drenched as a muthafucka and she was working her jaws while letting the head of my dick bump the back of her throat.
“Oh fuck,” I mumbled lowly as she massaged the base of my dick while deep throating the rest, twirling her tongue along the head of my dick here and there.
I swerved out my lane a little bit, causing me to clear my throat and blink repeatedly a couple times in order to concentrate. But when Draylah sped up, sucking the life out my shit, before dropping down to lick my balls, I ended up crossing about six damn lanes, cutting niggas off in the process so I could pull over.
“Shit,” I groaned, gripping her soft ass hair to fuck her face a little bit, and inhaling her perfume that wafted through the air every time she moved. “Aye, come here.” I pulled her off my dick by her hair and she just stared at me, panting with that innocent ass face. “You so fucking nasty.” I started to suck her lips, while pulling her into my lap so she could straddle me.
Once she was in place with her pussy right on my dick, I pushed her top down to expose her perfectly round breasts, before devouring her nipples.
***
Just two days later…
I was inside one of the studio rooms located in the Blood Money building so I could listen back to what Drew and Rev had recorded so far. MG was here too, but just on some chill shit.
“Aye, I like this one, but the beat is way too fucking loud,” I admitted, and Rev nodded his head, writing down in his notepad. Nigga was annoying as fuck, but I fucked with the fact that he took this shit seriously.
“I kind of fuck with this too.” MG continued to bob his head to the song, as Drew’s vocals poured through the speakers.
“Thanks, G.” Drew reached over to dap him up.
“Also—” Before I could finish my sentence, the door to the studio burst open, and in walked my wife in some tights and a hoodie, but it was showing her damn stomach, and the Givenchy sneakers I’d gotten her for her birthday. She had the hood on, but her hair was coming through on one side only. She looked beautiful as usual, but I noticed her facial expression was off. “Baby—”
“I need to talk to you,” she cut me off sternly.
“Aight. Go to the room next door and I’ll be there in a second.”
“No, we’re gonna talk right here, right fucking now!” she snapped.
Calmly but sternly, I replied, “No, we gon’ talk when I’m done, and next door.” I kept my eyes on hers so that she’d know I wasn’t playing, and without another word, she left out of the room.
“Ooh, nigga, you in trouble,” Rev decided to comment as he sat at the mixer beside me.
Turning to him slowly, I said, “Shut yo’ cabbage water smelling ass up and keep ya muthafuckin’ focus on the song, nigga. When you can keep ya bitch off another’s nigga dick, then you can comment on me… maybe.”
As MG and Drew laughed, I stood up to go see what was wrong with my damn wife and why she’d come in here like she’d lost her fucking mind. But before I could even take a step, she came right back in.
“Why the fuck are you buying condoms!” she yelled angrily.
“Draylah, calm yo’ ass down and—”
“Oh shit!” Rev, MG, and Drew all shouted simultaneously when Draylah pulled a big ass chef’s knife from her purse.
“Draylah, chill!” MG added, scared as fuck.
“Don’t tell my wife to chill, nigga,” I told him.
“She got a fucking knife!” MG hollered.
“I don’t give a fuck if she had a AR to yo’ chest, nigga!” I roared. “Don’t tell my fucking wife to do shit!”
I was already heated, and now this nigga was testing me. No other nigga was about to check my muthafuckin’ wife unless his name was Jesus Christ. And even then, I wouldn’t like it, but I just wouldn’t say shit.
“Both these niggas crazy, man,” MG mumbled before exhaling heavily.
“Answer the question, Frederick!” Draylah barked, looking like she was ready to murder us all in this bitch.
“Fuck you gon’ do with that shit, huh? Kill me?” I hollered, pissed the fuck off for more reasons than one.
“Fuck you! I hate you!” She tossed the fucking knife like a maniac, but I moved slightly and just in time.
“Ah!” Rev shouted, and when I turned to him, I’d seen that the knife had hit and lodged into his shoulder. Fucking Draylah; she had aim like Jackie Robinson.
“Call the fucking ambulance for his ass!” I said to no one in particular as I left the studio to chase Draylah.
I caught her right by the elevator, and as soon as I touched her, she started taking off on ya boy. After a few moments, I’d restrained her little ass enough to carry her to the studio room I’d originally told her psycho ass to wait in.
“Why did you buy condoms!” she shouted her same question as I closed the door after putting her down.
“I didn’t buy no muthafuckin’ condoms! What is you talking about!” I was legit confused and angry as fuck.
“Yes you did! I found this in your jeans, you lying ass nigga!” She grabbed the receipt from her hoodie pocket and tossed it to me. “All that shit you talk and it’s nothing but lies! How you love me too much to fuck around, and how you only wanna fuck with me!” Draylah continued to go ham as I un-balled the receipt to look it over, wearing a scowl. I sighed once I realized it was from when I bought that damn box of condoms for Drew’s ass.
“Calm the fuck down so I can talk.”
“No, I’m no—”
“Draylah, I’m not gon’ tell you again,” I stated seriously so she’d know that again… I wasn’t fucking around. She stopped talking, and before I could open my mouth, she started crying. “Aye, baby, come here.” I moved her way and slipped my arm around her small waist before kissing her already wet lips.
“Frederick.” She cried lowly, frowning her face and turning away before I could kiss her again. She nudged me off her, moving my arm from being around her body.
I tried to grab her hand, but she snatched it, so I grabbed it back again, holding it more tightly this damn time, and then sat down on the couch, pulling her mean ass into my lap as I did so. She leaned back some so that now I was sort of cradling her ass like a baby. “Listen...” I kissed her nose, holding her. “I bought the condoms for Drew because he got into some shit that I didn’t want him getting into again.”
“You lie,” she whimpered, sounding exactly like our baby Camellia as she sat up. She stared off to the side, not wanting to look at me.
Gripping her chin between my pointer finger and thumb, I turned her face so that our eyes met.
“I’m not lying to you. I bought the shit for him.” I kissed her neck again, pulling her body closer into mine. “You know what the fuck I tell you all the time. And besides, the fact that I love you and respect you as my fucking wife, we homies, meaning I ain’t about to give one of these dry pussy ass females the option to say they fucked with me while I was with you.” She started to caress the side of my face, so I kissed her lips, not giving a fuck about the sticky shit on them and how they were wet from her tears. “You more than just my wife, Dray, you my nigga.” She grinned when I said that, so I shot her one back. “And like I told yo’ ass before, what good would I be to any muthafucka if I betray you of all people; someone I hold up so highly?”
“I just… I saw red when I saw the receipt and what was on it. You have to remember that you’re a married man, Frederick, so y
ou can’t just be buying condoms and leaving receipts around.”
“You right. But you gotta remember I ain’t one of them little ass boys that you were fucking with before me. If I say I love you and I’m gon’ do right by you, then that’s what the fuck I mean.”
As soon as the last word left my mouth, Draylah had her damn tongue down my throat. Groping her nice fat ass, I tongued her ass down good, ready to kill the pussy right then.
“You hate me now, huh?” She smirked after pulling away just a little, knowing damn well I didn’t hate her muthafuckin’ ass.
“Nah, I love you, I just fuck you like I hate you.”
“See, and that’s why I’m showing up with knives on me now, nigga.” She sniffled and giggled innocently as if she hadn’t just low-key stabbed Rev, amid trying to stab me. She locked her arms around my neck and pecked me. “I just love you so much… too much.”
“You was really gon’ stab my ass up?” I asked, squeezing her round ass in my hands as she straddled my lap.
“Yes, but I was gonna call 911 after. I just wanted you to bleed out some and suffer, but then live.”
“Fuck kind of shit is that?” I furrowed my brows as she cackled loudly with her demented ass. “But at least you wasn’t gon’ leave a nigga.”
“Yes I was.”
“No you wasn’t.”
“Yes I was!”
“No the fuck you wasn’t.”
“Yep. I was gonna take the kids and run off with a new nigga.” She half smiled.
“And I was gon’ find y’all ass, chop his bitch ass up in front you, and then toss yo’ ass over a muthafuckin’ cliff.”
“You’d toss me over a cliff?”
“If you let another nigga see my pussy and try to play daddy to my fucking kids, you damn right.”
“Dang, Ricky, just if he sees it, I gotta go over a cliff?”
“I don’t want another muthafucka seeing, smelling, tasting, or being up in it.” I bit my lip and looked her over for a minute as she sat in my lap, facing me. With my voice a bit lower, I added, “That’s my pussy, and I’m the only nigga that’s gon’ be doing anything to or with it.” I wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her into my chest some more as I started to suck on the side of her neck.
Snickering, she said, “Stop, Ricky. You know that turns me on and you have to work, so I can’t get any dick.”
“I can fuck you—”
The sound of the ambulance sirens cut me off, so Draylah and I got up to see Rev out. Standing by, we watched the EMT’s come in and help Rev’s old dramatic ass out while questioning him. I’d been stabbed way deeper than his ass and wasn’t sweating and crying like his bitch ass.
On his way out with the EMT’s, Rev looked at Draylah like she was the craziest woman in the world.
She was, but that was mine.
Bia
The next morning…
Draylah and I were at this pole dancing class, something we went to twice a week. It was fun and a nice workout too. We mainly did it because it was our way of letting our inner hoe out without our husbands killing us. Virginia and Kattlyn usually came too, but Kattlyn was out of town until later today, and Virginia had to handle some business, so she couldn’t make it.
“Why do you seem so down lately?” Draylah asked as we stretched. “I’m used to you being all bubbly, and you haven’t been for a little minute.”
“Kito is cheating,” I blurted out, but lowly because these bitches in the class knew who Draylah and I were, and I didn’t need my business all over L.A. I thought after Qamar and I split, people would stop caring about me, but that was far from the truth.
“I don’t believe it.” Her brows dipped. “Are you sure?”
“I saw that he purchased roses on his credit card statement, and I don’t have any damn roses in my possession.” I raised a brow, causing her mouth to open slightly.
“Maybe he got them for his mother; they’re close.”
“Yeah, she and I are close too, and I asked her if Kito got her some roses, and she told me no.”
I’d been keeping a pretty close eye on Kito’s ass because I was hung up on catching him in the act. I didn’t want to just bring it to him where he could deny it; I wanted to catch that nigga with the smoking gun in his hand. However, I hadn’t been lucky, because every time he left the house to say he was going somewhere, he wasn’t lying. A part of me felt like he knew I was onto his ass, so he was falling back from his mistress. Mistress. Wait until I find out who that bitch is, it’s over for her.
“So why isn’t he dead yet?”
“Draylah!” I giggled, even though I was sure she was serious.
“Damn, Bia. Well maybe just ask him why the fuck are roses being purchased and who are they for.”
“I would, but I feel like he’ll warn the hoe that I know what’s up and then they will get over on me.”
“Wow, I need to get like you, bitch. I would have been rolled up on Ricky trying to kill him.”
“Yes, I know.” I laughed, thinking about her knife story.
The instructor was ready for us to start, and since today we were doing solos, she read off the order we’d go in. After we all danced, Draylah and I left to have a light lunch and then went our separate ways so we could get cleaned up.
When I got home, I hopped right in the shower, but I didn’t even get a chance to completely wet my body before everything I’d just had for lunch decided to come up. I quickly pushed the shower door open, and darted to the toilet before letting everything come flying out. Once I was sure I was finished puking my damn guts out, I stood up to flush the toilet and then went to stand in front of the double sink with the mirrors above them. The shower water running played as the background music to my rampant thoughts.
At the moment, I wanted to burst into tears because I already knew what this violent case of vomiting meant; I was pregnant. I’d only regurgitated like that once before, and it was when I was pregnant with my son.
“Fuck!” I shouted before finally going back to finish my shower.
Once I was done, I brushed my teeth and then went to slip into a simple tube dress because I wasn’t in the mood to dress up. After tying up my wild, curly blonde hair, I slipped my feet into my Gucci slides and then made my way to the back house that my mother and Taya were in so I could get my baby.
“Hi, Mommy!” Kito Jr. smiled widely when he saw me, jumping down out of Taya’s lap and rushing to me. Seeing him reminded me of how much I loved being a mother, and for a moment I felt like being pregnant wasn’t so bad. Hell, had my husband not been cheating on me, I would be ecstatic right now.
“Hi, baby. You wanna come to the store with me?” I kissed his forehead, rubbing his hair back; it was just like mine, only black. That was all he got from me, because the rest was his father; from his chocolate skin to those slanted eyes.
“We get cookies?”
“Yes.” I chuckled. “Did you guys want anything?” I asked my mom and Taya who were still on the couch.
“Nope, but did you want some company?” Taya offered.
“Yeah, sure.” Taya had been living on campus and rarely came home, so it was good to have her here for Christmas break.
“Bring me some instant coffee, please,” my mother replied.
“Okay.”
Taya, KJ, and I left the house and headed to Ralph’s grocery store. While Taya went to grab my mom’s instant coffee, I grabbed a basket and placed my son in the little seat up front. Right there by us was a container of cookies, and as soon as he saw them, he began begging.
“Okay, okay.” I sighed, handing him the container and smiling when I watched him struggle to open it. I eventually opened them for him.
“Bia,” a woman’s voice called my name. It wasn’t a familiar one though, so I wasn’t sure how they knew me. Turning in her direction, I rolled my eyes when I saw it was Genesis.
“Yes?” I quizzed warily.
“I was umm, I was just saying hi. I ho
pe there is no bad blood between us or anything.”
“Why would there be?” I cocked my head.
Shrugging, she said, “I don’t know. I guess because I’m married to your ex. I know sometimes it can make things tense.”
I chuckled a little harder than I’d expected to.
“You mean the ex that I have a restraining order against? Trust me, I am totally fine with you being married to him.” I snickered a bit more at the fact that she actually thought her marrying Qamar would have an effect on me in any way, shape, or form.
“Oh well… good.”
“Yep.” I started pushing the cart when I saw my sister making her way towards me from a distance.
“Hey! I wanted to ask you something, maybe get a little bit of advice, if it’s okay,” Genesis called to my back.
Glancing over my shoulder, I stared into her face for a few seconds. She was easy to read, and I could tell she was very innocent and naive. She and her husband were perfect for each other because that’s the kind of woman he needed; someone easy to manipulate and control.
“What?” I replied.
She moved a little closer to me, fixing the blanket covering her sleeping son. He was a cutie pie, and very chubby. He favored Qamar a lot, just like Lace and Qadeem, his other sons that he tried to pretend didn’t exist.
“His name is Qamar Jr.” Genesis grinned widely when she saw me looking at him. I could tell she loved her baby, and for some reason, I was thanking God for that. It was good to know that, that baby had at least one parent that loved them. True enough, I hadn’t spoken to or seen Qamar in years, but I highly doubted he was father of the year to even this one. “So I was thinking about going to school for business. I want to open up my own business eventually like Draylah.”
“That’s great… so do it.” I gave her a look, not sure why the fuck she needed me for this.
“I will start on your list,” Taya said, tired of standing there.
“Yes, but see, my husband said I can’t go to school. And I umm, I was wondering if you had some ideas on how I can maybe sneak and do it. Or—”
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