Falling For A Hood King

by Shvonne Latrice

  Shit, if Hugo wasn't gon’ get the connect, then why couldn't I? What's the point of wasting a good ass connect?

  "So what do you say, Mr. Julius? Do you wanna make some real fucking money and take over? The streets in Charleston are dry as hell right now. I know you knew that, cause you smart and you loyal. You'd rather work your way up in an unfamiliar place, than step on the toes of those that have been good to you. That's the kind of muthafuckas I want to work with," he said.

  "I need to think, I can't do Hugo like that," I said, shaking my head.

  Bart held up one finger, as he pulled out his Blackberry. He started dialing on it, and then showed me the number he was dialing. I saw it was Hugo's, and mouthed okay? The phone started to ring, and I could hear clearly, although it was a little party going on around us.

  "Bart, my man!" Hugo boomed through. Bart put a finger up to his mouth, to tell me to be quiet.

  "Hey Hugo man, I'm not sure if our little deal is gonna work," Bart said.

  "What? Why? You've met with my worker already?" he asked. Worker? Get the fuck outta here, I thought.

  "Yes, yes I have, and that's the problem. I didn't mesh well with him, and if you want to work with me, you need to get rid of him," Bart said, smiling at me. What was going on?

  "Done," Hugo replied, and surprised the fuck out of me.

  "Great, well let me know when you let him go, and call me back," Bart said.

  "Got you," Hugo said, and they disconnected.

  "Now you see, some people don't deserve such loyalty, such as him. He didn't even try to fight for you," Bart said, putting his Blackberry away.

  I shook my head as the waitress brought over our refilled drinks. I raised mine in the air, "To getting this fucking money," I said.

  "Hell yeah!" Bart laughed as we clinked glasses.

  "Now Bart, my nigga, all the money you got and you rocking a Blackberry?" I smiled.

  "Look I can't get into all that touchscreen shit! I'm old school, I'd take a 2-way if they had it!" he said, and we laughed in unison.

  I stayed and mingled for a while, meeting with a couple people, including Bart's wife and daughters. His daughter Skylar was definitely on me, but I was not tryna go there with her. It was 8 p.m., so I decided to head to the hotel so I could be with Natalia. As I was walking out, that same waitress stopped me.

  "You left your napkin," she smiled.

  "I know," I chuckled.

  "You should at least store it in your phone. You may need it one day, I'm that bitch you want to wife," she smiled.

  "Oh you are?" I raised a brow.

  "I am, sexy."

  "Well unfortunately…" I stopped to look at her name on the napkin. "Unfortunately Emily, I have a "wifey," and I think I have enough chicks waiting in line on the side," I replied.

  "Well I plan to get VIP access over that line," she said.

  "Doubt it ma," I shrugged, and my phone chimed. I looked at it, and saw it was Natalia.

  "Is that her?" she asked.

  "Yep," I said as I walked off, dropping the napkin. I had enough women tryna get on and I definitely didn’t need another.

  ***

  "Baby girl. Why you not dressed?" I asked Natalia as I walked into our hotel suite.

  "I'm sick," she pouted.

  I walked over and took my blazer and shoes off before climbing into bed with her. I could tell she just got out the shower, cause her long hair was a bit damp. She had on a red bra and red panties. She looked so sexy, and she wasn't even dressed.

  "What you mean you sick? You got a cold?" I asked, getting off the bed and undressing down to my boxers.

  "No, stomach ache. The baby is really making me sick," she half smiled.

  I pulled the covers back, and climbed in bed with her. I pulled her close and started kissing her face. I got between her legs, and pinned her hands above her head as I dipped my tongue in her mouth. I kissed from her soft lips to her chin, down to her small, perky breasts. I reached under her to unsnap her bra, and she stopped me.

  "What's wrong?" I asked.

  "I'm not feeling well, Julius," she replied, looking up at me in the eyes.

  "Just lay there," I said as I started to kiss down her stomach.

  "No, and I'm hungry," she whined as she pushed my head away. Fuck. My dick was rock hard. "Can you get me some food?"

  "What you want?" I asked, getting out of the bed.

  "A chicken nugget meal from McDonalds, and then some vanilla ice cream to dip the fries in," she said smiling. I shook my head and kissed her soft lips.

  "Fries and ice cream, ma?"

  "Yeah, I just thought of it and it sounds good."

  "Aight, I'll be back in a bit," I said, throwing on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I threw on my Jordan 3's, then my snapback.

  I grabbed the room key, my phone, and then left out. I couldn't believe I wasn't getting no pussy tonight, and that I was out running errands in a damn taxi. Once I got in the taxi, my phone buzzed with an unknown number.

  "Can you take me to the nearest McDonalds, preferably one that's near a grocery store," I told the driver as I pulled my phone out.

  (843) 555-5555: Hey sexy.

  Me: ?

  (843) 555-5555: It's Emily.

  Me: How you get my number?

  This bitch already had stalker tendencies.

  (843) 555 -5555: Mr. Vargas

  Me: Who?

  (843) 555-5555: Bart nigga. lol.

  I locked my phone once we pulled up to Ralphs. "Aye man, wait here and I'm gon’ come back so we can hit Mickey D's," I said.

  "No you pay first!" the driver spat.

  I paid him for the ride, then ran into get some vanilla ice cream. I rushed, cause I was hoping his ass didn't leave. I breathed a sigh of relief once I came out and saw he was still waiting for me. We stopped by McDonalds for Natalia's food, and then headed back to the hotel.

  As I walked onto the elevator, my phone buzzed again. I pulled it out and exhaled heavily.

  (843) 555-5555: No response? Anyway, I'm tryna see you tonight.

  Me: For what?

  (843) 555-5555: To chill.

  Me: I got a girl that I can chill with.

  (843) 555-555: Damn, well we can smoke and fuck.

  Me: Cool, send your location.

  "I got your food greedy," I smiled when I walked into the hotel room.

  "Thank you baby. I'm sorry," Natalia replied.

  "Sorry for what?"

  "That I didn't want to do it tonight," she said.

  "You change your mind?" I asked.

  "No, maybe tomorrow. I feel too si-"

  "Aight, well I'll be back in a little bit," I said, cutting her off and leaving.

  My phone buzzed, and I saw Emily had text me her room number. She was at the Sheraton, the same hotel as Bart, so I knew how to get there. These taxis were making a damn killing off my ass.

  I arrived back at the Sheraton, and headed up to Emily's room. When she opened the door, she was dressed in only her bra and panties. She held a blunt in her hand, and swung her short hair behind her shoulders. When I walked in, she handed me a blunt she'd already rolled for me.

  "I roll my own shit when I don't know the person," I smiled. My phone buzzed, and I saw it was Natalia, so I just put it back up without reading it. I wanted some pussy right now, not to cuddle.

  "Cool," she said, handing me what I needed. "You sure look different than you did earlier," she added.

  "Yeah, so do you," I replied, licking the paper.

  She turned on "Blase" by Ty Dolla $ign, and started dancing for me as I smoked. I watched as she shook her ass, making it clap and shit. Her ass was super fat, and I was enjoying the view. She danced over to me and then straddled me, putting her titties in my face. She leaned down to kiss me, and I swiftly moved out the way.

  "We ain't doing all that, ma," I said as I unhooked her bra.

  I took her dark, hard nipples into my mouth, and nibbled and sucked them. She dry rode me a
s she smoked her blunt.

  "Fuck," she moaned.

  She climbed off me, and then pulled my dick from my basketball shorts. She took me in her mouth, and bobbed up and down on it. She stared into my eyes as she did it, and smiled.

  "Stop being cute ma, and make it sloppy," I told her.

  She sat her blunt in the ashtray, and then continued slobbing me up. This was probably the weakest head I'd ever experienced. I gave up and pulled her off my dick before I went soft. She climbed on the bed, and removed her black lace thong. She spread her legs, and played with her pussy as I walked over.

  "How old are you?" I asked.

  "25, why?" she cocked her head to the side.

  25 years old and she can't give good head. Natalia was 17 and probably gave the best head I ever had in all my 20 years. Daphne was def second in line though.

  "No reason," I said.

  "You wanna taste her?" she asked seductively, as she inserted three fingers into her wet pussy.

  "Nah," I said as I flipped her on all fours. I slid a condom on my dick, and slid into her. Thank God the pussy was cool. Natalia had her beat in every department though.

  "Damn daddy," she moaned as she started throwing it back.

  Nevermind, this was not good pussy, this was a 5/10 at best. I grabbed her waist and started slamming into her walls, hoping to hurry up and cum. The sight of her fat ass bouncing, and the sound of her wet pussy were the only things keeping me hard; then all of a sudden, her shit seemed to be drying up. Was it me? I ain't never had this shit happen.

  "Yo, you drying up. You good?" I asked. I felt my dick going limp.

  "Yeah, ever since I had my son, it happens sometimes. But keep going, I will get wetter," she replied, spreading her legs some more and tooting her ass up.

  "Nah, turn around," I shook my head.

  She turned around and I stuck my dick in her mouth. I didn't bother removing the condom either. I grabbed the back of her head, and fucked her face for what seemed like forever. I snatched the condom off, and then shoved my dick back in her mouth just as I nutted. I had to close my eyes and picture myself sliding in and out Natalia's tight, wet walls in order to bust.

  "Ahh!" she yelped as my nut dripped from her mouth. "Why you ain't say you was about to cum?" she frowned.

  I shook my head and went to her bathroom to flush the condom. I used one of the towels in the bathroom to clean my dick off, then decided to just shower. When I came back out, she was chilling on her bed, scrolling on her phone.

  "So I'm hoping I'll see more of you," she smirked, like she put it on me.

  "Well, I live across the country ma," I replied as I got dressed.

  "I live in Charleston, like Mr. Vargas, I work all his parties, so we travel together," she smiled, like that was good news.

  "Oh I see, well peace," I said as I grabbed my keys and rushed out.

  I got a taxi, and headed back to my room at the Four Seasons. I saw it was 1 a.m., and I couldn't believe I was out that late for a beyond lackluster fuck. I opened the text from Natalia as we rode to the room.

  Baby Girl Nat: Come back Julius, we can do it.

  Fuck Fuck Fuck! I just spent half the night, fucking some wack ass hoe, when I could've been fucking my own bitch. Do better, Julius, I told myself.

  I walked into Natalia and I's hotel room, and the lights were out. Natalia was asleep, and I watched her stir as I undressed.

  "Julius? Where were you?" she asked in a low tone.

  "Just handling something for my boss," I lied as I climbed in bed.

  "Did you see my text?" she asked. She tried to smile, and I could tell she really didn't feel good; that made me feel even worse.

  "Nah, I was busy ma. I'm sorry," I replied as I kissed her lips.

  She reached down into my pants to stroke my dick as we kissed passionately. I moved her hand, and put her on her back. Damn, she was really gon’ try. That's why I loved her ass.

  "Just relax ma," I replied.

  I removed her panties, and ate her pussy til the damn cows came home. I didn't deserve to fuck her after sticking my dick in Mrs. Wack Walls. I made love to her pussy with my mouth until she couldn't take anymore, then we fell asleep.

  For the rest of our week visit in Cali, I spent all my time with my lady. We damn near lived at the beach, and I took a gang of pictures of her in her new thong bathing suit. She was starting to show some, but she was still sexy as ever in her two-piece. Emily hit me up a couple times, but of course I ignored that bitch.

  As expected, Hugo called me and let me know that he supported me moving to South Carolina, and that he didn't want to work me, which really meant he no longer needed me. I couldn't wait until he found out I had his connect, with his disloyal ass.

  Chapter 31: Bianca

  5 Months Later

  I tried, I really did. I tried to move on with my damn life and forget about Julius. See, y'all reading this thinking I'm just like every other jealous hoodrat you've read about in the past, but that's not the case. I mean, you were there; Julius was my fucking man–not anyone else's, but mine. We were doing perfectly fine, and had been for a little over two years, until Natalia. I just couldn't understand what she had over me. Yes, she was beautiful, but so was I. There wasn't a day that went by where a nigga wasn't tryna holla at me. I got headaches daily, just trying to figure out what the hell went wrong.

  I thought when Julius moved to South Carolina, it would be that much easier for me to get over him, and at first it was. I stayed out all night with my home girls, and even went on dates with a couple niggas who had been checking for me. I was fine, until I got home at night and was able to think. Once I was alone, Julius consumed my thoughts, and I cried myself to sleep. I wasted two years of my life with this nigga, and he completely disregarded me. I was gon’ let it go and try to live by the "time heals all wounds" shit, but that ended when I found out Natalia was pregnant. Although my man, bitches saw Julius as one of Indianapolis' most eligible bachelors. Anytime he made any kind of moves, it was news to the hood.

  I was at work one night, and when I got into the locker room, bitches were whispering and shit. I ignored them initially as I opened my locker to get my stuff. I could see out the corner of my eye that a couple of them were staring, so I finally yelled What! These bitches told me that they heard through the grapevine that Ms. Natalia was pregnant.

  At first I thought, what? hell nah. Julius didn't even get hard unless a condom was present. I brushed it off, but then it was bothering me. It was all I thought about, so I hit his ass up. He tried to ignore me, but after my many non-stop attempts..."Yes!" he replied to me. My heart literally sank to the pit of my stomach as I read the three letters over and over again. I wanted so badly for someone to pinch me, so I could wake up from this nightmare.

  "So what you have in mind?" Greg asked as he sat in my living room.

  You see, Greg didn't fuck with Julius like that no more, because when he set all his shit up in South Carolina, he excluded Greg. Greg was heated at the fact that Julius wasn't gon’ put him on, so he'd do anything to help me hurt him. I thought about fucking him, but that would only hurt me more, and push Julius further away.

  "I don't know. I tried showing him some pictures of her with another nigga some months back, and all he did was flip and go get her." I shook my head at the thought as I lit a cigarette.

  "I'm telling you Bianca, let me go down to Charleston and seduce that nigga," Daphne smiled. I hated that he completely cut me off, but still gave her the dick here and there.

  Daphne had no idea that I knew she was fucking with Julius. I thought about telling her, but as the saying goes, keep your enemies closer. The only reason she was here was because her little plan was my last resort. If seducing Julius would make Natalia leave, then so be it.

  "So what's your plan again?" I asked for clarification.

  "Simple, I'll fly down there and fuck him. I will just make sure it's recorded, and then send her the video," she smiled.

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nbsp; "How the fuck you gon’ record it?" Greg scoffed.

  "I'll set a camera up around my hotel somewhere," she nodded. “Just give me her phone number, Bianca.”

  This was my last resort here. If this didn't break them apart, then I was gonna throw in the fucking towel. I was tired of dedicating my life to getting Julius back.

  Chapter 32: Natalia

  South Carolina was beautiful. Lucy and I had only been here two weeks, but I loved it. Julius came a month before me, to get a lot of stuff straight. Lucy and I went out everyday, just to check the scenery and everything. I was eight months pregnant now, so that meant Lucy had to drive everywhere; or at least, that's what it meant to me.

  I can't say that I'm not happy about having a new place to live. Julius promised that this would be a new start for us, and so far that was true. He was treating me really good, and was actually excited about the baby. He was totally different from the Julius I met late last year.

  "Where are we gonna eat?" Lucy asked as we drove around town with no destination.

  "You want to go to Fiery Ron's again?" For some reason, being pregnant made me crave BBQ.

  "K, that's fine," Lucy replied and headed over.

  After we were seated, the waitress came over to take our orders. Once she walked away, Lucy leaned in like she had a secret.

  "So I have something to tell you," she started. "I'm pregnant," she added.

  "You are? Why do you look so sad?" I asked, sipping my drink.

  "I don't know. I guess I thought Menzo would be more serious by now."

  "More serious than him asking you to move out here?" I frowned.

  "That's the thing, he didn't ask me to move out here."

  "Wait, what?"

  "See, he told me he was moving, and I told him I wanted to come. He said it was cool if I came, but to remember that we weren't together," she dropped her head.

  "But you told me he was your boyfriend."

  "Wishful thinking, Nat."

  I couldn't believe that Lucy would move all the way out here with no commitment. She made Victoria and I believe she and Menzo were a serious couple. I mean, Lucy has always been thirsty, but I never thought she would go this far. I shook my head as I leaned back to let the waitress sit down the food.