When I walked in, I stopped to admire her in the long red dress she was wearing. It was cut open on one side, I forgot what y’all females call that shit, so it showed her sexy caramel legs.
I’d never really seen her work besides the magazine we did together, but it was amazing to me how good she was. It sounded easy, just being able to take a picture, but after having to do photo shoots myself, I realized it was way harder than it looked. Every damn angle mattered. It was crazy how unnatural ass positions transferred to the camera as looking regular. Can’t tell you how many times I got a damn crook in my neck for a weak ass pose, only for the picture to look like I was naturally chilling.
“Damn,” I mumbled, feeling my dick rise as they removed the dress from her body, exposing the skin colored underwear and top with no straps.
My eyes cascaded down her toned stomach, and her sexy thighs, all the way to them pretty ass feet. I’d never encountered a female who was pretty in every fucking way until I met Laine. Even her muthafucking hands were pretty as hell.
Her face was serious as they put her in the next outfit, but when she saw me, a beautiful ass smile covered it. She was about to come my way, but I let her know she could finish by waving my hand. I continued to watch her, low-key jealous of the fact that she didn’t need damn near any direction. Finally, after what seemed like two minutes but was really an hour, she was done. I guess I was so captivated by her fine ass that time flew right by me.
“What are you doing here?” She grinned when I followed her into her dressing room.
“I missed you.” I sat down on the couch, stretching my arm along the back as I watched her get naked.
“You missed me? Even though you were surrounded by half naked women all night? I find that hard to believe.” She smirked, looking like Lanai when you caught her ass doing some bad shit.
“They don’t compare,” I spoke honestly and lowly, because I was talking to myself more than her.
She just looked at me for a moment, and then came closer to straddle my lap in only her underwear that she’d slipped on.
“You really came because you missed me?”
“Yeah. I was impressed by what I saw too. Your pictures are always fire baby, but seeing you in action is different. Got me feeling like a groupie and shit for ya.”
She chuckled before pecking me slowly.
“Well, I’ve been your groupie for a while now too, so I guess we’re even.”
“You’re my favorite groupie.”
“I better be your only! Well at least the only one you pay attention to. If not, I’m gonna have to cut your dick off.”
“No, just you, only you. Always gon’ be you,” I whispered almost before hugging her body closer into me and laying my head on her collarbone. She draped her arms around my shoulders, and began to rub me. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the feeling of her soft ass hands caressing the back of my head.
“I love you so much, Shai,” she whispered back like she was thinking to herself, still stroking my head. She delivered a kiss to it, before placing her chin back on the top of it.
I just slipped my hands down the back of her panties, and squeezed her perfectly round ass in my hands. Shit had gotten a little fatter now that she had my baby in her again. Laine’s ass was perfect, not too big like some stripper shit, but it was definitely nice, round, and plump. You would definitely snap your neck to watch her walk by. And it was so soft and smooth.
“I can’t believe this shit ain’t butter,” I said, then laughed at my own joke since I was a little high. She joined me and sucked her teeth.
“I said I love you and your mind is on my ass.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” I sighed, getting tired from her rubbing my head as I laid on her collarbone while groping her ass gently. “You gon’ let me hit it from the back tonight?”
“Huh?” She pulled away and leaned my head back so she could look down into my face. My hands were still down the back of her underwear, caressing her booty.
“I said are you gon’ let me hit it from the back tonight?”
“Shai! I thought you were saying something romantic!” We both laughed together. “Ow!” she whimpered when I dipped down and craned my neck around to bite one of her ass cheeks.
“You know daddy loves yo’ ass.”
I picked my head back up and she kissed me a few times before sucking my lips.
Erynne
“You are just the cutest thing!” I cooed to my baby girl, Cevynne.
I was happy to be off today because I could spend it with her, and also Laine, Kady, and Cassie were coming over so we could all chill. It was rare that we all had a day off together, so we wanted to take advantage. And honestly, we didn’t really all have the day off because Laine and Cassie had jobs but just early as hell in the morning.
“What are you doing today?” I asked Chaz as I laid Cevynne on her back and turned on my side to face his direction.
“Gonna go to the studio, and then after that I might drop by to see that girl Chanel.” He pulled his gray sweats up over his boxers and his dick print was showing out, making me lick my lips.
“How is she doing? Did she like the gift you brought?” I sat up and smiled, before getting off of the bed and nearing him.
“Yeah, but that candle fucked her all up, baby. I forgot to tell you. She was coughing and shit; it was bad and all in her chest. I felt like the fucking devil for giving her that bullshit.”
“Oh my gosh!” My mouth dropped open as my heart rate sped up.
“I’m fucking with you.” He burst into laughter, showing off his gorgeous smile while clapping. “She unfortunately liked that stupid ass candle you had me put in there.”
“Don’t play like that!” I tried not to laugh but it was hard. “You had me feeling terrible, Chaz!”
“My bad.”
“I told you that was a good gift though. All girls like candles, especially the banana nut bread one.”
“Thanks, now I know,” he spoke sarcastically.
“I want to meet her. You seem to be fond of her, and I’d like to get to know her too, before well… she… leaves us.”
“Usually I would say that was a horrible ass idea, but you may be right. I think she would like to meet the crazy woman who thought it was smart to give her a candle.”
I helped him fasten his watch on, and then watched him finish getting dressed. Once Chaz left, I went to bathe Cevynne and get her ready. I put on her not so cute onesie first, because she was gonna get dirty.
“You can wear your pretty onesie a little later cutie, when you’re not so messy, okay?” I scooped her up and kissed her plump cheek, before carrying her into the kitchen to eat.
By the time I was done feeding Cevynne, Laine and Cassie had arrived with some chips and salsa that Cassie made. I had to be in the mood for Cassie’s salsa because that shit was way too fucking spicy. And the first time I tried it she had the nerve to not disclose that it was a spicy salsa. I legit thought I was a goner after swallowing some.
“Hey, you guys, can just set everything on the coffee table in the den area since that’s where we’ll be,” I told them both after giving them a hug. I noticed Laine kept lifting the plastic off the chips to eat one and then covering it up so I said, “Want some wine?”
“Yeah. No.” They both answered at the same time with Cassie taking me up on my offer and Laine declining. Yep her ass was pregnant.
“Okay.”
I headed towards the kitchen to get Cevynne, and after rocking her for a little bit she was asleep. I placed her in her little swing bed which I had sitting on the counter, and then grabbed some glasses and wine for Cassie and me. I knew Kady wouldn’t be able to drink because she was due any day now. Picking up Cevynne’s swing bed with my free arm, I carried everything to the den where Laine was still eating chips, and Cassie was loading up my Roku.
“Should I keep the volume low?” Cassie asked since she saw me placing a sleeping Cevynne in her swing bed on the ottoman.
; “Nope. Believe it or not she doesn’t wake easily.”
“Lucky you,” Laine chuckled. “If you breathe too loud Lanai is waking her bad ass up,” she added as we laughed. It was true. I stepped on a DVD case once and Lanai woke the hell up like clockwork.
“Well, when Cevynne was a newborn she woke a little easier but now, you could have a marching band come through here and she’ll be snoozing still. I thought something was wrong, but her doctor just said she’s a hard sleeper.”
The three of us watched my baby for a little bit, just before my doorbell rang. I went to let Kady in, and smiled because to be full term she was still pretty small. Her stomach was obviously big and round, but since she was naturally skinny she wasn’t on her whale tip like most women.
“You look so pretty!” I chuckled as she rolled her eyes and tousled her hair to the side.
“How come I don’t feel that way?” she laughed and started taking her jacket off before she was even in the house all the way.
“Because you’re pregnant, and when you’re this far along you never feel pretty. But trust me you are. You can go into the den where Laine and Cassie are, I will be there in a minute.”
She nodded and started in the direction of the den. I went to the kitchen to grab the food I prepared last night for us to snack on, along with some juice and water. I piled everything onto this rolling bar that I had to argue with Chaz for. He swore I didn’t need it and was just buying shit, but like always I was right. This thing came in handy because otherwise I would need help carrying everything.
“Oooh.” Kady eyed the rolling bar as I entered the den with the food.
As I started placing everything out on the table, Cassie started up Harper Island on Hulu. Just as I got comfortable, my phone rang and I saw it was one of my girls that worked in the shop. They knew if I wasn’t there that Helene was in charge, so I wasn’t sure why I was being called. It must have been important so I went ahead and answered.
“Hey, Jasmine, what’s up?” I stepped out of the den with my iPhone plastered to my ear and a frown on my face.
“Hey one of Helene’s clients are here and Helene isn’t so she’s pretty upset. I tried calling Helene but she’s not answering. The lady won’t let any one of us touch her hair, and she won’t leave. She’s going off and causing a ruckus right now.”
“Damn, okay, give me like fifteen minutes, alright? Just tell her Helene will be in soon, okay Jasmine?”
“Okay boss, thank you.”
“No, thank you.” It wasn’t like Helene to miss work at all, so for her not to show up, especially when she had a client, worried me. I dialed her cell phone a few times, and when she didn’t answer I ran up to my bedroom to get my shoes and jacket. Running back to the den, I peeked my head in and said, “Hey guys I have to run a quick errand really quickly, okay?”
“You okay?” Laine inquired with a frown.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Watch something else while I’m gone because I don’t want to miss anything. I promise I won’t be too long so Cevynne should stay asleep.”
The three of them nodded and responded simultaneously as I darted from the den and out of the door. I hopped into my car and sped out of my driveway, not sure if I should go calm down that client first or check on Helene.
I decided to go with the latter, simply because this wasn’t like her at all. Helene would roll into work hooked up to an IV before she missed. That was one of the reasons I made her assistant manager of my shop. She handled her business and I knew I could count on her. Them other bitches were too lax and unpredictable at times, and I’d end up killing one of their asses if they pulled some shit like Helene did today. However, they weren’t Helene, so she’d of course get a pass.
I pulled into Helene’s driveway and double-checked her address in my contacts to be sure I had the right spot. I’d never been here, but obviously, I had all of my employees’ addresses and information in my phone and computer system.
“What the fuck, Helene?” I scoffed when I saw her car was parked here. I hoped she wasn’t inside fucking off.
Exiting the car, I neared her front door and checked my surroundings as I got closer. She lived in Torrance, a fairly nice neighborhood, so I didn’t expect anything criminal or horrifying to be going on around here. As I got ready to knock, I heard loud voices, one belonging to a male, the other to Helene.
“Helene!” I shouted, banging on the dark brown metal screen door. “Helene!”
“No, Rodney, stop!” I heard her yell just before the wood door behind the screen one came flying open.
“Who the fuck are you?” Some big dude who was darker than midnight stared down at me. His eyes were blood shot red and his face was twisted all up. Despite all that, you could tell he was handsome but just crazy. I hadn’t been this intimidated on a first impression since I met the Benjamins.
“I’m Erynne, Helene’s boss, and I’m here because she didn’t come into work today.”
“So!” he barked.
“Sooooo I wanted to make sure everything was okay since—”
“Rodney, move!” Helene tried to nudge him from the doorway but her skinny ass was no match. I could’ve told her that wasn’t gonna work.
“Get yo’ ass back!”
“No, move—”
WHAM!
“Ah!” I screamed out of reflex seeing Helene fly onto her ass. “I’m calling the fucking police!” I yelled.
“Put that fucking phone down!” he hissed as he fumbled with the locks on the screen door.
“Fuck you! I ain’t scared of you! My nigga will fuck you up!” I rushed down the porch steps while trying to dial 911. My hands were shaking wildly as I listened to Helene yell and cry.
“I said put it down!” Rodney yelled at me and slapped my iPhone to the floor. “It’s in both of our best interest if you leave the police out of this situation.”
“What?” I frowned, reaching for my phone, which was lying face down in the grass.
“I know who you are, baby girl. I didn’t recognize you at first but you’re Erynne.”
“I just told you that, Inspector Gadget.”
Laughing and finally letting his face relax from frowning, he said, “Yeah, but I don’t know you as Erynne the shop owner, I know you as Erynne the little bitch Risk used to fuck on.”
My heart dropped to my ankles at the mention of Risk. I hadn’t heard that name in years and now this werewolf was bringing it all back up.
“So! What does that have to do with me calling the police on your ass!”
“Erynne, no, it’s fine.” Helene came to the doorway of her home, dabbing her bloody lip, while staring down at Rodney and I in the middle of the grass like we were about to have a Power Ranger standoff.
“It’s not fine!”
“I remember he told me he was going to see you and get you back home, just before he disappeared,” Rodney moved in closer to me and whispered.
“Yeah right!”
“I was his distributor out here in Los Angeles. Anytime he came here for business, it was to meet with me. And see, I actually have good reason to snitch on yo’ ass because you fucked up my money flow.”
“I didn’t do shit! I don’t know what happened to that nigga! I didn’t even see him when he came here!” I lied, trying not to let Rodney see me sweat.
“Rodney!” Helene hollered, ignorant to the conversation going on between us.
“Get yo’ ass back in the house and clean yo’ muthafucking face up!” he shouted over his shoulder, and she scurried back in like a little mouse. Turning to look back down at me, he said, “Get up out of here before I send the pigs after yo’ ass. You’re too damn fine to be up in jail.” He ran his tongue over his teeth. “Little chocolate ass. M! Them hoes in there would be thanking me for sending you in.”
“Fuck you.” I gritted, and then stormed to my car.
I wanted to call the police and help Helene, but I didn’t know if this nigga was bluffing or not. I needed to find
out though because I couldn’t have him holding that over me. Next, he’d be asking for some pussy and that was not something I was gonna give him. Plus, Helene didn’t even wanna help herself!
Kady Rowe
A few days later…
The day had finally come, and my baby boy was just the cutest thing in the world with his heavy ass. I wasn’t big during my pregnancy at all, but that didn’t stop him from being nice and healthy.
We decided to name him Ishaun Myers, something similar to his father’s name. Ishmael said he didn’t too much care for his own name, but he still wanted his son to have something like it. So the name we chose was perfect, and he could still have the same nickname as his father.
I watched Ishaun from my hospital bed, smiling at him. I loved him a lot already and I hadn’t even known him that long. Looking to my right, I spotted Ishmael’s long built ass, dressed in an all gray sweat suit, and in the chair knocked out. On his feet were some all-black Nike Huaraches, and you could see his Nike socks since his sweats were hiked up his ankles a little bit.
He was so handsome and the even better part was that he didn’t realize how much. He knew he looked good enough to pull the women, but he didn’t realize just how sexy he was. We’d be in public and women would stare at him and he wouldn’t even notice.
What I liked about him was that yeah, he had a hoe past, but he knew when and how to turn that shit off. And if he was gonna be with me, then he really had to control it because I didn’t play that shit.
Another thing I loved… yes, I loved him… was how he handled his business. He took his music managing career seriously and it just got my panties wet to hear him handle shit on his phone, or to see him dress up in a suit to go to a business meeting. All my life I saw myself with someone less put together, aka Nuzi, so I was thanking God that I was with someone who had their shit together and looked the part too.
All in all, I loved Ishmael, like really loved him. I’m talking ‘shank a bitch if she even thinks about getting close’ love. The only thing bothering me was I felt like we were just playing house. Everyone around me was married, and living the way he and I should be by now. I’d been his girlfriend for two and a half years, and I had his baby, but I was still just… temporary.
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