“Okay, okay, baby, just let me get in the door,” I told my son as I tried to get my key into the knob.
I finally unlocked it, then grabbed his carrier and my things so that I could get inside. I took him to the kitchen to make a bottle and then calmed him down before bathing and changing him into another onesie. Going up the stairs, I took him to his room, and laid him down in his crib to watch him doze off. He was so adorable so I had to put him on Snapchat.
It was funny to see him try to fight his sleep, but eventually he drifted off. I turned on his crib mobile, and then dimmed the lights before taking the baby monitor with me and turning up the one I was leaving in his room.
I sighed walking down the hall because I was extremely tired; not just physically, but mentally. I missed Ishmael and I hated him at the same time. But maybe I was so hung up on him because I hadn’t been working. Today at that photo shoot felt so good, and I didn’t even think about him once. Okay, maybe a little, but not constantly like I usually did.
Entering the bedroom, I didn’t bother to turn on the lights. I went straight to the bathroom and ran a bath. I added bubbles and some softening serum, then got in. I relaxed for about twenty minutes and when I stood up to get out, I saw Ishmael standing there in the doorway.
“What the fuck, you creep!” I shouted and snatched the warm, white towel to wrap around my body.
“I’ve seen all that shit before.”
“What the fuck are you doing here? You need to go.” I stepped out onto the water-absorbing mat, and went to the sink to brush my teeth.
“When you’re done, come out to the bedroom,” he smirked with his fine ass. I kept my face frowned up until he left the bathroom headed into the bedroom.
I finally finished brushing my teeth, and then took a deep breath before coming out into the dark bedroom. As soon as I crossed the threshold, the lights came on and Ishmael was standing there with a humungous bouquet of white roses. Rolling my eyes, I went straight to my drawer and pulled out some underwear.
“You ain’t gon’ need these.” He snatched my thong from my hand and shoved them back into the drawer. When I tried to get them back out, he slammed it, almost crushing my fingers.
“If you think some cheap ass roses are about to get you back in my good graces, let alone some pussy, homeboy, you don’t know me at all.”
“Sit yo’ ass down man and be quiet for like two seconds. Is that possible for yo’ hardheaded ass to do?” He moved me to the bed and sat me down roughly. “And by the way, these roses weren’t cheap. Know what the fuck you’re talking about with ya smart ass. Got me heated when I’m supposed to be nice right now,” he hissed. Seeing his handsome face knotted up turned me on, but I wouldn’t let him know that shit.
“Talk!” I snapped.
“Kady.” He shot me a look that said this was the last time he was gonna show some patience with me. Pulling the chair from my vanity area, he placed it in front of me and sat down, still holding the pretty roses. “Kady, when you first talked to me about us getting married or moving forward past where we are now, that shit fucked with me. Growing up, I was surrounded by married couples who didn’t give a shit about their marriage. Even the marriages that I did think were solid, like my parents, was all a façade I learned. You gotta admit that people our age don’t take this shit seriously. Muthafuckas get married because the pussy is good or because a nigga’s pockets are fat, not because they love each other.”
“But I do love you.”
“I know you do, I know. And I love you too. But I think I needed time to see that the shit I was afraid of would never apply to you and me. I have to trust that you wanna get married because you’ll try to make shit work even when it doesn’t seem like it will, and I have to do the same. So…” He sighed and pulled one of the middle roses up a little higher than the others. When he did that, I saw a beautiful, big diamond ring sitting in the middle of it, blinding me. “I’m trusting you, Kady, and I’m asking you to trust me that when I say I promise to do everything in my power to make this shit last forever no matter what either of us is going through. So, if you believe me and you love me enough to want someone like me as your husband, then please take this ring and agree to be my wife, baby.”
My lips stayed slightly parted as I stared down at the sparkly diamond. He removed it from the roses, and then handed the roses to me. I held them tightly with one hand in my lap, as the other rested in his, waiting for him to slide it down. Finally pulling my eyes from it, I made eye contact with him and he raised his eyebrow letting me know he was waiting for my answer.
“Yeah of course,” I chuckled, feeling the tears well up in my eyes.
Before he could even place it on, I pushed the flowers off of my lap and straddled him. Draping my arms around his neck tightly, I crushed my lips against his, as he ran his hands up and down my back.
“Hold on, hold on,” he chuckled, pulling my left arm from around his neck. I held my hand out stiffly, and he slid the heavy ring down my finger.
As soon as it was on, he rose to his feet and carried me to the bed. Opening my towel, he threw it to the floor and then removed his shirt to expose his chiseled chest. My eyes cascaded down his sexy body covered in tattoos. I bit my lip as he unbuckled his jeans while sliding out of his shoes.
“Come here,” he said, stroking his dick once he was completely naked.
I sat up and he came closer, dick already getting hard and ready. I moved his hand and took over, lubricating the tip while jacking the rest with my hands. He started to massage my hair while moving in and out of my mouth slowly, so I took him in as far as I could go, letting my saliva cover him completely.
“Mmm, fuck,” he grumbled when I started to lightly massage his balls.
I continued to bob up and down on him sloppily, slurping and humming every chance I got. His groans were low and sexy, and when I looked up to see him biting his lip, I felt a slight gush between my legs. Finally, he yanked me off, and I licked my lips as he smirked at me.
He snatched me up as if I weighed nothing, placed my legs over his forearms, and brought me down onto him, or at least tried to. He sucked my collarbone hard like he was attempting to draw blood, and then pressed me down until his long thick dick forced its way inside of me. We hadn’t been together in a while if you don’t count that head he gave me, so my vagina was shocked right now.
“Damn,” he breathed heavily into my neck as he moved me up and down his dick.
He was so strong, making it easy for us to just fuck standing up like this with no walls to assist.
“Ish, ahhh uhhh.”
I dug my nails deeply into his broad shoulders as he plunged into me at a medium pace. His big hands groping my thighs as he pounded into me was such a turn on. There was nothing better than the touch of a man on my soft skin. Finally picking his head up from my neck, he sucked on my bottom lip and sped up his thrusts.
“Yo’ pussy is so good, Kady, fuck,” he moaned, tearing me apart as he pulverized my middle.
I couldn’t say anything as I held the sides of his face, attempting to return the sucking of the lips that he was doing. I released onto him, and he slowed up a little, but then went right back to serving it to me good. I hugged his neck tightly, pulling his short hair as he continued to glide me up and down his dick with precision. Our bodies were sliding against one another as if we were covered in oil, and we both were calling out in perfect harmony.
Soon enough, he sped up, delivering me about 10 good hard pumps, before exploding inside of me. My body stiffened just as I let loose on him and whimpered. His beautiful smile appeared just as we fell onto the bed, kissing like maniacs with his dick still inside of me. His hands groped and caressed my legs as our tongues danced together passionately.
I loved him so much and the thought of us never being together again bothered me even though I liked to pretend it didn’t. I always thought I would be with Nuzi, which is funny because now I was embarrassed to have even dated him.
“I think that was triplets,” Ishmael panted against my lips.
“If it is I’m killing all four of y’all.”
We both burst into laughter, before our lips gravitated towards one another.
Kordell
One week later…
Ishmael, Mischief, Chaz, and I were in the studio chilling and smoking. We’d just gotten done recording, and since Mischief was free for the rest of the day we decided to kick back. This was like my third blunt of the day, so I was feeling hella nice. But the fact that my mother kept blowing up my fucking line, definitely had my high ready to float right out the damn window.
“Some good shit,” Mischief nodded, inspecting the blunt. Nigga’s eyes were so fucking low they almost looked closed.
“Where you get this shit, Ish?” Chaz squinted his eyes and stared at Ishmael suspiciously, making everyone but his ass laugh.
“Fuck you looking at me like that for?”
“‘Cause it may be some coke in this blunt or something. I knew I should have watched yo’ ass put it together.”
“Well shit, if it is some coke in there, you don’ smoked 70% of it already nigga,” Ishmael snickered and put his blunt to his lips.
“Nah, ain’t nobody trying to be no fucking powder head. Had to slow up on the pills and shit because Laine’s ass be tripping. She don’t want a nigga to have no fun.” Mischief blew out a cloud of smoke.
“Shit, who you telling? A nigga can’t even get a damn Advil without Cassie breathing down my neck. You would think I was a recovering addict.”
“They’re green to that shit. They ain’t used to muthafuckas being recreational users of certain shit. It ain’t good for your system though,” Chaz spoke up, all proper and shit like he was a fucking college professor or something.
“Thanks, Malcom X,” I replied, and shook my head as Ishmael and Mischief let out suppressed laughs.
My phone started to ring again, so I quickly hit ignore when I saw my mother’s name pop up. I should have blocked her, but a part of me was still holding onto some hope that she’d get her shit together.
The things she said the night Cassie and I came to dinner still circled my mind. I found myself sitting up some nights replaying what came out her mouth, especially the part about her loving Mischief. How could she love him the way she was supposed to love my father? I couldn’t process it. I could never look at my daughter and think of her that way, ever. Shit was weird, nasty, and fucking sad.
“You aight, nigga?” Ishmael pulled me from my thoughts.
“Don’t I look aight, muthafucka?”
“Look like you was about to start scratching and howling like a damn werewolf at any minute,” Chaz answered, and then the three of them roared with laughter. Only thing I hated about getting high was that everything was funny as fuck, even when I didn’t want it to be.
“Ha, ha, ha, muthafucka. You and yo’ ultra-perm can get off my dick and stop watching me.”
Chaz’s hair was always nice and shiny. Nigga didn’t do shit to it but it was fly as hell. I don’t care what my mama or anybody else said, that nigga had a perm. He just got that shit when we were kids so none of us knew. I been peeped game.
“Stop looking at this nigga’s hair, Kordell.” Mischief chuckled. I didn’t even realize I was but it made sense.
“I might be in contact with mama a little bit,” I blurted, taking another pull.
“For what?” Mischief frowned hard. I could tell he was close to going off the fucking edge. “I explained to you the situation, so why the fuck you in contact with her?”
“Nigga, you played the part for years knowing the shit she did, so why get upset with me? And I said a little bit! You act like I’m trying to invite her to the studio or some shit!”
“Yeah, I kept up appearances for y’all muthafuckas because I didn’t want y’all to know ya mama was a sick ass hoe!” he barked. “Let her play yo’ stupid ass if you want to, nigga! That’s why her and Pop stayed in yo’ ear because you’re dumb enough to fucking listen!”
“Come say that shit to my face, bitch.” I stood up and so did Mischief.
“Aight, y’all, relax.” Chaz rose to his feet and put his palm against Mischief’s chest. “Kordell ain’t no fucking reason for you to be in contact with her.”
“What she say?” Ishmael inquired.
Sitting back down and yanking my hood over my dreads, I replied, “She told me she went and got help.”
By this time, Mischief was in the swivel chair and moving knobs around on the soundboard. But when I mentioned what our mom came to me about, I saw his movements slow up, signaling that he was slightly interested. Muthafucka liked to play tough but he wanted a regular mama just like the rest of us.
“What kind of help?” Chaz quizzed, sitting back in his seat and ashing the rest of his blunt.
“She went to some thirty-day program or something like that, where they gave her therapy sessions. Said they helped her get to the root of the problem and all this shit she was saying. But umm, they told her for now, she needed to stay away from Mischief.”
“Forever?” Ishmael asked. Mischief was completely frozen by this point, but his back was still to me, so that he was facing the computer and soundboard.
“Nah, just until she can control her feelings.”
“For Shai?” Chaz questioned me. His facial expression was in between confusion and disgust, and I could tell it would change depending on my answer.
“Yep.” I nodded and Chaz sucked his teeth as Ishmael shook his head in disappointment.
“So—”
“I don’t want to discuss this shit no more,” Mischief cut Ishmael off. “If y’all wanna talk about this shit, get the fuck up outta here. But the next person that speaks on this bullshit ass situation in front of me is getting fucked up.”
Nobody said anything in response, not because we were afraid of this nigga but because it was more of his thing than anyone else’s. Yeah, she was Chaz’s and my mom too, but she didn’t do what she did to Mischief to us.
After a few moments of silence, we started on some regular conversation for about an hour and some change, then we parted ways.
On my way home Cassie let me know she would be home a little late, and to let Orchid in when she came through. She gave Orchid the gate code, which I didn’t like but I stayed mum on that.
Luckily for Orchid I couldn’t find shit on her, at least not in the hood. But it was a red flag that none of my niggas knew her. Maybe she was legit and just stayed in the house all her life or something. Shit I didn’t know what bitches who grew up to be teachers did. Half the bitches I used to fuck with work over at Ace of Diamonds now.
Pulling into my wide roundabout driveway, I decided to pull my Range into the garage since I wouldn’t be doing shit tomorrow. Tomorrow would be my only damn off day this week, and would be my first off day since a month ago. Therefore, I was gonna take that shit easy, maybe take my kids somewhere fun. I missed that shit, especially with Melody. I didn’t need her learning shit else about dick.
As soon as I got inside my crib I made myself a turkey sandwich with some Lays chips stuffed in between it. By the time I demolished it, I heard the doorbell and knew it was Orchid. Taking my sweet ass time, I went to the door and checked outside to be sure it was her. Yanking the door open, I ain’t respond to her ‘hello’ I just gestured for her to come inside.
“What cologne is that?” she turned to face me, walking backwards slowly as I closed the door.
“It’s called Deez by Nuts.”
Laughing heartily, she replied, “Kordell, you crack me up.” She adjusted her backpack and said, “Hey, so—”
“You can go to the din
ing room. Melody will be here in like ten minutes.” I started through the foyer and hit the stairs.
“Can I get a bottle of water?” she hollered after me.
“Hell no!”
I kept up the stairs until I made it to my bedroom. Closing the door, I grabbed the shit I needed from my drawer, which was mainly some swim trunks. I had a rule that niggas needed to be freshly showered before getting into my jacuzzi or pool. Ain’t no way you were sliding up in my shit smelling like ass and tater tots.
Getting into the shower, I let the water run over me, happy as hell Cassie didn’t take care of this shit. She’d have a nigga burning the fuck up talking about it’s lukewarm. Only reason I didn’t complain too much was because I didn’t like messing up my chances of getting some pussy while in here.
I washed my body down, rinsed, washed once again, and as I was rinsing the soap off my face and body, I heard the shower door open. I turned around expecting to see Cassie, but instead it was Orchid’s porch monkey ass.
“Get yo’ ass up outta here!” I pushed the door open and yanked her out by the arm. She slid across the tile floor, and fell on her ass hard as fuck. I knew that shit hurt.
“I think I broke something!” she whined as I cut the water off and stepped out. Just as I grabbed the towel to wrap around my waist, Cassie appeared in the doorway.
“Baby—”
“What the fuck is this?” Cassie hissed, holding KJ on her hip.
“She just came in here and… Cassie! Cassie!” I tried to chase after her but my feet were still wet so I had to stop and catch my balance on the double sink. “Baby!”
“Aarrgghhh!” Orchid continued to groan, just as Cassie appeared back in the doorway with one of my belts.
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