“She’s coming.” Sharla peeked her head into my office to let me know and I nodded.
A few moments went by, and I heard a knock on my door.
“Come in!” I quickly yelled.
“Hey, Erynne you wanted to talk? I don’t have much time so—”
WHAM!
Helene’s face turned the other way, and I could see my handprint slowly showing up on her cheek.
“Erynne, what the fuck!”
“You think I don’t know that you tried to play me, hoe?” I moved closer into her face. “If I had have paid that nigga that money and you ran with him, I would have hunted you down and murdered you just like I did Risk.”
Her eyes widened in horror as I smiled. The bitch already knew, courtesy of her boyfriend, so why not use it to boost up my thug resume? And they wouldn’t dare tell because Chaz had them frightened as hell.
“I’m sorry, but part of the money you were paying was for your own benefit too! And I did want help but when he caught me packing he conv—”
“Bye, Helene.”
She turned around after looking at me for a minute, and then left my office. I grabbed my purse because that was the last thing on my to-do list for the day. I let Sharla know she was closing and to call me if she needed anything, and then I left to go home to my man and baby.
I got to my house about twenty minutes later, and I checked on Cevynne who was in her crib, knocked out from a milk coma. She was so adorable and getting bigger every day it seemed. I wanted her to stay little, but it was inevitable.
After admiring my baby for a little bit, I started down to my bedroom and when I walked in I heard the shower going. Stripping out of my clothes, I made my way into the bathroom and opened the shower to climb in with Chaz.
“Hey.” He smirked, his pretty curly hair looking sexy under the water. His deep caramel complexion glistened as well.
Before I could say anything back, his lips crushed against mine, and he trailed them down the side of my neck, to my nipples, down my stomach, and then between my legs. I guess I would wait until after this dick down to tell him about the new baby.
Chapter Eleven: Mischief
“Shai, I’m not taking off my panties,” Laine rolled her eyes. We were FaceTiming on my iPad because I was working late.
“You FaceTimed me and said you missed me, now you’re fucking tripping.”
We laughed in unison.
“Yes, I miss you, meaning I wanted to talk to you and see what you were up to, not get right to showing pussy.”
“Make yo’self clear next time then shit. When you say you miss me I be thinking this dick.”
“So, when you miss me you only miss what’s between my legs?”
“It’s 50/50.” I grinned and she chuckled.
“You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” I tucked my lips in as I scanned her face.
“Thank you.”
“How is the baby tre—”
The door to the studio room came open, and when I looked over my shoulder, Callie was standing there in a trench coat. She pulled it open and exposed her body in a lingerie set I remember Laine modeling.
“Did this bitch—”
I quickly hung up on Laine because for some reason, I felt like she could jump through the muthafucking iPad.
“Oh my gosh, did she see?” Callie quickly closed her damn coat.
“Hell yeah she saw. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I barked, standing up out of my swivel chair.
“I thought we… I don’t know, I thought we connected.”
“Connected? We don’t connect on shit but our work! I got a fucking wife, Callie, come on now. What the fuck were you thinking? Now she prolly on her way to murder you.”
“What!”
“Fuck,” I mumbled as I dialed Laine, hoping to catch her because I knew my wife like the back of my hand. She wouldn’t pick up, so I knew it was too late. “Aye, you better get up out of here.”
“So you don’t like me?” she almost whined.
“No, I don’t fucking like you. Not like that.” I furrowed my brows wondering if she was stupid or just dumb as fuck. “And so, what if I did wanna fuck you, then what, huh? You like gettin’ fucked and dipped on because that’s what would happen. I would fuck you and never talk to yo’ ass again.” I spoke calmly to let her know I was serious. I would never cheat on my wife but if I did, it would be some hit it and quit it type shit.
“I guess I should go.” She turned around and I just shook my head.
About fifteen minutes after Callie left, Laine showed up in some tennis shoes, a big t-shirt, and some tights. Her hair was tied up in a ball, and her beautiful ass face bore a scowl.
“Where is she?”
“Baby, she left. She’s dumb as a box of fucking rocks, don’t blame her.”
“Wait until I see her ass, I’m gonna—”
“You not gon’ do nothing.” I pulled her down into my lap when she tried to move past me to look for Callie in the bathroom. While she straddled me, I locked arms around her waist. “My son is starting to grow, so you gotta chill.” I reached under her shirt and touched the slight bulge in her stomach.
“You and women. They love you and it drives me crazy.”
“Yeah, but while they’re looking at me I’m looking at you. And niggas be on yo’ ass too, but I don’t trip too much because I already know who that pussy belongs to.” She gazed down into my face as she draped her arms over my shoulders, and then she kissed me. “I told you I would never leave you, Laine,” I spoke lowly.
“Never,” she half smiled.
“Never. I don’t give a fuck what the next bitch is looking like or saying to me, I’m gon’ always be checking for you. You’re the only woman in the world other than Nai that has my heart and that holds weight over everything.”
She wiped the lone tear that traveled down her cheek, and then pressed her lips against mine before we slipped our tongues into one another’s mouths.
Laine
One year later…
I walked out onto the stage in my long red silk Cavalli dress that had an Aaliyah split, or a double split. It was strapless, and hugged my body perfectly. My Giuseppe Zanottis clicked against the black glass tile as I made my way to the podium with my Lanai next to me. She was three years old now, but still my little baby.
I would have brought her little brother Shai Jr., but he was too sleepy and on the bad side. I knew he was gonna be just like his father when he grew up. And like Lanai, he looked exactly like Mischief too.
I read off the teleprompter using the microphone, and then let the nominees for Best Producer display on the screen one by one. I already knew the winner, which was why I was asked to present, but he didn’t know.
“And the winner for Best Producer is…” I let Lanai open it. “Say it into the microphone, Nai.” I smiled as the audience snickered. She couldn’t read it, so I whispered to her that it was her father.
“Daddy!” she yelled into the microphone, sending the huge audience of the awards into a fit of laughter, including myself and her handsome father who was still seated next to his brothers, cousin, and their wives. Yep, Kady finally got that ring and that paperwork.
“Mischief,” I finally said, and Lanai and I joined the audience in applauding him.
I watched him make his way up to the stage looking good enough to sop up with a butter biscuit in his Gucci suit. He smelled so good as he came to the podium, kissed me, and then picked Lanai up to say his speech. The audience clapped and hollered loudly for him once he was finished speaking, and as we made our way to the back.
“You did good, Nai,” he kissed her cheek.
“Congrats baby,” I half smiled just before he leaned down to peck my lips.
***
That night…
My grandmother agreed to watch Lanai and Shai Jr. tonight, so Mischief and I decided to have some fun and go to a hotel. So here we were at the Ritz Carlton, kissing hard in the dark as we ripped one
another’s clothes off.
“Keep your heels on. You know I like that,” he told me, so I sat there in just my panties and sandal stilettos on the edge of the bed.
Once Mischief had his shirt and shoes off, he lit a blunt and took a pull on it, before passing it down to me. I did the same, but twice, and then gave it back. He kneeled down on the floor between my legs, and we passed the blunt back and forth in the dark, kissing here and there in between. We did shotguns and drank all of the Rose’ we brought to the room, before he ashed the blunt.
“I’m a little bent baby.” I giggled, falling back on the bed.
I watched him as he removed his slacks and boxers to reveal his already hard dick. He pulled open the fridge in the room, and looked around until he found a bottle of whipped cream.
“What are you doing?” I slurred.
“You’ll see.”
He placed some on my nipples, and then slowly licked it off of each one. I was cross-faded so the feeling was a bit intensified. He then put some on my belly button and licked it up. Taking the waistband of my panties between his rows of teeth, he started to pull them down, before ripping them off with his hands.
“Ah!” I squealed and laughed when he flipped me over onto all fours.
He put some of the whipped cream on my lower back, and sucked it off so sensually I ended up moaning uncontrollably. He then put some on each butt cheek, and licked it off before sucking and biting each side. I was so turned on that I could feel my juices dripping. He caught me off guard when he sprayed whipped cream down the crack of my ass, and then lapped it up. I never thought I would like that but it drove me crazy, and oddly made me cum.
After putting some on my vagina, he laid down under me and said, “Feed it to me.”
I lowered my pussy to his mouth and let him lick every drop of cream off until I came. I was about to get up, but he stopped me so I continued to ride his face, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips and tongue feverishly attacking my clit.
“Mmm, fuck,” I whimpered as my thighs began to tremble.
My body jerked just as I released yet again. Mischief slid from under me, and pressed my face into the pillow so that my ass was in the air. I felt his thick head at my opening, so I gripped the sheets in my hands to prepare myself.
“Relax your body, baby,” he spoke so softly and sexily as he kissed down my back, dick still at my entrance. I loved how he could be rough or gentle with me from his touch to his tone of voice. He was so versatile.
I did as he asked, and he pushed himself inside of me, making us both groan. He started off slow, getting me used to his size, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter every time he got all the way inside of me. He pushed into me deeply, held it there for a few moments, and just like that I was shivering and cumming on his dick.
“Fuck,” he commented, gripping my ass in his hands roughly to spread my cheeks so he could see his work, as he continued to pump into me. “Pussy is so pretty.”
He gripped my waist tightly and began to pound me nice and hard while sucking on my shoulders. The feeling of his large hands holding my body while he fucked the shit out of me had me cumming way too easily.
Pulling one hand from my waist, he pressed his chest into my back, gripped my chin, and started to suck my lips as I moaned uncontrollably. Once he’d had enough, he pulled away and grabbed a handful of my hair to pull. He forcefully beat my pussy up, hitting my spot so perfectly I found myself not even able to make a sound even though my mouth was open. Our skin was slapping together roughly, and I was so drenched between my hips that you could hear every time he plunged inside of me.
“Oh my fucking God, Laine,” he let out the sexiest, deepest groan I’d ever heard as he continued to pummel me doggy style while holding my hair. “Take that dick baby. What’s my fucking name? Huh?” He began beating it up harder.
“Shaiiiii!” I was finally able to use my vocal chords.
Smacking sweaty skin, moans, and deep penetration bounced off the walls as I scraped my nails against the comforter and moaned when I was able to. For the last few hard thrusts he delivered from behind, my mouth hung open in ecstasy with no sound coming through, and soon after we both exploded.
He let my hair go and hugged my back into his chest, groping my breasts as my pussy throbbed around his dick. He placed soft kisses and sucks on the side of my neck, as I panted heavily as hell.
“I fucking love you,” he breathed against my ear before licking it, as his free hand groped my sweaty thigh.
“I love you too,” I whimpered, feeling sweat drip down my forehead.
Shai “Mischief” Benjamin would forever be a west coast king, and would forever be my baby.
*FIN*
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