“You right, but I was just being polite. I know some people don’t like when others sit next to them.” I chuckled lowly just to be nice, but didn’t say anything in response. “I’m Nolan.”
“Nice.”
Laughing, he replied, “So you ain’t gon’ tell me your name?”
Turning to him, I fake smiled. “Kattlyn.”
He was a nice looking guy with light caramel skin, a fade, and a body that was toned to perfection. It was obvious he took care of himself on the inside as well as the outside. I didn’t know anybody like him.
“Kattlyn, I like that name. It fits you. I think it’s a pretty sexy name if you ask me.”
“Thank you.”
“Just being honest. So you like to cook, huh? I know you have a boyfriend if you’re as beautiful as you are and can cook.”
“Actually, I’m single. Where is your woman? I’m sure you have a couple that you mess around with. Women love men who can cook and are somewhat attractive.”
“Oooh.” He put his fist to his mouth and laughed. “Somewhat? I’d like to think I’m a pretty good looking guy, but I’ll take that backhanded compliment, Kattlyn.”
I giggled at the way he said my name, which in turn made him grin. He had a big ass smile, but I liked it because it seemingly brightened the room and heightened my mood.
“You’re cool.”
“So, you like men who cook? Or are you just prepping me for that ugly friend who begs you to find her a man since she can’t on her own.”
We both laughed together as I shook my head.
“I’m speaking for women in general, Nolan. We all like a man who can make us a meal sometimes. It’s just sexy to see him move around the kitchen and know what he’s doing at the same time.”
“Oh, okay, just making sure. I gotta write this shit down.”
“Do that. And by the way, I don’t have any ugly friends. All of my homegirls are bomb,” I spoke proudly.
“I believe you. Shit, they gotta be, or it’d be dumb as hell to hang with you. I would never hang out with yo’ ass if I was ugly.”
“So I’m guessing you don’t hang with any attractive people then?” I raised a brow.
“Okay, I see how this is gon’ go.” He nodded as we both laughed together. “You the hating ass type.”
“Good morning, class, how is everyone doing today?” The female professor walked in with a chipper attitude. Nolan and I were still looking at one another with closed mouth smiles, but slowly turned away to answer her.
For the next hour and fifteen minutes, we pretty much went over what this semester would entail, and how focused we needed to be and all this bullshit. I learned that this class was mostly book work and lectures, but it was attached to a three hour lab class I had three times a week, where we’d actually cook something. I wasn’t sure how I would fare with this class in particular, but I was definitely willing to put in the work. Being an on-the-run hooker/receptionist was tiring.
“So I have a great idea,” Nolan said as we stood up, getting ready to leave. “You’re gonna love it.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“I think that we should go ahead and exchange numbers. Being that we’re classmates and shit, we may need each other,” Nolan explained as we left the class together.
“Oh please.” I cheesed. Why did this nigga have me smiling so hard? I think it was his energy.
“I’m serious. It’s beneficial as fuck to have a classmate’s number. So, what do you say? This is a once in a lifetime thing. Once I give my number to someone else, I can’t give it to you.”
Squinting my eyes as I looked up at him, I finally obliged. After I read my number off to Nolan, he walked me to my car where we kept up small conversation, and then I headed home. I had another class tomorrow, but that wasn’t until the evening since I had to work in the daytime.
Draylah was cool enough to get another receptionist to work the times I couldn’t, which I was thankful for. I didn’t like for her to do things for me simply because we were friends, but she said she needed an extra anyway.
I noticed during the drive home that I was really fucking tired, which was odd because I didn’t get tired in the middle of the day. I didn’t know if it was from always having to look over my shoulder or what, but naps had never been a part of my daily. Lately though, I found naps quite intriguing, especially after a meal.
I stopped to get some chili cheese fries, and then took myself home so I could eat in front of the TV.
I’d been eating and watching TV for the past hour, and decided to check my phone to see if MG had called me. Of course he hadn’t, which low-key ruined my mood a little bit. I understood he was angry with me but damn, was it that easy for him to just toss me to the side?
“Fuck.” I felt my stomach grumble, so I put my food down and ran to the bathroom. Making it there just in time, I lifted the toilet top and poured my guts out damn near. Tears escaped my eyes because I hated to throw up, not to mention, I kind of knew the reason behind it.
After brushing my teeth, I got the pregnancy test I’d purchased yesterday, and then peed on it. I didn’t want to look, so I FaceTimed Draylah so that she could do it for me.
“Kattlyn, you’re gonna see it when trying to show me,” she laughed.
“No, I’m gonna stretch my arm out and you tell me what you see, okay?” I bucked my eyes, and she nodded with a smile.
Inhaling and exhaling sharply, I reached my phone out and hovered over the pregnancy test, then closed my eyes.
“Okay, I saw it.”
Yanking the phone back, I stared deeply into the phone screen at Draylah’s blank face.
“Yo’ ass is pregnant!” Ricky got into the screen.
“Oh my gosh!” Draylah and I shouted together.
“Ricky, move with your nosey ass!” Draylah fussed, and I could hear her hit him. After a few moments, she came back into the screen but was walking somewhere.
I wanted to be angry, but it was kind of funny. Draylah looked into the screen at me, shaking her head before we both giggled.
“It’s fine. Let me call his friend to tell him,” I said.
“Okay, and I’m sorry. His creepy ass was not there when we first started the call,” she cheesed.
“I know, it’s fine. See you tomorrow.”
I hung up with her and dialed MG right after as I sat on the edge of the tub. The phone rang for a while, and just as I pulled the phone from my face, his stupid ass answered.
“Yeah?”
“Are you busy?” I asked.
“Just finished recording so nah, I’m not busy at the moment. What you need?” His voice was calm, which I wasn’t expecting.
“I was just—”
“Let me ask you something,” he cut me off.
“Oh, uh, okay.”
“When Flow called you out, did you feel my reaction was adequate? Or did you feel like I didn’t defend you?”
“I mean, I don’t know. I think I was too shocked to even really pay attention to that. But you hit him, so…”
“Be honest with me.”
I contemplated if I should speak my thoughts, and just decided to. He’d learned the worst about me, so the only way to go was up from here.
“I mean, I wish you would have maybe said something to him about talking to me the way he did, but I’m fine.”
He didn’t say anything for a little bit.
“So what did you hit me for again?” He yawned, just before I heard his door close.
“I wanted to call you because I just found out that I’m pregnant, Micah.” I came right out with it.
“And?”
“What the fuck do you mean, ‘and,’ nigga? Ain’t you been fucking me? Don’t ask me no muthafuckin’ ‘and!’” I shot up off the side of the tub with my fist balled. If he’d said that to my face, 100%, I would have decked him.
“Okay, but it could be mine or Flow’s, or whomever else you was giving ya pussy to behind my back.”
“Well I don’t believe it’s mine. So when you have that muthafucka, we can get a DNA and then move on from there.”
“Oh.” I chuckled. “You think I’m gonna do everything alone, and then once the baby gets here, you can hop in?”
“You ain’t got a choice.”
“No, see, that’s where you’re wrong. I’m not like these weak ass simple bitches you’re used to, Mr. Gaines. If you don’t come correct before the baby gets here, another nigga will. And if I have to get another nigga to do your job, best believe he’s going to continue doing that job after birth.”
“Yeah right. You expect to just call me and tell me you’re pregnant, and I’m just supposed to be aight with it? Nah! I’m tired of you scheming ass females! I’m done with that shit!”
“That’s fine! If you wanna give Isla the benefit of breaking down a nigga that I thought was a man, then by all means. Fuck you!”
“Katt—”
Click.
If he didn’t want to be in this baby’s life before it was born, then he wasn’t going to be afterwards. I understood he was burned, but he needed to judge that bitch and me separately. Yes, I lied about being a hoe in the past, but I was never unfaithful to his dumb ass. I’d been through worse things, so being a single mother didn’t scare me.
Chapter Five: Ricky AK
Life was pretty good for a nigga. I had a beautiful fiancée, not one but two babies coming, and my career was continuously skyrocketing. Not to mention, my label was coming together as far as the business side; getting the name trademarked, and all that good shit.
However, the fact that I still had a pending murder charge, and one that would most definitely give me the death penalty or a life sentence, kept me up some nights. Murdering a bum on the street was one thing, but the murder of a damn D.A. was a whole other ballgame. And to add to that, I wasn’t getting much on my mother’s death.
Niggas were acting like I needed to move on and get over it, and shit, maybe I would have had my grandmother not been acting like it was some big secret. Plus, I think finding out the details and shit would help me deal better.
It seemed like no matter what a nigga did, I couldn’t keep my Black ass out of jail. Granted, my jail stints in the past were because I was immature as fuck, still trying to be deep in the hood while having a career. But I noticed over the past year, that carelessness had shed a bit because of Draylah.
My grandmother used to tell me that the right woman could turn the most immature nigga into a man, and I didn’t believe it until now. She also used to always tell Tabitha a man would only do right if he wanted to, and I didn’t believe that shit either until Draylah. Fucking another bitch just didn’t seem right, and I guess that shit was because Draylah was more than my bitch, she was my confidante. We were cool; like homies and shit. And no other female, no matter how bad she was or how wet the pussy was, was worth me losing some rare shit like that.
I didn’t give a fuck about small shit, only protecting and loving my girl, my music, my bread, and like always, my respect. You fucked with any one of those, and it was no telling what a muthafucka like me was liable to do.
“Ricky, did you get my cookies?” Draylah entered the bar area that I played video games in sometimes.
“Yes, baby. I told you they’re in the damn bag on the counter.”
“You could have just brought them up to me.”
“You right, my bad.”
“Don’t say it like that.” She chuckled. “I can tell you’re just trying to get rid of me so you can play that stupid game.”
“It ain’t stupid, aight? Don’t get fucked up talking about my shit, Draylah. You know I don’t play about my video games,” I warned as she walked over to sit on the couch with me. Looking at her a little bit, I said, “Why you so damn sexy?”
“I wonder the same thing every day.”
“And yo’ pussy be so fucking wet now that yo’ ass is pregnant. I mean, the shit would be sopping wet before, but now?” I gave her a look, making her giggle. “Let me eat you out right quick.” I paused the game and turned some to pull on her panties.
“Ricky.” She stared at me, but when she saw I was serious, her jaw dropped. “Are you serious right now?” she whined as I tossed her underwear.
“I just wanna make you cum, and taste you. It’s only gon’ take me like a minute and a half at the most.”
She didn’t say anything because she knew the shit was true. Dropping down, I placed her thighs on my shoulders and began sucking on her clit gently. I snaked my tongue around her opening, and then dragged it slowly up to her bud to flick over it.
“Mmm,” she moaned softly, staring down at me. We intertwined our fingers as I began to make love to her pussy with my mouth.
Slow slurps and sucks on her clit always got her pussy beyond juicy. I switched back and forth between dipping my tongue in her hole, and sucking her clit gently. Once I felt her on edge, I locked my mouth onto her clit and sucked the life out of her until she was releasing so hard her voice and body trembled.
“Told you,” I said lowly, licking her pussy clean damn near. I lifted her shirt to kiss my babies a few times. “Shit, that was what, thirty seconds?” I laughed as I stood up, staring down at her breathing heavily.
“Fuck you.” She smiled as I helped her up.
We cleaned up in the bathroom within the room, and then returned to the couch. She tossed her legs over my lap and laid back, as I started the game back up to play.
“What?” I glanced Draylah’s way briefly because I felt her staring at me.
Sitting up as much as her belly would allow, she replied, “I love you. And we need to make sure you don’t go back to jail.”
“Nah, you need to make sure my babies come out beyond good. I’m gon’ make sure I stay out of jail; me and the muthafucka I’m paying.”
“Good, because if you go, I’m going too. Me and your kids are gon’ set up shop in that cell with you.” She pulled her legs from my lap and sat on her feet.
“You crazy as fuck.” I laughed, pausing the game. “You’d rather live in jail with me, than stay out here in this plush ass shit?”
“Yep.” She nodded before kissing me on my neck tattoos. “You can’t fuck me the way you do, talk to me the way you do, and eat my pussy the way you do and expect me not to have it bad for you, Ricky AK,” she spoke in between kisses. “That’s why them last hoes were crazy, but I’m crazier.” She straddled me.
“That’s why ya damn pussy is so good.” I caressed her belly. “Got a nigga proposing and getting ya name tatted and shit.” She smirked deviously at my words. “But nah, it’s gon’ get handled. Don’t worry about this shit, aight? But if I need something from you, I know you got me.”
“Just making sure.”
“Now get yo’ ass off me so I can play my damn game.” I squeezed her sexy thighs.
She rolled her eyes and climbed off me to lie back down and toss her legs back across my lap.
Every day, I lost hope with the fact that I would beat this damn case. My lawyer wasn’t coming up with shit, but them detectives seemed to have a good grip on shit. There was no muthafuckin’ way I could go to jail and never raise my kids or be married to Draylah. I wasn’t sure what the fuck I’d have to do, but I was gon’ do that shit. It wasn’t just about me; it was about my fucking family too.
***
The next morning …
While in the shower, I thought about all kinds of shit, wondering who hated me enough to do some fucked up shit like this. I knew that detective was behind a lot of it, but someone
had in fact killed that damn D.A. and that’s the muthafucka I needed to find.
After brushing, flossing, and rinsing with Listerine, I made Draylah some breakfast in bed then got dressed. Once in a pair of gray sweats, a wife beater, socks, and slides, I was on my way out.
That talk last night with Draylah got me to thinking that I needed to be doing my own damn work as well. I wasn’t about to sit around and wait for them niggas to come cuff my ass. Shit, the only reason I wasn’t rotting in the fucking jail was because I was out on a damn two-million-dollar bail. I thanked God that I had that shit as a liquid asset so it didn’t disrupt my life or anything I had going on. I balled out here and there, but I’d been a saver for most of my career just for bullshit like this.
I pulled up to this home in the hood, and threw my car in park.
“AK, what’s good?” This dude named Digby stood up when I started up his porch stairs.
He was a nigga I knew from growing up in the hood, and a lot of times, he would run the streets with me, Kenneth, Dimitri, and Camo. Speaking of that bitch ass nigga, Camo, that’s the reason I was here. That nigga had been praying for my downfall ever since I cut his ass off, so he was first in line on my suspect list.
“What’s up, Camo here?” I quizzed, shoving my hands down into my sweat pockets.
“Yeah, man, but how you bee—”
“I ain’t really here for conversation, my nigga,” I cut Digby off.
He was aight, but he was a two-faced ass nigga. He would smile all in my face, and talk that shit about whomever I didn’t fuck with, then go do the same with that exact nigga. He was lucky I didn’t kill his ass.
“I thought we was cool, man.” He reached out to grab me.
WHAM!
I pushed his ass as soon as our skin made contact, and he fell while still in his chair and hit the ground roughly as hell.
“Fuck wrong with you, nigga? Don’t you ever in yo’ bum ass life touch me again. And I bet not find out you out here running yo’ trout mouth ass about me to the next nigga, or I swear to God the next time anybody sees you, you’ll be looking like Swiss cheese.” With that said, I left him lying on the porch nursing his head as I entered the house.
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