My Baby Is A West Coast King 3

by Shvonne Latrice

  I checked the kitchen for my moms and didn’t see her there, so I left out to hit the stairs and see if she was in her bedroom. It was after 6pm, so she may have been in her room pampering herself. Ever since I was little she would always give herself little spa days and shit, because she ain’t have shit else to do. She didn’t work, and it was because raising me as well as my cousins didn’t really give her the time. My aunt Blanca didn’t help for shit because she stayed out in the streets once Mischief pretty much moved himself back to Compton at like twelve or some young age like that.

  As I moved closer to my mom’s room, I heard her arguing with what sounded like my aunt Blanca. I was about to walk in, but the nosey ass nigga trait took over so I put my ear to the door.

  “I don’t want her in this family!” my aunt Blanca yelled.

  “He loves her, Blanca. And she was just taking up for him because she loves him!” my mother responded.

  “She does not love him! I love him! You love him! She just wants to use him and you know it! I need you to back me up on this one, Doreen! She is disrespectful and does not deserve to have my first grandchild!”

  “But you were okay with Brooke having your first grandchild?”

  “Brooke wasn’t too bad.”

  I sucked my teeth and stared at the door as if it were my aunt. She knew her ass was lying about that one. Brooke was the last bitch that any parent wanted their son having a child by.

  “Blanca, you know Laine is a nice girl. Brooke was pretty terrible I have to say so myself, especially now that she’s claiming Mischief fathered her child, which I know is a lie.”

  They must not have been updated on the DNA. That wasn’t my place to tell them the baby belonged to my uncle though. That was Kordell’s shit.

  “I don’t want her with him!” my aunt screeched loudly as fuck, even making me jump.

  Her muthafucking ass was always off the chain, and stayed on Mischief’s bumper. I remember when she showed up to a house party that one of Mischief’s gang-banging homies threw at his crib on Hickory Avenue. She saw a bitch giving Mischief a lap dance and whooped her ass right there in front of everybody. I assumed it was because she was an overprotective ass mama, but the way Mischief acted, he made it seem like she was off in the head. Maybe she was.

  “Blanca, I think you need to talk to someone. You have an unhealthy obsession with that boy.”

  “Unhealthy obsession? I love him! He is my child, I’m supposed to care about who he shoots his sperm into!”

  “Blanca—”

  “You owe me! You owe me for what you did to me, and I need you to pay the fuck up right now or this relationship is done!”

  My aunt always threatened my mom, saying she’d never talk to her again. My mother loved her sister more than anything, and for some reason not having her around was like her worst nightmare. I didn’t have siblings, so I guess that was why I didn’t understand that bond.

  “Blanca you cannot break them apart! They are grown and he loves that girl! For God sakes she’s having the child already! You cannot snatch it out of her!” my mother’s Spanish accent thickened.

  “You slept with my husband and had a fucking child you bitch! You better have my fucking back or I will expose you and never talk to you again! What do you think your hardworking husband will do once he finds out his son belongs to my husband you puta!”

  So that was why my mama let Blanca run all over her ass.

  My heart started to beat out of my chest. I didn’t know if my mom hadn’t responded yet, or if I had just tuned everything out. A part of me wished that I hadn’t stood by and listened to this shit. I didn’t know what the fuck to do so I just stood there, mouth ajar. Next thing I knew, my aunt had snatched the bedroom door open, and bucked her eyes upon seeing me.

  “Mijo, how long have you—” my mother tried to say.

  “Long enough. What the fuck is she talking about, ma?”

  “I was just angry, Ishmael,” Blanca replied.

  “Does he know that he’s my father?” I looked straight over my aunt’s head, staring my mom in the eyes.

  “Yes, he knows, Ishmael.”

  “Yeah, he knew before you even got here. Wanna know when I found out? When you were thirteen and I caught them arguing about disciplining you for something,” my aunt informed me, and my mom shot daggers at her. “What, he knows now! We might as well let it all out, Doreen! Fucking puta!” She stormed past me and down the stairs to leave.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off my mother. All these years she’d been seen as the good sister, and my aunt was always the evil, selfish, ignorant one. But turns out, my mom was just as conniving as her sibling; worse in my opinion. They say the apples don’t fall far from the tree, and clearly the apples that do fall don’t fall far from one another.

  “That nigga is not my father, I don’t care what a DNA test says.”

  “No, I know, honey. Gordon raised you and he’s your father.” She moved closer to me. “But Ishmael, I need you to keep this a secret. I don’t want your cousins finding out, and especially not your father.”

  “Why?” I laughed, moving from her reach. “You don’t want them to find out that sweet aunt Doreen is no different from their mama? Or maybe worse than her?”

  “I am nothing like her!”

  “You fucked your sister’s husband! That’s some hoe shit!”

  WHAM!

  She slapped me hard as fuck and I just nodded.

  “Ishmael, baby, I’m—”

  “Nah, you good.”

  I turned my back to her to hit the stairs, ignoring her calls after me. Once I got to the bottom, I inhaled and exhaled sharply, before leaving out of the house. I needed some time to think.

  ***

  A few hours later… a little after 8:30pm…

  My living room was dark as I watched TV and smoked a blunt. I was in nothing but boxers, basketball shorts, a beater, and socks. My phone was going crazy with texts that I’d been ignoring for the past hour, so I decided to just reply to my cousins, and a few emails I’d gotten regarding booking them. I didn’t want to let my fucked up ass family interfere with my money making at all.

  My phone rang, and I looked down to see it was none other than Sammi… again.

  “Stop calling my phone,” I answered.

  “Wow, so you push me out to fuck with some new bitch?”

  “Don’t know what you’re talking about, but what I do at this point is none of yo’ fucking concern. Worry about what the fuck my cousin is doing, since you got that nigga’s dick so far down yo’ throat.”

  “Ish, please. I made a mistake—”

  “Oh now it’s a mistake because you’ve realized you wasn’t shit but a bop to that nigga?” I chuckled. “You think I’m about to be yo’ second choice bitch?”

  “No, asshole! I was just confused! Not to mention you’d cheated on me the whole time we’d been together, Ishmael! I messed up once and now the fucking world is over?”

  “Yep, double standards. Fuck you.” I hung up on her ass.

  She did have a point in that I did fuck around on her from day one, but I loved her ass; or so I thought. And the least she could have done was fucked a nigga that wasn’t my damn blood. I shook my head as I grabbed the bag of chips sitting on my coffee table and opened them.

  Laughing at In Living Color, I started to relax as my high took over. Suddenly I heard someone knocking at my door, so I grabbed my heat off the end table and got up.

  “Who is it?” I called out.

  “Kady!”

  I set my piece back down, and started towards the door, but then went back to put my gun in the drawer instead. Dusting my hands off on my shorts, I pulled the door open to see Kady’s pretty ass standing there. She wasn’t smiling like usual; she seemed to be a little bothered by something.

  “Are you aight?” I asked, stepping back so she could come in, and closing the door behind her.

  “I was supposed to go to his show tonight.” She plo
pped down on the couch, staring at the TV. I came and sat next to her, not sure why she was telling me that.

  “So uh, why ain’t you there?”

  “Because I wanted to see you.”

  I sighed and sat back on the couch, grabbing my bottle of water and downing some. I wasn’t in the best mood to be dealing with her flip flopping ass. I wished the shit didn’t bother me so muthafucking much these days.

  Wiping down my face, I said, “Well, I ain’t doing shit though so the show probably would have been more fun for you.” I kept my attention on the TV screen.

  “No, I don’t think so.”

  She stood up and pulled her dress over her head to reveal her body. I’d never seen a stomach flatter than hers, and I’d seen a lot of flat stomachs in my time. I took a moment to allow my eyes to drift from her beautiful face, down her body, and all the way to her pretty ass feet, which she was sliding out of her sandals. She let her golden blonde locks down, and stared at me, waiting for the next move.

  Rising to my feet, I took her hand into mine and led her to the bedroom. Before the door even closed good, I put her onto her back, and started to kiss down her stomach as I yanked on her panties. Once they were lying on my floor, I placed her sexy thighs on my shoulders, and buried my face into her pussy. The shit was just as pretty and fat as I’d expected it to be, making my mouth salivate at the sight.

  “Shit,” she moaned softly once I started to flick my tongue over her clit.

  I rubbed up and down her smooth thighs as I feasted, allowing her to slowly grind against my mouth. In no time her breathing slowed up, and her body started to stiffen, just before she let loose. I licked her clean, lapping up everything she’d released, before standing up to remove my shirt. She watched me, sex all in her fucking eyes, as I stepped out my boxers, socks, and basketball shorts. My dick was standing at attention already, and I was ready to slide up inside of her. Usually I would have wanted some head, but I’d been trying to fuck baby girl for months now and was too anxious to hold out any longer.

  Grabbing a condom from my drawer, I slid it down and then climbed between her legs, forcing her onto her back as I kissed her slowly but hungrily while unhooking her bra. She tucked her lips in, waiting, as I positioned myself at her opening, and then forced my way inside. I didn’t expect her to be so snug since she had a nigga, but I guess he wasn’t working with shit, or he was too busy fucking on hoes to break her off on the daily.

  “Oh my gosh,” her voice trembled as she palmed my shoulder blades. I was thinking the same muthafucking thing every time I was all the way inside of her.

  I couldn’t help but to let out a deep moan into the side of her neck before kissing it. Gripping her thigh in my hand, I squeezed on it as I pounded her pussy, winding my hips.

  “Ohh ohh shit,” she whimpered, bringing her hand up and running it through my low-cut hair. She gripped as much as she could, twisting her face as I beat her pussy to a pulp. She was sopping wet, taking me over the edge so I knew I was about to bust one in no time. I hadn’t had pussy this good since I fucked this stripper at Ace of Diamonds a couple weeks ago.

  “Got damn,” I mumbled, kissing her hard as I slammed my dick into her snug drenched pussy.

  Her teeth clenched, and her nails dug deeply into my back as her body stiffened again, gushing on my pole. Rising up a bit, I gripped her neck, and started hammering the pussy until she came again and I let loose inside of the condom. I nutted so hard, that I was sure I may not replenish until about a week later.

  “Oh my gosh,” she breathed heavily, chest moving up and down rapidly.

  I licked her nipples as I slid out of her, and then removed the condom carefully.

  “You finished or can we go another round?” She smiled seductively, spreading her legs so I could see the most perfect pussy I’d ever encountered.

  Fuck… there was no way this would be the last time I hit. Nuzi would just have to learn to share or get his ass beat… no homo.

  Chaz

  A couple days later…

  Erynne’s ass was weirdly okay even though she’d killed somebody recently. I didn’t know if I should be turned on or wary, but for now a nigga was into the shit. Mischief told me Laine was aight for the most part, but she would have her moments where she was either feeling guilty, or paranoid about going to jail, about retaliation from Risk’s people, or about going to hell. Shit was funny, but then again, I guess it wasn’t for her.

  “Look at me. I have to be at work soon and I still found time to make you pancakes,” Erynne smiled, setting a plate of food in front of me.

  “Thanks, baby, but you know I could have made this for myself. You don’t have to do all this shit before a long ass day at work.”

  “Next time just say thank you,” she grinned. Way too damn pretty.

  She was wearing a gray dress that appeared to be the same material as a t-shirt. It looked nice on her, showing her slim thick frame and deep chocolate skin, however when she squatted down to pick something up, I saw too far up her damn thigh which meant the outfit needed some adjustments.

  “You got some shorts or something to put on?” I asked, shoving some of the bacon into my mouth.

  “No. Why? It’s not even short.” She stood up straight and looked over her shoulder to examine her body.

  “I can see up your thigh, baby.”

  “I mean, it’s only girls at the shop.”

  “Niggas come by there to either sell y’all shit, or just to look at y’all. Trust me I used to do the shit all the time in high school. A lot of my girlfriends in high school were grown women working in salons.”

  “So you have a thing for hair stylists?” she chuckled.

  “Maybe so, I don’t know. But what I do know is if you want to get to work on time, then you should put on some shorts.” I focused on my plate, tearing my food up. I knew she was looking at me though.

  “You honestly think some high schooler could waltz into the shop and convince me to go home with him? Come on, Chaz,” she said, giggling.

  “Well, nah, not you, because you got me, and you can’t possibly want shit else. But them hairstylists used to tell me the same shit when I came up in there trying to get with one of them. But guess what, by the next week I had them grown women in my bed getting fucked.”

  When I was in tenth grade, both my girlfriends during that year were over twenty-five years old.

  “That’s statutory rape.”

  Shrugging, I said, “Shorts.”

  “I don’t have any shorts,” she mocked me.

  “Find some or you can wear a pair of my basketball ones. Just pull on the drawstring to make it fit.”

  “Are you serious?” I picked my head up from my plate and looked her in the eyes. “What the hell would I look like wearing your basketball shorts under this dress?”

  “A young respectable woman in a relationship. If I saw you and didn’t know you, I would say now that’s a good Christian woman, rocking some long basketball shorts under her dress.”

  “Such a liar!” She laughed.

  “Nah, but for real, go change.” I nodded towards the back and then looked her in the eyes seriously.

  She rolled hers, and then went to her bedroom to find something to put under. She returned with some speedo like bottoms, the same color as her dress. I knew her ass was lying about not having any.

  “Bye.” She leaned down to kiss me and then left.

  Since I was at her apartment that she shared with her friends, I quickly demolished the rest of my food, then went to brush my teeth and shower. I got dressed in a simple fit; t-shirt, jeans, and Nikes, before putting my watch and chain on.

  I checked my phone and saw that my lawyer was able to schedule another meeting with Jade and her lawyer in two weeks, since Jade’s attorney was busy until then. That was good news because I was hoping that Jade wouldn’t be on any bullshit by that time and we could proceed.

  I refused to give her money base off my record deal advancement
, especially because I’d declined it. Granted I was making a lot more money now that I was signed, but I didn’t feel she deserved part of it. She didn’t do shit to help me get to where I was, except bug the fuck outta of me and get my blood pressure up. Shit half the time she gave me shit for even pursuing music, so why and the fuck should she benefit from what I made off of it.

  Pocketing my phone, I left the apartment because I was gonna meet up with Elicia and the realtor. I was comfortable enough financially to buy myself a condo and my lawyer said it was fine, so I had Elicia hook up with a realtor that could find some in the city of Torrance. It was a nice neighborhood, and not too far from my siblings and cousin, which was perfect.

  I pulled up to the Townhouse community that we were to look at first, and I saw Elicia standing by her car, talking to a middle aged white man who I assumed was the realtor. I got out, and as soon as I hit my alarm, Elicia turned to look at me and smiled.

  “Hey, Chaz, meet Winston Gulliver, the realtor we’ll be using.” She smiled.

  “Nice to meet you, man.” I shook his hand.

  “Likewise, Mr. Benjamin. Why don’t we get started so I can show you the townhouse?” He led the way. “Your budget gave me a lot to work with in this area, so all of the ones I’m gonna show you today are exquisite.”

  “Perfect.” I nodded, already liking the aesthetics of the building. I looked out the corner of my eye to see Elicia smiling up at me.

  Winston showed us about four or five properties, and I decided to go with this one on Jefferson because it was the most spacious, and had a lot of shit you’d find in a house. I didn’t know how long I was gonna be there, but I wanted to be comfortable and able to accommodate changes that came my way in case I stayed a while. It had three bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, a den, big ass living room with a fireplace, and a two-car garage. And I was hoping Erynne would come live with me. Shit it would be rent free for her, allowing her to hold onto the $1300 she was shelling out to my uncle.

  After going over some paperwork, and letting Winston check my pristine ass credit, we were done for the day and I just had to wait a little bit before I got the place since he’d pulled some strings he said.