Don't Come Looking For Love 3: Family Ties

by Natavia

  “I was runnin’ through the six with my woes/ you know how that should go/ you know how that should go…”

  I leaned back in my seat as Tejah rolled a blunt up for me. She rolled it better than Kenjay and that nigga could roll. She made the blunt nice and fat.

  “What type of nigga was you fucking with?” I asked her.

  “Not a hood nigga. I have never been with one before honestly. Lyle was a fake hood. I learned from my friend in high school. She was Jamaican. I used to always smoke back then. I couldn’t go a day without smoking, but now I might hit it every once in a blue moon,” she said, lighting it for me.

  Four hours later we were driving down a dirt road. Tejah was sleeping and so was Sheba. I pulled up to the three-level cabin. If I was a nature type of nigga, I would’ve moved into it. I shook Tejah, waking her up.

  “This is the BOMB. When you said cabin I was thinking of a small slave house,” she said. I grabbed our things out of the trunk. Tejah picked up Sheba’s cage. I knew she couldn’t wait to get out.

  “I don’t think I want to leave,” Tejah said, picking Sheba up when we walked in.

  “Be careful when you take her outside. Sheba is going to be swinging on trees and not want to get down. You need to put a leash on her if you take her out,” I said. Tejah rolled her eyes then put a leash on Sheba to take her outside to look around. I forgot to get food. There wasn’t anything to eat in the cabin.

  A few minutes later Tejah came back inside. She put Sheba down and, like always, Sheba started getting into stuff. She was playing with the faucets in the kitchen. “We should go fishing tomorrow. I always wanted to go fishing,” she said.

  “Cool.”

  She pushed me down on the couch then straddled me.

  “You must not be sore anymore,” I said, grabbing her ass.

  “Oh, I’m definitely sore. But that’s not what I had in mind,” she said, unzipping my shorts. She got down on her knees as she held my dick in her hand. I was rock hard just from the gesture.

  She kissed the tip then spat on it. She massaged it then took me into her mouth. Her pink-glossed lips never looked so pretty. She relaxed her throat muscles, taking me in deeper. She seductively sucked me off as I gripped her hair.

  “UUMMPPPPHHHHHH!” a moan escaped from my mouth. She popped my dick out of her mouth then jerked me off. I threw my head back enjoying the feeling. When she took me back into her mouth I almost screamed like a bitch. Sheba ran into the living room then jumped on Tejah’s back. She started looking in Tejah’s weave for insects.

  “You better not stop, Tejah, fuck! Suck that shit!” I said on the verge of busting the biggest nut down her throat. Spit ran down my dick as I slowly fucked her mouth. Not once did she gag. The slurping sounds and my grunts were getting louder. She jerked me off faster. It almost felt better than pussy.

  “I’m about to bust! UURRGGHHHHHHHH!” I grunted as Tejah sucked harder. I shot a load down her throat and she still didn’t let up. Females knew after a nigga bust a nut the dick became sensitive. When they kept going after you nut it made you want to slap the hell out of them. The feeling was hard to take.

  “Get up,” I said but she refused to get up. She latched onto my dick like she was trying to get some more nut.

  “ARRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I let out, yanking her hair, almost snapping her neck. After she drained me she stood up. Sheba was still on her back. Tejah had sucked me dry! My dick was clean like I just got out of the shower. I stood up, fixing myself.

  I went inside my pocket, pulling out a stack. I put it in Tejah’s hand.

  “That’s for your hair. I fucked that shit up twice today. I apologize,” I said, laughing.

  “Fuck my hair, nigga. You almost broke my neck. But let’s go to the store, so I can cook dinner. Sheba and I are hungry,” she said, smirking.

  “It’s going to be hard to get rid of me. You know that, right?” I asked.

  “Yup! That’s how I want it to be,” she said, walking off.

  If only Tejah knew how she had me wrapped around her little finger.

  Britain

  One month later…

  We rented out a hall for the fashion show. I didn’t think it was going to be big but it was HUGE. Latavia had gotten a runway and all of that that. It was decorated beautifully! There were rows of chairs on each side of the runway.

  Cam was getting prepared. Even Jamie decided she would help out. Latavia wasn’t a Jamie fan but I think it was because they were too much alike. I would never tell Latavia that though. Tataliscious strutted in with his duffel bags. He was styling hair and Latavia was doing make-up for the event.

  “This is glamorous, hunty!” he said, looking around. Tejah strolled in with her long weave swinging side to side. Like always she was strutting in her high heels.

  “Get it, chile! Work it, hunty! I wish I didn’t cut my dick off because I would make an exception for some fish!” Tataliscious said.

  “But your dick was only four inches, remember?” Jamie said. We all burst into laughter.

  “Wait! Who are you related to because Kenjay is packing some serious meat and Lo-Lo said Sameer is packing some shit too. Not to mention, Miss Grown Tejah had to go to the hospital last week,” Latavia said.

  “DAMNNN! Why did you have to go to the hospital, Tejah?” Cam asked, snickering.

  “Welllll, for y’alls information, I went because my IUD was knocked out of place. I was in so much pain I thought I was going to die. Shine, bless his soul, felt so bad, y’all. But then he told me I shouldn’t have it in the first place. I think he’s trying to get me pregnant,” she said. I gasped.

  “You lying!” I said.

  “Honeyyyyy, I’m serious! Shine is having baby fever already,” she said.

  “I think it’s because he’s almost thirty and all of his cousins have kids. He’s probably at the point in life where he doesn’t feel the need to wait,” I said.

  “That would be one rich, pretty baby! You better give that man your egg. Shit. Then call me when y’all break the news to his mama. I would like to see the look on her face when she hears she is going to be a grandma,” Latavia said.

  “What look? That bitch’s face is stuck,” Tataliscious added. Jamie’s phone rang, but she ignored it.

  “Talk to your man. You can’t have him calling you like that,” Cam said.

  “He cheated on me. I’ll talk to him when I’m ready,” Jamie said. Tataliscious rolled his eyes. “Jamie, hunty, I love you, I really do but you need to put on your big-girl panties. You drove that man to cheat. Everyone knows Killa has a good heart. I’m sure it hurt him as much as it hurt you,” Tataliscious said.

  “Yeah, I agree. Jamie, you need to just talk to him instead of acting like this. It’s getting old now. Your selfish ways and smart mouth are getting old,” Cam said. The doors opened, and Killa stormed in.

  “Who pissed that big nigga off? Oh, shit he’s coming over here,” Tejah said, hiding behind me.

  “What the hell are you scared for?” I asked.

  “Honey, Miss Tejah is too cute to be an innocent bystander. If I were you, I’d hide under the table with me. I feel an earthquake coming on,” she whispered. Jamie tried to walk away but Tataliscious pulled her back then pushed her towards Killa.

  Latavia crept out of the room with her big stomach. I wanted to laugh but I held it in.

  “What the fuck is up? So, you don’t see me calling you?” he yelled. Jamie was mute. I would be too because Killa was tall and thick! He was very intimidating. His tattoos and size were menacing.

  “I’m busy.” She finally got her voice back.

  “Do it look like I give a fuck about that shit, shorty? Walk outside and let me holla at you for a second,” he said.

  “Don’t go, bitch! Don’t go! Run!” Tejah whispered. Well, she thought she whispered. Killa heard her then smiled.

  “Awwww, he has dimples,” Tejah said.

  “I’m not going to lay hands on her. I just want to talk t
o her that’s it. I promise she will come back in one piece. She’s just breaking my heart right now,” he said with compassion in his eyes.

  “AWWWWWW!” we said in unison.

  Jamie blushed with her head down.

  “Can you come outside and talk to me please? Just give me five minutes then I’ll let you get back to your gossiping,” he said. He turned around and walked out of the room.

  “When you go outside tell him to fuck you against the car like Shine did Tejah,” I said then we laughed as Jamie left the room.

  “Shut the hell up, Britain! How about you and O’Shea? I know he be doing some damage. That nigga dick is all over the internet. They even have it on pornhub now,” Tejah said.

  “No offense to you, hunntyyyyyyy, but when Miss Tataliscious saw that video I died. The queens lifted me, hunty! All I saw was a nice chocolate toned body and a big, black, horse dick. That Miss Jordan didn’t know what to do with it. He needed to get arrested. Huntttyyyyyy! May her non-singing ass rest in peace but her pussy checked out way before she did. It flashed me right before my eyes. Her pussy fell on the floor. When her pussy fell on the floor I—” Then all of a sudden Tataliscious fell onto the floor with his tongue hanging out, playing dead.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Cam asked Tata as she wiped her eyes from laughing.

  “I’m playing Jordan Liles’s pussy!” he said. I burst into laughter.

  “Where is Tee-Tee?” I asked.

  “She said she may not come. She been having Braxton Hicks. I told her we would record it,” Cam said.

  “Like a true diva! Miss your own show!” Tataliscious said.

  Tejah grabbed a dress off the clothes rack that was wrapped in plastic. She handed it to Tata.

  Tata lifted the plastic then grabbed his chest. He fanned himself to keep from crying.

  “This is so beautiful,” he said. The dress was sheer with gold glitter covering the breast and private area. Around the wrists, the sleeves fanned out like a tutu then draped down.

  “I have my queen show next week in DC and it’s a big event. Queens from all over are going to be there. Now, I know I’m going to bring it to the throne. Miss Tejah I swear you are my new role model. Don’t tell Jamie though!” Tataliscious said.

  “Just be sure to tell them who made it. Shine got the building for me. Now we are in the process of fixing it up and hiring people to make my designs. I am trying to take off! I want to knock Malore’s ass right out of the box!” she said.

  “Malore isn’t getting out any time soon they said. Sad that her husband fucked her life up. She didn’t even know what type of man he was!” I said. They looked at me to see if I would push the subject further but I didn’t. I hated my father and didn’t want to even think about him. I hope he rots in hell. O’Shea had a court date in a few weeks for the charges my father filed against him. I hoped he dropped dead before then. I wouldn’t feel a thing.

  After we dressed a few of the models who used to work for Malore, Tejah and I got dressed. There was a lot going on but we were getting it done. Tataliscious was styling hair and even had some nice wigs. Latavia, like always, beat our faces.

  The guests started coming in, so my mother, Sheri, Vera and Pam started seating them. O’Shea even talked to the woman that owned Urban Life Magazine to make an appearance. Not only that but when we wore Tejah’s dresses at my reception, they were talked about all over. So, yes everyone was interested in Tejah’s line. She was going to sell from Tee-Tee’s boutique. Our men connected us together and I was glad to have met Cam, Tee-Tee, Jamie and even Tata.

  “Where the hell is Sameer? That nigga is supposed to be walking down the runway,” Latavia fussed.

  “How does Lo-Lo feel about that?” I asked.

  “She’s cool with it. She’s coming too. I wanted her to be in the show but her ass is HUGE. I think Lo-Lo is having twins. They said it’s a possibility that one is hiding, so she has to go back to find out. Dealing with two babies and Sameer’s evil ass is just too much,” Latavia fussed.

  “There they go right there,” I said. Lo-Lo wobbled over to us, looking uncomfortable. I gave her a hug—I barely saw much of her. Lo-Lo came around sometimes but she was more of a female that kept to herself.

  I put my hand on her stomach. “Damn, girl! Look at you,” I said.

  “I cannot believe I’m doing this,” Lo-Lo said before Sameer grilled her.

  My husband came walking in with Shia, looking like a million bucks. My heart almost skipped a beat. I didn’t think that feeling would ever go away.

  “The line is wrapped around the corner. I had to sneak in through the back,” he said, kissing my cheek.

  “Are you sure Catty is going to be okay at the house with Kensi?” I asked. I didn’t want to bring him because of the loud music and it wasn’t the type of event to bring a baby to.

  “Yes, he’s fine. Stop worrying,” he said.

  “Shia, go to the back and tell Tejah to give you your outfit.” She smiled. My heart almost shattered because I still couldn’t believe Domo and Latisa was doing that shit to my daughter to blackmail us. I was glad Domo was still in a coma, although Latisa was fully awake. I heard that her brain was partially damaged. I didn’t have a violent bone in my body but shit changes when you fuck with people’s kids!

  “Is my outfit going to look like the ones y’all are wearing?” Shia asked me.

  “I hope not. What kind of outfit is it, Britain? I hope there’s pants and long sleeves,” O’Shea fussed. Poor Shia! When she gets older she is never going to have a boyfriend, I thought to myself.

  “It has a tutu skirt, with some flashy leggings, a tank-top and leather jacket. I don’t remember the other outfit. It’s a fashion show, she has to look the part, daddy!” I said, laughing.

  “Hurry up and go back there, Shia, before your daddy gets you,” I said. She ran to the back.

  “What’s going to happen when she falls in love for the first time?” I asked my husband.

  “That lil’ nigga’s parents will be burying him,” he spat seriously.

  “So, is Kensi allowed to fall in love?”

  “Hell yeah! All day! I can’t wait to talk to him about girls,” he said.

  “Leave it alone, Britain. That’s just the mind of a man. Kenjay is already talking about killing someone if they look at Adore. He said she better die a virgin because if a little nigga knock on our door, he is shooting him. I feel sorry for our daughters,” Latavia said.

  “You damn skippy! No father wants his little girl to grow up. Teagan and Symera better play with baby dolls until I get old and die,” Sameer butted in.

  “Those are the ones that have babies at a young age. When you keep them isolated like that it just makes them want to rebel,” I said. Sameer looked like he wanted to slap me.

  “Keep on, Britain! I will push one of those models off the runway and ruin everything. Don’t put that shit in my head! I need to go smoke something! I’ll be right back!” Sameer said, walking off.

  “Don’t be long!” I called after him. Lo-Lo and Latavia laughed.

  “Girlllll, you pissed him off! I’m glad you did! That muthafucka gets on my nerves! He is just so damn evil. It’s ridiculous! I thought my baby, Kenjay, was a little off, but that Sameer is retarded,” Latavia said.

  “Hold up, bitch! Don’t you go there, Latavia! You already know I don’t play about my Sameer. Kenjay has called me a whale, a hippo, and a damn elephant. Oh, and his favorite is Sumo wrestler! And let’s not forget, he sat a basket of fried chicken in front of my door for my birthday. Your man is a jackass!” Lo-Lo fussed.

  “Shit, you said that’s what you wanted for your birthday! Kenjay just jokes with you. Those niggas love them some plus-size women! You tease Kenjay too, Lo-Lo! Didn’t you call him an immigrant and told him to cut your grass? So, don’t stand there and try to make my baby seem like he’s evil. I’m not listening to that shit,” Latavia said, getting pissed. Those two were always arguing about something.r />
  “To piss both of you off and end this argument, I’m going to tell y’all this. O’Shea is the most respectful one. Him and Shine. Now, everyone else is questionable. So, let’s not argue because that whole family is a damn mess. Come on, it’s almost time,” I said, walking to the back with Latavia following behind me.

  Thirty minutes later…

  I strutted down the runway as the song “Flawless” played with my overly bushy mane. I was wearing an off-the-shoulder pale yellow dress that draped down in the back. On my feet were some yellow and brown python material pumps. Tataliscious added pieces to my hair to give it a wilder look. My face was beat and gold glitter covered my eyelids. My eyelashes were extra long. I shook my hair out then posed when I got down to the end. When I turned back around I kicked my leg back then took off cat-walking. I did a spin on my tippy-toes then strutted towards the back. The crowd whistled and cameras flashed. Next up was Sameer and another model. I hope he doesn’t push her, I thought to myself.