I slid my dick back inside her and bought my hands around to play with her titties.
“Answer the question then,” I demanded, getting back on beat with my strokes.
“Nowww…. Fuckkk I’m cummminnn… Dreeeee,” she screamed.
To hear her calling my name like that, in that sweet angelic voice, I bit into my bottom lip so I wouldn’t scream my damn self. I emptied out a heavy ass load inside of her, even though I had emptied off one in her early this morning. One would think that I didn’t have any more nut to offer her ass.
“Shittt, boy,” she said, out of breath as she turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I picked her up with one arm and sat her down on top of the bathroom counter. She placed both of her hands on my chest and hungrily kissed me, even though both of us were breathing hard as hell.
“I love you so much. You always know how to handle your business with me,” she said after we pulled apart.
I kissed her lips one final time and then I wiped my dick off and got dressed. When I finished, I wiped the counter and Toya off. I wanted so badly eat the fuck out of her pussy right now, but I would wait to do that when we got home. Once we were both dressed, we walked out the bathroom, hand in hand like nothing had just went down.
“You think she heard us?” Toya asked when we made our way back into the living room. My grandmother was still sleep, but hell, you never know.
“Us? That was you doing all of that screaming,” I said and she playfully hit me on the arm.
She let go of my hand and walked over to the corner to put her shoes back on. I walked over to my grandmother, shook her, and when she woke up, I let her know that we were about to leave. Toya came over and hugged and kissed her as well, and then we were out the door.
Now, I was about to let lil mama burn a hole though my damn pockets. She better be lucky I love her ass!
Chapter 13: Charlie
Here I was seven months pregnant and I felt like a fat pig. Because I’ve always been small, whenever I gain a little bit of weigh, I always feel like I’m just so huge. When I was pregnant with China, I only gained fifteen pounds during my pregnancy. Now being pregnant with our second daughter, I had gained about twenty-five pounds and I was just ready to drop this damn load any day now.
Quan liked me this way and he showed his appreciation toward my body every day. Another thing I cannot stand about this damn pregnancy are my damn hormones. I mean, a bitch was horny 24/7. If Quan wasn’t home so we could have sex, I would take my ass to wherever he was, just so I could get my rocks off.
I was only going in to a work a couple of days a week now, because that feeling in my body had finally kicked in, and I wasn’t able to do the things that I would normally be able to do. Right now, I was in the car with my baby, on our way to Dolphin mall so that I could find me something to wear to my baby shower next weekend.
I honestly didn’t want one, but my mom and my girls insisted that I had one since I never got the chance to do it when I was pregnant with China. Funny how the times have changed because I wasn’t able to do a lot of things during my first pregnancy. For that, I would forever be thankful to God and happy that Quan and I were now in position where we didn’t have to struggle anymore and we could provide for our children. That’s why I support my husband in everything he does because if he weren’t for him, none of this would have been possible.
Quan had dreams and I believed in them with him, and I knew that he had the talent to one day be in a position to provide for his family. This is part of the reason why it used to make me so mad when Quan would cheat on me after he became famous. Those women wanted him for all the wrong reasons. They saw the money, cars, clothes, and fame, and they were attracted to that. Whereas, all I saw was his heart and that’s all I wanted. I loved him enough to let him go, though. Which is why the first two years of his rapping career, we weren’t together, we were just co-parenting.
I knew Quan well enough to know that eventually he would bring his ass to his senses. During our time apart, I never entertained any other dude. I knew that Quan was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, so I waited for him. I know most women would have probably moved on, but I just couldn’t because I couldn’t help but to think about the conversations that we would have as teenagers about spending the rest of our lives together. I couldn’t just throw all of that away, and clearly he couldn’t either because he came right back.
Ten minutes later, we pulled up to the mall and I was lucky enough to find a parking space up front. After parking, I turned the car off and got my baby from the backseat. I helped her out of her booster seat and when she was on her two feet, she reached her hand out for me to hold. I put her hand in mine, closed the door and locked it. We walked into the mall hand in hand, and I knew that by the time we left, my feet were going to be killing me from walking around this big ass mall.
“Let’s go in here right quick, so I can get your outfit for Saturday,” I said once we were in front of the True Religion store.
We walked inside and I went to the back to the kids’ section. I found her a cute jean skirt with a matching denim shirt that she would wear tucked in. I also picked her up a few other jeans and shirts just to have. When I had everything in my hand, I stood over by the fitting rooms so that somebody could open one of the doors for us. I had to have China try her clothes on in the store because this mall was too damn far from the house for me to bring anything back if it didn’t fit.
Once we were inside the fitting room, I sat down on the bench, with all of this belly resting on my thigh and put the clothes on the side of me.
“Come on, China, so you can try on these clothes,” I said, beckoning with my hand for her to come over to me.
“Mommy, come on, I’m a big girl. I can get dressed by myself,” she let me know as she began to take off her dress.
I smiled at my baby because she was growing right before my eyes. I also couldn’t help but to notice that the bigger I got during my pregnancy, the snappier China had become toward me. I was kind of used to her outbursts here and there, but lately, it was more than usual. I often didn’t trip because I knew she inherited that shit from me, but if it became too much then I would quickly nip that shit in the bud. I watched as she had a hard time getting the shirt over her head and she sucked her teeth, defeated.
“China come here, let Mommy do it for you,” I told her.
“No!” she said, with way too much bass in her voice for my liking.
I sat forward on the bench and grabbed her by the front of the shirt that she had halfway on and yanked her lil ass in my direction. China had never screamed at me that way, so I knew that something was bothering her, but it still didn’t justify the fact that she was disrespecting me.
“Little girl, what the hell is wrong with you, screaming at me like that?” I asked her after I let her shirt go. I noticed that she was crying too.
“You don’t even care about me anymore, Mommy. All you and Daddy care about is my new sister.”
She cried and it broke my heart to see my little girl saying that. My baby was only seven years old, and I didn’t know why she would be thinking this way. I helped her pull the shirt over her head, lifted her up and sat her on my lap.
“China, why would you say that? You know me and your daddy love you more than anything in this world. Everything that we’re doing, we’re doing it for you and your sister,” I said as my eyes got watery and my voice cracked a little bit. Damn, this pregnancy had my ass way too emotional.
I watched as China pulled out a little chain from around her neck and she showed it to me. It read, A/B Honor Roll. “Yesterday was my assembly and I made the honor roll and I was student of the month. Everybody’s parents were there except for mine,” she said, with tears falling down her face.
If I never felt like shit before, I felt like shit now, and I could see why China would be mad at her father and I. I was normally on top of everything when it came to my daughte
r’s academics, so how the hell did I let myself slip up like that? Lately, I would pick China up from school and either drop her off with my mother or with Monae, and when it was time for me to pick her up it would be late, so I wasn’t checking her planner. I knew that my baby would do her homework in after care and the teachers there would help and my mom or Monae would check too. Fuck, I was messing up on my responsibilities as a mother, trying to run a damn store, keep up with doctor visits and everything else. I wasn’t trying to make up any excuses, all I knew was that I had fucked up. Point blank period.
“Why didn’t you tell me about it yesterday morning when I took you to school?” I asked China.
“I thought you saw the note in my planner, like you always do, that’s why,” she said.
I pulled her body into mine and held onto her for dear life. This was breaking my heart to see my baby like this.
“China, I love you, okay? And I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there at the assembly yesterday. You know since you’ve been in school, I’ve always been there. This time, I just messed up and it kills me that I wasn’t there. I just want you to know that my absence doesn’t have anything to do with me not loving you. Also, don’t ever say that all we care about is the new baby because you know that’s not true,” I said, kissing her forehead.
“Okay, Mommy,” she said and wiped her eyes.
“So, can I have a kiss?” I asked her. She looked up and quickly placed a kiss on my lips.
After I finished having her try on the rest of the outfits, we went back up front and I paid. I continued looking around the mall to find me something to wear, and eventually I found a cute, long dress in BCBG. It was a beige strapless dress and it was perfect for the occasion. After I found the perfect shoes to match, we finally left the mall.
We made it outside to the parking lot and I spotted a very familiar face getting out of her car. I had been dying to run into this bitch, and now that the opportunity had presented itself, I wanted to act on it. But, damn, I had my fuckin’, daughter with me. I needed to handle this because it was no telling when the next time I would see this bitch again.
“China, get in the car and don’t get out,” I told my daughter as I put the bags inside and just put her in the back seat.
I turned the car on and then closed the door behind me. She wasn’t parked on the same row as us, but I could still see her and she was almost at the entrance. I quickly walked as fast as my pregnant body would let me. I couldn’t sleep another night knowing that I had never gotten closure on this situation.
“Hey, Nita,” I said as soon as I reached her.
She looked at me with wild eyes as I stood in front of her, shaking my head. This was the bitch that I allowed my daughter to be around, and in the end, it was all just one big fuckin’ joke, making me out to be the dumbest mother in the book. I had people calling me stupid for having my daughter in the presence of a stranger, but people always seemed to talk the most shit when the shit didn’t happen to them.
I felt like I was being a good mother by letting my daughter attend a sleepover, since she had never attended one before. Never did I think that it was all staged and she would be held for ransom in the end. For that reason alone, my daughter will never go over to anyone else’s house unless it’s family.
“Charlie, I don’t want no problems with you. I have my phone right here and I will call the police on your ass,” this bitch had the fuckin’ nerve to say.
“Yeah, like I should have called the police on your ass for that foul shit you pulled. What the fuck did they promise your ass to make you agree to some foul shit like that? I just want to know what the fuck could be so promising to you that you would get my damn daughter involved in this shit. You got a daughter my fuckin’ child’s age, so I would think that you would be able to relate to my situation and tell them no when they came to you with the idea,” I said.
“I needed the money, okay? You wouldn’t understand that because your baby daddy takes care of you,” she said, trying to throw shade.
“Correction, he’s my husband, you dumb bitch! And as far as Quan taking care of me, I never sat at home on my ass with my fuckin’ hand out, but I don’t have to fuckin’ explain that shit to you. Answer me something, did you get your money?” I asked, walking closer to her. I was tired of talking and I was ready to knock this bitch out.
“That’s not any of your business,” she said.
I swung my arm around and punched her ass dead in her jaw. That shit was long overdue.
“You are a dumb ass bitch, and I’m about to teach your ass a fuckin’ lesson about messin’ with my damn child,” I said, punching her ass again and she fell to the ground.
Pregnant and all, I went to work on her ass. This ass whooping was for me being laid up in the hospital worrying about my damn daughter, and for the simple fact that she fuckin’ deserved it. I felt no sympathy for this bitch as I beat her ass up in broad daylight.
I kicked her a few times in the ribs and then bent down and whispered in her ear, “If I were you, I would get the fuck out of town because trust me, it’s going to be like this every time I see your ass. I’ll never forgive a bitch as grimy ass you. You played the worst role in all of this shit because you stood in my fuckin’ face and lied to me, with my daughter right there beside me,” I said and kicked her one final time and then briskly walked away to my car because we had a little crowd forming.
“Mommy, why were you fighting?” China asked me as soon as I got in the car.
I ignored her and sucked my teeth, preparing myself for when I got home because I knew for a fact that she was going to tell her daddy about what I had just done. I didn’t regret shit, because that ass whooping was well deserved.
Chapter 14: Quan
I was sitting in my living room getting higher than a motha fucka with my feet kicked up and watching reruns of Martin. I wasn’t going into the studio today because a nigga had been working hard all the damn time, and I just wanted a day to kick back, relax, and spend some time with my favorite girls. But when I woke up this morning, Charlie and China weren’t here. I remember her saying last night that she was going to go to the mall this morning, but that shit had totally slipped my mind.
Lately, work had been great. Between Dre and I, I didn’t know who was working the hardest because it seemed like every time I went to the studio, he was in his own session too. I was proud of my bruh though, and happy that he wasn’t in these streets making dumb ass decisions anymore that would land his ass right back in jail. He had just finished his album, which was released last weekend and it was titled A Real Dope Boy’s Story.
That shit was hard, and all the niggas around the way were vibing to it because that shit was real. His album hit the number one spot on the charts within twenty-four hours and I was so proud of that nigga that it didn’t make any sense.
I heard the front door open and I quickly put out the joint. I knew Charlie was about to start tripping off the smell, but she should have called a nigga to let me know that she was on the way, so I could open up some damn windows or something.
“Really, Jaquan?” she said, coming into the living room with her hands on her hips.
I noticed China wasn’t by her side, so I’m pretty sure she had told her to go upstairs so she wouldn’t come in the living room and smell the weed.
“Chill, I put it out. What’s up with you? Why you got an attitude?” I asked her as I stood up from the couch and made my way over to her. I rubbed her on her belly and then kissed her lips.
“I don’t have an attitude. I’m surprised you’re here,” she said.
“Yeah, I’m not going into the studio today. I was going to kick it with you two,” I told her and she nodded her head before walking away.
I knew my wife, and I knew that something was up with her. I couldn’t count on her to tell me, so I was going to pry it out of my daughter. I walked up the stairs until I got in China’s room. She was sitting on the floor playing with her baby dolls.
“Hey Daddy,” she said as she stood up and gave me a hug. I picked her up, kissed her cheek, and walked over to the bed with her still in my arms.
“Hey, Daddy’s baby. How you doing?” I asked her.
“I’m okay. Did Mommy tell you what happened?” she asked me with a curious expression on her face.
“No, she didn’t. What happened?”
“Oh nothing,” she sang and got out of my lap.
I’m pretty sure that my wife had embedded in China’s head to keep whatever she did today a secret, but I knew how to con my daughter when it came to getting information out of her. She was only seven years old, so a trip to Walmart for some new toys or something like that would do the trick.
“If you tell me what happened, I’ll take you to Walmart right now and you can pick out all the toys you want,” I said, sitting toward the edge of the bed.
“I don’t want toys, but I do want that little Louis Vuitton purse that I saw the other day when I was in the store with Mommy,” she said.
I almost passed the hell out. I had my little daughter now asking for purses. Oh damn, I could see my pockets being broke within the next few years, especially since I had another girl on the way.
“Alright, whatever you want. So what happened?”
“Mommy was fighting Kassidy’s mom today after we left the mall,” she said very quickly and went back to playing with her dolls.
I knew my daughter wasn’t going to give up any more information, so I got up and went to find my pregnant wife. Hopefully China was just exaggerating because I knew that Charlie was smart enough not to be fighting while she was pregnant with my damn child, and I knew she wouldn’t do that shit while she had my daughter with her!
I heard the water running in our bathroom, so I went and opened the door. When I walked inside, Charlie was stepping out of her clothes about to take a bath. “Shit, you scared the hell out of me. I didn’t even hear you come in,” she said, holding onto her chest.
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