"Yes! I can't believe he played sick yesterday," she replied and we chuckled as we walked back to my office.
"So is Dreeis going to this bachelor party?" I asked as soon as my office door closed.
"Jules'? Yeah. Can you believe he's marrying Honey? After she-" Morgan stopped.
"No, it's okay. I can't believe he's marrying her after she gave Kendrick head a couple times either." I half smiled and Morgan nodded.
I cut my computer on, and then put my iPad on my desk.
"So, is Kendrick going?" she asked.
"Yeah, I told him he better stay far away from them hoes," I responded and we laughed.
"I'm sure he will. He hasn't done anything since that Sydney chick," Morgan said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but it still just gives me a queasy feeling. I don't like thinking about him being around strippers. It's almost like sending a reformed crackhead to a crack party," I joked.
"Yeah, I know," Morgan chuckled. "But I think he's gonna do well. Kendrick can't be dumb enough to cheat again," she said.
"I'm just imagining myself sitting at home, and he walks through the door with that somber look on his face, telling me he fucked one of them bitches," I said in a low tone.
"Nic, that's not gonna happen. Watch, he's gonna impress you," she smiled.
"I hope so, because I just don't want to deal with that," I huffed.
"What would you say?" she raised a brow.
"Uh, sign these divorce papers nigga. If he fucks up this time Morgan, it's over. He's cheating for no reason. It's not like I did something to make him cheat. So, if Kendrick doesn't want to have Nic anymore, he can go right ahead and sleep with one of those hoes, because I will be gone." I smacked my lips, while throwing up the peace sign and she nodded.
Chapter Two: Kendrick
The Bachelor Party
I slipped my navy blue Versace crew neck over my head, and then grabbed my blue snapback. I had on light blue jeans, and navy blue and white Jordan 13's. Once I sprayed my Tom Ford cologne, I was ready to go. I was gonna be low key tonight, cause I didn't need no bullshit popping off. I didn't want to attract the attention of any of these young ladies stripping tonight.
"Alright babe." I leaned down and kissed Nic's lips, then roughed up KJ. I pinched Kendrin's cheek then headed out of the den.
"Peace out, Daddy," KJ called after me with his thug ass.
"Peace out, son," I yelled back and left.
I picked up Kendon, and then headed over to Hotel Monaco Baltimore.
"I'm so ready," Kendon exhaled.
He and Jessica had two three-year-old twins, basically. Although my niece, Kennedy and nephew, Kenzie had different moms, they were the same age and acted like full-blooded siblings.
"I bet, how's life?" I chuckled.
"Crazy as fuck, but I thank God for Jessica," he smirked. "She deals with them the majority of the day, and is still able to fuck me at night." He licked his lips.
"TMI." I shook my head and proceeded to the party.
I'm a young ass nigga, but I can buy yo’ bitch a home. "I Wonder" by Fetty Wap was playing when Ricky opened the hotel room door.
The room was decked the fuck out, and I was surprised Jules had such good taste. He wasn't lying either; there were about six damn strippers here, dressed in next to nothing. You can do this Kendrick, I told myself.
"Sup Kendrick and Kendon," a couple of them said, as I dapped up Kendreeis, Kendrew, and the other homies.
I picked the seat furthest away, and watched as the homies enjoyed the lap dances. It was about fifteen of us there, and my brothers and I were the only ones denying dances. We still threw money at them, but didn't touch shit. One of the girls locked eyes with me as I sipped my drink, and danced her way over to me. Shit.
"What you doing over here?" she smirked while she danced.
She was thick as HELL! She was light skinned, had these twists in her head, and only panties on. Lord have mercy.
"I'm just chilling, ma," I shrugged, and looked up at her from under my hat beak.
"You're sexy as fuck," she chuckled and started to straddle me.
"Nah, I'm good. Pay attention to them," I said, lightly pushing her off of me.
"Why are you here if I can't show you a good time?" she pouted her full lips.
"Just to support," I replied and cleared my throat.
"Can I just dance for you right here?" she questioned, as she started to pop her ass to "Freak Hoe" by Future.
I ran my hand over my face, as my brothers laughed at me. Her ass was moving all over the place, and I felt like I was starting to sweat. She flashed her pretty smile and tried to sit on my lap, but I pushed her off.
"I said I'm good," I told her sternly.
"Damn, what, you can't have fun because you're married?" she asked and tapped my wedding band. I simply nodded, and she rolled her eyes then walked away. Old girl didn't bother me anymore, and I was proud that I fought her off somewhat... so far.
Kendrew and Kendon started rolling some blunts, and when they were done, we realized we needed lighters.
"There's a bag of them in my gym bag in the bedroom," Jules told us.
Since I was closest to the room, I got up and walked to get them. When I was looking through his bag, I heard the bedroom door come open. I looked over to see that same stripper smiling seductively.
"Hey," she waved.
"Umm, what's up," I replied dryly, as I continued to look for the lighters in the bag. I finally spotted them, just as I felt her hands rub up my back. "Stop ma," I frowned and moved away.
"Come on Kendrick, have some fun, damn!" she chuckled.
"How you even know me?" I furrowed my brows.
"Cause I do," she smiled and moved closer to me. She tried to put her hands under my crew neck and shirt, but I shoved her hands back.
"Ma, leave me alone," I spat and walked towards the door. I have never had to beg for a bitch to leave me alone like this. She ran to the door and blocked the doorknob.
"Yo, get the fuck out the way! You weird as fuck!" I shouted.
"Not until you show me what's up," she panted.
"Ain't nothing up, now move before I have to move you," I glared down at her.
She grabbed onto my shirt, and we started tussling all around the room. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled as she pulled and tugged on my sweater. We bumped into a lamp, and it crashed onto the floor. I pushed on her wrists, while moving wildly in hopes of making her lose grip on my VERSACE sweater. She had her little bikini top on, but it was pushed over, exposing her breasts due to all the commotion between her and I.
"Stop! Damn!" I felt like she was about to rape me.
"Just one quick time," she said through gritted teeth, while trying to keep her hold onto my clothes.
She tried to lift my top up, while backing me into the closet. Thank God I worked out, otherwise she may have been riding my dick by now. In the midst of tussling, my fucking hat fell onto the floor, as she clawed on my neck, trying to pull my sweater off from the collar. What in the entire fuck was happening right now? I was finally able to grab her wrists, so I shoved her back onto the bed, before rushing out like I was running from a killer. This bitch is crazy as fuck, I thought.
I dropped the lighters in Kendrew's lap, and then booked it to the door. He looked up at me in confusion, because I'm sure I looked rough as fuck.
"You out?" Ricky called after me. I nodded just as that stripper hoe emerged from the bedroom, fixing her bra.
I raced home, trying to get as far away from that crazy ass bitch as I could. When I walked in, I heard the TV in the den still on. I walked in there and saw Nic watching it by herself.
"You're back," she smiled and then it faded. I followed her eyes, and saw they were locked onto my stretched out sweater. "What happened? Where is your hat?" she asked and muted the TV.
"Some hoe tried to push up on me," I replied and sat next to her. She touched the part of my sweater that the stripper pull
ed on, and examined it. She raised it, then looked at my waist. "Babe, I promise I didn't do anything. She pushed up on me and I left," I said and moved her hair out of her face.
"What happened to your neck?" she frowned.
"She really pushed up on me. Like really," I bucked my eyes.
She caressed my face and stared into my eyes. A smile finally crept across her face, and she kissed my lips.
"I'm proud of you," she cheesed.
"I wouldn't do that to you again, I told you that. I don't want anybody but you," I whispered in between kisses.
She got down on the ground and unbuckled my pants to release my dick. She took it into her warm, wet mouth, and went to work like the pro that she was. Mission go to the bachelor party and still get some pussy from the wife, was accomplished.
Chapter Three: Nic
It was Friday afternoon, and I was picking up KJ from school. I wanted to talk to his teacher as well, to make sure he wasn't talking reckless in class.
I walked in, and I spotted a girl who appeared to be my age or a couple years older than me. She had on a skirt suit, and the skirt portion was very short. I walked over to her, and she stood up and smiled. KJ jogged over to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist; overprotective just like his daddy.
"Hello, are you Kendrick's big sister?" she beamed.
"No, I'm his mom," I smiled and she looked surprised.
"How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" she quizzed.
"I'm twenty-three, you?" I was happy she asked, because I wanted to ask her the same thing.
"I'm twenty-six," she nodded and so did I.
"I was wondering how he's been doing so far," I smiled.
"Oh, Kendrick is very smart. He always helps me carry things, or get the class quiet when they're too loud. He finishes his assignments first too." She smiled down at him, and sat on the edge of her desk then crossed her legs.
I saw my baby looking up her skirt, and shook my head. That's why he was so nice and helpful - he liked her.
"Well okay, come on baby," I replied and quickly turned his attention away from his teacher’s crotch.
"Mommy what do you have on?" KJ asked as we walked to the car. I had on a tan dress; it was short but so what.
"A dress baby," I replied, unlocking the car door with the remote.
"I don't like it," he said, as he climbed into the backseat. I swear he was just like his father.
"Too bad baby. You want ice cream?" I smiled.
"Yes! Please!" he grinned, and I kissed his little lips.
As we were leaving the ice cream shoppe, KJ bolted out and headed to the car.
"KJ!" I called after him. He bumped into this tall handsome man, and I almost dropped my ice cream.
"Sorry," KJ said as he looked up at him.
"It's cool little man," the guy smiled.
He was maybe an inch shorter than Kendrick, so about 6'1, had a mocha complexion, and was muscular. His hair was in a low fade, and his goatee was trimmed to perfection.
"I'm sorry about him," I told the guy.
"It's cool," he smiled, and I got hot inside. "I'm Quincy." He stuck his hand out, but KJ got in front of me and stuck his hand out to shake instead. "I can't touch your sister?" Quincy chuckled.
"This is my mom, homie," KJ replied and glared up at him, looking just like Kendrick. I wished he didn't talk like that.
"Mom? Wow, and you're married I see," he said looking at my rock.
"Yes, I am. Well, nice meeting you," I smiled and pulled KJ's arm towards the car.
"What's your name?" he called after me.
"Nic," I smirked, as I threw my long hair behind my shoulder.
"Well you're beautiful as hell, Nic." He shook his head as he eyed me from head to toe.
KJ was now pulling me to the car. I laughed at my baby, and then headed to pick up Kendrin from Kendrick's parents’ house.
Once we got to our own home, KJ couldn't wait to open his big mouth to his dad.
"Some guy liked mommy," he told him and stared at him, waiting for a response.
"Oh yeah? How you know?" Kendrick asked as he picked him up.
"He tried to touch her," KJ replied licking his ice cream.
"He tried to shake my hand," I corrected him when Kendrick snapped his neck to look at me.
We both put our sons down, and KJ led Kendrin to the den to play. I walked up to Kendrick, and draped my arms over his shoulders.
"Somebody liked you?" he smiled showing his dimples. Damn he was so sexy. The older he got, the sexier he became.
"Yeah, but the only one that matters, is you," I pecked him.
"I don't like you, I love you," he said kissing my lips.
"I know. And I'm happy you behaved yourself at that party," I replied.
"Of course. I don't think I can get hard for anybody but you," he joked and we laughed.
"Yeah right nigga," I chuckled as he lifted me, and then I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“KJ, I'm about to go tickle your mother so don't bother us," Kendrick called out.
"Okay!" KJ replied and I burst into laughter as he carried me upstairs.
Chapter Three: Kendrick
My cousin Kayden and I were chilling inside KB's, watching some of the girls perform just to kick it. He'd been on the road a lot, so we barely got to see him anymore.
"Damn, being in here brings back memories," he chuckled and sipped his drink.
"Don't it," I scoffed and sipped mine as well.
I knew if Nic found out I was hanging out in here, she would have a fit. After Sydney, we agreed that I wouldn't be here around all these girls, or hoes as she put it. I was only supposed to come here to handle business and then leave. I told her that I wouldn't do anything, but she had her mind made up.
All of sudden, I heard a little bit of commotion by the entrance way, so Kayden and I turned our attention over.
"What the hell?" I said as I saw two police officers walk through the club, and over to where we were.
"Can we help you?" Kayden asked.
"Which one of you is Kendrick King?" the officer asked.
"Who wants to know?" I frowned.
"Well, we need to bring him down to the station for some questioning," he replied.
"For what?" I stood up as the music continued to blast over the club. Everyone was trying to go on about his or her business, but it was hard not to see these two officers here.
"For the sexual assault of Carmen Carliago," he said and pulled me towards him.
"Get the fuck off me!" I shouted and pulled my arm away.
They wrestled my hands behind my back, and threw some cuffs on before taking me outside.
"Call my wife man!" I yelled to Kayden, and he nodded as he ran out to his car. "This is some bullshit!" I shouted as I rode in the police car to the station.
"Shut up boy!" the white officer yelled to me.
We finally pulled up, and they roughly tugged me out the backseat of the car. I was taken to a backroom, which I knew was for questioning. I was so damn confused right now. This had to be a fucking set up.
The black officer slammed me down into the metal chair, and I clenched my teeth to get over the anger that was bubbling up. A couple minutes later, a tall Spanish guy walked in and sat down across from me.
"Mr. Kendrick King," he smiled. "I'm Alberto Rigas," he added before continuing.
"Why the fuck am I here?" I asked as I touched my sore wrists.
"I just want to get your side of the story," he smirked.
"Of what fucking story? I have no idea what the hell is going on!" I yelled.
"Ms. Carmen Carliago has pressed charges against you for sexual assault," he replied.
"Who the fuck is that?" I frowned.
"A young lady who dances for a living," he said. I gave him a look saying I needed more information. "Let me explain," he smiled.
"Please do, and hurry the fuck up!" I spat.
"Carmen said she worked a party for you
r friend, and when she denied your advances, you raped her, to make a long story short." He stared at me.
I stared back at him confused as fuck, until I remembered that aggressive hoe from Jules' bachelor party. All of a sudden, I burst into laughter.
"Is something funny Mr. King?" he asked.
"Carmen Santiago is a liar. She was extremely aggressive, and when I denied her advances, she tried to press up on me in the bedroom. We tussled for a bit when she tried to pull my shirt off, but that was it," I said.
"I see," he said, as some guy in the corner stared me down.
So you're saying, in a sense, she attempted to rape you?" he asked, and then he and the other guy started cracking up.
"I'm saying she was thirsty as fuck, and when I didn't want to quench her fucking thirst, she made this bullshit up!" I shouted.
"Right," Detective Rigas chuckled.
"Can I go?" I asked standing up.
"Yes, but you will be hearing from me soon," he smiled.
"Whatever!" I spat.
As I was leaving, I heard them laughing some more at what I'd just told them. I couldn't believe that bitch pressed charges against me. I didn't need the police in my fucking business. This was gonna be a fucking gateway charge. They were gonna be looking into my background, and then the questions of where I get my money would come up. I swear, that bitch Carmen was gonna get hers one way or the other.
I drove home, and when I got there, Nic was headed towards the door as if she was leaving.
"Kendrick, what happened?" she asked as she cupped my face.
"Remember that girl from the party that pushed up on me?" I exhaled and she nodded. "She pressed charges against me for sexual assault."
"What? Why?" Nic yelped.
"Because she's fucking crazy!" I yelled.
"And nothing happened Kendrick?" she raised a brow.
"Nothing Nic! I told you I didn't do anything with her or any other bitch in that party!" I hollered, as I ran my hands over my face.
"Okay, okay I'm sorry," she said, and wrapped her arms around my neck to hug me. "Baby, don't worry about this. She's lying, and they're gonna see that," Nic whispered.
"I just don't want them digging further into my business," I exhaled.
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