"I want to see you. You've been blowing me off these past few weeks," she said, sounding sad. Yeah, ‘cause I been smashing Jamila, I thought.
"I was umm, protecting you I guess. My girl- my ex beat you up pretty bad, shorty."
"Yeah, she better watch her back too," she spat.
"No, she doesn't need to watch anything, because you not gonna lay a hand on her," I responded sternly.
"Fine, so what's up? Can you come by later?" she asked.
"I may stop by," I exhaled heavily.
"Okay, I'll be waiting babe," she sang.
"Right," I shook my head and ended the call.
I don't know what Stacie was expecting out of this, but I hoped it wasn't much. I had no plans of hopping from one relationship to the next so soon. Who knows if I would ever even marry again? I couldn't see myself falling for someone else the same way I did for Nic, but you never know.
After a couple meetings with my team and making sure the traps were cool, I knew I didn't want to go home. I text Stacie to let her know I was coming, and she was way too excited. I wished she had her friend Jamila there, because she was more of my type, but hey, gotta make the best of shit sometimes.
"Hi," Stacie said seductively when she opened her door. She had on a red lingerie set, and I was suddenly excited that I came over.
"Hey, it smells good in here," I smiled.
"Look at those dimples," she chuckled and kissed my cheek. Okay? "But I made chicken parmesan pasta," she winked.
"Well it smells like you did a great job," I replied as I looked around her house. She appeared to have her shit together by the looks of things.
"Thanks boo, would you like some wine?" she asked.
"I guess I could partake," I said, as I sat down on the cream colored couch.
"Be right back," she said and switched out. Boy was that a fat ass. I was definitely fucking tonight.
"Here you go," she cheesed, as she handed me the glass. I sniffed it, then took a sip of it. "Dang, why did you do that?" she chuckled.
"Make sure yo’ ass ain't try to poison me," I replied.
"Why would I do that?" she raised a brow and rubbed my crotch.
"Don't wake him up unless you’re ready to put it in your mouth," I said referring to my dick that she was rubbing on.
"Well let me stop because I want us to have dinner first," she chuckled.
"I want to apologize about your face," I exhaled, as I set the champagne glass down.
"Oh it's cool. You're definitely something to fight over," she nodded.
"Well I'm glad everybody else feels that way," I scoffed.
"What do you mean?" she quizzed.
"She beat you up, but she has a boyfriend," I laughed out of sadness.
"Really? Kind of selfish," Stacie frowned.
"Tell me about it, but whatever, I ain't trying to talk about her shorty." I shook my head and laughed, when I remembered KJ's definition of a shorty.
"We don't have to," she said and crossed her thick thigh over the other one. My eyes traveled over her sexy physique, and my dick sprang up.
"I'm starved," I said and rubbed my stomach.
"Okay," she replied and stood up to reach for my hand.
I was ready for this meal, because I hadn't had anybody cook for me since Nic and I ‘broke up’. We sat down at the table, but then she hopped back up to go make us something to drink. After dinner, she led me right to her bedroom, because I was not in the mood to keep having conversation.
As soon as we got into her room, I unsnapped her bra and told her to take off her panties. I sucked her hard nipples, while she stroked my dick. She dropped to her knees, and I leaned against the wall while she went to work. She bobbed up and down, and her mouth was so wet and warm. She kept looking up at me, and then doing some extra shit. I think she was trying to get me to moan, but it wasn't working. I grabbed the back of her head and humped into her mouth slowly, before nutting down her throat. I put her on the bed on all fours, and then grabbed a condom out of my wallet.
"Kendrick?" she whispered as I was rolling the condom down.
"What?" I asked.
"Can we make love tonight?" she questioned as she looked over her shoulder at me.
"You just made me go soft," I said as I sat down on the bed.
"We don't have to, I just-"
"Why you even bring that shit up? We not in love, so why would I make love to you?" I yelled. All I thought about was Quincy making love to Nic.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin it for you," she said as she rubbed my abs.
I stared at the wall in deep thought. What the fuck has happened to me? Nic had me all fucked up. I could barely fuck hoes, because she stayed in my head.
Stacie leaned over to kiss my lips, but I turned away. She kissed down my chest, while stroking my dick in her soft hands. My dick hardened again, so I put her back on the bed, and rolled another condom down. The view of her fat ass had me hard as hell, so I slid in.
"Ooooh," she purred as I pounded into her.
Her ass was jiggling and moving, and turning me the fuck on. I grabbed her waist and fucked her harder, until her body tensed up and jerked from cumming. I then laid on my back, and she climbed on top of me to ride. She bounced up and down, and her wet pussy coated the condom like a muthafucka. I put my chin into my chest, and watched my dick go in and out of her. It wasn't as pleasant as when I did it with Nic, but I did like what I saw. I wanted to hurry up and nut, so I humped upwards and knocked her shit out the frame.
"Fuucckk, Kendrick," she whimpered like a little kitten.
I filled up the condom, and she released her juices on my shaft. We paused and panted for a little bit, as I ran my hands over my face. She leaned down and tried to either kiss me or lay on my chest. I wasn't sure which one, but I moved her ass to the side before she could do either.
"Damn," she chuckled.
I quickly got dressed and prepared to go home, so I could shower and go to bed. I had some shit to do early in the morning.
"So when can we hang out again?" she frowned.
"Soon," I said and left in hurry.
Chapter Thirteen: Nic
"Quincy, oh my gosh," I smiled, as I walked into a room full of red roses. It would've been better if he had white and yellow too, because I loved the mixture, but oh well.
"You like it?" he asked.
"Of course babe." I grinned and pulled his face down for a kiss.
"I love you Nic," he whispered as we kissed one another.
I didn't say anything, as I walked over to the big table of food he had spread out. There was shrimp, lobster, crab legs, corn on the cob, steak, ribs, all kinds of shit. I hope he wasn't about to have no damn party with me here. I was not ready to meet his mom and shit.
"Why so much food?" I asked.
"Just wanted to give you a lot of choices." He smiled and touched my lower back, then leaned down to kiss my neck.
We made our plates, and then decided to eat it on the big warm rug he had laid out in the middle of the floor. This little beach house was very cozy to be in such a cold place.
"Thank you for this Q, it's so perfect," I rubbed his hand.
"Just like you," he smiled.
"I wish, but I'm far from it." I shook my head and stabbed some of the macaroni and cheese.
"There is one thing though," he said and set his fork down.
Please tell me he doesn't know I slept with Kendrick. I don't even know how Kendrick was brave enough to tell me something like that when he did it.
"What?" I cocked my head to the side.
"Are you gonna get those tattoos removed?" he asked and bit a rib.
"Uh, what tattoos?" I asked like an idiot.
"The ones you have all over your body it seems," he chuckled.
"You've never even seen my whole body," I smirked.
"You're right, I haven't. But when I do see it, I don't wanna be reminded of Kendrick King," he raised a brow.
Just the s
ound of his name made me hot all over. I was kind of pissed that he hadn't called me. I told him I needed him to fight for me, and he was probably out smashing some whore.
"Nic," Quincy snapped me from my thoughts.
"Oh yeah. I can just add a Jr. to them," I smiled. "Then they will be for my son," I nodded as if that was a good plan.
"I don't like that idea, because that's not why you originally got them," he replied.
"Well, I don't know when I would be getting them removed Quincy."
"Nic, what's going on here? We haven't had sex, and you walking around with tattoos of his name all over you. Then you got this K necklace hanging from your neck. Are you gonna add a J to that too?" he frowned.
"You wanna break up?" I raised a brow.
"No baby, I don't want to break up. I'm just trying to make sure that I'm not doing all this for nothing. If you want to be with your babies’ daddy then do it, but don't string me along," he said as he grabbed my hand.
"I'm not stringing you along, okay?" I smiled and caressed his sexy face. "I don't want to be with Kendrick, only you," I added and kissed his lips.
"Cool," he nodded.
He continued to kiss me, until he was on top of me and between my legs. He rubbed up my thigh, and lifted my dress. I usually would've stopped him, but I wanted to just see if I could do it. He pulled my dress over my head, and stared at my body.
"Damn you're sexy," he whispered, as he took his shirt off to reveal his abs.
"I can't right now Quincy, I'm sorry." I sat up and grabbed my dress.
"It's fine," he exhaled, as I put it back on.
I wanted to have sex with him to make him happy, but I couldn't because I would be doing it for the wrong reasons. I didn't know why, but my body wasn't feeling it when I was in his presence. I thought it was just me, but whenever I was around Kendrick, I was hot and ready.
"You want to finish eating?" he asked.
"Yeah, thank you for being patient baby," I replied and kissed his lips.
"Anytime, ma," he sighed, and sipped his drink.
I silently prayed to be able to sleep with him soon, because I knew he was getting frustrated. Shit, I was even frustrated. Not to mention that I had slept with Kendrick while holding out on him. I needed to get it together.
Chapter Thirteen: Quincy Collins
Nic was really on some bullshit, but a nigga was in love for sure. She was sexy as hell, and had a refreshing personality. She had long dark hair, honey golden skin, and a nice little body to match. I had yet to hit though, and it was killing me. However, I couldn't imagine hitting it from the back, and seeing that nigga's name plastered on her lower back. But regardless of what's tattooed on her, that's my bitch and Kendrick can kick rocks. Honestly, I just wanted to get her pregnant, so I could make sure that she stayed in my life forever.
"Shit Q, fuck this pussy," my home girl Ashley screamed as I fucked her senseless.
"Damn," I moaned as I fucked her harder.
"Oohhhh," we cried out together as I nutted all up in her.
"You on birth control, right?" I asked as I laid down next to her.
"Yes nigga," she rolled her eyes. "So I see your little boo must not have given you no pussy, that's why you all in my fucking face," she spat.
"Don't speak on what you don't know shorty" I said, standing up and putting my clothes on.
"Oh you out?" she turned her lip up and grabbed a blunt off the dresser.
"Yeah, I will see you later tonight," I said and kissed her forehead.
I walked out and headed to go see my girl. This was the first time I was gonna see her house, and I couldn't wait to see how this nigga had her living. I knew he had major cash, so I was real excited as if I was about to be on an episode of MTV cribs.
"Hey babe," Nic's pretty ass smiled when she answered the door. She had on a tight white skirt, and a white crop top.
"Damn, this is all you?" I asked as I looked around the big ass foyer.
The steps to go upstairs had gold railings on it. Everything looked real clean and expensive.
"In a way," she replied. "Come on," she said and I followed her to the kitchen.
The place was huge, and it felt like we needed a tram to get to the kitchen. When we finally made it, the shit was humongous. There was a big ass island, two stoves, dishwashers, just all kinds of shit. Damn, they were living like royalty.
"Would you like some lemonade? It's homemade," she smiled with her sexy ass.
"Yeah, thank you, ma," I nodded and looked around, still in awe.
The front door opened and closed, and Nic almost jumped out of her skin.
"Quincy, go into the pantry," she whispered.
"What? Why-"
"Nic!" I heard a nigga yell. This must be him, I smiled to myself.
"I'm in the kitchen Kendrick!" she called out. "Please go in the pantry babe," she begged.
"Nope," I chuckled. I wanted to meet this nigga that all these people feared anyway.
"KJ is-" he stopped in his tracks and stared me down.
"Hey man, I'm Quincy," I smiled and stuck my hand out to him. He looked down at my hand, and then looked over at Nic.
"Yo, you gotta go," he told me, as Nic watched looking scared as fuck.
"Nah, Nic invited me over. I'm gone stay here until she asks me to leave," I nodded, even though Nic was shaking her head no at me.
"I don't give a fuck who invited you over here. This is my muthafucking crib, and I said you gotta go," he said through gritted teeth.
"Man, I ain't-"
"Nic, get this nigga out of here right now before I beat his ass. If you want your boyfriend to stay intact, kick him out," he walked up on her.
"Aye, don't get in her face."
"Nigga, shut the fuck up before I blow ya muthafuckin head open!" he shouted.
"Just go Quincy," Nic whined.
I walked out of the kitchen, and the both of them followed me to the door. Once I got to the door, I turned around to see them both standing there.
"Alright babe." I leaned down to hug Nic, but Kendrick slapped my hand out the way.
I wasn't a thug by any means, and had no plans to get down with this nigga like that. He seemed like he was missing a few marbles anyway with them scary ass eyes.
I stared him down, then opened the door to leave. Since Nic wasn't gone say shit, then neither was I. I walked to my car, and I could tell they were both still in the doorway. When I looked back, Kendrick walked up behind Nic, wrapped his arm around her waist and planted kisses on her shoulders and neck. He rubbed her flat stomach while kissing on her collarbone, and then looked up at me and smirked. I hated this nigga and he had to go. Hopefully his line of work would take him out sooner than later.
Chapter Fourteen: Nic
That fiasco at the house a couple days ago, went less worse than I thought. I just knew for sure that Kendrick was gonna fuck him up. I thanked God that it was just a little back and forth between the two. Once Quincy left, Kendrick tried to fuck me, but I sent his crazy ass home. He was doing way too much, and he knew I had a boyfriend, so I didn't know what the fucking problem was.
I really wanted to try and make things work with Quincy, so I promised him that Kendrick and I were not sleeping together, despite him kissing all over me in front of him. He was a piece of work.
Tonight we were going out, and he said to dress up nice. I picked out a grey dress with thin straps, that stopped mid-thigh. I threw on some nude Louboutins that Kendrick bought me for Valentine's Day, as well as the bracelet he just bought me, and I was set. I was gonna curl my hair but I decided not to because I was tired. I'd spent half the night packing KJ and Kendrin's stuff, so that they could spin the night with their cousins at Morgan's house.
"Looking good," I smiled at myself in the mirror.
Quincy let me know he was here, so I walked downstairs and outside. I climbed into his Mercedes, and planted a nice kiss on his lips.
"You look beautiful babe," he smiled and
licked his lips. He was so sexy.
"Thank you. So where are we going?" I asked as I held his hand.
"It's a surprise." He winked and sped out of our big roundabout driveway. After going a little ways, we pulled up to King's Palace.
"What are we doing here?" I yelped.
"We're gonna party and have a good time," he chuckled.
"Quincy, why are we here? Kendrick and his brothers own this club, they may be in there."
"So what! You're my girl, they can't say shit about it," he spat, and then got out to get the ticket from valet. He came around and opened the door for me, but I stared straight ahead with my arms folded. "Come on baby, get out," he smiled with his fine ass.
"Fine," I rolled my eyes.
I had a feeling he wanted to show me off like Kendrick used to do, so why not let him. There was a long line, and these shoes were not built to stand in it.
"See if you can get the bouncer to get us in," Quincy whispered.
"No, you see if you can get the bouncer to get us in nigga, since you’re the one wants us to come here," I spat.
"You're so sexy when you get an attitude," he laughed.
He walked up to the bouncer and I stayed back. He wasn't about to get in off of me. After talking for forever, Quincy waved me over and I walked in with him. The bouncer looked surprised to see me with another guy, but he just needed to mind his business.
"I had to give that nigga $600," Quincy scoffed.
"You're dumb for that," I laughed. He leaned down and pecked my lips.
"Don't Trip" by The Game was playing, so I started to sway a little bit. Quincy grabbed me from behind so that I could dance on him, and I was actually enjoying myself. The club was packed so I started to relax, because it wasn't likely that I would see Kendrick or any of my brother-in-laws. Quincy and I got our groove on for a couple songs, before deciding to go to the bar.
"That was so fun," I smiled.
"I know," he bit his lip and pulled me close.
He bent down to kiss my lips, and it got hot and heavy. I pulled away when I saw the bartender look at us so that she could get our drink order.
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