by Bianca
“What? Y’all thought that gang shit was fake when I first moved here? Yeah, I was out here wilding in the streets. I just changed when I had my daughter,” I told them.
“You know what? You may be able to sit at the table with the grown folks after all, Rubee,” Olena said and laughed.
“Look, I love my brother more than anything in this world. All I’m going to say is if Bash come at him one time over your bullshit, we just gon’ be in the streets having a sword fight,” Kam said.
“Okay. I have to go. I have all my groceries in my trunk,” I told them.
6:00 PM
I had just gotten out the shower, and Bash still hadn’t come home. He hadn’t even called or texted me. Well, I wasn’t expecting him to because I did prick his neck with Cutty. Maybe this was a sign that I needed to go over to Kade’s house and cook for him. I rubbed my body down with my favorite Vanilla scent and sprayed some of my Chanel No. 5 perfume on. This perfume mixed with my Vanilla lotion always had me smelling good all day. I looked all over my closet, trying to figure out what to wear.
“Relax, Rubee; you’re just cooking for him,” I whispered to myself.
I settled on a jumpsuit that I ordered from Kleaux Kouture Boutique a couple of weeks ago. It was strapless and fit my little petite body like a glove. After I finished getting dressed, I went in Raylee’s room and checked on her, and she was still sleeping. Her cousins wore her out at Mayhem’s house. I packed her a small bag and threw it over my shoulder and picked her up out the bed. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I was thankful that it wasn’t raining anymore. Just as I was getting in my car, Bash was pulling into the driveway. I backed out and ignored him flagging me down so I wouldn’t have to lie to his face.
My phone was ringing, and I knew it was Bash before his name flashed across my dash. Taking a deep breath, I answered the phone.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“You ain’t see me flagging you down? Where you going? I wanted to take you and my daughter on a date tonight,” he said.
“We’re going to Mayhem’s,” I said, which wasn’t a lie.
“What time you coming home?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said and hung up the phone.
I had to hang up before Bash said some mushy shit and made me turn the car around. I pulled up to Mayhem’s home again for the third time today, and I grabbed Raylee’s bag and picked her up because she was still sleeping. Before I could knock on the door, Mayhem had already opened the door.
“She spending the night?” he asked as I walked by him.
“Yeah, no, I don’t know,” I stuttered.
“Well, which is it?” he asked as he took her out of my arms.
I followed him to the guest room, and he laid her down.
“Yeah, sure. Uh, I need to ask you for a favor? Can I borrow one of your cars?”
I kissed my baby and set her bag on the edge of the bed and followed Mayhem out the room into the living room.
“Why? Your car is out there,” he said.
Mayhem was always in big brother mode. He always had to give me the third degree. How could I tell him that I just wanted to go chill with another dude without all the third degree?
“Mayhem, can I borrow a car or not?” I asked him.
I wanted to borrow his car because I didn’t know if Bash had a tracker on my car or if Kade had a garage. My car was very noticeable because it was hot pink with silver rims. I felt I was the only person with that same color car, so I just needed to be careful.
“Don’t get snappy at me. Of course you can borrow a car, but tell me what you need it for when you have a perfectly good car outside.”
I sighed because he was getting on my nerves, and time was running out. I knew that Kade stayed at least fifteen minutes away from Mayhem, and it was now 6:40.
“Girl, take my Mercedes,” Olena said, coming around the corner with her keys in her hand.
Before I could take them, Mayhem intercepted and snatched them.
“Olena’s car is my car too. I pay the note on that. So, again, tell me what you need to borrow one of my cars for.”
“She’s grown, Mayhem!” Olena said.
“So,” he said and shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m going to go hoe,” I said.
“Yassss,” Olena said and snapped her fingers.
Turning toward Olena, Mayhem said, “Why do I feel like you had something to do with this, Olena Bailey?”
Her mouth fell open before saying, “You think I’mma hoe, Mayhem?”
“You my lil nas—” Mayhem started.
“Okay, can I have the keys?” I asked, cutting Mayhem off from that very vulgar thing he was getting ready to say.
“Okay. Where are you going to be in case I need to come get you?”
“Kade’s,” I mumbled and snatched the keys out of his hands and shot toward the door.
“I’m sorry. Did you say Kade?” Mayhem queried from behind me.
I turned around really fast, and he was right on my heels. “Yes, but we are just friends. I promise.”
“Uh-huh. Be safe. Text me when you make it and when you on your way back. Do you understand me?”
“Yes! I understand. Thank you!” I squealed and kissed him on his cheek.
I grabbed my purse and phone out of my car and went hopped in Olena’s car. It was cocaine white and had peanut butter leather seats on the inside. Her name was stitched on the head of the seat, and it was so neat. I felt like I wanted to upgrade my car. I put Kade’s address in the GPS system, and it said that I would make it at 6:59, but I was known for racing the GPS. I pulled out of their yard and put the pedal to the medal. Just because I was in a hurry, I caught every red light, and didn’t pull into his driveway until 7:02, and I saw him walking out of his front door.
“This nigga was for real,” I whispered aloud.
Kade
Just as I was walking out of my door to pull up on Rubee, because she thought a nigga was playing, I saw Olena’s car pull into my driveway. I pulled my phone out my pocket to see if I had a missed call from one of them because this was a surprise visit. I walked down my steps and up to her window. She let the window down, and I got the shock of my life when I saw that Rubee was behind the wheel.
“Were you going somewhere?” she asked all innocent like.
“Yes. I was getting ready to head to your house and get your lil’ ass,” I told her.
She turned the car off, and I helped her out. She led the way and added a little pep to her step, knowing that I was watching that ass. She had on a thong too because that ass was jiggling.
“Wowwwww, Kade, your house smells so good,” she said once we were inside.
She kicked her shoes off at the front door and started walking around.
“Wow,” she said once she walked into the kitchen and saw all the stainless-steel appliances. “Your house is so beautiful. Like… does your girlfriend live here?” she asked me.
“I don’t have a girlfriend, Rubee.”
“But you said—”
“I never said anything. You did.”
“But you implied it by asking me if I thought I could… never mind. Do you have the recipe that I’m supposed to be following?”
I nodded my head toward the island. Next to the ingredients was the recipe I found in one of my mom’s old recipe books. She loved to cook, and sometimes, I did miss her cooking. I handed Rubee an apron, and I sat at the table while she looked over the recipe. She was so beautiful, especially without makeup. Her freckles were so sexy, and I was so glad that she decided not to wear any over here.
I wasn’t expecting to see Rubee in the grocery store, but I knew I couldn’t let her slip away. I just loved being in the company of a good-looking woman. Rubee had her hair pulled up in a big curly bun on top of her head with a pink scarf wrapped around it. In the store, after I told her that she’d better be over my house at seven, I wasn’t so sure that she was coming, but when Kam calle
d me hours later and told me about their conversation, I knew that she was going to come. I mean, I understood being sexually attracted to someone, because I instantly wanted to pull her hair while hitting her from the back when she first opened up her door for me. Hell, she was the reason I had been so restless over the last few days because I had been low key stalking her Instagram too. I didn’t have her notifications on or anything like that, but I was clicking on her page every other hour to see if she posted something new.
“Easy peasy,” she said and smiled at me.
While she prepared our meal, we sipped on a glass of wine and made small talk about each other’s lives. She told me that she moved from Houston because she kept getting in trouble, and it was so crazy because she was too cute to be getting in all that damn trouble. I ain’t have to tell her to much about my life because she knew all about the fiasco that happened almost five years ago. I told her about Lency, why I was single, and my short life on Tinder. She told me that Bash was her first… and her first love. She told me that she changed a lot of ways when she had her daughter, and I applauded her on that because a lot of these girls had kids and be acting just like their kids.
An hour later, Rubee was sitting on my lap, blowing on the fork full of chicken pot pie, ready for me to taste it. After blowing on it for a few more seconds, she slowly fed it to me. I chewed on it for a few seconds while she waited for my approval.
“Disgusting,” I lied.
“Oh, I know you lying because I can cook,” she said and laughed.
“I’m playing, beautiful. It tastes good... really good at that. I guess you can cook it better than my imaginary girl.”
“Whatever. I really thought you had a girlfriend. I mean… if I was single, I would definitely be on your dick, especially since you always advertising it. I know it goes down in your DM,” she said.
“How I be advertising my shit?” I asked her.
“Because all your gym pictures have your little dick poking out in your shorts. You know what you be doing. When you get a girl, she going to block your ass from posting those thirst traps.”
“My little dick poking out? Girl, ain’t shit little about my dick, but when I post a pic, I don’t be looking at my dick. I be looking at my gains. That be y’all nasty minded little girls, and my DM’s be doing a little something, but I don’t really go for thirsty girls. Them be the ones that’ll watch you while you sleep and shit, coming up with shit in their minds and then believe it,” I said, making her laugh.
Rubee and I shared a big plate of the chicken pot pie. After we were done eating, she took the plate, washed it, and put it away. She poured us another glass of wine before sitting on my lap and staring at me. I could tell that she was nervous about something.
“What’s wrong, beautiful?” I asked her before grabbing my glass and taking a sip of the wine.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Kade,” she whispered. “Like… I want to fuck you so bad, but I’m scared. Scared that I may like it toooo fucking much,” she said.
Gripping her chin, I pulled her closer to my face and pecked her small lips. “You’re not going to like it, Rubee,” I whispered and pecked her lips again. “You’re going to love it.”
She gasped, and I covered her lips with mine. I grabbed her tongue and sucked on it softly while she rubbed her hands up and down my chest. We were tonguing each other down, making love to her mouth, when I grabbed the top of her jumpsuit, pulling it down to free her perky breasts. I kissed down her chest and placed small kisses on her gumdrop sized nipples. She arched her back and moaned softly when I took it in my mouth.
“Ohh, this your spot, huh?” I whispered.
“Yess, please don’t stop,” she moaned.
I took her left nipple in my mouth and caressed the other one. She was soaking up my goddamn basketball shorts through this thin ass jumpsuit.
I stood up with her in my lap and laid her down on the empty space on the table. I pulled her jumpsuit all the way off, and as I suspected, she had on a nice little lace thong. I took it off and placed it in my pocket because she was not getting these sexy mothafuckas back. I kissed down her stomach until I got to her belly button, and I swirled my tongue around in there a few times. I kissed down until I got to her treasure box, and she was sopping wet. I got on my knees so I could be eye level with her box. I mean, Rubee’s shit was so fucking wet that she was dripping out on my fucking table, and I hadn’t even really touched her yet. I ran my tongue up and down her bikini line, and she was jumping. She was ready to cum, and she was getting agitated. She spread her lips with one hand and started circling her hardened clit, trying to bring herself to a release. I plucked her hand away.
“Kadddeee,” she whined. “I need to cummmmm.”
“I’m going to make you cum, just hold on. I need to take my time down here,” I told her.
I gave her one long lick down her slit, and she started squirming. I placed small kisses on her clit that was sticking out from her fat ass pussy lips. I latched onto her clit and started sucking and pulling on it. I pushed two fingers inside of her wet ass pussy, and her walls gripped me right up.
“Kade,” she whimpered.
“Mmmm,” I moaned into her pussy lips.
“Kadddeee,” she groaned out.
“Mmmm.”
Her walls were contracting around my fingers, and I knew that she was getting ready to cum, and hard. I tugged on her clit hard and added another finger inside of her.
“Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Kaddeee!” she screamed as she squirted out her juices.
I kept sucking because I wasn’t done with her little ass just yet. She kept trying to push me away, but I wanted her to cum again.
“Kadeee, I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take it anymore. Please stop! Oooohh shit, please stop,” she begged.
Her walls contracted against my fingers again, and I saw that Rubee was creaming my fingers up. I looked up at her, and her body was limp as hell. I pulled away from her clit, and I could see her pussy twitching.
“Rubee,” I called her name.
“Fuck you, Kade,” she whispered.
I stood and started kissing up her stomach until I got to her nipples. I swirled my tongue around her left nipple and then went to her right one. I kissed up her chest and kissed her softly and passionately.
“Fuck me, for what?” I asked her, looking her directly in her scrunched-up face while I pulled my shorts and briefs down and kicked them off.
“I ain’t never felt nothing like that in my life,” she whispered as she kept trying to catch her breath.
I gripped my dick and tapped the head of it against her throbbing clit. I kept tapping my head against her clit until she reached down and tried to grab him, but I moved her hand out the way.
“Stop teasing me, please!” she begged.
“You ready, beautiful?” I questioned.
“I been ready, and you keep playing with me, Kade,” she groaned.
Positioning myself at her tight opening and sliding the head in, her eyes opened wide, and her mouth fell open as I pushed more inside of her.
“Ka-Ka-Kade,” she whimpered.
I placed soft kisses all over her neck while I was sliding my eleven-inch dick inside of her. I was thick, so I could feel myself stretching her. Rubee felt good as fuck around my dick.
“Oh my Godddddd,” she moaned as the base of my dick hit her pussy lips.
I pulled out of her and thrust inside of her slowly. I wanted to take my time with her because I was sure she deserved to be fucked passionately. She had her eyes closed tightly and her face was screwed up.
“Rubee, am I hurting you, baby? Look at me,” I ordered her.
She opened her eyes, and the tears slid down the sides of her face. “It hurts so damn good, Kade. Please don’t stop,” she whispered before she gripped my neck and placed her lips on mine.
She wrapped her legs around me as I thrusted in and out of her slowly. Rubee was so tight around me that
I felt myself getting ready to ejaculate prematurely. I had to pull out of her for a second. Rubee’s pussy was so fucking good that I had to stare down at her for a few seconds and silently thank her for sharing something so precious with me. Her body was so damn beautiful, and I couldn’t tell that she had a daughter. I reached up and pulled her hair out of the ponytail that it was in, and her hair went everywhere. She blew her hair out of her face, and we both laughed at the same time.
“Baby, can I take you to bed?” I asked her.
“Yes. Please take me to bed, Kade,” she replied and ran her small finger across my lips, which she seemed to love so much.
For the rest of the night, I made love to her body over and over and over and over again.
Taiwan
It was almost time for my flight to leave, and I needed to be out of this house in an hour or an hour and a half at the most so I could make it to the airport on time. I booked my flight the same day that Romero bought this damn dress. I used my own money for the flight. I didn’t even know why I was so afraid as if I couldn’t walk out of this shit whenever I felt like it. We didn’t have a contract anymore. I looked at the time and saw that Romero was in a meeting, so I needed to go while I still had the chance. I didn’t tell Emmanuel nor Miguel, and I knew that they were going to be upset with me. We had a good run, but it was time for me to go home. My life as a sugar baby had come to an end. I didn’t have a plan on what I was going to do for money. I didn’t have to worry about that for a little while because I had hundreds of thousands of dollars saved up. My ass would have almost a million dollars saved up if I wasn’t a big spender.
The last few days, my mind had been on Alicia, the FBI agent that found her way into the dressing room. That was another reason why it was time for me to fucking leave Romero’s ass alone because there was no way that I was going to get wrapped up in this bullshit with him and his family. I didn’t know shit about him being in a cartel, and I didn’t want to know now. I had seen what happened when people crossed El Chapo or Griselda Blanco or Pablo Escobar or even Frank Lucas. Once I got to Chicago, if that lady came at me again, I was going to tell her that I was not with him anymore so she could get his next sugar baby to set him up. She could count me out with that shit.
