I overheard him on the phone with Nic, so I put my ear to the room door since he had her on speaker. He must've assumed I was sleep, because he never put her on speaker, and he called her ass every night he was here.
"Nic, baby I just want to talk to you."
"About what Kendrick?" she asked sadly.
"Just come to me and you will find out. Or I can come to you, babe. Please. You got me begging and I don't beg." I rolled my eyes.
"No, because soon as I see you, you gon’ convince me to come back and I can’t do that until you commit. Fully."
"Nic, I miss you baby girl. I need you, you can’t do me like this."
"Stop saying that you need me, Kendrick. I know what you trying to do," she said, crying like the weak ass bitch she was.
"But I do baby. And you need me, I just want to hold you," he said in a low tone. This nigga was cup-caking and simping like a muthafucka. "I miss you Nic. I’m dying without you, girl."
"Kendriiiiccckkkk," she whined through tears. Ughck!
"You carrying my baby, Nic. I need you and KJ at home with me. Please. Don’t you love me and need me too?" Please say no, I thought. I was a little bothered to hear she was pregnant again.
"You know I do, Kendrick. I love you too much, and that's the problem."
"Then come to daddy." She just kept crying and crying, annoying the fuck out of me.
"Kendrick I hav…have to go," she stuttered through tears, and hung up. Thank God!
"Fuck!" he yelled, and it sounded like he threw his phone into the wall.
I ran into the bathroom just in time, cause I heard his bedroom door open. He turned on the TV in the living room, and I walked out in my bra and panties. It was dark except for the light from the TV. He looked over at me in my bra and panties, and exhaled heavily in frustration. I walked over to him slowly and sat next to him. He looked from the TV, smirked at me, and turned back. I saw "Nic Amyah" tatted on his neck and rolled my eyes. He opened a family sized bag of chips, and started crunching on them. He pointed the bag towards me to offer me some, and I shook my head no. I grabbed his face, inhaled his cologne, and kissed his cheek, making him move away. He kept his eyes on the TV.
"Kendrick, why don't you like me?" I asked.
He rested his arm in the chip bag and exhaled. "I do like you," he finally responded as he started back eating the chips and watching "Booty Call."
"No. Like me like you liked Paris," I said as he laughed at Jamie Foxx.
"I never liked Paris. I liked her pussy and head game," he chuckled at his own half joke, and reached for his glass of water for a drink. He didn't once take his eyes off the TV.
"Well how come you don't like mine?" I asked boldly, staring at the side of his face.
He gulped down the water and sat it back down. "Okay, so you want to suck my dick and let me fuck you, then what? We gon’ be together?" He finally looked at me and raised an eyebrow. He chuckled and looked back at the TV. He was so sexy.
"I don't know. I just want to feel you."
He put down his chips on the coffee table, and reached one hand behind me to unsnap my bra with ease. He bit his lip and yanked my panties down while keeping eye contact with me. He rubbed up my thighs and spread them. I inhaled deeply and started to tense up, because I was nervous as fuck. He rubbed his hands between my breasts and down my stomach, making me jump a little. I was so nervous I couldn’t think straight.
"That’s why I don't like you like that, you don't even know what to do with a nigga like me. You scared for me to even touch you. Dick can’t even get hard with the way you jumping and flinching," he smirked in an irritated fashion, grabbed his chips, and started back eating them while watching TV.
I couldn’t believe I fucked this up. I waited years to fuck him, and I bitched up in the moment. I went to the room I slept in and cried myself to sleep.
Chapter Seven: Jessica Leon
"So Ms. Leon, you are definitely pregnant, but you’re not too far along for an abortion like you asked. Is that something you still want to do?” Fuck my life. I loved Kendon, but we were not stable enough to have a baby.
"Yes, how does it work?'
"Well the best way for you to do this if you'd like to have children in the future, is to take a pill that will pretty much flush the baby out of you. You will bleed a lot, because you’re having an abortion, but it's best for someone of your age."
"Okay, will I need someone to drive me or anything?" I asked, scared as fuck.
"No, you can take the pill home with you. Then once you get home, you can take it there. Just make sure you have plenty of sanitary napkins, preferably the ones for a heavy flow," she half smiled.
"Okay well yes, I will do that, Dr. Keen," I exhaled heavily.
***
I arrived home and went straight to the bathroom. I thanked God that Kendon was not home, so I could hurry and take this pill. I grabbed some water and prepared to take it. I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror to make sure this is what I wanted at the moment. I thought about how much Kendon and I fight, and knew it was best for the baby that it not even come in contact with us. I popped the pill in my mouth and swallowed. I placed a pad in my underwear and decided to take a nap.
***
"Jessica, get up baby!" I woke up to Kendon yelling.
I sat up and saw blood everywhere, and my sheets were drenched. "Oh my gosh! Fuck!" I yelled as I clenched my stomach, due to the overwhelming pain.
"Babe what the fuck is going on?!" Kendon yelled as he stared down at me in terror. I knew if I told him, he might murder me.
"I'm having a miscarriage, Kendon!" I cried. Actual tears were flowing from my eyes due to the pain I was in, and the fact that I had actually killed my baby.
"You were pregnant?!" he asked, looking confused.
"Yeah, I just found out," I told him as I sat up slowly.
"Come on ma, let’s go to the emergency. This is a lot of blood!" he yelled, helping me off the bed.
"No Kendon, can we not! I’m embarrassed. I just want to clean this blood off me. Please," I cried and dropped onto the floor.
Thank God he said okay, and went to run me a bath. When I got in, he went to make me some food, and I cried as I soaked my body. I was in so much pain and was bleeding profusely. The doctor told me ahead of time I would bleed a lot, and be in some pain for about two days, so I didn't feel the need to visit a hospital. There was no way in hell I could ever tell Kendon what I had done. I'm pretty sure our already strained relationship would be over for good. Now that I'm thinking about it, I wish I had never done it. I acted way too quickly and I was now regretting it.
After my bath, I ate the baked chicken and rice that he made me. Afterwards, we retired to bed and I started to doze off. I woke up in the middle of the night and heard Kendon sobbing quietly in the bathroom, located in our room. That shit broke my heart into pieces. I got out of bed and opened the bathroom door. Kendon picked his head up out of his hands, and his face was wet with tears. I walked up to him, and he grabbed me by my waist and hugged me tightly. He pressed his head against my stomach. He drenched my shirt in tears as he broke down. I wrapped my arms around him and caressed his head. Seeing him like this made me cry as well. I hated myself; sometimes I was so selfish, and never thought about other people. I hurt the one nigga that actually loved and cared about me, and I wanted to turn back time more than anything.
Chapter Seven: Nic Fuller
I was missing Kendrick like crazy, but I needed to be strong. I had been checking his Instagram, but his last post was when he announced I was pregnant with KJ over a year ago.
Kayden was out of town for a small tour he was on, so Christy and I decided to go out. I hadn’t been out in awhile, so I couldn’t wait, even though this baby had me sick already. Some basketball player who just got drafted was celebrating at King Brother's. I didn't want to go, but Christy assured me that Kendrick and his brothers rarely hung out with the crowd, so it was unlikely that I'd see him.
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I had on jean shorts, and a quarter-sleeve black sheer button up, that stopped right where my shorts did. I had on some thigh high Tom Ford sandal heels. My dark hair was pressed with a part down the middle, and stopped right at the middle of my back. Of course, my makeup was the natural nude look; my signature. I sprayed my Marc Jacobs Daisy perfume, and headed outside. I thought about taking my necklace off that had the initial K on it, but changed my mind. Plus, my son was Kendrick as well!
"You look sexyyyyy!" Christy beamed when I got in the car.
She was the only one I told about what Michael did, and what Kendrick did to him. I was gon’ tell the other girls, but I was still slightly embarrassed to, especially with Jessica. When I told Christy, she cried so hard and it caught me off guard. Before Kendrick, Christy was always my protector. I didn't need her to be, but she naturally did so. If you said anything to me, Christy would fuck you up before I could even respond. That’s how it was, Christy was the no talking just fight-fighter, Jessica was the smart mouth fighter, Morgan was the optimistic sweetheart but will still fuck you up fighter, and I was the quiet and cool until you push me fighter.
"Thank you. So do you," I smiled.
Her brownish blonde hair was in its naturally curly state, and she had on red lipstick. She wore an Africa print red dress that dipped super low in the front, stopping right under her belly button. She had on sandal stilettos in black. We looked real good. She drove to KB's, and we danced to "Truffle Butter" by Nicki Minaj on the way there.
We arrived, and the line was out the fucking door. I shook my head, cause I did not want to stand in line. I wasn't sure if Kendrick had let them know we wasn't together or not. We walked up slowly about to ask how much to get in.
"Mrs. King," the bouncer smiled at me and removed the line separator. "Enjoy ladies," he continued before we could even say anything.
I turned around, shrugged at Christy, and we laughed. The music was jumping loud as hell as usual. These two girls were on stage dancing to "Bitch Better Have My Money" by Rihanna. I'd much rather see men, but we had to be 21 for that. Christy and I started dancing and singing the lyrics with each other. I was having so much fun until I spotted Kendrick in a VIP booth laughing and talking with his brothers, plus Jules, Damien, Ricky, and Maurice. It was a gang of bitches sitting there too. My stomach instantly felt queasy at the sight of him enjoying himself without me. Then Paris hoe ass came out on stage, dancing to "No Type" by Rae Sremmurd. Niggas was cheering and clapping for her. I rolled my eyes hard as hell.
"You good?' Christy asked.
She was the only one I told that Kendrick cheated, and Morgan. Jessica would kill me if she knew what I was keeping from her, but I didn't want her saying she told me so. She was an Aquarius, so she thought she knew everything. Morgan was a Gemini, so that’s why she was half-sweet and half-street. Christy was a feisty Leo, and I'm a laid back Sagittarius.
"Yeah I'm okay," I responded, keeping my eyes on Kendrick.
He couldn't see me cause of the crowd of people where I was. He and his friend’s eyes were glued to Paris as she danced seductively to the song, sliding up and down the pole, flipping upside down, and making her ass clap. While sipping his drink, Kendrick, his brothers, and his boys were cheesing hard at this hoe as she tore up the stage. Christy and I decided to sit down, and I made sure it was a table where I had good view of this nigga.
"What's up with y'all anyway Nic?" Christy frowned as we sat down.
"I don't even know. He be acting like he wants me back, but that's not how it's looking to me," I frowned as I played with my “K” chain.
"Nic, he is out with his friends. What, you want him to be sulking and blowing up your phone?" Christy smiled.
"No...but damn. He look like he is happy as hell," I said as I watched him light up a blunt. He was just having a funky good time with his bitch ass.
Paris finished her set, came down, and walked her weak ass straight over to my nigga; broken up or not, he was my nigga. She walked into the booth, and sat right next to Kendrick. He poured her a drink, and handed it to her as he laughed with Jules and Maurice. She draped her arm over his shoulder, and leaned her head on his shoulder. I was pissed the fuck off. I don't care if we wasn't together, I warned this bitch! Christy gave me a look saying she was down if I wanted to get at this hoe. Paris kissed his cheek, and nuzzled her face in his neck. He was so high and drunk, he didn't even realize it–I hoped. She draped her leg over his, and he quickly moved it off. She just laid her head back on his shoulder. That was it; I had to take my ass over there!
"Be right back, Christy."
"Nic! You don't want me to come?"
"Nah I'm good."
I walked up as he and his boys were singing the words to "6 God" by Drake. I stood there and folded my arms. Kendrick continued to laugh and talk, while this bitch sipped her drink with her head on his shoulder, like they was a couple. I wanted to see just how out of it this nigga was. Jules finally noticed me, and tapped his shoulder. Kendrick looked over at me, and his smile faded quick as fuck.
"Nic," was all his dumb ass could say.
He had on jeans, a dark grey hoodie, and Jordans. Some random stripper bitch had his hat on. The fuck?! At least he had on his small, gold “N” chain. Paris' head shot up off his shoulder, and Kendrick rushed down the five little steps, to me.
"Baby girl, what you doing here?" he asked, looking scared as hell and grabbing my waist.
"Just enjoying myself, like you," I fake smiled, keeping my arms folded and leaning back, still in his embrace.
"Nic, it's not even like that," he said, looking back over his shoulder and rubbing my lower back.
"Then what the fuck is it like? Is this what you do every night? Hug up with a bitch, then go home and fill my ear with bullshit about how you missing me?" I raised my eyebrow.
"I do miss you babe, I just…ah…" he said, rubbing his hand over his face and licking his lips. He was so fucking cross-faded it was ridiculous. His green eyes were glossy as hell. He looked sexy as fuck with his drunk, high ass. He pursed his lips, making his sexy dimples appear.
"You don't fucking miss me. You miss this," I pointed to the strippers in his booth. "That’s what you miss. Fucking random hoes, and getting drunk and high!" I finished.
"Nic, I been going out of my way to get you back to me, but you not giving me nothing. What, you want me to sit and wait?" he frowned and shrugged.
"No, I don't Kendrick. Don't wait at all," I said and started to walk away, because I didn't want him to know I was about to cry. I swear, being pregnant makes you a damn crybaby. I hated his ass!
He grabbed my arm and put his other one around my shoulder, bringing me in close to his face. His cologne smelled so good; I missed his scent. He wiped the single tear on my face with his thumb, and kissed my lips.
"You need to relax. You're pregnant. You know I love you, stop acting like that," he said in a low tone as he looked me in my face.
I instantly got wet and wanted to feel him inside me so bad. He kissed my lips again, and I lightly pushed him off, making him give up. I started to walk off, then stopped. I turned around and saw him walking back up the five little stairs to his booth. I followed right behind him and punched Paris, who was now standing, dead in her face. She fell on the table, and broke the glasses that were resting on it. Before she could even get her hoe ass up, I walked off.
"Let's go Christy!" I yelled.
Christy walked fast after me, while trying to see what the commotion was by Kendrick's booth.
Chapter Eight: Kendrick King
Making Tia think I lived there, trying to save Danielle, trying to get Nic back, and protecting and running a business had a nigga stressing hard. Ever since Tia tried to push up on me that night, and I scared her ass off, she'd been acting 100. I was happy, cause if she pushed up on me once more, I was gon’ have to pack her shit and put her with Jules like I originally planned.
I just knew gray hair was coming in, which is wh
y I was happy when Kendon decided to throw a little backyard BBQ. I walked in with Tia, and everybody was there except Morgan and Dreeis, since she just gave birth a couple weeks ago. I looked around for Nic, but then stopped. I needed to stop acting like a bitch for her, and handle my fucking business. Ever since she came over that day, and I almost had her, she refused to see me. I hadn't seen her in a month and a half after that night at KB's. She barely took my calls, and never texted me back.
“Mr. King, long time no see!”
I turned to see Honey’s fine ass, and my dick got hard immediately. I hadn’t had any type of action in forever.
“What’s up Honey?” I smiled.
“You still fine as ever daddy.” I sat down on the bench that Kendon had set up, and she sat in my lap. I didn't protest. I was a single, horny man. She rubbed her small hands through my short curly fro, and licked her lips.
“You gon’ finally give me a taste?”
“Taste of what?” I smiled. I had let her suck my dick, but I didn't fuck, so I guess that's what she wanted.
“Some dick,” she leaned down to whisper.
Just as she did, I saw Nic walk into the backyard where everyone was. She had on an off the shoulder crop top, tight jeans, and sandals. Her beautiful skin glowed, and she had that same some up some down style as last time. Her ass was super fat in the jeans she had on, and my dick was on brick status.
“Kendrick!” Honey yelled, snapping me out my trance.
Nic shook her head in disappointment, then walked over to hug her friends. I continued to flirt with Honey, and Nic kept glancing over. I rubbed up Honey's thick thighs while she was in my lap.
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