“Can’t have it no other way,” he chuckled, and so did I.
We went upstairs and handled some business before having a couple drinks, smoking some, blunts and talking. He told me a lot about himself, and how it was living in Tennessee with his mother. He told me how he met Deija, and the meaning behind Kameko's name. I told him about growing up with my father, Nic and I, and how I fucked up with her too. I even mentioned the beef I had with French and Houston, and how Trenton tried to fuck us over.
"Damn that's crazy," he said, shaking his head and chuckling about our many enemies.
"Right. Snake ass," I replied, chuckling.
We had a good time, and I realized it wasn't his fault he was here, and I shouldn't be mad at nobody but my father. Kendrew was gon’ be a good addition to what we had, I could feel it. I just hoped what I said got through to him.
Chapter Five: Kendrew King
I know y'all turning y'all lips up at a nigga, and I deserve it. I meant what I promised Deija. I loved her and Kameko more than anything. I fucked around with other bitches, ‘cause I just didn't care about shit. Not that I didn't care about Deija, but my mom dying made me feel like nothing mattered anymore. I realize now that I need to stop acting like a bitch, and get out my damn feelings. I can care about other things in my life without it meaning that I don't miss my mom.
My talk with Kendrick really helped a lot, and I was glad I got to spend that time with my brother. It made me see him in a different light. At first I thought he was just some cocky ass, overbearing muthafucka, but I realized he was just about his business. When it was time to handle business, he took it serious; when it was time to hang out, he could chill. I was kind of proud to say my little brother ran the streets.
I really need to do right by my girl, though. Deija has never vocalized being done with me, so I knew she was serious. I had cheated on her plenty times, and all she would do is cry and take me back. When I saw she didn’t beat those girls’ asses, and told me she was done, I knew she was at her breaking point. It scares me to even think that she would pack her shit up and leave me. It was time I be the man she deserved, and the daddy Kameko deserved. I'm sure she doesn't want her father mistreating her mom and making her cry like I've been doing. I hated to see or hear Deija cry, ‘cause I knew she loved me, and I constantly hurt her and broke her heart.
Since I had been working with my brothers, my cash flow improved significantly, and it was time to buy at least a nice condo. Anything was better than that apartment we were in; plus, my dad said it wasn't safe to be living locally like that now that niggas knew who my bloodline was. I purchased a nice ass condo near my dad and brothers, and couldn't wait to surprise my baby with it. I needed her to know I was serious, and not just talking out my ass. I missed how we used to be.
I arrived at my apartment to pick up Deija and Kameko.
"You guys ready?" I said, taking Kameko from Deija and kissing her lips.
"Yeah, where we going?" she smiled. She was so beautiful with her long, brown, curly hair, and light golden brown skin. She had on a spaghetti-strapped crop top and shorts; simple but sexy–that was what I loved about her, too. She didn't have to try hard like all these other hoes out here.
"It's a surprise," I replied, taking her hand in mine. We got in the car, and I drove her to the condo.
"Where are we, Drew?" she asked, frowning. We all got out the car, and I tossed her the keys. "What? What is this?" she smiled.
"Our new home, ma. Until we get a house at least," I smiled and kissed Kameko's cheeks.
"Oh my gosh baby!" Deija beamed as she put the keys in the door to open it. "It's fully furnished too!" she said, looking all around while walking up the stairs. "Kameko, look at your room, baby!" she smiled, taking her from me. Kameko was fighting to get down, ‘cause she saw all the new toys. I walked into Kameko's new room and planted a kiss on Deija's lips.
"Sit her in the playpen," I instructed, and she followed. "Remember when I said I promise that I would be all about you, and faithful to you?"
"Yeah," she said in a low tone, looking up into my eyes.
"Well…" I said as I dropped to one knee.
"Drew…wha…" was all she could say. Our relationship had become such a low priority to me that I told her I would never make her my wife. I could see in her face that she couldn’t believe I was asking her to marry me.
"Deija, I love you more than anything. I know I've made a lot of mistakes, and I appreciate and am blessed that you decided to stick by me. I thank you for giving me my daughter, and you're so perfect that I don't deserve you. Please baby, if you would marry me, I would be the happiest man on Earth," I told her, looking up into her beautiful face. I hated to think about all the shit I put her through. Deija was a great girl, and she didn’t deserve the way I treated her. Regardless though, she stayed loyal to me when I didn’t deserve loyalty. I was just happy no nigga came and took her from me. By this time, she was crying hysterically.
"Of course Kendrew. Oh my gosh," she said as I slid the ring on her small finger.
"I meant what I said, Deija," I said as I stood up and kissed her lips. She shook her head yes, and grabbed my face to kiss me.
"Look baby. Mommy and daddy are getting married!" she yelped to Kameko as I laughed. A nigga finally made her happy. I hadn’t seen her face light up like that in forever.
“Mommy, daddy, married,” Kameko smiled, not even knowing what she was saying. She was in that repeat everything you say stage. Deija and I just chuckled.
I grabbed Deija up, and carried her to our new bedroom as Kameko played with her toys. I laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her to kiss her lips. I rubbed my hands up her shirt and removed it as I dipped my tongue in her mouth.
"I love you ma," I said in between kisses as I tugged her shorts down. I stood up off the bed, and removed my clothes, as I admired her body with just panties on. Deija's body always made my dick hard on sight. Nice perky tittties, flat stomach, sexy legs, and a nice fat ass. She wasn't skinny, nor super thick–she was just…fucking perfect. First time I saw her naked, I fucked her three times back to back. She was a virgin and couldn’t walk straight the next morning. I smiled at the thought, and climbed back in bed. I kissed from her lips to her nipples, and sucked and licked them. I trailed from her stomach to her pussy, and removed her panties. I inhaled the sweet scent of it, then began to place kisses on her slit, while slightly licking in between.
"Ahhhh," she moaned.
I lifted her legs up a little, so that her feet were flat on the bed. I started to suck and lick on her clit, while making sure to lick all around too.
"Dreeewww," she said as she lightly palmed the back of my head; I loved when she did that shit. She came, and I licked her clean before diving back in. I licked and sucked on her pussy until she came again. I let her shaking leg down and laid on my back. She sat up, and began to trail kisses from my lips down my abdomen.
"You been careful, right?" she asked before taking me in her mouth. I shook my head yes.
I may fuck different bitches, but I never went in them hoes raw, nor was I eating their pussy or anything like that. I have never caught anything, nor brought nothing back to my girl–ever. She knew that too. I would never burn my bitch for these hoes. If I needed to hit something raw, I was coming home to her. I’ve never used a condom with Deija–ever. I wanted her in every way from the first time I saw her, so her getting pregnant was not a worry of mine.
She bobbed her head up and down my shaft as she massaged my balls in her small, soft hands. Her mouth was warm as fuck and had me moaning loud. Deija had the best pussy and head combo on Earth; and as I said, no one knew about it but me. She made sure it was good and sloppy, just like I liked it. After I exploded in her mouth, she swallowed it up, and then I flipped her on her back and slid into her warm, wet pussy. Her shit stayed snug as hell, and a nigga almost busted soon as he got in. Deija was the only chick I ever fucked raw, and boy was it worth it getting her pregnant. I
pounded into her, and all you heard was the sound of me tearing her shit up, which made my dick harder.
"Ahhh Drew!" she moaned as she came all over my dick and shivered.
"Whose pussy is it, ma?" I said in a low tone as I plowed into her sexy ass.
"Yours, Drew!" she moaned as she came again like clockwork.
"You love me?"
"More than anything, daddy!"
"I love you too, Deija," I replied, tonguing her down.
I put her on all fours, then entered her from behind. I bent down to bite her lower back as I slowly pumped into her.
"Oooh," was all she said as she bit her lip to look back at me. I picked up my pace while squeezing her ass, and we both exploded together. I kissed and licked on the back of her neck, while still inside her.
"Damn ma. Your shit is the best," I said in between kisses, and out of breath. She shivered a bit from her orgasm.
"Mm, I love you Kendrew," she said as I bit on her shoulder.
"I love you more baby."
I was serious about changing, and I hoped she knew that shit. I was changing how I ran my family, and how I worked with my brothers. Fuck the bullshit!
Chapter Five: Morgan Garrett
"Ms. Garrett, the last dosage I prescribed you was for a month. It's only been two weeks; I can't write you another. I'm afraid you have developed a dependency on the medication, and I'd like you to see–"
"If you can't help me, then just say that!" I cut Dr. Terry off and grabbed my purse.
"Ms. Garrett!" she called after me.
I stormed out of her office, and out the lobby. Tears started to stream my face as I waited on the elevator. Wasn't nobody addicted to nothing; I just needed it to help me sleep and relax. Sometimes I took more than I was supposed to if I was really stressing, so that's why I was out already. She was making a big deal out of nothing. The elevator finally arrived, and I hopped on.
"You cool?" some guy asked as we rode down.
"Yep," I said, making my lips pop on the P.
"Why you crying then?" he asked.
"I'm good, okay! I don't even know you, so why do you care?" I spat, turning up my lip. I hated nosey people.
"Cause I hate to see beautiful women cry," he smiled. I rolled my eyes at this nigga. "June," he said, reaching his hand out for me to shake it.
"Morgan," I said, keeping my arms folded across my chest.
He laughed at how I ignored his hand. "I'm guessing the doctor gave you bad news."
"Yeah she did. Why aren't we moving?!" I asked, irritated.
"I guess we forgot to pick a floor," he chuckled.
"Three please," I said, rolling my eyes.
"So what happened? You look stressed," he asked, pressing the three for third level parking.
"Yeah well, I guess my doctor doesn't agree, ‘cause she won't refill my stress medication."
"Well I got a partna that could hook you up with some shit," he smiled as the elevator door opened.
"Like what?" I asked, walking off as he followed.
"Something just like what you been taking, without the hassle of a doctor."
"How much?"
"I can make sure he gives you a good price. Follow me in your car," he said before walking to his Mercedes. I was hesitant, but I needed this shit.
I followed him for what seemed like an hour, until we arrived at some huge mansion. We parked our cars and hopped out simultaneously.
"Aight, come on," he instructed. I followed him as we walked up the driveway to knock on the door. Some white man answered with a big smile.
"June! What's up bro?!" he said as he gestured for us to walk in.
"Sup Blake!"
"And who is this beautiful lady?" he asked, smiling at me.
"Morgan," I replied and half smiled.
"So what can I do you for?" he asked as he closed the door and led us to his den.
"Nice house, hunh?" June whispered to me as we followed Blake.
"Mine is bigger and nicer," I said smiling, and he laughed.
"Morgan needs something for her stress," June told him once we sat down.
"Oh I got plenty shit for that man!" he replied, smiling and laughing loud as hell. He pressed a button on this remote, making the wooden walls slide back. There were thousands of bottles filled with pills. He stood up and grabbed two fat medicine bottles, filled to the top. "These are what you need. $30 each usually, but for you $20," he said, handing them to me. June paid him $40 for them, then got some other pills for himself.
"I can pay for myself, June," I told him, wondering why he paid for me. I hoped he wasn’t tryna get no pussy out of this.
"You good, beautiful."
"What is this?" I asked Blake.
"Natural, organic medicine that helps you release stress," Blake responded, flashing his yellow ass teeth. I shook my head yes, saying okay, and put the bottles in my purse.
***
When I arrived home, I took two pills and felt so relaxed and stress free.
"You look beautiful babe," Kendreeis said, walking into the room.
"Thank you daddy," I said, biting my lip. The pills helped me finish my homework fast, and I was craving some dick.
"Ohh damn, you tryna get some shit started, I see," he said, catching on to me being horny, then smiled and closed the door.
"I just got the baby to go down, so I'm all yours," I smiled, removing my teddy. I was ass naked and took my hair down. Kendreeis was damn near drooling on his clothes. I walked over to him, and pulled his shirt over his head. I led him to the bed, and pushed him down.
"Morgan, you got me horny as fuck," he said as I stared him in the eyes. I tongued him down, then pushed him back. I unbuckled his pants to release his dick. I bobbed up and down on it, making sure I used every ounce of saliva in my body. I felt high, and had plenty saliva to go around. I felt like I had no gag reflexes, and was going to work.
"Fuck ma! Damn! Shit!" Dreeis yelled as I worked my magic. He exploded in my mouth, then pulled me down to sit on his face. He licked and sucked my pussy as I rode his face like a champion horseback rider.
"Ah fuck daddy!" I moaned as he devoured my shit. I came all over his face, and he threw me on all fours. "Get in there, baby. Show me whose pussy it is," I told him.
"You already know," he said as he eased into me. Dreeis had the biggest dick I had ever worked with, and no matter how many times he fucked me, I had to adjust to it. He beat my shit up from behind, making me cum hard. He smacked my ass, then flipped me over. He put my legs on his shoulders and plowed into me. "I love this pussy ma," he said, thrusting into me.
"Ahhhh!" I moaned as we exploded together.
"Damn ma, I never get tired of fucking you," he said, out of breath and kissing all over my body. He started eating my pussy again, and I didn't protest. These pills had me keeping up with my man for the first time, and I loved it.
Chapter Six: Nic King
Today, Christy, Danielle, Deija, and I were going out to lunch. I couldn't wait to see them. I loved spending time with my friends and catching up. I had on a tight, gray, t-shirt material dress that stopped mid-calf with some sandals. My hair was parted down the middle, and pressed bone straight. One thing about being pregnant was that your hair grew like crazy. My hair was already long, so with being pregnant, my hair stopped right at my tailbone. Soon as I had my baby, I was cutting it back to mid back length, though.
"Alright, I will be back around…shit, I don't even know. I will text you when I'm coming, or call," Kendrick's stupid ass said, peeking his head in our bedroom door. I ignored him and continued to put on my jewelry. "Hello, Nic? Did you hear me? I'm dropping KJ off with my mother before I get to business," he continued, and I still didn't respond. He walked into the room, and closed the door. He sat down in the chair in our room, near where I was. "What's wrong baby girl?" he said, turning me to face him and kissing my stomach.
"Nothing," I said, looking over my shoulder into the mirror.
"Yes
there is. Tell me," he said, still holding my belly.
"I'm fine Kendrick!" I said, trying to walk out the room, but he stood up and stopped me.
"Whoa. Chill out, tell me why you acting up," he said with a good grip on my arm.
"Cause you leave early as fuck, and come back late as fuck," I said in a low tone.
"So. I'm handling business," he said, obviously irritated, and shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, I asked Morgan if Kendreeis was out as late as you, or as early as you, and she said no," I said, raising my eyebrow.
He chuckled, "Because Kendreeis is not the boss. He don't have to be out all day, unless it's some shit popping off. I am, therefore I need to make sacrifices that those under me don't necessarily need to, ma," he said, smiling and flashing his white ass teeth and dimples, making me smile too. I hated his ass; he was so unbelievably charming. That's why he had every woman that came in contact with him wrapped around his finger. "So, are we good?" he asked, pulling me close and kissing my lips. His cologne was the best smell in the world.
"Yeah," I said, smiling.
"You look beautiful, by the way," he started back chewing on his gum, and looking me up and down lustfully. I never seen a nigga chew gum as sexy as he did.
"Thank you babe," I said before he started tonguing me down to put his gum in my mouth. "Ugh Kendrick!" I yelped, making him laugh as he walked out the bedroom.
***
I arrived at the restaurant, and saw Christy already sitting there. I walked up and hugged her lightly, making our bellies touch as we chuckled.
"So how are you?" I asked.
"I don't know. I don't want Kayden working with that April chick. And you know Jessica said she thought she saw him getting out of her car, but she wasn't sure if it was her," she finished as she smiled at the waiter who sat down some waters.
"Well did you ask him about it?" I frowned.
"Yeah, but he just said he was in his manager’s car for a bit, and no one else’s,” she shrugged.
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