"Without mentioning Aprils name?! Yeah right!" I spat back, responding to Adrienne's last statement.
"So what! He doesn't know me, he will shrug it off!" April chimed in.
"Are you crazy?! He is gonna want to know what bitch lied to his girl about him fucking her! I swear, I'm gon’ lose my mind! What's going on with June? Anybody speak to him?" I said, turning into my apartment complex parking lot and shaking my head.
"Yeah, he said he has that Morgan bitch right where he wants her."
"Well good," I responded as we got out the car. We headed up to my apartment, and started rolling up some blunts.
"Is mama doing okay with my baby?" I asked the twins. I sent my baby to my mother, ‘cause I just couldn't handle it. He cried too much and he stopped my hustle,’ cause I was always having to watch him and shit. I could barely sleep at night or shop like I wanted, ‘cause I was spending all my money on diapers. On top of that, the niggas I was running into that were interested had empty pockets.
I missed Trenton like crazy, not only cause he was my baby daddy, but because he had tall cash. That nigga bought me whatever I wanted, as long as I played my part in front of his boys. Made them think we was just fuck buddies. Also, because Christy was his main bitch, and I was cool with that.
"Yeah, she says Trenton Jr. is a good baby," Adrienne responded, snapping me out of my thoughts. I didn't really care; I just asked to make it seem like I did.
"So what's the next move, Juju?" April’s dumb ass finally decided to talk. Here eyes were bloodshot red, and puffy as fuck. I refused to take her to the emergency, because she had pissed me off.
"You focus on Kayden, and making him yours," I told her, taking a pull from the blunt. "How far along on that are you anyway? Have you even fucked him yet? Damn!" I frowned, rolling my eyes. I swear, when the eggs split in my mom’s stomach, Adrienne took 75% of the brain matter, ‘cause April was an idiot.
"Nah, I gave him some head and we were getting closer, but his manager called me to say that for the last two songs, we will record separately," she said, looking scared and waiting for my response. I gave the blunt to Adrienne, and scooted up to the edge of the couch. "You better figure out another way April and fast, okay! Shit, you prolly already fucked us over by giving that little bitch your name at the store earlier!" I yelled, mad as hell.
"I said I was sorry! It's not that serious!" she yelled, standing up.
"Bitch, sit your wack ass down with all that. Maybe if your head game was better, Kayden wouldn't be tryna record separate from you. Dummy," I said, turning my lip up. She plopped back down and folded her arms. I was acting tough, but I was scared as hell. I knew that hoe would tell her nigga April’s name, and he would go ballistic–ballistic on our asses.
Chapter Seven: Kendrick King
Nic had finally given birth to our son, Kendrin Draise King, about five weeks ago, and I was happy as fuck. He and KJ are pretty much identical at this point, but he's just smaller of course. Kendrin has my same green eyes, just like KJ.
Nic had been doing a good ass job being my wife, a mother, and a student, so I wanted to do something nice for her. I would've done it sooner, but she didn't want to really go out until she lost the baby weight, which she had finally done. She was back to wearing her favorite crop tops and little shorts, and a nigga was loving it, even though I couldn't touch her yet.
She didn't want to be away from Kendrin so early, so I decided to have something nice done for her at home. I had a manicurist and hairdresser come to the house to fix her hair and nails. I also had a massage therapist come and give her a nice rub down. I made sure to tell them female only. Ha. I also made sure to book people from far away, ‘cause these local hair dressers and shit might be the girlfriend of some hating nigga and so on; you know the drill. Everybody got an ulterior motive these days.
I walked into one of the rooms in our house, where everyone was set up, to see one lady painting Nic's feet and the other was curling her hair. She had on a sleeveless turtleneck crop top, and a skirt that was long in the back but short in the front, showing her sexy legs. Her body was back like it never left, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on her; it was gon’ be a long night. I leaned in the doorway in my Armani slacks, shirt, and bow tie. When she noticed me, her beautiful face lit up and she smiled.
"You look sexy," she smiled.
"Thank you. You look alright too,” I joked.
"Just alright? I will remember that," she said, finally getting up with her shoes now on.
"I'm kidding ma. You look beautiful,” I said, reaching for her hand.
I had food set up in one of our dining rooms for the people who came to work on Nic. I let Dice know to let anyone out who was leaving. I led Nic into another dining room that had rose petals all over the floor, fine china lined in gold, and a pink-colored lighting, looking perfect.
"Kendrick," she said, looking all over.
I didn't say anything as I pulled out her chair. She kissed me before she sat down, and I pushed her in. The chef brought us waters and drinks, and I made sure to have Nic's favorite, iced tea with watermelon flavor.
"Mmmm," she said with her eyes closed, "Where did you find this!" she smiled after.
"What you mean? I'm that nigga!" I half joked.
"You are," she smiled. The chef brought us wedge salads to start before our dinner came out, and we both started to dig in. I put down my fork after a couple bites.
"Baby girl, I wanted to do this for you to let you know I love you, and that I appreciate all that you do," I sipped my water and cleared my throat. "You know, going to school, being a great wife, and a phenomenal mother to our now two babies at only 20 years old. Also for sticking by me, even when we had some rough patches," I said, looking in her eyes, which were now teary.
I really needed her to know that I loved and appreciated her, because for a while I felt like I ruined her life. She went from dreaming of being a college girl and basketball wife, to being a kingpin wife, and mother of two at 20. That’s why I made sure she stayed in college, and I helped in any way I could, to make it a smooth run. Nic was gonna achieve her goals, and I didn’t care what I needed to do to make sure she did.
"I just got my make up done Kendrick," she smiled as she wiped her tears; I laughed. "But I love you baby. And I appreciate you too. How you love me and protect your family, including your friends. And just how perfect you are at only 21," she continued. “I know it’s hard being Kendrick King, and I have never seen you sweat.”
"Perfect? Nah," I half smiled.
"You are to me," she said, intertwining our fingers and then reaching to touch my "N" chain. "I can't wait to grow old with you," she said, caressing my small beard as the chef brought out the lobster Parmesan pasta.
"Thank you," we said in unison.
"I know right. The days when just going to Baskin Robbins will be a joyful trip," I joked, making us laugh.
“Could you imagine us being so old that we didn’t have sex anymore?” she laughed.
“Hell nah, we gon’ figure something out!” I laughed.
"You'll still love me like you do?" she smiled. I admired her beauty a bit, before answering.
Nic was perfect in my eyes. She was beautiful, smart, and loyal; three things that was hard to find for a nigga like me. Most bitches just wanted me for my money, status, and/or good looks. They could care less about my personality, or how I treated them. I could tell her love for me was genuine; and to top it off, the pussy is fire.
"Of course I will. Forever remember?" I finally said, kissing the back of her hand.
"Yeah forever. I'm gonna hold you to that, Kendrick King," she laughed, twirling her fork in the pasta, and so did I.
"I got this for you," I said, chewing and handing her a huge gift bag that I retrieved from under the table. She opened it and pulled out one of the gifts.
"An Hermes bracelet watch?! Thank you babe!" she said, closing the box and reaching back in to pull out the other. "A Birkin?!
Kendrick, this is $15,000! Oh my God. I love you!" she smiled big as hell.
"Ah, says the girl who just got $16,000 in gifts," I joked.
"No! You know I love you, presents or not," she said, holding the bag in the air to get a good look while still cheesing. It made me smile to see her happy, especially ‘cause I knew I put her through a gang of shit during our relationship; cheating, a coma, prolonged engagement.
We continued to eat our food and converse. Finally, the dessert came out, which was strawberry shortcake, her favorite. We scarfed that down, and continued our good conversation. Nic was the only girl that I could sit and talk to for hours. With most bitches, I just thought about putting my dick in their mouth to shut they ass up.
By the time we finished, everyone was gone except the maid, who was cleaning up after the people that were in the other dining room. Even though we had both baby monitors in the dining room with us, we stopped by both boys' rooms to check on them. Once we did, we retired to our bedroom. As soon as we walked in, I picked Nic up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I laid her down and removed her shirt and skirt with the quickness. I admired her sexy body as I unbuttoned my shirt. Nic sat up and started to unzip my slacks. She released my dick and immediately made it disappear.
"Ohhhh damn," I moaned as she glided up and down my shaft.
Her mouth was so warm and wet. I put my hand on the back of her head, and started to pump into her face. I soon released in her mouth and pulled her by her hair off my dick. I pushed her back and trailed kisses all down her body, making sure to pay attention to her sexy ass, toned stomach. I reached her pretty ass pussy and started to plant kisses. I pushed one of her legs back carefully and licked slowly between the slit, the flicking my tongue over her clit.
"Kendriiick," she moaned softly, rubbing her small, soft hands through my short, curly fro.
I made sure to be gentle since she just had stitches, but I was gon’ make love to this shit. I softly sucked on her clit and fingered her hole until she came hard twice. I planted kisses back up her body, which shivered, until I reached her soft lips.
"You ready?" I asked, placing my dick at her opening.
"I'm ready daddy," she replied, making my dick harder. I could tell she was anxious for me to fuck her, cause she kept staring at my dick. She always did that when she was real horny. I eased into her and almost came in seconds.
"Oh, owww," she softly winced in pain. I hadn't touched her in five weeks, nor had sex with anybody else. I was on my best behavior during this particular healing period. Ha. She put her hand at my pelvis to monitor my pace. I moved it and pinned her hands above her head as I sucked her nipples and played with her nipple rings.
"Damn baby girl," I said as I pumped into her, making her cum again. Her pussy seemed to get better and better over time–pussy was so good that sometimes I wanted to thank her mama, and put flowers on her father’s grave.
"Ahhh Uhhhhh!" she moaned as I sped up, thrusting into her tight, wet, walls.
"Ahhhhh!" we moaned as we came together. I leaned down, making our bodies stick to each other from all the sweat, as I dipped my tongue in her mouth.
"I love you Kendrick," she said in between kisses as I still held her hands above her head.
"I love you too baby." I pulled out and kissed all over her stomach, then flipped her over for round two.
Chapter Eight: Kendrew King
It was Saturday morning, and I was headed to my dad’s house to have breakfast with my brothers and stuff. I had Kameko and Deija with me, ‘cause my dad wanted all of us to get closer. I wished I had moved here sooner, because I enjoyed spending time with my brothers and father, and it would've been that much more enjoyable had I had my mother here too.
I arrived at my father’s house and parked in his underground structure. I shut the engine off, and smiled at the thought of how big this shit was. I finally purchased a big ass mansion too, and I wanted Deija to design half, and I the other; I couldn't wait. We exited the car and got onto the elevator to head up to security. I walked into the house, and the smell of all the food made my stomach growl. We entered the living room, and everyone was there; Kendrick, Nic, Kendreeis, Morgan, Kendon, who was sitting far as hell from Jessica, Kayden, Christy, then the babies, KJ, Kendrin, and Kaleeini.
"What's up ya’ll?!" I said to the room, and everyone stood up to greet and hug the three of us.
My father came into the living room after about 20 minutes, to let us know the food was ready. We walked into the huge ass dining area and sat down to get ready to feast. There were omelets, pancakes, bacon, waffles, oatmeal, grits, cream of wheat, crepes, breakfast potatoes, French toast, muffins, croissants, English muffins, quiche, eggs, fresh fruit, sausage; I mean, everything you can think of. We all laughed, ‘cause KJ refused to eat out of his own plate. He kept snatching food from Nic's and Kendrick's, no matter how hard they tried to show him he had the same thing.
After we all stuffed ourselves like thanksgiving turkeys, Camia, the ladies, and the babies, went to the den to chill and talk. I was happy that Camia decided to stay with my father and really embrace me as her son too. She treated me just like I was her own, and I was grateful. My brothers and I went to the poolroom to play cards with my father and chitchat. In the middle of the game, I remembered that shit with Deija at the grocery store, and I wanted to get their opinions since they were familiar with the hoes out here. Maybe it was a common thing for Baltimore hoes to try to break up relationships of people they didn’t know.
"Deija went to the grocery store one day, and some chick named April approached her. She was saying that she was my girl, and we was in love and shit. Had Deija pissed off about to leave me and shit. I have no idea who the bitch is, and have no idea why she did that. What y’all think?" I frowned, shuffling my cards.
"She specifically said Kendrew?" Kendreeis asked, frowning. I shook my head yes.
"Yeah, she has an ulterior motive, and we need to figure out why…why she wanted to break up you and Deija," Kendrick chimed in, and made a face like he was thinking. “You know no one named April? Not even back home maybe?” he continued. He made a face showing that he couldn’t understand why someone would do that otherwise.
“Nope!” I said matter-of-factly.
"April hunh?" Kayden asked.
"Yeah, I still have Deija's voice in my head yelling, I met April nigga!" I said in a high-pitched voice, mocking her, and they laughed.
"Someone needs to handle that bitch," Kendon said, shaking his head. “Niggas be on thin ice as it is, we don’t need no fake shit interfering!” he finished, making us laugh. That was true though; we did enough shit, so there was no room for lies.
"Well, Deija threw cayenne pepper powder in her eyes, so that should be good for now, until we see what is going on," I said, making everyone burst into laughter.
"Plan backfired like a muthafucka!" Kendrick said while laughing, making us all laugh even more.
"Aye where is pops?!" Kendreeis asked, looking around.
We finally spotted him knocked out on the couch. "Typical nigga, got that young itis!" Kendon joked, and we laughed.
"On a serious note, we gon’ keep our ears to the streets about this April chick," Kendrick said, calming down from laughter. I nodded my head in agreement. Kendrick was right; I needed to know why this chick felt the need to make this shit up.
Chapter Eight: Morgan Garrett
Ever since I met June and his connect Blake, I had been on cloud nine. I stayed on top of my work, as well as taking care of Kaleeini and keeping up with Kendreeis.
I told Kendreeis I had another study session today, but I was headed to June's apartment so we could go get some more pills from Blake. June was starting to text me a lot on some flirty stuff. Whenever I was home, I had to block his number so his texts wouldn’t come through. I did not need Dreeis seeing texts from some nigga flirting. It was in mine and June’s best interest that Kendreeis never knew him.
I arrived and text Jun
e that I was outside. June reminded me of a skinnier version of Tyrese. He was cute, but not my type. He seemed way too soft, even his texts. I preferred the more forward type, like Kendreeis; a nigga who knew what he wanted and went for it. June seemed like the type a nigga to ask for some head on a folded piece of paper for you to check yes or no. Dreeis would just pull his dick out and expect you to get the hint. I laughed at my thoughts.
"You look beautiful," June smiled when he saw me.
"Uh, thank you," I replied, annoyed as fuck. I hated when niggas I didn’t like flirted with me. Nic would always say that’s mean but shit, I don’t like that shit!
We headed to Blake's and entered the house hurriedly. My mouth was damn near salivating for the pills. I had run out two days ago, and was about to lose my mind.
"Your usual Morgan?" Blake asked, smiling big as ever.
"Yes. But can I get three bottles this time?" I said, holding up three fingers.
"Upping your dosage?" he smiled.
"No. Just want to have to drive all the way out here less frequently."
"Okay, cool man," he said, running his fingers through his blond mane.
"Yeah uh, same for me as well," June finally spoke up.
"What do you get?" I asked. He never mentioned why he got pills.
"I use these to relax. Almost like weed. Just in pill form," he shrugged as Blake handed it to him.
"Hey, my chef is making lunch, why don't you guys stay?" Blake grinned. He was too happy all the fucking time. We decided to eat lunch with Blake since I needed to kill time anyway. Afterwards, we talked for a bit, and then June pulled his pills out his pocket.
"Want to try?" he asked, holding the bottle towards me. I hesitated at first.
"It's some good shit!" Blake laughed, holding his arms out. I took one out and swallowed it. After about five minutes, I started to feel super relaxed and care free.
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