“Cortez Jordan Khalil, you need to turn this car around, and take me home. I do not want to eat with you. I don’t want anything to do with you as a matter of fact.”
“This the type of shit you wear to cheat on me?” He touched my dress.
“Nigga, I am not playing with you!” I slapped his hand, chuckling. I was so pissed that I found his psychotic behavior slightly comical.
“What you doing with this nigga, Blaise?”
“Same thing you were doing with Cadence, only all the time. And it’s so good, I can’t get enough.” I piled on the lies. I glanced his way to see him nodding too calmly, staring straight ahead.
“So you think you about to be with him?” Belly chuckled, which irritated me.
“Yeah, I am about to be with him. I’m never being with you again, and I’m just so thankful I found Romelo.”
“Aight, then I’m about to kill us both.”
Before I could say anything, Belly floored it, speeding so, that I gripped the handle above me for balance. My feet pressed into the floor as he heightened the speed, going full force at a red light, with a currently busy intersection.
“Cortez, stop!” I screeched.
“Nah, you ain’t gon’ be with me, so life is a wrap.”
“Okay, I want you! I want you, Cortez!”
“Huh?” He sort of rocked toward me, extending his ear as he continued toward the intersection, about to kill us and a few others surely.
“I love you. I want you!”
Chuckling, he slowed down, slamming on the brakes just in time behind the crosswalk. My body relaxed as I breathed heavily for a moment, thanking God I was alive.
“I love you too, baby.” He touched my thigh, but I slapped his face and started shoving him. I only stopped because he pulled off at the green light.
“You crazy muthafucka! I hate you! Take me home!”
Suddenly, he pulled over, throwing the car in park, and leaving it running.
“You for real want me to never talk to yo’ ass again? Like on some real shit?” He turned his body some to look at me. “You honestly never wanna fuck with me ever again?”
“Nope!” I stared straight ahead.
“Look me in the eyes. Tell me you don’t wanna fuck with me and that you don’t love a nigga, and I’ll leave yo’ ass alone and take you home.”
I pondered for a moment, wondering if I really did want to be done with Belly. I loved him, a lot. But no, he was bad for me. Only thing being with him would bring me is headaches and heartbreaks, so I couldn’t do it. The last thing I needed in addition to two babies, was a man stressing me out.
Turning to face him, I opened my mouth, giving it one last thought, then replied, “I don’t wanna fuck with you, and I do not love you, Cortez.”
As he glared at me, my heart began to beat out of my chest. I was afraid of his reaction and afraid that I’d made a mistake. No, it wasn’t a mistake, but I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to deal with him never wanting me again. I still got that queasy feeling when someone DM’d me pictures of him with one of his harem of bitches. The fact that it still made me physically sick, showed my attachment to him.
“Well I don’t give a fuck what you want. You’re spouting bullshit right now. Ain’t no fucking way I feel what I feel for yo’ ass and you don’t feel shit.” He put the car in drive. “I’ll take you home, but you ain’t going on no fucking date, and you ain’t gon’ just stop fucking with me.”
“So why did you ask!” I barked angrily.
“Just to see if yo’ ass would lie, and you did, just like I thought you would. Fraud ass.”
“I’m not lying! I don’t want you, and I don’t love you!”
He came to a red light, removed his seat belt on the sly, and then leaned over in my face. I let out labored breaths as our lips almost touched. Then right when I was about to ruin my panties by allowing him to kiss me, he cheesed before pulling away, buckling back up.
“But you don’t love me and don’t wanna fuck with me, huh?” He pulled off, driving in that lean position that all hood niggas drove in.
I couldn’t do anything but pout. I was upset that he’d figured me out and upset that I didn’t get my kiss. My pussy was aching for it now.
We stayed silent as Usher sang us back to my condo building. He drove into the parking structure and right up to his Range Rover.
“Where is Romelo?”
“Get out,” Belly directed me as he climbed out of the driver’s side. I did as well, to see him hit the key fob to his Range, allowing the trunk to open. Inside lied Romelo, passed out.
“Oh my gosh!” I covered my mouth.
“Calm yo’ dramatic ass down. Yo’ little bitch ass boyfriend is aight.” Slapping his face a few times, Belly yelled, “Aye, nigga. Get yo’ ass up and out of my shit.”
A few more slaps and Romelo slowly started to come to, wiping his eyes and looking around. Belly yanked him from the trunk before bringing down the door.
“Oh my gosh, Romelo, are you okay?” I touched him. He looked so confused and baffled, that I was embarrassed for him.
“Blaise—I uh—”
“Blaise, take yo’ ass in the house before I kill his ass,” Belly interjected, and after a short moment of hesitation, I started off slowly. “You can go home, and don’t ever let me catch you around my girl, or I’m gon’ do more than rob you and put yo’ ass to sleep.”
Romelo began patting his pockets to see what Belly stole I guess, but when Belly jumped at him, he rushed to his Porsche, hopped in, and sped off.
“Did you serious—”
“I can come up and give you some dick if you want.”
“I only want Romelo’s dick. It’s much better and faithful.”
Frowning as hard as I could, I just stomped my foot before power walking to the elevator. I had to get rid of this nigga once and for all.
Some days later…
“Wait, he left you with the bill?” Priscilla asked Alivia.
We were at lunch, and she was finally telling us how Yono reacted when she asked him about the pregnant stripper.
“Yes!”
Priscilla and I burst into laughter, almost spilling our drinks.
“I’m so sorry, Alivia, but I just can’t believe he did that.” I chuckled softly.
“It’s not funny, and now I’m sleeping at Manny’s place which has been surprisingly okay. I do lock the guest bedroom door at night though.”
“Umm, yeah, I hope so.”
“So did you ask Belly about the Megyn thing?” Priscilla turned to me.
Yesterday afternoon, Megyn posted a photo of a nice size tattoo she’d gotten that read Belly on her left shoulder blade. She deleted it hours later, but by that time, the shit had gone viral. It made me want to get his initials on my wrist covered up ASAP. I could already foresee the backlash I was gonna receive once people found out I was having his baby.
“Nope, and I’ve taken certain steps so that we won’t talk or see one another for a little minute.” I stabbed my food and began to eat.
The girls and I finished our meal then went to the nail shop. After I left, I went to get my baby from Five-Star’s mother, and thankfully, only she was there. Island and I went to mall, where I ended up buying us some matching Gucci sneakers before heading home.
“I love you, Island,” I cooed, kissing her cheek as I slipped the key into the door.
“Love you, Mommy!” she screeched, making my heart melt like always. “Belly!” she shouted.
“No, ba—” When I felt someone push the door open from behind me, I knew it was him. “What are you doing? How did you even get past Gary?”
“One of your neighbors is a big fan. He brought me in with him.” Belly smirked, following me into my condo and closing the door. “What is this?” He held up a piece of paper.
Placing Island on the couch with her sippy cup, I hissed, “You cannot come visit me to ask me about a restraining order, Cortez! That’s the point of ge
tting one!”
I was able to get a temporary restraining order. I didn’t want a permanent one because he was my baby’s father, but I just needed a little something to keep him away from me. But hell, if he kept this up, I would surely show up to my hearing to make it permanent.
“Restraining orders only scare bitch ass niggas.” He took a seat on my couch, scooping up Island and blowing a raspberry on her stomach, making her laugh. Was this nigga out of his mind?
“You know if I call the police right now, you will go to jail?” I pulled my iPhone from my purse.
“Island, why ya mama trying to act like we’re not in love?” He kissed her face and then sat her next to him before standing. “I’ll leave yo’ little cry baby ass alone for the night. I’ll pop up on yo’ ass a little bit later.”
“Whatever. Goodbye.” I nudged him closer to the door, and as soon as he was out, I closed then locked it.
When I turned to look at my baby on the couch, she oddly burst into laughter, so I couldn’t help but to do the same.
Romelo and I were chilling inside of his house, watching television. We felt for right now it’d be safer for us to just stay inside. He told me when he got home that one night, he’d realized that Belly had stolen his chain, all the cash from his wallet, and funny enough, a loaded Chipotle gift card. He also stole his car, but since that was temporary, it didn’t count. I suddenly remembered Belly saying any nigga that tried to fuck with me would get robbed; I guess he meant it.
“So when is your hearing for the permanent restraining order?” Romelo inquired.
“A few weeks.” I wasn’t going to go through with it; I couldn’t, but I didn’t want to say that. I know the thought of me getting one made Romelo feel safer.
“This just in… Earlier tonight, the Khalil versus Jackson fight took place, and to no surprise, Khalil came out on top, knocking Jackson out in only the third round. However, during the second round, Jackson did get a good hit in on Khalil. Apparently, the hit was too good, as the young boxer known as Belly was rushed to the hospital after collapsing backstage…” a news reporter began explaining.
I couldn’t hear anything else as I hopped up, slipping my feet into my shoes, and grabbing my purse.
“Where are you going?” Romelo questioned.
“I have to go. I will call you later.”
Rushing out, I immediately dialed Carson so I could find out where Belly was.
Belly
I was at the beach house, laid out on the big ass plush couch bed with the fireplace blazing, when I heard somebody going ham on the muthafuckin’ doorbell. Rising up, I tossed the thick comforter off of my lap and made my way slowly to see who the fuck I was about to curse out. It was 9 p.m. at night, and I couldn’t see why any muthafucka would have reason to be popping up over here. I didn’t want to be bothered by any female, excluding Blaise, and I knew her ass wasn’t coming to see a nigga. Shit had me feeling like a little bitch.
“Blaise, baby, you aight?” I pulled the door open, and she rushed me damn near, bear hugging my torso.
“Are you okay?” She stared up at me, worried as fuck.
“Yeah. It was just a concussion, but I’m good. I just gotta rest and shit for a few days.” I closed the door then took her hand so we could head back to the living room.
Once I was back lying down, I saw Blaise’s eyes were watering as she stood there twiddling her thumbs. She was so fucking pretty, making me smile at her brown skin being illuminated by the fireplace behind her.
“Are you sure you’re fine?”
“Yes.” I chuckled. “He just hit me hard as fuck, and I reacted once the match was over. But I won so…” I shrugged. “Don’t you got a muthafuckin’ restraining order against me? What you doing here?”
“I saw it on TV, and I wanted to be sure you were okay.”
“On TV? You watch the sports channel?”
“No, I was… I was watching with Romelo.” She glanced off.
“Come here.” I waited until she came to the couch bed, removed her heels, then climbed on with me. “You left bitch boy to come see a nigga you got papers against?” I laughed lowly as she cuddled up to me.
“Don’t call him that. He’s nice.”
“You like nice niggas now?” I looked down into her face as she gazed up at me. I intertwined our fingers.
“I’ve always liked them nice. He took me to an art show.”
“Wow, that is nice.”
“Shut up!” She giggled with a wide smile.
Blaise straddled my lap as I let my head fall back, then she cupped the sides of my face to look into my eyes. Lifting my head, I crashed my lips against hers, groping her plump ass as our tongues came in contact. Feeling her pussy through them thin ass panties against my crotch, my dick started to rise the fuck up.
My phone buzzing interrupted us, and when we both looked down, I saw it was Megyn calling. As soon as that call faded out, next was Kharla, then Sienna. Once Cadence started, Blaise tried to move from my lap, but I stopped her.
“Why you worried about that shit?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? They are all literally trying to get to you right now. I’m not the only one, that’s the problem.”
“Except you are the only fucking one, Blaise. Yeah, they’re calling, but who am I with right now?”
“Only because I popped up like some thirst bucket.” She moved from my lap to sit up on the couch with her knees pulled in.
“No, because like I told yo’ ass time and time again, I love you. I’m all about yo’ ass. Whenever you’re ready, it’s just gon’ be me and you.” I craned my neck around to kiss her. She said nothing. “Wanna drink? I got some Hennessy.” I lifted the fresh bottle next to the couch.
“No, I don’t. And Cortez, you had a concussion. You shouldn’t be drinking anything.”
“Aight. What about some weed? Or is that off the menu too boss?”
Chuckling, she said, “It’s off the menu too.
My phone started ringing again, and when I saw it was one of my bitches, I silenced it and tossed it to the other side of the couch. Blaise was already sucking her teeth though.
“You staying the night with me?”
“No. I’m going back to my man, Romelo.” She smirked, then her pretty white smile burst through. Her fucking smile was everything.
“Keep playing with me, Blaise, and I’m gon’ kill his ass.” I took her hand to kiss the back of it. “So you staying, right? I need you.”
“I guess, but only to keep an eye on you.”
“There’s a shirt in my bag you can put on.” I pointed, so she got up to walk over to it. Per usual, my eyes were glued to her shapely frame and the way her long, dark, wavy hair swept the small of her back.
As she undressed, she asked, “So are you serious with Megyn?”
“Of course not.”
“Then why did she tattoo your name?”
“Same reason all of them did.”
“All of them, including me,” she reminded me by flashing her inner wrist with my initials on it.
“Nah, because I got yo’ shit too.” She smiled subtly, allowing her dress to fall to the floor before grabbing the t-shirt. “Don’t put that on yet. Come here.”
“Cortez—”
“Come here.”
Slowly, she started over, and once she got close enough, I gripped her hips to push her panties down past her supple thighs. Once she stepped out of them, I brought her down onto the couch bed then removed my boxer briefs and sweats.
As soon as I got between her legs, she whispered, “We can’t until I know you’re clean.”
“Blaise, I’m an athlete. I get tested all the time.”
“I need to see it.”
Begrudgingly getting up, I went to my bag and grabbed the lab results I’d gotten done at the hospital earlier when I went for my concussion. Making my way back to the bed, I handed the copy off to Blaise. Once she placed it to the side after reading the shit, I got back in p
osition, kissing and sucking on her lips and collarbone.
“I missed this,” I spoke lowly, mouthing her nipples. The thought of sliding my dick inside of her had me excited.
As soon as I pinned her hands above her head, she asked, “Have you been safe?”
“Always, except for when it comes to you.”
Pushing my way inside, I inhaled her whimpers before slipping my tongue into her mouth. She was wet as fuck but perfectly snug. I knew nobody else had been in this, thank God.
“Cortez,” she cooed, as I rocked in and out of her.
“Blaise, fuck.”
It’d been way too damn long since I had this good shit. If I even moved the wrong way, I was gon’ nut all up in her ass.
“I’m mmm, I’m pregnant,” she finally blurted just before her body jerked under me. She felt soft as hell.
“What?” I paused, gaping down at her. Her long hair was everywhere, and the fire flickering over her brown skin made her look all angelic and shit.
“Yeah… We’re having a baby.”
Pushing all the way inside of her walls, I held it there, making her tremble as she came again.
“I love you, Blaise.” I started my movements back up again, intertwining our fingers as I pinned her hands back above her head while sucking her lips.
I ended up fucking the shit out of her a few times that night.
Some days later…
I'm a big nigga, I ain't got a six-pack… But she wanna ride all day, like she at Six Flags, zero cap…
I bobbed my head to “Fuck A Hook” by Tee Grizzley as I lit up a blunt. I didn’t have a fight for a couple months, and I’d just landed a commercial for this gym clothing line. Those two alone were bringing me in a nice amount of cash, so I had reason to celebrate. And even better, I was having my first baby. All I needed to do now was convince its hard-headed ass mama that no matter how single she thought she was… she wasn’t.
After I fucked and licked her until her pussy was sore, she let me know it meant nothing and that she only let me because being pregnant had her horny. Shit was comical as fuck how she was trying to play me.
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