Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  Females needed to realize that whole nonchalant bullshit only worked on weak, bitch ass niggas. At the end of the day, I was getting pussy whether you had feelings for me or not. As long as you were letting me fuck, I didn’t care if it meant some shit to you. Shit, 98 percent of these females didn’t even cross my mind once I let that nut go, excluding Blaise. So the only people that friends with benefits bullshit bothered was females and hoe niggas. And with the way Blaise sucked my dick like she loved me all night, I was feeling great like that Frosted Flakes muthafucka.

  However, Blaise had until her upcoming birthday to continue on with her I’m single shit, then it was over with. And if she posted one more thirst trap on the gram, I was caving the back of her head in, pregnant or not.

  “You okay?” Megyn lied on my shoulder.

  At the moment, we were in Cole’s new crib, having a house warming, I guess. Hood niggas didn’t have traditional housewarmings though, so this was simply a kickback with drinks, food, weed, and hoes.

  “Yeah, I’m good. What I tell you about touching me too much?” I looked her way.

  Megyn was fine as fuck, had some good pussy, could suck dick like a porn star, but she was way too muthafuckin’ touchy-feely to not be my bitch. I could sense she thought she had a leg up on my other bitches, but she was mistaken like fuck. I could barely make it two days without sending her on her fucking way and hitting up somebody else.

  “I know, but you look so fine tonight, I’m having a hard time.” She touched my dick through my jeans, making me chuckle subtly.

  “Yeah, well unless you gon’ suck me off right now, get ya hands off me. You doing too much, and it’s irritating as fuck.”

  “Sorry.” She returned to lying on my shoulder, just as another bitch walked up to the couch we were on. It was about twenty-five females here, along with my ContraBandz gang, Manny, fuck ass Will, Rocko, and a few other niggas from the hood.

  “Do you mind if I sit?” she asked. Her body was ridiculous, and I didn’t mind that her stomach wasn’t flat. The only thing I gave a fuck about was making sure there was pussy between her hips.

  “Not at all,” I told her, making Megyn’s head pop up.

  “I’m Carin.” She reached her hand out to me, so I shook it.

  “And I’m Megyn.” Megyn reached across me. I ignored her antics because I could and would fuck whomever.

  “Oh, nice to meet you,” Carin replied, taken aback obviously. “Are you his girlfriend? I—”

  “You see me laid up on him, don’t you?” Megyn snapped.

  “I’m single but currently in love with somebody that ain’t her.” I nipped that argument in a bud, making Megyn pout and fall back against the couch.

  “Well in that case.” Carin leaned closer to me. “I was wondering if maybe we could have some private time.”

  After looking at her for a minute, I yelled over the music, “Aye, Siggy. Hand me one of them plastic spoons!” He nodded, brought me one, and then went back to macking on some bitch. Turning to Carin, I licked my lips and said, “Open ya mouth.”

  Happily, she let her jaw drop.

  “Wider for me.”

  “Anything for you,” she let out before widening her mouth.

  Taking the spoon, I went in as far as I could then scraped the very back of her tongue. When done, I lifted her jaw so she’d close her mouth then placed the spoon right under her nose.

  “You smell this? That’s how your breath smells, baby. You gotta do better. If you ever roll up on me again with ya shit smelling like old skim milk, I’m gon’ deck you like a nigga on the street.”

  “My breath does not stink, nigga!” She hopped up as people in close proximity cackled. She continued going off as she switched away, but I didn’t give a fuck. I’d given her cold hard evidence using that spoon, so she couldn’t deny the shit. Her mouth was rancid as fuck, and her ass was lucky I didn’t hit females… usually.

  “Aye, nigga. You been breathing in her mouth?” I asked Rocko, making Manny and a few others laugh.

  “Fuck you bruh.” He chuckled.

  A few more hours passed before Megyn and I decided to dip out. On the way to her spot, she reached over to unzip my jeans and started sucking me up as I drove. The shit got so good that I had to pull over, but as soon as I did, I saw Blaise calling my iPhone. Snatching that shit up from the cup holder, I answered.

  “You okay, baby?”

  “I tried.” She sobbed hysterically.

  “Tried what? What’s wrong?”

  “I’ve been trying,” she sniffled, “all night to make sweet potato waffles, and they’re not good. I’m hungry. I want them,” she whimpered.

  My heart rate calmed down a bit, and I couldn’t believe her ass called me crying over this shit.

  “Blaise, what the fuck, baby?” My head fell back as Megyn sucked me off faster, making me frown.

  “I need you to come make me some. I can’t sleep. I have to eat.”

  “Aight.” I hung up. “Aye, stop.” I nudged Megyn from my lap then put my dick away as she wiped her mouth.

  “You stopped me from sucking your dick because she called?”

  I didn’t respond as I used some hand wipes before pulling away from the curb. I wanted to get straight to Blaise, and that pissed me off. I didn’t like hearing her ass be so sad and crying, even if it was over some dumb shit like sweet potato waffles. She had me right where she fucking wanted me, and I ain’t like the shit.

  “I’ll be back down in a little bit.” I pulled over to park across the street from Blaise’s building.

  “No, you need to take me home. I’m not about—”

  “No. You can get the fuck out and walk, call a ride service, or shut the fuck up. I ain’t taking nobody home.” I hopped out, shutting the door to my Range before she could respond.

  As soon as I entered the lobby, I had Gary call Blaise so she could give him permission to let me through. I rode the elevator up, and once I got to her door, I banged on that shit.

  “Thank you!” She grinned, allowing me inside.

  After using the bathroom and washing my hands, I made Blaise’s waffles then sat at the table with her as she cut them up with a gleam in her eyes.

  “You look like a fucking crack head right now.” I laughed.

  “Really?” She touched her face.

  “I mean with how you’re eating, baby, not how you look. You know you’re fine as fuck.” I touched her soft thigh since it was next to me.

  “I hope you weren’t busy.”

  “Not really. I was just with my new bitch,” I said to see how she’d react. She claimed she didn’t give a fuck, and we were about to see.

  Her eyes searched mine for a little bit.

  “Your new bitch? Like girlfriend?”

  “Yeah. Megyn and I decided to make shit official. And I mean, since you said you for sure ain’t fucking with me, I thought why not.”

  “But I thought you only wanted a girlfriend if it was me.” I saw her small hand was choking the shit out of that fork, and it made me smirk within.

  “That was true, but it’s something about Megyn.” I leaned up, giving a closed mouth smile as if I was beyond enamored with Megyn’s annoying ass.

  “Well, does she know I’m having your baby?”

  “Yep, and she said that’s no problem. As long as I’m faithful to her from now on, we’re good.” Blaise was so cute with the slight frown in her face as she stared me down, but she ain’t slow up on eating them waffles. “Blaise!” I shouted when she rammed her fork into my leg.

  “You liar! All the stuff you’ve been telling me and now you wanna be with this bitch! I should fucking kill you!” She shot up.

  “Baby!” I was holding on her wrists because it was obvious she was trying to stab me in the neck with the fork. “I’m fucking with you. Calm yo’ psycho ass down!”

  Breathing heavily, she finally stopped tussling with me and sat back down in the chair. She resumed eating her waffles calmly, like
nothing had just transpired, as I massaged the sore spot on my leg.

  “Well thank you for the waffles, Cortez. You can go to the strip club or wherever you were headed.” She placed her plate in the sink and started out of the kitchen, but I grabbed her hand.

  ”Or I can rub on you until we fall asleep.”

  She tugged me a little bit since our hands were already locked together then led me to the bedroom. We undressed down to our undergarments, and I hugged her body from behind as we laid in bed, with me massaging her semi-flat stomach until we dozed off.

  The next morning… a little after 7 a.m.…

  I’d woken up around 6 a.m. to shower and brush my teeth, using the shit I had here at Blaise’s. I had to train at 9 a.m., so it was time for me to go. Once I was dressed in some sweats, a t-shirt, socks, and slides, I kissed Blaise goodbye. She’d told me last night that Island was with her grandmother, so I ain’t get to see baby girl, which was wack.

  When I got down to the lobby, I waved bye to Gary, but he pointed. When I followed his finger, I saw Megyn sleeping in the chair. I assumed her stupid ass would have called an Uber or some shit when she realized I wasn’t gon’ answer her calls or come back down.

  “Aye, wake up.” I squeezed her leg a few times. “You want me to drive you home?”

  Waking up, she tossed her hair and replied, “Can I just go with you?”

  “Nah, I’m going to train.”

  “After?”

  “Can’t, I’m busy.” I started out and she followed me.

  We both got into my car, and after starting my shit, I answered a few text messages as Megyn sat in silence.

  “Oh, you’re going to see Kharla.” She sucked her teeth.

  “Yeah, nosy, but that’s way later, after I train and handle some shit. So like I said, I can’t see you tonight.” I pulled off.

  “Why do you do this? You act like you wanna be with me one minute, then the next, you’re leaving me downstairs while you play house with your ex-girlfriend.”

  “Why you doing all that?” I turned my lip up, glancing her way.

  “Because I need you to pull it together if we’re going to do this.”

  “Do what?”

  “Be together, Cortez.”

  I laughed subtly.

  “We’re not together, Megyn. I fuck you occasionally, spend a little time with you, and we chill. I do the same thing with a few other bitches too. Told yo’ ass from day one that this wasn’t gon’ be some fairytale shit where we end up together and I change for yo’ ass.” I turned onto the freeway. “You ain’t no more special than Kharla, Maia, Sienna, or even Cadence. Understand that shit.”

  I listened to her sniffle lightly, but it didn’t faze me.

  “Then why does Blaise get special treatment? I mean, you stopped me from sucking your dick to go see her. Do you know how that makes me feel?”

  “You been knew I was in love with Blaise, so quit acting surprised. Blaise is gon’ always come before any other female. I don’t care what hole my dick is in at the moment. Quit this bullshit you on, Megyn, or I swear to God I’ll cut yo’ ass off. I’ll be damned if I allow a bitch I’m just fucking to stress me.”

  “So whenever she calls, you’re gonna just run?”

  “Like a slave to its master. So get familiar or quit fucking with me. It’s up to you. I don’t give a fuck either way, baby.”

  “I heard she’s been with a few, just so you know.”

  “And I still want her. I hope you feel better now that you said that dumb shit, but you can see it ain’t do a fucking thing to help yo’ case.” I exited the freeway and stopped by the curb of a shopping center. “Get out my fucking whip.”

  “What?”

  Reaching over, I yanked the latch to open the door before pushing it outward.

  “Get yo’ ass out. You can’t ride in my shit until you learn to respect my baby.” I sped off as soon as she shut the door, and a few moments later, she texted me.

  Megyn: I do have respect for Blaise, I’m sorry.

  Chuckling, I busted a bitch, then went back to get her pathetic ass. I gave it a few more weeks of me knocking that pussy down until I cut her ass off for good.

  6

  Blaise

  September 28… Birthday Girl…

  Today was my twenty-fourth birthday, and I was so excited to go to dinner with my friends and have my club bash this weekend. This morning I was going to get my hair done with Priscilla, and then the rest of the pampering would continue throughout the day.

  As I put my things into my Chanel bag I’d purchased myself as a birthday gift, my iPhone began ringing. I saw it was a FaceTime call from Belly. I answered because I was curious as to why he was calling, when he’d called me at midnight to wish me a happy birthday then showed up five minutes later with a cupcake for us to share. I hated him.

  “Yes,” I answered, unable to contain my smile at the sight of his handsome face.

  “Come down here.”

  “Fine.” I hung up, put on my Rolex, then headed downstairs. For the day, I was wearing a cute yellow dress with some Fendi stilettos.

  “Happy birthday, Miss Cansino,” Gary called out to me as I clicked through the lobby.

  “Thank you. How did you remem… ber?” My last word was snapped in half when I spotted Belly outside holding a bunch of balloons, a box, and leaning up against a deep black Mercedes AMG GLE coupe truck. I could tell it had been custom made, because of the color and the lights. “Cortez,” I whispered as I walked out of my building.

  “Happy birthday, beautiful.” He grinned, making me do the same as I neared him.

  “Cortez, what the fuck.” I covered my face, but when we got close to one another, he moved them to kiss me lightly since I had on lipstick.

  I looked all around the beautiful car, cheesing hard as ever, as he put my balloons in the trunk. The interior was red, and my initials were stitched into the headrests. When I looked into the back seat, I saw two bags from Prada and then one from Saks Fifth. Just as I turned around, there Belly was in the doorway of the driver’s side.

  “I hope you like all the shit. You better like it.” He handed me a red box which had chocolate covered strawberries inside.

  “I do. Kiss.”

  “Oh shit, I get a kiss?” He leaned down into my face to peck me. “Can I eat yo’ pussy too?”

  “Okay, that’s enough, nigga.” I chuckled.

  “So what’s the plan for tonight?”

  “Dinner, but you’re not invited.” I surveyed my beautiful new car some more. “Just kidding. You can come if you want, but it’s nothing special.”

  “It is special.” He kissed me again. “But I’ll see.”

  We chatted a little longer, and after I took some photos of my gifts for social media, I left to my hair appointment. The girl who did my hair, Phila, had some magic hands. And she did any style I wanted for free, as long as I posted a selfie and tagged her on my hair. Me posting that she did my hair got her a lot of clients, so she didn’t mind doing my head for free. I loved me some Phila, because no matter what, she would always fit me in and did my hair however, whenever.

  I arrived to Phila’s in my beautiful new car, and Priscilla came running out with her jaw on the floor.

  “You bought a new car?” she asked, eyes wide as hell as she stepped down off the curb to observe.

  “No, Mr. Khalil gave me a birthday gift.” I chuckled.

  Once she was done checking out the inside and looking at my gifts from Prada and Saks, we headed into the shop.

  “You still think he doesn’t love you?” Priscilla inquired with a smile.

  “I don’t know,” I half lied, cheesing myself. “I mean, I don’t doubt that he does, but Cortez loving me doesn’t equal him being faithful, unfortunately. And I’m sure all his other hoes think he loves them too.”

  “Surely Megyn does. The bitch got a tattoo.”

  “Happy birthday, beautiful!” Phila shouted, walking toward me as soon a
s I entered her shop. We hugged, then I embraced her assistant Emily, and Priscilla followed suit. “So just your usual or something different?”

  “Usual, with deep body waves.”

  The four of us began chatting, talking about random girl stuff. I loved Phila’s shop, and she always made sure when I got my hair done, that no one else was here. I wasn’t down for gossip talk, especially because 90 percent of the time, the women here wanted to be all up in my business. So it was nice getting my hair done with just usually Phila and I, sometimes her assistant.

  Suddenly, the bell to her shop sounded off, so Emily went to open the door. In walked Romelo, looking very suave, and carrying a gift. He walked it over to me, so I set my glass of juice to the side to open it.

  “Happy birthday, my love.” He smirked, licking his lips.

  “Thanks, Rome.”

  I ripped open the package to see he’d gotten me some diamond earrings, and though they were beautiful, I didn’t know how to feel. This was an extremely expensive gift, I could tell, and when a man spent this much on you, he expected something in return, whether it be pussy or your heart. I wasn’t ready to give Romelo either.

  “What’s wrong? Not your style?” he quizzed.

  “No, they are my style, I just… nothing. Thank you, babe.” He leaned down to kiss me, but I shied away slightly, so his lips landed on the corner of my mouth. The whole encounter was just awkward.

  He talked to me for a little bit, and when he finally left, I felt like I could breathe again.

  “Girl, you’re acting like that fine ass nigga didn’t just come in here and lace you in diamonds,” Phila said.

  “No, Romelo is sweet. I just don’t need something this expensive.”

  “Shit, give it to me.” Emily scoffed, and we all burst into laughter.

  After I got my hair done, I went to get Island so we could have lunch, hit the nail salon, go to the movies, and do some shopping.

  Later that night…

  We were currently at Maestro’s Steakhouse in Beverly Hills for my birthday dinner. In attendance were Romelo, two of Romelo’s friends, Priscilla, Rafi, some of Rafi’s friends, Alivia, my old friend Mindy, Phila, Emily, and I allowed Izzy to come. She unfortunately brought Nichole, but since she gave me a nice ass gift, I wasn’t tripping.