“Told you this was gonna be nice,” I whispered, not wanting to wake the few people sleeping.
“It is.” He looked down at me and started kissing my lips. It went from subtle to passionate before he uttered, “Let’s fuck.”
“Cortez, no. It’s too quiet and people can see.”
“They’re not even paying attention, and we got this damn blanket.” He started pulling me into his lap. “And if I catch one of these niggas looking, I’ll shoot their asses.”
Of course.
As soon as I was sitting on him, he forced my dress up roughly then moved my panties to the side from behind. I kept my eyes on the people across from us, and the ones across and down, to see if they were paying attention, as I listened to Belly remove himself from his sweats. They were all asleep, for now.
“Cortez—”
“You gotta be as quiet as possible, or we gon’ have an audience.” He kissed on the exposed parts of my back, positioning his dick at my opening. I gripped the arm rests, as he started to push inside, his thickness stretching me.
“Mmm,” I moaned unintentionally once he was all the way in.
With ease, Belly began gliding me up and down his dick. I could no longer watch the other passengers because my eyes were closed, enjoying this dick and trying not to scream.
“Fuck,” he groaned lowly, sucking on the side of my neck, while reaching around to toy with my clit. As he bounced me on his dick, he used his free hand to expose my breasts under the blanket and toy with my nipples.
“Baby, oh-oh my… gosh.” I cried as lowly as I could.
I came hard, so Belly leaned me forward some, gripped my hip with one hand, and grasped my right shoulder with the other. He began beating it up from behind, and I gripped the seat in front of me, clenching my teeth.
“Be quiet, Blaise,” he taunted me, turning my face sideways to suck my bottom lip as he pounded my pussy without a hiccup.
I leaked so heavily on him that I knew his sweats were stained. We kissed for a little bit as I grinded in his lap, before he fucked me so hard I was silent, letting out throaty moans occasionally. He covered my mouth for me and continued beating it up until we both came.
I leaned my back against his chest, out of breath, feeling my pussy throb around his pole still. He gripped my jaw, turned my face to the side, and tongued me down nastily as the train sped down the tracks.
I’d never had sex in public before, but that was the shit.
The next night… Santa Barbara
Double C all on my shit, yeah… Dolce Gabbana my bitch, yeah
As I held hands with Belly, walking through the club, I swayed a bit to “Get Dripped” by Lil’ Yachty.
The area that our upscale but rustic hotel was in, was similar to a small town. Everything was walking distance including the clubs, the beach, restaurants, and coffee shops. It was the perfect location. The people were nice too, and I’d even gotten this young white girl to take a picture of Belly and I before we entered the club.
“You posted the photo the girl just took?” I stared down at his phone now that we were at our reserved table. It was on his screen with the caption This is why a nigga been smiling and shit…
“I did.” He kissed my neck slowly.
“We’re showing out this weekend.” I giggled as he threw his arm around me to palm my hip.
“I told you a hood nigga don’t know how to act when he get something special. You got me posting you with gay ass captions and shit.”
“’Cause you love me.”
“I do.” He looked into my eyes, making me blush and smile like always. I tousled my hair to alleviate some of the nervousness.
He laughed at me, knowing exactly what I was doing, so he gripped my chin to pull me in for a kiss.
Belly started to drink a little bit, and I just had some of the free juice, but I didn’t need to be drunk to have fun. I got in his lap to dance to “Last Memory” by Takeoff. Looking over my shoulder, I could see him eyeing my ass lustfully, which made me smile and motivated me to grind against his dick a little slower.
As the song faded, he hugged me from behind, and we rocked together a little bit. I noticed a familiar face down with the club goers who weren’t in VIP.
“Is that Maia?” I quizzed. She was almost hiding but trying to keep an eye on us. We were pretty far apart, so I didn’t think she could tell that I was able to see her.
Belly stopped kissing my neck to look, then replied, “Yeah, what the fuck.”
“She must’ve been watching one of our stories and came out here.”
“Let’s hurry up and leave.”
We got up and strategically moved through the people in VIP to get down. We held hands and finally made it to the exit where we rushed out. We hurried back to our hotel, and once we were a couple blocks away, Belly scooped me up to carry me bridal style. It was so beautiful out here, and not as loud as you’d think, considering the area was lit at the moment. You could also hear the waves crashing up on the beach and the music from the club very far in the distance.
As soon as Belly and I got into our room, we burst into laughter at what had just happened. Maia was on one. I mean, I knew the dick was good, but come on, baby girl.
“Did we really dodge her like that?” I plopped down onto the bed to remove my shoes, and he joined me.
“Yeah.” It was silent as he fell back. “You not mad?”
I looked over my shoulder at him before snickering. I then straddled his body, staring down into his handsome face.
“No, I’m not mad. She’s crazy. I’m sure she and a lot of others would love to be able to disturb our union, but it’s not happening.” I unbuckled his jeans.
“Glad we’re finally on the same fucking page.”
“We are.” I took his dick into my mouth once it was exposed, and he let out a deep moan while gripping my hair.
The only thing Maia would accomplish is getting her ass handed to her. She would be beat the fuck up and still Belly-less.
Nichole
“Bitch, if Ian has any friends, please hook me up. I know you’ve met some,” Helen whined.
“I have, but they’re all married. I haven’t met the single ones, but you know I got you.”
Helen and I were sitting in the car, about to go into the club just to have a good time. I couldn’t drink, but I was ready to dance my ass off in my little ass dress. Plus, I wanted to show off my new lace-front.
“Okay. Let me just reapply my lipstick, and we can get out. We have a table per usual, so no need to worry about the line.”
I nodded, rolling my window down. While I waited for Helen to get herself together, I stared down at my phone, seeing which DMs from these niggas I wanted to reply to. In the midst of looking at this one rapper’s page who’d messaged me, I heard some heels clicking, like someone was walking toward us.
WHAM!
“Ah!” I screamed, because as soon as I popped my head up to look, Blaise had punched me from outside the car.
“What did I tell you about trying to fuck with Belly!” She gave me two blows to the face that had me hollering like a banshee.
“Hit the locks!” I hollered to Helen when I saw Blaise and her deejay friend trying to open my door.
That did nothing to keep me from getting fucked up, because Blaise just reached back through the window, snatched me up by my hair so that half of my body was sticking out, and pounded my face. I didn’t know whether to climb out or pull away as I swung back on her. I know I slapped her in the face in the midst of swinging, but that was nothing compared to her pulling up my wig and busting my nose and lip.
“Oh hell no!” Helen cranked the car up, switched gears, then hit the gas.
The car reversed out of our parking spot with the velocity of ten Usain Bolts, causing more of my expensive and fresh lace front to rip up as it yanked from Blaise’s grip. The pain I was experiencing was excruciating, and the people in the lot tuning in didn’t help.
“Wha
t did I tell you, bitch!” Blaise laughed, as I hung out the window like a drunk bitch. I could taste the blood in my mouth, feel it dripping from my nose, and my scalp was on fire. “Let me catch you again, and I’m fucking you up! This was just an appetizer, since you’re so fucking thirsty, hoe!”
I couldn’t move, but when I saw Blaise power walking to the car like she wanted more, I quickly pulled my body in and rolled the windows up. Helen got the point and sped off out of the lot.
“Bitch, what did you do with Belly?” She kept glancing between me and the road with a baffled expression. I didn’t know if it was because of how badly I got my ass whooped or if I just looked that terrible.
“Nothing. She’s mad because he wanted to fuck me when I was in Atlanta.” I sobbed.
“Maybe we can—”
“Just take me home. Take me home.”
I pulled the visor mirror down and began tending to my wig. I was at a loss for words…
This pregnancy had me so sick that I could barely do my job. I was throwing up all the fucking time, and I didn’t understand why they called it morning sickness if the shit came all damn day sometimes.
I paid my bills by doing Instagram promotions for different companies, some big and some medium. Because of my following, I got a lot of coin to simply post a photo. But these days I could barely get out of bed or stand up long enough to even put a damn dress on, let alone some makeup, heels, and then go out to find a good area. On the days that I felt normal, I would shoot three to four promos a day, just so I’d have something to post on the days I was dying in my bed.
I was initially excited about this pregnancy because whoever came out to be the father was fine with me. Both Ian and Will had money, so my child support checks would be more than lovely. A small part of me preferred Ian over Will, simply because Ian was actually my man that I had feelings for.
I was kind of praying it wasn’t Will’s, because I’d gotten word that he and Priscilla were a thing. I couldn’t stand her humdrum ass, so I surely didn’t want to have to deal with her for the rest of my life. People loved to say eighteen years, but a child didn’t disappear after eighteen, so essentially, you’d have to deal with their other parent until you or the child died.
“Nichole, don’t get up. Mama is making you some soup.” Izzy entered my bedroom. I wished she and my mother would take their asses home.
“I told her I was fucking tired of soup. I don’t have a cold, Isabella. I’m carrying a baby. Order me a pizza if you want me to be happy.” I put my earrings on.
“Okay.” She stood in my doorway. “Where are you going?”
“To see a friend.” I stared in my mirror.
Today had been okay for me, so I was able to shower, brush my teeth, and get all pretty. My body was still intact, of course, so I chose a crop top along with some jeans. I had to wear my real hair with no weaves as of late, so it was sweeping my shoulders. I had nice hair, well the length, but it was just so thin usually. However, I was noticing a slight thickness.
“What friend?”
“My child’s father.”
I was about to go see Will so I could tell him the news. I’d already come clean to Ian, and his response was as expected. He’d basically ghosted me and hadn’t contacted me or answered my calls since. It hurt my feelings, and I cried almost every night once my sister and mom went home, but I was tired of it. Right now, one of Blaise’s Destiny’s Child, I don’t need a man speeches, would do me some good, but we weren’t really close anymore. We were on our way, but of course, Belly told her I’d tried to fuck him in Atlanta, and she showed up to pulverize me. My face was still healing and sore in certain places. And I had no interest in ever wearing a lace front again.
“Can I come?” Izzy moved further into my room.
“No, you cannot come.”
“Whyyyyy! Nichole, you—”
“Izzy, stop! You’re a twenty-two-year-old girl, going on twenty-three, and you’re acting like a fucking teenager! You wonder why I don’t bring you places or acknowledge you on the Internet; it’s because you act like a fucking toddler! Grow the fuck up! It’s about time!”
I snatched my Chanel bag from my walk-in closet and then stormed past her. I hated to be mean to my little sister, but she was annoying. I often had to remind myself that she was a grown ass woman and not sixteen years old like she came off. Only thing grown about her were those provocative pictures she posted on social media, but her brain was ages behind her voluptuous body. We were two years apart, yet she seemed more like my daughter than my sibling.
“Where are you going, Nichole! You’re sick!” my mom called after me, but I ignored her and kept going.
I loved my mom; she was a great one. She could be irritating because she was overbearing, but I appreciated it, especially with being around moms like Blaise’s.
Once in my Mercedes S-Class, fully loaded, thanks to my last nigga, I floored it to Will’s studio. I was happy to see his car parked right out front. I thought of messaging or calling, but this needed to be done in person. I tried to walk right in, but it was locked. I then saw a new buzzer, so I pressed it.
A few moments later, Will came from the back, staring with his eyes squinted. As he got closer to the glass door, he made a face, obviously peeved by my presence.
“What?” He opened the door.
“Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”
“I’m busy. I’m right in the middle of editing, and I need to finish this shit before I leave town with Belly. You remember Belly, right? The nigga you tried to fuck right after I hit?”
“Look, just let me in. You’ll wanna hear this.” He stepped back to allow me inside, and when he closed the door, I added, “And stop being petty. We weren’t in a relationship. Hell, I had a boyfriend. We were fucking for business.”
“Yeah, that’s how it started, until you came to me with this take you seriously bullshit.”
“I did, but I think that umm…” I looked down at my Louis Vuitton boots, not wanting to make eye contact. “I thought that—”
“Nah, it was a ploy to get close to Belly.” He shook his head, tittering. “Anyway, what the fuck you have to say?”
“Well, I’m pregnant. Before you say anything, I’m not sure it’s yours. It’s likely, considering we never used protection, but it could be Ian’s or Belly’s.” I added that last name to fuck with him and Belly’s wack ass. Shit, Blaise was done with me anyway. They’d both know it was a lie, but the shame I’d bring them was worth it.
“Belly’s? You ain’t never fucked him.”
“I know he told you that, and I even let you believe it. But now that I know I’m pregnant, I have to be completely honest.”
“You a fucking lie.”
Shrugging, I started toward the door.
“Believe what you will, but when I have this baby, you’re going to need to take a DNA test, all three of you. And if it is yours, I want all your money.” I laughed and even laughed harder seeing the anger in his face. “I hope Priscilla is ready to be a step mommy!”
“Get the fuck out!”
“I’m already leaving, nigga.”
I switched out to my car, feeling very accomplished. I was sure Will would spill the beans to Belly for me. But just in case he didn’t, I’d be sure he found out.
A few days later…
“Okay, Nichole. Your baby is healthy, and so are you. I hope you’re excited.” My doctor walked me out.
“I am. Thank you.”
Entering the waiting room, I saw Helen. She’d been great at being a friend to me through all this. I didn’t trust her because… hell no, but it was good to have somebody on my team.
“Everything alright?” Helen inquired.
Helen was beautiful as hell, but for some reason could never get a nigga with status to claim her. She’d been fucked by plenty and given a few gifts, but nothing more. Fuck that. I needed to make sure that black card worked before you fucked me. But she had a reputation for being
a bird, so no man wanted to make her his bitch, not publicly at least.
“Yep, it is. Now can you drive me to this address.” I handed her the Post-It from my Gucci belt bag as we left the building.
After looking it over, she replied, “Isn’t this the office space that, that gossip blog uses?”
“How do you know?” I snapped my neck in her direction.
“Girl, I feed them stories all the time. How you think they found out I was fucking with that basketball player, DJ?”
“Oh shit, bitch, you sent them photos in? I had no idea!” I clutched my stomach, cackling so hard.
“I sure and the fuck did. Had him and his wife in a whirlwind.” She joined me, chuckling as we got into her car. “So what are you giving them?” She started it up and pulled off.
“A little tea on Cortez Khalil.”
“Ooh, that’s gon’ be a good one. I know they’ll pay. He’s a hot topic right now, and even more so now that he and Blaise came out as a couple finally.” She made a left turn as Siri had directed her. “I used to fuck with him a minute ago.”
“Fucked with or got fucked?”
“The latter, unfortunately.” We both snickered. “Fuck you, hoe. It was good too; had me in his DMs damn near every day trying to get another round.”
“He said no?”
“Blocked me.”
We both roared with laughter at her response, just as she pulled into the parking lot. I didn’t believe Helen for a second. If she got the chance to fuck Belly, she would have evidence; that’s just how thirsty she was. I was sure she was in his DMs, trying to fuck and got blocked.
“Well come in with me. I may need you as back up. I’m offering tea on Belly and Blaise, which should get me some nice coin.”
“I’m ready!” Helen replied excitedly as we both got out the car to head inside.
Why did people fuck with Nichole Carriage?
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