“I’m serious about you, Alivia. I don’t do this type of shit for every female.”
Rubbing his hands, which were locked against my stomach, I replied, “I know. I didn’t want to want you back, but I do.”
“Cool. We can go as slow as you need to.”
Turning to face him, I locked my arms around his neck and sucked on his lips.
“Let’s skip the dinner,” I whispered, so we started toward the bed.
Quickly undressing, I made sure to put my new earrings to the side before we laid down on the bed.
Kissing Yono’s abs, I started to stroke his dick, and once it got hard enough, I took it into my mouth.
“Alivia, shit,” he moaned, massaging my hair as I bobbed up and down on it. I’d mastered my skills with Manny, so I felt like a pro now.
Getting in my own world, I continuously sucked Yono’s dick, until it got so hard, I thought he would chip my tooth. He pulled me off, bent me over, and then got behind me to eat my pussy from the back.
“Mmm,” I whimpered, biting down on the pillow as he feverishly sucked my clit, palming the backs of my thighs.
I came back to back, and Yono licked me clean before getting a condom from the drawer nearby. Pushing inside of me, he gripped my shoulders and started pounding me hard from the back.
I never thought in a million years I would love something like this, but it felt like heaven. As I released on him, he didn’t stop; he just kept hammering me so hard our skin clapped together repeatedly.
“Oh fuck, Alivia,” Yono growled, grasping my hips tightly and going even faster until he released so violently that he collapsed onto me.
We laid there for a moment, then got up to take a bath together. He went upstairs to talk with Kip for a minute then came back to get in the bed with me where we fell asleep.
Some odd hours later… Around 3 a.m.…
I woke up feeling sick as fuck, so I hopped out of the bed and rushed to throw up in the toilet. This had been happening for the past three nights, and I was starting to worry.
At first, I assumed it was the food I ate, but I would be fine all day until around this time, when I’d need to vomit. Not wanting to face what could be, I rinsed my mouth and then went back to get in the bed with Yono.
Just 48 hours later… Minnesota…
“Hello, this is Jillian.”
“Hi, Jillian. Is there a way I can see a doctor?” I asked Yono’s tour manager.
“Sure, Alivia. Is something wrong?”
“I just have a bad cold. I’m not like everyone else who waits it out. I always go to the doctor.”
“I’m the same way. I will send our doctor up to you in a little bit, okay?”
“Oh wow, you have a doctor?”
“Yes. He comes on the tour to make sure Yono is in good health at all times. He gets paid a nice fee, so he’s fine with it.”
“I bet, but okay. Thank you.”
I hung up the phone and went to take a hot bath. Once I was out and in my robe, I heard someone knocking. I peered out of the peephole to see an old Black man with salt and pepper colored hair.
“Who is it?”
“Dr. Terry. I was sent by Jillian. I’m looking for Alivia Farms.”
“Sorry, I had to be sure.” I opened the door, waving him in.
“Good afternoon, Miss Farms. Jillian—”
“Hey, so before we start, all information stays between us, right?” I stared into his eyes after shutting the hotel room door.
“It does.”
“Okay, I want to make this quick. I think I’m pregnant, but I want to be sure. If I’m not, I need you tell me why I’m so sick.”
“Alright.” He placed his black bag down on the desk and reached inside. “If you could pee in this cup, please.”
Taking it, I did as he asked and then returned it to him with the cap on. He took out some other utensils, but I was on edge, so I went to look out the window of my hotel room.
I couldn’t be pregnant. This would ruin my entire life; my career, my relationship with Yono, and what little relationship I had left with my parents. I would have no other option but to get an abortion. I’d be stupid to keep it.
“How much longer?” I turned to face Dr. Terry, anxious. It’d been forty-five minutes it seemed, even though according to the clock, just five minutes had passed.
“Just a second, Miss Farms. Why don’t you sit down and relax?”
I did just that, but couldn’t stop my leg from bouncing. That only lasted a few minutes before I sprung up.
“You know what, I’m going to make myself a drink.” I grabbed the bottle of vodka sitting out.
“You may not want to do that, Miss Farms.”
Belly
“Why do you have to go?” Blaise sat up in the bed.
“Because I’m getting paid to go. You know I gotta keep the money coming in at all times.” I pulled my Balenciaga hat down before pocketing my keys and wallet.
“I don’t want you to go. I don’t feel well.”
“Quit lying, Blaise.” I laughed, going over to lean down into her face before kissing her lips. “Just take yo’ ass to sleep, and when you wake up, I’ll be here. If you want, I can slide my dick in yo’ mouth as a wakeup call.” I spoke right against her mouth as she chuckled. And since she was holding my face, we started to kiss nastily.
“Stay,” she whispered in between kisses, reaching for my belt buckle.
“I can’t. I signed a contract.” I moved her hands from my jeans and stood up straight.
“I don’t want you at the club with all your friends and a bunch of hoes.”
“Ain’t shit gon’ happen.”
“You don’t know that. You’ll be around all those bitches, and you won’t think about your fat baby mama waiting for you.”
When I burst into laughter, Blaise’s jaw dropped damn near to the fucking floor.
“You ain’t no fat baby mama.” I kissed her neck. “You’re my sexy ass, pregnant fiancée.” After pecking her, I said, “I’m gon’ be good no matter how many females are in that muthafucka.”
“I just hate that I can’t be there, because I know they’re going to be pressing you for some dick.”
“If they do, I’ll just let ’em suck on the tip for a little bit so they can leave me alone, aight?” I walked away from her and to my dresser.
“Cortez, what the fuck!” she screeched as I chortled.
“I’m fucking with you.” I spritzed on my cologne.
“No you’re not.” She folded her arms so that they were resting on her belly.
“I am. You know most of these females got them big fake ass Chiclet gum teeth in their mouth. I ain’t risking my dick getting bit off or scraped for no bitch.” It was quiet as she glared at me, then I remembered what I’d forgot to fucking say. “Plus, I love you and don’t wanna cheat.” I grinned.
“Goodbye. I’ll be smelling your dick when you get back.”
“You better lick it too. I don’t pull my shit out unless it’s going in a hole in ya body.”
“I’m not licking shit!” She laid down, fluffing her pillow. “You’re just gonna put it back up when I’m done because I’m not sleeping with you either.”
“Then I’m fucking you in yo’ ear, so think about that shit before you do it.”
Without another word, I left the bedroom and went down the hall to check on Island. She was knocked out with her sippy cup on the floor like a drunk. She made sleeping look like the best shit in the world.
Snickering, I went to pick it up and then kissed her cheek gently before covering her back up with the comforter of her bed.
“Mmm,” she cooed, turning over some. She was beautiful.
“Yeah, yo’ daddy is a little bitch, but give his hoe ass a chance for ya mama, aight?” I rubbed her hair back. “I’ll beat his ass whenever you need me to.”
After watching her snooze for a little longer, I cut on her night light, made sure the camera in here was intact
, and then took her sippy cup downstairs to the kitchen before bouncing.
Richard Mille cost a Lambo… Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando…
As the hostesses brought the homies and I a variety of bottles, the bitches in our area shook their asses to “Going Bad” by Meek Mill. There had to be about twenty of them, thanks to these niggas, but I wasn’t tripping. If I even had the urge to smash one of these hoes, I just thought back to the time Blaise wasn’t fucking with me. None of these females were worth what I already had, and I was just happy I learned that shit sooner than later.
“I’ve never seen so many bad females.” Siggy shook his head. “But I’m trying to get like you and chill.”
“Fuck that shit. I’m fucking on whomever I want!” Manny shouted, holding the neck of a champagne bottle.
I frowned and chuckled because he looked dumb as fuck. Hurt niggas never realized how obvious it was when a female had them bothered as fuck. I guess seeing Alivia living it up and shit with Yono had him crying when he got by himself, and it was more than apparent.
“Nigga, sit yo’ stupid ass down. Get you some pussy in silence.” I yanked his shirt, making his tipsy ass fall onto the couch. He pulled some bitch with him.
Looking at me as she sat in Manny’s lap, the female said, “My homegirl really wants to meet you. She likes you.”
“Well I don’t like her ass, so it’s no point in us meeting.”
“How do you know?”
“Does she look anything like you? ’Cause you funny looking as fuck.”
“Funny looking? Nigga, where? And your brother likes it clearly.”
“Bitch, he’s drunk as fuck. He couldn’t point you out in a line up come sunrise. Thought the club had a fucking rodent infestation when you fell in his lap.”
“While you talking shit, nigga, your girl isn’t even all—”
“Watch yo’ mouth, aight?” I gripped her jaw tightly, and she nodded, eyes wide. “Now get the fuck up out of my area and take yo’ homegirl Ratatouille with you.”
When I let her go, she hopped up from Manny’s lap, who was now passed out, and grabbed ahold of her friend.
For the next forty-five minutes, it was chill, and the remaining females weren’t being thirsty at all. A few gave me looks and waves to see if I would bite, but I just continued to smoke and sip my Hennessy.
“Aye, is that who I think it is?” Cole tapped me and pointed to the entrance of our VIP section. I saw a light-skinned female in a dress that looked painted on. Her reddish-brown hair was wild and curly, letting me know exactly who it was: Tiana Strauss, Mason’s wife. I remember back when he got her fine ass, niggas couldn’t believe it because Mason wasn’t the best looking muthafucka with his giant ass.
She laughed and hugged the bouncer to our area before he stepped aside to allow her in. Instantly, her eyes landed on me as she started over.
“Tiana.” She reached her hand over the glass table as she sat on the couch across from me, next to two bitches high on coke.
“I know who you are.” I took a toke on the blunt, ignoring her hand.
“Of course you do.”
“Fuck you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with yo’ nigga? He’s in a coma.”
“He woke up, honey, and he’ll be home in a week and a half. Don’t you watch the news? I’m out celebrating with my friends, but I saw you up here, so I wanted to come say hi.”
Her saying Mason was awake had me feeling excited inside. I couldn’t wait to get at his ass about shooting me now that our fight was over with.
“Why the fuck you wanna say hi to me? How does yo’ nigga feel about that?”
“Trust me, he has bigger fish to fry. And he doesn’t have room to tell me anything when he’s sending your woman expensive gifts behind my back. I know it was to mess with you, but he would’ve fucked her if she called. I know him.” Tiana got up and came around the table, giving Cole a look, so he stood up and sat where she was prior. “Congrats on being a champion, the ultimate one. You’re the man who beat the man.”
“I am.”
“Y’all should take a photo together.” Will joined us after talking to some random bitch for the last hour. I knew why he’d suggested a photo, and I was happy he did.
“We should.” I smirked.
Will pulled a smaller camera out of his pocket and snapped a few photos of us. He then sat down in between Ozzy and Siggy to begin transferring them to his phone via the club’s Wi-Fi.
“Well, it was nice meeting you up close, Mr. Khalil. You are very handsome.” Tiana eyed me lustfully, licking her lips. Leaning in, she whispered, “I’ve heard things about your bedroom skills.”
“Oh word?”
“Word.” She grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen from her small ass purse. “And since I’m used to bedding the ultimate champ, why don’t you make me a believer?” She handed me the napkin with her address and phone number. “Before he comes home.”
The old me would’ve fucked Strauss’ bitch just for shits and giggles, and she was pretty as fuck too. Not on no Blaise type perfection beautiful, but she’d do.
Females like Tiana Strauss made me feel thankful as fuck that I had a woman like Blaise. She would never do no shit like this to me, especially while I was laid up, immobile.
“Champs ain’t into loser ass pussy. I got some good shit back at the crib waiting on me. Go find one of these other sucker ass niggas to break yo’ skeezer ass off.” Before she got up since she was pissed, I grabbed her arm and leaned into her ear. “And you better hope I don’t find out you helped yo’ nigga with getting me shot, ’cause if so, I plan to push yo’ shit back right along with his.”
Yanking from me, Tiana left, and once she did, the festivities continued with no issues. I made sure to post the photo of us on my story with the caption, You niggas’ bitches be my biggest fans.
Around 1 a.m.…
After shutting the front door, I put the house alarm on then crept up the stairs. I entered the bedroom and noticed one candle was lit that had the room smelling like cinnamon pancakes. The light from the bathroom pulled my attention away, and I spotted Blaise in the doorway of it.
“Baby,” was all I muttered as I took her in.
She was wearing some thin lace panties and some sort of see through bra shit that was like a very short dress with a split in the middle, exposing her belly. This woman was beautiful as fuck.
“Did you miss me?” She glided out of the bathroom, and my eyes wandered over her thick thighs, up her sexy frame, and right to her nipples poking through the thin, clear material.
“Yeah.” I sat down on the bed slowly as she neared me.
“You like what you see?” She straddled my lap, hitting me with her sweet-smelling lotion.
“I ain’t never seen a pregnant female I wanted to fuck the shit out of, so hell yeah,” I whispered before she smiled gently and kissed me. I was dead ass serious too.
Getting her lips close to mine, she replied lowly, “Then fuck me, champ.”
You ain’t have to tell a nigga like me twice.
Nichole
“And we haven’t talked since!” I exclaimed as Mindy doubled over in laughter. I’d just explained to her how crazy ass Blaise had come over my house and tried to kill me.
“I mean, what do you expect, Nichole? You were trying to fuck her man. I don’t get why.”
“What do you mean you don’t get why? Have you seen him? Have you also seen how dizzy he has bitches?”
“Yes. And I admit I thought about trying to sit on it before I met my man, but that was also before he and Blaise got together. Once they became a thing, I wasn’t even worried about him. You should’ve been on the same tip.”
“I wasn’t. Shit, I had eyes on him first. But now I’m not worried about him. I just want my friend back.”
“She sliced your ass across the back. I doubt she’ll be your buddy.”
“But y’all are friends, so whenever you two hang out, just put in a good w
ord for me here and there.”
“I will see what I can do.” Mindy sipped her smoothie.
I ate some of my Acaí bowl then said, “So did you look into the Jessica Mae girl? You find anything?”
I knew what Ian told me, but something wouldn’t let me accept it. I’d been in the game for far too long not to recognize a cheating nigga when I saw one. Fool’s Paradise had been my mental home lately, but I wanted to know if this bitch was fucking with my man so I could get rid of her ass.
“Well I know her cousin, not like we’re close, but I know her. I asked her just during casual conversation if Jessica was fucking anybody, and she said Ian. He gave her a watch, and it kind of looks like the one you have on.”
My heart felt like it’d stopped for a moment, especially because the Richard Mille watch on my wrist was over $150,000. How important was this hoe?
“W-where did you see this?”
“On her page. But Nichole, you don’t need to be in all this. You’re about to have this baby soon. You can’t be stressing.”
“I’m fine, Mindy.” I stirred my Acaí bowl aimlessly, wondering how I’d gotten on the other side of the train tracks. I used to be the Jessica Mae. Karma was surely a bitch.
“Okay. Don’t harm your baby over a nigga.”
Mindy and I finished up our smoothies and bowls, then went to do a little shopping. I was sure to be frivolous with Ian’s credit card because I was pissed with him. When I had so many bags that Mindy had to help me carry them, we decided to call it a day. It was almost 7 p.m. anyway, and most of the places on Rodeo were closing up shop.
I made my way home and backed my new Range Rover into the driveway. Shutting the engine off, I pulled my phone from my purse to text Ian.
Me: Are you coming over tonight?
Ian: I was thinking you could spend the night with me. I have my chef here, and he can make us dinner. Anything you want Mrs. Bradshaw.
Me: Okay. Barbecue pulled pork sandwiches.
Ian: You got it. Come ASAP.
I rolled my eyes at him before putting my phone into my purse.
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