Don't Come Looking for Love 2: Kenjay's Takeover

by Natavia

  There was a knock on the door and I looked through the peephole with my gun behind my back. I hated living like this. A nigga couldn’t even answer his door peacefully. I opened it up and Sameer walked in with a black eye.

  “Yo, you still letting these bitches fight on you? I keep telling you to stop touching Lo-Lo’s fried chicken breast! She almost fucked you up last time! Latavia, get your ass out here!” I called out to her.

  “What the hell do you want? I’m trying to find us a bigger home!” she spat with her silk scarf tied around her head and her pajama set on.

  “Call Lo-Lo’s stupid ass! I keep telling her to stop touching my fucking cousin!” I told her.

  Sameer had a disturbed look on his face. “Fuck is going on?” I asked him.

  “My son by Narshae isn’t mines! He belongs to Jameer! That nigga is living foul! My own fucking brother betrayed me! I checked the mailbox and this bitch came running to the mailbox behind me. I asked her ass what the fuck she was hiding! She wouldn’t tell me! She thinks she is slick because I haven’t really been home and she figured I wouldn’t check the mailbox. So, I pulled my gun out on her! I was about to kill her ass! I thought maybe she was writing her ex-nigga who is locked up. But then she finally hands me the envelope, it was a child support letter! This bitch is putting Jameer on child support!” he said going to the bar. He guzzled my Henny from the bottle.

  “I went to that nigga crib then he and I got into it! I stabbed him! I stabbed his bitch ass a few times in the arm. He will live!” he said.

  “Don’t twins have the same DNA? How can they tell that he is the father?” I asked.

  “That’s the same shit I said, but check this out! I never fucked Narshae raw! Only broads I have ever smashed raw are Daytona and Lo-Lo! But anyway, when Narshae told me she was pregnant, I thought maybe the condom broke. She broke down telling me that Jameer fucked her raw! Not only that, my son was born two months early! I thought he was premature but now when I think about it, I know I’m not the father! The month Jameer fucked Narshae, I wasn’t smashing her! She and I was beefing because she found out I was still fucking Daytona! She had to be about two months already when I started fucking her again! She was trying to get money from me and my brother! She’s money hungry!” he said. I still could not believe Narshae and Daytona hung together.

  “Are you still fucking Daytona?” I asked Sameer.

  “Fuck no! She is scared of Narshae! She will help Narshae fight bitches over me but she will not let me fuck her anymore! Narshae puts fear in her heart! She is so scared of her she teamed up with her, so she wouldn’t be on her bad side! But, I’m still banging Narshae’s sister Somalia, though!” he said then chuckled.

  “You wild!” I told him.

  “I was with Somalia first!” he said.

  Latavia came in the kitchen to be nosey. “I had high hopes for Jameer! I thought he was a good nigga! That nigga isn’t shit! Kenjay, you better not be having any babies out here! I swear you better not!” Latavia said then she started cursing me out.

  “Shorty, chill the hell out! You already know that you are the only woman who is getting this sperm!” I told her then she blushed.

  “I better be! Speaking of sperm, I want you to touch me on the inside part and say my name!” she said laughing.

  “That’s my type of girl! You are not so bad after all!” Sameer said to her.

  “What, nigga?” I asked him then he started laughing. “Shit isn’t funny! They say twins are alike! You are not trying to fuck my shorty, are you? Neither one of y’all niggas eating my shorty food anymore! Y’all might be trying to get her!” I told him.

  “Nigga, shut up! She isn’t all that! Plus, I like my girls a little thicker than her! Then she is crazy on top of that! Nigga, you can have that! Lo-Lo isn’t fucking with me! She told me that she is seeing another nigga!” he said taking a shot.

  “Who is Lo-Lo fucking with, Latavia?” Sameer asked her.

  “I don’t know and I wouldn’t tell your hoe ass! She just ought to fuck with other niggas!” Latavia told him.

  “Chill out, girl! Don’t tell that nigga that! Can’t you see he is going through something?” I said, pouring a shot for him and me.

  “Go in the room while he and I talk!” I told her.

  “Sameer, if I was you, I would call O’Shea for some advice! Don’t you listen to Kenjay! I’m telling you right now because Lo-Lo is my cousin and I like Jameer! I don’t want you doing something to them!” Latavia said.

  “Take your ass somewhere, shorty! What the hell is wrong with you? Mind your business!” I grilled her. She kissed me on the lips.

  “I’m horny Kenjay!” she said. Sameer smiled.

  “Cut that freaky shit out, Latavia! Sameer, what I tell you about that? Next time she says something, cover your ears! I don’t trust you or Jameer!” I told him.

  Latavia laughed, walking down the hall.

  “What’s up, nigga? Talk to me while I’m in a good mood!” I told him having a drink.

  “I’m feeling Lo-Lo a little bit too much! I mean, I’m really feeling her!” he said. I coughed because the liquor went down the wrong way. Sameer was trying to tell me he was in love with Lo-Lo.

  “HELL NAW! Nigga, I thought you was going to tell me about Narshae’s alligator-face ass! You haven’t even been kicking it with Lo-Lo long!” I told him.

  “I don’t care! I haven’t even been home like that! I was getting Narshae to drop my son off at my mama’s just so I wouldn’t see her! Lo-Lo crazy ass got a nigga gone! Lo-Lo asked me for four hundred dollars the other day! Guess what I did? I waited for the nigga she fucks with to get off from work then robbed his ass! I gave Lo-Lo the money that was in his pockets! Who the fuck does she think I am?” he asked me then I gave him dap.

  “My nigga! That’s how you are supposed to do it!” I told him.

  “See, that is just wrong! I told you to call O’Shea!” Latavia said being nosey. I didn’t hear her come back into the kitchen. She grabbed a banana then slid it down her throat while Sameer had his head down looking at his phone. She stuck her hand inside of her pajama pants then tasted herself. My dick stood straight up. Sameer popped his head up. She turned around and started cutting the banana up for her ice cream.

  “Y’all want some?” she asked.

  “Naw, I’m good! I like how Lo-Lo makes her sundaes!” Sameer said.

  “I want some! Let me put that banana in that split and pop that cherry! Can I squirt my sprinkles on top when I’m done?” I asked licking my lips.

  “Y’all motherfuckers are in heat! Latavia, you nasty as fuck, too, asking me if I want some ice cream after your hands just been in your pants! I’m out of here! I’m going to go and holla at Somalia’s retarded ass! I need to blow some of this steam off!” he said getting up.

  “So, you are not going to kick it with your big cousin?” I asked him laughing.

  “Naw, y’all doing too much over here! Your girl is too damn freaky and that shit she is doing isn’t sanitary!” he said walking to the door.

  “Latavia, when you talk to Lo-Lo tell her I said she can have her fun for now! I’m going to give some space, but tell her she got a week to get that nigga out of her system. I don’t take it too kindly when niggas be sampling my goods! She about to have a death on her hands!” he said leaving out.

  “Why is your family crazy? I mean they are really off!” Latavia said eating her ice cream. I stood up, walking to her. I placed her hand on my dick.

  “Shorty, what are you about to do with this banana? I’m getting jealous!” I said to her.

  “Meet me in the bedroom, baby! I want you spread out with that pole sticking straight up! I’m about to be like a stripper and twirl around it!” she said, kissing me in the mouth. I grabbed her ass and a moan escaped her lips. She sat the bowl down. “I need it now!” I said pulling down her pants. She didn’t have any panties on. I turned her around then ran my fingers between her wet slit.

  “Come on, ba
by!” she said wiggling her ass, holding onto the counter top.

  I slid my baller shorts down freeing myself. I rubbed between her slit again and she got wetter. I guided myself into her and her tight walls lured me in, squeezing me. Her pussy contracted around my dick as her thick nectar started creaming on it.

  “FUCK!” I growled as her walls choked my dick with so much pressure, I almost bust early. I spread her ass cheeks further apart as I watched my dick go in and out of her, coated in her cream. I pulled out then tasted her.

  She reached back grabbing my head, throwing her ass back into my face. She ground against my tongue, as I sucked her swollen bud from the back. I spread her lips blowing on her pussy, watching her clit jump. I popped it back into my mouth.

  “You nasty, yellow fucker! Put your finger in my ass, baby!” she whined. I licked my middle finger then slid it into her ass then she screamed as she came on my tongue. Her legs shook then I stood up, sliding back into her again.

  “Pound it! OOOHHHH GODDDDD! Pound this nasty, wet sloppy shit! You feel that, baby? Yesssssssss!” she moaned, throwing her ass back into me as I grind into her spot.

  “SLAP MY ASS!” she screamed. I brought my hand down on it.

  “SLAP THAT SHIT HARDER!” she yelped. I slapped it harder, leaving my handprint.

  “Go harder!” she screamed as I slammed into her.

  “HARDER!” she screamed out again. As I went harder she screamed and cried like she always did. As I fucked her roughly, I could feel her contracting then she got wetter. She was about to come again.

  I slapped her ass. “You better not come yet!” I told her. She moaned.

  “I can’t hold it in! I feel it in my stomach! This shit is stretching me open!” she cried.

  I smacked her ass. “I told you hold that shit in!” I said as my dick throbbed then her walls clamped around me, squeezing me tightly, coming on my dick. I bit my bottom lip. This was how she trapped me inside of her. I couldn’t move my dick! She got me stuck as she came on my dick. My breathing sped up and I got dizzy as I bust the biggest nut.

  “Damn, I’m ready for round two!” she said, taking her shirt off. She took her bra off and her titties popped out. I lifted her up, setting her on the countertop. I took her nipple into my mouth then she wrapped her legs around my waist.

  The next day, I headed to my restaurant. I changed the name to Tammy’s. My other one downtown by the dock was closed because I was remodeling it. I was adding a small dance floor to it and a patio, so people could eat and enjoy the waterfront. Geraldine came out the kitchen with an apron on.

  “Why didn’t you come home last night?” she asked me. I laughed at her.

  “Keep on, Geraldine! You are too old for this young stallion! What are you going to do if I let this horse out of the stable?” I asked her. She was always flirting with me and even did it around Latavia. But Latavia found it humorous.

  “I’m going to ride it! Geraldine might teach you some things!” she said, dropping it low then blew me a kiss. One of the waitresses grilled Geraldine.

  “Fix your face, Rionna! What the hell your ugly ass looking at me like that for? Don’t think I didn’t notice you dig up your nose and eat it, either! You nasty heifer!” she fussed at her.

  “That’s not true! My nose was itching!” she replied.

  “Well, I guess your mouth was too because after you scratched your nose you scratched your tongue! The devil is a liar and the truth ain’t in you!” Geraldine told her.

  “I will fuck you up!” Rionna said to Geraldine.

  “Bitch, try me! Come on now, bitch! You ashy-skin bitch!” Geraldine said charging towards her. I pulled her back.

  “Take this ghetto shit outside and down the street! See, this is why black folks can’t have shit because of shit like this!” I told them.

  “Well, nigga, you need to run a Chinese restaurant or something because this shit isn’t for you!” Rionna said to me.

  “No, this bitch didn’t just get slick with my baby daddy!” Geraldine said balling her fist up.

  “Cut that shit out and keep your ass still!” I told Geraldine.

  “UMPH, you are in charge, daddy!” Geraldine said, blowing me a kiss.

  “Rionna, get your ass out of here! Take your ass home and perm your damn hair! Walking up in here looking like twelve years of slavery! You are fired!” I said to her.

  “Well, you was hitting it!” she spat.

  “I was sixteen and that was only once! I haven’t been back in it since! Your pussy hair was like wool!” I told her.

  She sucked her teeth. “Dick wasn’t all of that anyway!” she said walking out.

  I chuckled then Leodonis walked in.

  “Nigga, what the fuck is you doing in here?” I asked him then he smirked.

  “Nice spot! Real nice! Hustler’s ambition! I like that!” he said looking around.

  “I love the smell of fried chicken! It reminds me off my wife cooking on Sundays! You don’t know what you’re missing! Perhaps, you should come over and meet her,” Leodonis said to me.

  “Damn! That’s your daddy? OOOOO WEEEEEE! I don’t like cream but honey you can play on my team!” Geraldine said to him, licking her lips.

  “Stop being hot in your ass!” I told her.

  “Nigga, fuck you! You ain’t cute, nigga, with your funny-looking ass! Now, this man right here! LAWD, praise Jesus because he died for our sins!” she said getting on her knees then started praying.

  “I thank you Father, Jesus, Moses, and Al Sharpton for sending this exotic criminal into my life. I would cherish him and wait on him hand and foot! I would feed him grapes, lawd! I would rub his back, lawd! I would floss his teeth, lawd! I will dump Kenjay and leave him with his crazy-ass heifer! I don’t want her to kill me, lawd! May the choir say Amen and bless the children!” she said then wiped sweat off her forehead.

  “So, you going to leave me like that?” I asked her laughing.

  “Nigga, I don’t know you! Keep on playing with me, Kenjay, and watch what I do to you! I’m old enough to be your mama boy!” she said winking at Leodonis.

  “Take your ass back in the kitchen! Grown folks are talking!” I said to her.

  “It’s all good, boo! You still that nigga even if you don’t get no bigger! Call me!” she said to Leodonis, switching into the kitchen. He looked at her ass then grinned.

  “Not bad but my wife’s ass is bigger!” he said smirking.

  “You don’t know shit about ass, nigga!” I said smirking.

  “You will see! Wait till you meet my wife! She looks like she is only thirty!” he said rubbing his goatee.

  “What do you want?” I asked him. I sat down and he sat down across from me.

  “Your uncle, Javier, killed my younger brother! I know he had something to do with it. They found him dead in his island home with his throat slit! All he needs is to take you and me out next!” he said.

  “What is your brother’s name?” I asked him.

  “Juan. He reminds me of you. Very bull-headed and talks a lot of shit! I’m going to miss him!” he said sadly.

  “Where is Javier?” I asked him.

  “I don’t know! He knows how I operate and he is using that to his advantage! Your connect is cut off!” he told me.

  “What the fuck is you talking about now?” I asked him.

  “Your connect was friends with Javier and I didn’t trust it. I’m not saying that he was in on it, but you have to be safe!” he replied.

  “Nigga, I don’t know you!” I told him.

  “I’m trying to save your fucking life! I didn’t know I had a son but now I know! You are the only son I have! I have no other children! It is my right to see that you are safe and I don’t give a damn what you say! Stay off the streets until further notice! This is my beef and I’m going to take care of it!” he spat.

  “You can’t stop me from copping shit from my connect!” I told him.

  “Your connect is floating somewhere in a river
! This is serious and, like I told you, you will stay off of the streets until I handle this shit! Focus on that pretty woman of yours or open more spots like this one. If I find out that you are copping again, they are going to end up dead! My reach is very far!” he said to me.

  “What the fuck? Nigga, you are fucking up my money!” I told him, wanting to kill him.

  “The prince follows as the king leads! Do what I say and stay your ass out of trouble!” he said.

  I smirked. “Nigga, you don’t scare me!” I replied.

  “Good! A scared man is a dead man! Think smart hijo!” he said calling me “son” in Spanish.

  “How did you find out Javier isn’t my pops?” I asked him.

  “I had my suspicions of Javier and his plans for when he came home. Before he got locked up, he and I had a beef over some territory he thought was his. I had his mother’s phone tapped over the past few months because I knew he was coming home. I wanted to see what he was up to. They always talked about you being my son. I know more than what you think I know. Everyone that Javier kept in touch with had their phones tapped. My stepson is very creative!” he said laughing.