When A Hood Legend Claims It All 3

by Belleza

  “You happy now?” she questioned me. “Nobody is here, but it doesn’t give you the right to come over once you’re done playing house. I’m not coming second to nobody.”

  She went to go walk off and I glared at her. “So, you expect me to turn my back on my son?”

  Amena turned around so fast, shooting daggers my way. “No one asked you to turn your back on your child, Wesley. The baby isn’t here yet and you’re acting different as fuck. I can only imagine how things will be when he actually gets here.”

  “Regardless if he’s here or not, his mother needs me.”

  She didn’t like my response. The line between her eyebrows deepened. “Well, why the fuck are you here? Go back to her, Wes.”

  “I’m here because I need to spend time with you. I miss you, Meen Bean,” I told her closing in the space between us and taking her into my arms. Her lips was tight as I placed pecks on it until her body finally softened up and she finally gave in.

  “You sure don’t act like it. You don’t even call me anymore, Wesley. You went from sleeping in my bed every night to me wondering if you’re in hers now that you’re barely in mine. ”

  “I told you I’ve been busy, but I promise you I’m going to make everything right once the baby gets here.”

  She took a step out of my arms and glared at me all over again. It felt like no matter what I did it didn’t make her happy.

  “That's like another month or so. How much patience and understanding do you think I have to offer you and her?”

  “What else do you want from me. I’m communicating with you on what I need from you and you’re bitching,” I snapped.

  “I apologize for wanting more but you can’t ask me to accept this shit that you got going on. It feels like you’re in a relationship with her rather than me. I want to be with you regardless of how my brother or Kesha will feel. You’re not the only one that will have a rift with someone in your life over something we both said we wanted. What’s it going to be?”

  Dragging my hand down my face, I tried to keep calm. I didn’t like feeling as if my back was against the wall.

  “There’s nothing to choose. I’m not with Kesha. I want to be with you, but that’s only until I know Kesha and I are in a good place. She can’t be stressing while she’s carrying my son.”

  Amena peered at me with glossy eyes shaking her head. I knew it hurt her to hear that, but I didn’t think the shit was right to hurt Kesha while she was pregnant.

  “Well… I can’t do this anymore.”

  I stared at Amena for a few seconds later and picked up my gun and headed towards the door. Closing it shut behind me, I got back in my car feeling salty that she just gave up on me like that. Fuck it though, I wasn’t about to beg.

  I ended up driving back to Kesha’s place. Using my spare key, I entered her home and she was right where I left her curled up on her couch with her hand on her stomach.

  “I thought you were going to be gone for a couple of days?”

  The gleam in her eyes was bright enough for me to forget the argument I had with Amena. My pop warned me about this shit. I don’t know why I didn’t listen to him.

  “Shit, if you don’t want me here, I’ll go.”

  “No! Stay please. I like having my baby daddy around.”

  Walking towards her I placed my keys and gun on the console, and she moved over so I could sit down with her.

  “You don’t look too happy to be back.”

  “Just going through some things.”

  “Like?”

  I only looked at her. There was no way I was telling Kesha about the incident with Amena. She’ll go crazy even thinking there was another woman involved.

  “Nothing I can’t handle.”

  She fell quiet before moving off the couch and on her knees between my legs.

  “I remember when we were together, and shit weighed heavy on your mind that a dick suck always helped eased the tension.”

  As she spoke, she unbuttoned my pants and freed my dick stroking it with her delicate hand. It’s been forever since we both had any sexual contact. I refrained from it only because I knew it would hurt Amena to the core if I was doing anything with Kesha, but shit, we weren’t fucking with each other at all now. Stretching my legs out, I watched as Kesha did her thing. We’ve been together for so long; I knew she wasn’t going to disappoint.

  She had my dick in her mouth and working me until I exploded in no time. I expected her to complain because I nutted in her mouth. Instead of bitching, she swallowed and got up and left the living room returning with a washcloth. She wiped me off, took the washcloth back upstairs and returned carefully laying her body on me.

  Now that I bust my nut, I was feeling a little awkward about allowing her to do that shit. It only blurred the lines between us. She must’ve felt I was tense, so she looked up at me.

  “It’s okay, Wesley. You can show me some affection. I know we aren’t together, but I just sucked the shit out of your dick. You can at least hold me.”

  “As good as it was, I shouldn’t have let it happen. That shit just gonna complicate things.”

  “It won’t because it’s something I wanted to do. I know we’re just parents, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to please you.”

  Kesha snuggled against my body and lifted the remote to change the channel. I heard her loud and clear, I just hope she stuck to her words. We were kicking it heavy and all this time it was easier to convince myself it was just about the baby since I never really touched her. Time would tell if things could truly stay this way.

  Amena

  Oh, I broke another heart today

  Oh, and I didn't care I just walked away

  'Cause they think I love 'em

  But I love 'em all, love 'em all ye-yeah

  I need another one to get over the other one

  Another one, ye-yeah

  'Cause they think I love 'em

  But I love 'em all, love 'em all ye-yeah

  I need another one to get over the other one

  Another one, ye-yeah

  They all wait for my call

  They all want me to fall

  All these men, they're a mess

  Want me like the rest

  I'm continuing not giving my best

  With my radio blasting, I went through the pictures in my phone, selecting every picture of Wesley to delete. My heart was heavy, but my sanity was worth more than settling for anything less than what I deserved.

  Before, I was crying, but now I was just angry knowing all this time I did everything on his terms. Of course, I was concerned about Amare and how he felt but I wasn’t allowing that to stop me from pursuing our relationship a hundred percent You couldn’t help who you loved and that was Wesley.

  Tapping on delete, I erased the pictures of him and placed his phone on the block list before I deleted his contact as well.

  It was childish but it was also therapeutic to get rid of anything that may cause me to get back in my feelings when it came to Wesley.

  There was a knock on my door, and Jill barged in with a frown on her face.

  “Are you alright?”

  “I’m fine. What’s up?”

  “Ms. Betty is here for her appointment.”

  Disconnecting my phone from my Bluetooth, I opened my desk to retrieve her file. Ms. Betty hit the mega million and hired me to keep track of finances. She didn’t trust any of her family members to help her out, but she easily wrote checks for the church she frequented damn near every day. The way she was making withdrawals for them had me believing they were only using her for her money telling her the lord placed her in their life for a reason. Especially since she was so into her church, I don’t think anyone could make her feel any different about them begging for everything. Last week she withdrew ten thousand dollars to get their ceiling fixed. I was sure her pastor was pushing a foreign car. It wasn’t my business though.

  “Send her in.”

  Jill eyed
me and then shut my door to get Ms. Betty. I was prepared to be with her for a couple of hours because she liked to go over everything even though it was only her making withdrawals. She constantly brought up her family possibly robbing her blind when it was the Bible banging bandits she was cashing out on.

  Just as I expected we spent a good two hours going over every transaction that was made. It consisted of her double checking the check book she had and looking at my screen. She was an older woman and very particular. Again, I didn’t complain because I got paid for her time. I was convinced when she wasn’t in church, she didn’t have much to do, so this was another task on her to do list to keep her busy.

  Helping her out of her seat, I went with her out front so she could pay her invoice for today’s appointment. Standing at the side of her as she questioned the same services she got every time; the door ringing caught my attention and my eyes landed on Trey who had a bouquet of flowers in his hand. My face flushed from the excitement that rose in side of me. This was different. Wesley and I were connected mentally but he never really showed he wanted me, not how Trey was going hard. This all had me second guessing if I was just a game of getting the draws and making me another notch on his belt rather than something real.

  Trey gave me a boyish lopsided grin as he stepped inside of the building boring into me with his greenish brown eyes. I found myself unable to look away until I heard Ms. Betty calling me. I held up a finger signaling for him to give me some time to get finished with her. He nodded his head, letting me know he was cool and took a seat devouring me with his eyes.

  When Ms. Betty finally left, he got up and followed me to my office where I shut the door behind him.

  “This is a pleasant surprise,” I grinned accepting the flowers. “First Edible Arrangements and now this.”

  “I told you I fight hard for what I want.”

  “You’re not playing fair. You might actually have me falling for you.” I brought the bouquet up to my nose and inhaled deeply. “Thank you so much.”

  I placed the flowers down on my desk and stepped into him feeling real bold. Standing on my tip toes, I pecked his lips and he cupped the back of my neck with his large hand to stop me from pulling away. This time invading my mouth with his tongue. My body melted into his as I shuddered in his embrace.

  His soft lips trailed kisses from my mouth to my sensitive neck causing a burn to sear in my chest down to the bundle of nerves between my legs.

  “Damn… I want you,” he mumbled in the crook of my neck. His hands ran over my back, softly caressing every muscle until they found my ass. Kneading each cheek in his hand he pushed me into his bulge.

  I closed my eyes as he kissed me deeply exploring my body with his hands.

  “Can I have you, Amena?” he asked only long enough to break away and get me drunk off his kisses.

  I nodded my head twice and Trey picked me up and brought me to my desk. As he lifted my skirt up, he sat me down and pulled my chair close to it. Once he was seated comfortably, he moved my thong to the side and sucked my throbbing clit in his mouth. The first touch of his tongue between my legs made me gasp.

  My shaky hands supported my body against the desk as I had both legs draped over his shoulders. Trevor’s hands slid up my thighs until they cupped my butt, so he could bring my center closer to his face.

  He ate me out until I was shaking and begging him to stop as my nectar flowed into his mouth.

  “Ahhhh!” I called out feeling like I no longer had control of my body.

  Once he felt my tremors subside, he stood to his feet and freed himself from his pants. Taking a condom out of his pocket, he tore it between his teeth and rolled it down his length. Lining up the tip of his dick at my hole, he parted my folds and plunged in deeply.

  “Oh shit!” I yelped not ready for the way he pushed inside of me.

  With my knees in the crook of his arms, Trevor moved in and out of me huffing like an animal. The slow sensual approach he once had disappeared, and he fucked me like he was in a race. As my body jolted from the aggressive thrust, I bared down on my teeth trying to meet his stroke.

  “Baby… slow down,” I told him.

  Trey continued to move in and out of me slowing down his movements. “My bad. This pussy got me going crazy,” he groaned.

  Once he did, I was able to fully enjoy it. I hissed at the sensation of his long deep strokes. Soon after we both ended up nutting and he plopped down back in my chair with his dick shriveled up in the used condom.

  I eased myself off the desk and went to go clean myself up. When I was done, I returned to my office and saw he used the tissues that were on my desk and was already put back together.

  “You know I can’t let you go after that,” he told me kissing my lips once more.

  “That’s fine. As long as I’m the only one getting this, I’m all yours,” I told him, and he smiled.

  It wasn’t the best sex, I’ve had, but I’m sure once we got used to each other it would be better.

  “Of course. I would like to take you out for lunch, but I gotta get some things situated with my business. Let me know when you’re free so we can go out.”

  A little disappointed he had to go right after we had sex for the first time, I tried my best to hide my sadness.

  “Okay.”

  He kissed me one last time and left out. I began to clean up my office and sprayed hoping the scent of sex wasn’t lingering. When I finally emerged from my office, Jill was staring at me with an eyebrow hiked up her forehead.

  “You’re living on the wild side I see.”

  “Mind the business that pays you,” I reminded her, and she held her hands up in the air with a smirk on her face.

  “Sorry boss lady.”

  Smacking my lips, I left my job to go walk to get me a drink.

  It wasn’t like me at all to move so fast and do those types of things. I didn't know Trey that well, but what difference did it make? I wasn’t the first woman to have sex with a man so soon and I was sure I wasn’t going to be the last. My days for caring about what other people thought were right and wrong were now long behind me. I was living for me now.

  Trevor

  “This is what I got so far.”

  Cloak laid out the pictures of Amena and the people she was close with. I can admit that it was hard as fuck getting to her especially since she wasn’t bending on the fact of letting me into her home. I had to think of another way of using her to get what I wanted from her brother.

  With us having sex led me to believe I had a better chance. Women were emotional and I knew sooner than later she’ll be wanting more. Dick had a way of making women open up.

  “I’ll be glad when this hit is over. These women are starting to look at me funny seeing that I’ve been parked up in front of that salon,” Cloak sighed.

  “You’re the fucking police. They can’t find it weird that you’re there doing your job.”

  “My job ain’t to stalk a bunch of bitches so you could get your dick wet.”

  I cut my eyes at her with a smirk on my face. “Sounds like to me you’re jealous.”

  “Not even,” she spat. “Can we stick to the topic at hand? Is this all that you need?”

  Lifting the picture of the light skinned beauty with short hair, I examined the photo until it popped into my head where I knew her from.

  “Who’s that?” Cloak questioned me when she noticed the peculiar look that was on my face.

  “I know her.”

  “Okay…”

  Folding her picture in half, I pushed it into my back pocket. “Does she work at the salon?”

  “I assume she does. Everyday I’ve been there I’ve seen her. Why what’s up?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Do you need anything else from me?” Cloak questioned.

  “No, but when I do make sure you answer. I would hate to go looking for you.”

  Cloak rolled her eyes. “Sure thing. Have you gotten close to Amena?”
/>   “I think so.”

  Realizing that what I had planned wasn’t up for discussion, Cloak left, and I continued to stare at the pictures until I felt a presence in the room with me and it wasn’t nobody but Yvette.

  “Amena? Is that Amare’s sister?”

  The look on her face made me believe if she could she would knock my head right off of my shoulders. With everything that was going on Yvette been in her feelings which made her become more of a nuisance than help. The only reason for keeping her around was because the bread she got from killing her husband. I had my own money, but I’d keep it longer by spending hers.

  “Yes, it is.”

  “Isn’t this some shit,” she laughed. “I left one cheating muhfucka to go to the next,” she spat with her hands balled at her sides

  “If that’s what you want to make yourself believe then go right ahead,” I replied gathering the pictures and placing them back in the envelope.

  I was startled when I felt her blows on my back as she yelled calling me a cheater. I tried to stop her, but she kept swinging until I slapped her ass to the ground, and she had the nerve to stare at me with a shocked expression holding the spot I slapped.

  “You’re really going to put your hands on me?”

  “You fucking right. If you don’t want me laying hands on you, don’t put your hands on me.”

  She continued to stare as if I was going to apologize, but I didn’t feel bad for it since she started with me. Instead of staying in the crib, I got my keys and left to go find someone to occupy my time with. Something had to give and soon because I was growing tired of the bitch.

  Kesha

  One Week Later

  Staring into the mirror, my hand shook uncontrollably as I tried to coat my lips with my gloss. This was such a big day I was looking forward to, but I really wanted to crawl under a rock.

  My baby shower was perfect. It was being held at the Art Ballroom in Center City with a guest list of one-hundred-fifty people. My parents had many colleagues and friends of the family, so the event was huge. A party planner was hired that handled getting a decorator, cater, makeup artist and a team of people to help me get myself together in the private suite. I didn’t have to do anything but show up.