I didn’t have a response to that, so I just stood there, watching her walk away. Once I’d gained some composure, I left out as well and just sat in my car for a little over twenty minutes.
Afterward, I took my ass home, made some tacos, then smoked about three blunts. By the time I was done, I looked to see it was 8 p.m. Grabbing my iPhone, I dialed up Blaise. I wasn’t in the mood for Sienna, and Kharla’s over attached ass wasn’t even a muthafuckin’ option. I was gon’ have to cut that bitch off completely before I murked her stupid ass. I had two other options, but I was feeling Blaise.
“Hello?” She answered softly like she didn’t want someone to hear.
“I wanna come scoop you.”
“Umm, to do what?”
I laughed, making her do the same.
“You. Why you ask so many fucking questions? You know I like it when you just do what the fuck I tell you to.”
“Nigga, please.” She giggled. “Okay, I will text the address. I just put my baby to sleep, so I have to be back in the morning before she wakes up, around 9 a.m.”
“I got you.”
I hung up the phone and waited for the address, thinking about how different Blaise was from Kharla as far as that mother shit went. Kharla would drive her fucking kids to the lake and drown their asses if it meant she could come fuck with me. I wasn’t around too many women who put their children first and shit like Blaise, so I low-key admired her bad ass for that.
I brushed my teeth then put on some gray sweats, a wife beater, socks, and some slides before slipping my hoodie on. By that time, Blaise had sent me the address, so I drove over to her nice ass condo in Beverly Hills.
Getting out, I entered, and the lobby looked like a damn hotel. I had no idea baby girl was living like this, but then again, she stayed in some nice shit from what I saw.
Me: I’m in the lobby.
Bad One: Okay, coming.
About five minutes later, she was walking up in some snug ass tights and a short ass top that showed her stomach. I was hypnotized by her fucking body, so when she got close enough, I scooped her ass up, making her squeal as I kissed on her neck.
“You didn’t have to come in, you know,” she said as I opened the door for her, letting the cool night air hit me.
“I did. It’s late, and niggas is weird out here, even in the nice areas.” I opened the door to my Range for her. “I ain’t know you had it like this,” I added once in the driver’s seat.
“Oh. I’ve been living here for a while, so I guess I’m used to it. My daughter’s father paid for it.”
“How much was this shit?” I quizzed, pulling from the curb.
“Over one million dollars, I’m sure. I remember it being a little over when he bought it for me.”
“That’s how you know ya pussy is good, baby.”
Laughing, she replied, “How?”
“Any nigga blowing that kind of money on a girlfriend, it’s because her pussy is good as shit. Plus, I tried it, and I can vouch. You’d have to give me a little bit mo’ head for me to blow that much bread though.” I smiled, making her laugh.
“Shut up.”
We listened to music, talking only a little bit here and there before we ended up at this beach house in Manhattan Beach. It belonged to the owner of the boxing gym I trained at. He was always traveling and shit with his bitch, so he gave me the okay to come through whenever I wanted. He’d given me a set of keys a while back, when I used to live at home and had to deal with my pops, so that I could get away if shit got too bad.
“Wow, you live here?” Blaise tilted her head back as we stepped inside.
“Nah, this shit ain’t mine.”
Turning to me, she frowned and asked, “It’s not? Then why do you have a key? Is this some bitch your fucking house? Because—”
“Because what?” I backed her into the wall of the hallway. “Exactly. You just like them fucking poodles that do all that barking but won’t pop shit.” I set the keys down. “The owner of the gym I go to stays here. Come on.”
I led Blaise to the bedroom I always slept in and had been sleeping in since I was a teenager, then closed the door. The lights were off, but since we were on the beach, the lights from the pier in the distance made it so we were able to see enough.
“Where do you live then? With a woman?”
I chuckled, placing my phone on the dresser and kicking off my slides.
“You must think all I do is sit up fuck with different bitches.”
“Well.”
“Well I don’t. I do have to box and shit so I can’t fuck all day, contrary to popular belief.”
“I know.” She chuckled, removing her shoes.
“I do get my fair share, but I don’t slide up in any and everything. I live in Inglewood by the way.” I sat on the bed and pulled her with me. Falling onto my back, I let her straddle me, with my hands caressing her hips.
“Why do you live in the hood still? You make good money.”
“It’s my home, so I’m used to it. And you’re right, I make good money, but until I make great money, I don’t wanna move. Niggas go broke by expanding their expenses every time they get more bread. You’re supposed to do the opposite, that’s how muthafuckas get rich.”
She nodded, looking down into my eyes.
“So why didn’t you take me there?”
“I was already coming here, so I brought you.” I sat up, so she tossed her arms around my neck before we kissed. My hands gravitated toward her fat ass for a hard squeeze, making my dick brick up.
“You know I’m not a cheater, Cortez.”
“I know, just unhappy.”
“I am happy. I just got a new role in a movie that pays well, my baby is healthy, my mama is happy for now.”
“I meant unhappy with that muthafucka you call ya man. And congrats on the role, that’s dope. Can’t wait to be up at the theaters letting everybody know I got some pussy from the star.”
“You better not!” Her jaw dropped, and I could see the smile in her eyes.
“Oh now that you a for real actress and shit, you don’t want niggas to know how hard I had you cumming? I tore yo’ ass up. I saw how you was walking.” I snickered, prompting her to roll her eyes. “I know how you like to get fucked.” I licked on her neck and started sucking because I’d learned that got her pussy dripping the quickest.
“I love the way you fuck me, and I don’t want to,” she whispered as I massaged her ass roughly yet slowly as she straddled my lap.
I pulled her short top off, then my hoodie and wife beater. Putting her to the side, I removed her tights and panties together, before standing up to take off my boxers and jeans. Grabbing a condom from my drawer set in here, I ripped it open and smoothed it down carefully, then climbed between her legs.
“Anybody been in it since me?” She shook her head ‘no’, and I could tell she was holding her breath in anticipation of me entering her. Placing her legs in the nooks of my arms, I positioned my dick at her opening and applied pressure. “Shit,” I moaned with only the tip in. She was tight as fuck, so I had to work my way in.
Gripping the headboard for leverage, I pressed harder until I’d barged my way completely inside. Her nails were digging deeply into my back, as I fucked her slowly, tonguing her down in the process.
“Uhhh,” she cried softly, as I yanked her first orgasm from her body. She was sopping wet yet choking my shit, and I was ready to nut already. This was definitely one million dollar condo box.
Once I felt like her pussy was more accepting of my size, I kept her legs locked over my forearms and pinned her hands to the bed before battering her pussy with no mercy. I watched in awe as she stared up at me, whimpering and giving me sex face after sex face. No matter how many times she creamed on my dick, I kept beating her shit up like I had beef with her pussy. Her nectar was dripping down onto the sheets like a muthafuckin’ waterfall, sending a nigga over the edge, as our bodies clapped together.
“Oh fuc
k,” I grumbled, knowing I was near my peak. This shit was about to drive a nigga even crazier than I already was.
Unable to move, Blaise lied there, taking every fucking inch I was giving her as I relentlessly beat her shit down until I filled the condom up. I nutted so hard I had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from shouting out like a hoe.
Pulling out, I looked down to see the condom drenched entirely, making me lick my lips before sucking on her pussy for a little bit. She sniveled and cooed while I did so, and after a few seconds, I came up to peck her soft lips.
“Cortez,” she murmured, running her hand down my abs as she breathed hard as shit with her eyes closed.
Gripping her chin and making her open her eyes, I said, “No matter who you give this pussy up to, it’s mine.” Rubbing my hand between her legs, I gently slid two inside, making her gasp. “You hear me?”
“Ye—yes,” she stammered as I sped up, forcing her to cum.
Taking my fingers out, I tasted her, then lowered myself to tongue her down.
“Shit is good, huh?” I spoke against her lips.
She smiled weakly before I slipped my tongue back in her mouth. After kissing for a little bit, I helped her up so we could take a quick shower. Once out, I got a bottle for us to drink out of.
“How do you figure I’m unhappy?” she asked as we sat on the balcony outside. The waves were loud as fuck.
“’Cause I don’ fucked you in three different states already. If you were good, I wouldn’t have been able to do that.”
She stared off over the balcony for a little bit and then said, “Everything was okay until he asked me to have a baby. I’m not having any more babies, and he doesn’t understand that.”
“Why?” I frowned.
“Because one is good enough, and it was a very stressful experience. I love my baby and would never give her back or change the fact that she’s here, but the way her father treated me, I could have done without. He either acted as if I didn’t exist and wasn’t carrying his child, or he’d trash me in public, and it was too much.” She glanced at me and added, “Merlin is nothing like Five-Star, but I still don’t wanna have his baby or any of that.”
“You with his ass ’cause he got money, huh?”
She looked to me with a worried expression as if I’d found out a secret she ain’t want nobody to know. I’d asked before, but she didn’t answer me.
“No.”
“You are. It’s cool though. You pretty as fuck, so it’s normal for you to only fuck with niggas with cash to blow on you.” I took a sip of the Hennessy, then brought her over into my lap. “I ain’t that rich yet, but you gon’ still fuck with me.”
“I am. I don’t care.” She shook her head for emphasis, which made me chuckle. “I thought all professional boxers were rich though.”
“Hell nah. You gotta fucking work ya way up to that shit. We all start out making bullshit, but if you get ya name out there and people start being interested in seeing you fight, your pay can increase.”
“Is that why you’re so cocky?” She smirked.
“Nah, that’s just me, but it helps and shit.”
“I kind of like it.” She kissed me.
“Soon, I’ll have some shit like this of my own and have hoes all up and through here.” I laughed when she rolled her eyes and attempted to move from my lap. “Or just you.” I kissed the corner of her mouth and felt her smiling hard as shit.
Blaise
“You got family or just ya mama and baby?” Belly inquired as I sat in his lap.
He smelled so good. I’d learned it was Bleu De Chanel that he wore. And the way his arms felt around my body made me feel unbelievably comfortable. For the first time in years, it didn’t matter to me that a man wasn’t balling out of control. I liked him because he was… him.
“Yes, just my mother and my daughter. I’ve pretty much been on my own since I was sixteen though. My mom messed her hip up, and after that, we had to live off of her disability checks which wasn’t much.”
“Fuck was you doing for money at sixteen?” I felt him look at the side of my face, so I gave him eye contact for a moment.
“At first I had a job at this shoe store, but when that wasn’t enough, I did little modeling jobs on the side. I was way too young to be doing some of the lingerie and half naked gigs I was getting, but they didn’t care, and we needed the money.” I shrugged.
I never thought about how peaceful living on the beach could be.
“You been taking care of ya mama all yo’ damn life?”
“Almost.” I chuckled to lighten the mood.
He kissed my temple and quizzed, “You hungry?”
“Yes.”
Standing up, he helped me do the same and then led me back into the house. We went down to the large kitchen and scoured the fridge to find something we could agree on. Chicken burgers, a side salad, and sweet potato fries was the winner, so he took everything out. I tried to help, but he wouldn’t let me, so I just watched his sexy ass move about. For dessert, he made some boxed brownies since that was all that was here.
“Them upscale ass restaurants ain’t got shit on this, watch.” He smirked at me, just before we were about to take the first bite.
“It’s so good.”
I was surprised by how bomb this was. I’d never had a man cook for me before either.
“You like it?”
I nodded, leaning over toward him for a kiss, before we both resumed eating.
The next morning…
Belly dropped me off at home around 3 a.m. I hadn’t realized how quickly the time had flown by when I was over there. It surely didn’t seem like we’d been chilling for five hours straight, but we definitely had. Luckily for me, that sex and good food made it so that I was able to knock right out when I came home, allowing me to get in a few hours of sleep before Island woke up.
I’d already showered and brushed my teeth, so I headed upstairs to do the same for my baby so we could have breakfast before my job this afternoon.
“What time did you get in?” My mama appeared in the doorway of Island’s room as I got her out of the bed. She was still knocked out, so I laid her on my chest.
“Umm, a few minutes before 3 a.m.” I put Island down, then moved past my mother to go run her bathwater. Of course, my mama followed me.
She’d been staying in her old room at my condo, because I felt like Merlin would try to snatch back the house he’d bought for her.
Ever since those pictures of Belly and I had leaked, he’d been upset with me, and rightfully so. We hadn’t talked much, because all he did was text me and say he was done with my hoe ass. I knew he expected me to beg him and plead my case, but I wasn’t in the mood for his bratty behavior. Yes I was wrong, but I had bigger things to worry about, and Merlin’s money staying close wasn’t my priority anymore.
And on top of all that, Five-Star was back in my text messages, pissed at the fact that I was possibly fucking someone new instead of coming back to him.
“You need to be trying to work things out with Merlin. I want to go back to my house.”
“Ma, I can’t worry about Merlin right now. I have a gig today, and then I have rehearsals for that film for the rest of the week, plus two more auditions. I need—”
“No, what you need to be doing is making sure you keep that man happy. You haven’t been dating him a year, and look what he’s done? He bought me a house! Imagine what else if you stick around. He can take care of all of us, and we won’t have to lift a finger.”
“I know you may be okay with that, but I want to work.”
“Who is this man that’s got you acting dumb, Blaise? Is it the same nigga you flew all around with?”
“I’m not acting dumb, first off, and secondly, it doesn’t matter.” I shut the bath water off and went to grab Island. She was awake now and at her toy box. “Good morning, cutie!” I squealed and scooped her up to kiss her plump cheeks. “You are just radiant in the morning, girl.�
�� I tickled her, and she laughed loudly.
“Blaise, if he doesn’t have the same cash flow as Merlin, leave him be. That’s all I’m gonna say. You won’t be just fucking things up for yourself, but for me too.” My mom spoke as I passed her to the bathroom. Before I could respond, she went back to her bedroom.
Ignoring her negative energy, I gave my baby a bath then brushed her teeth, before taking her to the kitchen so we could have breakfast together. Once we were both stuffed, I dressed her and took her with me to this job.
Island was pretty well behaved because she was a shy baby. She had her moments though when she got upset, but it was rare, so I did like bringing her with me to work if it wasn’t something too serious. My mother watching her came in handy for those other times, so it was the only reason I tolerated her damn mouth at this point.
Today, I was doing a photoshoot for this rap group’s single cover. It was me and a few other girls, but they’d be in the background with me in the forefront. The pay was nice, and it was some good exposure, so I agreed when they hit my manager up about it.
“Okay, stay right here, and mommy will be right over there, okay?” I told Island as I placed her in the chair with her baby iPad. I was about to get my makeup done, so I couldn’t have her in my lap.
“Okay!” She smiled, making me do the same.
I loved my baby so much, and it kind of hurt to know her father had really no interest in her. When he came to see her once or twice on a good month, he acted like he loved her, and of course, posted her all on his Instagram story. But once he was out the door, it was like he never thought about her.
As I took my seat to let them start working on my face and hair, my phone buzzed.
Belly: I been thinking about fucking you all muthafuckin’ day.
Me: Does that mean you miss me?
Belly: I don’t know about all that shit. I need that before I go to New York on Friday.
Me: Okay.
Belly: You can send me a pussy flick though…
Me: Nigga lol.
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