Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do

by Shvonne Latrice

  After dinner, we retired to my bedroom, and watching her undress had me licking my lips. My dick wasn’t hard, but I was liking what I saw. Dionne’s body was the truth, and her pussy was good as shit.

  “Come here.” I waved her over once she was only in her panties.

  Slowly, she walked to me, letting her hair down, before straddling my lap. The room was dark, and I was getting in the mood, but I needed a little extra to get my dick going.

  “I missed this, Will.”

  Gripping her ass in her thong, I whispered, “Let’s role play.”

  “Umm… okay.”

  “I want you to be a working girl, and I’m a customer.”

  Dionne’s eyes searched mine as she sat in my lap, and then she nodded with a smile, tossing her hair.

  “Okay. What can I do for you tonight, sir?”

  “First off, how much for the works?”

  “Free, because I kind of like you,” she purred, kissing on my neck. Her answer annoyed me because it wasn’t right. I was trying to get in the mood to fuck her, and she was ruining the shit.

  “Nah, you need to have a price.” I yanked her head from my neck so she’d stop gnawing on me. She had a worried look on her face, so I rubbed her back to soothe her, which seemed to work.

  “O—okay. It’s $600.”

  “That’s too much. This is your livelihood, and you’re a simple streetwalker. I hunted you down, and now you just wanna please me.”

  “Will, can’t we just have sex?”

  “How much?”

  She was silent for a moment but then answered, “I think $150 is good.”

  “Aight. I’m sold. Get to work.”

  Dionne looked like she didn’t know what to do next, but began helping me out of my hoodie anyway. My shirt came off next, and once she had my jeans open, I put her on her back.

  “Will—”

  “You’re happy to end the night with me?” I removed my bottoms. “You been with other niggas all day.”

  I got between her legs and began sucking her nipples.

  “Yes,” she replied dryly.

  “Make me believe it.”

  “Yes, I’m so happy to end the night with you. Today has been pretty long.”

  “How many today?” I began kissing down her flat stomach, admiring her vanilla complexion.

  “Will, I don’t like this.”

  “Dionne, just go with it.”

  “No, this is weird. I don’t like it. And why do you want me to pretend to be a hoe? What about a nurse? Or hell, even a stripper, but this? I don’t want to.”

  She sat up, but I pushed her back down roughly.

  “Answer the question I asked you,” I hissed.

  “Move! Get off me!”

  We tussled for a little bit until she started to cry because I guess she was afraid and I was overpowering her, so I snapped out of it, releasing her wrists. She flew out of the bed like a bat out of hell, snatching up her clothes, then rushing to the living room. I followed her, seeing her get dressed with the quickness.

  “Dionne, baby, come back. I’m sorry.”

  “No,” she whimpered, picking up her keys and purse. “I don’t know if you’re drunk or what but—”

  “I’m not drunk. I just wanted to have some fun. Come here.”

  She watched me with wide eyes but let me take her back to the bedroom. I wasn’t in the mood to fuck anyway, so we just got under the covers, and I held her.

  This addiction was fucking ruining me, but I didn’t see myself stopping anytime soon. For now, I would continue to juggle both lives a little better.

  Maia Broderick

  The next afternoon…

  The last time I slept with Belly was a little minute ago, and only two weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. The condom had broken, but since that’d happened before, we thought nothing of it.

  I’d been laying low, not vying for his attention too much, because I knew now that I had him for life. I was going to be the one out of us that had his baby and make him shape up. Kharla, Sienna, Cadence, and Blaise would be devastated by the news, especially once Belly dropped them all to be a family with me.

  He cared for me the most, and that was why I was sure he treated me the best. The times we spent together, he always made me feel special and beautiful. He was the love of my life. And now, I was having his baby.

  I know what you’re thinking, and yes, this is definitely his child. I hadn’t been with another man since I met Belly years ago, and I hadn’t wanted to. Despite him having other women, he never made me feel like I was less important to him.

  I admit, however, that he was up Blaise’s ass a little more than usual, because she seemed to be with him all of the time. She’d been hogging him, but when he found out about this baby, that would be over with.

  I had a doctor’s appointment later, but I decided I would tell Belly about the baby now. I didn’t want the other girls knowing until I had a belly because I knew that would kill them hoes.

  “What?” Belly answered the phone.

  “Hi, can you talk? It’s important.”

  “Talk.”

  I took a deep breath and asked, “So you know the last time we made love?”

  “You mean I fucked you slowly. But get to the point, Maia. I got shit to do.”

  “Well, we made a baby, and I’m going to keep it. I know you call yourself being in a relationship.” I rolled my eyes. They wouldn’t last. “But you need to be a father.”

  “I haven’t fucked you in a minute.”

  “Yeah, I’ve been pregnant for a little while now, Cortez. I’m a nice ways along.”

  “Why the fuck you just now mentioning this shit to me? You on some weird shit right now, you know that?”

  “Don’t even go there. I am pregnant by you. I haven’t fucked anyone in the past year and a half but you!”

  “Lower yo’ fucking voice, Maia,” he replied sternly, and I did so. “I ain’t say you fucked somebody else. I said you on some weirdo shit.”

  “Well, I was laying low because you stress me out sometimes, and I wanted to make sure the baby was safe. I couldn’t be dealing with you and you spending time with other women while I’m pregnant.”

  “Aight. Thanks for telling me. Anything else?”

  “Don’t you want to meet up and talk? Discuss our family?”

  He chuckled a little bit, which I found to be odd.

  “I honestly hope you didn’t hit me with this shit thinking I’m about to be with yo’ ass on some exclusive shit.”

  “Why wouldn’t you want to be in your child’s life!” I was furious at his remark.

  “I will be, but you ain’t about to be my bitch.”

  “We’ve been together for a while now, but all of a sudden, I’m not good enough to be with you?”

  “Didn’t say you weren’t good enough. I just don’t wanna be with yo’ ass. I want the girl I’m with. And we ain’t been shit for years. I fucked you, ate with you occasionally, and let you roll out with me a few times; nothing more.”

  “Cortez,” I whimpered.

  “I’ll hit you later or some shit. But aye, Maia, remember the shit I tell you; just ’cause you got my fucking baby growing inside of you don’t mean I’m gon’ be with yo’ ass.”

  Before I could respond, he hung up.

  I got myself together and headed to my doctor’s appointment. Maybe seeing my baby for the first time would make me feel better. I knew I should have been gone, but I’d been busy as hell lately with my ever-growing YouTube Channel. It was a blessing though.

  As soon as I got to the doctor, they ran some tests and had a look at my little angel. I was happy when my doctor confirmed my pregnancy, despite me having known for a while.

  “Okay.” My doctor returned, closing the room door. He opened his file folder and then sat down on the circular stool. “Miss Broderick, unfortunately, this pregnancy is ectopic. That explains the pain you’ve been having.”

  “What?”r />
  “What that means is, the baby is growing outside of the uterus, and it can’t survive that way.”

  “So how do we fix it?”

  “Well.” He sighed. “We have to go in and terminate the pregnancy. Now I have an open schedule, so I’m willing to handle it today.”

  “No, no, I’m not terminating the baby.”

  “Miss Broderick, you have to. There is no other option. The baby will not survive, and neither will you if you allow this to progress.”

  “I need time to think.” I began to cry.

  “We don’t have time. You’re in your seventh week of pregnancy, which is extremely late. I wished you’d have come to me earlier, and we could have gotten rid of it in an easier way.”

  Placing my hand over my abdomen, I was speechless…

  Belly

  One week later…

  Maia: So you’re still gonna be with Blaise? You’re not gonna be with the mother of your child? I love you.

  Me: Stop hitting me with this bullshit. Like I said, I’m gon’ take care of my kid but I’m not fucking with you on that tip.

  I pocketed my iPhone, just as my manager approached along with a fleet of reporters. My upcoming boxing opponent, Sully Pax, was headed this way as well with his entourage.

  Like me, he was undefeated, and really thought he was about to take me down as well. He was a brawler boxer, so he was big and slow, but he hit hard as shit. I was a boxer-puncher mixed with an out-fighter, so I hit fast as fuck and at close range, but I could also do long range hits, which eventually wore my opponents down, giving me the ability to come in close and take them out.

  Brawlers were my favorite to fight because most of the times, them niggas lacked mobility, so it was easy to get multiple hits in on their asses. The only downside was if they got one good one in on you, they could potentially knock yo’ ass out.

  “Cortez Khalil.” Sully smirked. “You ready to finally lose?”

  “Nah, just ready to beat yo’ ass. It’ll be a piece of muthafuckin’ cake.” Turning to look over the crowd of reporters recording and taking pictures, I yelled, “Aye, if any of y’all know someone else I can fight immediately after this nigga, let me know. I need a real challenge.”

  The crowd made noises in response, as Sully laughed, nodding his head.

  “As cocky as you are, Khalil, it’s gonna make knocking you out much sweeter than usual.”

  “Won’t happen. Enjoy these last few days with that title, Sully. And if you can, try to make the shit hard for me.”

  The reporters began asking us question after question, as the photographers snapped photos. About an hour later, we could bounce, and that’s just what I did.

  On my way home, I saw Sienna was calling me, but I ignored the shit. Hopefully, after a while, all of these hoes would leave me the fuck alone, with the exception of Maia, since she was pregnant.

  I didn’t know how Blaise was gon’ deal with this shit, but it happened before her and I became official and shit, so she had to forgive me. I hoped she did.

  A text from Sienna popped up, and when I read it, I shook my head.

  Sienna: How could you? I’m buying a gun and I’m killing myself, Cortez.

  She always did this shit. If I didn’t talk to her for a minute, she would threaten to off herself. Usually, I’d dick her down, tell her some good shit, and she’d be good, but that wasn’t available to her ass no more.

  Pulling over, I dialed her up.

  “Hello?”

  “What the fuck is wrong with you, Sienna? If you kill yo’ self, you better make sure the shit goes through, or I’m gon’ murk yo’ ass myself for trying that dumb shit.”

  “You got her pregnant?” she sobbed.

  “Who?” There was no way she knew about Maia, so I was confused.

  “Maia! She posted on her story, a positive pregnancy test!”

  Priscilla

  Same exact day and time… different part of Los Angeles…

  “So you’re back together with him?” Blaise sighed into the phone.

  “Not really. He’s trying to convince me to, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t working.”

  “Well, if you love him that much, go for it. But maybe make sure he knows you want things to be different.”

  “Oh, definitely. But I will see you tomorrow for our workout. I’m about to look over the photos from my dancing.”

  “Okay, see you later.”

  Hanging up, I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed inside of Will’s picture studio. The bell over the door rang as soon as I stepped in, and a few moments later, Will emerged from the back. He looked nice as usual, and his curls were extra shiny right along with his light skin.

  “Hey, so you can come back here to see everything,” he greeted me. “Did you want some water or something?”

  “No, I’m okay.”

  His studio was nice, and so was the back area. We sat down at a table, and he brought out his computer before pulling the images up on them. They looked so nice, and the angles he’d captured them from made each dance move look one hundred times better than it probably did in real life.

  “What you think?”

  “This is really good. I got the video by email already. Thank you for chopping some parts up for me to post on social media.” I handed him my drive, so he plugged it up to transfer the large folder containing everything.

  “No problem. I went to your dance show.”

  “You did? I didn’t even see you.”

  “Yeah, I came back stage to say what’s up, but you were a little occupied, so I ain’t wanna bother you.”

  “You sound a little jealous.” I chuckled, but he didn’t.

  “Nah, but I thought he was with somebody else now, so that caught me off guard seeing y’all kiss.”

  “Oh, that’s a publicity stunt with him and her. Plus, he and I are figuring things out, that’s all.”

  “Aight. Well everything is on here.” He unplugged my drive and handed it over to me.

  “Thank you.”

  We both stood up at the same time and were way too close for comfort. Before I knew it, our lips were locked, and he was placing me up on the counter behind us.

  His hands were going up my skirt, so I slipped my hand down to unbuckle his jeans. I let him get my panties off and watched as he removed a condom from his wallet.

  Reaching down into his boxers, I was surprised to feel his dick was soft as a worm. I was incredibly embarrassed at the moment. Rafi would have been so hard by this time that it would feel like a brick.

  “Uh, just… let’s keep going.” He leaned to kiss me, and I let him, but by this time, my lust had died, and I was coming to my senses.

  “Will, Will, stop. I can’t do this, and clearly I’m not that attractive to you anyway.” I hopped down and grabbed my thong from the chair I’d been sitting in prior.

  “Nah, it’s not even like that. I’m attracted to you.” He started to kiss on my neck from behind, and still as his pelvis rested against my ass, I could tell he was flaccid below.

  “Stop. I shouldn’t be doing this anyway. I barely know you, you have a girlfriend who I like, I’m trying to work things out with my children’s father… just no.” I nudged him off and then shoved my drive into my purse.

  Although I was happy his inability to get hard stopped me from making a stupid in the moment mistake, I was still feeling some type of way about me not turning him on.

  “Priscilla!” he yelled my name as I left out.

  Without looking back, I headed outside and to my car.

  From now on, I would have no more dealings with Will Dade.

  Blaise

  15 minutes earlier…

  Getting off the phone with Priscilla, I entered the Marmalade Cafe in El Segundo, where I was meeting Nichole and Izzy for lunch. I knew Belly would never find out about this lunch date, so I went. Plus, I missed Izzy, and I knew Nichole was pissed at me for flaking on her club appearance. For some reason, I fel
t bad.

  “Blaise!” Izzy greeted me with a big smile like always. “I missed you!”

  “I missed you too.” I hugged her. Nichole rolled her eyes, making me laugh. I knew she hated that her baby sister fawned over me. Hell, I’d hate it too. Nichole was rude as hell to her though, so of course she didn’t cling to her.

  “Hey.” I gave Nichole a dry wave then sat down.

  We ordered some drinks and chatted a little bit while looking over the menu. Once we put in our orders for food and appetizers, I took a nice long sip of juice.

  “So I have something to tell you, Blaise, and I don’t want you to be mad at me for waiting so long.”

  “What is it?”

  “I went to a party, like an intimate kickback at the SLS Hotel some time ago. And when I came into the hotel suite, I saw Belly and that Cadence girl coming out of the bedroom together. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and it was obvious they’d had sex.”

  “And you waited until now, why?” I sat back and folded my arms.

  “Because I knew you’d be hurt, and I didn’t want to break your heart. But they fucked, Blaise, and I believe he’s still smashing everyone in his little harem. I mean, they’re still loving on him, so they must get some attention.”

  I chuckled.

  “Nichole, please. You don’t give a fuck about me. You’re the same bitch that tried to fuck Belly when we went to Las Vegas that time, knowing he was interested in me. You probably made this up to break us apart.”

  “Blaise, no. I know you like him a lot and want to be with him, but he cheated on you and probably still is.”

  “Okay, I’m leaving.” I stood up, finishing off my juice and grabbing my purse.

  “So you’re gonna let him do you how Five-Star did? While you were working, your man was fucking one of his main hoes—”

  WHAM!

  I punched Nichole dead in her face, sending her flying backward and out of her chair. I didn’t trust her ass for shit, so I didn’t know why she thought I’d believe this little lie she’d made up. A real friend would have told me right away, had it been true, not waited forever.