by Belleza
“No Wesley! I’m not giving up that easy and you shouldn’t either!”
What the fuck!
Kesha had to have been bipolar from the way she went from crying to screaming. It blew my fucking mind, but I really wanted her to roll.
“This shit dead, Kesha. Ain’t no coming back from what you did. I can’t change the baby, but I can change how I deal with you.”
With a look of panic on her face, she closed in the space between us and grabbed my hand as if her life was depending on what she was about to say.
“Wesley, that’s not the point I was making! I want you and only you. I swear.”
I was holding on strong until she let my hand go and grabbed my dick. As much as I really wanted her to get out my crib, my dick grew in her small hands as she massaged them like stress balls.
Slowly she pecked her lips down my tattooed chest and to my stomach where she hiked up her gown so she can comfortably get in a squatting position.
Pulling my briefs down a little to free my erection she swallowed my dick and made a humming sound as she pulled it out of her mouth dripping with saliva. My toes gripped up the plush carpet as my sensitive tip hit the back of her throat. Her head game was crazy. If only she shut her mouth up long enough I would be able to tolerate her.
Closing my eyes, I palmed the back of her head and thought about Amena’s soft ass lips wishing she was actually with me rather than Kesha. The only difference would be me with my lips all over her chocolate body.
Damn!
The more I thought about Amena, the harder I began to pump in Kesha’s mouth until I was spilling my seeds in her mouth. Hearing her cough and choke brought me back to reality and she had her hand cupped in front of her mouth catching my sperm she was spitting out.
As good as her head game was you would think she would be a champ and swallow that shit. The sight had me shriveling up like a raisin. Kesha was a freak with limitations. Try to get a nut and having to keep in mind of how you released it during some fire as head was a waste of time in my eyes.
Leaving her where she was, I left her where she was to go shower. While I got clean I heard her brushing her teeth at the vanity. By the time I was done, she slid open the shower door and stepped in behind me. I wasn’t in the mood for her once again, but. She massaged my dick in her hands until I was hard. Turning her around, I slammed into her roughly and pumped until I pulled out and jacked my seeds down the drain. Sex was a sure way of us connecting but now even that wasn’t enough for me to want her. That shit she pulled was foul.
Washing myself off once more, I climbed out of the shower listening to Kesha sniffle. It was time for me to fall back because shawty was definitely out of her mind.
***
“What it looking like?” I asked walking into the office of the laundromat I owned. Amare sent a text letting me know we had money to count up from all the drop offs we made this week from the truck which was a big shipment. Once counted we had to get our profit squared away and split into our accounts. The other half was wrapped up and sent back to Florida on one of our cleaning vans.
“Another day another dollar,” Ken responded with a blunt dangling between his lips as he stacked some bills together like a deck of cards and placed it in the money counter.
He held out his fist for a pound and I met mine with his and then to dapp up Amare who was busy wrapping each stack up after running it through the machine.
Bad enough I was trying to shake the thoughts of Amena out my head, seeing Amare made her pop back up in my mind. Shaking my head, I pulled up a chair and got to work.
“How was your night with the rich folk?” Ken asked knowing I was attending a family dinner with Kesha.
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”
“Nothing surprises me nowadays.”
“Well dig this, for the most part it was pretty chill until Kesha’s mom brought up the fact that we needed to start planning our wedding since she’s pregnant.”
Both of my boys looked my way and I just shook my head to confirm the questions I knew they wanted to ask.
“So you’re marrying her?” Mar asked.
“Fuck no! Her and her mom be on some shit,” I cleared up.
“I still can’t believe she pregnant,” Mar responded.
“I can’t either. The way Kesha was popping birth control like it was Tic-Tacs you would think she ain’t want no kids.”
Ken extended the blunt he was in the midst of rolling up to me. “Here you can have the first puff. You need it more than me. Trust me I know how that shit goes.”
I accepted it, placing the blunt between my lips to spark it up. Once it was lit I inhaled deeply allowing the smoke to fill my lungs and tilted my head back to release it in the air.
“Please just tell me you ain’t propose to her.”
“Nigga, I didn’t. That’s when I realized she had this big ass ring on her finger. It was embarrassing as fuck.”
That part Amare and Kenton found hilarious while I relived the moment in my head. It wasn’t funny at all to me.
“When you gonna let her go, yo? If she can go do some shit like that imagine what other shit she can pull,” Amare added. I passed the blunt back to Ken.
“I’m done. Well after last night I am. She was at my crib crying and in her feelings because I left with Amena.”
I felt Amare’s eyes on me. Regardless if we were all like family mentioning anything about Amena had him on one whether it was good or bad.
“Her boyfriend’s peoples and Kesha peoples are merging businesses. She wasn’t feeling ol’ boy so he tried to send her back home alone, so I offered her a ride.”
Ken passed Amare the blunt and he accepted leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, she told me about that dinner with that punk ass nigga,” he responded. It had me feeling guilty as shit. Every time I called her my phone went to voicemail. It took everything in me not to pop up at her house, but I decided to respect her space instead.
“She cool?” I asked for the hell of it.
“Yeah she chilling. She got a friend now that CoCo is around so I’m seeing a lot of her.”
We continued to talk, once everything was done. Amare being OCD and very hands on volunteered to make sure everything else got done, so I was the first to leave with the intention of going to see the only person I knew I could go to and talk about my issues.
Amare and Kenton were on that list, but it was different when neither of them were in my shoes. Kenton had a baby with an ex stripper and Amare just found someone he was opening up to. My situation was different with Kesha. It wasn't an ideal situation being as though she done forced a baby on me, but we still had something.
Inside of Traditions the line was long as hell and the employees were moving fast to get everyone in and out. I said what’s up to everyone and went to the back where I knew my father would be still getting more food ready.
For as long as I could remember it’s only been me and my pop. My mom passed when I was four years old from a hit and run. All I had was pictures to remember her. My father would bring up all these events and tell me how amazing she was, but none of that sounded familiar to me.
When I was younger growing up I used to resent her because she wasn’t present during all those time mothers were expected to be around like mother's day and field trips. If Mar’s father wasn’t around I would’ve been by myself because my father had to work and long ass shifts to make sure we were straight. As I got older I realized it wasn’t her fault, and only wished nothing ever happened to her.
“I was wondering when you were going to stop by,” he stated sensing I was there. His head was down in the huge pot adding seasoning to it.
That led me to believe that Kesha had to have spoken to him because she was notorious for inserting everyone in to our situation as if I wasn’t a grown ass man. That was only because she was so close to her mom who was in every aspect of her life. A huge reason why I couldn’t take her serious. I needed a woman
that had her own mind.
“Why am I not surprised?”
“Hell… I am,” my father said covering the pot back. He asked one of his employees to keep an eye on the food before walking to his office. I followed him and shut the door behind me as he took a seat behind the desk.
“So you’re leaving Kesha for Amare’s sister… Amena. The one who was like a little sister to you?”
“What?” I exclaimed and my father shook his head holding up his hands. “I’m only repeating the message I got. You’re having sex with Amena.”
“No,” I answered honestly hoping he’d stop there.
“But you’re interested in her.”
Raking my hand over my head, I dragged it down my face not believing I was about to openly admit this to someone, but it needed to be said.
“Yes. I think I love her.”
“Think?”
“Yeah… how can I be sure when I got this situation with Kesha.”
“If you love her you’d respect her enough to let her go and not play these games. I taught you to be a man. The amount of women you juggle doesn’t define that.”
“Pop that ain’t the case. I swear. Kesha and I aren’t in a relationship and I was in the midst of trying to make shit work with Amena. She knew I was pulling away, so she did this sneaky ass shit.”
Knowing I was telling the truth, my father leaned back in his seat with his arms rested on his chair. “You gotta be there for your child. I don’t care what you do for her, but that baby ain’t ask to be here. And even though you never asked for a baby with her the child is still yours.”
“I am. I just needed time to process everything. I’m still fucking mad, but there’s no doubt that I will be there. I just can’t be with Kesha.”
My father got up from his seat and went to the bar he had set up in his office and pour some of his Jack Daniels in a glass and walked up to me.
“You look like you need this.”
I accepted it and turned it up making a face as the liquor slid down my throat.
“What about Amena?”
“I think it’s best you let her go and figure out co-parenting with Kesha. That’s what’s more important. If you and her are meant to be somewhere along the line y’all will find y’all way back to each other.”
I finished off the drink still conflicted about the entire situation. How can I let someone go that’s on my mind all the time?
Trevor
Pulling up to the spot Cloak told me to meet her, I turned my car off and unlocked the door. She was already waiting, so she got out of her unmarked police car and came over to my car sliding in the passenger seat.
“That uniform looking a little tight. You getting thick,” I said just to fuck with her. Cloak did too much coke that she probably would disappear soon.
She scoffed rolling her eyes. “Here you go.”
She passed me the envelope containing this big surprise she had to show me. Opening it up, I pulled out the pictures and was shocked to see Yvette and Pitt. Although it had my blood boiling I kept my composure and passed her back the envelope.
“And you said you could trust her.”
“Shit, I thought I could. But we ain’t here to discuss Yvette. What were you doing following her?”
“I’m doing you a favor. She can be setting you up right now.”
“Let me handle, Yvette and Pitt. Your job is to stay on that Amare nigga. Do you have anything to tell me pertaining to him?” She got quiet and I released a chuckle. “You’re wasting my time and my money and both are valuable to me.”
The look I gave her had her shook.
“It’s not as easy as you may think it is. Amare doesn’t let anyone in and everyone is more loyal to you than you think.”
Lifting my phone, I opened up the message from his sister Amena with a smile on my face. I didn’t think I had a chance to get to her, but she was slowly but surely opening up to me.
“I can get rid of Pitt now. He doesn’t have shit.”
“Kill him.”
I shrugged. “Do whatever it is y’all crooked cops do. I don’t give a fuck. He’s meaningless right now.”
“And what about Yvette.”
“Why the fuck you keep asking about her.” I hit the locks on my car. “Get the hell out and do what I pay you to do.”
Cloak pulled on the handle and got out of the car. I started mine up and headed back home to get myself together because I was going to be with Amena soon.
***
“Did you speak to Black?”
“If I did, I would’ve said something.”
I stopped walking and headed back to the den where Yvette laid on the couch flipping through a magazine. I snatch it out her hand so fast, threw it across the room and got in her face. Lately she’s been getting really crazy with her mouth and it was taking everything in me not to have her experience that side of me she was forgetting was there. I’d kill her without a care in the world.
After tossing the magazine to the side, I squeezed her jaw between my hands and brought her face close to mine.
“Who do you think you’re talking to? Do I look like that pussy ass nigga you’re married to?”
“You’re hurting me,” she murmured.
I let her go mushing her head towards the back on the couch.
“If you thinking I’m hurting you now imagine what I’m going to do to you once I find out you go off to see your husband again. I told you loyalty is everything to me, but you’re treading on a thin line where you’re going to end up just like him.”
I was far from stupid and Cloak keeping an eye on her was a good thing. She could’ve easily handed me over to Pitt and they continued doing whatever it is they had going on.
“Why don’t you trust me?” She asked.
“Because of that! If you would’ve told me you went to go see that nigga I wouldn’t have cared.”
“I swear I don’t want Pitt! I only met up with him to tell him it was over! I swear.”
When she tossed the divorce papers at me. I believed her just a little bit but I hated having to question her moves.
“Did you fuck him?”
“What?! No, I just told you why I met up with him. Whoever you had keeping tabs on me should’ve watched me a little longer. They would’ve told you that I got into a fight with some dirty hoe he was with.”
“Next time you do some shit, make sure you let me know first. I got too much to lose to let you fuck that up you hear me?”
Yvette nodded her head slowly and I left her to go get occupy my time with someone else. The bitch was starting to bore me. I couldn’t convince Amena to spend time with me, so I was about to find another woman I could slide up in.
Amena
“You have a surprise! Who’s the lucky guy?” Jill gushed bringing the Edible Arrangement in my room. It was a huge colorful vase full of fresh looking fruit that had my mouth watering.
Placing the phone on my desk, I stood to my feet to retrieve it from her. “I have no idea.” I accepted the arrangement and pulled the card that was attached to a stick off.
Inwardly, I was hoping it was from Wesley. Even though it was difficult to stay upset with him, I still wished everything played out differently between us. I just couldn’t fathom myself sharing him with another woman and a baby. The whole ordeal was way too much. It was like we’ve been in place for so long to take two steps backwards. I was tired of going nowhere fast.
Opening up the card, I read it was from Trey. It wasn’t from Wesley but it felt good to know that someone cared and was going hard for me.
“Was it that fine ass man that left up out of here that morning?” Jill pried. I rolled my eyes because I still didn’t like that she was on Wesley’s dick.
“No, I’m actually talking to someone else.”
Jill beamed “I always knew you had a little hoe in you!”
“Not even! I said, talking, not fucking.”
“Trust me, hes buying you edible arrangement
s, you’re going to be spreading your legs soon.”
“I’m so offended you think that low of me.”
Jill laughed. “Loosen up! It ain’t that deep You gotta live a little.”
“Sure…” I responded, placing the arrangement back on my desk and taking my seat.
As she left my office I took off the plastic, plucking a strawberry from the arrangement. Just as I imagined the fruit was so juicy, crisp and sweet making the gesture more pleasant.
Picking back up my phone I decided to FaceTime Trey to let him know how grateful I was for the arrangement. The run around I was giving him I was sure any other man would be tired of waiting around on me to even go on a date, but I didn’t want to rush into things, especially since I wasn’t sure where I wanted to stand when it came to Wesley.
When I placed my phone back down, it rung immediately. I answered because it was Trey.
“I just called you on FaceTime.”
I crinkled my forehead when I heard loud music blasting in the background. It sounded as if he was in a club.
“Yeah… I’m a little busy.”
“Do you want me to call back?” I asked. I swore I heard him sighing as if something was hurting him.
“Damn… nah… you good.”
“Oh… well I was calling to say thank you for the arrangement. It was very thoughtful.”
“Of course, anything for you.”
There was an awkward silence between us before I decided to hang up. Itwas weird as hell.
I skipped lunch so my fruit was great as a replacement meal while I finished up my work. By four Jill was gone leaving me alone in my office and I was still making sure each account under my brother and his friends were in good standing. It took a lot of work to make sure they’re money was traceable and clean. Somebody had to do it and I got paid well to make sure it was done.