Rags to Riches: My Thug Angel 2

by Andrea Sad'e

  “Good morning,” she said before going to the kitchen.

  “Good morning,” I said, looking down at my iPad and trying to concentrate on something else. She walked over to the fridge and bent over so far that I could see her pussy lips slip out of each side of her shorts.

  Oh my God, I thought to myself. My man started to rise without my permission. I quickly looked down, trying to calm myself. She sat down at the table by me and started to eat her food. After about five minutes, she started crying. Oh hell no, I thought in my head.

  “You okay?” I asked her.

  “I’m just so alone. I have to deal with everything alone. I’ve been kidnapped, raped, and killed my own mother within the same fuckin month. My boyfriend is always gone, my best friend has her own issues. I have nobody to run to. Tell me, would you be alright?”

  “I’m sorry all that has happened. I would tell you to go talk to someone, but I’m sure you probably don’t trust anyone like that.”

  “I trust you,” she said, looking up at me. I cleared my throat and sat up at the table

  “I mean, you have to protect me every day, so I have to trust you. Right?” I smiled, finding it cute how she was trying to make light of her comment she made.

  “So are you going anywhere today?”

  “No I took off work for two weeks to try to get myself together.”

  “I understand.” She walked up the stairs with her ass hanging out of her shorts. “Lord, please get me through these three days,” I prayed to myself.

  Rayna

  “Wow,” I said, looking at my clock and noticing that I had slept the entire day away. I said I was only taking a nap around two o’clock, and I ended up sleeping until ten. I’d been really tired since I got home. I got out of the bed and walked into my bathroom, getting in the shower. I let the water run on me for a while before actually washing my body. I put my head under the water and washed my hair. I got out and lotioned my body with Jergens lotion. I put on my red Victoria’s Secret boyshort set. I walked to the closet and got out some sweatpants and a wife beater. I squeezed my hair with a towel and put it up into a bun. I opened my door and walked downstairs. I opened the fridge. I heard the guest door open, and Rico came out putting his shirt over his head, but not before I got a glance at his muscular build.

  “My God,” I said under my breath.

  “You good?” he asked, looking me in the eyes and waiting for a response.

  “Yea I’m straight, are the cameras on right now?” I asked him.

  “Nah, I turned them off so they could be replaced. The indoor cameras are all messed up, so I took them out until I replace them. The package should be here within the next few days. Why?”

  “No reason, just asking.”

  “Whatever you say,” he said, turning to go back into the guest room. I went upstairs and stripped out of my clothes. I grabbed my phone and checked my messages from Ace. “Oh my fucking goodness,” I said, having a mini heart attack and screaming to the top of my lungs.

  Ace

  I landed in Cali and as soon as I got there, her drivers came to pick me up. We went to pick Veronica. She got thirsty as soon as she got in the fucking car.

  “Hey daddy,” she purred, pushing her titties up on me.

  “Wassup ma,” I said, pushing her off of me in the nicest way possible.

  “Why are you always so uptight?” she asked with a stank ass look on her face

  “Why you always so forward? Maybe if you made niggas work for it, they would be a little more curious. But me, I’m not interested. Let’s do business,” I said, making it clear that I wanted no dealings with that pussy. We headed back to the hotel.

  “Meet me down here at nine for drinks. We’ll talk business.” I blew out aggravated.

  “Alright” I got my key and went up to my room. I hopped in the shower, then passed out in the bed. I was tired as fuck.

  I woke up at eight thirty, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and got dressed in my Burberry pants and Burberry shirt with a pair of tan Louie shoes. I left out of the door and headed downstairs. I got downstairs and went to the bar, where Veronica was seated with all of her cleavage out.

  “This bitch is loony,” I said to myself before sitting down.

  “What would you like to drink?”

  “Crown and coke is fine.”

  “Can I get a crown and coke please?” she asked the bartender, sliding him an extra tip.

  Veronica

  I dropped the bartender a few hundred dollars before Ace got here to drop some of my love potion in his drink. The bartender handed him his drink, and he started to drink it.

  “So what’s up? What haven’t we discussed already that you needed to talk about so badly?” he asked me, acting like he was aggravated.

  “Let’s finish our drinks, and then we’ll talk.

  “Cool,” he said, picking up his drink. I watched him down his full glass, and I felt a sense of fulfillment because I knew what I was about to get—something I had wanted since the first time I met him.

  His head started to sway. “Are you okay?”

  “Yea, I’m good.”

  “Do you need my bodyguards to help you to your room?” I asked him.

  “No, I’m good,” he said, wiping his forehead like he knew something was wrong. “What the fuck did you put in my drink?”

  “I didn’t put anything in your drink. It came straight from the bartender. You saw that.”

  “Something ain’t r-right,” he said, starting to close his eyes a little bit. “Here, let me have my bodyguards take you to your room,” I said, snapping my fingers at my bodyguards; they escorted him to the elevator with me following close behind. When we got upstairs to his room door, they got his key out of his pocket and opened his door, taking him into his room and placing him on his bed.

  “I got it from here,” I told them. I got his phone out of his pocket and slid it to unlock it. I took pictures of me kissing him and me lying under his arms, and even one of his man downstairs and sent it off to that little girlfriend of his.

  “I bet she’ll like that,” I laughed aloud.

  “What are you doing?” he asked groggily.

  “Just be cool,” I said, unzipping his pants and putting him in my mouth. He quickly became erect and I got on top of him, feeling him enter my cave.

  “Ahhhhhh shit,” I moaned out while I rode him like it was gonna be the last time I ever had sex. It felt so good to finally have him.

  Enrico

  I heard a scream, and immediately ran out of the guest room and up the stairs. I heard panicking, so I moved slowly around the door and saw Rayna in a red lace boyshort set, with her phone in her hand going ballistic. I ran up to her.

  “Are you okay?” She dropped her phone and I picked it up, looking at the pictures on the phone. It was so crazy to be in this situation again, because my wife Layla went through the same thing with her ex-husband Jayce. I snapped back from my thoughts because she started throwing things all across the room.

  “You have got to stop or you’re going to hurt yourself,” I said to her calmly. She continued to throw things so I grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her tightly but not too tight. Her chest heaved up and down.

  “Let me go,” she said in a tired tone.

  “Not if you gon’ be fucking shit up,” I said calmly.

  “I won’t,” she said. I let go and she ran to the bathroom. I sat in the chair waiting for her to finish, just in case she decided to get irrational again. She came walking out still only in her boyshorts and a bra.

  “You okay?” I asked her. She came and sat down by me.

  “Is there something wrong with me? The only thing anybody has ever done is hurt me.” I just looked at her, examining her closely.

  “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. People do things for their own reasons. It’s going to be his problem in the long run, so why are you making it yours? Plus, you never know what really happened anyways.” She gave me a sta
le face.

  “Nigga it’s live and in color! What more do I need?” I got quiet, so she looked up at me. She stood up and walked over to me, standing in between my legs.

  “Don’t you think you need to back up?”

  “Don’t you think you need to shut the fuck up?” she said, straddling my lap

  “Listen. Rayn-” She kissed my lips, and it was mesmerizing. She put her hands in my crotch area.

  “Fuck” I can’t do this man, this shit ain’t right. I can’t do my boy and my wife like this.” I felt my manhood start to rise. “Get up,” I said, standing up and pushing her off.

  “What the fuck,” she said, falling to the floor. I started to walk out the room as she started following me and pulling at my clothes.

  “Don’t act like that, I know you want me. Stop playing, Rico,” she said in an angry but seductive tone. I looked at her in that red lace set and tried to turn around and walk away, because something told me that if I stayed right here, I would end up doing exactly what she wanted me to.

  “You fuckin pussy,” she said, following me down the stairs. I stayed quiet and kept walking. She threw something at me that grazed my head. I turned around.

  “Bitch, are you fucking stupid” I yelled, running up the stairs and pushing her against the wall. “You really got some fucking nerve, you just don't know what I will do to you,” I spoke, pissed off at her childish antics.

  “You got five seconds to let me fucking go,” she spoke, seeping with anger from my tight grip. I looked into her eyes, softening my grip as I let her go before I did something I would regret. Before I had a chance to react, Rayna’s arms were around my neck as her lips crashed into mine. The kiss was so intense that when I realized what was happening, her legs were wrapped around my waist as I lifted her up so she was straddling me once again as I sat on the stair steps. Her hands rubbed up and down my chest as she removed my shirt, grinding her womanhood onto my now hardened penis

  “Fuck, this shit ain’t right, Rayna,” I spoke between moans. “But it feels right, we both want the same thing, let’s be happy again if only for one night,” Rayna spoke, sucking on my neck; the sad part was she was right. I wasn’t happy with Layla, and if only for one night I needed this shit. Without one last thought, I flipped Rayna over and ripped her laced boyshorts from her body as I rubbed my finger up and down her clitoris, her juices soaked my finger. Without wasting any more time, I released my manhood and entered her world. At first I began with slow, soft strokes as she moaned like I was killing her. I arched her back, making her put her ass higher in the air the way I liked.

  “Ricoooo!” she screamed out.

  “Callarse y tomarlo (shut up and take it),” I said, unable to control my words at the moment.

  “I am taking it,” she moaned out.

  “Barely,” I said under my breath, flipping her on her back. I put her knees by her head, giving me more access to her walls. I went deeper and she instantly got louder. I started giving her slow, long strokes while playing with her freshly shaved pussy, and she started going nuts.

  “Give me more,” she said sexily, and I gave her all ten inches of my manhood. I moved my hips in one direction to another until she got louder.

  “My spot. You’re hitting my spooot,” she sung. I kept hitting her spot until her juices were all over my manhood, making it glisten. Her pussy was the definition of a snapper.

  “Fuck,” I said concentrating and trying not to bust but it had been so long since I fucked, and her pussy was out of this world. Five minutes later, I filled her with my warm liquid and pulled out of her.

  “Fuck,” I said, pulling my pants up. She kissed me on my cheek before grabbing her clothes and going to her room door. I couldn’t even lie, she had some good ass pussy; she did some shit that I ain’t never even felt before, but then I started to think about how hurt Layla would be about all this and I felt bad; but I had stood by her for so long, even on the countless occasions I’ve come home to her crying over his picture. No sex, no intimacy. What was a man supposed to do? I walked into the guest room and straight to the bathroom, washing her scent off of me.

  “What the fuck have I gotten myself into?”

  I washed and got out of the shower. I dried off and put my sweatpants on. I walked out of the bathroom and she was laying in my bed with nothing but a towel on. My dick stood at attention.

  This is going to be a long ass night, I thought to myself, sliding on to the bed and pecking her lips. Something about her.

  Chapter 10:

  Ace

  I woke up with a killer headache, not even remembering how I got here last night. I rubbed my eyes, clearing my vision, and that is when I realized that I wasn’t in the bed alone.

  “What the fuck?” I said aloud when I saw that it was Veronica. I got up looking for my phone. I unlocked my phone and immediately saw pictures that I had no recollection of taking, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had sent them to Rayna. I wanted to call her, but I think this would be better discussed in person.

  “Veronica!” I yelled angrily. I was ready to fuck this bitch up on the house.

  “Yes,” she said groggily.

  “Why the fuck would you do this? And why the FUCK are you in my damn bed?”

  “You don’t remember?” she said, smirking.

  “Fuck no, so I need you to start talking.”

  “Well, we fucked. Not much more to say.”

  “No, fuck no, I would never fuck you.”

  “I guess that drink hit the spot, huh,” she said, feeling like she was untouchable. I walked over to her, wrapping my hands around her neck.

  “What the fuck did you do?” I said through clenched teeth. She struggled to breathe, looking like a fish out of water. “I knew I should have never done business with your psychotic ass!” I yelled, dropping her and walking out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

  I landed back in Atlanta hours later, feeling like shit. My head was hurting along with my stomach. I waited for my car to come around and hopped in heading home, not knowing what to expect because Rayna hadn’t called me about the incident. Maybe the pictures hadn’t reached her phone or something. I don’t know, I just had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I drove for a little while longer before reaching my gates. They opened and I drove in. Security greeted me, and I walked inside my house. Rayna and Rico were sitting at the table waiting for the chefs to finish lunch. Rico looked up from his iPad.

  “Wassup Ace, how was the trip?” he said, dapping me up.

  “Horrible,” I said, looking past him at Rayna, who had her head down. I’m guessing she was beyond angry with me. “Rayna, can I talk to you upstairs please?”

  “Yeah,” she said, getting up from the table and walking up the stairs. She walked in the room and I closed the door, staring down at her and trying to figure out how I was going to explain all of this.

  “I know you saw those pictures that were sent to you last night.”

  “I did,” she said, sitting on the sofa. “Explain,” she said, raising her eyebrow at me and waiting for a response. She was so damn calm with it though, and that was strange because her attitude was usually out of this world when she felt disrespected.

  “I don’t remember much. We were at the bar discussing business, and after that it’s like I blacked out. I don’t remember anything else.”

  “So you got drunk with a bitch you barely know?” she said, squinting her eyes.

  “Rayna, I only had one drink. That’s why this shit ain’t adding up. I woke up with her naked in my bed and a condom on. I don’t remember shit that happened, but by the things she was saying the next morning I’m beyond sure that she put something in my drink. I choked her to the point where I almost took her life.”

  She looked at me sideways for a few seconds. “Okay,” she said, like she didn’t have a care in the world.

  “Okay?” I said, feeling that she must have mistaken what she said.

  “Yea, okay.
You had no control over what was done.” This shit was weirding me out.

  “You forgive me?”

  “Yes, Anthony,” she mumbled.

  “Prove it,” I said, bending down and looking her in her eyes. She kissed me passionately, causing me to want more. I laid her down on the couch and opened her legs. “Are those hickeys on your thighs?” I asked, about to get angry.

  “No. When I was with Chris and Karen, T-they,” she said, getting choked up. “It’s okay. My bad, just forget it,” I said, feeling bad for even bringing something like that up right now. I laid on top of her and started kissing her lips. I grabbed her leg and placed it behind my back. “Daddy’s home,” I said, kissing her neck.

  We went at it for about thirty minutes before we climaxed together. Laying down, I felt like something was different with her, but maybe I was just still shocked at how she reacted to my news about Veronica. Yeah, that must be it. I looked over, and she was fast asleep. I pulled her close to me and let sleep take over me.

  Chapter 11:

  Gena

  “Hello to you too,” I said as Slick barged through my door.

  “Girl, ain’t nobody stun yo ass,” he said, sitting down on the couch. “Where is my princess?” he asked, looking around.

  “She’s taking a nap, my nigga.” Just as that left my mouth, I heard her crying “Damn, she must have smelled yo black ass.” He got up and went into her room; she came out with her little six-month chunky face balled up.

  “Hey mama,” her daddy said, holding her up and looking her in her eyes. Her whole face lit up and she started smiling, letting slob fall over her dad’s face. “Ewwwwww Kenyah,” he said, wiping his face with his hand. “You better be glad I love you, girl,” he said, kissing her cheeks. “I want to take her to the zoo,” he said, looking at me.

  “Okay, well you can take her on your day. Today she’s with me,” I answered with attitude in my voice.

  “Well, let’s just take her together then since you want to be queen asshole. You ain’t got shit else to do, and she needs to get out of the house.” I looked at him sideways for a second.