“I need to go pick up Nanny B and make sure she’s okay,” Jaylin said to his kids. “Myra is going to keep good care of y’all while I’m gone, and it will only be for about thirty minutes. Be nice to her and stay out of trouble. If anybody needs me, call me.”
The children seemed so polite. They hugged their father and stood by the door as he made an exit. Afterward, they came over to the couch where I was. Jaylene was back with her cookies and teddy bear. She sat directly next to me.
“Myra is here to get to know daddy better,” she said to the others. She then introduced them one by one, but they didn’t say much, so Jaylene continued. “I already told her about daddy’s leg, but I guess she doesn’t believe me.”
Mackenzie rolled her eyes. “Jaylene, stop telling people that daddy has a fake leg. But what exactly is it that you want to know about our dad?”
Her eyes narrowed as she spoke, and to be honest, I didn’t like this little girl’s attitude. I knew how some kids were when it came to their parents dating, so I did my best not to trip.
“Nothing in particular, just . . . I just want to become good friends with him.”
“He already has enough friends,” LJ said then stood to bounce the basketball. The glass on some of the shelves started to rattle, and one of the pictures above the fireplace mantel fell and crashed to the floor.
I snapped my head to the side, almost ready to go off on him. “Uh, you may not want to bounce that ball in here. Why don’t you play with that outside?”
“You’re not his mother,” Jaylene hissed then pointed to her chest. “Because my mom is extra pretty and she looks nothing like you. She looks just like me.”
Good for her, I thought. I was taken aback by her snippiness too, but I remained cool, calm and collected. “Maybe she is pretty, but I don’t want anything else to break in here. Just cool out, until your father gets back.”
I got off the couch to pick up the broken picture frame. It was a picture of the oldest girl with Jaylin. She rushed up to me and took the picture from my hand, ripping it.
“Oh my God,” she said, looking down at the picture. “You ripped my picture! I can’t wait until my daddy gets back here so I can tell him that you ripped our picture!”
I was so annoyed. LJ was still in the background bouncing the ball, and the sound was starting to give me a headache. “I didn’t rip your picture. You ripped it, when you snatched it from my hand.”
“I did not,” she said, raising her voice. “You were jealous and you ripped it.”
“Jealous of what?” I snapped.
She stormed away, pouting. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and when the basketball crashed into the living room table, breaking the glass, I let LJ have it.
“See, I told you that would happen, didn’t I? You should have listened to me, when I told you to go outside with that ball.”
To no surprise, he ignored me and kept bouncing the ball. Jaylene slapped her hand over her mouth and pointed to me. She removed her hand then laughed. “Ooooo, you are in deep trouble, and as my daddy always says, there will be consequences. He gon’ get youuuuu, lady, he is going to spank you so hard!”
I pointed to my chest. “Get me? Get me for what, when your hardheaded brother over there is the one who broke it?”
“My name is LJ. Jaylin Rogers, number two.”
Was I being Punk’d by Ashton Kutcher or what? Had to be because kids didn’t come like this. Yet again, I put LJ in his place.
“I don’t give a damn what your name is. You’re the one who broke that table and you will be punished for doing so.”
They all laughed, including the little boy, Justin, who was walking around with a wet paintbrush in his hand. I was so busy with the other two kids that I didn’t notice red paint on the tip of his brush.
“Did I just hear her curse,” Mackenzie said, coming back into the room and appearing shocked by my words.
Jaylene confirmed it by quickly nodding like a bobble-head doll. “Yes, she did use the ‘d’ word and my daddy doesn’t allow bad words in the house.”
For the moment, I ignored them and rushed up to Justin who had already swiped the white sectional with red paint. “Give me that,” I said, reaching for the brush in his hand. “How . . . who gave that to you?”
After I took the brush, he carefully dropped to the floor so he wouldn’t injure himself, and then cried and threw a tantrum.
“See what you did,” Mackenzie said, helping Justin off the floor. “Don’t cry, Justin. Let’s go call Mama and tell her about this hoodrat over here.”
Who in the hell was she calling a hoodrat? Really? They left the room, but LJ stood gazing at me with the ball tucked underneath his arm. “If Scorpio gets here before my dad does, you gon’ get beat down. And this is for making my little brother cry.”
He lifted the ball over his head and threw it at the flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The TV screen cracked into several pieces. My jaw dropped and my eyes were wide as saucers. Jaylene cried out, and when I snapped my head to the side to look at her, tears streamed down her face. Her cheeks were beet red and her lips were poked out.
“Look what you did, LJ,” she said. “Now I won’t be able to watch my cartoons anymore. I can’t wait to tell . . . my daddy.”
LJ pointed to me. “She’s the one who made me do it. Don’t go blaming me. Blame her.”
Obviously, this little girl had a lot of faith in her daddy. Was he all that? She was working my damn nerves, as was the rest of them. With a mean mug on her face, Jaylene came up to me. She lifted her tiny foot, stomping it on mine. I’d be lying if I said it hurt, but since I didn’t say anything, she made her teddy bear stomp on my foot too.
“Go home,” she said. “We don’t want you here, and neither will my daddy, once he finds out you did all of this.”
What in the hell was wrong with these kids? They were the ones who did all of this crap, and they were not about to blame it on me. I shouted at LJ and Jaylene, as they left the room, hooting and hollering about how much trouble I was in.
“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that, won’t we?” I said.
I reached for my cell phone to call Jaylin and tell him about these bad-ass kids. Unfortunately, he didn’t answer. I was getting ready to leave him a message, until I heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen. I dropped my phone on the couch and ran into the kitchen. Jaylene was at it again; this time in the refrigerator, claiming that she was about to cook lunch. A broken mayonnaise jar was on the floor. I was kind enough to move her away from the glass, so she wouldn’t cut her feet.
“All I wanted was a tuna sandwich,” she said, staring at me with those tearful, gray eyes. “Why wouldn’t you make me one? We’re going to starve to death, and my daddy’s going to be real mad at you for killing us.”
“Let go of her arm,” LJ said, walking up to me. “You’re holding her arm too tight.”
By now, I was on edge and couldn’t control my attitude. I pointed my finger near his face and encouraged Miss Jaylene to listen up too. “If you wanted something to eat, you should have asked. Now, please do me a favor and go sit the hell down somewhere, before your father gets here. I just called him and he said he’s on his way.”
“And you believed him,” LJ said, laughing. “He’s not on his way, nor did he go see what was up with Nanny B.”
I was shocked. Did he know something that I didn’t? Was this all in Jaylin’s plan? I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but before I could say anything else, I felt a sharp pain in my toe. When I looked down, I noticed that some of the glass from the Mayo jar had sliced my foot. I bent over to see how deep the cut was, and that was when Jaylene snatched the lace-front wig from my head. She ran off with it, twirling it around and giggling.
“Look! We got another doggy! He’s big and furry.”
I stood and charged after that little girl. God help her, if I caught up with her. Her ass was mine and I was going to teach her something that her mama and dad
dy should have taught her.
“Come here, you little—”
Jaylene screamed as I chased her around the house. The whole time, she didn’t dare depart with that teddy bear and I couldn’t believe how fast she was. I was out of breath as I climbed the stairs to go after her, and when I looked downstairs into the living room, Mackenzie and LJ stood there laughing. Justin was decorating the couch again, and red handprints were everywhere.
“That’s it,” I said, throwing my hands in the air. “I’m out. Y’all too damn bad for me.”
I made my way down the stairs and back into the living room. By then, Mackenzie had my cell phone in her hands, looking through my pictures.
“Yucky,” she said. “I hope my daddy hasn’t seen those naked pictures of you. That’s nasty.”
“Yo Mama.” I snatched the phone from her hand, knowing what kinds of pictures I had on there. I then tucked my purse underneath my arm and limped my way to the door.
“I’m sure you all are old enough to take care of yourselves. Good luck and good riddance!”
“Don’t leave without your doggy!” Jaylene said, tossing my wig over the upstairs railing. “Weeeee.”
The wig landed on the couch, and realizing how tangled my real hair was, I rushed over to the couch to get my wig. As I reached for it, Justin reached for it too. We played a game of tug-a-war, and I couldn’t believe how strong that little boy was.
“No,” he shouted, cried and stomped his feet. “Gimmie my doggy back.”
“Look, sweetie, this is not a dog. This is mine and I want you to let it go right now.”
“She’s making him cry again,” Mackenzie said. “I wish my mother would hurry up and get here, and my daddy will hurt anyone who makes his kids cry.”
I was so freaking tired of hearing about their daddy. I surrendered my wig to Justin and turned to Mackenzie. “You know what? Fuck your daddy, okay? This is some B.S.—”
Right after I said that, the door came open and in walked Jaylin. Next to him was an older lady who looked to be in her fifties or sixties. Their eyes scanned the room that looked as if a hurricane had blown through it, leaving behind dabs of red paint.
Jaylin narrowed his eyes to look at me then he started to stroke his goatee—hard. “Fuck me,” he said. “You come over here, destroy my house and disrespect my kids, but fuck me?”
Jaylene ran up to him, crying and sobbing as if the world was coming to an end. “She . . . she was mean to us, Daddy. And look at what she did to my teddy bear. The one you bought me when I was born.”
The teddy bear now had one eye and cotton was busting out from the stomach and ears. I hadn’t even touched her teddy bear, but the evil look in Jaylin’s eyes let me know that he believed her.
“Uh, to hell with that teddy bear,” I said, looking around the room. “Look at what they did to your couch, the TV and your table. I told them—”
“Get the fuck out of here!” he yelled with thick wrinkles on his forehead. “Now! Before I do something I’m going to regret!”
The woman next to him rubbed his back, asking for him to calm down. “It’ll be okay, Jaylin. She got one minute to leave, or we’ll call the police. You can sue her for the damages later, and I’m sure you will recoup every single dime.”
I put my hand on my hip and shook my head. “Seriously, though. Sue me for what? Nigga, these bad-ass kids of yours are the ones who did this and you need to be finding a belt to spank their bleep-bleep-bleep-bleep-bleep!”
The all appeared shocked by my choice of words, but I didn’t care. LJ stepped up to Jaylin, shrugging his shoulders. “What have you always told me about ghetto girls with foul mouths and who refer to us as the “n” word? Don’t trip, dad. She wasn’t your type anyway, and Mom looks waaay better than she does. Stick with who you got, cause this lady is coo-coo.”
I wanted to scream and choke somebody. How did I ever manage to get myself in a situation like this one? The next fine man I saw, I intended to keep it moving.
I ignored everyone else and looked at Jaylin. “This has been a very traumatic experience for me, and I will never, ever reach out to you again.” I stormed toward the door, and on my way out, the old woman grabbed me by my arm. She cleared her throat then delivered a forced smile.
“For the record, there’s only one woman allowed in this house. You’re looking at her, so don’t ever come here again, unless I invite you.”
I snatched away from her and ran outside to get into my car. Wigless and all, I sped off thinking to hell with Jaylin Rogers and his millions. I wanted no parts of his world, and it was a damn shame that things just didn’t work out. I was sure his kids were happy about that.
RIGHT PLACE, WRONG TIME
By Ashley Benton
This never would have happened, had I not been lonely and deprived. While my husband, Chris, thought that money was key to saving our failing marriage, it wasn’t. I truly didn’t believe that having all the money in the world would turn our situation around. I made that very clear to him, but whenever I mentioned something about our chaotic marriage, he ignored me.
What I wanted was simple. That consisted of a man who catered to me and provided great sex. Since Chris and I hadn’t gone there in about three months, I was forced to turn elsewhere. And who would have thought that the man I’d been reading about in books would deliver in a major way. I’d met him while kicking it with some of my friends, and his, on his yacht. The party was off the chain. I was so captured by Jaylin Rogers that I slipped him my number that night. He reached out at the right time, and the rest was history.
I sat back on the bed, holding myself up with my elbows. My butterscotch colored naked body was dotted with numerous beads of sweat. My eyes scrolled down the tall, handsome man that stood before me. His entire body was crafted to near perfection. Abs were stacked with muscles, broad shoulders resembled a linebackers and his delicious, nine-inch dick pointed in my direction. My legs fell apart, and the gates to my moist haven welcomed him. I could already feel my juices flowing through the crack of my ass, even though Jaylin hadn’t laid one finger on me. My hairless slit puckered at him, and as I opened my legs even wider, my swollen clit played a few seconds of peek-a-boo. Jaylin’s sexy eyes zoned in. His tongue traveled from one corner of his mouth to the other, as he licked his lips. He didn’t blink. He didn’t move. All he did was stare. I could tell he was hungry for me; I was more than eager to give him something tasteful to eat.
Jaylin inched forward while stroking his heavy meat. He massaged it. Pulled it. Squeezed it and made it grow even longer. Almost immediately, I felt my pussy wanting to erupt like a volcano. It had a slow beat that picked up with every step that Jaylin took forward. As he kneeled on the bed, the room fell silent. My breathing halted. My eyes fluttered and my legs started to slightly tremble. He gave them a soft pat, and then he reached out to examine me. While on his knees, he slipped two of his fingers inside of my heated, sopping wet pussy. He stretched it from left to right, pulling it apart so he could search deeper—deeper with the object of his choice. He lowered his face between my legs, and I could smell my sweet juices infuse the air. He sucked in a deep breath and gazed at me with a Crest smile displayed on his face.
“Your pussy is top notch, baby,” he said. “Are you ready for me?”
I slowly nodded. And when his soft lips touched my shaky legs to calm them, my firm breasts rose. A deep arch formed in my back; my stomached tightened. Jaylin planted a trail of soft kisses against my shapely thighs, along my hipbone and against the tip of my slit. As he added pressure with his mouth, I welcomed him inside by spreading my pussy lips. My clit gave him a quick hello, and it wasn’t long before he washed his tongue right over it. His circles started off slow. With each second, his tongue picked up great speeds. The arch in my back grew higher. I could feel a blast of heat transpiring from the tips of my toes, all the way to my vagina. It started to make noises. Noises that let Jaylin know how aroused I really was. He backed his tongue away fro
m my pearl and lightly licked it against my folds. I wanted to suck him right in, but he always encouraged me to be patient. Patient I was, until he dipped his velvety tongue further inside, causing me to gasp. My fists tightened, and I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. Almost in slow motion, I dropped back on the pillow, causing my wavy, long hair to spread all over it. I closed my fluttering eyes and thought about how thankful I was for Jaylin Rogers. He specialized in giving pleasure—that was so obvious by the way he toyed with my insides.
“I love this,” I whispered as his tongue journeyed further inside of me. “Right there, Jay Baby, right there!”
He moved beyond there. His tongue traveled deep within, tickling every spot that he touched. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Even thought about jumping for joy, but I didn’t dare move away from the amazing feeling that was taking over my body. His tongue slithered in and out of me, as if it were a warm dick. His fingers assisted, and as he gestured them in a come-here motion, my heavy, sweet glaze covered them. He licked my cream from his fingers then inserted them again. His rotations became more rhythmic, more satisfying. I grinded my hips and was unable to lye still from his touch. His thumb brushed against my clit, and within a matter of seconds, I rained on his fingers. I squirted his lips and covered his mouth with a buildup of my excitement.
“More.” I was barely able to catch my breath. “Dammit, give me more!”
Jaylin inched away from me and smiled. He was arrogant and confident at the same time. He knew I was a horny bitch, and since I’d reached my first climax, he knew exactly where to venture next.
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