Nic kept walking and went up the stairs, obviously to see Kendrick. Paris rolled her eyes, upset that she didn't get a reaction out of Nic. Although I couldn't stand Nic, she was still my blood and Paris pissed me off trying to embarrass her.
"You think I could get Kendreeis?" I asked, waiting to hear their thoughts and trying to move the focus from Paris and her lies.
"Girl all these niggas are the same, just wear a sexy outfit and they'll be begging you to sit on it."
I smiled at the thought. Tia and I planned to catch them slipping while working late one night. We'd tape it and then show it to Nic and Morgan. I wanted to fuck all four of them including Kayden, just to be sure I locked one down. I had a purse full of condoms with holes poked in them. I got excited just thinking about my potential baby daddies. Kayden would be a little harder, because he was never around where I would get him alone. Anytime I saw him, that bitch Christy was all in his face. Kendon loved a freak. All I needed was to show him I was the ultimate. Gina told Tia and I that she used to literally let Kayden, Khayman, and Kendon fuck her back to back. They would literally pass her ass around. I planned to do the same, except I was gon’ be smarter and use my faulty condoms. I would pin the baby on whoever I wanted when the time came. Since Tia was so hung up on Kendrick, I would try to get a threesome going. Wouldn't that be crazy if Nic and I's children were siblings? I chuckled out loud at the thought. Shit was about to get real.
Chapter Eight: Kendrick
I was looking over some stuff when Nic knocked on the door and came in with my son.
"Hey beautiful!" I greeted her.
She looked a little upset, but like she was trying to hide it. "Bring my little man here."
She brought him over to me and I kissed his fat cheeks, making him giggle. Thank God I had a swing in my office to put him in. He left so much stuff here that my office was one of a nanny, not a kingpin.
As KJ was rocking in his swing, I motioned for Nic to come here. She walked over and I pulled her in my lap. She looked good as hell.
"Damn, you look good ma," I said, checking her out. She half smiled. "What's wrong?" I asked, noticing she was bothered.
"I overheard Paris talking about you. Saying you had good dick. I wanted to beat her ass, but I had the baby," she frowned, and I clenched my jaw ‘cause I was mad as fuck. I knew she said that shit purposely. I had something for her ass.
"It was so embarrassing," Nic said as she attempted to get off my lap, but I stopped her. "Why did you have to sleep around?" she asked, looking in my eyes.
I felt like shit all over again, but that hoe had another thing coming if she thought she was gon’ be embarrassing my girl. "I'm sorry Nic. I promise I been 100% since then. I don't want you trying to leave me again," I said, kissing her collar bone. "I love you, and I'm gon’ check her ass."
I put my hand through her shirt since it was open exposing her stomach, to hold her and feel her skin. I leaned down and kissed and bit her belly button ring.
"Kendrick!" she chuckled.
"You can't be dressing like this, making me want to put another baby in you. Come here," I said, pulling her close and kissing her.
This kiss was getting freaky as fuck, making my dick hard. I started to reach down in her pants when my door opened and Paris appeared. We stopped kissing, but I didn't move my hand from the top of Nic's jean shorts.
"Yes Paris?" I frowned.
"I was uh, wondering if tonight was free lap dance night?" she asked. I wanted to bust her shit for coming up here with that dumb ass question. It was Tuesday night, and free lap dance night was Thursdays and it never changed.
"Since when has free lap dance night been on a damn Tuesday?" I asked, irritated.
"Oh you right my bad," she said, still standing there. She kept glancing at Nic, me, and my hand going down her pants.
"You can leave Paris. I'm busy."
Before she could close the door good, my tongue was back down Nic's throat. I stood her up and started to unbutton her jean shorts. I looked behind her and was happy to see KJ sleep. I pulled her thong and shorts down, bent down and kissed her stomach, and French kissed her pussy a little bit, causing her to moan. I turned her around and leaned her on my desk. I lifted and spread her ass cheeks and started devouring her pussy from the back.
"Kendrick, baby. Aahhhh!" she cried out.
She came twice, and I licked her clean. I brought her back down on my lap and inserted two of my fingers into her opening. I put my other hand on her lower back to hold her in place. She was straddling me, so I had her legs open just enough. I pounded into her with my fingers, and she moaned out but kept it low as to not wake the baby.
"You ready for daddy to be inside you?" She shook her head yes. "Say it."
"Yes daddy. I'm ready. I want to feel you," she moaned.
I pulled my 11 inches out and stroked it a little bit. I lifted her up by putting her thighs on my forearms and sat her down on it, inch by inch. Her moan turned me on. She was so wet; I was ready to bust as soon as I was all the way in.
"You're so big," she moaned.
I was lifting her up and bringing her down slowly as I sucked her nipples and played with her nipple rings. I kept doing that, but sped up and she came in no time. She was shaking.
"I can't take no more," she moaned as her tight pussy throbbed around my dick.
I put her legs on my shoulders and started ramming into her. That shit was feeling so good I didn't care who walked in–I was not fucking stopping. The sound of our skin smacking against each other had me ready to bust. I pumped into her and circled around a bit before pulling out, and she came hard as hell. I sped back up and came so hard I jerked with her.
"Let's get married Friday," I told her as I bit her lip.
"Finally," she smiled.
We kissed and kissed with my dick still inside. The feeling of her throbbing on it turned me on. By Friday, she would be Mrs. King.
Chapter Eight: Paris Knight
I hated that bitch Nic. I was here way before her young ass came along. I was 23 and stripping to make ends meet. I had my own place, car, and anything else I needed. When the King Brothers opened this club, I was asked to be one of the first employees along with Gina and July. I agreed of course, because I was so in love with Kendrick and I still am. Yes, I fell for a younger guy. Smfh. We used to hang out all the time. Me, him, Gina, July, and his cousins and brothers. Those were some good times. We fucked nonstop, and I was sure that when he was ready to settle down I would be the one. Yeah I had fucked other dudes, but that's because he said I could and sometimes I had to do what I needed to do to get a bill or two paid.
When I got word that he was chasing after some young bitch, I assumed it would be short lived and he would move on once he got the pussy. That's how it had always been. Kendrick would meet some new bitch, fuck her a couple times, then be right back to me. I'd be fucking him the whole time he was "with them" anyway. I was sadly wrong in this case with Nic. Over time, the news kept getting worse and my heart broke more and more. I checked his Instagram and they had matching bottom diamond grills. He captioned it "Mr. & Mrs. King." That was the second time he posted her, but the first time I realized she was the girl I had heard about. The first time he posted her was for WCW, and I thought she was Naya Rivera, so I shrugged it off. Kendrick never posted a bitch on his Instagram. You know I checked hers, and she had videos of them acting silly together and dinners they went on. I was physically ill.
When I saw he brought her to his home he thought I didn't know about, I knew it was something more. I had never been in that house and was never invited. The only reason I knew about it was because I followed Khayman there one day. I was so hurt the day I found out he had a crib I'd never been to. I really thought he loved me. In the past, I just chucked it up to his lifestyle and paranoia, but seeing little Lolita there made me come to an uneasy realization. Then he bought her a car, then I found out she lived there with him. Then the baby and the proposal! I know I
wasn't there for the proposal, but I always kept my ears open. Trenton told July Kendrick proposed to Nic and I cried for hours. As for the pregnancy, he posted a pic of her sitting on his lap and they both had on black ski masks. It was captioned "My baby mama and I. #BabyKingOnTheWay" I clicked the comments for clarification and saw all the congrats comments. I threw up for real that night. This bitch was the first to have a baby by the King's. Last bitch that did was Kendrick's mother, Camia. I had to think of something. I contemplated murdering her, but Kendrick and his people were too smart. He wouldn't stop until he found who did it, and I wasn't too good at covering my tracks enough to not get caught up. My goal was to get the man I loved and that wouldn't do it.
***
I walked into work, and I was happy because I saw his car parked outside. I didn't see his bitch's Audi truck, so I knew she wasn't here. When I walked in on them kissing, it made me so queasy. To hear about them is one thing, but to see it live was just too much. I stayed by the door and started to hear him give her my dick. I walked away in tears. I was jealous of their family. I always wanted to have Kendrick's baby, but no matter how high or drunk we got, he always remembered to strap up. I tried convincing him not to once, and he choked my ass for trying to play him as he put it. I had gotten pregnant by other dudes, but I aborted them ‘cause I only wanted to have Kendrick's babies. I headed up to his office and knocked on the door.
"Just the person I wanted to see," he said, turning away from his computer. I looked at the baby toys pushed into a corner and wanted to throw up. I loved him so much it made me physically sick to see signs of his other family.
"You wanted to see me? I wanted to see you too," I smirked at the thought of him dicking me down.
"Sit down Paris," he spat.
He was upset and I was scared as hell. When Kendrick got mad, he got mad as hell and no one wanted to be present when he was. He got up and sat on the edge of his desk. His cologne invaded my nostrils, and I wanted him to just hold me. He was so gorgeous. Toffee skin, dimples, dark green eyes, 6 foot– any woman that wasn't attracted to Kendrick Dreaux King was a hater or lesbian.
"You think you funny?" he asked, frowning.
"What you me–"
"You commenting on my dick when my girl walked by! I know you did that shit on purpose!" His voice made me jump, and I almost pissed myself.
"That never happened!"
"So she lying?" he smirked evilly, which scared me.
"It's not fair Kendrick!! I was the one holding you down way before she came around!" I yelled. I was crying by this time.
"Held me down?! How in the entire fuck did you hold me down?! Please explain. I'm listening," he said, putting his hand behind his ear and waiting for me to talk.
"I starting working here for you, anytime you needed some pussy I gave it to you–"
He laughed so loud, cutting me off. "Are you crazy, Paris? You think that's holding me down?! Giving me some pussy and working at a club that pays your bills? You not working here for free, and you damn sure need the money. Was it holding me down when you was fucking any nigga with a knot of cash in their pockets?" he inquired.
"No, but Kendrick you fucked other bitches too, and plus you said I could smash other guys. I love you and you know this is where you want to be!"
He smiled, flashing his perfect pearly whites and dimples. "Paris, I have a girl. Whom I love very much. Too much maybe. I love her more than you can imagine. That's where I want to be. That's who holds me down. Cooking me dinner and taking care of my baby all while finishing homework she has to do. Not out here fucking on other niggas just ‘cause they flash money in her face. That's who I want to be with. Not you. You knew that from jump. I'm not sure where or how you got confused along the way, but I'm disproving or confirming that it was never in the cards for you and I. You was just some pussy when there was no other pussy. It was plenty of bitches I was smashing besides you, like you said. But at times you was easier to get when I didn't feel like doing too much for it. Now if you ever feel bold and want to make comments about my dick or our little rendezvous we had in the past, I'm gon’ knock your fucking teeth out and send you home to your mama in separate body bags."
"Kendrick what happened to us?" I cried.
He stood up off the edge of his desk. "There is and never was no fucking us, Paris! What are you not getting? You three years older than me, but acting like you three years old! You and I were never nothing. After I skeeted in you, you never crossed my fucking mind! Don’t you see that?! When you go home at night, don't think of me, don't text me, don't call me unless it's about work! Don't touch me, don't look at me, don't smile at me, don't breathe my air, just get the fuck on!" he yelled loud as hell.
I sat there looking like the scream mask. The man that I loved. The things he just said to me. He really loved that young hoe. It took every muscle in my body to keep from crying like a newborn baby.
"I'm pregnant!" I lied.
"Well congratulations to you and the father, now get the fuck out before I fire your ass! Matter fact, don't move. Nic is coming up in a bit and you about to apologize."
"Kendrick I–"
"The fuck I just say?!" he said, grabbing my arm and throwing me back down into the chair.
Nic knocked lightly and walked in. She had on army green skinny jeans that were ripped at the knee, high heeled sandal shoes in camel, and a black crop top that was a short sleeved turtleneck. Her long dark hair was pushed all to one side, and her make-up was flawless. She wore nude lip gloss as usual. Her ring finger had that big ass 13 carat diamond engagement ring, and her belly button charm was iced the fuck out too. She was beautiful, but she was a young soft hoe and I didn't see why he was interested.
"Kendrick what the fuck?!" she yelled, gesturing towards me.
"Baby she has something to say," he said in a nice tone.
She would never know he was just in here man handling me and cursing me the fuck out. He grabbed her small waist, towered over her and kissed her, making her smile. I saw his name tatted on her lower back. This bitch was silly for this nigga; I could tell.
I realized she was staring, waiting for me to talk. I cleared my throat. "Um, I just wanted to uhm… say that…uh..." I looked at Kendrick, and his jaw was clenched. I didn't want to get choked out or anything, so I got to it.
"I’m sorry Ni–"
"Mrs. King," he cut me off to say.
"I'm sorry Mrs. King, for being disrespectful to you the other day when you walked through the club. Please forgive my stupidity." My mouth watered like I was going to vomit after calling her Mrs. King.
She smirked. "Well Paris, I don't accept ya hoe ass apology but I will tell you this. If I catch your desert thirsty ass in my nigga's office one more fucking time I'm gon’ break my foot off in your Brazilian butt lift ass. From here on out, I don't want to hear the name Kendrick come out your mouth. I don't give a fuck if you talking about Kendrick Lamar, you better google a picture on your phone so they know who you talking about instead of saying his name." She then pointed to Kendrick, "This nigga right here is my nigga, and that's how I want you to think of him. Not Kendrick King but Nic's man. Say it with me, hoe."
"Nic's man." We said in unison.
"Good doggy. Now get your grand canyon pussy having ass to work Lassie, before I stump a mud puddle in you with my Cavalli's," she finished and sat down.
Kendrick and I's jaws were on the floor. I couldn't believe this young bitch just read my ass for blood, and clearly neither could Kendrick. Danielle always said she was a powder puff bitch and wouldn't bust a grape, but this was not the Nic she was telling me about. This was a thugged out version.
He walked back around his desk smiling, and I went to the dressing station and cried the most tears I could. Kendrick was gon’ be mine whether he liked it or not, and that bitch Nic had something coming too.
***
Later that night after my shift, I was still feeling like shit. Y’all don't get it. I love Kendrick with a
ll my heart. I wish I could go back in time and be the woman he needed then instead of what he wanted. Old Kendrick just wanted a bitch with a fat ass that stripped, let him put it anywhere, and smoke blunts with him. Never in a million years did I think he would become a father or husband.
I saw his car was still there, and I was tempted to go up to his office and plead my love to him one last time, but decided against it. One because he made it pretty clear that he had no interest in us being together, and two because I think if Nic popped up and caught us she would beat my ass. I wasn't the fighting type, so I wanted no parts of a scramble
I put all my shit in my car and got in. I had a shirt that I took from Kendrick's condo last year, and it still had his cologne on it. The scent of it made me cry right there in the parking lot. I was miserable without him. I missed the nights where I would follow him to his condo after my shift. How we would fuck all night or sometimes bring other strippers with us for threesomes and to smoke kush blunts all night. Or how he, his brothers, and cousins would have all of us strippers at a condo turning the fuck up.
I cranked up my car and saw I needed gas. It was after 2 am, and I didn't want to go to the gas station this late, but it was either that or have to call AAA ‘cause my car shut off midway. I pulled into a Chevron bumping "I Bet" by Ciara, and got out to go pay the attendant.
"Paris," I heard a male voice say.
I turned to see that nigga Kendrick shitted on in the club. "Yes?"
"How are you tonight, beautiful?"
"I'm okay, just paying for gas."
He looked and saw I only had $10. "I got you. I can fill you up." He headed towards my car. I followed him and he slid his card for me to get gas.
"Why you helping me?" I asked while the gas was pumping.
"Cause I like you. And because I think we can work together."
"Work together?"
"Yeah we both want something right now, and we can work together to get it," he winked.
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