“Tarenz, are you sure?”
“I’m one hundred percent sure. What you don’t want to get married?”
“No, I do. I just wanted to be sure that you did.”
“I know everybody won’t be there and shit, but I want to do it now. I don’t want you being my girlfriend anymore. I wanna call you my wife.”
She smiled and began blushing, so she looked away out of embarrassment, making me laugh.
“Okay let’s go. I need to pack.”
“No, we can get you new stuff out in Vegas. You can pick out a dress and all that stuff okay?” I leaned over to kiss her full lips a couple times before getting out of the bed. “Once he’s asleep, get your jacket and shoes. I’m gonna call Primo since it’s a night flight.”
“Okay, I love you, Tarenz.”
“I love you more.”
***
Some hours later…
Kimberlyn I made it to Vegas about thirty minutes ago, and checked into our suite inside of the Caesar’s Palace hotel. Our suite had two floors, with a living room, a huge bedroom, and a bathroom with double sinks like at my condo. We were both pretty amazed by it, and I couldn’t wait to sex her fine ass on the pool table in here.
“How much was this?” she asked.
“I’m not even sure. I had Dimitria, the family’s assistant book it. I just told her to get the best and gave her my information. I’m gonna check my statement though,” I responded.
“This is so beautiful, baby.” She smiled up at me, so I planted a kiss on her lips.
Taking my son from her, I began showing him the colorful stuff because I’d noticed that’s what he liked. Whenever he would get fussy, all you had to do was shove some shit with colors in it, in his face and he would relax.
Once I was done showing him around, Kimberlyn gave him a bath and then put him to sleep. We then ran a bath for ourselves, and once I got in, I helped her straddle my lap.
“Tomorrow I will be Mrs. Quinton,” she smiled.
“You deserve it, too. Thank you for my baby, and agreeing to my wife, shorty. You don’t know how much I love you, like for real. I’ve never met anybody like you, that really cares for me just because, and not because I’m TQ.” She was tearing up by this time, making me snicker lightly.
“Thank you for making me the happiest girl in the world,” she sniffled and pushed her body into mine, making us even closer than before.
Tomorrow couldn’t get here fast enough.
The next afternoon…
I stood at the alter holding my son as the wedding music played for Kimberlyn. We had two random people as witnesses, sitting in the pews smiling as if they were really happy for us. Shit maybe they were, but that would be weird as fuck considering they didn’t know our asses. We had one of them agree to record everything, and they had better not fuck it up or I might murk their asses. No, I would murk their asses.
Kimberlyn finally appeared, wearing a tight fitting white dress and a veil. She was holding a bouquet of flowers that cost me a pretty penny, which she’d picked out earlier when we went to get the required documentation, dress, and ring. I told her the ring she chose would be temporary because I wanted to get her something customized down the line. She didn’t care, but I did. She could wear the shit she got today on a necklace or something.
“Isn’t your mama beautiful?” I whispered to my son, and he just stared at me with his big, blue eyes.
She made it down the aisle to me, and the music finally stopped as the pastor prepared to say his speech. My shorty was smiling widely like she always did, and it made me feel good to see her so happy, especially after the way my father and his people had traumatized her. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that shit.
“We are gathered here today to join Mr. Tarenz Quinton and Ms. Kimberlyn Harrey in holy matrimony. The couple would like to say some short personal vowels, before we proceed with the ceremony. Go right ahead, Ms. Harrey.”
“Tarenz, I just want to say that I love you more than anything in this world; you and Baby Tarenz,” she smiled. “You came into my life like a tornado, but the good kind. Everything changed for me from the moment I met you, and I knew I wanted to be with you forever. I am blessed that you felt the same, and I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in this life. I can’t even imagine having a life without you, and frankly I don’t even know how I was happy before I met you. I don’t care to know either. I want you to know that I will always have your back and stick by you no matter who is against you, even if it’s the world. Nothing or no one could ever convince me to turn my back on you, because I’m here for you through the good and the bad. No matter what you go through, I want you to know that I will always love you the same. Not only do I want you, but I need you and badly.” Damn, I thought.
“Mr. Quinton.”
“Kimberlyn, the night I met you I never would have imagined that we’d be standing here today. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I was drawn to you. Your beauty, your demeanor, your warm smile, and your loving personality was something I’d never encountered before. Everything about you was so genuine, and it kept me intrigued and eventually made me fall in love. Shit with you is so simple, and so pure, and it’s relaxing to the mind. Every time I look at you, it’s so calming. I love everything about you, and I feel so blessed to have you, that I have begun to thank God for you every night just to be sure he doesn’t take you away. I don’t ever want him to think that I’m ungrateful for such a precious gift in the form of you and my kid. For as long as I live Kimberlyn, I promise to love you, respect you, protect you, and provide for you. You will never have to look elsewhere for anything, because I will always make sure you’re happy. I love you and my son more than my own life, and don’t you ever forget it.” I reached under her veil to wipe the tears she had racing down her smooth cheeks. I glanced to my left, and frowned at the lady who was crying like she was one of our mothers or something.
“Beautiful. Okay, Kimberlyn, do you take Tarenz Quinton to be your lawfully wedded husband? For richer or poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?”
“I do.” She nodded, and I slid the wedding band on.
“Tarenz, do you take Kimberlyn Harrey to be your—”
“I do,” I cut his ass off, prompting him to chuckle. She pushed the wedding band down my finger, and then waited for him to finish.
“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” He nodded towards us.
With my free hand, I lifted her veil, and planted a kiss on her lips.
We had the few people in the room take pictures of us, then we went to dinner to celebrate. After scarfing that damn food down with the quickness and the swiftness, we drove straight back to the hotel. Kimberlyn got our son right and put him to sleep, then we got into the shower together to wash off the days grime, even though it was only around 5pm. Once we finished, she lit a few candles, and then removed her towel to lie across the bed on her stomach, naked.
“Look at my wife.” I grinned as I walked the flute of non-alcoholic champagne over to her.
“It’s Mrs. Quinton.” She took the glass from me and sipped it.
Running my fingers down her small back, I planted kisses down her spine while inhaling the scent of her body wash. I was obsessed with this woman, but it was cool because the feeling was mutual. I spotted her looking over her shoulder at me, so I began sucking on her lips a bit before our tongues came in contact. Keeping my lips against hers, I climbed on top of her, and entered her slowly from behind, making her whimper lowly into my mouth.
“Mm, uhhh,” she began moaning in her sweet soft voice. I swear her moans were enough to make me nut in a fucking jiffy.
I held her small waist as I humped her from behind, while kissing her lips. No pussy was better than pussy that you knew was yours. The way her shit pulled me in, letting me know it belonged to me was indescribable. And the feeling of her delicate skin under my hands as I let them roam and wande
r over her perfect body only intensified shit for me.
“Uuuh,” her voice trembled, as well as her body when she released on my rod.
I sped up, watching her small, round ass jiggle a little bit every time I slammed into her. Her hands gripped the comforter, and her face twisted all up every time she hit the base of my dick. I kept my eyes fixated on her beautiful face, watching it go through the motions from when she came to when she got aroused again. I never slowed up no matter how many times she spilled her nectar, getting wetter and wetter every time. It was so good that I never wanted it to end. Winding my hips into her opening as I listened to her whimper and cry, was an experience I would pay to have over and over. The candles, the low light, that big rock on her finger; the atmosphere was just perfect, assuring me that this nut would be one of the top fives I’ve ever had. Grasping her waist firmly, I slowed down tremendously, savoring the moment of being inside of her.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, knowing that my dick couldn’t hold out much longer.
She was too tight, too wet, and too perfect for me to keep ahold on my stamina. Biting down on her soft shoulder, we both cried out together as we exploded. I pushed into her some more, making sure I got all of it out, and then gripped her chin to make her look back at me so I could kiss her.
“I love you so much, Tarenz,” she whispered before I slid my tongue into her mouth, while groping her breasts in my hands.
Now that my personal life was where I wanted it, it was time for a whole lot of muthafucking blood to be shed. These niggas better be ready, because I was about to take anybody out who wasn’t with me against my father. No woman, child, or man was safe, because a sleeping bear had been awakened.
Matikah
“I literally walked in on him with the bitch!” my client, Wylie, exclaimed as she laid in my workroom getting waxed. She was telling me how she caught her drug-dealing boyfriend named Marcus cheating on her.
“And then what happened?” I raised my brows as I spread more hard wax on the area I wanted. I loved working with people like Wylie, because they always kept up good conversation. It was also better for them because they wouldn’t pay as much attention to the pain of the waxing.
“I rushed out before he could see, went to get my bat, and then came back in that bitch swinging! Girl, tell me why she hopped from the bed and out the window?”
“She didn’t even get dressed?” We laughed in unison.
“Nope, left all of her clothes. I broke his fucking leg though. He’s mad, but he’ll get over that shit. He deserved more, so he should be happy he’s alive.”
“You’re gonna stay with him?” I pulled a patch of hair off.
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I mean we have two babies and I wanna try to work it out. It’s only the second time, and he swears he won’t do it again. I believe him, especially since I broke his leg this time,” she chuckled lightly, but I could tell this wasn’t a laughing matter for her.
“I hope he’s telling the truth, because if not he doesn’t deserve you, Wylie.”
“That’s what everyone says. I can’t think about that though. No one has to live my life but me, so I can’t listen to anyone else.”
“True.” I nodded as I spread some ingrown hair serum all over her vagina. “Alright you’re done. I’m gonna go to the front, and you can just get dressed and meet me out there.”
“Okay.” She smiled and sat up.
After I washed my hands, I left out of the room. As I was walking I got light headed, something that had been happening a lot. My stomach had been feeling queasy all day too, so by now I just wanted to lie down. I had a doctor’s appointment on my lunch break though, so hopefully they’d prescribe me something so that I could get back to work.
Wylie came out a few minutes later, and after checking her out and collecting payment, I clocked out and went to the back to get my things for the doctor.
***
“Good morning, Ms. Jacobson.” My doctor walked into the room.
“Good morning.” I smiled.
“So you said you were feeling queasy and light headed right?” He looked at the paper on his clipboard, before a frown covered his face.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Ms. Jacobson, it says here that you’re six weeks pregnant, did you know that?”
My heart stopped in its tracks, and it seemed as if the world was suddenly frozen. Pregnant? Me? He had to be mistaken because I was on birth control, and I didn’t slip up with it. I knew when they had me pee in that cup they were checking, but I thought it would be negative. It was negative!
“I’m on birth control though.”
“Do you have unprotected sex?” He raised one of his bushy eyebrows.
“Sometimes, but not all the time,” I lied. “Most of the time it’s protected, but there have been one or two times without,” I continued to fabricate my story. I couldn’t even remember the last time Lendsey pulled a condom out.
“And do you take the pill the same time everyday?”
“Around the same time. I work so sometimes it’s an hour or two off, but still within the same vicinity.”
“Ms. Jacobson it must be taken at the same time everyday, not just in the same vicinity. Now if you just don’t believe it, we can give you another test, but it’s right here on my sheet.”
“No, it’s fine,” I sighed.
“I see that you’re a bit distressed. Are you financially stable?” he asked and I nodded. “And is the father around? Or better yet, will he stick around?”
“Of course he would! What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, that’s just something we have to ask. So if you have the money, and a willing partner, I guess I should say congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
He left the room, so I could get undressed, and then came back in with some nurse. While she stood to the side, he shoved some stick into me and moved it around for a little bit while we stared at some small, out of date screen. Once he made sure my baby was alright, the nurse cleaned me before they both left so I could put my clothes back on. Walking back in, he wrote on a piece of paper, and then ripped it off before handing it to me.
“Go downstairs, and give this paper to Sheila so you can get some prenatal pills okay? And again, congratulations Ms. Jacobson.”
I just nodded and watched him leave. Hey at least I had a good job with a nice income.
Once he was gone, I stuffed the paper into my back pocket, before going down a floor to get my pills. Thankfully it was fast, because I still needed to get some food and get back to work. After going to Raising Cane’s, I sped to my job, and made it there with fifteen minutes to spare. I usually complained about having an hour-long lunch, but this time I was happy about it.
As I was eating in the break room, Isabetta walked in wearing a smile. She came closer to me as I scarfed down my food, so I stopped, wondering what was up.
“When you finish, please come see me, Matikah.”
“Okay.”
I ended up eating all of my damn food, and I knew right then that the doctor was right, I was pregnant. I’d eaten this same meal hundreds of times and I could never finish. But today, I ate every damn scrap and was still hungry for some sort of dessert. After throwing my trash away, I went to Isabetta’s office.
“Sit down for me, Matikah.” I did as she asked, and she removed some papers from a folder. “Matikah, I really enjoy your work, your energy, and just you as a person, but unfortunately I’m gonna have to let you go.”
Closing my eyes tightly I asked, “Wait what?”
“Yes, it’s been great, but it’s time we part ways. Now I need you to sign this paperwork here so I can go ahead and hand over this check.”
“You already have a paper check ready? How long have you been planning to fire me?”
“That doesn’t really matter, Matikah, just please sign the documents.”
“Isabetta, I don’t understand why I’m being let go. Did I do something
wrong?”
“Sign the papers or I will have to call the authorities to escort you out, Matikah.”
I stared at her, astonished for a few moments before getting up. I wasn’t signing shit, even though I had no idea what the fuck it was. This bitch had me fucked up, and the only reason I wasn’t going across her fucking face was because I didn’t want her blackballing me in the beauty industry.
“No signature, no check!” she called after me as I left the room.
I quickly went to the back to gather my things, as well as some other shit of mine in my workroom. As I was walking out Annalise spoke to me, but I was in utter shock and just couldn’t respond right then. When I made it to my car, I threw the shit inside, and then hopped in before speeding the fuck out. This day had been a fucking rollercoaster for me, and all I wanted to do was lie in bed and cry.
I picked up a carton of ice cream, and then went straight to Lendsey’s condo because I wanted to watch his big screen and sulk on his plush ass couch. I loved his place, which is why I’d damn near moved in. That’s how my ass ended up pregnant.
I shook my head at my thoughts as I opened his front door. Tossing my purse onto the couch, I set the ice cream down, and went to his bedroom to change into some pajama shorts and a crop top. I then went back to the front, got a spoon, popped open the ice cream, and cut on Netflix.
Me: I got fired.
Kim: What the fuck? Why?
Goldie: Are you serious? Who did you curse out?
I chuckled at Goldie’s text, and as I was about to respond to them, Lendsey walked in wearing his beautiful smile.
“Look at my shorty, relaxing and shit. You must be off tomorrow.” He walked over and kissed me before sitting down.
“I’m gonna be off for a long time,” I began to tear up.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Isabetta fired me today, and she wouldn’t tell me why.” The tears began cascading down my cheeks as I stabbed the ice cream with the spoon. He didn’t say anything, so I looked over at him and he was staring at the TV angrily. “Lendsey, did you hear me?”
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