by Lucinda John
As soon as I went home, I headed to my man cave and decided to shower in there instead of the master bathroom. I wasn’t ready to deal with Lala yet. In the shower, I couldn’t help but shed a few tears for Donna, I failed her as a man and here I was doing the same with Lala.
While I was shaving, I noticed the hickey on my neck.
“Fuck!” I screamed, punching a hole in the wall.
How could I be so fucking dumb? There was no way in hell I was going to be able to hide this from Lala. Finishing up in the bathroom, I walked to the bar and rolled me a few blunts. Thank God I had a mini fridge stocked up with food in here, because I planned on hiding out in here for as long as possible.
Chilling on the leather sectional that furnished the room, I was smoking, drinking, and catching up on my sports when I heard a knock at the door.
“I didn’t know you were here,” Lala said walking towards me.
“Yeah, I was here just clearing my head,” I said adjusting my body by laying the left side of my body on the couch.
“You had a long day?” she asked cuddling up under me.
“Something like that,” I replied.
She grabbed the remote and changed the TV channel to LMN. I watched the movie with her until we fell asleep.
WHAM!
A slap to my face woke me up out of my sleep.
“What the fuck!” I roared.
“So, you were fucking that bitch?!” Lala shrieked, slapping me again.
“Lala, chill the fuck out yo’ for real.” I pushed her off me and got off the couch. She was right on my heels.
“You coming home with hickeys and shit, so are you fucking her, Anthony?”
“I’m not fucking anyone but you.”
“So, explain why there is a hickey on your neck?” She had her hand propped on her hips waiting on my reply.
“Bear’s brother burned me with a cigarette,” I lied
“A fucking cigarette? Really? Do I look like I ride a fucking short yellow bus?!” She was furious, I could tell by the tears building up in her eyes.
I hated myself for what I was going to do, but I couldn’t lose her.
“I swear to God, Lala, on everything I love. I confronted him on Bear’s whereabouts and we got into an altercation.”
“So, you’re trying to tell me that Bear’s brother used your neck as an ashtray?” she challenged.
“Yes, call Ralph if you don’t believe me,” I pleaded.
I dialed Ralph’s number and handed her the phone and she walked out of the room to speak in private. I quickly grabbed my business phone and texted Ralph to put him up on game, deleting the text; I put the phone back on the counter and prayed that he got the text before he answered the phone.
After talking on the phone for almost an hour, Lala walked back into the room and threw the phone at me. She caught me off guard therefore I wasn’t able to catch the phone. Looking down at my shattered phone, I feared the worst. My business phone beeped, it was a text from Ralph telling me he had me covered. I was happy my boy looked out for me.
Walking through the house in search of Lala, I found her sitting in her woman cave sipping wine and reading on her Kindle.
“Yo’ what the fuck you are you doing?” I slapped the wine glass out of her hand and yoked her ass up.
“It’s ok to have one glass of red wine once a week. It flushes out the toxins in your system and it also helps with the baby’s mental development.”
“How the fuck you know?”
“In case you forgot, I’m a fucking nurse! Unlike some people I would never intentionally try to hurt someone I loved,” she rolled her eyes.
“Lala, stop acting like that, you know the truth.”
“That doesn’t mean I have to accept it.”
“Shut up and come give your man kiss.” I pulled her to me and began planting kisses all over her neck before passionately kissing her.
I laid her on the sofa, positioning my body on top of hers. Slipping my hands in her shorts, I pushed on her love button, causing an overflow of her juices to trickle down my hand staining the chair.
“Ohhhh,” she let out a throaty moan, as she pushed my head deeper into her breast. I teased her nipples with the tip of my tongue, gently biting down on them. Kissing down her stomach, I used my tongue to play with her navel. The lower I went, the more my mouth watered, craving what she possessed between her legs. I ran my tongue over her freshly shaven pussy, the scent of her love drove me crazy, I couldn’t resist, I had to taste it. Dipping my tongue in her pussy, I tested the temperature making sure it was hot and gushy, just the way I liked it.
I licked every inch of her pussy, capturing her clit in mouth, pulling and tugging on it, before sucking it until it become sensitive to touch. She began to squirm underneath me, so I used my arms to lock her in place.
“Stop pleassssssssse,” she begged me, trying to sit up and scoot away. The sensation she was feeling was unbearable. Ignoring her pleas, I sucked harder and harder on her clit. The way her legs were trembling it felt like a category five earthquake. Her breathing started to get heavy, as she laid there limp, trying to recuperate from the best head she’d ever received.
“Fuck me daddy,” she muttered
“No, bad girls don’t deserve dick.” I gazed at her with lust filled eyes.
“I’ve been a good girl,” she purred in a naughty voice that drove me crazy.
“Why you doubting your man?” I groaned, rubbing my dick up and down her pussy
“I’m sorry daddy, fuck me please!” she begged.
I filled her up with my dick, giving her a reward for promising to be a good girl for now own.
“Why you so tight?” I said. “You about to make me nut, see you being a bad girl again.”
Which each thrust I felt myself sinking in her wetness. She arched her back, spreading her legs wider, letting me know that I was hitting her spot. She started to match my thrust, throwing the pussy at me.
“That’s right fuck daddy,” I yowled, pushing her legs as far back as they could go. “Goddamn it!” I said, stroking faster and faster, feeling myself about to explode.
“On the count of ten, I want you to nut for daddy,” I demanded
I silently counted in my head, by the time I reached five she was already creaming all over my dick.
“So, you don’t know how to follow directions?” I asked flipping her over and roughly entering her from the back
“Oh, shit, Stacks! Fuuuuuuuuuuk,” she called out in pure bliss.
Right before she was going to come, I pulled out.
“What the fuck!” she yelled, looking back at me.
“You want your nut, come ride this dick,” I said, lying flat on my back.
She mounted me and rode me with so much force I thought she was going to tear my dick off.
“Ride this dick ma,” I encouraged her, pulling her down to me by her hair for a kiss.
She started jumping on my dick uncontrollably, clenching her pussy muscles around my dick, all it took was a few more bounces and I was emptying my whole nut sack in her. She slowly grinded on my dick, throwing her head back in ecstasy. When she finally came, it felt like I was a part of the ice bucket challenge, except her juices were nice and warm.
She collapsed on my chest out of breath.
“I love you, Lala,” I spoke, meaning every word.
“I love you, too, Anthony.”
Chapter 21
Ralph
OJ Da Juiceman’s Make Tha Trap Say Aye was bumping in the background in the trap as I sat in my office smoking blunt and counting money. A loud commotion in the other room reverted my attention from the massive amount of money I had in front of me. I had to have all of this money counted and packed before Stacks came and did his rounds.
I didn’t trust anyone else around my money, so I opted to do it alone, unless Stacks was here to help me. Looking at the monitor, I saw a fight brea
k out between two of my female workers. Punching in the code, I locked my office door, before going to see what was going on.
The scene before me looked like something you would see during a fight in high school. Everyone was just standing around hooting and hollering, each cheering a girl on.
“That’s enough!” I yelled, breaking up the fight.
When I finally got Bebe to let go of Kandi’s hair, I could see a gash on her forehead pouring out blood.
“J-Mack, take Bebe to the back,” I ordered, one of my runners, as I took Kandi to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked, wetting a rag and applying pressure to her wound.
“I’m not built for this,” she said sobbing. “All I told her that it wasn’t fair that she got to leave and go to the club while all of us had to work until the shipment was done. Then out of nowhere she just jumped on me and attacked me.”
I examined her face and Bebe did a number on her. Kandi was so small and sexy compared to Bebe’s beasty and ugly ass. Kandi was right she wasn’t built for this life. She was a sweet, quiet girl that spoke proper, and dressed professionally to bag up dope. On the other hand, Bebe was as hood as they came. She was twenty-six with five kids, she was born in raised in the slums of Dade. She was making a grand every week only working three days a week and still was milking the government for every assistance they had to offer.
“All I wanted was to save up enough money to move to New York to attend NY Fashion University,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
“How much is your school?”
“It’s twenty-thousand; I have ten thousand saved up. I would appreciate it if you would switch my days, so that I won’t have to work with Bebe anymore,” she sweetly said.
That’s what I loved about her; she took this job very seriously. She treated it as if she was working a 9-5.”
“I think it would be best if I just let you go, you’re not about this life.”
“But I need the money,” she cried.
“I got you.” I left her standing in the bathroom and went back to my office to retrieve money.
“Here you go, this should cover your school and expenses,” I said, handing her a duffle bag with fifty-grand in it.
“Thank you so much,” she beamed, hugging me
“No, problem ma. I don’t want to see you in no place like this no more. Only bitches like Bebe are limited to this type of work, but you, you have drive, dedication, and potential.”
“Thank you, I appreciate that.”
“Anytime ma, let me walk you to your car. The pit-bull might still be loose,” I said laughing.
Making sure she was secured in her car, I gave her my number and told her to call me anytime.
I sent Bebe home for the day with a warning, and went back to counting money. Halfway through, my phone beeped letting me know that I had a text message.
It was from my daughter confirming our dinner and a movie date tonight. I responded to her letting her know that I would be there at 6pm on the dot.
Looking at my watch, I had two hours left until 6. I put a little more pep in my step and got down to finishing up counting this money. When I was done, I packed Stacks’ cut of the money and put it in the safe for him. Saying my goodbyes; I made my way home then I would take my princess out on a date.
Arriving to my house, I opened my attic door to deposit my money in my safe. Looking at the time, I noticed that it was already 5:30. I went to take a quick shower and got dressed. Stopping at a flower shop, I bought my daughter some yellow daisies. At an early age, I was training her on how a man should treat her. I didn’t want her growing up not knowing her worth. There were too many lost females falling victim to no good ass niggas and I would be damned if mine was one of them.
Parking my car, I got out and knocked on the door.
“She’s mad,” Laurie said, when she opened the door. “Riley daddy is here.”
My baby girl came to the door looking so cute in her pink and purple dress, her hair was neatly braided with clear beads at the end of them. She sported the gold nameplate jewelry set I bought her.
“You’re late, Daddy!” she said, pouting her lips.
“I know baby, I’m sorry, I got a little caught up at work,” I said picking her up. “Look what daddy got you.” I handed her the flowers and she brought them up to her nose to smell them.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she smiled.
“When are you bringing her home?” Laurie asked.
“Sunday night.”
“Ok,” she replied giving me Riley’s overnight bag. “Have fun with Daddy,” she said to our daughter giving her a kiss.
“I will, Mommy, and can you put these in water for me, please?” she politely asked her mother, handing her the flowers.
“Okay baby, see you later.”
“Later, Mommy.”
“Daddy, if we miss the movie I am going to be upset,” she said as I strapped her in the backseat.
“We won’t miss it, I promise,” I assured her.
Following the movie, I took her to Chili’s for dinner. During dinner, we had small talk about school, Christmas, and her birthday. She even lectured me on the importance of me getting married, so that I could give her a baby sister. A voice caught my attention. Looking to my left, I spotted Lisa and a guy being seated two tables away from us. I felt myself boil with anger, she wasn’t my girl, but that didn’t stop me from getting jealous.
“Daddy, why do you keep looking at her?” Riley asked.
“No, reason, are you ready to go?”
“Yes. Daddy, can we go get ice cream on the beach?”
“It’s getting kind of late, Ry.”
“Pleeeeeeeeease,” she begged, batting her long, thick eyelashes.
“Okay.”
I paid the bill, and as we were leaving the restaurant, we bumped right into Lisa.
“Hey, Ralph,” she greeted and gave me a hug.
“Why are you playing these games?” I whispered in her ear, brushing my lips across her earlobe.
“Hey cutie,” she smiled down at Riley.
“Hi, my name is Riley. What’s your name?”
“Lisa. Riley is a very pretty name for a perfect little girl.”
I stood back with a smile on my face as I watched them interact with each other.
“Would you like to come join daddy and me for ice-cream?” Riley asked in her baby doll voice.
“I’m kind of busy, but I’ll see,” she hesitated while answering.
“Lose that nigga, and meet us down at Jack’s Ice Cream Shack. Don’t make me have to come back out here and get you,” I said low enough, for only her to hear me.
We were chilling on the beach, feet in the water, eating ice cream, when Lisa finally decided to join us.
“Hey, Lisa!” Riley bounced up and down.
“Hey, cutie pie,” Lisa giggled.
Lisa removed her shoes and sat next to me.
“Are you happy you ruined my date?”
“That nigga was a lame if you ask me,” I told her straight up.
“How you figure?”
“He let you out of his sight. He fucked up and now I’m about to luck up,” I confidently stated.
“What makes you so sure?”
“Because I am that nigga,” I smiled.
We chilled at the beach a little while longer. I was able to convince Lisa to come back to the house with the help of Riley. The beauty of kids. When we finally got home, Riley was knocked out. I let Lisa in and carried Ry to her room. Laying her in her bed, I kissed her goodnight and made sure her Frozen DVD was on replay.
“Nice spot,” Lisa complimented.
“Yeah, I try,” I said. “Make yourself at home.”
I pulled out a pound of Jimmie Dean Kush and started rolling me a blunt.
“You smoke?” I asked firing up the blunt.
“Naw,” She declined.
“Why? You can’t hang?”
“I can hang. I just rather have a clear head while dealing with you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I’m not trying to make any under the influence choices.”
“Why not? YOLO! Let’s turn up. Plus an under the influence mind tells the truth.” I grabbed a bottle of Remy and a deck of cards.
“You know how to play spades?” I asked taking a seat at the dining room table.
“Do I? I’m the queen baby,” she said joining me at the table. “I don’t play for free though.”
“I have something in mind,” I licked my lips.
“What?”
“We play for clothes. Every time we play a game, the loser has to take off a piece of clothing. At the end, whoever has on the least amount of clothing has to give the other person a lap dance.”
“Well, I hope you know how to twerk then,” she said shuffling the deck of cards.
Enjoying each other’s company, we smoked, drank, and played cards. At the end of the game, I was down to my boxers while the only piece of clothing Lala had to remove was her jeans.
“Looks like I win,” she smirked.
“Aight then, come enjoy the show,” I said leading her to my bedroom. I dimmed the lights and hit play button on the stereo. Chris Brown’s Strip started to play, and I tried my best to do just that.
I was high as fuck and borderline drunk. I had no issue making a fool of myself. I sat on her lap and grinded my dick into her. She opened her legs wider, and I could see the seat of her crotch was moist. When I ran out of dance moves, I sat her on my back and did one-handed push-ups. I could tell she was getting turned on by the way she was rubbing on my back muscles.
The song ended, so I picked her up, carried her to my bed, and laid her down. I climbed in bed with her and turned on the TV. I was watching, Storage Wars when I felt a pair of hands slip in my boxers.
“Stop,” I said pulling her hand out of my drawers.
“Why?” she whined.
“Because you’re not ready yet.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Naw Ma, that’s just the weed talking,” I explained.
“What happened to an under the influence mind tells the truth?” she asked.