Mesmerized By A Street King

by Belleza

  “And this is the man that doesn’t want kids,” my aunt said with her arms open, and I greeted her with a hug and a kiss.

  Of course, she was in the kitchen whipping something up for us. She made sure we never left her house without food. My aunt was the true definition of black don’t crack. At fifty years old she didn’t possess one wrinkle on her brown sugar colored skin. Her smile would light up an entire room. My uncle always said she had a heart of gold and I couldn’t do anything but to agree. What woman in her right mind would take in three bad ass black boys and raised them as their own? I commend her for her devotion for us because we were all a piece of work.

  “Asahd just be talking crap. Give it time, and he will have a woman and baby soon.”

  “Hopefully,” she smiled and continued to pack up bowls of the food she made for us to take. Since it was only Za’naa and me, I had no choice but to learn how to cook, but there was nothing like aunt Shirley’s cooking. For the next two days, we were going to be stuffed which gave me a break.

  “I spoke to Qwinae,” she spoke lowly, and instantly my eyebrows furrowed, and I felt the heat rise from the pit of my stomach. I didn’t respond though. “She told me she wants to see Za’naa.”

  “After five fucking years?!” I spat, and she dropped the serving spoon she had in her hand and stared at me with a shocked expression. My aunt wasn’t one for disrespect, but everyone knew how I felt about my daughter and her egg donor.

  She lifted her hand and rubbed the side of my face to calm me down. “Baby, she’s her mother.”

  “Nah, not anymore. She left Za’naa remember?”

  “Yes, but it doesn’t change the fact that she gave birth to her. People make mistakes in life. Maybe she was scared and wasn’t ready.”

  I let out an incredulous chortle. “Wasn’t ready? But she turned around and got pregnant the same year she left? How the fuck does that work? I’m good, and I don’t want her nowhere near my daughter.”

  My aunt brought me into her arms and kissed my cheek before she released me and looked me in my eyes. “I understand. You need some time to yourself. Let me and your uncle keep Za’naa for a few days.”

  “On a school night?”

  “Boy, she will get to school.”

  I laughed this time because her sweet expression vanished and she was glaring at me. “Auntie, I’m just saying. Y’all, baby raising days, is over. We’re grown now, I’m sure with all the hell we put y’all through you need the break.”

  “Yes, you and your brothers were a pain in the ass but regardless Za’naa is my baby as well, and she’s nowhere near as bad as you and Asahd.”

  “Wow, you know Johan is a part of us too. He must be the favorite.”

  “Not even. He was just older and didn’t get into as much ruckus as you and Asahd,” she replied pointing her finger in my face. I laughed some more, and she gave me another kiss. Letting Za’naa stay wasn’t up for debate and like they said I did need a little alone time to do me.

  KEKE

  I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed a body sitting on my sofa. At first, my heart jumped in my throat thinking a stranger broke into my home, but it was only fucking Zayne looking mad comfortable as if he paid the fucking rent in that bitch. Had his feet propped up on my coffee table with the remote in his hand.

  I thought when you blocked people that meant you didn’t want to see or hear from them?

  I stormed over to him and pushed his legs off my table and snatched the remote from his hand. “Get out,” I told him turning the TV off.

  “You’re acting real childish. So you fucking block me? What was that going to prove?”

  “That I am DONE with you. Go waste your time with someone else.”

  He stood to his feet easily towered over my 5’3 frame. I took a step back, so I didn’t have to look up to in his face. He did that shit on purpose. I ain’t give a fuck about his tall ass. That shit wasn’t scaring me. I may have had to jump and sucker punch his ass but if that’s what I had to do bet and believe I was going to do it.

  “It ain’t over until I say it’s over Keira, and that shit ain’t happening.”

  “Um, who dropped you on your head when you was a baby? I’m not even going back and forth with you because there’s no fucking US any damn way.”

  “Since when?”

  I tilted my head and stared into his dark brown eyes. The same eyes that used to be so warm were now cold.

  “Bro, we never were together!”

  “Is that what you want so you can chill the fuck out? You want us to be together? Fine, we’re together. Happy now?”

  I laughed shaking my head in disbelief. “Wow! So should I be jumping for joy right now? I don’t even want your ass for real for real. You think I was going to accept that bullshit you just delivered? Like I’m forcing you to be with me. There are soooooo many niggas I could happily waste my time without hurting my own damn feelings.”

  Zayne snatched me up by my jacket and brought me back closer to him. All the mouth I had was gone now peering into his menacing gaze. It had me a little bit shook and turned me on as well. His sexy chocolate ass. I still didn’t like him.

  “What niggas?!” he barked. “Keep playing with me Keira, and you will be the cause of the cities death rate going up. Talk that shit now.”

  I didn’t part my lips. I stared at him hard though. If looks could kill his ass would’ve been dead, but I ain’t say shit.

  His scowl morphed into a snide smirk, and he quickly pecked my lips before he released me. “Let’s go.”

  “I’m not going—”

  The second he snapped around, my mouth was shut, and my facial expression dropped.

  “I thought so,” he shot at me holding the front door open for me to leave out of it. I smacked my lips and walked my ass right out the door.

  ***

  With the soft comforter wrapped around my naked body, I peered down at Zayne as he peacefully slept. My body was weak and needed some rest to recuperate from all the different positions he had me. He definitely made me pay for even thinking I was going to stop fucking with him. I knew damn well I wasn’t, but he really needed to stop fucking with my feelings man. Thugs ain’t get their hearts broke.

  My mind wouldn’t allow me to sleep. For one, I was wondering how he managed to bring me back to his home in the afternoon. I knew his schedule and weekdays were devoted to Za’naa. I turned my head and realized it was midnight and in another six maybe seven hours he was going to be kicking me out. The thought alone had me pissed.

  “Fuck you doing up,” he mumbled startling me because I swore he was sleep.

  “Thinking.”

  “It’s too late to be thinking,” he shifted his position and nuzzled his head into the pillows. “Take your ass to bed Ke.”

  “I can’t,” I whined. “Get up and talk to me, Zayne.”

  This time he opened his eyes and turned his head towards me. “You’re emotional?”

  I smirked and nodded my head, and he cracked a smile. He pulled me back down to his chest and rubbed his fingers through my hair that didn’t stay in the ponytail I put it in. “Talk to daddy.”

  I shifted my eyes upward at him, and he laughed. “Come on girl, we need to be sleep right now. What’s on your mind?”

  “You. Us.”

  “What about us?”

  “How do you just skip over You first?”

  “Keira, if your ass don’t talk, I’m putting you in the guest room so I can sleep.”

  I sucked my teeth and diverted my attention to the wall. I wasn’t good at expressing my emotions. That was something I buried the moment my mom was pronounced dead. What good were emotions if no one really cared how you felt? So I kept it all to myself. The only thing I expressed easily was anger, and I had no issue ramming my fist in someone’s face. I got into so many fights in high school because of it. Not that I started problems, but in Philly many of the schools were rough, and people had points to prove. I ain’t bother
no one, but the moment anyone got in my personal space I made sure I dropped their ass.

  I released a deep breath and attempted to get my emotions out. “Are we really together or you just said that to shut me up earlier?”

  “You’ve been mine, it’s just official now.”

  “How so when you’re not over your daughters mom?”

  Zayne stopped rubbing my hair, and I looked up at him again. He had a frown on his face. It was time to get down to the root of his issue. Just like me, he sucked at expressing himself. I just assumed he never got too attached to me and didn’t want me around Za’naa was because he wasn’t over her mom. It was all an assumption, and really that was the only thing that came to mind.

  Trust me, that was a hard ass pill to swallow, but the heart wanted what the heart wanted. I needed to hear this now so I can make my decision if I was going to be in his life or not. There was no way I was going to play second to a woman that wasn’t even in his life.

  “Who told you I’m not over my daughter’s mother?” he questioned me, and I shrugged my shoulders.

  “I’ve been over her, way before Za’naa was born. We were only together for my daughter and then she moved away and eventually disappeared on us. You not meeting Za’naa has nothing to do with my involvement with her. I feel nothing for her.”

  The entire time he spoke I held my breath until my brain registered that he was not emotionally attached to another woman. Only then was I able to expel a sigh of relief.

  “So why haven’t I met your daughter? I’ve been trying to figure out why I’m this fucking secret.”

  “You’re not a secret,” he huffed. “Za’naa’s mother left her years ago and hasn’t tried to reach out. Before Za’naa turned one, she was pregnant and created a family wherever the hell she’s at now. Recently she just reached out to my aunt saying she wanted to see Za’naa.”

  “Are you going to let her?”

  “Fuck no,” he snapped. “I don’t want my daughter to ever get hurt. It’s inevitable but if I can avoid it, I will. Imagine having to explain to your three year old why they didn’t have a real family. She questioned me at one point in time why I was the one putting ponytails in her hair when all the little girls in her classroom had their mom do their hair. That shit wasn’t an easy task. It broke my heart to have her question me, and I ain’t want to down her mother to her, so I just did what I felt was best and gave her a half ass answer. Za’naa and I are good. She no longer questions a maternal role in her life, and I want to make sure the next woman that enters our world is here to stay.”

  “I understand to an extent.”

  “I need you to understand 100%. The way I moved wasn’t meant to hurt you, but I’m protecting my little girl.”

  “Protecting her from someone you claim you love?” I shot back in an icy tone.

  Zayne maneuvered laying me on my back and hovering over me with his body weight on his forearms.

  “I don’t claim shit. How I feel for you is real. I say what I mean, and mean what I say. I love you… so much Keira.”

  “But you kept me away.”

  Zayne leaned his head down, and his lips touched mine. “I know I did and I hope you can understand why. It wasn’t nothing personal.”

  “Well, I love you too I guess,” I responded with a smirk, and he lifted his eyebrows.

  “You guess?”

  I nodded my head as he used his knee to spread my legs apart, I was sore as it is, but it didn’t stop my body from responding to his warm body on top of mine.

  My breath got caught in my throat feeling his meaty head sliding up and down my slit. I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip holding back my whimper as he slid in. Inch by inch he stretched me wide open, and I let out a grunt once he was inside of me and he kissed my forehead and then my lips.

  “I love you, Ke,” he mumbled attacking my neck with his lips and my mouth fell agape as I got captured in orgasmic bliss. I was lost for words as he gripped my ass in his large hands and moved in and out of me touching my soul with his massive dick.

  There was no doubt I loved his ass. I just hoped he really fully trusted me to let me in his world.

  ASAHD

  “Y’all little bad asses don’t touch shit,” I spat at my nephews as they filed inside of my house. Joey was 14, then there was Jared who was 11 and Jace was right behind his ass at 10. My brother and his wife had to be fucking like rabbits to pop them out back to back like that.

  “Don’t curse at my children,” Tabitha sassed trying to pinch me, but I knocked her hand away from me.

  “Children? They’re some grown ass fucking men. Don’t have them fooling you.”

  “Take care of my boys, Asahd,” she said before she went to rush off but stopped in her tracks. “If your brother calls and can’t get in contact with me let him know my sister had an emergency.”

  “I got you,” I responded. She blew me a kiss and rushed over to her running G-wagon. I shut my front door and glanced over at my nephews who already made themselves comfortable in front of my 60 inch TV playing Madden.

  My phone was going off on the couch, and I picked it up making myself comfortable. As soon as I saw it was Nina, I declined her call and opened up my messages to send Camille a text message. It’s been a whole entire day since I pulled up on her and shawty ain’t bother to hit me up. I wasn’t the one to be pressed about any female, but she hasn’t left my mind since I saw her.

  Good thing I already had her number, so I went to go hit her up, and Nina sent a message before I could send the one to Camille. I sent the message asking her where she was at and then opened up Nina’s thread.

  Nina: Why are you ignoring me? Are you with another bitch.

  Me: It’s not Tuesday. What the fuck you want?

  Nina: Oh, I’m your Tuesday bitch now?

  I exited out of that dizzy girl's thread and opened up Camille’s. The three dots were up letting me know that she was texting back and just as expected she wanted to know how I got her number.

  My phone was buzzing with back to back messages from Nina. She was mad, but she had to get over it. She was overbearing as if she was my girl and she knew she was far from that shit.

  I couldn’t get a moment to converse with Camille because Johan was now on my line. It’s been a few days he was out in LA closing out a deal on a new location.

  “Sup, bro.”

  “You spoke to Tab?”

  “I saw her not too long ago. She dropped your youngin’s off, and she wanted me to let you know that her sister had an emergency.”

  “Oh yeah?” he responded.

  “Why what’s up?”

  “Nothin’... I was just wondering why I ain’t hear from her. How long has it been?”

  “Not even ten minutes.”

  “Oh, a’ight. Well, I should touch down soon. I’m about to board the jet and come get the boys from you.”

  I ended the call wondering why he was so calm about his wife dipping out. I wasn’t the one to give relationship advice knowing damn well I never had one, but Tabitha been on one lately. With the first thing that caused red flags was her always going to New York. I loved my family, but I wouldn’t be pushing my whip driving to that busy ass city to see them. That’s why Facetime was invented.

  Being a single man, I didn’t have the luxury of getting home cooked meals, and I wasn’t trying to be the cause of a wildfire on Locust street, so I ordered me and my youngins some pizza and wings. They had school the next day, so I was the uncle that let their asses know to wash the fuck up and if they didn’t go to bed that was on them because they were waking up on time, period.

  One thing my uncle and aunt didn’t play with was our academics. I was a bad ass young bull, but I brought them home straight fucking A’s. The school knew I did so well so when I got suspended, they gave me in-house suspensions just so I can get my work done. It was stupid because I always still managed to get into some shit.

  It was hard to not like me. My teachers swore the
y were a mother or big brother figure and felt pity because I guess they heard the story which was a typical black boy background; no father, dead mother and once poor. I acted a fool because I ain’t have no control. The way I grew up for them few years could’ve played a role but Johan and Zayne were nowhere near as fucked up as I was.

  Tabitha and Johan must’ve had my nephews on a schedule because the two youngest were knocked out by ten and then Joey followed suit an hour later. I rolled me up a dutch and poured me a glass of Henny and relaxed watching rap battles on you-tube. Doing nothing made me realized Camille ain’t hit me back yet, so I went to go send her a message but decided to just call her phone. It rang until it went to voicemail. She told me that she had to work earlier and I knew Zayne was caking it up with KeKe.

  The thought of her being in Dynasty alone got me up and ready to head down there. Dynasty had security and was an upscale club, but it didn’t mean a couple dickheads couldn’t slip in. I barely knew Camille and didn’t want her ass in there. She ain’t belong in no strip club walking around half ass naked. I was at ease knowing that Keira was with her, but her being alone and how shiesty the bitches can be I ain’t trust it.

  I quickly got my hygiene together and threw on a sweat suit and my jumpmans. I made sure my security cameras were running and set the alarm before stepping out of my crib. After waking Zayne up out his sleep to let him know the three musketeers were at my spot sleep, and I was stepping out I made my way to Dynasty.

  When I got there, I didn’t bother putting my car in a parking spot. The two cars that I killed my engine in front of owners better not have plans on leaving anytime soon because I wasn’t moving.

  Making my way to the front door, I gave the head of the security team, Brick, a head nod and he threw one back as he let me in past the long waiting line into the club. Surprisingly a good amount of the people standing in line were women who more than likely had their mindset to snag a baller. When they saw me they began to hoot and holler my name knowing damn well I wasn’t no one's meal ticket to my shit or anyone else’s.