SIDECHICK: CATCHING FEELINGS

by K NICOLE

  Roman and Perri trekked towards me and she had an arm through his. She walked flawlessly in those heels. They made her legs look extra-long and sexy.

  Peeling my eyes from her because I didn’t want to have to fight with my damn brother all night over his damn side piece, I ambled to the entrance with them behind me. Of course, KOD was packed. It was the weekend too. Soon as we stepped inside there were bills flying everywhere.

  The DJ was spinning a Megan Thee Stallion song and the females were going wild. I was going to let Roman and Perri do their own thing, so I ventured off towards the bar for a drink and then I planned on locating a spot in front of the stage to chill for the night.

  Once I had a glass of Henn, I swaggered my way through the crowd and it was just my luck to find a seat with the perfect view of ass and titties. Soon as I eased down into the plush seat, a thick ass dancer was standing in front of me. I chortled to myself. I hadn’t even pulled my bills out. I could have been a broke ass nigga up in here, but I guess it was how I carried myself and how I appeared. I was far from broke. I wasn’t one of them.

  “Damn baby,” I grinned. “You know a hustler when you see one, huh? Sniffed me out.”

  She was definitely a baddie. Blackbone, long jet black weave flowing down her back, heart shaped face with doe eyes, a round nose and full lips that were glossy. She had a nice set of tits and a fat ass. Yeah, she had to come back to the room with me. I didn’t give a fuck about checking for anyone else up in here.

  Pulling out the bands I planned on spending tonight, I allowed her to straddle me after putting my drink to the side. Blackbone didn’t waste her time. She shook ass on me, and titties in my face. Her nipples were covered by pasties. I had a feeling of eyes on me. Looking around, I spotted my brother and Perri. She had her eyes glued on me. I picked up my glass and held it up to her. Roman was too busy sliding bills in a dancer's bottoms to pay Perri any mind. She held up her flute of champagne and then took a sip.

  Blackbone gripped my chin and made me give her my full attention. She demanded that shit, and I gave it to her. I didn’t look back at Perri until Blackbone had to move around. Before she climbed out of my lap, she told me her name was Brandy and to find her before I left. I let her know I was for sure gon’ do that, and she left.

  Perri had a big booty bitch in her lap. Her hands were all over the dancer. Had me wondering if her ass went both ways. Roman would love that shit. As I sipped on my Henn, I wondered if my brother even wrapped up before going back home to Diah. I wasn’t one to dwell on another nigga’s shit, but if he was raw doggin’ these females he was foul as fuck. You don’t raw no bitch who wasn’t your wife or your girl.

  Perri had her eyes back on me when I glanced their way. Shorty was really eye fucking me sitting there right next to Roman. I cocked my head to the side trying to read her ass. She definitely wanted the dick. She would have to be the one to make the move and I wasn’t turning her ass down.

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  My toes were curled as Blackbone rode my dick. The slapping of her ass meeting my thighs, and our moans were the only sounds that could be heard in my dark hotel room. Even with the rubber on I could feel the heat coming from her wet ass pussy. The way she was bouncing her ass and squeezing the fuck out of my dick with her pussy muscles had my mind completely gone.

  I had left the club before Roman and Perri with Blackbone at my side. The way Perri mugged the girl was hilarious. She seemed slightly jealous to me, and I wasn’t even her nigga. Hell, neither was Roman.

  “Ouuu shit,” she cussed, her legs trembling. “I’m cuming.”

  “Cum for me baby,” I hissed, smacking her on her fat ass.

  Blackbone’s pussy contracted, and she creamed so hard, she pushed my dick out of her. Before she could even get herself together, I had her on her stomach with her ass in the air. I slipped my dick back into her pussy and beat that shit up. She must have thought that we were the only ones up in this muthafucka because she was screaming ‘n shit. I was showing her pussy no mercy. I didn’t stop tearing her shit up until I felt my nut rising. I pulled out and turned her around and stuck my dick in her mouth. Blackbone handled that shit. She even swallowed and kept sucking until she had every single drop of my semen in her mouth.

  “You gon’ let me stay the night with you? I’ll leave in the morning.”

  “Shit shorty, I have an early morning meeting tomorrow. I wish you could,” I lied. I didn’t do that stay the night shit, so I was letting her down easy. If she kept persisting, I would have to get mean with her ass. She fine, but I shouldn’t have to repeat myself twice. Luckily, she pouted but she got her ass together and left. When the door closed behind her, I showered and called for room service to bring me extra sheets. Once I received them, put them on the bed, I was out thanks to that good ass nut and shower.

  PERRI

  What the fuck was wrong with me? I had no reason to be pissed when I saw Zeus leaving out of the club with a dark skinned beauty at his hip. I was already being bold as fuck in the club staring at his ass with Roman sitting right beside me. he wasn’t paying me any mind though. Roman had ass in his face and wasn’t worried about me.

  “You wanna leave with her?” Roman slurred, and I turned my nose up at him. I shook my head.

  “No. I already share you with your wife. Why would I want to share you with another bitch?” I rolled my eyes and then took a sip out of my flute.

  “Man… come on Perri. Don’t fuck up my night. I want to have both of y’all. I wanna watch her eat your pussy.” I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.

  “Watch her eat your wife’s pussy then,” I spat. I stood and marched my way through the crowded club where I assumed the restrooms might be. I didn’t do threesomes and I didn’t give a fuck if Roman was pissed. If he wanted to go back to the room and fuck me himself, cool. I loved drunk sex.

  Niggas were trying to spit game, but I kept it pushing because I really did have to use the restroom. I found it, rushed in and found an empty stall.

  After washing my hands and making sure I was still looking like a bad bitch, I left out to find Roman. I was hungry and then I wanted to go back to the room to have sex with him, and only him.

  He wasn’t sitting where I had left him. Looking around with a frown, I found his ass at the stage throwing money. The stripper was on her hands and knees and twerking her pussy right in his face. My mood had changed when Zeus left out. I just knew he was blowing that woman’s back out. Don’t get me wrong, Roman fucked the hell out of me, but I just knew Zeus was a different type of beast in the bedroom. He just looked like it.

  “You must be ready to go?” Roman leaned down and yelled in my ear. I nodded. We’d been there for about four hours now. “Aight. You sure we can’t bring a bitch back with us?”

  “No Roman, let’s go,” I said, tugging the bottom of his Gucci shirt. Roman was dressed in Gucci from head to toe. Dark Gucci shades were on his face. Since he was drunk, I would have to drive and I was a blind bat at night but shit, I was gonna wing it along with my GPS.

  We left the club, and I hopped my ass in the driver’s seat. I remembered seeing a IHOP close to the hotel, so I typed it in the GPS. Roman could sit in the car sleep all he wanted to, but I was goin’ to eat. He was sleep until I pulled up. Nigga must have smelled the food.

  Almost an hour later, we were leaving IHOP and Roman had shaken back after eating his omelet. He said he was sober enough to drive us to the hotel which was right around the corner.

  When we were getting onto the elevator, the female that left the club with Zeus was coming off another and her weave was tore the fuck up. My eyes widened at the sight. Zeus had to have fucked her life up and then sent her ass on the way home. It was like four in the morning.

  “You know her?” Roman asked me. I guess I had been staring too hard.

  “No,” I stated. He shrugged and wrapped one arm around me while slipping the other under my dress. I didn’t have any panties on.

  “Mmm,�
�� I bit down on my bottom lip and moaned softly. He had slipped a finger in my pussy and was easing it in and out while sucking on my neck. Security was definitely getting an eye full right now. With Roman’s soft lips on my neck and his fingers stroking my pussy, I was ready to get fucked.

  The elevator doors stopped on our floor and opened. I had to literally peel Roman’s hands off of me until we were in the privacy of our hotel room. I couldn’t open the room door fast enough. This nigga pulled his dick out as I was scanning the key card, lifted my dress and placed it at the crack of my ass.

  “Roman,” I fussed. He pushed into my back and walked us into the room. The door slammed and locked behind us. When we reached the bed, he pushed me on my stomach and proceed to eat my pussy from the back.

  “Mmmmmm fuck,” I cried out.

  When Roman had liquor in his system, the sex was everything! He ate my pussy so sloppily. Smacking and licking. He gripped my cheeks and then rubbed my asshole with my juices and slid a finger inside. I came instantly. After licking me clean, Roman stood, removed his shorts and briefs completely.

  Pulling my dress over my head, I tossed it. Roman lifted my legs by my ankles, pushing them all the way back until my pussy was in the air. Gripping his dick, he pushed it inside of me and it was a reflex when I started scratching at his arms and shoulders because he was so deep.

  “Stop scratching me Perri,” he grunted. “Shit.”

  “Stop going so fuckin’ deep then,” I cried out, because he wasn’t listening. He grabbed my wrists and held them down as he fucked me while on his knees. Watching his sexy ass body move while dipping in and out of me, and his face contort, made me sad. I wanted this every damn night with Roman and not just when it was convenient to him. Yeah, every now and then he would make me a priority. At the end of the day, I knew he wouldn’t choose me. He would choose his wife. His kids. What the fuck was I doing?

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  When I woke up the next morning, Roman was gone to his meeting. I was so tired, I didn’t even hear him get out of bed, get ready, or leave. Yawning, I stretched my sore limbs. It was Saturday. Tomorrow we will be going back home. Pushing myself to get out of bed, I grabbed my phone with me to take to the bathroom so I could call Wes.

  “Hey bitch? Ew, are you on the toilet pissin’?” he asked, dramatically turning up his nose. I nodded and smiled sheepishly.

  “She could have called you after she handled that,” I heard Paul smack and Wes eyes got big as he mentally begged me not to snap on his man. I held my finger up so he knew Paul had one mo’ muthafuckin’ time. He wasn’t getting any more passes after that one.

  The phone moved and Wes knew best to move from around Paul. I cleaned my pussy and flushed. After propping the phone up against the mirror, I washed my hands and then started my morning hygiene. When I was done, I was going to call in some breakfast, fresh sheets and then get my ass back in bed. I was fucking tired. Roman fucked on me until the wee hours of the damn morning. He had to have taken a X pill without my knowledge last night. His dick just wouldn’t go down.

  “He has been in a funky ass mood,” he appeared back on the phone, rolling his eyes once again. “Fool must be on his damn period.” I giggled at Wes’s dramatics. “So… about the brother. What did you say his name was again? Since you won’t send me a pic, Ima look his ass up,” he said.

  “Please do and let me know if you see a female indicating he has a girlfriend, a main chick… whatever,” I mumbled. “His name is Zeus. Zeus Baker.”

  “Okay, hold on. Lemme go play detective.”

  Wes put me on hold as he snooped, and I turned on the shower. Peeling out of my clothes I stepped in and of course, propped the phone up so I could see Wes when he came back on.

  “Damn Inspector Gadget, what did you find?” I called out so he could hear me.

  “Girl! That man in fucking fiiiine,” he screamed out like a damn bitch. Paul must have left the damn house for him to be talking like that about another man. “He had a huge neck tatt?” Wes reappeared and asked.

  “Yep, that’s him. What you find?” I queried as I started bathing.

  “One, I don’t see no female. Two, this man look like a muthafuckin’ boss. He screams out drug dealer.”

  That he is.

  “What you have planned hoe? I see the wheels turning in that pretty little head of yours. You want the brother now huh?”

  “Roman will kill me.”

  “And his wife will kill him, so whatchu gon do? He look single as fuck. I say go with it. I know fucking two brothers isn’t ideal but shit at least that one isn’t taken, and you could be seen out in public with his ass,” Wes sassed, popping his glossy lips. You would never catch Wes with ashy, dry lips. Never.

  “The fact that you’re okay with me fucking brothers...” I told Wes, rinsing my body off underneath the showerhead. I made sure I had my shower caps secured on my head because I had no clue who could fuck with my hairdresser in Miami.

  “It’s your pussy, not mine. Gotta go.”

  Wes ended the call the same time there were a few knocks on the bathroom door. I turned the water off and stepped out the shower with a towel wrapped around my body. Opening the door, Roman stood there looking so good in all white.

  “Who the fuck you talkin’ to while in the shower?” His brows were knitted together. He looked cute and seemed a little bit jealous. Roman was the last person that had the nerve to have a jealous bone in his body when it came to little ole me.

  “Wes,” I replied. I started drying my body off when he snatched my phone off the closed toilet. I wasn’t worried about him finding anything because all of the messages between me and Wes about Zeus were deleted. Who the fuck did Roman think he was? I still didn’t appreciate him trying to go through my phone.

  “Gimme my shit back,” I barked. Naked and all, I was fighting to get my phone back.

  “Whatchu tryin’ to hide, Perri?”

  I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body. My whole body was hot. I was so angry. I didn’t know what the hell done got into Roman, but his ass was tripping.

  “Not a damn thing. I don’t have to hide shit because I’m not in a relationship!”

  As I went for my phone again, I was pushed so hard, I flew back and crashed into the wall – hard! Tears fell from my eyes. Roman had never put his hands on me in this way. Fuck him paying my bills and buying me shit…I didn’t tolerate that shit.

  “Damn baby, I’m sorry,” Roman apologized, reaching out for me, but I slapped his hand away. “What the fuck?” He backed away and stood there staring at me like I was the one who pushed the fuck out of him. “I said I was sorry.”

  “No, you shouldn’t have put your muthafuckin’ hands on me in the first place. I want to go home!” I blared, nostrils flaring.

  “Man, you act like I hit you or something! I pushed you bro!”

  “What the fuck ever!” I waved him away. His phone rang and he walked out to answer it. Most likely it was wifey. If I was a fucked up bitch, I would have followed behind him and started saying some shit just so she’d know he wasn’t alone in the room. I wasn’t that bitch though. Plus, I rather he was out my face. I had nothing else to say to him. I really did want to go home but would have to wait until tomorrow morning.

  Shuffling to the bedroom area, I dug in my suitcase for my Botanical body oil from Xfoliate Collections. That was the only oil I moisturize my body with because it was long lasting and smells soooo good! Anyway, Roman was out on the balcony with his phone to his ear. Dropping my towel, I moisturized my body and put on just a regular loose white shirt on with black spandex shorts because I was not leaving this room today. Not with his ass.

  I hopped my ass right back in the bed and grabbed the hotel room to order some food. I was pretty sure Roman had already eaten. At this point, I wasn’t even worried if his stomach was touching his back or not. My back and the back of my head was hurting!

  Once I had my order placed, I hung up the phone and the sl
iding door opened and Roman stepped back in the room. I avoided his eyes because I knew they were on me. I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.

  “You mad bae?” he asked.

  Roman sat on the bed and grabbed my face to kiss me on the mouth, but I turned my head so fast, his lips landed on my cheek.

  “Word?” he stood up. “It’s like that?” I didn’t reply and he kissed his teeth. “I’m not gon’ deal with yo attitude on the last day of this trip. I see you not even dressed to do anything anyway. I’m gone.” He hesitated as if I was gonna jump and beg him to wait for me or something. Ch- I stayed where the fuck I was. “Aight,” he said, his voice a little higher than normal. Roman grabbed his things and left.

  My room service had come and after I scarfed it down and caught the itis, there was another knock on the door. Annoyed as fuck because I was damn near sleep in the plush ass bed, I slid out of it and padded to the door. Swinging it open before looking through the little peep hole, I was face to face with the god himself, Zeus.

  ZEUS

  The meeting with Draco went better than I’d expected. He had been shipping out to us triple the amount because we moved the weight quickly. Roman had left before me, and I stayed back and chopped it up with Draco for about thirty more minutes.

  Back at the hotel, I didn’t have shit to do so I trekked to my brother’s room to see if he wanted to go out and shoot some pool or some shit. Lil mama was in Miami. I figured her ass would be on the boardwalk shopping. Shit, when I knocked on their door, I was not expecting her short, fine ass to answer. Even in plain dress down clothes she was a baddie.

  “Roman around?” I asked, sliding my hands in the pockets of my Miami Dolphin basketball shorts. Shorty kissed and rolled her eyes. I leaned on the door rail. “Fuck you kissing you teeth for? Is he inside or not?”

  “Not. He left,” she snapped. My eyes ran down her frame. Licking and wetting my lips, I frowned.