by K NICOLE
After slipping a condom down onto his chocolate pole, Marco gripped my ass and smacked both cheeks before spreading them and pushing deep inside of my sticky cave. My eyes widened as he filled me up.
“Maaaaarco,” I moaned out. His name slipped off my tongue as if he had been doing this to me when in reality this was the first time. The shit felt so good. His hands were on both my hips, pulling me back to him as he thrusted inside. Marco leaned over and kissed my back, running his tongue down my spine. He reached under and grabbed one of my breasts and started pounding me roughly and playing with my nipple at the same time.
“Damn this pussy good,” he groaned, and then slapped my ass. It stung and felt good at the same damn time.
I didn’t know shit about this man. I didn’t know if he had a bitch or kids. We were at his crib and knew nothing. I was so into getting his dick inside me, I hadn’t paid attention to his house. Maybe there were pictures on the wall of him and his girl along with the kids and dog. I just knew what he told me...that he was a bachelor but who knew if he was just telling me that shit.
Marco pulled out and climbed on the bed onto his back. The condom on his dick was glistening from my juices. His chest was rising while he was trying to catch his breath.
“Come ride me,” he demanded in that deep, booming voice of his.
He just wasn’t aware that that was my speciality. I had muthafuckin’ Megan knees. I climbed on top of him, straddling him before sliding down onto that thick ass pole. I bit down on my lip and tossed my head back as I started a slow, nasty grind. Marco scooted back to the head of the bed, sitting up a little. His hand went around my neck, squeezing gently.
“Damn, you’re so beautiful. I need to know who let you go because I need to personally thank him,” he whispered. His arms went around me and he kissed all over my neck, and breasts while I rode him. This was everything I fucking needed. Even if it was a one time thing.
Fuck what Roman wanted. My kids were with my people so they were good. He thought he was about to interrupt what I had going on tonight. I’m glad I went with my first mind because Marco was just what the fuck the doctor ordered to get over a failed marriage.
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A phone rang and one of my eyes popped open. It was dark as fuck in the room, having me thinking it was still night but when I looked over at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside me, the time read 11:34 A.M. The bed moved behind me and I closed my eyes, trying to remember last night. My head was pounding so I drank too much. There was some good pain between my legs and that’s when I remembered fine ass Marco.
Before I could turn around, he grabbed me by my waist and brought me back into his body as if this was normal. Marco cuddled up against me and kissed my bare shoulder. I had the sheets wrapped tightly around my body. After having four kids, I was comfortable with my body with Roman, but this right here was new to me.
“Good morning,” he spoke, voice raspy. My pussy tingled.
“Good morning,” I replied, quietly. He cleared his throat.
“What do you have planned this morning?” he asked me.
I knew I looked a whole mess right now. One of my lashes was hanging off so I pulled them both off and then turned his way. A smile tugged at Marco’s lips as he looked me over.
“You’re beautiful in the morning too? Damn,” he smiled, squinting. I blushed, scared to open my mouth because I hadn’t brushed my teeth. Damn, I ain’t have shit over here. As if reading my mind, Marco said, “I have some things if you want to bathe and shit.” He kissed my forehead and then rolled out of bed - naked and not ashamed. Shit, he had no reason to. His dick wasn’t the only thing muscular. His whole body was a work of art and covered with tattoos. Marco’s ass was niiiice.
I watched him put his briefs on, followed by some basketball shorts he pulled out of his dresser. His curtains were the ones that kept all the sunlight out and they did just that. It made it seem as if it was night time when it was indeed morning.
“Do you want me to open the blinds?”
It’s your house. Why are you asking me?
“No. I really like the dark,” I said. He tossed the remote in my direction before opening a door and walking inside, closing it slightly. Then I heard him urinating. That was one loud ass sound that I couldn’t stand. I turned the TV on and the volume up to drown it out. I heard water running afterwards and then he peeked his head out.
“You want to join me in the shower?” My brow rose and I slowly nodded. Marco licked his lips, obviously liking what he was seeing walking his way. “Damn,” he whispered. “Stay here all day with me. I ain’t got shit to do today.”
His bathroom was well put together. Like a woman’s work. probably was, but it wasn’t my business. It was dark with red decor. The towels had a white M on them. There were double sinks, a jacuzzi tub and a walk-in shower. He walked into the shower and I sat down on the toilet to drain my bladder.
We were actually doing shit as if we were familiar with one another. As if this was our usual routine. It was a nice feeling, but I knew it was just for today. He’ll forget about me tomorrow. Now I was wondering if he always went out and then brought females to his house. I flushed, washed my hands and then joined him in the shower after pinning my hair up.
Once I was in his space, Marco’s hands were all over me and I didn’t mind it. We fucked once again and showered. After I had climbed back comfortably into his bed, he left to grab us some food. After Roman, I could definitely get use to this. Someone actually wanting me around. But how long does that last until they start getting bored with you? I was with Roman for years and somewhere down the line, he got bored and stepped out. Marco was a breath of air but could I trust another man with my heart?
PERRI
Zeus had me stoked looking for houses in Miami. These houses were beautiful. When he told me I didn’t have a price limit, I started searching for a house with a pool, movie theatre, basketball court… all that. I wanted to live like the muthafuckin’ rich people in Miami. Listen, I was willing to get a damn job and not look like a fuckin’ gold digger, but my man said I could enjoy my pregnancy and not work. He got this.
Eventually, I’ll probably open up a little boutique online or maybe a little store where people could come in and shop. I didn’t want to not do anything with my life. Right now, I was gonna shop for this fire ass house though.
If I could bring Wes with me, I would. Get him away from Paul’s ass, but he had his nail shop here. Maybe I could talk him into opening up a shop in Miami. Where would he live though? Zeus wouldn’t dare allow him to live with us even if he had his own wing.
I’m moving to Miami bitch! You should come toooo
I sent Wes that message to see if he would bite. I was sure I’d meet new people once I moved, but I really needed my friend. Wes usually would have texted me or even called me back within seconds after reading something like me moving to another state. I waited for thirty minutes before calling him.
“Hello?” a woman answered, and I had to pull the phone away from my ear to check if I had called the right number. It was. It was Wes' number!
“Ummm… I called Wes. Who is this?” I asked, curious. Maybe it was someone kin to him or maybe he was doing someone’s nails and was too busy so he had someone answer for him.
“This is Detective Gail Reeves from DPD. Are you kin to Wesley Young?”
“Yes!” I lied. “Why am I speaking to a detective? Can you put him on the phone? What’s going on?” I was now panicking. My leg wouldn't stop bouncing for nothing.
“Ma’am, he was murdered at his shop ten minutes ago.”
I didn’t hear anything after that. I just started screaming over and over until I passed out.
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“Is she gonna be alright doc? Is the baby okay?” I heard the concern in Zeus’s voice and opened my eyes. “Damn bae, you alright?” He rushed over to me and placed a kiss on my forehead and then my lips.
“I… I think so,” I
stammered and then tears fell down my face as I thought about Wes. My friend was gone. “Wes… he is dead.”
“Damn ma. I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll find out everything I can about it for you, but I need you to not pass out again. You need to take care of you and the baby man. That was some scary ass shit to find you on the floor and I knew your ass wasn’t that tired that you’ll fall asleep on the floor.”
“It hurts. I just want to go home and get in the bed,” I whispered, and Zeus nodded. He told the doctor to remove everything they had hooked to me so he could take me home. They did as he asked. As long as he knew me and the baby was okay, Zeus’s mind was at ease.
On the way home, I couldn’t stop crying. I wanted to reach out to his mom but I couldn’t even get myself together to do that. I was a mess. That was my best friend. My only friend. The friend that I got mad at because he just wanted to be loved by a loser. I jumped when Zeus placed his hand on my leg and started rubbing it.
“I’m sorry babe, for real. Ima get you in the bed and then find out what happened,” he told me, and all I could do was nod.
Once home, I peeled out of my clothes until I was just in bra and panties and climbed into bed. I hugged onto one of my decorative pillows for dear life. My heart was beating so fast. I was hurting man. I knew I wouldn’t be able to just fall asleep. I would never hear my best friend’s voice again. Him saying, “Biiiiiitch,” when he had some tea to tell me.
Zeus turned on the TV.
“I’ll be back bae. You know I don’t care for DPD, but Ima go find out the details.”
“You don’t have to,” I told him, pointing at the TV. It was on the news now.
Loved throughout the city, Wes Nail’d It owner, Wesley Young was shot and killed by his husband and well known celebrity event planner, Paul Greek, and then Paul turned the gun on himself and committed suicice.
“Turn it off!” I screamed, falling back onto the bed. I couldn’t take any more of this. My hands went to my ears as I squeezed my eyes shut. Zeus turned the TV and came to my side.
“What do you need, Perri?”
He removed my hands from my ears and I still had my eyes squeezed shut. This pain that I was feeling, I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. It’s been years since someone I loved passed away.
“I really just want to be alone,” I sighed through a shaky breath. Zeus sucked his teeth and stood there eyeing me for a moment before leaving the room. He didn’t leave the house though. I heard him downstairs on the game. I ended up grabbing my phone up and calling Wes’s mom. She was so distraught, I just sat on the phone letting her cry and vent. She knew how much me and Wes meant to one another. She was like a mom to me when my mom wasn’t. My mom knew Wes but I doubt his death would mean anything to her. She was all about herself and self only. I would never forget this day.
I could only imagine what drove Paul to kill Wes. I figured Wes thought about everything I had said to Paul and maybe told Paul that he no longer wanted to be with him. Wes went to work and Paul killed him there and then shot himself because he couldn’t live without Wes. That was what I came up with. I’m glad he turned that gun on himself. If he didn’t I would have.
ZEUS
Fuck. I didn’t know how to console my girl but when I saw her passed out on the floor, I thought her ass was dead until I saw her chest rising. That was the scariest shit I ever had to walk in on. Perri not needing me to hold her while she cried it out, kind of fucked me up. Like how do you not need me? Instead of leaving the house, I ended up hopping on the game even though I would rather be upstairs letting her know that everything would be aight, Would it? I use to hate when folks would tell me shit was going to be alright like they just knew for sure, so I didn’t feel comfortable telling it to Perri.
It was time for us to move now because staying in Dallas would drive Perri into a deep depression. Besides me, Wes was her person. I didn’t judge him for being the way he was because I had a gay cousin who I still loved so shit. You can’t change niggas.
I needed to give Draco an answer and I had it now. It was time to get away and Miami was just the place to escape to. Shit, I even thought Wes was gon’ follow Perri to Miami. I knew she talked about not really wanting to meet new people and how she wouldn’t know what to do with being in the same city as Wes. I was cool with that as long as he got his own crib.
After winning this game against one of my runners, I tossed the game controller on the couch and grabbed my phone to send Draco a message.
It’s up.
That was all I had to say because he knew what it was.
Bet. Bet. Was his response.
Hours went by and Perri was still in the bed. I knew I had to get her out of the house for a little bit of air, even if it was just for thirty minutes. She was gon make herself sick. If she thought she was gon miscarry my kid, she better think again. I hopped off the game and took the stairs to the bedroom two at a time.
She was up, wide awake looking at TV but not really watching it. Perri was zoned the fuck out. Her eyes were wide and her pupils weren’t even fucking moving. I grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little.
“Man get up. You’re not about to sit here and do this. Come on,” I told her, snatching the blanket off of her body. “Let’s go out for a minute.” Perry groaned, attempting to grab the blanket back, but I slapped her hand away.
“Zeus,” she wailed, but I shook my head. “Just let me lay here.”
“Nah P. You haven’t even gotten up to eat. If you’re not gon eat for you, at least eat for our child. Don’t be starving him. You know damn well Wes wouldn’t want you doing that shit, so don’t do it,” I fussed at her.
“It’s not even a boy,” she snapped, scooting off of the bed to stand. The corners of my mouth slightly turned upwards. All that I had just said, she caught me calling the baby a boy and was petty enough to call me out on it.
“Whatever. Just get out of the bed bro.”
“I am.”
Perri walked her little stank walk to the bathroom and shut the door. I heard her using the bathroom so I walked over to the dresser and picked up my brush. While waiting for her, I brushed my waves. The door opened and I glanced at her stomping to the bed. Perri sat down on the edge of the bed and slipped her pretty small feet in her PINK slides. She had a frown on her face as she peered up at me and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Where are we going, Zeus?”
“Wherever you want to grab some food shawty,” I let her know, setting the brush down and turning towards her.
“I would rather stay home and you can call a chef over to cook, Zeus. I’m drained,” she whined, but I shook my head at her and motioned for her to get up and come on.
Perri slapped her thighs with her hands and stood. She followed me out of the room and down the stairs. In the car, she buckled up and then leaned her head on the window.
I could tell my girl was hurting and I wished I could take the pain from her, but I couldn’t. All I could do was try to keep her mind off of the death of her friend for a few hours. It was probably goin’ to be impossible, but shit at this point, I’ll try anything.
We ended up at a steakhouse. There wasn’t much conversation but at least I had Perri out of the house. She ate her food but didn’t finish where I scraped mine. The ride home was just as quiet as the ride to the restaurant so I let the radio play. The Quiet Storm was playing and the sound of Aaliyah’s How Could The One was coming from the speakers.
Even with the music on, I heard Perri sobbing. I took my focus off the road for a few seconds to wipe some tears from her eyes.
BOOM!
PERRI
The beeping was causing me a headache. I took a few deep breaths which were painful and opened my eyes. Immediately, I shut them back. It was too bright.
Wait.
Where am I?
Beeping of machines. Cold ass room. Hard ass bed…
Then I remembered the car being rammed by another. Glass breaking. The car
spun so many times until it finally stopped. Glass stabbed me. It hurt for me to turn my head, but I had to see about Zeus. He wasn’t saying anything. He wasn’t calling for me or reaching for me.
“Ze...Zeus,” I screamed. His face was so bloody. “Sooomebody heeeelp!”
The door to the room that I was in pushed open and two nurses rushed to my side.
“Maam. We need you to calm down,” the shorter one told me, as the other one checked the machines I was hooked up to. “Your baby…”
My baby!
“Is my baby okay? Please tell me my baby is okay,” I wailed. I was so scared to look down and see my stomach flat.
“Maam, your baby is fine. He or she is a fighter. When we checked, the heartbeat was stronger than ever, but we need you to calm down so you won’t stress it.”
“Zeus...where is Zeus?” I asked. “The man that came here with me. Where is he?”
The nurses glanced at one another and my heart dropped. My child didn’t have his father and I didn’t have my man anymore. Before I knew it, I was screaming at the top of my lungs and trying to take the IV out of me and everything. I just wanted to say goodbye.
I drowned everything out as they tried to control me. In the end, they won. I felt a sharp pain in my ass cheek and my eyes felt heavy.
“Zeus,” I called out as they closed.
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“What the fuck?” I panicked. I woke up to my hands handcuffed to the bed. “What in the entire fuck,” I muttered, in disbelief. The door opened and I was ready to fight these nurses and doctors.
“How are you feeling?” the nurse that entered asked me and I grilled her.
“How would you feel waking up and seeing you’re handcuffed to a bed and you don’t know why?” I questioned her, and she gave me a pathetic smile.
“We just didn’t want you waking up and hurting you or the baby,” she said, at the same time checking my vitals.
“Well I have to go pee,” I let her know, and it was the truth. My bladder was full. “I’m not gonna hurt myself,” I assured her. “I just want to go pee.”