Bad and Bougie (Feeling Some Type of Way Book 2)

by Vera Roberts

  “Oh?” I’m pleasantly surprised. Despite the initial vibe, I think it’s pretty neat that Candy invited me to be a part of her shower. I’m still a little miffed she’s purposely excluding Adrienne but maybe as the lunch progresses, she’ll include Adrienne as well once she gets to know her. “What do you want us to do?”

  “Well,” Candy clears her throat, and opens a manila folder, “I already have ideas on what I want.”

  I look through the folder and see extravagant displays of flowers, favors, and menu ideas, all courtesy of Pinterest. Candy also has print-outs of the type of nursery she wants and it seems she’s going with a Lion King theme. I normally wouldn’t say anything about that but I could recall my mother had the same theme for me when I was born.

  If I wasn’t already uncomfortable, it just went up ten notches. My father has plenty of money to spend so I doubt it’ll be an issue on what they can afford. I guess Candy just wants us to be a part of everything since we’re about to have another sibling.

  “It all looks great,” I nod and I hand the manila envelope over to Adrienne, who browses through it. “It seems like you have it all decided so I don’t know what role you want us to play in it.”

  “Well, that’s why I wanted to invite you for lunch,” Candy begins, “like I said, your father and I are in the process of moving to a bigger home in Ladera Heights and we’re on a budget now. And your father means the world to me and I know he’ll do whatever he can to make me happy and he knows I really want this. So, I was hoping if you could be able to pay for it.”

  “Everything is all arranged!” Blonde chimes in. “We’re in contact with Eli D’Amato to do the floral arrangements. It should be in the folder on his estimate.”

  Adrienne pulls out the estimate and her eyes widen. “Fifteen thousand? Are these flowers going to water themselves?”

  “And we’re hoping to have it here at 3121,” Blonder adds, “we also received an estimate from the catering manager.

  Adrienne pulls out that estimate. “Ten thousand?”

  “And of course with the décor, we have another estimate in there as well.” Blondest finally gives her input.

  Adrienne pulls out that estimate and her mouth slightly opens. “Twenty thousand.”

  I quickly do the math. “You want me to pay for your forty-five thousand dollar baby shower?” I ask. Has this bitch lost her everloving mind?

  “It’s not that much,” Candy smiles, “once you think about it.”

  “And we all received discounts because we told them it was attached to the Fergusons.” Blonde added.

  “WAIT!” I bark. “You used my man’s name and you barely know him.” My fingers are starting to shake and the anger inside of me is building up. “You made all of these arrangements, contacted all of these people, under the assumption I was going to say yes. You invited me out to lunch because you wanted me to pay for it! That’s the reason why you chose Ian’s restaurant because you knew I would cover it, stop playing. And you did it under the guise of, ‘let’s get to know each other and build a bridge.’ No, bitch.”

  Candy is taken aback by my words and touches her chest as the Blondes follow suit. “Genesis, it’s not like that at all! Sam is putting all of our money into the new home. We can’t afford the shower I want and it was his suggestion that I ask you.”

  “My father berated me when the YouTube video became viral calling me a disgrace. When did that conversation about the shower occur? Before that?” I ask.

  Candy looks down and I already know the answer before she says a word. “After.”

  I heard more than enough. I gather up my things and finish my water. The anger and betrayal of the past several years finally came through and I cannot possibly shut up for the life of me. “When my mother was throwing up after her chemo, and her hair was falling out by the clumpload, do you know who was there to clean up her vomit and shave her head? ME! You know where my father was? In between your legs! In case your blonde squad doesn’t know, let me inform them. Candy was originally my father’s secretary. They’re started fucking while my mother was diagnosed with cancer and continued until she died. I know this because when I came home from the hospital to retrieve my mother’s favorite blanket, I overheard them fucking in my mother’s old bedroom she used to share with my father.”

  Hot tears stream down my face and I’m having trouble breathing. I turn back to Candy and she looks like she’d just seen Jesus. Adrienne is restraining me in case my anger translates to my fists. “You fucked my father while my mother was on her deathbed. You’ve barely spoken to me in the five years you two have been together. The only reason why I went to your wedding is because if I didn’t, my father was going to cut me off, which he did anyway because of you. You’re the reason I had to get rid of my mother’s storage because you didn’t want Sam to hold onto the past anymore. And now you have the audacity to ask me to throw you a fifty thousand dollar baby shower because of who I’m with?

  “How about this, Candy? If you want Ferguson money to pay for your baby shower, fuck one like I’m doing. Good-bye!” I begin to leave.

  As I’m leaving, I hear Adrienne address the women. “Y’all were so disgusted sharing a table with a transgendered woman, and you didn’t realize I’m actually richer than my sister. Had you been nice to me, I would’ve gladly helped throw you the biggest baby shower the world had ever seen. Next time, remember kindness because you never know who will help out your bitch ass.”

  Sixteen

  I swear “Floor Show” is the perfect pole dance song.

  As Kelela serenades me, I practice in front of the full-length mirror at home. I’m stripped down to my bra and bikini, with sparkly Christian Louboutin shoes. I need to practice a few more routines before I can even start to advertise for my space.

  I’m not going to lie; I’m nervous as hell. It’s one thing to attend a pole dancing class but it’s a completely different ball game when you’re the instructor. Will I be a good teacher? What if no one shows up? What if this idea is a flop-hard? Then what am I going to do with my time?

  Don’t get me wrong; I like having a rich boyfriend and it’s hella convenient. Whatever I want, I can get. But I also don’t want to spend time at home doing nothing all day. I also don’t think I’ll make a good socialite. I like my Jackson Five nostrils.

  Enough worrying about another episode of Keeping Up with the Plastics, I begin to dance. I wrap my left leg around the pole and slowly twirl around it once before I stop. I softly gyrate against the pole, rocking my hips against Kelela’s voice.

  I climb back onto the pole and softly swing around it until I flip myself upside down. My right leg is wrapped around the pole as I softly swing around it. I once again slide back down and ease my back along the pole. I feel the percussion, the wispy vocals, and the soft bass as it flows through my body. I’m one with the music.

  I climb back onto the pole and softly kick my legs as if I’m swimming. Grabbing the pole with both legs, I bend backwards and stare at myself in the mirror. I caress my torso and feel my breasts, reaching up to my neck. Damn, I’m a sexy bitch.

  I reach back up and climb a little, kicking both legs out and holding the pole with them in a fetal position as I swing around. I kick out one leg, followed by the other and wrap my right leg around the pole as I fall backwards once again.

  The last swing, I see Ian’s face and I grin at him. He slowly walks up to the pole wearing a casual outfit of jeans and a fitted shirt. I smell his earthy cologne and if this man don’t get… “Hey honey,” I smiled as I twirl around.

  “I’m about to head to work but I think I want to stay here,” he kneels down to my face. We managed to sneak in a kiss before I moved again.

  I get down and turn off the music. I rush over and jump on him, wrapping my legs around him. “Baby, I missed you so much!”

  “Mmm, I missed you more.” He kisses me gently before his tongue ravages mine with a hot fervor and desire that I equally match. He manages to
break free just slightly to talk to me, leading me to the nearby sofa and sitting down as I straddle him. “How’s my angel doing?”

  “Well, I’ve had better days.” I swallow. “I don’t think I should go back to 3121 ever again, though.”

  “I heard about today,” he frowns, “I’m sorry about that, angel. I didn’t know what was going on and my catering manager didn’t think otherwise.”

  “It’s not your fault at all,” I shake my head in both disbelief and disgust. “I just can’t believe they actually used your name to get something. They were ashamed of me until they saw we were a couple. Now they’re riding my coattails.” I sigh. I refuse to cry anymore. My mother deserves better than this. “It is what it is.”

  “No, it’s not.” Ian states. “You don’t have to worry about them anymore. I’ve put a ban on them from entering any Ferguson-owned properties. There’s a lot of them so they won’t be able to pull that stunt anywhere in the world. But you’re welcomed back to 3121 and all properties.”

  I wanted to ask him what properties did the family own but I have a feeling Ian probably doesn’t know. In fact, he’s hinted it was already too many to name. “I take your word for it.”

  “Hey,” he cups my face into his hands and stares deep into my eyes, “I’ll always protect you, angel. No matter what.”

  I want to believe him and he sounds so sincere. But I can’t help but to think he agreed to let me perform for the shareholders and I have to ask him about that later. Right now, I just want to be embraced by his love, and his touch.

  “I hear you’re going to be around more now,” I begin, “you’re leaving Sydney’s tour.”

  Ian softly nods. “It’s for the best. I’m about to enter a very busy time at the restaurants and I need to be there supervise everything. Besides, schmoozing with private art collectors is more of Gerald’s type of thing, anyway. I rather be doing other more important things.”

  “Such as?”

  “Such as the woman sitting on my lap,” he grins as his blue eyes sparkle, “I’m kinda wondering why she’s on my lap and not on my face.”

  I felt my body instantly quiver at his dirty words. I’m supposed to be mad at him. I’m supposed to curse the ground he walked on a la Charlotte from Sex and the City. I’m supposed to be so disgusted with this man underneath me, despite feeling his hardened cock twitch underneath my damp entrance.

  Ian moved his hands to around my waist while another hand traveled lower and went inside my bikini. He slightly ran his finger against my slit and my body stilled as the pleasure went through me. “You like it when I play with your pussy like that, don’t you?”

  Ian’s dirty talk combined with his British accent was enough to send me over the edge but I retained control. I don’t know what will happen after we have our chat and I certainly don’t know if this will be the last time we’ll ever speak to each other again.

  In case it is, I want Zaddy to blow my back out. “I do,” I whimper.

  Ian readjusts himself so he’s lying on the sofa and I continue to straddle him. “Sit on my face, angel.”

  I crawl up Ian’s chest and perch myself on his face. He pulls my bikini to the side and I feel his tongue sweep across my throbbing sex. The sudden sensation catches me by surprise and I grab a hold onto the couch for support, despite Ian’s firm hands around my thighs.

  My body began to move in tandem with his tongue as it flickered back and forth on my sex. The light stubble of his goatee against my inner thighs contrasted with how hot and expert his tongue was. I gasped and shuddered, moaned and shrieked, surrendering all control yet again, as pleasure dominated my mind and spirit.

  He only used his tongue on me and nothing else. My legs began to shake, sweat beaded on my body, and his tongue had a rhythmic tempo of its own as if it were playing my body like an instrument.

  His tongue moved faster on me and we both knew I was close to climaxing. My sex was throbbing against his mouth, moans poured out of my throat, and my body rode his tongue like it was meant for it.

  The orgasm shocked me breathless before the moan burst out of my mouth. “Hmmmm….fuck.” I collapsed over the sofa and Ian finally stopped pleasing me. He slaps my ass a couple of times and the pain shoots through me. It’s a good pain and I silently love it.

  I slide down Ian’s body and I’m anxiously to get him out of his jeans. He watches me as I hurriedly unbuckle his jeans and pull down his zipper. I reach in to grab his already hardened cock and gasped.

  So big and so thick. My fingers slide up and down on the length and I could barely get my hands around the girth of it. I press it against my lips, rubbing it against my nose and inhale all of him as I place small kisses around it.

  I want to make him come in my mouth tonight and I don’t know why. I’m supposed to be angry at him and so heartbroken I wouldn’t be able to stand it. But I’m thinking about is pleasing him, taking as much of him into my hot and willing mouth before I couldn’t anymore.

  I can’t wait any longer and wrap my mouth around the mushroom tip, lowering my mouth inch by inch. Ian deeply moans and releases a breath as I continued to go down until he reaches the back of my throat. I can’t go any further and I’m disappointed that I can’t. I will have to learn how to deep throat.

  I pull back up and cover him in my saliva, making him nice and wet for me. Some of his essence already spilled out and I greedily lick it all up before I go down again. I took him as much as I could as I found a rhythm of my own. His cock hardened and throb against the inside of my hot mouth as Ian’s hands fisted in my curly locks.

  Hearing Ian’s moans turn me on even more and I become wetter just by hearing him. I already climaxed and I’m ready to go again and soon. But no, I need to make him come. I’m anxious to taste it, taste him, and hearing him loose control for once.

  “Angel…” He moans.

  I pull back and quickly stroke up as I lick around the mushroom tip. Just months ago, I had no idea how to suck dick and now I’m a nympho waiting for it. “Yes, baby?”

  “Stop,” he orders.

  What? I was getting a good rhythm going. I knew he was on the verge and he told me no? What? I immediately stop. “Okay.” I try to hide my frown and I hope it’s not so obvious.

  “You’ll make me come by your mouth another time,” Ian seemingly reads my mind and I’m instantly cheered up. “But I’ve been gone too long and I just need to be inside you.”

  He flips me over and once again spreads my bikini to the side. He pushes inside me and I gasp as my eyes water. He feels so delicious, so big, and I’m wrapped so tight around him. He instantly moans and sets off a furious pace.

  He grabs my legs and holds them against his chest as he buries himself to the hilt. My sex is so greedy for him, quivering around his thickness as he slams inside of me. Our hips buckle against each other as our moans bounce off the studio walls.

  Hot flashes of light burst inside of me. I’m delirious, in ecstasy, crying to the heavens, and pushing all negative emotions out of my mind. I’m about to climax and I know it’s going to rock me. I feel Ian throb inside of me with each thrust, and I can tell he’s getting close.

  My body begins to lightly spasm and I can’t hold the orgasm off any longer. The coil inside me is about to snap at any moment. “I’m about to come…” I moan.

  “Come all over my dick, angel.” He moans.

  A few more thrusts from Ian and I screamed my way to orgasm. It wasn’t a small voice that’s polite. This was a full-bodied, woman-who-just-got-fucked-by-her-man scream. It was deep, primal, raw, and full of emotion.

  But it wasn’t enough. I still wanted more from him. He didn’t want me to come inside my mouth yet but I wanted him to come on me. “On my titties, baby.” I moan. “I want your come there.” Who is this bitch coming out of me? Was I always a porn star and just didn’t know it?

  Ian thrusts a couple more times and pulls out, shooting his seed all over my tits as his body shakes and moans spew out of hi
s mouth. Damn, watching him come makes me want to go at it again. Instead, I take a finger and wipe a little of it, bringing it to my mouth and lick it clean as he watches me.

  He swipes his come with a couple of fingers and places them in my hot mouth as I greedily suck on them. “Oh shit,” he studies my face. I know we’re going to have round two soon. Hell, we’ll probably have rounds three, four, and five later.

  He falls back onto the couch and snuggle up to him. We’re hot, sweaty, and sticky. I’m supposed to be mad at him. I’m supposed to be planning my escape from him. I’m supposed to curse him out.

  Instead, I do the unthinkable. “I’ll do the show for the shareholders.”

  Ian softly nods and caresses my body. “Thank you, angel.”

  I know I’m going to regret this whole thing, I just know it. I know it’s a trainwreck waiting to happen and it might lead to something I’m not prepared for. But right now, I don’t care.

  Good dick will make a good girl go bad, stupid, and crazy. I just hope this performance won’t be any of those.

  Little did I know it was all three.

  Seventeen

  It took me forever to come up with the perfect name.

  As I watch the grand unveiling of my new studio, with Ian, Emma, Blake, and Adrienne beside me, I’m about to jump out of my Adidas. Instead, I play it calm, cool, and collected, as the purple sheet comes off my new dance studio name:

  Angel.

  No, I’m not so vain to name a studio after myself. I named it honor of Ian and a popular pole-dancing move. It makes sense to name it as such since the name angel has such a significant meaning in my life.

  It’s what Ian calls me. It’s what our mothers are.

  I feel a sweep of emotion building up inside of me and I push it down. My mother should be here celebrating this achievement. I’m glad Adrienne is here and Helen was going to fly down for the festivities.

  Michelle and I…well, we’re still not cool. I did extend an invite to her via text and I got a ‘K’ response. Well, potassium to you, too, bitch!