by Kelly, Marie
Her hands fell on her wide hips, and she looked up at me with a knotted face.
“But you’re still not on the top, Guns. How is that better?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed.
“Babe, I’m sorry.” She walked over to me and touched the hand that was on my face. “I’m just so tired of having to pretend that I love him when it’s you I want. You don’t know what it’s like when he touches me, and I wish it was you!”
I dropped my hand to look at her.
“I told you not to say that shit to me. I know the nigga is fucking you, but I don’t want to hear that shit! You’re about to make me fuck around a kill my own family!”
It was no secret that my love didn’t belong to me yet, and it was something I hated to think about when we weren’t together. But I damn sure didn’t want to hear about it! She knew that shit!
“I’m sorry. I’m just tired, Guns.”
She dropped her head, and I pulled her into my arms.
“I know, and I’m tired too, baby, but just be patient. Before you know it, we will be together.”
I knew she was getting tired, and I was too, but I knew it would all be over soon… hopefully.
Kanada Alton
The Next Day
“Kanada, you should take your lunch now,” my supervisor, Camille called out to me.
I looked over at her and nodded.
“Okay, thank you.”
I finished what I had in my hand, picked up my purse, and stood up from my chair. Since Alvaro wasn’t at work today because he was taking KeKe to the dentist, I headed to the elevator to leave the building.
As I stepped on to the elevator, I took my cell from my purse and smiled to see that Alvaro had texted me.
Alvaro: You better be at work missing me!
I giggled at his stupid ass and sent a response.
Me: Nope, but I am missing Keke!
I laughed when I saw that he read it, but no speech bubble popped up, letting me know that he was thinking about what to say.
The door opened, and I went to step off, but looked up as Brittany was about to step on.
We stood there staring at each other because I hadn’t seen her since Christmas Day. Alvaro told me that he explained to her that he wanted to see what could happen between us and that she didn’t take it too well, but I had no idea if she knew we had decided to be together. Because their last conversation didn’t go so well, I didn’t push him to tell her that we were officially together.
Her eyes narrowed at me and I went to step around her but stopped when she cleared her throat—obviously trying to get my attention.
I saw someone behind her, and I looked around to see that it was Andrea. She looked surprised to see me but then smirked.
“Erm, Alvaro isn’t here.” I looked back at Brittany because I was honestly confused to see her there when I know she knew that already.
“I know. I actually came to see you. Could we go somewhere to talk?”
My brows shot up in surprise because I had no idea what she wanted to say to me, but I knew what it would be about. Again, my eyes went to Andrea, who was standing there looking amused by what was going on.
“Somewhere alone.” Hearing Brittany’s voice again brought my eyes back to her.
“Sure.”
I had no intention of talking to Brittany—especially not alone—but I knew I would have to have that woman to woman talk eventually.
She stepped back off the elevator, allowing me to follow. When I looked back at Andrea, she had a huge smile on her face as the door closed.
“I was just going to lunch,” I explained to Brittany as we walked toward the exit.
“That’s fine.”
My cell beeped, and I looked down at it in my hand.
Alvaro: Yeah, we will see about that later. I’m gonna punish that pussy for that!
A smile covered my lips after reading that but quickly fell when I looked up to see that Brittany had seen the message too. The redness that was slowly casting over her entire face was a good indicator. But that wasn’t my problem. Nobody told her to look at my cell!
The walk to a diner around the corner was a weird, tense, and awkward one. When we took a seat in a booth, we sat there staring at each other.
“So,” I said ,trying to hurry along this talk that I didn’t even want to have. “I only have an hour lunch.”
Brittany smirked, tossed her hair off her shoulder, and leaned forward to say, “I’m sure since you’re fucking the boss it won’t be a problem if you’re a little late.”
Ohhh, she wants to be a bitch. She’s got the right one.
I smiled at her statement.
“I’m doing a lot more than just fucking the boss, but this job has nothing to do with the relationship I have with Alvaro. I like my job and love working and making my own money. Plus, with my man being the boss, I need to represent all that he upholds and not abuse it.” I winked at her stiff face and took a sip of the lemonade I had ordered when we first arrived.
Brittany’s lips twitched, and her jaw clenched.
“Listen, I know you’re having your fun with Alvaro. I mean he’s a hard man not to like, I know.” Lust flashed in her eyes.
I almost wanted to reach over and slap it away, but I had to remember that she was KeKe’s mother. Because God knows I wanted my hand and her face to become friends.
“All I’m trying to say is don’t look too much into it, Kanada, because Alvaro will come back for me. We just have this thing that works, honey. Many women have tried to lock him down and have failed. No matter what, he keeps coming back to me,” she said and then looked down at her nails.
“From my understanding, they were never his woman… not like I am.”
That caught her attention because that smug look she had on her face seconds ago melted away.
“It doesn’t matter, he was always still fucking me!”
A few people looked our way, but I guess she didn’t give a fuck because she didn’t apologize or calm down.
“And this time will be no different. He will come back for me, and you will be looking like a fool, Kanada. I was just trying to save you the embarrassment. Alvaro will always want me.”
My heart started to beat erratically at her words because this was the same fear I expressed to Alvaro on Christmas night. From the way Brittany was acting like another hip to him, I knew in my heart that they were still sleeping together.
But then I remembered Alvaro telling me that he had stopped sleeping with her before I even moved in. And then her words hit me again—he will come back for me!
“Thank you, Brittany,” I said with a smile, and she frowned.
“For what?”
“For making it clear that Alvaro isn’t sleeping with you right now.”
“What? I didn’t say that!” She snapped.
“You said that he will come back for you, not that he did.” Her mouth dropped. “Like you said before, he usually sleeps with you while he’s with the other women. I knew that because he told me already. But, by what you said, I know that he’s not now that he’s with me. And if that’s the case, I have nothing to worry about.”
If Alvaro and I break up, then it is what it is, but it was good to know that he wasn’t fucking Brittany while with me, and that was good enough for me.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped. She found herself coming to check me and stake claim on a man who clearly wasn’t worried about her anymore.
“Brittany, you’ve been in Alvaro’s life long before he even knew I existed. If he had any plans to be with you, he would have. What you’re worried about is the fact that he finally settled down with me, and he’s stopped sleeping with you, which lets you know it’s real. So, you thought you would come along and try put some doubt in my mind so I would project those doubts into my relationship and cause it to fall apart.”
I read her like a book. She was threatened by me and the changes in Alvaro, and her plan was to
cause some problems. But she had the wrong one.
I knew what I had with Alvaro, and it was real.
“Alvaro and I may break up—and that’s fine—but knowing it won’t be because he’s sleeping with you is priceless.”
Just as I said that, my cell beeped again. When I saw that it was Alvaro, the petty side of me made me lift it to show Brittany.
Alvaro: Can’t wait to see you later, baby. Have a good day. Miss you *heart emoji*
Yeah, I was secure in my shit!
After reading what he wrote, Brittany snatched her purse off the table and stomped out of the diner, causing a few people to look her way.
I simply shrugged and picked up my menu.
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
“Daddy, one more!” KeKe bounced around on her bed, and I laughed.
“KeKe, we’ve watched almost every Disney Princess DVD that’s on your shelf. I’m tired now, and I can’t take another movie.”
After taking her to dentist earlier, I brought her home to chill for a while, and she decided to watch a movie. I was okay with that, but knowing I couldn’t say no to her, KeKe had me watching damn near every DVD she had.
I watched Mulan, The Little Mermaid, Brave, Pocahontas and Snow White—I was done and didn’t want to see another fucking princess for as long as I lived!
KeKe pouted, but I wasn’t falling for that shit again.
“Nope, come on, let’s get ready for bed. I need to go home.”
“Daddy can you stay tonight?”
On any other night, I would stay, but I was horny as fuck and couldn’t wait to get home to rearrange Kanada’s insides. The whole day, I had been feening for her pussy—which I have a feeling KeKe’s cockblocking ass could sense—because my ass should have been home hours ago.
“Another night,” I said, and she nodded.
I turned the TV off and scooped her up into my arms to bathe her for bed.
Twenty minutes and five thousand questions later, I finally got KeKe into bed.
“Sleep well, baby. Daddy will call you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Daddy, love you, and tell TJ I said good night too.” Her smile was wide as she spoke about her little brother, and I smiled.
When I explained to KeKe—as much as I could to a four-year-old—that I was in a relationship with Kanada and not her mother, she took it surprisingly well. In her eyes, that really made TJ her brother, which was the only thing she seemed interested in. Plus, KeKe was very fond of Kanada, so they had their own relationship going on outside of that, and it all worked well.
The only person who wasn’t impressed by it all was Brittany—who came home looking like someone slapped her in the face. Shorty was tight about something and headed right to her room and never came back out.
I gave KeKe a kiss on each cheek and her forehead, and after pinkie promising that I would let TJ call her tomorrow, I left her room to find Brittany and let her know I was leaving.
“Brittany,” I called out her name as I knocked on her bedroom door.
When I didn’t get any answer, I slowly pushed the door open to see if she was asleep, but I was greeted with much more.
“Uhhhh, Alvaro! Alvaro! Ohhhhh!” Brittany cried out my name as her fingers frantically dived in and out of her pussy.
She was lying on her bed, butt naked, and legs spread wide as her fingers attacked her pussy like her life depended on it.
Brittany slowly opened her eyes, knowing I was looking at her, and bit down her bottom lip.
I watched the way her breasts rose and fell with each pant that left her lungs.
Her fingers were glistening, covered in juices from her fat, shaved pussy.
I stood there frozen at the door, taking in the show she was voluntarily offering.
“Mmmmm. Ohhhhh. Uhhhh. Alvarooooo,” Brittany cried and gave her pussy quick lashes until her back rose off the bed as she finally came—further soaking her already wet pussy.
Short, soft, satisfaction laced pants fell from her lips as her eyes remained closed. And then after a few more seconds to recuperate, she looked over at me.
“Come, Alvaro.” She held a hand out to me, beckoning me to join her on the bed. “We used to have a good thing going on, and I miss that—I miss us! I won’t say anything, I learnt my lesson. Just please come. I want to go back to how we were.”
I stood in the same spot just looking at her. My eyes roamed her sweaty, naked body for a few seconds, and then I looked her in the eyes.
“I won’t tell Kanada anything, Alvaro.” She smiled seductively at me.
“You are right, we did have a good thing going on,” I said, and she nodded.
“Yes, and I want that back so badly, Alvaro.”
“I will admit that you are looking so fucking good, ma, and that I’m beyond horny right now.”
Again, she beckoned me over with a quick flick of her wrists while her smile invited me further.
“I could fuck you right now—if I’m honest, I want to,” I admitted as I stepped further into the room and headed toward her.
When I made it to the bottom of the bed, she crawled over and looked up at me—ready and waiting for me to pull my dick out—that was trying to burst through my pants anyway, begging to be freed.
“I could fuck you, Brittany, and we could go back to how things were before.”
“That’s all I want, daddy.”
Her tongue slowly ran across her bottom lip, and she reached up to unzip my pants, but I stopped her by gripping her wrist.
“But if I fucked you, Brittany, that’s all we would ever be, and I would be losing so much more with Kanada.”
Brittany gasped from my words and pulled her hand out of my grasp.
“You see, I don’t fuck Kanada, Brittany. It’s more than that. Kanada is my friend, my lover, and my companion. We talk together, cook together, eat together, laugh together, cuddle together, and watch movies together.” I smiled at the thought of all that I had in Kanada.
“We lie on the sofa talking about our day while we massage each other’s feet. When I need it, Kanada will do everything I need her to do before I even ask her because we have that connection, which is so much more than me catching a nut. Which is all I could ever do with you.”
Brittany’s eyes watered, and although my intention wasn’t to hurt her, she needed to hear this.
“I can be all that and more, but you never gave me a chance! How could you pick her over me when I gave you a daughter? What’s so damn special about her, Wrath?” Brittany shrieked at me.
“Brittany, I knew you long before I ever knew Kanada. If I wanted to be with you, I could have, but you don’t want better for yourself, Brittany, and I can’t fuck with that long term.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
I chuckled and took a few steps back from the bed.
“Shorty, you are willing to let me fuck, knowing that as soon as I nut, I’m going to leave and go sleep in the bed next to my woman. And I know for a fact that if the tables were turned, Kanada wouldn’t even let me sniff her pussy, knowing I had a woman. Shit, she wouldn’t even let me talk to her when she thought you and I were still fucking around.”
My words made her eyes water, and she looked down at herself.
It’s sad to say, but I was starting to feel bad that Brittany was my baby mother because what was she going to teach my daughter? That it was okay to allow someone else’s nigga to fuck her when he wants and then go back home to his woman?
Brittany didn’t care if I had a woman or not as long as she got to fuck me too, and that wasn’t something I wanted my daughter to see, but it was too late now. Until I met Kanada, that shit didn’t even enter my mind because all the women around me allowed me to fuck, but I never thought about what my daughter would do once she was older.
“I’m not saying any of this to hurt you, Brittany, but take what I say and learn from it. You have a daughter, and what are you showing her? You say I never gave you a chan
ce, but did you give yourself one? Did you demand more from me than just allowing me to fuck whether I was single or not?”
She didn’t say anything as she continued to look down at the carpet, so I took that as my chance to leave.
“I will see you when I come for KeKe on Friday.”
Again, she didn’t respond or even look up at me, so I left her room and house.
I won’t lie and act like turning Brittany down was easy because it wasn’t. I had grown accustomed to getting my nut with her any time I wanted—even while I had other women. There may have been a lot of things that I didn’t like about Brittany, but one thing I couldn’t dispute was that her pussy was good. Real fucking good!
But just like I told her, once I nutted, then what? A nut wasn’t worth losing what I had at home. I didn’t for a second believe that I could start fucking Britt again, and she wouldn’t tell Kanada. Either her mouth would, or her actions would, but either way, I knew Kanada would find out.
Knowing how she was built and the pride as a woman that she carried, I knew she wouldn’t fuck with me again.
So, I knew fucking Brittany would be to lose Kanada—and Brittany just wasn’t worth it.
Plus, sex with Kanada was so much better because it was more to me than getting a nut. It was about showing Kanada how much I cared for her, and it was my way of being closer to her, which was all priceless and irreplaceable to me.
As soon as I jumped in my car, I sped off, dying to get home to my woman.
When I made it home, I went to check on TJ and give him a kiss on the forehead—which is something I always did if he was asleep before I got home. In my eyes, KeKe and TJ were the same, and both of them got the same treatment.
I chuckled when little man spoke out in his sleep and swatted my face away from him.
“Just like your mama,” I whispered to him and quietly left his room. Now that Kanada and I were together, I had moved her into my bedroom, and TJ’s room was now the one they used to share.
I was worried that he may have been scared to sleep alone since he was used to Kanada being in bed with him, but little man took it like a champ from the first night and never looked back.