by Lucinda John
“For ninety days, you will make me pills, without pay; that will teach your ass about crossing me. See, I have to teach your ass early that I’m not about games. You look like the type that would try your hand at crossing me, but trust me, that ain’t something you want to do,” Smoke said.
“Can he do this shit?” I asked Stacks.
“Hey, he’s the boss, I’m just a silent partner that wants his cut on time,” Stacks said, putting his hands up.
“This is some bullshit.”
“You can cry about it all you want, but that’s how I’m running shit.”
“Well at least you still have your job at the pharmacy,” Stacks joked, causing my blood to boil.
“Fuck this shit man.”
“See you next month, don’t expect to get paid either,” Smoke said as I walked out of the door.
What the fuck are we going to do about this shit?” Tommy asked me.
“Tangela,” I smiled.
Tangela, or Tangi as everyone called her was Draya’s cousin. She was lethal as fuck when it came to getting close to niggas then bringing them down to her knees. She had a wet pussy and a swift wrist game when it came to slicing somebody’s throat in half.
“Good pussy T,” Tommy said blushing, recalling their fling.
He was the reason I knew she was working with some good shit between her legs.
“Maybe she’ll break a nigga off,” he said.
“Nah, she’s here’s for business purposes only. If Smoke finds out we know her, then he isn’t going to fuck with her like that.”
“That nigga is about to become worm food,” Tommy laughed.
“Then this shit will be right back ours,” I smiled.
Now, only if I could get Draya and Karrueche to be on some sister, wive type shit, life for me would be sweet.
Chapter Five
Shantika
Life in Fort Myers was starting to take a toll on me. Not only did I lose my baby, I was out here all alone. I missed CheChe dearly; she was the only thing I had close to a friend. I communicated with her on a daily basis, but I still wanted to see her. The only thing that stopped me from moving back to Miami was Tommy. I knew he would be pissed at me, and even more furious, when he found out I had an ectopic pregnancy.
Not being the type that liked living in my funk, I got up for a day of pampering. It was kind of chilly outside, so I decided to wear a pair of black tights with a cream sweater. My cream UGG boots matched my outfit to perfection. Since I had plans on getting my hair done, I pulled it all into a high ponytail. Giving myself a wink, I walked to my car and headed to the hair salon first.
“What are you getting today?” Banshee, my stylist asked.
“I need a new installment of the straight Brazilian bundles and I want it dyed hot red,” I replied.
“What inches?”
“ Eighteen, twenty, and twenty-two.”
“Long hair, don’t care,” She said, smacking her lips.
We sat in the salon and made small talk with one another while I skimmed through Facebook. The normal thots were thotting, while the niggas who didn’t own anything, but a pair of boxers, carried on like they had money. I was so through with Facebook, so I decided to go to my Twitter account.
I’m a high school student in college, taking college courses. I do it for Kareem.
I read Karrueche’s post before re-tweeting it. I was glad she was getting back on her shit. She told me about her putting fire in the law firm’s ass and getting her father’s money back. I was proud of her. She deserved everything, plus more, for the bullshit Geek put her through. Had I known he was married to that chick, I would have been put CheChe up on game. I’ve been in and out of Tommy’s life and I have never met this wife a day in my life.
When Banshee finished my hair, I felt like a brand new woman. It was funny how a woman could go from feeling shitty, to brand new, after getting their hair laid. I paid Banshee with a crisp hundred-dollar bill, giving her an extra twenty for laying my shit to perfection.
After sitting for an hour, waiting for Ching to finish up his customer’s pedicure and full set, I was next in his chair. It was something about Chinese men that did the best nails. Since I’ve been in Fort Myers, Ching has been the only one hooking me up. I would walk around with chipped polish before I cheated on my nail tech. I was just that loyal.
A fresh new coat of teal polished stilettos nails and I was the shit. The way my gold rhinestones shined on my ring finger had a bitch giving Ching a high five. I allowed him to scrub my feet and massage them until I dozed off. I was drooling like I haven’t slept in years, when Ching tapped me to go sit under the dryer so my toes could dry.
It was late when I finally made my way out of the nail salon, so I decided to grab some drinks at The Grill. They had the best chicken wings in town, and by the way my stomach was set up, I could see myself ordering me a twenty-piece. When I made it to The Grill, I took a seat in the far back corner so that I could watch the door. I wanted to see everyone that was coming in and out, as I sipped my long island ice tea and munched on hot wings.
“The usual?” Pinto asked, walking over to me.
“Yes sir,” I smiled. It was ridiculous that my idea of a Friday night out, was sitting in the back of a bar, sipping drinks, while eating wings.
“I’ll put it in,” he said, walking away.
Just as I was pulling my iPad out of my bag so I could do some retail therapy, a sexy Michael B. Jordan look alike walked passed my table, causing me to do a double take. My eyes followed his sexy ass all the way to the bathroom before I broke my gaze and took a sip of the water Pinto placed on the table.
“He’s sexy isn’t he?” Pinto asked.
“Hell yeah he is, do you know him?”
“Yes, that’s Journi, or as everyone calls him J4. ‘He handles business with the boss’,” Pinto said, using air quotations.
“Journi is gay?” I asked, not taking the hint.
“No dumbass, he uses this bar to help clean up his money,” Pinto said.
“Hmm, why haven’t I seen him before?”
“He doesn’t live out here; he just comes down once in a blue moon.”
“I see,” I replied, picking up a wing.
“Eat up, love,” Pinto said, before walking away from the table.
I watched the back like a hawk, waiting for Journi to walk back out, but he never did. After eating twelve out of my twenty wings and drinking two long island ice teas, I was ready to go. I was usually able to drink three before I started getting a buzz, but tonight I was feeling tired. I flagged Pinto down so I could get a to-go box and pay my bill.
“It’s already covered and here,” Pinto said, handing me a Note 5.
“Who phone is this?” I asked.
“Journi’s,” He smiled.
“Why is Journi giving me his phone?”
“I guess he figured if he gave you his number, you wouldn’t have called him. He covered your bill, while tipping me very well, so you better take that phone and wait on his call,” Pinto excitedly said.
“You are a fool,” I giggled.
“No, you are beautiful; shit let me be you for a day,” he beamed.
“Later, Pinto.”
“Later, Tika.”
When I finally made it home, tired wasn’t the word for how my body was feeling. Before retiring in my king sized bed, I made sure the house was locked up and my alarm was activated. My gun (Boosie) was in the nightstand next to my bed, making me feel real secure. Just as I was about to give my soul to the God’s of sleep, my phone started ringing off the hook.
I grabbed my phone off the nightstand, but that wasn’t where the ringing was coming from. I looked around my room, until my eyes fell on my purse. Rushing towards it, I pulled out Journi’s phone and answered it.
“Hello?” I answered, with a hint of attitude.
“I take it you were sleeping,” The sexy voice spoke into the phone.
“Um… No… I mean, kinda,
” I stuttered.
“I just wanted to make sure you made it home safely.”
“I’m home and I’m safe,” I replied.
“That’s good. I’m in town for a week and I was wondering if we could kick it.”
“Kick it?” I suspiciously asked.
“Nothing like that ma, I just want to take you on a few dates while I’m out here on business,” he said.
“How about we go to breakfast?” I suggested.
“Breakfast sounds good.”
“Text me your address and I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“I have a better idea, how about you text me a location and I’ll meet you there at eight,” I said.
“That will work. Well, go ahead and get your beauty rest, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night,” I blushed into the phone.
“Night,” he said, before hanging up.
Just as I was about to put the phone on the nightstand, I got a text with the location of our breakfast destination. I was a big fan of Mel’s Diner, so I was excited about eating there. I wasn’t ready to be in a committed relationship; however, I did plan on dating and having fun.
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“I really had a great time with you,” I said, as we walked the pier.
“I enjoyed my week with you, too,” he replied, leaning against the rail before pulling me into him.
“Do you really have to go?” I pouted.
“Yes, my business partner is waiting on me so we can make some moves.”
“You never did tell me what you do for a living.”
“In due time,” he said.
“So, do you plan on seeing me again?”
“Every chance I get,” he said, kissing me on the cheeks, causing me to blush.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips close to mine. He licked his full succulent lips before pressing them against mine. The way he was kissing me had me wetter than the ocean water that was crashing against the shore. This whole week he’s been the perfect gentleman, wining and dining me, but at this moment I wanted sex. I had no plans on things going further than a friendship; however, I was sexually frustrated and was in need of some dick.
“You keep kissing me like that, I’m going to fuck you right here on this pier,” he groaned in my ear.
“Maybe that’s what I want you to do,” I whispered.
“Stop playing.”
“Who’s playing?”
“Hmm,” he replied, sitting my body on top of the rail.
His head then disappeared underneath my dress and I could feel his breath between my legs. He blew his breath on my pussy causing me to squirm. Slipping his fingers in my panties, he slowly stroked my clit with his thick fingers until I began to purr.
“Stay still before you fall,” he smirked.
In one swift motion, my panties were detached from my body and laying on the ground. He spread my legs and dipped his tongue deep in my honey pot. The way he was eating me out had me thinking he was Winnie the Pooh. Journi was a certified head doctor that did things to my body that I didn’t know was possible.
“Damn, you taste so fucking sweet,” he said, in between bites.
“Be a good boy and eat this pussy,” I demanded, pulling his head deeper between my legs.
He bit my clit before he began sucking on it, causing it to swell. He would suck on my clit then stop, causing me to go crazy. Journi had my ass ready to jump out of my skin and disappear. Before I could catch my nut, I felt him shove his dick deep down my guts. The feeling was amazing, but, I had to pull back and make sure his sausage was wrapped up. After confirming that he had on a condom, I allowed him to fuck me up and down the pier.
I was bent over the rail with my head dangling towards the water, while he pounded my pussy from the back. The thought of me falling over in the water had me turned the fuck on. Journi was talking that dirty thug shit in my ear, while he forced me to arch my back. Sex with Journi was rough, yet sensual at the same time. His dick wasn’t a monster like Tommy’s, but the motion in the ocean was definitely there. Journi was a thick seven and a half inches, but he was working that stick like it was double it’s actual size.
“Oh fuck, I’m about to cum,” I cried out, feeling his nails digging in my ass cheeks.
“What you waiting on? I hope you don’t think we’re about to come at the same time. Catch your nut first,” he said, biting my earlobe.
“Oh shit, faster daddy, yessssss. Right there!” I yelled out.
“Right here?” he asked, pounding the fuck out of my spot.
“Yes Journi, right theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!” I yelled, as my pussy began squirting everywhere.
“Fuck!” he groaned, as his thrusts started to quicken in pace.
I wanted to help him reach his peak, so I used my pussy muscles to choke the fuck out of his dick, until he was spilling his seeds into the condom.
“Oh shit, that was some fire shit!” he panted, trying to catch his breath.
“I got that ‘make you fall in love’ pussy,” I grinned.
“Not love, but deep like, yeah.”
I reached in my bag and pulled out some baby wipes. I used some to clean myself off and handed him some so he could do the same. Since my panties were torn, I decided to throw them away in the garbage.
“Hmm, I’m not going to be able to handle being around you wearing no panties.”
“Don’t you have a flight to catch in the morning?”
“Yes, that’s why we’re going to grab a room here and fuck each other brains out until it’s time for me to go.”
“You’re so fucking crazy,” I giggled.
“Oh, you haven’t seen crazy yet,” he said, smacking me on the ass.
We walked to the front of the beach and checked into a one-bedroom condo. I didn’t understand why Journi felt the need to spend five hundred dollars on a resort, that we would be only be staying in for a few hours. Instead of complaining, I just walked around and enjoyed the view.
Journi made good on his promise and fucked me on every inch of the condo. He even used some blankets and had my ass hanging from the door while he fucked me. Getting dick’d down by this little dick nigga was the best feeling in the world. I was still shocked that a seven-inch dick, fucked me better than a ten-inch one.
When it came time for me to drop Journi off to the airport, I was low key sad. He promised that we would keep in touch, but I didn’t hold my breath. The week I spent with Journi was very rewarding and exciting. Although, he laced me in nothing but the best, introduced me to fine dining, and fucked my brains out, I knew nothing about him, except his name. For all I knew he could be like Geek, with a whole family stashed under a rock somewhere. I decided to chuck this up as a one-night-stand and keep it moving. My heart was still going through the healing stages, so maybe Journi and I going our separate ways was for the best.
Chapter Six
Karrueche
“Ms. Davis, the next time your phone rings during an exam, that’s an automatic zero,” my nutty professor said.
I think his racist ass was mad that I was the youngest and only black student in his class. To have an African American freshman that was still in high school, taking his class, was an insult to him. Professor Butch did everything in his power to fail me, but I still was pulling A’s in that bitch.
When I made it to my apple red 2016 Infiniti Q50, I pulled out my phone to check my voice messages. When I realized they were from the hospital, my heart began racing. Hearing Nurse Betty on the line urging me to come to the hospital, had me fearing the worse.
I made it to the hospital in twenty minutes flat; rushing through everyone just to get to the floor my son was on. When I got off the elevator, I spotted Nurse Betty standing in front of the room that held my son. By the sorrowed look on her face, I could tell something was wrong.
“Nurse Betty,” I called out, running towards her.
“I’m sorry Karrueche, we did everything we could,” she said.
“No! No! No! Don’t say that to me. I was just with him before I went to class and he was fine! He was making progress,” I cried.
“He was, and I was sure that you would have been able to take him home with you next week, but his little lungs collapsed. The steroids we were giving him did little to help them develop.”
“Oh God, Nurse Betty please tell me this is some sick joke,” I sobbed.
“I wish I could baby, I’m sorry,” she said, holding on to me.
“I need to see him,” I whispered.
Nurse Betty led me to the morgue, where his small body was laying on a metal slab. A tiny white blanket covered his lifeless body, causing me to lose it. When Nurse Betty pushed the blanket off of his small body, I lost all understanding. My heart tore out of my chest, as I watched death claim another person I loved.
“Oh my baby, my sweet baby boy. I am so sorry, mommy is so sorry,” I cried, kissing his small hands.
He was very small, like one of those teacup puppies, but his tiny hand held on to my whole heart. I watched him lying there with his tiny eyes closed, and I couldn’t understand why this was happening to me. Everyone I seemed to hold near and dear to my heart, ended up dying or lying to me. Nurse Betty allowed me to sit and talk to my baby one last time before I had to leave the room. When we walked back to the waiting area, I spotted the Michael’s.
“I called them for you,” Nurse Betty said, rubbing my back.
“Oh baby, I am so sorry,” Mrs. Michael said, wrapping her arms around me.
“Why would God do this to me?” I asked.
“Baby, we will worry ourselves to death if we wonder why God allows things to happen, but I do know one thing, never question Him. Everything He does, there’s a reason behind it. You may not see it now, but this was something that had to happen, in order for you to grow,” she said, rubbing my back.
“I feel so lost. What am I supposed to do now?” I asked.
“You live. That baby is now with his grandfather, in a better place, watching over you. The only thing you can do now is make them proud,” she said.
“It hurts so bad, Mrs. Michael. That was my son, I carried him in my womb, felt his kicks and listened to his heartbeat,” I cried.