She Got It Bad for A Heartless Gangsta: An AK Christmas
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“Hell yeah… shit.” She giggled softly and tried to lie on my chest, but I pushed her onto her back. “Your turn now,” I whispered as I dipped my head down between her legs.
***
That same week…
Virginia and I decided that we’d just go down to the courthouse like I wanted and that she could plan a big wedding later or whatever. I wasn’t really caring about that part, as long as we were official on paper.
“You about to be a married man, nigga! And you put a rush on that shit? You crazy!” my producer, Evo, shouted to me as I sat in the studio with him and Qamar.
“It ain’t as bad as you think, actually. You got someone to cook ya meals, wash ya clothes, and the pussy is always there. So much shit you miss out on when you ain’t got a wife.” Qamar grinned.
I stared at him for a minute before chuckling and shaking my head.
“I ain’t getting married to have a sex slave/maid, my nigga, I’m getting married because I want Virginia to be my wife. Plus, we already got a kid, so this shit is long overdue.”
“Well, I guess I’m happy for you since you chose this, and it wasn’t like she was pressuring you to do it, so this must really be your decision.” Evo nodded.
“Exactly, and even if she was pressuring me, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.”
“Aye, nigga, you need a bachelor party.” Qamar smirked, putting his personal bottle of Hennessy to his lips.
“Nah, man, not yet. Maybe for like the actual wedding and shit I can have one.”
“Aight, well tonight we can just celebrate for you real quick at the strip club. Let’s go to Ricky’s shit. I’ll call the homies up and we can get fucked up tonight,” Qamar shouted excitedly.
“Ooh hell yeah!” Evo clapped. Nigga was just excited to hopefully score some hoes using us.
“I ain’t trying to get fucked up in public!” I laughed.
“Okay, what about a hotel suite? Soon as I tell them niggas who is trying to come use their shit, they’re gonna have a room for us ASAP,” Qamar replied, and I nodded since it did sound fun. I hadn’t partied just for the hell of it in a minute. “Ricky can get the strippers. Ricky knows all the bitches,” he added, making us all laugh.
“If only Draylah knew her nigga was the connect on fine ass bitches.” I chuckled along with Qamar and Evo. “How does that nigga even know so many fine hoes? Only hoes I know are dirty, low budget, or looking for a come up.”
“Yeah, he knows them good hoes,” Evo said as we chortled.
“Man, some years back, if Ricky threw a party, you were for sure gon’ wanna fuck four or five bitches in the first ten minutes.” Qamar reminisced before taking another sip, and I just shook my head as I thought about what he said. A part of me felt like maybe this shit wasn’t a good idea then.
I cut my session short because I think we were all a little too excited to just be niggas tonight. So after Qamar called the Beverly Hills hotel and had them square away the Presidential bungalow for us, he hit Ricky to do his part and then invited MG to the festivities.
We went our separate ways to go freshen up, and thankfully, when I got home to do so, my housekeeper told me Virginia was out having a play date with Bia and her son at her house. I wasn’t sure why since Alessiah couldn’t even talk, let alone play, but right now, it worked in my favor. Plus, I think Virginia just used that as an excuse to be at her friends’ houses.
Hurriedly, I showered and got dressed, then hit Qamar to let him know I was on my way to the hotel suite. I made it to the Bungalow in no time, and it was like some for real off to the side shit. I was happy we would have some privacy to party how we wanted to.
I knew the homies were here already because when I pulled up earlier, I saw a bunch of luxury vehicles in the valet area, waiting to be parked.
“Welcome,” a beautiful girl wearing next to nothing greeted me as I entered the bungalow. Ricky, MG, Qamar, and Evo were already drinking and smoking, and Evo was throwing way too much damn cash already.
“Congrats, nigga, and don’t do nothing dumb.” Ricky got up from the couch, high as a muthafucka.
“Wait, nigga, you leaving?” I frowned.
“Nah, my wife is calling, and if she hears a female voice in the background, she gon’ show up on some Charles Manson murder spree shit.”
Laughing, I replied, “Yeah, handle her. A nigga ain’t trying to die—”
“Wait, baby, you’re not leaving, right?” This real pretty bitch with red hair grabbed onto Ricky, cutting me off. The look in her eyes told me how bad she had it for this nigga already. When I walked in, she was sitting next to him, so clearly, she’d had her mind set on him.
“First rule of the night—don’t touch me,” he told her.
“Yeah, don’t leave.” Another girl walked up. She was bad too, but not as sexy as the faux red head.
Ricky whipped his head towards her, and I could tell by the look on his face that some wild shit was about to come out.
“Get out my fucking space and use some damn Head and Shoulders before you come do a job, bitch. Got me thinking it’s snowing in this muthafucka.” He left out, phone ringing in his hand, as everyone in the living room roared with laughter, except the bitch who’d gotten flamed, of course.
I went to put my ‘just in case’ bag in the room after dapping everybody up, and by that time, Ricky had come back in to sit down. MG turned the music up as Qamar and Ricky lit up their blunts, and the shit was on. For the next two or three hours, shit, maybe more, we smoked, drank, got lap dances, and just really let loose; not too damn loose though.
After a while, Ricky left, and the red head was right on his heels. I was twisted as fuck, but I do remember her coming back looking like a sad ass puppy, so she must have gotten turned down. Shit was jokes, but I was too fucked up to laugh.
“You good?” MG asked, standing up and pocketing his iPhone.
“Yeah, man,” I slurred, leaning off and letting my head fall into this one cutie’s lap. The way she caressed my head felt good as fuck.
***
A few hours later…
I gasped loudly as hell, sitting up. I realized I was in a bed, but it wasn’t my bed, and the bitch next to me wasn’t my fiancée.
“Fuck. Fuck. What time is it?” I asked myself, as I jumped out of the bed, head pounding like a heartbeat.
“Wh—What’s wrong?” The girl woke up.
“Oh my God, bruh.” I felt like crying, mainly because I wasn’t sure how the fuck I got here. I was still dressed, but my jeans were open.
“Baby, lie back down—”
“Shut yo’ ass up! I ain’t lying back down!” I roared, making her eyes widen. I wanted to ask her if we fucked, but I was too afraid to know the answer. “Where is Qamar? And Evo?” I buckled my jeans then snatched up my bag.
I knew Ricky had left, and I remembered MG leaving as I laid my head in this bitch’s lap.
“They went home. Am I gonna have to pay anything because I—”
“Nah. One of them niggas got the bill. Fuck!” I rushed out of the room, snatching my phone off the coffee table in the living room to see the time.
It was 3 a.m., and I had more calls and texts than a little bit from Virginia. My dumb ass didn’t even tell her where I was going.
I’d finally gotten my whip, and I was driving from that hotel on two damn wheels until I made it home. When I did, I quickly took a shower downstairs just in case I did fuck that hoe. While under the water, I ain’t gon’ lie, a nigga wanted to cry. The last fucking thing I wanted to do was cheat on my fucking girl, and now I may have.
Once out, I grabbed some boxers from the laundry room and then went upstairs to check on my daughter, and then to the bedroom I shared with Virginia.
“You better not have had too much fun,” she said, scaring the shit out of me when I cuddled up behind her.
“I didn’t, and I’m sorry I forgot to mention the little party we just… it was a last-minute thing.”
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br /> “Don’t forget next time.” She turned to face me. “I only found out because Kattlyn told me.”
“I won’t forget. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She pecked me and then turned back around.
I hugged her back into my chest and kissed her shoulder, praying like hell tonight’s disaster did nothing to disrupt my happy home.
Draylah
While Ricky was out dropping Lily off at her ballet class, I decided to get a workout in. I’d already completed all ten of the appointments I’d had today, and was extremely exhausted, but for some reason, working out had become a little bit of an addiction of mine. I used to hate it and kept myself in shape by dancing, but these days I enjoyed how I felt afterwards.
I was about an hour and a half into my workout when I heard the front door. I knew it was Ricky, so I listened as he made his way to where I was. I wasn’t sure how he knew I was in here, but he did. I tried not to pay attention, but the scent of his cologne traveled throughout the gym area, forcing a smile on my face as I turned to face him. Standing there in simply gray sweats, Nikes, and a hoodie, he looked so fucking good to me. As I tried to keep up my workout, I watched his eyes cascade down my frame lustfully, before he licked his full caramel lips.
“Don’t come near me,” I joked as he smoothly glided into the room, pushing his hood off and exposing his beard and tatted up neck. My eyes ran across the King AK on the side and then to the South Central one plastered across the front of his neck.
Stroking his beard sexily, he replied, “I’m just trying to help you.”
“I don’t need help doing squats.”
“Yeah you do. Look at yo’ ass. Ya fucking form is all wrong.”
“Nigga, please. I’m a pro at this, thank you very much.”
“Nah, I got you.” He came up behind me, speaking lowly and sensually. I’d been with this man for years and still the smallest things got me hot as if this were a new crush between us.
Foolishly, I let his big hands grasp my hips from behind, making my pussy start to pulsate already.
“Move, Ricky! I’m serious!” I shouted, but annoyed myself when a small chuckle came falling out right afterwards.
“Damn,” he commented as I went down, and his stupid ass went down with me, making sure I felt his dick against my ass. “Can you do that on the dick too?” He kissed my neck and then my shoulder as we came back up.
“Stop,” I whined, already in the mood.
We were standing together now as he hugged me from behind, allowing one of his large hands to caress the front of my body.
“Ain’t stopping shit. I need to work yo’ little ass out some more,” he grumbled, as he kissed on the other side of my neck. “Ya body is fucking crazy,” he complimented, hugging me from the back as we turned to face the mirrored side of the wall.
In the midst of his kisses on my neck and shoulders, we made eye contact in the mirror, prompting him to pause. I watched his deep sexy eyes devour me silently, as he pulled my body into his chest some more.
“What?” I inquired lowly.
“Look how fucking beautiful you are,” he replied, almost as if he were talking to himself. “Not just on the outside.” He kissed the side of my face. “I wish I had you from day one.”
“Why? So you could have been my first and only?”
“I mean, that would have been nice as fuck too, but nah. I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit, because I’m sure this dick is the only one to change ya life.” My clit throbbed at his arrogant statement. “But I wish I had you from day one because I love yo’ ass, and sometimes a nigga feels like the 75+ years we probably got left together ain’t enough for me.”
Ricky spoke without taking his eyes off of my frame and my face. My insides started to feel all warm at the sound of his sweet words.
“Awww.” I turned in his arms to face him. “You really want some pussy, huh?” I quizzed, and when he nodded with a sexy smirk I burst into laughter.
He hugged me tightly, letting his hands run amuck all over my body, before gripping my ass in his massive and strong hands.
“I’m serious though.”
“I know. I love you too, but it’s gonna be more than 75+ years, nigga. Don’t you ever say that again or I’ll have to cut your ass,” I spat, making him chuckle as I led him out of the gym room.
As we made our way up the stairs, I could hear my phone ringing in the bedroom, so I rushed to see who it was with Ricky right behind me. I saw it was the daycare school I’d enrolled the twins in, so I hurriedly answered as Ricky went to turn the shower on.
“Hello? Is everything okay?” I got right to the point. If something had happened to my babies, I was about to blow that whole fucking establishment up.
“Well, not quite. Could you come—”
“What the fuck happened?”
“Mrs. Montana, if you would just come down here to pick up the twins, I can explain things better in person. They’re alright, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“Okay, but you guys shouldn’t be done for another hour, so—”
“Please come get them.”
The desperation in her voice told me everything I needed to know. This was the third daycare this year that had called me about the twins. The only reason I had them in these daycares twice a week was so they could learn extra stuff. Ricky and I definitely did our part in teaching them, but I just wanted a little extra for my kids. I was seeing that maybe this wasn’t the best idea though. They were developing a reputation around the area as the ‘The Montana Twins.’
“Who was that?” Ricky peeked out of the bathroom, scratching his head.
“The daycare.”
I didn’t need to say anything else as Ricky shook his head and laughed.
“You need me to come too or—”
“No! You don’t know how to act, and I don’t have time to be worried about the police being called.”
“Nah, I do know how to fucking act! Them muthafuckas just don’t know how to act in the presence of a real nigga,” he fussed, butt ass naked, looking like a sexy piece of caramel candy covered in tattoos. My eyes gravitated towards his long, thick rod, but I quickly turned away because I had to hurry out.
I went over to Ricky to peck his lips, and then grabbed my keys and purse to head out the door.
The daycare wasn’t too far, and since rush hour traffic hadn’t hit yet, I made it there in less than twenty minutes. Getting out, I made sure to grab my coat from the back because it was pretty cold here in California at the moment, plus, I wasn’t dressed appropriately in my opinion.
“Mommy!” Frederick and Camellia rushed to me, leaving the teacher to call after them. They both had shiny curly hair, but we trimmed Frederick’s down to his head, like his father, and let Camellia’s stay long. Frederick had on overalls, which he loved because they had pockets, for some reason, and Camellia had on a cute dress with tights on under, courtesy of her father.
“Hi, cuties!” I squealed as I knelt down. I couldn’t help but to feel fuzzy inside as they hugged me tightly. That was another thing; my babies were beyond well behaved at home and at Ricky’s grandmother’s place, but when left with other people, it was as if they were different kids.
By the time I had Frederick and Camellia in their puffy jackets and beanies, Miss Ford, the woman who’d phoned me, was coming over.
“Can I have a minute with you, Mrs. Montana?” She fake smiled.
“Yep.” I placed both of my kids in the chairs nearby, and then handed them a room temperature juice box to drink. “Okay, what’s up?”
“Well, I regret to inform you of this, but we can no longer have the twins be a part of the daycare program.”
Miss Ford was an old white woman who probably hadn’t seen a dick since the Beatles were in their prime. She was a bitch to say the least, but I liked her because I’d assumed she’d be able to keep the twins in check, unlike the past daycares.
“Why not?”
“She lie!” Camellia shouted, and when I whipped my head in her direction, the venom in my two year old’s eyes was nothing to shake a stick at. She stared Miss Ford down hard as if she wanted to kill her. If she wasn’t three times my baby’s size, Camellia might have actually tried to fight Miss Ford.
“Cam, you shut your mouth right now or I’m gonna spank you in front of everybody!” I barked. For some reason, she hated to be disciplined in front of people, especially her sister Lily.
Camellia sat back and resumed drinking her juice, and when I looked to Frederick, he appeared unbothered as if he weren’t afraid in the slightest. He was so much like his father in that sense, but when I got ready to whoop his little ass, he’d crack. It was rare though, because like I said, with their parents, they were the ideal children.
“Now, I’m not sure what Camellia is used to seeing or doing, but hitting another child over a snack or for any reason at all, is unacceptable.”
“Camellia isn’t seeing any d—anything.” I didn’t want to snap because Miss Ford would be able to easily conclude where Camellia had gotten her behavior. “I will handle her.”
“Great. And Frederick has been stealing.”
“Stealing? Stealing what?” I nearly yelled.
No wonder he loved pockets all of a sudden.
“He’s been stealing from the candy jar we have. The candy is to reward the kids for doing well. He steals the candy and gives it to the teenage female assistants we have here.”
“Why didn’t you take it from him? You just let him steal it?”
“I don’t see him steal it. Somehow, he’s been able to get the candy without my knowledge, despite eyes being on him the entire time he’s here.”
“Well how do you even know it’s him?”
“Because two of my assistants told me he gave them candy, and then when another toddler, David, copied him, Frederick punched him in the chest when he gave the candy to the girl.”