by Lucinda John
“I’m a real ass nigga, and I ain’t about to change shit about my ways. You may have not came out of my nut sack, but I bet I have the ability to have your ass calling me daddy.” he smirked.
Again his phone interrupted me before I could lash out on his ass. I was starting to think he had a bitch at home or some shit. Neesha never mentioned him being tied down but then again Neesha didn’t give a fuck if you had three wives she would still be down to be number four. He walked out in the hall to finish up his phone call leaving me with my thoughts . I thought of how it would be to actually have a boss ass nigga like Mayhem as bae.
“Listen, I gotta go handle something real quick, I’ll check in later.” he said grabbing my phone from the nightstand.
“Unlock this shit.” he handed me the phone.
Unlocking my phone, I handed it to him and watched as he plugged in his number. Once he was locked in he called his phone so that he could have my number saved as well. When he handed me my phone, I couldn’t help but smile at the name he listed under his contact; BOSS.
Joie
As I sat up in bed and watched my husband sleep, my heart began to thump loudly in my chest skipping a few beats. Unlike Macy, I didn’t care about becoming a Godfrey, I was just happy to be marrying the man of my dreams. I met Ramsey when I was at my all- time low. I knew he was torn between Stacy and I when we first started dating, but I was glad to take on the challenge.
The way Maleek came into my life like a night and shining armor saving me from my rough situation is what captured my heart. He had a bombshell like Stacy polished to play the role as his wife, but he was willing to give me, a little mixed ghetto girl from the projects a chance.
I had to admit Stacy did hold more of his heart than I did. His infatuation with her clouded his judgment when it came to me. Yes, he was still there for me but when we were together I could feel as if his head was somewhere else. Stacy had ulterior motives for being with Maleek, but I loved that man from his wild hair down to his big feet.
When Stacy took the money and skipped out of a town, I realized I was only doing Maleek a favor. If a woman can drop you for thirty thousand dollars then she wasn’t the one for you in the first place. The more I sat there and watched my soon- to- be husband, the faster my heart started to beat. If he only knew half of the secrets I was keeping for him there was no way in hell he would go through with marrying me.
“Why you staring at a nigga and shit.” he replied rolling on top of me.
“I can’t admire the man I love.” I smiled feeling butterflies fill my stomach.
“You know I’m fucking with you sexy.” he replied placing kissed on my belly button.
“I’m thinking about changing the venue for our wedding.” I said combing my fingers through his thick wild hair.
“Here we go again.” he sighed rubbing his full thick beard against my belly.
“Don’t do that.” I giggled wrapping my legs around him.
“Why are you changing the venue?”
“Because your mother said-”
“Joie, why do you keep letting my mother run your wedding? We’re only going to have one so why don’t you do things your way?” I asked.
“I just don’t want her to start hating me like she does Macy.” I honestly replied.
To be honest I wanted to tell his mother ‘hell no’ on a few of her ideas, but I first hand saw the way she flipped 0-100 with Macy, and I wanted no parts of that.
“Listen as long as you stay true to a nigga; then you ain’t gotta worry about ma. Do you baby. We only doing this once so let’s do it your way. I’m marrying you not my mama so I want you to have your dream wedding.” he replied licking my hip bone.
“Hmmm.” I moaned enjoying the feeling of his tongue gliding across my flesh.
“When are you going to give me my son?” he asked causing my heart rate to speed up. Every time he would mention me giving birth to his first born son I would feel bad. Not because I didn’t want to give him any more children but because he already had a son whose life he wasn’t in because of me.
Ten months after Macy and I paid Stacy to skip out of town I went to go check out PO BOX and found a letter with a picture of a beautiful baby boy attached. If it wasn’t for me convincing Maleek to change his numbers and us moving into our new house she would have probably reached out to him sooner. I didn’t have to read the letter to know that the baby belonged to Maleek. In the letter Stacy went on to say how she has been trying to contact him to no avail, and she understood if he didn’t want anything to do with her but she needed financial assistance for Maleek Tyrell Godfrey II, and that she would agree to a paternity test if one was needed. She also went into details about what me and Stacy did only to end the letter with threats of child support if he didn’t respond.
Instead of bringing the letter to Maleek and coming clean about everything like I should have I decided to once again take matters into my own hands. We were just celebrating the news of me carrying his first born child, and I wasn’t going to let anything come between that. Writing Stacy a letter I acted as if I was Maleek and told her that I would compensate her with child support every month, but I didn’t want anything to do with her or the baby. Instead of putting up a fight Stacy accepted and for the past four years I’ve been sending her ten grand a month.
Every year on his birthday I would make sure to send him a bunch of things out of guilt. I wasn’t sure which was worse, me keeping Maleek from his first born child, or the fact that Stacy was ok with Maleek not being physically in his life. When the holidays come around I would get really anxious thinking that Stacy would come to her senses and pop up with her son in tow, but it never happened. The more Maleek would beg me to have his son the worse I would feel.
“After we get married,” I replied.
“We had Jamie out of wedlock.” he replied looking up at me.
“Yes, but I want to be able to enjoy my wedding without a belly, plus I really want to be Mrs. Maleek Tyrell Godfrey Jr. before I pop out any more babies.”
“I hear ya.” he said placing his head between my legs and slipping his tongue in my honey pot.
“Ummmm.” I moaned spreading my legs farther apart so that he could have more access.
“Damn you sweet as fuck.” he groaned before flipping me over and encircling his tongue around my clit.
“Siiiiiiiiiiiii Papi!!” I cried out when he started alternating from sucking on clit to eating my ass out.
“Speak that sexy shit to me ma.” he replied applying to my clit with his thumb while his mouth played close attention to my ass.
Aside from Maleek being sexy as fuck, he was rich and his sex game was officially. Before him, I never experienced an orgasm by getting my ass ate. Hell, I never allowed any man to penetrate my ass ever. Maleek’s sex game was so proper that I was prepared to go down for murder if any hoe tried to sample what was mine.
“Oh yassss! Yassss! Yasss daddy yasss!!!” I quivered as I started nutting all over the place.
Once I regained my composure, I grabbed a hold of his nine- inch meaty dick and licked the mushroom tip. Running my tongue from the tip of the head down to the balls, I allowed my saliva to leak out of my mouth to provide the sloppy toppy effect. When his dick was nice and wet, I deep throated him whole making sure to run my tongue across his balls.
“Damn ma you suck this dick like a pro.” he shrieked trying to hold back that nut.
Although my jaws started to lock, I never let up. I was a firm believer of never leaving your man sexually unsatisfied. Using my cheek muscles I sucked him as if he was a grape flavored blow pop. Humming on his dick, I created a vibrating sensation that had him feeling my mouth up with his seeds. I never swallowed nut until I started sucking Maleek’s dick, his semen wasn’t salty like most men which made it easier for it to run down my throat smoothly.
“You are working for my last name girl.” Maleek smacked my ass before getting on top of me.
“I been ha
d that.” I replied waving my princess cut diamond encrusted band engagement ring in his face.
“Yeah that’s all you mama.” he replied getting lost in my eyes.
I was sure why he would do that, but it was as if he was making a connection with my soul. Every time we looked deep in each other eyes it was as if our hearts would open up and produce heavy amounts of love. Maleek was my everything, and I wasn’t sure life for me could go on if I had to live it without him.
“Oh shit.” he groaned as he slid in my pussy.
The connection our body made once he was in me was unexplainable. He made sweet love to me to the matching beat of our hearts causing tears to escape the corners of my eyes. Maleek never took his eyes off mine as he wiped the tears away and pushed my legs apart until they were touching the maple plush headboard of our king sized sleigh bed.
“Daddy you feel so good. Please don’t never leave me.” I cried.
“I ain’t going anywhere ma.” he assured me.
“You promise?” I asked thrusting my hips into his to match his strokes.
“You got my word, till death do us apart.”
“I love you Maleek Tyrell Godfrey Jr.”
“I love you too Joie Marie Godfrey.” he replied as we both came.
*****
“What are your plans for today?” Maleek asked as I stood in my vanity flat ironing my hair.
Despite me being half Spanish my mother genes stood out in me more. I had hair, hips and lips like my mother who was a black goddess. She had the type of beauty that would bring any man to their knees which was why my father left his wife to be with her. The only thing I was able to inherit from my father was my bright honey colored eyes, the ability to speak Spanish, my mixed pecan skin complexion, and the pain he brought me when his crazy wife decided to kill him and my mother on my sixteenth birthday sending me to live in the slums of the hood with my aunt who didn’t give a fuck about shit but that government check.
“Baby you don’t hear me talking to you?” he asked causing me to quickly blink away my tears.
“Yes um, I’m going to stop by my office then have lunch with Macy.” I said causing him to suck his teeth.
“Don’t do that you loved Macy.” I said grabbing my tan matte lipstick .
“Keyword, loved, past tense. I ain’t got shit to say to that grimy bitch.” he spat.
“She ain’t do nothing wrong.” I replied trying to save face for my friend.
“Yeah ok, just because y’all on some sworn secrecy shit don’t mean I’m dumb enough to believe that bitch wasn’t on some grimy shit. It’s only a matter of time before all that shit that was done in the dark come to life.” he replied causing a pain feeling to hit my heart. It was the way he said it that had my palms sweating and my nerves out of control.
“Talk to your brother, that’s his wife.”
“That’s not my marriage, nor is it my business. Make sure to have the stock reports in my email.” he replied wrapping his arms around my waist.
Not only was I the fiancé to Maleek Tyrell Godfrey Jr. I was also one of the financial advisors to The Godfrey Brothers INC. I along with a team of well- educated advisors came up with different ways to keep their money flowing abundantly.
“We look so damn good together.” he said pulling me away from my thoughts once again.
“We do don’t we?” I blushed watching how smooth our different skin shade blended perfectly.
Just like Mayhem and Ramsey, Maleek was tall and sexy. He was smaller than Mayhem in size but still on the muscular side. His deep dimples my daughter and his son inherited from him was his signature look. Instead of wearing his hair cut like his brothers he opted to let it grow out wearing it wild like Scrap from Love and HipHop Atlanta. Those Godfrey brothers were a special kind of sexy, they had that look that would make you drop them draws for them even if they didn’t have a pot- to -piss in or a window to throw it out of.
“It’s going to be a late night for me don’t wait up.” he said causing me to look up at him.
“Get those thoughts out your head, you’re all the woman I need.” he said placing a soft kiss on my lips.
Deciding to match his fly, I wore a tan high waist skirt with a creamed colored blouse and a pair of nude red bottom pumps. He hated when I copied what he wore but I on the other hand thought it was cute. When I walked out of my boutique style walk in closet he shook his head at me.
“We cute or whatever.” I smiled as he picked up his presidential Rolex and clasped it around my wrist.
“You lucky we’re going our separate ways today.” he joked.
“I’ll be by the office to treat you to lunch.”
“Make sure to bring Jamie with you it feels like my mother wants to kidnap our only child.”
“You know how Jane is with her grandbabies.” I chuckled.
“Yes, but I would love to see my daughter for lunch today can you handle that for me?”
“Yes daddy.” I purred.
“Down girl. I’m already late.” he replied waiting for me to finish getting ready so we could walk out the door together.
Maleek walked me to my truck, opened the door for me, and waited until I was buckled in before pulling me in for a long sensual kiss.
“Have a great day baby.” he said kissing me again kissed me again.
“Ditto.” I replied with a goofy smile plastered on my face.
I watched as Maleek got in his car and waited for me to drive off before pulling off in the opposite direction.
Ramsey
Jumping off my Harley I made sure my gun was secured in the small of my back before bursting through the hospital doors. I leaned up against the wall waiting for the elevator as a few of the nurses stopped what they were doing just to stare at me. If it was under different circumstances, I wouldn’t have had a problem jumping in one of their DM’s but I had some real shit to handle so I paid their asses no mind.
When the elevator chirped and I landed on the fifth floor, I walked the long halls until I reached the room I was searching for. Inside laid Sabrina on a hospital bed looking exhausted while her sister and brother stood over. They were all carrying on and smiling at how cute the baby came out looking claiming he looked just like his father.
“Get out.” I demanded making my presence known.
“Hello to you too.” Sabrina’s sister rolled her eyes.
“I ain’t here for all that formal shit. Get the fuck out!” I snapped at her ass. She was only salty that I decided to break her sister in instead of her. For weeks she was begging for a piece of this dick claiming the ability to fucking me better than her sister. Now her fake ass was over here gushing over the baby like she wasn’t just down for betraying her own flesh and blood.
“Aye partner I know you’re my sister’s baby daddy and all, but I ain’t the one for the respect.” her pussy ass brother had the nerve to say.
“Me being that lil nigga’s father haven’t been proven, now I suggested you and ya thot ass sister get the fuck out before I lose the little sense I got.” I snapped pulling out my gun to show that I was serious.
“You guys better leave.” Sabrina said trying to diffuse the situation.
“Listen to ya sister, I ain’t right in the head.” I smirked.
“I ain’t leaving you with this bitch ass-”
POP!
I hit her brother in the face with my left fist sending his ass crashing on the ground causing Sabrina to scream out.
“Now your ass got a reason to get the fuck outta here, go make one of those doctors check ya shit and take your hoe ass sister with you.” I said in a dismissive tone.
“Steve please just go. Karen, I’ll talk to you two later.” Sabrina begged. She knew I was a man of my words; I didn’t just pull out a gun just to scare motherfuckers. I was the type that kept his fingers on the trigger.
“You ain’t have to come in here starting drama and shit!” Sabrina snapped.
“You know what type of nigga I
am! Your dumbass knew I was coming but decided to have these motherfuckers crowded in here and shit.”
“They came to see the fucking baby!”
“Well, you should have called me later.”
“I called you three hours ago while I was in labor.”
“I was buried deep in my bitch’s pussy. Now let me see this lil nigga.” I said walking over to the bassinet.
I didn’t know what Karen’s rat ass was talking about because this jit looked nothing like me. I knew for a fact he wasn’t mine, I was the type of nigga who pulled out before filling up the condom, but ma dukes in my head talking about possibilities and shit was the only reason I was here.