My Baby Is A West Coast King 4

by Shvonne Latrice

  My Baby Is a West Coast King: Valentine’s Day

  By

  Shvonne Latrice

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  CHAZ & ERYNNE

  Chaz Benjamin

  February 12th…

  “Y’all showed the fuck out tonight, Los Angeles!” I hollered over the venue that Kordell and I were performing in.

  The crowd was so damn loud that I could barely hear myself talk. Just two years ago, I was performing at little ass venues down in Hollywood, but now I was on stage at the Staples Center with more people than I could count in the audience. This shit was definitely like a damn dream.

  “Hometown showed love!” Kordell added, as confetti sprouted all over everybody while they continuously screamed.

  “We love y’all!” Kordell and I both shouted together before rushing to the back to hopefully get some water and wipe some of this damn sweat off.

  Back to back shows almost every damn night had me drenching my fits every damn time. And most nights, I would throw my shirt into the audience because for some odd ass reason, bitches wanted my nasty, sweaty ass clothes.

  My brother and I had to take pictures and sign autographs, so the night wasn’t over for us. It wasn’t like back in the day when it would be about fifty or sixty people; now it was like 200. You’d think the amount of people would go down now that they had to pay so much more money for our time, but that wasn’t the case at all.

  “This shit is wild as hell, man. I can’t wait to shower, get some pussy, and knock the fuck out,” Kordell huffed, using the clean towel to remove some sweat.

  “Nigga, have you even planned anything for Cassie for Valentine’s Day?” I chuckled because his face frowned the fuck up as I let out my question.

  “Yeah, it’s right down here in my boxers.”

  “That same old tired dick she’s been getting?” I quizzed as we both burst into laughter.

  “Fuck outta here, my nigga. Cassie loves this shit. She don’t ever get tired of this Mandingo shit right here, pimp. I’m gon’ cover this muthafucka in some chocolate and maybe some red sprinkles. Her ass will be gravy.”

  “I swear yo’ ass is gay.”

  We both chuckled, as we left out to go meet the line of loud ass girls and a few chill ass niggas waiting for us. Some were clutching t-shirts, hoodies, pictures, all kinds of shit for us to sign. As we passed by the females, with security keeping them at bay, I just surveyed as many of the faces as I could, amazed by the variety of people that rode for us like this. Shit was amazing, and I couldn’t wait to meet every single one of them.

  “Kordell! Baby, I love you!” one of the white girls with pretty ass eyes screeched. Kordell’s stupid ass licked his lips then winked at her, and I swear her ass was about to faint.

  “Marry me, Chaz, please?” Some thick chocolate female grinned. She must have known ya boy had a thing for chocolate bitches; I could see it in her eyes.

  “Already married, baby girl.”

  “Well shit, keep me in mind for later!”

  I just shook my head and tittered, continuing to the spot that we were supposed to stand in to greet them all one by one. Ishmael and our bodyguard, that big ass nigga Brick, were already posted up over there as well.

  “Aye, you need to exhale my nigga,” Kordell told Brick, and everyone in earshot burst into laughter, including me. Brick’s ass was so buff that it for real did look like he’d inhaled and hadn’t let it go.

  “Okay, come on, honey.” The bitch who ran shit, Claudette, brought the first girl over.

  We hugged the fan, took pictures, and signed about five things that she wanted. Claudette continued to bring women over, and one had actually asked us to sign her titties. Kordell’s ass was all too happy to do so.

  “Where is Mischief?” some Latina hoe approached, wearing next to nothing, letting it all hang out. Her body was on some other shit, in a good way, so she could display it all she wanted to.

  “With his wife and daughter,” I replied, laughing along with Kordell, Ishmael, and Brick, since she switched off with an attitude. I never understood why hoes paid money expecting to see Mischief at our shows, hometown or not. You may luck up, but it was rare, especially if we were in another state.

  Kordell and I took pictures, signed autographs, and joked around with the fans, until there were only about ten of them left. It was interesting because some of them only wanted pictures with me, some only with Kordell, and then both. I made sure to keep my hands in respectable places because I knew Erynne would be waiting to see these pictures when they resurfaced online.

  When I checked my phone, I saw it was after 11p.m., so we’d been here taking pictures and shit for almost two damn hours. It didn’t seem like it, but damn.

  As the last few girls and niggas were brought over, I spotted a familiar face standing last in line, holding a pretty ass baby in her arms. Jade smiled widely at me as she adjusted her daughter Jayde, and moved closer to the front.

  “Oh nah, that’s for him,” Kordell explained to Claudette, moving away from her and Jade, with his hands up in mock surrender. “Aye Jade, you alone? I thought you were in a group?”

  Ishmael and Brick burst into laughter.

  “Fuck you, Kordell!” Jade spat, rolling her eyes and then turning back to face me. When she did, her frown softened and turned into a subtle smile.

  “You good?” Ishmael gripped my shoulder.

  “Yeah, nigga. Get home before Kady curses yo’ ass out,” I said, and he shook his head and scoffed as if he was remembering the last tongue-lashing she’d given him. She was pregnant now, and mean as ever. Turning back to face Jade, I asked, “So what, you want a picture or something?”

  “Of course I do, Mr. Superstar.”

  I hadn’t seen Jade in years, except for the few times them little weak ass Instagram blogs would post her, prompting niggas to tag me like I cared. She looked the same; fine and bourgeois as hell. Her daughter looked exactly like her too.

  She moved closer to me, and the photographer snapped a few pictures using Jade’s iPhone, and then his camera. Once he was done, we kind of stood there in awkward silence for a bit.

  “Well, it was nice seeing you, Jade. She’s adorable.” Her daughter was soundly asleep on her shoulder.

  “Same, and thank you.” She nodded. “Hey, so, can I at least see your dressing room? I’m not used to you being this big famous dude. I mean you were always a local thing, but now seeing you be so international is crazy. I remember when we lived in that apartment in Long Beach.”

  “It was only two years ago, Jade. And yeah, you can see.” My gut was telling me not to, but fuck it.

  She followed me like a giddy ass kid in a candy store. I usually would have told her ass no, but I did want her to see how far I’d come since the time we were married.

  “So, this is it.” I opened the door for her. She waltzed in, and I went in after her and closed the door.

  “Wow, fancy.”

  “Thanks.” I started shoving my shit into my duffle bag.

  “So, how is what’s her name?”

  “I don’t know who that is.”

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p; “Erynne… how is Erynne? I know you guys just had a baby girl a couple months ago. She’s so pretty. She has your curly hair.”

  “Erynne is great and so is Cevynne.”

  Cevynne was my six-month-old daughter, and she was the prettiest baby girl I’d ever seen, next to my niece, Lanai. That shit worried me though because I didn’t know what I was gonna do when she grew up. I was definitely gon’ be one of them overbearing ass fathers, running out the house in a plaid robe, boxers, and slippers, holding a loaded shotgun.

  “Cevynne, that’s pretty.”

  There was silence again, so I guess she wanted me to ask how her people had been. I didn’t care enough to inquire though, so I continued packing all my shit up. I was still slightly perplexed that she’d paid to come back here and see me.

  Sighing, she said, “So you were right when you said that me being a throuple with Adrian and Hudson was a bad idea.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. Adrian… left, so it’s just Hudson, Jayde and I. she couldn’t deal with sleeping with Hudson or sharing me period.”

  Pausing what I was doing, I turned to look her in the face and said, “You look unhappy as fuck, Jade. And we both know why. Stop lying to kick it.”

  “I’m not—”

  “You’re not gay. I know; I’ve heard that shit one million times already. But if you wanna live your life miserably, then by all means.”

  “Chaz—”

  “Why you here?”

  “Because I wanted to see you, and because I’m a fan of your music.”

  “Oh, now you’re a fan again? I can’t remember the last time I heard you listen to my shit. But thank you though, I appreciate all my fans.”

  Last time Jade actually listened to my shit was years ago, when she used to actually support what I was trying to do in music.

  “And because I wanted to apologize to you for the way that I was while we were married. You didn’t deserve what I’d done, and I wanted to come clean about a few thi—”

  “Jade, I don’t care baby girl, honestly. But the least you could do is be yourself. You messed up what we had to end up in the same situation.” I chuckled at how stupid and how much of a coward she was.

  “It’s not the same! I love Hudson, I do! And I love Jayde, but I… it doesn’t matter. This was a bad idea. Congrats on your success, Chaz.” She yanked open the door.

  I just threw my hand up to say thanks as I finished gathering all of my shit. She, of course, slammed the door.

  There was nothing she could say to me, to make me care about what was coming out of her mouth. I had closed that chapter of my life years ago, and had no muthafucking interest in reopening that shit. Whatever secrets the bitch had, she could keep.

  Once I heard the door close, I snatched my hoodie up and then went to meet Brick outside so he could escort me to the limo. I couldn’t wait to get home.

  Erynne Benjamin

  That same night…

  I’d finally gotten Cevynne to sleep after she’d been up all night. She was a little sick earlier, and I was worried, but now she was doing much better and soundly asleep.

  After watching her snooze peacefully in her crib, I went to check my phone to see if I had any texts or calls from Chaz. I felt horrible as hell that I’d missed his show, and seeing that he hadn’t texted me made me feel some type of way. I hoped he wasn’t gonna see this as some Jade shit. Granted it was the first time I’d missed a show in L.A., but the thought still had me on edge. I was far from the unsupportive wife he once had.

  As I dabbed my face with a clean towel, since I’d just washed it, I heard the front door to our home open. I listened as Chaz put the alarm on, and before I could even make it out of the bathroom, he was coming inside.

  “How did you make it up the stairs so fast?” I giggled as his big ass neared me, wearing a stare filled with lust. The way his eyes cascaded from the top of my head and down my body had me feeling myself. He didn’t say anything as he used his big hand to pull me closer. “I’m sorry I didn’t—”

  He shoved his tongue into my mouth and began to suck my lips sensually and slowly. He moved his hand under my short nightgown and into my thin panties. I gasped lowly against his lips once I felt his fingers plunge inside of me and move around. Like clockwork, I began to juice up down below as I moaned softly into his mouth while our tongues tangled together.

  “Take this off,” he whispered as he pulled my nightgown up and over my head.

  I helped him undress as we kissed hungrily and passionately. Once he was naked, and I was still in my panties, he abruptly pressed me against the sink and let his hands run amuck all over my body. Gliding his hands up my stomach, he gripped my breasts while sucking on my neck and letting his hard dick press against my ass. I was so wet that I could feel how drenched the crotch of my panties were. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I’d started my period.

  “I’m sorry, Chaz,” I cooed, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his rod pressing into me and his large hands assaulting my body.

  “For what?”

  He continued groping and caressing me, playing in my pussy from behind while sucking my neck and shoulders.

  “For the show… I-I couldn’t make it and—”

  “You good. You stayed home for the baby. Now shhh,” he demanded, finally pushing my panties down my already trembling thighs. I almost hated how much control he had over my body and its reactions.

  He pressed me over the sink, and then barged his way inside of me. We both let out throaty moans as he sat inside me for a moment. Gripping the sink, I bit down on my bottom lip as he began to move in and out of my opening at the perfect pace. My nectar dripped down the inside of my thighs every time I hit the base of his dick. He was so long and thick, making it seem like he was in my chest every time he hit me with that deep stroke.

  I was for sure gone off this dick, and I was happy that he was my fucking husband. Chaz had dick that would make you kill a bitch. The only way you’d want to let it go is if you were a lesbian, and that was obvious considering what happened with Jade. No straight hoe in her right mind would let this good shit go. It was rare that a nigga had a big dick and the stroke to match, but Chaz definitely did.

  “Baby, shit,” I cried as he began to pound me, gripping my ass cheeks roughly and spreading them for more access. “Mmm, fuck, uhhh!” I whined loudly when he grasped my shoulder and went harder.

  The sound of him plunging inside me bounced off the bathroom walls, along with my moans and our skin slamming together like a clapping audience. I’d cum about four times already, and like usual, he wasn’t done.

  “Shit,” he grunted, letting me know he was very close to nutting now.

  He sped up, pummeling me like a mad man and making me holler out like a child getting its first spanking. Before I knew it, he was bursting inside of me, and I was spilling all over his dick and collapsing damn near into the sink head first.

  BINK!

  “Ow!” I yelped as Chaz burst into laughter. I’d hit my head on the fucking faucet and could already feel a damn knot forming. “Asshole!”

  I turned to see Chaz dying laughing with his fine naked ass, as I struggled to stand up on my own because my legs felt wobbly and my head was throbbing.

  “I’m sorry. You okay, baby?” He neared me, towering over and kissing my forehead.

  “No!” I pouted as he tried to muffle his laughter.

  He kissed my forehead a few times with his soft supple lips, before pecking me. Like a lovesick puppy, I was already feeling better.

  We took a shower, and then after he checked on Cevynne, we climbed into the bed and cuddled for as long as we could, until we drifted off to sleep…

  ***

  A day and some change later… Valentine’s Day in particular…

  I woke up feeling sore because ever since Chaz had come back from his show two nights ago, he’d been like a sex hungry beast. He didn’t like to have sex before his shows, so after hav
ing to hold out, he would tear me apart. I felt like my legs had been permanently spread for the past day and a half, and I’d sucked so much dick I felt like a porn star.

  I sat up slowly, groaning lowly at the aching pain between my legs. As I was about to get up, I felt Chaz’s strong hand grip my small waist tightly.

  “Baby, noooo,” I whined, as his lips touched my lower back. My brain and aching thighbones were saying ‘no’, but my pussy was saying otherwise with her hoe ass.

  “Let me taste my pussy.” He bit down on my lower back and then sucked gently to alleviate the pain he’d just delivered, before he let me go.

  “I’m starting to think you wanna lick all this chocolate off,” I grinned, wrapping myself in my robe.

  “I do,” he replied sexily in his deep voice, resting his forearm over his eyes as he turned onto his back. His chiseled chest was just as perfect as ever. His deep caramel complexion glistened just like his beautiful head of curly hair.

  I admired what was mine for a moment, and then grabbed my phone before going to brush my teeth.

  As I rinsed my mouth with Listerine after brushing and flossing, I hit the home button on my phone and saw it was lit up with Instagram notifications. I went into the app to check them, and saw I’d been mentioned a plethora of times in the comments under a picture of Jade, her baby, and Chaz. That one looked like a fan picture, but when I checked my other notifications, I saw paparazzi like photos of them entering what looked like his dressing room. There was even video of it, which also showed him closing the door.

  I locked my phone and then got into the shower, trying to calm myself down. Once out, I went to get my baby and brought her to the bathroom to give her a warm bath. I’d planned to stay home and make my husband breakfast, but I was pissed right now so I was going to go into work and take my baby with me.

  “Stupid ass nigga,” I mumbled to myself.

  As I dressed Cevynne in her bedroom, I heard the bathroom door close. I listened as Chaz peed, washed his hands, and then brushed his teeth. Once he spit his mouthwash out, I heard him turn the shower on.