My Baby Is A West Coast King 4

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Come on, baby. Mommy just needs to get dressed because I may murder your daddy if I don’t calm down.” I kissed Cevynne’s plump cheek. She looked just like her father as far as his features and luminous curly hair, but she had my mocha complexion. She was so beautiful.

  As I talked to her, she just shoved her fat hand into her mouth and looked at me, making it obvious she had no idea what I was saying. I just chuckled.

  I placed her in the middle of my bed, and proceeded to get dressed in some tight skinny jeans, a white tube top, and some white stiletto sandals. I tied my hair up into a bun on my head, and then slicked down my baby hairs. Yeah, I was just going to work but I wanted Chaz to see how good I looked on my way out since he wanted to have private time with his ex bitch. That hoe hadn’t made a peep for almost two years, and now all of sudden she’d come back? I should beat her ass.

  “Where you going?” Chaz’s deep baritone voice scared the shit out of me for some reason.

  I snapped my neck to look at him standing in the doorway with water droplets gracing his sexy ass body, as he held the towel up around his waist. His biceps seemed to be protruding like crazy as he clutched his towel and darted his eyes back and forth between Cevynne and me.

  “Work.”

  “On Valentine’s Day? Erynne, I had some shit planned.”

  “Why don’t you go with Jade?” I folded my arms across my chest as he made his way to the bed and scooped up Cevynne.

  “Fuck are you even talking about?” His face was irritated, but it quickly changed as he lifted our daughter up while sitting down on the bed. He kissed her cheeks, making her smile widely and coo.

  “What happened between you and Jade in your dressing room nigga?”

  “We talked.”

  “Ohhh, so what, y’all are homies now?”

  “No. Did I say we were homies? I said we talked.” He placed Cevynne down on the bed and she began moving around her limbs like always. He went to get some boxers from his drawer, and then slipped them on.

  “Why would you invite that bitch to your show? And secondly, what is there to talk about, Chaz? Y’all don’t have any kids together and you’re divorced, so I’m confused on what conversation needed to be had and with the door closed.”

  “It was a simple conversation. I closed the door by habit. I didn’t do it to be alone. She wanted to see my dressing room and I showed her. You’re doing way too much right now and for no muthafucking reason.” He swiped deodorant under his arms.

  “Whatever.”

  I grabbed Cevynne up, and then threw my baby bag over my shoulder.

  “Aye, nah, she ain’t going with you. You wanna take yo’ extra ass to work then go ahead, but leave her here.”

  “No, I’m taking my baby with me.”

  “I said put her the fuck down,” he gritted, but very calmly which was scary, so I did as he asked.

  After kissing Cevynne on her cheek and placing her back onto the bed, I threw the baby bag into the chair, then grabbed my purse and left.

  Fuck him and Jade.

  Later that evening…

  I was sitting in the back of my shop, fuming still, even hours later. I’d just talked to Laine and thought she’d be on my side, but she said I was tripping.

  I had my own salon now, and it was frequented by a lot of celebrities, which I didn’t mind, because the pay was nice and it got my girls more exposure. A couple of my stylists have gone on tour and become permanent hairdressers for a few entertainers, which I thought was great. I’d been asked, but I didn’t want to be dedicated to one person, nor would my husband be okay with it. But shit, now that he was having private conversations with his ex-wife, maybe I should think about it.

  “Stupid muthafucka,” I mumbled to myself as I shut down my computer.

  Just as I did, I heard a little bit of commotion in the front of the salon. Sighing, I rose to my feet and hurried out of my office. I stopped dead in my tracks when I spotted Chaz’s tall, fine ass pushing my chunky baby in her stroller, with one hand, and holding a bouquet of red roses in the other. He was wearing a Clippers jersey, baseball style; dark jeans, and red chucks, looking like a sexy ass thug. His gold watch sparkled even from afar, just like the chain that set against his chest. And I swore I could smell his cologne from all the way over here. I smiled subtly at my baby taking in her surroundings with her little lips parted.

  Even though my stylists had seen many celebrities, they were still fawning over my man. I guess it was because he never came by my shop, because I’d asked him not to; I knew these bitches would be acting like this. I could see it in their body language that they were aching to approach him. As their clients sat there, salivating at the sight of him, his eyes stayed fixed on me.

  “Hi, Chaz!” one of the clients squealed.

  “Sup.” He nodded his head up but didn’t look her way.

  He started towards me, and as he got closer, my breath started to get caught in my chest. Butterflies the size of hawks consumed my stomach, as he came to a stop right in front of me. There was no reason why he should still have that effect on me after all this time, but he did.

  “What?” I mumbled, trying to keep from stuttering or dropping to my knees and sucking his dick right here in front of everybody.

  “Let me talk to you.” He nodded his head towards my office and I rolled my eyes before leading the way until we were inside. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” He parked Cevynne’s stroller and handed me the roses. They were so pretty.

  “Thanks.”

  I bent down to kiss my baby’s cheeks, and then tried to walk around my desk, but Chaz gripped me.

  “Aye, I’m sorry, baby.” His big hands held my waist tightly as he whispered against my lips. When I say I came…? I really think I did. “I was honestly just showing her the dressing room, and we didn’t even talk much, I swear. But from now on, I won’t even fuck with her at all like that. I didn’t invite her ass either—she paid.”

  “She paid?” I frowned, looking up into his sexy brown eyes.

  “Hell yeah she did.” He brought me in closer and gripped my ass in his hands, sending chills down my spine. “But that shit ain’t gon’ ever happen again, aight?” I nodded so he asked, “You forgive me?”

  “Yeah, I—”

  He cut me off by kissing me hungrily, and groping my body.

  “Come on so we can celebrate what’s left of Valentine’s Day.”

  I grabbed my things, including my flowers and candy, then followed him out the shop as he pushed the stroller. My assistant, Helene, nodded to me with a smile, letting me know she had everything under control.

  Once we were all buckled in Chaz’s Tesla, he sped off, letting the windows down so the air could blow through my hair. It was getting dark since it was around 6 p.m., and even though it was nearing the end of winter, the cold wasn’t too bad.

  “Chaz, where the fuck are we?” I exclaimed as he kept up his speed, smiling hard because he knew I was afraid. We were going up what looked like some damn mountains. This shit was scary and I was starting to wonder if the nigga had planned to kill me. “Chaz!”

  “Chill, baby.”

  He finally came to a stop once we were at the very top. By this time, it was dark as hell and the stars were shining brightly. Chaz checked over his shoulder and so did I, to see Cevynne soundly asleep in her car seat.

  “Come on.” He grabbed a blanket from the back, then got out and I followed him. He met me at the hood of the car, and I slipped my hand into his as he locked the vehicle.

  “This is a beautiful view, baby, but scary as hell.” I chuckled as he laid the large, thick blanket out.

  “I know.” We sat down on the edge, and looked up at the sky for a moment. “Erynne, I want you to know that I love you for real. No matter what bitch I run into, whether it be Jade or some groupie, I will never pay them any mind. I know that shit is hard to believe considering how we started, but that’s the honest to God truth. A nigga like me may be the monogamou
s type, but I don’t fall for just anybody. When I say I love you and would never in my life be unfaithful to you, I need you to understand that I mean it. I don’t give a fuck about any of this shit when it comes to you and my baby. I would give it all back, so don’t ever think some weak ass hoe could make me jeopardize what we have, aight?”

  “I love you too, Chaz, and I’m sorry about earlier. I just didn’t know what to think when I saw you two.”

  “Nah, don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have been conversing with her ass, especially behind closed doors.”

  I leaned over to kiss his soft lips, and then started to unbutton his jersey while straddling him. He yanked my tube top over my head, and immediately began flicking his tongue over my nipples. It was cold as hell up here, and I guess it was because we were closer to the sky and some waters down below.

  “Mm,” I moaned softly as he sucked my nipples and caressed my back.

  He carefully helped me out of my jeans, and the excitement about the fact that we were about to fuck on the edge of a mountain was crazy as hell. I loved how unpredictable he could be at times. He was the perfect balance.

  Once I was down to my panties, he released himself then pulled my underwear to the side. I gasped as I sat all the way down on his dick. Draping my arms over his broad shoulders, I hugged his neck tightly as we kissed, while I wound my hips in his lap the way he liked. Our skin being pressed together under the stars and in the night air was the shit. We breathed heavily as we kissed passionately, enjoying the sex, the love, and the adrenaline rush that we got from fucking in such a dangerous space. If I died right now, I’d die happy as hell.

  For a couple more hours, we sat there fucking… on a damn cliff, in the cold like some psychos, until I felt like Cevynne was awake. The best part though, was riding his face while so high up in the air.

  This was hands down one of the best Valentine’s Days I’d ever had…

  KORDELL & CASSIE

  Kordell Benjamin

  February 13th…

  I was sitting in the back of the studio, inhaling on the blunt as the song Chaz and I had just recorded played over the room. My other brother, Mischief, was in here too, along with Ishmael, this artist named Gwap that was featured on the track, as well as two bitches that he claimed were his girlfriends.

  I chuckled, blowing out smoke at this nigga, as he hugged them both closely to his sides. Both of them had wandering eyes, with some landing on me. I wasn’t about that pimp life no more though. Shit, I hadn’t been for a while since I’d gotten with Cassie.

  Even though she wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a bed buddy, she had me on her ass like white on rice in a matter of minutes. I didn’t know if it was the fact that she didn’t want shit to do with me or what, but in no time, I found myself wanting her ass more than anything. Now, she was my wife and had my baby, my son, Kordell Jr. Then along with my other baby, Melody, we were a for real fucking family and I loved the shit too. Never thought I’d be happy to say I was married with kids, but here I am.

  “Aye, G, do the second half of your verse over for me,” Mischief moved the fader knobs, not turning to look at Gwap.

  My brother had changed a little bit, but he was still that psycho muthafucka that only needed the smallest thing to blow up about. Because of that, Gwap took his ass right into that booth without any further questions. Chaz, Ishmael, and I laughed at that shit, just before Chaz left to go get Erynne from the lobby of the Static building.

  “He a bitch low key,” I commented, making Ishmael laugh and Mischief smirk. One of his girlfriends, the pretty Asian one, looked at me and licked her lips as if I didn’t just insult her ‘boyfriend’.

  Just as Gwap’s two bitches started recording themselves on Snapchat, Erynne came in with Chaz behind her. She immediately gave them hoes a look, so Mischief stopped the music.

  “Aye Erynne, can you call Laine for me real quick?” he asked.

  “For what?” she frowned, sitting down in Chaz’s lap.

  “Tell her that I’m working and that these hoes right here were not for me or even near me,” he explained, and Erynne laughed as she began to dial Laine. “Because as soon as she sees me in the background of some shit, she’s gon’ get crazy.”

  “This nigga,” Ishmael commented just as everyone in the room started laughing.

  The only people who didn’t find that shit comical were Gwap and his hoes. And when Mischief caught one of them bitches staring he said, “You—go face the corner.”

  “What, nigga?” The light-skinned chick frowned, sizing my brother up.

  “I said face the fucking corner since you can’t stop looking at me. I’m sure ya nigga wouldn’t be too happy about the fact that you want me to break you off with this dick.”

  “I ain’t—”

  “Either face the corner or get yo’ sewer pussy ass out!” Mischief rose to his feet slowly, and the room was dead silent. Even Erynne wasn’t saying shit, as she held her iPhone to her ear with wide eyes.

  Old girl immediately changed her frown to a look of fear, as she stared up at Mischief who was three times her size. She finally turned on her heels, and then faced the corner like he’d said. A few moments of silence went by, before the whole studio roared with laughter at how dumb her ass looked. Gwap’s bitch ass didn’t say a mumbling word. I wish a muthafucka would tell my bitch to face the wall. But any woman of mine would know better than to listen to another nigga, especially in my damn presence.

  “He put this bitch on time-out, my nigga,” I chuckled, shaking my head as my phone began to buzz in my pocket.

  I saw it was Cassie calling, and since Mischief had started the music back to finish recording Gwap’s do over, I stepped out.

  “What you need, baby?” I answered, staring at one of Chaz’s and my platinum plaques for our single that came out earlier this year. It was right next to a couple others, including our first biggest hit from way back, “Good Girl.”

  “I need you to get Mel from school. I brought KJ to the shoot with me, and it’s running over so I can’t get her.”

  Cassie and I refused to use babysitters and shit because for one, I was too paranoid, and secondly, she didn’t want KJ getting attached to another bitch. Shit was harder because we stayed with a busy schedule, but it had to be done.

  “Fuck… aight. You good though?”

  “Yes, I’m fine.”

  “You want me to come get KJ so you don’t have to watch him and shit while you’re trying to work, baby?”

  “No, it’s fine, but thank you, babe. He’s asleep right now, so it’s okay. Just get Mel from preschool for me.”

  “Aight.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” I caught myself smiling when I saw my reflection in the platinum plaque of one of Aspen’s records that Mischief had produced.

  Cassie had me acting like a whole bitch out here, but that shit was okay because she was my fucking wife and it was worth it. Plus, I kept that ‘in love’ shit behind closed doors.

  “I gotta go pick up Melody, so I’ll see y’all later.” I came back into the studio room and that hoe was still facing the wall.

  “Coming to the strip club?” Mischief quizzed.

  “Nigga, are you? You’re the muthafucka with curfews and check-ins and shit. Or should I ask Laine if you can come?”

  “Man, fuck you. I do what the fuck I want. Just because I have enough respect for my girl to make sure she knows the situation, don’t mean I don’t run shit on the home front. Just make sure yo’ ass can get out. Daddy day care ass nigga.”

  “Yeah, fuck you.” I chuckled along with everyone else as I left the studio room.

  I made it to Melody’s preschool about an hour later, so just in time. I didn’t have to worry about people acting a fool over me because her classmates didn’t know who the fuck I was, and their parents were a little older and a part of a different generation. There were a few young parents who recognized me and asked for pictures and a
utographs, but it was nothing like it would be if Melody was in high school or some shit.

  But even though this school was pretty low key, I didn’t like Melody being in public school. I’d rather her go to some shit that would break my pockets, or be home schooled. Yeah, I was a musician, but in the past, I’d been a part of a lot of bullshit that I wasn’t proud of and was dangerous as hell, namely drugs. By saying that, Melody being so accessible didn’t sit well with me. But Cassie wanted her to grow up ‘regular’ as she put it, so I was giving the shit a chance… for now.

  “Daddy!” Melody came running out, arms already open.

  I scooped her up and pecked her cheek, before carrying her to the car. She hugged my neck tightly like always, until I buckled her in the back seat. When I took her backpack, I stared at her name on it, which read Melody Benjamin. It’d been years since I’d adopted her and gotten her last name changed, but that shit still made me feel some type of way… positively.

  “How was school, baby?” I asked, looking at her through the rearview as I pulled off in my Range Rover.

  “It was okay.” She shrugged, and peered out of the window.

  “Just okay? Usually, you tell me it was fun. Nobody fucked with— messed with you, did they?”

  “This girl named Emma. She’s mean.”

  “Mean how?”

  “She keeps snatching my ballies off… off my hair. Then my braid comes loose, and Mommy gets mad.”

  “What the fuck?” Hearing that some little hoe ass four-year-old was fucking with my daughter had me hot as a muthafucka. “When you go to school tomorrow, Mel, you tell that little bitch that if she touches yo’ shit again, you gon’ whoop her muthafucking ass, aight?”

  “Yeah, okay.” She smiled widely and nodded.

  Melody and I stopped to get some food, and then headed home. By the time we finished eating, Cassie was coming in the door, holding my son. She placed him on the couch next to me and tried to walk out, but I grabbed her fine ass and yanked her into my lap.

  “What?” she giggled, draping her arms around my shoulders. “I love when you let your facial hair grow. It’s so sexy.”