He slipped his tongue into my mouth as I locked my arms around his neck. Valentine’s Day had been a success for sure…
MISCHIEF & LAINE
Shai “Mischief” Benjamin
Valentine’s Day morning…
I moved the shower door back and watched Laine’s sexy ass step out before me. Her beautiful golden complexion was glistening under them damn water droplets, making me bite my lip hard as hell. I followed her, and hugged her wet body from behind, letting my dick hit her on her plump ass. We looked at one another through the big ass horizontal mirror going across the double sinks, and she smiled when I ran my hand down her stomach and touched between her legs.
“Shai, we just finished,” she whined, licking her full lips slowly as I played around between her sexy thighs.
“So. Sometimes I like touching what belongs to me. It’s mine, right?”
“Mhm,” she nodded, nibbling on her lip.
I didn’t want to let her go, but I had some shit to handle today and needed to get a fucking move on it. Pulling my hand from between her legs, I tasted her juices on my fingers, and then kissed her neck from behind.
“That shit is like a delicacy, baby.”
“Shut up,” she chuckled, grabbing her towel to dry off as I washed my hands and began to brush my teeth.
Once we were both done cleaning our mouths, we left the bathroom and began to get dressed for the day. I watched her put on her thong, and then her bra, before she pulled a dress down over her head. My wife was fine as hell, and I never got tired of looking at her ass. She knew that shit too. I could tell by the way she was eyeing me as I watched her closely.
“You know I’m gon’ fuck the shit out you tonight, right?”
She nodded innocently, knowing that shit was gonna turn me on.
“Let me get Nai—”
“Nah, she’s coming with me. You take this and use it. By the time you’re done, I’ll give you instructions for later.”
I handed over the gift card to the massage place that I’d booked her an appointment at. She was gonna get the works and I made sure that the muthafucka massaging her was gon’ be a woman. I’d already explained to them niggas that if I even thought some nigga was up in there rubbing my wife down, I was gonna shoot that bitch up. And if you know me, which you should by now, I wasn’t fucking around.
“I knew you could be sweet, baby.” Laine moved closer to me and hugged my torso while leaning her head back. I kissed her soft lips, and then cupped her ass while looking over her shoulder at it. I bit my lip as all kinds of nasty ass thoughts crossed my mind. I was way too ready to watch that shit as I beat it up from the back. “Let me leave before I lose the ability to stop you.”
She left the bedroom as I continued getting dressed, but she returned holding my baby girl. I felt myself grinning hard as a muthafucka upon seeing my pretty ass daughter.
“There’s Daddy,” Laine cooed, kissing Lanai’s plump cheek as she brought her to me.
“Daddyyyyy!” Lanai shouted, only repeating after her mama as she ate one of her snacks.
“Tell Mommy we gon’ have fun today. We about to be doing all kinds of shit and then we gon’ roll one up, huh?” I chuckled heartily when Lanai nodded her head ‘yes’, just as Laine tapped me on the stomach.
“I swear I just carried her, Shai. She looks just like you.”
“That’s how it’s supposed to be, so she can mean mug all them fuck ass busted niggas that are gon’ be trying to get at her.”
“Oh my gosh,” Laine giggled, grabbing her purse and phone. “So what time—”
“You’ll find out all that shit later, aight? Just get to that damn appointment before them niggas try to stick me for my fucking paper.”
“It’s a gift card, Shai. If I don’t go, you won’t lose—”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“Her clothes are picked out and in the other bedroom.” She shook her head, and leaned on her tiptoes to kiss Lanai’s cheek, and then my lips before leaving.
I carried Lanai to the bathroom so I could give her a bath, and kissed her plump face the whole way. My daughter meant every fucking thing to a nigga. I thought I loved Laine more than anything, but Lanai took the fucking cake. I would legit kill, steal, and lay my muthafucking life on the line for my baby; same for my wife.
“You know you’re the only baby I like right, Nai?” I quizzed as I lowered her into the warm bath water. “I mean except yo’ cousins, but I love you the most.”
“Yep, yep, yep,” she replied, playing with her bath toy.
I kissed her cheek again, and she just smiled, before brushing her small, wet hand across my mouth. It was annoying as fuck, but I didn’t mind too much.
I finished bathing her, cleaned her teeth she had coming in, and then dressed her in the outfit Laine had picked out; the littlest pink tights I’d ever seen, a matching pink top, and pink sandals that fit in the palm of a nigga’s hand. I didn’t know what the fuck to do with her hair, so I just put a little of that shit I’d seen Laine use sometimes, and let her hair hang free. It said co-wash on the bottle, whatever the fuck that is.
“Look at you stunting on bitches ten times yo’ age, baby,” I said as I took a selfie of us both, while she toyed with my chain.
My Instagram consisted of pictures of Lanai, Lanai and Laine, Laine and me, or Lanai and me. She was just beautiful as fuck, and every damn day it seemed like she did some extraordinary shit. It was probably small to other muthafuckas but not to me.
Lanai and I left out of the Hollywood loft that she, Laine, and I were staying in for a couple of weeks. Laine’s grandma was at our house watching over shit, while the three of us stayed here. It was close to the Static building and since I’d been working my ass off lately, producing the music for this new TV show similar to Empire, it was best we all slept here. I was initially gonna just sleep here the nights I was too tired to go home, but Laine wasn’t having that shit so I let her come too. Plus, I knew my ass wouldn’t be able to spend multiple nights away from my wife and baby.
I buckled Lanai in her car seat, and once I was in the driver’s seat, I turned on some music, but not too loudly because I knew her ears were sensitive. I bobbed my head to the Young Jeezy record I was playing, and when I looked into the rearview mirror at Lanai, she was doing the same thing.
“Ayyyye!” I cheesed hard as a muthafucka, seeing my baby enjoying the same shit I liked. I swear, in sixty years when I finally let her date, a nigga was gonna have a hard time with her.
She chuckled and said some shit I didn’t quite understand when I looked over my shoulder at her, at the red light.
“I love you, Nai.”
“Love you!” she poked her little lips out, captivated by something out the window, before turning back to face me.
“And remember these broke dusty ass niggas don’t, aight?”
She laid her head on the side of her car seat and just smiled shyly, not knowing what the fuck I was saying, but it was enough for me.
Lanai accompanied me all around fucking Los Angeles so I could get everything right for her mama. I documented it all because like I said, I wanted to have memories with her forever. I ain’t want my baby to grow up at all, but when she did, at least I would have these videos and pictures. Shit, I only downloaded Snapchat to post her. I didn’t use that shit otherwise. I knew bitches would be extra if I got that shit, and I was right. As soon as muthafuckas found me somehow, I started getting pussy shots, mini sex tapes, and all kinds of shit Laine would murder bitches for.
The last stop of the evening was a meeting with my personal jeweler, Declan. I didn’t like every muthafucka knowing where a nigga stayed, so I wasn’t about to let him come to either of my cribs.
“Your daughter’s stuff came out perfect.” Declan laid out the gold chain and matching bracelet I had him make for Lanai. It wasn’t too much, just simple gold that I wanted her to have.
“Dope.” I picked up the small necklace and began to
fasten it around her chubby neck. I then did the same for her wrist with the bracelet. “Look at you, killing ‘em, Nai.” I kissed the side of her forehead as I held her in my lap by her belly. My hand was able to wrap around the whole front of her small body.
Declan chuckled as he pulled out the shit I had him create for Laine. First, he displayed the watch, which was straight dipped in muthafucking diamonds. Even I was in awe at the shit. In the face of the watch it had our initials just like the necklace I’d given her a while back. He then showed me the ring, which was just as loud due to all the damn diamonds it was covered in.
“Yes. I had the same expression when I saw the final product,” Declan smiled.
“Damn my nigga, this shit is perfect.”
“Glad you approve. Let me just box it up for you, Mischief.”
I nodded and sat back against the velvet couch we were on. I lifted Lanai up in the air a few times like she was a weight, because I knew that would make her smile. Like always, she shoved her hand in my face and giggled uncontrollably. She looked exactly like me, but she had her mother’s pretty ass smile for sure. I did a raspberry on her tummy, and she screeched loudly before falling out laughing like it was the funniest shit in the world. Even Declan and I had to chuckle at her over-the-top ass reaction.
I left Declan since I now had my goods, and then headed towards my home in Carson. It was time to drop Lanai off with her great grandma so Laine and I could have the rest of the night alone. Laine wanted Lanai to come, and me too, but I didn’t need any interruptions. Laine would be in a wheelchair when I was done with her fine ass.
“Ooh my goodness, look at all this fine jewelry,” Laine’s grandmother smiled as she kissed Lanai’s forehead, complimenting Lanai’s new jewels.
“We just ate so she should be good for a bit. But her snacks are in the bag with her pull ups, diapers for sleeping, and clothes.” I stared down at my daughter who was surveying some shit she found on the floor, before trying to walk off with it. I stopped her.
“Got it. You guys have a good time tonight.”
“Oh, we will,” I hollered over my shoulder as I left the house.
When I checked my phone, I saw I had a couple texts from the homies, who I proceeded to tell not to hit me up on Valentine’s Day because that shit was gay as fuck. I then texted Laine back who was thanking me for the massage she’d just gotten, and telling me some other shit about a facial that I didn’t care about. Only facials I wanted to discuss were the ones I gave her. Hilarious.
I’d gotten an Instagram DM, so I went inside to check it. I usually kept my other notifications on Instagram off, simply because my shit would be blown up all fucking day from likes, follows, tags, and bullshit that I didn’t give a fuck about. I just liked to post my family and my music and keep it pushing on these niggas.
I frowned at the DM, because I saw it was my homeboy, Esau, from my set TTP, sending me a picture of Laine. It was from one of her latest photo shoots where she was in a sexy ass gold two-piece, with the heels and shit to match. Damn, my bitch was bad.
Clicking it, I saw this weak ass rapper named Bodhi had posted Laine and tagged her to tell her Happy Valentine’s Day. Now this was the second time his bitch ass had posted her on Instagram. The first time he put her up saying how sexy she was and all this bullshit, and since I was trying to get closer to God, and stay out of jail for my daughter and wife, I let the bullshit slide. Plus, I knew my wife was bad as fuck. Shit wasn’t an opinion, it was fact, and even a blind nigga wouldn’t disagree. He’d also sent out a couple tweets about how badly he wanted her, and that I let slide too. But this time, Bodhi had me fucked up.
I tapped the comment button and typed: Next time I see you blood, I’m fucking you up. I left it at that and then pulled off. By the time I got back to the loft in Hollywood, my phone was blowing up with more DM’s from Esau. I went back in and saw that nigga Bodhi was making videos threatening me and shit, acting like he was really about that life, and the comment I made on his photo was on damn near every Instagram blog.
So again, I commented. Send me yo’ location, I’ll meet you.
I put my phone down to pack a bag for tonight, and like I thought, the nigga kept talking shit but wouldn’t drop that location info. Unfortunately for him, someone knew where he was and sent that shit to my DM. I grabbed up the bag I packed, plugged that shit into a map, and then left the crib in my Ferrari since I didn’t have Lanai.
I pulled up to the studio Bodhi was at, and smirked upon seeing his short bald headed ass, looking like one of them ashy nasty ass chocolate Easter eggs in a wife beater. He was outside of the expensive ass studio with a few of his homies, who were all watching my blood red Ferrari as I hopped out that clean muthafucka. Bodhi’s face said it all once I emerged from my whip; that nigga was all talk and not shit else. It was too late for any apologies or retractions though. I drove over here for a fade and I didn’t like wasting my muthafucking gas.
“What’s that shit you was talking my nigga?” I grimaced, stepping up onto the sidewalk where he and his people were. I was alone, but them niggas were definitely shook.
He had about four homies with him and none of them appeared to be up for the fade, and neither was Bodhi.
“Man, get up outta—”
WHAM!
I punched that nigga dead between the eyes, sending his head back. I then delivered another, sending him to the floor, before I began to stomp his ass out. I wasn’t here to talk, I was here to whoop his ass like I told him I was.
As he bled profusely from his nose and lip, I bent down and said, “Three things I don’t play about, nigga: my money, my bitch, and my daughter. Let this be a lesson to yo’ ass before I have ya mama picking out ya casket, and have one of the homies get top from ya favorite bitch.”
“Ah!” he yelped as I kicked him in the stomach one last time.
As I stood up straight, I scanned his homies who looked like if I said anything to them, they’d shit on themselves.
“I fuck with that track you did for Dame,” one finally spoke up, kissing ass like a muthafucka.
I ignored him and turned to my car before crossing the street and hopping in. Not five minutes passed before the video of Bodhi getting fucked up was all over Instagram. He was getting clowned for running his mouth and then getting his face cracked.
Niggas would learn that Laine was some shit I didn’t joke around with, and I’d be quick to turn a muthafucka into a hashtag with no second-guessing.
Laine Benjamin
About an hour and a half later…
It was around 8 p.m., and I’d finally gotten done with my pamper day. I’d gotten massaged, waxed, my nails and feet done, and even a facial. Mischief had some black on black Escalade pick me up from the house after I dropped my car off and checked on my baby, so now I was at the dock ready to get on the yacht. It was so romantic how he had little note cards with rose heads attached to them, telling me what to do.
I missed him all day though, and I wasn’t used to being away from him and Lanai for so long. Seeing how he had social media in a frenzy from fucking up that thirsty ass rapper nigga, just made me want to see him even more.
I chuckled to myself thinking about the video, because that rapper dude had been doing little shit for weeks now, and I didn’t know what he thought he was gonna get out of it. Like did he really believe I was gonna leave the man that I love and had a baby with, to sleep with his whack ass? Please help me understand these niggas’ thought processes. I still used my maiden name for work, like Cassie, but every nigga knew I was married to Mischief… we both made sure of it, so Bodhi had no excuse.
“Shai,” I called out as the truck driver helped me onto the yacht.
I got no response from my husband as the driver walked back down the dock to leave, so I just took that time to scan the area I was in. I spotted another red note card, so I retrieved it and read it.
Go take a bath. - The Pussy Bandit.
I chuckled louder than
I wanted to, and went to the bathroom. I saw the tub was filled with pink water and rose petals. It was so pretty that I had to take a few pictures first. I slipped out of my clothes, and then got into the tub, which was nice and warm. He must have had to time this stuff down to the minute, because the water was soft and hot as if he’d just ran it.
Whatever he put in the tub smelled like strawberries and cream or something, so I scooped some of the pink tinted water up, along with the petals and took a sniff. After relaxing for about fifteen minutes, another note card came sliding under the door, so I took that as my cue to hurry the fuck up. Washing my body down, I quickly rinsed the soap off and then stepped out to grab the deep red colored towel. After I dried off, I used my favorite body butter that he’d already had placed in here.
When I was finished, I picked up the note, which told me to put on the red silk robe, located to my left. I wrapped myself in it, and then came out of the bathroom to see Shai sitting down on the bed looking sexy as hell with his high ass. He was in some gray sweats, boxers, and socks with his chiseled tatted chest and arms on full display. My eyes drifted from his handsome face, down his arms, and across his chest, before regaining eye contact.
“For you.” He gestured towards the sparkly gifts that I didn’t even notice because I was so busy admiring him.
“Oh my gosh.”
I made my way over and picked up the nice watch, which was completely covered in blinding diamonds. I then opened the smaller box, and tried to keep from crying when I saw it was a ring, which was just as icy. I put the ring on, but decided to put the watch on tomorrow since tonight it may get broken.
“Baby, this was so nice,” I chuckled, seeing more rose petals on the bed.
“Lanai was no fucking help,” he replied, pulling me closer by the waist and opening my robe to kiss my stomach.
“Nai tried to help?” I chuckled.
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