My Baby Is A West Coast King 4

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Yep.” I kissed her face.

  He gently scooped her up and went to put her in the bed, so I took that time to pull the covers back. He returned to the bedroom and sat down on the chaise to remove his shoes while watching me closely.

  “You look relaxed. I hope you relaxed today.”

  “I tried to.” I slinked further under the covers since it was a bit cold in the house. “But I got sick.”

  “Sick how?” he frowned, gathering what he needed to take a shower.

  “I will tell you when you get out.”

  “Nah, tell me that shit now.”

  There was silence as he stared at me, so his face twisted up while he waited. Then suddenly, his facial expression softened, and his sexy lips parted.

  “Sick like my nut finally made it do what it do?”

  “Shai, don’t talk like that. But yes— ahh!” I screamed when he pulled me from the bed.

  Locking my legs around his waist, I stared down, looking at him as he smiled. He planted numerous kisses all over my collarbone, and hugged my body tighter before inhaling the scent of the body oil on my neck.

  “Damn, another one.” He placed me to my feet and got down to kiss my stomach through my short nightgown.

  “Yes, another one.” I giggled because his kisses tickled, as I caressed the top of his head. His big hands gripped my waist tightly as he continued to deliver pecks on my midsection as if I were full term. “I guess you’re excited.”

  “Extremely. Baby, you don’t know how fucking happy I am. I used to never want kids and now I be wishing for them little muthafuckas every time I bust.”

  We laughed in unison.

  “Maybe this one will be a boy.” I continued to rub his head as he looked up at me, still kneeling down.

  “That’d be dope, but honestly, I don’t care what we have. Shit, as long as it’s you having my baby, we can have a bunch of little E.T.s running around this muthafucka and I’ll be straight.”

  “You wouldn’t wonder why I was delivering aliens?”

  “Nah, as long as they were mine. I mean unless you’re smashing some nigga from outer space. Let his ass know Mischief travels, and I’ll fuck his ass up on any planet. Astronaut helmet on and everything.” He rose to his feet and pecked me as I laughed.

  “Only you would say something like that.” I watched him take his stuff into the bathroom. “Are you hungry?”

  “Always.” He closed the bathroom door.

  I went downstairs to preheat the oven so I could warm up the honey cornbread, barbecue ribs, mashed potatoes, and spinach that I’d made. I was so hungry after puking that I went and cooked a damn feast. By the time everything was warm, and a fresh pitcher of red Kool-Aid was done, Mischief was walking into our dimly lit kitchen in sweats, boxers, socks, and no shirt.

  I set his plate in front of the bar stool that he chose to sit on, and then put a glass of drink next to it before sitting with him.

  Wrapping my arms around his midsection, I laid on his shoulder, enjoying the scent of his body wash as he started to eat. He hated that I was all over him when he ate, but he stopped complaining a while ago.

  “You want some?” He looked to me out the corner of his eye and I nodded with a light snicker. “Only ‘cause I love yo’ ass, and my baby is simmering in there.”

  Picking one of the ribs up, he put it to my mouth so I could bite it, and then finished it off himself. We sat there for the next twenty minutes or so, eating his food. I didn’t think I was hungry, but the smell had gotten to me. Once we were done, we washed our hands together and then he scooped me to carry me up the stairs. I loved when he did that, just like a little child would.

  As we settled in bed, I saw Cassie had texted me. When I opened it up, I realized it was an Instagram video so I clicked the link. My heart dropped at the sight of me dancing in Mischief’s lap and his hand obviously in a place it shouldn’t have been, while kissing on my neck. I fucking hated them Instagram blogs because it was like they caught every damn thing. Thankfully the video was from the side view, so you couldn’t see much, but it was obvious what our freaky asses were doing. I was twisted as hell but at least my dance moves were on point.

  Laughing at the caption, which read, Baby number two will probably be debuting soon, I showed the video to Mischief.

  “Ayyyyye! They got ya boy playing in that pussy!” He grinned and laughed, placing his fist to his mouth as he watched with excitement.

  “I should have known you would find this funny.” Turning over on my stomach I said, “Rub my booty, babe, please.”

  “You ain’t said nothing but a fucking word.”

  He quickly shut the lamp off, moved extra close to me, and then gripped my ass in his large hands, making my lower lips salivate. Pushing my gown up, he began to tug down my lace panties while kissing and biting on each cheek.

  “I said a massaaaage!”

  “This is how I do ‘em.”

  Once my panties were past my feet, he kissed up my legs until he made it to my butt again, and began groping it roughly. I smiled softly as his lips touched on my back while he massaged my ass, because I knew I was gonna get just what I needed.

  Kordell Benjamin

  Chaz and I had a photo shoot this morning, with the earliest call time I’d ever heard of. I didn’t understand why a nigga like me had to be here at this picture studio at four in the fucking morning, but the exposure was good and the money was even better, so best believe my ass was here.

  “And look the other way for me, Mr. Benjamin,” the photographer, Gene, said to me. I didn’t too much care for another nigga snapping photos of me without my shirt, but I had to keep my mind on the money.

  “Okay, for this last one, maybe you guys can come together and—”

  “Nah,” Chaz and I said simultaneously. Taking pictures with our shirts off was one thing, but wasn’t no nigga, brother or not, about to be touching my damn chest with his chest.

  Laughing, the photographer replied, “Fine, I will just have my editor make it look like—”

  “Nah.” We cut him off again, making the other people working the set chuckle lightly.

  He just nodded and draped his camera across himself.

  “Sorry, sometimes I forget that I’m working with such masculine men.” He threw his hands up in mock surrender. “But great job, gentlemen, I will make sure to use the picture of you two fully clothed in the combined shot.”

  “‘Preciate you, bruh.” Chaz nodded.

  We both walked off the set to head to our dressing areas so we could finally change out of all this shit. It was weird because there were people there to actually undress us. Chaz and I would literally stand there, as muthafuckas removed everything, excluding our drawers, of course. It was the same during this shoot. I was used to fixing my own collar and shit, but nah, some little bitch was doing all the work. A nigga felt like a damn mannequin.

  “Can you believe that nigga? Next, he was gon’ ask me to bend yo’ ass over,” I scoffed as Chaz laughed.

  “Aye, you the gayest straight nigga I’ve ever met. Who even thinks of some of the shit that comes flying out of yo’ fucking mouth, nigga?”

  Shrugging, I hooked a right into my dressing room as Chaz continued onto his. Once we were back into our own clothes, we looked over some of the shots with Gene and then went our separate ways.

  When I got down to where my whip was inside of the locked structure, I saw my mother leaning on it looking like she hadn’t missed a day of sleep. She hadn’t seen her kids in a little over two years, but she appeared to be perfectly okay with that. I hated to admit it, but seeing her did make me feel some shit that I didn’t want to feel; that I shouldn’t have felt. She wasn’t a mother at all, and I think I spent a lot of time trying to make her appear to be one in my mind.

  “Get off my shit,” I stated dryly, hitting the alarm and throwing my bag into the backseat.

  “Kordell, I know—”

  “You know what? That yo’ ass a
in’t been around in the longest? Or what, that you’ve been trying to fuck Shai?”

  “That’s not true! You just believe what he tells you! That’s why I stopped coming around! Your father disappeared, probably to be with some whore, and then you and Chaz just take his side. Did you ever once ask me about it?”

  I hadn’t because Mischief said she would lie.

  “No, I didn’t because I know the truth.”

  “No you don’t, honey. Just let me explain—”

  “Don’t touch me.” I cut her off calmly, removing my arm from her grasp. “I don’t know what the fuck you came here for or how you even found me but— how the fuck did you find me?”

  “This app that your Aunt Doreen introduced me to. It helps me see what you guys are up to.”

  “Right, instead of just asking us.”

  “You guys wouldn’t talk to me! Look at you now, Kordell! I can barely get a word out without you biting my head off!” she screamed through her thick Spanish accent.

  “Because you need some help! Once you realize that shit, and are ready to take the next step to get better, then and only then will I even think about associating with you.”

  “I told you I don’t need—”

  “And as long as you keep thinking that bullshit, keep yo’ ass away from me, aight?” I towered over her and she just looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

  I hated the fact that she and my father felt like I was the weak link out of the three of their kids. It was like they just assumed that I’d be the one to forgive and get them back in good with Shai and Chaz. Maybe years ago, when I was young and dumb, but now? Fuck all that shit. The people in hell have a better chance of getting a nice ice-cold glass of water.

  Speeding out of the structure, I drove right by her ass as she stood in the doorway of her Mercedes. Turning up my music, I picked up the blunt I rolled last night and lit it. My windows were tinted so I didn’t have to worry about muthafuckas being all in my business and taking a damn picture. I couldn’t do shit these days without every fucking body knowing. Shit, even my own mama clocked my moves through social media.

  As I neared my home, I called to see if Cassie was already there, and once she told me she was, I was good. I loved my wife and there was a sense of calmness she brought to me. I hated coming home and just sitting there when her and my kids were out and about. Sometimes I felt like I was too dependent on my wife, but as long as she wasn’t complaining, I was gonna keep being on her tough.

  “Dad!” KJ came running up to me as soon as I closed the front door. That shit was crazy how he skipped right past the daddy stage, and went right to dad. He was a little G just like he was supposed to be. Still called his mother, ‘mommy’, but we’d fix that when he got a little older.

  “What’s up, where yo’ sister and mama?” I asked him, scooping him up into my arms. Nigga looked just like me as a kid; I had the pictures to prove it. If I wanted to, there was no way I could deny him. Cassie had a better chance at doing so.

  KJ pointed towards the dining area that we never dined in. We used it more as a study room or whenever we needed quiet time to look over some shit. I had an office, but the dining room was more convenient at times.

  I made my way into the dining area to see Melody at the table with some light skinned girl with a short haircut. She looked to be about my age, and was smiling way too friendly when she saw me. My heart started to beat quickly thinking she was crazed fan that had found out where I laid my head and broken in.

  “Who are you?” I got right to the damn point.

  “Daddy!” Melody realized I was in the room and ran to me. I set KJ to his feet and picked her up to kiss her face.

  “Oh, I guess Mrs. Benjamin didn’t tell you. I’m Orchid Jones, Melody’s home schooling teacher.”

  She made her way to me and stuck her hand out for me to shake. I noticed my son was eyeing her like a sundae on a hot Saturday afternoon, so I pulled him closer with my free hand. Nigga was only one and some change, already thinking with the wrong head.

  “Nah, she didn’t tell me shit. How the fuck we know you even legit? You got a license or some paperwork?”

  “Oh, sorry, I was in the shower.” Cassie came in wearing her robe and looking like she wanted me to stick something in her. I grabbed her ass on the low when she walked past me. “Yeah, I hired Orchid so that she could teach Melody.”

  “You do a background check?”

  “Yes, Kordell.”

  “I’m very qualified. I have all of my certifications if you’d like to see… them,” Orchid tried to explain, but I put my hand up.

  “Nah, I’m talking about a hood background check. I wanna know if she stabbed her ex-boyfriend or some shit. I don’t need no bitches from Snapped influencing Melody.”

  “Okay! Sorry about this, Orchid.” Cassie turned to me and said, “Put Melody down so she can finish her stuff, Kordell.”

  I stared at Orchid’s too excited ass for a minute, and then let Melody down. I kissed her forehead, and then watched her and Orchid sit at the table next to one another. Cassie picked up our son, and then slipped her hand into mine to lead me out.

  “When did this Orchid bitch happen?” I followed Cassie up the stairs and towards KJ’s room.

  “I told you I was gonna be looking for someone this week. I used this site and they do regular background checks. Orchid was one of the only ones who was willing to start immediately.” She placed KJ down so he could take a nap.

  “Cassie—”

  “Let’s go to the other room.”

  “She’s weird as fuck, baby,” I said as soon as we got into the bedroom, moving her wet hair from her face.

  “You don’t even know her, Kordell, so how can you say that?”

  “I can tell by the way her weird ass was looking at me. Smiling all wide and shit like she had a master plan.”

  Laughing so hard she palmed her chest, Cassie threw her head back and then shook it at me.

  “I’m just curious, husband, what master plan would she have? Oh wait, let me guess this one, she’s gonna convince Melody to stab one of us like she did her imaginary ex-boyfriend, right?”

  “Play all you want, but when that hoe tries to kidnap our kids, I’m pointing the finger at yo’ ass.”

  Pushing me down onto the chaise, Cassie straddled my lap and opened her robe. My mind immediately switched gears at the sight of her naked body, which was still a little damp. I’d have to get to Orchid’s single black female ass another day.

  Chaz Benjamin

  “I haven’t been able to talk to you all too much since you got back from Vegas, but what the hell!” Our publicist Quinn ran her small hands through her strawberry blonde locks.

  Quinn was a typical cute white girl. She was young, early forties, but was gonna clearly have gray hair fucking with us. She tried to keep our image together, not so much clean cut because that’s not who we were, but she didn’t want us looking like criminals.

  I knew we were gonna hear her mouth about the Vegas shit for sure. Even I was disappointed in myself and my little brother, but how could I pass up a naked Erynne, asking me to fuck her right then and there? Shit wasn’t my fault in my opinion.

  “I knew Vegas was a bad idea.” Ishmael shook his head as he sat next to our lawyer Oliver and assistant Heather.

  “What happened? I mean, Kordell, I expect this type of stuff from you, maybe not as extreme as jail, but reckless behavior, yes.” Quinn plopped down in the swivel chair and sighed. “But Chaz, you’re supposed to be the level headed one.”

  “And I am!” I frowned.

  “Yeah, but using the head sitting on your shoulders nigga, not the one down below,” Ishmael interjected.

  “So what now?” Kordell quizzed, running his hands down his face as he texted away with his other.

  “Can we set the phones down for a minute please?” Quinn cocked her head and stared at Kordell. “The fans are all over this because they think it’s cool for some reason tha
t you got arrested with your wife. However, brands and people who want to work with you don’t. So, we need you to make light of the arrest so that the people higher up know that, that’s not who you are, Kordell.”

  “Yeah, aight.”

  “Nigga, what are you doing?” I looked to Kordell and saw Ishmael was wearing the same expression.

  “Looking at this site that Cassie’s ass is hiring crazy hoes from.” Kordell scratched his beard and squinted his eyes down at his iPhone as he scrolled.

  “Please let’s focus and I promise you guys can get back to your lives.” Quinn shuffled around some papers. “Chaz, there is no real way around what you did; public indecency, which I’m surprised you weren’t arrested for. Oh, that’s right, you led a mob of girls through the hotel who trampled three casino waitresses, broke a window to one of the shops, and vandalized the elevator hallway once they couldn’t get to you.” She read off everything from some paper before looking up at me with a fake smile. “We need you to issue an apology to Victoria’s Secret and the hotel.”

  “I’m good with apologizing to Victoria’s Secret, but how is the second one my fault? That hotel knew we were gonna be there and they said they’d have the right amount of security to keep shit intact. That’s not my fault that they lied or underestimated me.”

  We told them niggas two fucking weeks before we got there, and let them know that shit could get crazy if they didn’t have good security. Planet Hollywood was where we stayed last time and shit went way smoother because they could handle it. But no, this fucking hotel swore we were good, and now was expecting an apology because they failed to come through? Nah fuck that bullshit.

  “Chaz—”

  “Like I said, Quinn, I will apologize to Victoria’s Secret, but the hotel can kiss my ass.”

  “Chaz, you have to do this!” Quinn pushed her hair from her face, only for it to come flopping right back.

  “I don’t have to do shit but stay black and die. Oh, and make these records.”

  Inhaling sharply, she said, “Okay, fine. Just have the Victoria’s Secret apology ready for me by the end of the week so I can release it.”