"Well you know you can tell me anything, right?" I raised a brow, slightly looking over my shoulder.
"Yeah. Thanks ma. But I promise I'm good," he said exhaling heavy. I didn't respond, and he leaned me back to kiss my lips.
Chapter Four: Kayden King
Today was the day that I had to leave my girls, and go on the road. "If you change your mind, hit me up and I will send for you baby," I told Christy as we stood on our front porch.
The car was waiting to take me to the tour bus, and a part of me didn't want to get in and go. I would be doing a show in about 48 states, two cities per state, so I'd be gone a little over three months.
"I will baby," she replied with glazed eyes. I leaned down to kiss Kaylie's cheek, and then Christy's lips.
"I love you ma, and keep your phone next to you. If I hear your voicemail, we gone have a problem," I half joked as I walked away. I was serious though, I needed Christy like a crackhead needed crack and if she didn't answer that phone, I might go crazy. Was I obsessed? Maybe, but I loved my girl and my daughter.
"I know daddy. I'll even buy a charging case," she smiled, making her dimples appear.
I walked back, and kissed her soft lips one more time. "Fuck babe," I moaned with my lips still pressed against hers. I wanted to bang her out one more time, even though we went at it like dogs in heat all last night and this morning. She held Kaylie in one arm, and caressed my face with the other, as we pecked and kissed back to back. "Aight, soon as I get on the road, I'm gone hit you up," I smiled and she nodded.
I walked off, and hopped in the backseat of the car. Christy stood outside with my baby girl in her arms, and watched as we drove off. I blew out hot air in frustration. I really needed her by my side, but I understood that raising Kaylie at home was best for her. Regardless of what I wanted, Christy and my daughter's wants and needs came first.
We arrived to the location of the tour bus, and I saw my opening act, Kelly Nicole, talking to what looked like her bodyguard. She was short, thick as hell, and had long, brown, wavy hair. I knew it was a weave, but it was a damn good one. I hopped out the car, and she turned around smiling. She had a beautiful smile and her nose was pierced. Her light skin looked smooth and perfect, and she was definitely my type in my player days. She was gorgeous as hell, but of course no one could top Christy in my eyes. Even after the baby, Christy kept a toned, sexy body, and was everything a nigga could want. I wasn't worried about being with Kelly for three months, because like Christy said, I knew what I had at home.
"Kayden, it is so good to meet you!" She smiled big and reached her hand out to shake mine. I shook her hand and smiled.
"Likewise ma," I replied.
The men started loading our luggage onto the bus, and I watched them closely to make sure they didn't fuck anything up.
"So, are you excited? I know I'm excited to be opening for such a big name," she chuckled. She had on short ass shorts, a tube top, and sandals, exposing her pretty feet.
"I'm excited, but this is the first time I have headlined, so I'm a bit nervous too," I smiled.
"Well every state’s show is sold out, and everyone there is excited to see you. You're the main event. So don't be nervous, because everyone there is for you," she half smiled and winked.
"Damn, you right. I guess I never looked at it like that," I nodded.
"Now me? I should be nervous; I'm holding them up from seeing Mr. Kayden King," she chuckled and so did I.
"Nah, I've seen your work. They'll be okay with me having such a good ass opening act."
"Well thank you, that means a lot coming from you," she blushed.
There was silence between us, so I cleared my throat to break our stare. "You ready to go?" I asked turning towards the bus.
"I am," she smiled.
We headed to the bus so that we could head to Ohio for the first show. I partially felt like I needed my family here to keep me being good. On the other hand, this was a test of my loyalty to my wife. If I could pull this off without being unfaithful, I was the man I promised Christy I would be, the man she believed I was.
Chapter Four: Kendrick King
Damien and I were in my office, going over some important business regarding KB's. I wasn't consulting him or anything, but he was just here listening to some of my ideas. I was thinking of expanding and opening a similar establishment, in a different area, however still in Baltimore. I just had to plan it well, because I have enough on my plate as it is. I was 22 years old, with two kids, a wife, I was a kingpin, and partial owner of a well-known gentlemen's club. I had no complaints, but each thing needed almost equal attention.
"Yeah man, that sounds like big money," Damien said referring to me opening another place like KB's.
"We just have to make sure the same attention is given to both places. Can't have King Brothers thriving and the other place lacking. Nah, not with my name on it," I said shaking my head. Just as he was about to reply, I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I frowned. I never understood why I was needed so much, when there was a manager here. That was another part that added to my stress. I felt like if I went on vacation or relaxed, things would crumble.
The door opened, and in walked our newest stripper, Coke Bottle or legally, Sydney. Sydney was dark skinned and had not a blemish in sight. She had light brown eyes, long, dark hair, and a body and smile to die for. She was fine as hell, and to make matters worse, she was trying to throw the pussy at me every chance she got. For a recovering stripper addict, it was harder to resist than you may think.
"What's up?" I frowned when she walked in wearing a short ass white skirt, and matching bra top. The color played nicely with her beautiful dark skin. Her titties sat up nicely, and her stomach was toned as hell.
"I wanted to talk you," she smiled and licked her lips.
"About what?" I asked anxiously, as my eyes roamed her sexy legs. I just needed her to get out of here. I knew she was on some bullshit, because anything regarding business, she could discuss with Mena, the manager.
"In private though," she said looking in Damien's direction.
I closed my eyes and exhaled heavily. "Damien, give me like five minutes," I told him. He nodded and hopped up. "Tell Mena I said you can eat some food on the house," I told him as he walked to the door.
"Cool bruh. Thanks," he said as he walked out, but not before looking at Sydney's ass.
He closed the door, and she sat down across from my desk. "So what you need to speak to me about that Mena couldn't help you with? She's your superior you know," I started.
"I know," she smirked. "But I feel more comfortable with you," she smiled. I scratched my eyebrow in silence, letting her know to get to the point. "Well, I work Saturday, and I need the day off," she licked her top row of perfect teeth, "and Mena said no can do," she finished.
"Why you need it off?" I asked and took a deep breath.
"Cause it's my son’s birthday, and I want to have a party for him," she smiled.
I blew out hot air and shook my head. "Alright, well you can have the day off then. I will umm, let Mena know that I approved it," I quickly responded, hoping that was it. She’s lucky I had kids and understood the importance of birthdays and shit. Childless Kendrick would've laughed her ass out of here, talking about some kiddie birthday bullshit.
"So how have you been Kendrick?" she asked.
"I'm okay Sydney. Was there anything else I could help you with?" I frowned, irritated by her presence. I hated that Sydney had a thing for me. I hadn't had to deal with a bitch being on me this tough since Paris. She actually made me miss Paris, though; Sydney was way more forward.
"I like you Kendrick-"
"Sydney-"
"Let me finish. I know you have a wife, and kids, and blah blah, but you’re young. You can still have a little fun." She stood up and paced slowly around my office, giving me a nice view of her body. "You see Kendrick, all these other bitches just want some dick, but I want everything from you. I love your swag, y
our commanding demeanor, your sexy green eyes, your sexy ass toffee complexion, toned physique, the dimples, your cute little chin hair, and perfect smile. You're everything I been looking for. I promise if you give me a teensy bit of your time, I will make it worth your while. I want to be yours baby. I promise I won’t tell a soul babe. Nic will have no idea. But I want to be the only one on the side," she finally finished, flashing her sexy ass smile.
"Sydney, please leave my office and don't ever come back in here. Mena can handle any other problems you have," I replied nonchalantly. I don't know what she thought that speech would get her, but I wasn't the one. I had no interest in being with any woman but Nic. That was the honest truth. Yeah, Sydney was nice to look at, but she would be nothing more than a fuck to me. I loved everything about my baby, and that's why I married her and got her pregnant. I knew what I wanted the first time I laid eyes on her pretty ass, and no bitch since, has been able to take my heart away from her.
"Damn, like that?" Sydney replied snapping me out of my thoughts. I ignored her and turned to my computer. She stood there staring for a while, and then stormed out. I hoped she found someone else, because her side chick offer was one to beat. Niggas dreamed of having a fine ass sidepiece that played her role.
Chapter Four: Jessica Leon
"Mommy loves you," I said as I tucked Kenzie into his crib. He was the cutest thing in the world, and the perfect mixture of Kendon and I. He had short curly hair, a toffee complexion, with jade green eyes. I didn't see how people could abandon or mistreat their children. I would do anything for my son, and I couldn't imagine myself even yelling at him. My favorite song to listen to these days was, "I Got You" by Ciara. It was a song she made about her baby, and it described how I felt about Kenzie to the tee.
"What you doing in here?" Kendon walked up behind me, and hugged me tightly.
"Just tucking him in," I smiled down at my baby, before turning around to kiss Kendon's lips.
"You’re different," he said holding my waist, as my arms draped around his neck.
"I am?" I asked cocking my head to the left.
"Yeah. It's a good thing though. I've always loved how you were before, but being a mother has matured you in a way," he said with a serious expression, towering over me.
"I'm glad it's a good change," I smiled.
"It is. I can't wait to make you my wife baby."
"I know. I don't want to take away from Morgan's shine right now though," I replied. "But I can't wait to make you my husband. I've dreamt of days like these," I said caressing the back of his head. I took in his beautiful dark skin, and his piercing emerald eyes. His features were so perfectly chiseled into his face. Kendon was gorgeous.
"Like what?" he smiled down at me.
"When we would be a family. I used to fantasize about it, when we first started dating back when I was 15," I told him being honest.
"Damn. That's crazy," he said. "Fantasize it into existence," he smiled.
"I think it's speak it into existence," I laughed.
"Same shit to me," he shrugged.
We tongued each other down, enjoying the moment, until his phone started to ring. "Go, go!" I pushed him out of Kenzie's room, hoping he didn't wake him up.
I grabbed and hugged his waist from behind, as he talked on the phone and walked. I rolled my eyes after I realized he was talking with Adrienne. This bitch was getting on my nerves. For some reason, she got the impression that she and I were equals, when that wasn't the case. Anything Kendon did for, or with me, she wanted the same treatment. I had no problem with Kendon treating our son equal to their daughter, but if she thought she was gone be equal to me, she had the game fucked up. This wasn't no damn three-way couple-dom. I bet her ass was happy when I was in a coma. If someone hadn't run me off the road, she might have done it herself.
Kendon hung up, turned to face me, and draped his arms over my shoulders. "Adrienne said Kennedy needs some things," he said.
"Like what?" I frowned.
"She said she's grown out of her onesies and shit," he shrugged.
"We can get them together and drop them off," I offered with an ulterior motive. She wasn't gone be riding my dick. I was gone throw salt all in this bitch's game.
"You sure you want to come along?" he frowned.
"Of course," I smiled.
"Jessica, I don't want you on no bullshit. I'm not in the mood to pull you off of nobody," he replied sternly.
"I'm not gone do nothing!" I whined.
"Aight. Get Kenzie and come on," he replied making me happy as hell.
We arrived to Adrienne's condo, after stopping and getting some cute little onesies for her baby girl, Kennedy. I grabbed Kenzie, and we headed to her door. When she opened it up, her smile faded quickly.
"Hello Adrienne," I smiled as I walked into her crib, past her bitch ass.
"Hi Jessica," she replied dryly.
I sat down on her couch with my son in my hands, and glanced around the place. She was living pretty well in my eyes. I had a blanket over him, and rubbed his back softly, as he slept on my shoulder.
"Would you guys like anything to drink?" she offered.
"No. We just came to drop the stuff off. We are about to leave," I said and fake smiled.
Adrienne looked to Kendon for confirmation of what I just said. "I mean, we can stay for a couple minutes. Where is Kennedy?" Kendon asked.
"She's asleep," she replied.
I stood up and walked to the door. "No need to stay then. Hand her the stuff so we can go have dinner Kendon." I said to rub it in this bitch's face. She needed to know that Kendon and I were a family, and she was just his baby mama.
"Well, let me know if you need anything else," Kendon said, before walking to the back to see his daughter.
"You so damn extra," Adrienne said once he left.
"And you so damn thirsty," I spat back, and rolled my eyes.
"Kendon belongs to me just as much as he belongs to you," she raised a brow and smiled.
"Actually, you're wrong bitch. I'm his fiancée," I said showing my ring.
"Fiancée don't mean shit, until you married. You just a bitch with his seed, just like me," she smirked.
"No I'm not like you. ‘Cause if you keep fucking with me, you gone be a dead bitch with his seed," I replied.
"Oh you're gonna kill me Jessica?" she fake pouted.
"Don't underestimate me hoe," I spat. I could taste the ass whooping I wanted to deliver to her.
"No, you shouldn't underestimate me," she winked, as Kendon appeared from the back. I got an eerie feeling after her last statement.
"Aight, come on ma. Peace Adrienne," Kendon said as we headed out. I looked over my shoulder, and she had an evil smirk plastered on her face.
Chapter Five: Nic King
I blew out hot air, as I looked over myself in the mirror. I had on skinny jeans, a halter-top, and sandals. I kept it simple, because I wanted to show my so-called father how much I didn't give a fuck about this lunch. I would've worn pajamas, but I didn't want Kendrick to get suspicious.
"Where you going?" Kendrick asked as he saw me coming down the stairs.
"I'm going to meet Deija, so we can get our nails done," I lied quickly.
He squinted his eyes and nodded. "I thought you just got your nails done," he said, catching me in my lie. Think fast Nic, I thought.
"It's just a color change," I smiled.
Kendrick stared into my eyes, and I knew he didn't believe me. I could see he was stunned that I would lie to him. My baby was too smart, and I knew I'd have to come clean soon.
"Alright then. You need any cash?" he finally asked.
"No, I got enough," I replied. I started to walk towards the door, and he grabbed my arm lightly, tugging me back.
"You wouldn't lie to me, right Nic?" he asked and tucked his lips in, making his sexy dimples appear.
"Of course not babe," I replied a bit nervous, because of his demeanor.
"Good. Don't let me fi
nd out otherwise," he said raising one brow, and biting his lip.
I got goose bumps all over, and for the first time I was scared of my husband. I see why people feared him. I just nodded quickly and walked towards the door.
"Ain’t you forgetting something?" he asked.
"What?" I asked nervously. "Oh," I smiled and jogged back to kiss his lips. I wiped my lipstick off him and left the house.
I walked into Cheesecake Factory, and saw Niko at the table with a dude who appeared to be my age, and a woman. I slowly approached the table, and I saw they were all dressed up. Niko stood up to greet me, with a stupid smile on his face.
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