Good Girls Love Thugs 4 : A Hood Romance (Good Girls Love Thugs - A Hood Romance)

by Shvonne Latrice

  "Before we go any further, we need to have an understanding, Niko. Nic is my wife and the mother of my children, so you know I'm fucking her. When I want to kiss her, I will. When I want some pussy, that's where I get it from. She's mine and you need to understand that," Kendrick set Niko straight.

  "Is that right Nic?" Niko raised his brows, expecting his daughter to disagree.

  "That's right," Nic replied, and kissed Kendrick's cheek.

  I smiled at what just happened. That was the thing about all of our relationships; nothing could pull us apart. Kendreeis, Kendrew, and Kendon were smiling as well at their brother, and nodding their heads. Niko was furious, but didn't speak on the matter any further. I noticed his wife, Katrina, was staring a hole through Kendreeis. It was weird but I shrugged it off.

  After dinner, we all just relaxed and chatted with one another. "You a single mom?" I heard a voice ask. I turned around to see Nic's brother Tony.

  "No, her daddy is just on tour. Her father is Kayden King," I smiled.

  "That R&B cat?" he asked.

  "Yeah," I smiled as I held Kaylie.

  "I wouldn't be able to leave my girl back home if she was as beautiful as you," he said.

  "Thank you, but I asked to stay back. He wanted me to go," I said. He took my phone out my hand, and programmed his number in my phone. "What you doing?" I frowned.

  "Use it…if you need anything while your man is gone," he smiled.

  "Oh, I don't get down like that," I rolled my eyes.

  "Nah, not like that! Like helping with the baby, or fixing the sink," he chuckled.

  "Oh, I see. Well thank you," I chuckled with the intention of never calling.

  "No, thank you," he replied and I felt myself becoming warm all over. Tony was real sexy. He had a peanut butter complexion, short curly hair, and had the body of a football player. We continued to talk until Nic came over, and I silently thanked God.

  "What y'all talking about?" she smiled.

  "Just getting to know your beautiful friend," Tony flashed his sexy smile.

  "I see," Nic gave me a knowing look. I gave her a look back, saying I know. After a couple more hours, everyone decided to head home.

  "I'll walk you to your car," Tony offered.

  "Nah, I got her," Kendrick said, as he took Kaylie in her carrier from me. Tony looked as if he wanted to speak up, but Kendrick looked like he was ready for a fight, so he declined to actually say anything.

  "Well, have a good night Christy, and remember what I told you," Tony winked and jogged back to the condo.

  "Don't let him get in your head, if you feeling lonely ma," Kendrick told me, after buckling Kaylie in her seat.

  "What? I would never," I replied turning my lip up.

  "I know," he smiled, and opened the driver side for me.

  Once I was on the road, I realized I hadn't heard from Kayden yet. It was already 10pm, and he usually called me around 9:30pm. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. Right when I put Kaylie in her crib, Kayden called via FaceTime. I happily ran to our bedroom to talk with my baby; I knew he'd come through.

  Chapter Six: Morgan Garrett

  "Ooh, I like this one!" Jessica said, as she tasted the cake at the bakery. Nic, Christy, Deija, and Jessica, had come with me to pick a cake flavor for my wedding.

  "I hate red velvet," Nic turned her face up.

  "Me too," Christy frowned.

  "I’m pregnant, so I like just about anything right now," Deija laughed, and so did we.

  "Well, let's try the coconut, but I'm sure I want German chocolate," I shook my head.

  "Can she get that in a wedding cake?" Nic asked the baker.

  "We can work it out. Mr. King is paying us top dollar to provide exactly what the bride here wants," the baker replied and smiled. I bucked my eyes at Nic and she laughed.

  "What cake did you have at your wedding Nic? It was bomb," Jessica asked, as she sipped the water we had.

  "It was called Pink Sugar. I don't really know what it was, but I knew when I tasted it, I had to have it," Nic replied.

  After tasting some more, I decided to go with the German chocolate. The baker let me know the cake would be $1500 for three tiers, and to have the designs I requested. The five of us split ways, but Nic and I stayed together, because she rode with me.

  ***

  "So you know Kendrick cheated again," she said as we walked through the grocery store. I hadn't shopped in forever, and the house needed a lot.

  "What the fuck! With who?" I frowned. She shrugged, and picked up a couple things in the baby snack aisle. "What did you say? Like how did you find out?" I asked.

  She chuckled and shook her head. "I went to have lunch with my brother Tony. I lied and told Kendrick I was going to Deija's house, and he obviously knew I was lying. He thought Tony was a dude I was fucking, so he went and got some head from God knows who," she said as we pushed our baskets slowly. "I've never seen him so angry," she chuckled, and so did I.

  "So, what are you gonna do?" I asked.

  "Nothing. I should've been honest with him, and it wouldn't have happened. But also, I love him, and I don't want to break up," she finished, staring straight ahead.

  "I get it," I replied.

  She smiled at me. "That's why I tell you this stuff, ‘cause you get exactly where I'm coming from," she smiled. "I can hear Jessica now, saying un uhn mami, kick his ass to the curb!" She mocked Jess, and we laughed hysterically in unison.

  "You sound just like her! But, I know you loooove you some Kendrick King," I smiled.

  "I do," she said.

  "And he looooves him some Nic Fuller."

  "Nic King, honey," she smiled.

  "Oh right, excuse me," I said and we laughed.

  "Nic, Morgan?" we heard a voice say.

  We turned around to see Nic's stepmom, Katrina. She walked up to us, dressed in a suit, pumps, and a scarf. She looked like a straight up businesswoman. Her long, dark hair was up in a bun; she was no doubt beautiful.

  "Hi," we said in unison, and she hugged us both. Her perfume was strong, but smelled good.

  "How are you ladies?" she asked, adjusting the strap on her mini purse.

  "We're good," I spoke for Nic and me.

  "And Kendreeis?" she raised a brow at me.

  "He's umm, he's fine," I replied caught off guard.

  "Good. Well tell him I said hello. Nice seeing you two." She turned on her heels and switched off. Nic and I looked at each other with confused expressions.

  "Why she ask about Dreeis like that?" I asked.

  "That was kind of weird," Nic replied.

  "She bet not get no ideas," I frowned.

  "Morgan, come on. Katrina is just friendly. I'm sure she meant nothing by it," Nic replied.

  "I hope so, for her sake. I don't play about my nigga, and you know that," I told her.

  "Yes, we know you looooove you some Kendreeis King," she smiled and we laughed.

  ***

  "Guess who asked about you," I said to Kendreeis, as I prepared to feed Kaleeini while our food was in the oven.

  "Who?" he asked sitting his fine ass down. He had on basketball shorts with no shirt, showing his mouthwatering abs and pecks.

  "Katrina."

  "Who the fuck is Katrina?" he frowned.

  "Nic's stepmom; the lady from the dinner," I reminded him.

  "Ohhhhhh," he smiled and chuckled.

  "Why are you smiling?!" I frowned, as I kept an eye on Kaleeini eating.

  "Cause that's funny," he said, making a face like he didn't understand me.

  "Why is it funny that another bitch is asking about you?" I folded my arms.

  "Cause she old as fuck with a husband, yet worried about a 23 year old nigga," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Morgan, stop it," he said, getting up and walking over to me. "It’s enough of me to go around!" he laughed loud as hell, as I glared at him. "Nah, but who got my, baby?" he asked.

  "Me."

  "And who is wearing
a ring on her finger?"

  "Me."

  "Aight then. Stop stressing over other women. They don't mean nothing," he said and kissed my lips. I smiled because he was right.

  Chapter Six: Kendrew King

  I listened to the shower water run, as I ran my hands over my fade. I needed to leave before Deija came out. I didn’t need her asking me questions. I took out my phone when I heard it ring, to answer it.

  "What's up?" I asked somberly.

  "Where are you?" she asked.

  "I'm on my way now," I replied before quickly disconnecting.

  I snatched my keys and hopped in my Mercedes truck. Once I spotted Red Lobster, I pulled into the parking lot and shut off my engine. I took a couple deep breaths, before getting out the car. Once I felt calm enough, I hopped out and headed into the restaurant. I felt my phone buzz, and I saw it was Deija calling, so I ignored it.

  "Hey," I said once I approached the table.

  "Damn I can't get a hug?" Portia asked.

  Portia was one of the first girls I cheated on Deija with. She was also the only one that I kept smashing over time. I was fucking Portia from the day I met Deija, all the way up until we moved to Baltimore. She called me recently, and let me know she was coming here so that I could see my son. I was blown away, because I never knew I got her ass pregnant, and it was never an intention. I definitely believed she trapped me, ‘cause she always supplied the condoms; they probably had holes all over them. I shook my head at my thoughts. I hugged her ass and sat down. Portia was fine as fuck. Smooth, chocolate skin, thick hips, thighs, small waist, with big titties and full lips. Bad as fuck was an understatement.

  "I missed you Drew," she said licking her lips.

  "Portia, where is the baby?" I asked because I noticed she was alone.

  "He's in Memphis until I get settled. But I wanted you to know about him, before he comes in a month," she smiled.

  "Settled? You moving here?" I frowned.

  "I am. Aren't you happy?" she smiled. Hell the fuck nah I ain’t happy.

  "Portia, you know we can't deal with each other like that no more," I told her.

  "Why?"

  "Cause I'm with Deija," I frowned.

  She laughed loud as fuck. "Deija ain't never been a fucking problem before!" she spat.

  "Yeah well, now I'm tryna do right by her," I said.

  "You told me you loved me Drew," she frowned.

  Why did I ever tell her that shit? The stuff a nigga will say to get some pussy. When she found out I made Deija my girl, she didn't want to give me no pussy, and so I lied and said I loved her. However, love was not quite the emotion I felt for her.

  "I know, but I'm in love with Deija, ma. I asked her to be my wife, and we’re having a new baby," I replied. She shook her head, as tears rushed down her face. She looked off into the distance with her arms folded over her chest.

  "And all this time, I haven't gave your pussy away once, thinking you actually was gone make me yours," she scoffed.

  "I'm sorry Portia," was all I could say.

  "Yeah, you are a sorry muthafucka Drew! And what about when she finds out about our son?"

  "She gone accept it, because she's about to be my wife," I said not actually knowing what her reaction would be. I wanted to marry Deija before she found out, because I wasn't about to let Portia break up my family.

  "Whatever nigga," Portia replied. "Let’s do it one last time," she smiled as if she suddenly got a bright idea.

  "I can't," I shook my head.

  "Cause you a little bitch ass nigga, that’s why," she spat and frowned.

  "Well, I'm not hungry Portia, but you can get yourself a meal," I said as I handed her a fifty-dollar bill. I wasn't about to entertain her foolishness.

  "I don't want your money Drew, I want you," she said looking up at me.

  "I'm taken, ma," I said, and dropped the fifty dollars on the table. She threw a cheddar biscuit at my back as I left. I said a silent prayer to stop me from making a U-turn, and busting her head to the white meat.

  Chapter Six: Kayden King

  "Thank you Miami!" I shouted to the crowd of 60,000 people, as they cheered me on. Confetti and balloons were released all over the venue, as I ran backstage to celebrate another successful sold out show.

  "Nice job!" Kelly smiled, and high fived me.

  "Thank you. Likewise," I smiled.

  After dapping up some of my dancers and my manager, Porter, I headed to the back to change clothes.

  Me: Another great night baby, I text to Christy.

  My Love: Aww. I wish I could've been there, I miss you daddy, she replied with a picture of herself and my baby girl.

  Me: I miss you too baby. Be naked for FaceTime tonight.

  My Love: Will do ;).

  I smiled and locked my phone. My dick got hard just thinking about watching Christy play with her pussy on FaceTime tonight. I couldn't wait until the Baltimore show, so I could slide back in that.

  I heard a knock at my dressing room door, so I walked to open it. "Hey Kayden, some of the crew and I are going to IHOP for a late breakfast, you wanna come?" Kelly smiled.

  "Uh, sure," I smirked. She bit her lip and stared in my eyes, "Just let me get dressed," I smiled, holding the doorknob.

  "Right. Sorry. We will be waiting outside," she smiled, and I closed my door. I finished changing into some jeans and a pullover, and then headed out to have some food.

  We all sat around a table at IHOP, and Kelly Nicole was sitting right by me. "Is that your wife and baby?" she asked looking at my home screen.

  "Yeah, it is," I smiled, as I poured syrup over my pancakes.

  "Nice. She reminds me of Lauren London," she said staring at it for a little longer.

  "Thank you. And yeah, she hears that a lot," I chuckled.

  We continued to eat and converse with everybody at the table. "Let's take a picture for Instagram!" Kelly beamed. We all posed for a picture, and I saw it was 11pm on her iPhone screen.

  "Alright, let's go y’all," I said knowing I was supposed to call my wife an hour ago.

  Once we got on the bus, I face timed Christy. She didn't answer, and I was upset thinking she fell asleep. I tried again, as Kelly scrolled on her phone and watched me out the corner of her eye. I walked to the back where the beds were to have some privacy, and called again. Christy answered, but I could tell she was in bed.

  "Hey baby, I'm sorry. I went to eat and lost track of time," I said.

  "It's okay, Kayden," she gave me a sleepy smile.

  "I miss you so much baby, you don't understand. I'm not used to being away from you for so long," I said plopping onto the bed.

  "I miss you too, babe. I can't wait to see you. Kaylie misses you too," she said, and showed me Kaylie sleeping.

  "Damn, I wish you two would have come. I'm having withdrawals," I said. I missed Christy so much; it was like I was addicted to her.

  "When is your Baltimore show?" she asked.

  "Next month," I said.

  "Okay. We can do something special babe," she yawned.

  "Aight, I can't wait. But I see you tired, so I will let you sleep. I don't have a show tomorrow, so we will talk all day, okay?" I said.

  "That sounds good," she smiled. We stared at each other for a little bit through the camera, and then said goodnight.

  I walked from the back, and made myself a drink. "That was quick," Kelly commented.

  "What you mean?" I asked as I sipped my drink.

  "Your nightly calls are usually much longer."

  "Oh, she was tired," I said.

  "You're her husband though, and your miles away. I could wake up for that," she shook her head.

  "Yeah, but she is caring for our baby all day," I frowned.

  "I guess. Maybe I'm just different, but if you were my man, I'd stay up all night just to spend the time," she squinted her eyes.