"Right. Exactly," I chuckled uncomfortably.
We ate our salads and had Chinese food for dinner. I had never had professionally made Chinese food for dinner before.
"Thank you Whitney, this was nice," I said as he drove me back to Niko's house.
"You're welcome. I enjoyed myself as well," he smiled.
"One minute I was over you, now you got me faded, faded. Never thought that I'd get so involved, no, no. Now my guards are feeling tipsy and ready to fall, for you. Might as well take one hit of you, roll it, roll it up. Might as well take one sip of you, pour it, pour it up. Boy you, you got me on one," I sang along to Mya's "On One", as we drove home.
"Is that how your husband makes you feel?" Whitney asked, as he drove.
I paused cause I forgot where I was for a moment, and was a bit embarrassed. "Yeah," I replied.
"Damn, sounds like you in deep," he commented.
"Yeah," I replied in a low tone, as I stared out the window. I looked out the window, thinking about Kendrick the rest of the way to Niko's. I thought about how in love I was with him, almost to a fault. I didn't think I could leave him even if I wanted to. Kendrick was like a drug to me, and I was heavily addicted.
We finally pulled up to Niko's condo, about fifteen minutes later. "Okay. Have a good night," I said as I got out, to go get in my car.
He grabbed my arm before I could do so, "Take my number Nic. I just need a friend," he smiled.
I paused for a second, to look into his eyes. "Okay," I finally said, and put his number in my phone. I saw I had a missed call from Kendrick, but decided to just go see him in the hospital in the morning.
I walked in the house tired as hell, and unfortunately, I could say I had a good time. I walked upstairs to the bedroom, and I heard the shower running. I grabbed a bat, and waited for the person to come out. Finally the door opened, and it was Kendrick. I dropped the bat, as he glared at me with a towel around his waist. He walked to his drawer, and pulled out some boxers and sweats.
"Where you been, and dressed like that? And don't tell me you were with your fucking brother," he asked calmly as he slipped on the boxers and sweats. He was angry as hell.
"I was visiting my father," I lied.
He slammed his drawer. "Nic! Quit yo’ fuckin lying! Don't fuck with me! Where the hell have you been!" he yelled as he moved closer to me.
I backed away towards the wall, scared as fuck. "I- I went to visit my father, and we all went out, so I dressed up," I lied again like an idiot.
He chuckled. "You really think I'm gone believe that you went somewhere with your father, and dressed like that?!" he frowned. "You know what Nic, fuck this. You want to play games, let me call a couple bitches to fuck with," he said, and walked towards his phone.
"If you fuck another bitch, I swear I will leave you!" I yelled, and tears started to fall, ‘cause I knew I was unfortunately lying.
"Bye Nic," he replied and picked up his phone. A sharp pain shot through my chest, as those words left his mouth.
"No Kendrick!" I started to cry harder, and walked over to him.
"No, since you want to lie and be out all fucking night, I'm gone do the same. You want an open marriage? I'll give yo ass one!" he said as he unlocked his phone.
"I don't want you with anyone else!" I yelled letting my tears fall freely. He ignored me as he scrolled through his contacts. “Baby please," I begged in a calmer tone, as my face became drenched with my tears.
He text some bitch named Lianna, and she replied right away. I snatched his phone, and threw it against the wall. "Fine! Fuck you Kendrick! You such a bitch ass nigga!" I spat and pushed his ass. I turned to walk away, and he grabbed me then pinned me against the wall, as I breathed heavily.
"Tell me the truth, or I'm walking out the door and fucking that bitch you just saw me text," he said.
I stared at him with eyes full of hate, before responding. "My father forced me to go on a date with his friend’s son. He said if I didn't, he'd kill you. I told him no, but he had someone shoot you that night, so I agreed," I finally said, crying hysterically.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, as I continued to cry. He kept me hemmed against the wall, as he kissed my lips. I was crying so hard, my throat was sore and my vision was blurry.
"Get off me!" I yelled and pushed him away with force.
"Get off you? What the fuck you mad for?! You the one out on dates and shit! The least you can do is not dress like that!" he yelled.
"I did this for you! To save your fucking life! You act like I fucked him!" I yelled.
"I don’t want you out with another nigga! I don't care if you didn't fuck him! You my bitch! Only nigga you go out with is me! You do not spend time with another nigga, ever! If you did fuck him, I hope you know you just sealed his fate!" he yelled angry as fuck. "You should've just told me instead of actually going!" he added.
"Whatever Kendrick," I said as I sat down to take off my shoes.
"You probably wanted to go!" he yelled.
"Maybe I did! Maybe I wanted to go out with someone who wouldn't fuck around on me every chance he got! Do you know how bad it hurts me every time you pull your dick out for another bitch, Kendrick?" I cried. "No you don't, cause you don't care. You're Kendrick King, and you do whatever you want. And the worst part is, I'm so fucking gone for yo ass that I can't do nothing about it," I added.
He paused for a couple seconds, as if he was speechless. "Baby, I was not gone go out and fuck that girl," he said in a calmer tone. I continued to undress, and he grabbed me and pulled me close. "Nic, I'm sorry for the past baby," he said as he kissed my neck and face. "I love you so much. I need you to know that. The thought of you and another nigga drives me crazy," he said as he nuzzled his face into my neck, to place soft kisses. He tightened his grip around my body, and his hands roamed my back. "I know I hurt you, but baby, I need you. You got me going crazy over you. I ain't used to this shit."
"I love you too, Kendrick," I said as he started to kiss my lips.
"Baby, just be honest with me. I'm your husband, you can tell me anything, okay?" he said and kissed my lips multiple times. I nodded and then we undressed.
"You love me?" he asked as thrusted into me nice and slow.
"Always Kendrick," I replied as he pinned my hands behind my head. He kissed me hard, and then let my hands go. I grabbed his face to pull him closer, as he continued to pump into me. "Ahhhh, ahhh, I love you so much," I whispered in between kisses.
"I love you more than you could ever love me, Nic. You stuck with me baby," he smiled and bit his lip.
"I wanna be," I moaned, as he continued to tongue me down and make love to me. We made each other crazy.
Chapter Nine: Morgan Garrett
My feet and hands were looking atrocious, so I decided to head to the nail shop.
"May I help you?" the Asian lady asked when I walked in.
"A pedicure, gel acrylic, and my eyebrows please," I replied.
"Okay, sit chair number 7 please," she replied in her thick accent.
Another young lady ran some warm water in the pedicure tub, and poured in some blue powder.
"Pick color please." She handed me a color sheet, as she sat down in front of me to do my feet. As I was looking at the colors, someone called my name.
"Oh, hey Ranika," I smiled. Ranika worked at King Brothers, so I had met her a couple times and she was cool.
"How are you Morgan?" she asked as the lady instructed her to sit in chair number 6.
"I'm great. Just planning this wedding," I smiled.
"Oh yes. I can't wait to come," she smiled and clapped her hands.
"Yeah, I can't wait either. How are you?" I said as I watched the lady remove the current polish from my feet.
"Same shit, different toilet. Getting this money and living life!" she chuckled.
"Nothing wrong with getting money," I laughed.
"I know that's right!" she smacked her lips. "You know Dreei
s came in about a week or so ago, and some older chick was all in his face. I didn't know if I should tell you, but then again, she looked a little too into him," she said as another girl started to work on her feet.
"Some older lady?" I frowned.
"Yeah, she was being real touchy feely; rubbing his arm, shit like that," she frowned and waited for my response.
"Wow, what the hell," I frowned in confusion. I shook my head, wondering why he let some random bitch rub on him to the point where it looked suspicious.
"It stuck out cause we don't get too many older chicks, unless they bring their husbands and shit," she added.
It finally came to me. "Wait did she have long dark hair, big blue eyes, and fair skin?" I asked.
"Yeah, she definitely wasn't fully black," she said and nodded. I nodded as well, and decided once I left I was gone pay Katrina a visit.
Once I finished at the shop, I sped to Nic's father's condo. I hoped that hoe was home, so I could put her in her place. I jogged to the door and knocked hard. Just as I suspected, Katrina answered the door.
"Morgan, what a nice surprise," she smiled. I walked in past her and folded my arms across my chest. "Are you okay Morgan?" she frowned noticing my attitude.
"No, I'm not okay. I don't appreciate you pushing up on my fiancé grandma," I spat.
She chuckled and folded her arms as well. "Look little bitch, you don't want me to push up on Kendreeis. Whatever you heard about was nothing. If I really wanted to push up on him, he would've been in my bed already, and you would've never seen him again," she raised a brow as she spoke with confidence.
"Well I warned you. If you want to keep your dentures in tact, you better not approach my nigga no more," I said moving closer to her.
"Get out!" she said sternly, as she opened her front door.
"Gladly nana!" I spat as I walked out.
"And tell Kendreeis, thank you for calling me beautiful. I needed that," she smiled and slammed the door before I could speak.
I rushed home and quickly ran into the house. I ran up the stairs and when I got in my room, Dreeis wasn't there. I ran to the den and saw him talking on the phone to someone.
"Hey baby," he said as he saw me walk in. He put his phone in his pocket and sat down.
"So you told Katrina she was beautiful?" I frowned getting straight to the point.
He exhaled as if he was irritated. "She was feeling all bad about herself, so yeah, I did. I felt bad for her," he shrugged. "How did you know that?" he asked.
"Cause I paid that granny ass bitch a visit!" I yelled.
"For what?" he frowned.
"To tell her to back the fuck off of you, before I beat her ass with her own cane!" I yelled.
He started laughing and shook his head. "You crazy as fuck, but it's sexy," he said as he walked up to me.
"I don't like you giving her compliments Kendreeis. She is crazy, I really thinks she wants to be with you," I said as I moved his hands off me.
"Morgan, you can't be serious. It was one damn time, and I told you it was because I felt bad! She ain’t tryna be with me, she just want some dick," he frowned with his arms out.
"Whatever nigga," I said.
"Morgan, I have never cheated on you, ever! Never even thought about it, and you complaining cause I told some old bitch she was pretty? You on some bullshit!" he yelled.
"I don't care! The only person you should be complimenting is me!" I yelled.
"Morgan I love you! Only you! You got to stop letting these bitches get to you. I've never given you a reason to not trust me. I haven't thought about another woman since I met you," he said holding my hands.
"I'm sorry Dreeis," I finally said.
"Come here," he said as he kissed my lips. "I will never compliment another woman, not even my mother," he chuckled and so did I. "Now, let me get some before Kaleeini wakes up," he smiled.
He bent me over the couch and lifted up my dress. Soon enough, he eased his dick into me and pounded away. "Ahhh, fuck Dreeis," I moaned. He played with my clit as he beat my pussy up.
"Who this pussy belong to Morgan?" he asked.
"You daddy!" I shouted as came all on his dick. He sped up and burst into me. He pulled me close to him, so my back was against his chest, while his dick was still inside me.
"And you know this your dick right?" he asked. I nodded and he tongued me down from behind. He pulled out, and then carried me to the bedroom.
Chapter Nine: Kendrew King
"Nic's father was behind the shooting," Kendrick said, as he sat behind his desk in his office.
"That nigga Niko? Our connect?" I asked, and he nodded slowly while in deep thought.
"So what we gone do? We can't kill him," Kendon said.
"Why we can't?" Kendrick asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Cause that's your wife's father, my nigga," Kendon replied.
"He ain't her fucking father. That nigga is a sperm donor!" Kendrick spat.
"Well, how would Nic feel knowing you killed her father?" Kendreeis asked.
"She ain't gone know. I'm gone act as if I'm cool. Not tripping," Kendrick smirked.
"Nigga, Nic knows you crazy as fuck, she not gone believe that," I chuckled, and so did everyone else.
"I don't care what she believes. She ain't gone have proof that I killed that nigga, so what can she do?" he smiled and shrugged.
"You crazy as hell," I smiled and shook my head.
"Don't lose your wife over this nigga," Kendon said.
"Nigga what? Nic don't even like that nigga! She wouldn't dare leave me just cause I put him 6ft under," Kendrick frowned.
"I hope you right," Kendon replied shaking his head.
"If I'm not, it's for better or for worse right?" he flashed an evil smile, and we all laughed shaking our heads. Kendrick was bat shit crazy at times, but that's why I fucked with him heavy. We chopped it up a little more, and then went our separate ways.
Deija was still mad as hell, and living in our new house that we were supposed to enjoy together. She would let me come over to spend time with Kameko and baby Kendrew, but as far as her and I, she didn't say more than two words to me. I missed my baby like crazy, but I didn't feel the need to get a paternity test. I knew the baby was mine, although he didn't look much like me. My brothers tried to tell me that the King genes are strong, but shit, they were my half brothers. Maybe my mom being different made them and I different, as far as gene dominance. I thought about getting a fake paternity test, but I didn't know how to go about doing that, and I knew Deija wouldn't just take my word for it. Getting a test would hurt Portia, and I think I have done enough to hurt her already. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
I told Portia I would visit her today, since the meeting with my brothers was earlier in the day. I pulled up to her hotel, and text her for the room number.
Portia: Room 302.
I hopped out, and went up to visit her. "Hey boo," she smiled as she opened the door, and walked away to let me walk in.
"How you feeling?" I asked, as I checked out the small room.
"I'm okay. I'm just looking for a place I can afford," she said as she fanned herself.
"Where is Brent?" I frowned.
"My mother came here to Baltimore, and she is spending the day with him," she smiled.
"Oh I see. What's your budget for an place?" I asked, as I plopped down on one of the twin beds.
"Like $400 a month. I need to find work here," she exhaled heavily.
"How you paying for this room?" I asked.
"My mother is footing the bill these days," she replied.
"Well find what you need, and I'll pay for it ma," I said.
"Thank you baby daddy," she smiled.
"You're welcome." I blew out hot air, and ran a hand over my face.
"What's up?" she frowned.
"What you think about just getting a test?" I asked. Shit, if I was gone be footing heavy bills like house or condo notes, I needed to be sure her son
was mine. Plus, I found it funny that the baby was always ghost when she invited me to see her.
"Is this for you Drew, or for your bitch?" she frowned.
"Watch your mouth Portia. And no, it's for me," I lied.
"Did you test her kids?" she frowned.
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