"I know, we already talked about this. I can still do some harmless flirting," she smiled. I shrugged my shoulders. "Make a left here," she said. "Are you hungry?" she added.
"I am, but I'm about to have dinner with Morgan and my son," I said.
"Oh," she replied.
It was quiet for the rest of the ride, unless she told me to make a left or right here and there. She placed her hand at the nape of my neck, and slid her soft fingers across.
"Ms. Colaneri, come on man," I said jerking my neck to the left.
"I just want to feel good Kendreeis," she said as she continued to send chills down my spine, with her soft hands. I ignored her comment, and kept driving. "Can you make me feel good Kendreeis?" she asked, and her breathing became heavy.
We came to a red light, and I looked over and saw she had her skirt raised up around her waist. She pulled her silk panties to the side, and began to play with her swollen clit. "Can you?" she asked as she stared me in the eyes. My eyes locked onto her wet pussy, as she continued to play with herself. "Ahhh, ahhh, oooohh fuck!" she screamed as she dipped her fingers into her hole, while her other hand caressed the nape of my neck. This bitch was really getting off in my passenger seat, just by looking at me. I feared that cars next to us would see her, even though I had tint. "Fuck, ahhh fuck!" she moaned as she released onto her fingers. She slid them out and sucked her juices off of them. She panted for a bit with her legs still spread. "Make a right," she said, and I did so.
We pulled up to her condo and she straightened herself. She smiled at me ‘cause I was speechless. "Thank you for that," she said.
I sped home to Morgan, who was dressed and ready. "Hey babe I'm- ah!" she yelped as I picked her up and sat her on the counter. I lifted her skirt, and made love to her pussy with my mouth. Once she came, I slid into her and fucked her hard as hell.
"Damn baby! Ahhhh!" I moaned.
Little did crazy Katrina know, the whole time she played with herself, I imagined it was Morgan. We both came together, and then cleaned ourselves up. "Oh babe, let's take your car," I said as I picked Kaleeini up, remembering that my passenger seat was out of commission. I needed to get that cleaned ASAP.
Chapter Eleven: Kendrick King
While Nic was in the bath, I heard her phone chime. My curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to look. In the past, I would've never done no shit like that; however, she hadn't been as honest like she'd been in the past. I picked her phone up, and read the text.
Whitney Davidson: Thank you :).
I scrolled up to see the previous text, so I could know what he was thanking her for.
Whitney Davidson: Good evening beautiful. Hope you're having a great day.
Nic: Thank you. You too :).
My body became warm all over, and I backed out of her text and then locked the phone. I would've thought Whitney was a bitch, but don't no home girl send texts like that. I didn't like that Nic sent a smiley face and shit, cause that meant she enjoyed the flirting this nigga was doing. I text a couple people to get info on this nigga, so I could pull up on his ass.
I put my phone down and walked into the bathroom, to see her relaxing in the bubble bath, with her eyes closed. I closed the door, and she opened her eyes to see me. I walked closer to the Jacuzzi tub and kneeled down. She stared at me, anticipating what I was gonna do. I put my hands in her hair, and then dipped my tongue in her mouth. She cupped my face, as she reciprocated my kiss. I ran my hands down her body, under the water, and then inserted two fingers in her.
"Ah," she tensed up upon entrance, and then spread her legs open a little more. I fingered her, all the while keeping up our passionate kiss, until she came. "Kendrickkkk," she whined. Her body jerked, as I sucked her lips.
"You love me?" I asked in between kisses.
"Always Kendrick," she moaned out of breath. I kissed her neck and collarbone, then her lips again.
"You love me?" she asked.
"Of course," I said. I pecked her once more and then stood up.
"You don't want to get in? KJ and Kendrin are still sleep," she smiled seductively.
"Nah, I have to handle something," I replied, although her offer was tempting. I just wanted to give her a reminder of who I was to her, since she wanted to entertain other niggas. I’ve never loved a woman other than my mother, so this jealous shit was new to me, and I didn’t know how to deal. I felt like I was going crazy. Nic made me crazy.
"Okay," she pouted.
I smiled and then left the bathroom, to put on a shirt to accompany my sweats. I put on my Jordan Retro 1's, and headed to pay Whitney a visit. I had one of my peoples look him up, while I fucked around with Nic in the tub, and they hit me back quick as hell.
I pulled up and spotted the car and license plate they told me he had. Finding legit niggas was so much easier than hunting down a nigga who did dirt. A legit nigga was predictable, whereas a dirty muthafucka wasn't. I parked my navy blue BMW, then got out to stand by his Mercedes. I nodded my head, as I checked out his nice car. I leaned on the car and replied to a couple texts, while waiting on him. He got off about ten minutes ago, so he should've been coming out soon.
"Excuse me?" I heard a voice say. I turned around to see this bitch nigga himself.
"Whitney?" I asked, although I already knew the answer.
"Yes?" he said as he hesitated to come closer to his car. Bitch ass.
"I'm Kendrick King," I said.
He paused and then nodded. "Nic is your wife," he smiled.
"That's right, and I understand you took her on a date?" I raised a brow.
"Yeah, I did. Wanted to show her a good time, outside of the Burger King dates you've been taking her on," he said as he placed his briefcase on his trunk. I laughed loud as hell, because that was actually funny.
"Now see, I was gone be cordial with yo’ bitch ass, but you tryna throw jabs and shit, so that's out the fucking window," I frowned as I stood up from leaning on his car.
"What do you want Tupac?" he frowned. I chuckled lightly, as I walked closer to him. His demeanor slightly changed, when he realized I was taller than him. He had to be about 5'11” and I'm 6'2”.
"This will be your only warning. Cease all contact with my wife. No texts, calls, emails, nothing nigga. If you do, when you crank up your car in the morning one of these days, its gone blow up," I said slightly towering over him. He chuckled as if I was joking, but I could see the slight fear in his eyes. "You still live at 803 North Tundra Avenue, right?" I smiled.
"I-I won't-"
"I don't want to hear what the fuck you got to say. Just do what I asked. And don't even think of tryna call the authorities with ya’ Oreo ass." I jumped at him and he flinched. I laughed and bumped his shoulder, as I walked to my car. Before I could get there, he hopped in his whip and sped out the parking structure.
I stopped at Starbucks and called Nic, to find out what she got me that one time, then headed home. I walked in drinking this caramel Frappuccino shit, which was bomb as fuck, and spotted Nic cooking dinner. I walked over and kissed her lips, as I grabbed her ass.
"Hey baby," she smiled and kissed me again. I sat at the island and watched her body, as she maneuvered around the kitchen. She had on grey sweat shorts, and a bikini top. Her long hair was hanging down, touching the middle of her sexy back.
"Where you been?" she asked.
"Handling stuff," I shrugged as I sipped my drink.
She walked over to me, grabbed my collar, and pulled me to kiss my lips. "You're so fucking cute," she smiled and I chuckled innocently. Little did she know, I was just out threatening her little friend.
Chapter Eleven: Deija Summers
Portia, Portia. I don't know who she thought she was fucking with, but I am not the one when it comes to Kendrew King. I've been by Kendrew's side from day one, waiting for him to become the man he is now. I'll be damned if I allow some hood rat to come through at this point, and shake the fucking table up.
I'd been following Kendrew for the last coup
le of weeks, unbeknownst to his ass, so I knew where that hoe lived. I watched her to see if I could catch her proving that this baby was not Drew's.
"I'm ready to approach this bitch," Christy said. I asked Nic and Christy to come along with me, because today, I wasn't gone sit and watch her; I was getting out to say something.
"There she is," Nic said, as we watched Portia take her trash out. As were about to get out the car, we saw a guy walk out of her condo, holding baby Brent.
"Who is this nigga?" Christy frowned.
"I have no idea," I replied, keeping my eyes locked on the two. He kissed Brent's cheeks, and tickled his little belly.
"That's probably the baby's real dad," Nic said.
"Oh shit! That probably is!" I smiled. I attempted to pull out my phone to take a picture, but couldn't find it. "Somebody get their camera out!" I yelled, as the dude walked to his car. By the time Nic handed her phone over, he was already inside his all black Honda Civic. "Shit!" I said.
"Well let's still get out and press her," Christy's confrontational self, suggested. I looked at Nic and she shrugged.
We hopped out the car and proceeded to knock on the door. I had no idea what I was gonna say to her, but I was here already. We knocked, and Portia opened the door and laughed.
"Can I help you Ms. Deija?" she asked.
"Yeah, where is that paternity test?!" Christy chimed in.
"Who the fuck are you?" Portia spat.
"Don't you fucking worry about it!" Christy yelled.
"Look, who was that guy holding Brent? Is that his daddy?" I asked getting to the point.
"Nooo, Drew is his daddy. I thought you understood that simpleton," she replied with a condescending tone.
"We know Brent ain't Kendrew's," Nic rolled her eyes.
"Aren't you Santana from Glee?" Portia laughed, pointing to Nic.
"Cut the bullshit Portia!" I yelled getting angry as fuck. “We got pictures of him holding Brent,” I lied, hoping she didn’t call my bluff.
She paused, staring at me like she wanted to charge me. "So, maybe that is Brent's real father. What the fuck you gone do about it little bitch? Kendrew thinks it's his baby, and I want it that way." She folded her arms, and rolled her neck to the left.
"Why? You so fucking thirsty!" I shook my head.
"Because I love Drew, and he has way more coins than Brent's actual father," she raised a brow, and rubbed her thumb against her fingertips to signify money.
"Woooowww," Nic and Christy said in unison.
"We will see how Drew feels about all this bitch," I said and turned to walk away, before I hit her ass.
"Bye thots!" she called after us, and Christy decked her between the eyes, making her stumble backwards.
"You stupid little hoe!" she yelled as blood gushed from her nose. The three of us ran to my car chuckling, and sped off.
"Christy, you crazy as fuck!" I laughed, and so did she and Nic.
I dropped Christy off at home, and then called Kendrew. He told me he was at KB's with Jules and Maurice, so I headed there with Nic in tow. We walked in, and it was jumping as usual. We spotted the boys and headed over as “King Kunta” by Kendrick Lamar played.
"Drew, I have something to tell you," I told him.
"What?" He asked.
"Let's go home, I can tell you there," I replied.
"Is it that bad?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's pretty bad,” I said.
"Aight," he said, as he got up to leave.
"Hi beautiful," I saw Maurice smiling at Nic.
"Hey Maurice," Nic replied dryly. I frowned, because he seemed way too interested in Nic.
"Alright see you guys later," I said as I pulled Nic, to follow Drew out the door. "What was that about?" I asked her.
"I think he has a schoolboy crush," she chuckled.
"Girl, Kendrick gone kill his ass if he finds out," I shook my head.
"If he finds out what?" Kendrew frowned.
"Nothing boo," I said and kissed his lips, catching him off guard.
"Oh, we on good terms now?" he smiled.
"Nope," I replied and Nic laughed.
***
"Drew, she told me the baby wasn't yours," I started.
"What?" he frowned as he sat on the couch.
"She told Nic, Christy, and I, that the baby was not yours, but you had more money than the actual father," I said, leaving out the fact that she loved him. I just couldn't let those words leave my lips.
"She was probably just fucking with you," he shook his head in denial. I sat down next to him, and turned his face to me.
"I saw the guy leaving her house, and he was holding Brent.” I said.
He snatched his face from me. "Until I get a test, I'm not assuming shit!" he yelled.
"Drew, I'm starting to think you want this baby to be yours!" I yelled. He flared his nostrils and clenched his jaw. "Wow. You want this hoe’s baby to be yours. You ain't shit Kendrew," I said and walked past him.
He grabbed my arm and bear hugged me. "I don't want the baby to be mine. I just don't want to believe that I allowed her to play me."
I hugged him tightly and kissed his face.
Chapter Eleven: Jessica Leon
I was walking out the corner store, when I spotted Adrienne napping in the alley. What the fuck? I pretty much assumed that she wasn't gonna ever be back to get Kennedy, so we bought a double seat stroller, a crib, and anything else she needed.
"Adrienne," I said as I shook her. Her blond brown mane was all over her head, and her face had a lot of dry spots. This once beautiful girl was hideous. She had on a dirty, thin, spaghetti-strapped top, jeans, and no shoes.
"Jessica?" she questioned, as she squinted her eyes and sat up.
"Yeah, it's me. What are you doing out here?" I asked.
"The funniest story. I was trying to get some, umm, food and the only way to get some was to sleep with this loser. I guess he left me here," she chuckled as she looked around for him.
"Adrienne, get up," I said as I helped her stand to her feet. "If you were hungry, why didn't you call Kendon?" I asked watching her slide into her flip flops.
"He hates me," she started to cry.
"No, he doesn't hate you," I said as I helped her to my car. "Are you still hungry?" I asked, and she nodded. "Okay, what would you like?" I asked as I buckled my seatbelt.
"Dope," she replied chuckling.
"Adrienne, you need rehab," I said shaking my head.
"No I don't need any fucking rehab!" she yelled, with spit flying everywhere.
"Okay, okay. Here is Burger King. Do you want that?" I asked.
"All the money Kendon gives you, and you offer me Burger King?" she scoffed and turned her lip up. I rolled my eyes and reminded myself that she was high as hell.
"How about Mamas on the Half Shell?" I offered, although I really didn't want to sit down with her. Kendon told me she loved that place second to Fogo’s.
"That's more like it," she smiled, and rested her head on the headrest.
We went to the restaurant, and this bitch ate like a damn vulture. The bill was eighty dollars, seventy dollars more than what I planned to spend on her. "Thank you Jessica," she replied as we pulled up to her condo.
"You're welcome," I smiled and hit the unlock button.
"And I'm sorry for what I did," she said standing in the passenger doorway.
"For sleeping with Kendon? We were broken up when it happened," I smiled.
"No. For running you off the road that night," she said and closed the door.
I sat there stunned, as she walked into her condo without a care in the world. I swallowed the lump in my throat and my stomach started to ache. "No," I said to myself. She really tried to kill me? I asked myself.
I sped home frantically, and barely put the car in park, before getting out. "Kendon!" I yelled as I slammed and locked the front door, as if she would burst through it. I was scared as hell, and I didn't know why. It wasn't like she was gonna dri
ve through the front door.
"Shhhhh, I just got the babies to sleep," Kendon smiled. I didn't realize I was crying, until his smile faded and he walked closer to me. "Baby what's wrong? Did someone hurt you?" he asked as I began to hyperventilate.
"Water. I need water!" I screamed. He sat me on the couch and ran to get me ice water.
"Please Jess, tell me why you crying?" he asked as he kneeled down and handed me the water.
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