Turned Out by His Hood Mentality 3

by Diamond D Johnson

  Mia must have seen what I was looking at because she snatched the phone out of my hands and tossed it onto her lap.

  “To be honest with you, Twink, you shouldn’t even care. If you love Truth like you say you do, and if you’re happy like everyone thinks you are, then you shouldn’t give a fuck what your ex has going on. Remember that the way you get them is the way you lose them, so if he’s over there playing house with her, then it’s only a matter of time before her chance at hurt comes. Not to persuade you or anything, but you are engaged to one of the hottest niggas out right now in the NBA. Girl, you have a nigga who shows you off in front of the whole fuckin’ world, making it clear that he’s not afraid to show his love to you in public.

  “You and Monterius didn’t just break up because he had a baby on you. From the stuff that you told me about your relationship with him, y’all broke up because your heart was finally tired, and you finally had the strength to walk away. Sis, I know you believe in God. He brought Truth back to you for a reason. Fuck Monterius,” she said and tossed me back my phone.

  I nodded my head because she was right. Still, it didn’t make the shit any easier to take this all in.

  I felt warm fluids seeping out of me, and to be honest, I thought I was pissing on myself. I was still early in my pregnancy, so I felt like I was pissing every second of the day. The second I knew that pee was not coming out of me is when I felt warm, soft lips wrap around my clit. I let out a loud moan because I now knew what was going on.

  It was my 27th birthday, and I was waking up to the most handsome man on this earth, and he was under the covers, feasting on my pussy like I was breakfast. As mad as I was with Billionaire, and as annoyed as I was with him, I couldn’t even front and act like what he was doing didn’t feel good because it did. I pulled the covers off us, my hands went into his hair, and I massaged his waves as I slowly grinded my pussy into his face. He was licking me up, but he kept his eyes on me the entire time.

  “Hmmmmm,” I moaned, unable to hold back.

  He sucked up so many of my juices and then spat them back onto my pussy, then he tugged on my clit with just his lips. I was going crazy on the bed, trying to keep up with the tongue tricks he was giving me this morning. It’s like he had been holding onto all these tricks, especially for this moment.

  “Happy birthday, baby,” he groaned into my pussy.

  My juices were on the corners of his mouth as he feasted on me, and I could even see some dripping down his beard.

  “Thank you, babyyyyy… shittttttt… I’m cummminggggg,” I screeched, unable to hold onto my orgasm anymore.

  Less than a second later, I released my first orgasm into his mouth. Once I finished, he pulled me up by my arms, and I threw my body on top of his as I hungrily kissed him. Billionaire was down on his back, and the only thing he had on was a pair of boxers. I could smell his Dove men’s body wash, which only meant that he had to have taken his shower while I was sleeping.

  As we kissed like we hadn’t kissed in years, his hands softly massaged each of my butt cheeks. Billionaire then started trailing kisses toward my neck, sucking on my skin, and purposely trying to mark me up. With a pussy still dripping, I sat down on his chest, and he began to suck on my nipples. I didn’t know if it was because we didn’t have sex all day yesterday that I was so horny, but my body was going crazy. With my head thrown back, I moaned at the feel of getting my nipples serviced.

  “Sit on my dick, ma,” Billionaire groaned.

  I could feel his dick behind me, and it felt like it was about to burst through his boxers. My hands reached back, and I massaged it a little bit. He looked so handsome this morning. Last night, he had his barber come over and cut his hair, so his grooming was very much up to par.

  “You going to make me ride dick on my big day?” I asked him once he had left my breast alone.

  “Why not? Come on, bae. My shit is fuckin’ crying,” he groaned.

  “Apologize to me first. You embarrassed me yesterday on the phone, so apologize,” I said with my arms folded across my chest, ready for him to apologize.

  He sucked his teeth, just like I knew he would. I was ready to get it on and popping in there too, but not until he apologized first. I didn’t even remember how I got back in the bed with Billionaire. Last night, after he rudely hung up the phone while I was talking to Twinkle, I ended up taking my shower, then going down to the den and watching a couple of movies by myself. I fell asleep down there. Luckily, Khari had spent the night at Billionaire’s mother’s house, so she wasn’t there to witness the nasty argument that me and her father had.

  Billionaire and I didn’t start going at each other’s throats like that until after we got married. I told him last night that I didn’t like the way he was handling me. He liked to blame my feelings on my pregnancy, but his ass was stressing me the hell out.

  “I’ll apologize right after you,” he said, holding both of my small wrists in one of his hands as he felt around behind me to get his dick out. Like always, he got what he wanted as he lifted me by my waist and lowered me onto his dick. I couldn’t even fight with him if I wanted to because the feeling that came to the pit of my stomach… the feeling that came to my pussy once his dick was stuffed into me had me forgetting why I was even mad at him in the first place.

  My nails went for his chest, and they raked his skin as I moved my body up and down. My little belly was now showing, so I couldn’t look down and watch his dick glide in and out of me. I lost control on top of my husband as I felt all types of goosebumps form on my body. He knew he had me because he had that sly smirk on his face that I wanted to knock right off.

  “That dick good, ain’t it?” he asked.

  His hands were on my hips as he guided my movements. I could hardly watch him because my eyes kept involuntarily rolling. The more I bounced on him, the more my juices spilled out of me, letting him know that he had me, and I was like putty in his hands. I never answered his question; I just kept nonstop moaning and stupidly telling him how much I loved him and his dick.

  “Billionnnnnn… Billllionnnnn… babyyyyy,” I cried, knowing that another orgasm was on the way.

  “I’m right here, ma. Cum. Cum for daddy,” he coached me.

  This time, I exploded, and so did he. I crashed my body on top of his as I fought to catch my breath. His hands played around in my hair as I panted loudly into his chest.

  “You called me Billion for the first-time, ma,” he said.

  I got my breathing back in order, kissed him on his chest, and then I sat up in bed.

  “What do you have planned for little ole me today? I hope the sex wasn’t my birthday present, although it was a good gift,” I said with a smile on my face.

  “I got some shit planned. Go hop in the shower and meet me downstairs. You ain’t gotta get dressed yet. Just put on your robe,” he told me.

  I quickly got up from his lap and made my way into the bathroom. Before my shower, I used the bathroom. Once I finished, I washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and did my daily skin routine. My shower lasted a good fifteen to twenty minutes because my prayer, thanking God for allowing me to see another year, took up a lot of my time. It was so crazy how your life could change so much in only one year.

  Last year, my birthday fell on a Friday, and I remember verbatim what I’d done that day. I remember leaving the office a little later than usual and being just too tired to go out and do anything. Twinkle had been begging me to go out with her that night to celebrate my birthday, but I didn’t want to do anything. I came home, ordered some Chinese takeout, and ate a piece of the cake that some of the nurses had gotten for me at the office.

  Look at me now. I have a whole husband, a baby growing inside of me, and I can’t forget that my father and I have a relationship now that’s nonexistent. So, yeah, life has definitely done a big change in a year, but I felt like my life had changed for the better for the most part. After showering and washing my hair, I stepped out, dried my body off, and
applied some lotion. Finally, I slipped on the silk robe that Billionaire told me to put on.

  Before I could make my way down the stairs, I called my mother, Naomi, and Twinkle back because all three of them had called to wish me a happy birthday. As I was wrapping up my phone call with Twinkle, I smelled breakfast cooking downstairs, and I laughed because I knew my husband wasn’t down there trying to cook me anything. Billionaire could do everything else in the world right besides cook a meal, but if he was cooking me something, I would still give him his credit because it was the thought that counts.

  I made it into the kitchen, and Billionaire was sitting at the counter, talking to a chef. It was actually the chef who was throwing down. My stomach rumbled as I looked around and saw some of my favorite breakfast foods spread across the counter. There was French toast, which I loved, scrambled cheesy eggs, along with ham and peppers in the eggs, which resembled the omelets I liked. There were also grits, sausage, and all my favorite fruits.

  The chef looked to have been in his thirties, and he was dressed in chef attire. He was a black guy, and from the way he and Billionaire were talking when I came down, I assumed that was one of his friends who I probably just hadn’t met. It just hit me right then that for all this food to have been prepared already, he had to have been there for a while. He probably heard me when Billionaire and I were upstairs, tussling around in bed.

  “I’ll never let another nigga cook for my wife, but I know that this the only person who can cook all your favorite breakfast foods in a way that I can’t. This house would have been on fire if I fucked around and tried to throw down in here. This is CJ. Me and him went to school together. CJ, this is my wife, Normani,” Billionaire introduced us.

  “Hey,” I softly said to his friend.

  Billionaire knew so many people. I swear, every time we went somewhere, he introduced me to a homeboy he went way back with. Not only that, but he had a friend for everything. All his friends were hood as hell, but they were all so talented. Even right now, this food smelled phenomenal, and I couldn’t wait to dig in.

  “What’s good? Happy birthday,” CJ said.

  I thanked him and then walked over to my husband. Billionaire had changed, and he was now in a pair of black sweats that he was sagging in, so I could see the band of his polo briefs. He wore a black wife beater, which showed off his big muscles, and he was eyeing me down with so much lust in his eyes, that you would think he hadn’t just finished doing me upstairs in his bedroom. I tried to sit on the stool next to him, but he stopped me and pulled me into his lap. With both of my hands wrapped around his neck as I sat sideways on his lap, I kissed his lips.

  “Thank you for this, baby,” I said to him.

  Like always, he waved it off, like what he had just done wasn’t a big deal. After that, I looked from him to his chef friend and let out a nervous laugh.

  “You think he heard me?” I whispered.

  Billionaire smiled, flashing his dimples.

  “He already told me that he had to put on his air pods to tune you out,” Billionaire said, followed by a laugh.

  I playfully pushed his shoulders and went back to eyeing the delicious food that wasn’t too far from us. Almost five minutes later, the breakfast food was placed on the island, and my mouth watered as each dish was lowered onto the table. It was close enough for us to reach, so Billionaire fixed both of our plates. While Billionaire fixed our plates, his friend CJ stepped outside, I assumed to give us a little privacy.

  While Billionaire and I were eating, we laughed with each other. He had me smiling so much that my cheeks hurt, and we were even feeding each other.

  “This is what I miss. This is the Billionaire and Normani that I love. I haven’t been too fond of what we’ve become over the past few days. I miss the days when I could be around you and just be helplessly in love with you,” I told my husband after we finished eating.

  I was still sitting on his lap, and his hands were wrapped around me, holding onto me by the front of my stomach. Billionaire released a sigh, and then he untied my robe from the front, and his cold hands went under it. Because the only thing I had on was my underwear, he slipped his hands inside and massaged my stomach. I threw my head back against his chest as I listened to what he was about to say next.

  “I think you got it set in your mind that I’m your enemy when I’m not. The shit that you’re going through with your dad, you probably feel like you gotta have your guard up when it comes to people, but I’m your husband, ma, you ain’t gotta have no defenses up when it comes to me. Everything I do, every fucking move that I make is for the betterment of you and my kids. I got this thing about me, where I always feel like I gotta protect the ones t I love.

  You are a nigga’s fuckin’ soft spot. You mean too much to me, so at times, Ima protect you a little bit more than I would anyone else. Normani, you got my fuckin’ heart right in the palm of yo’ hands, so I’m delicate as fuck when it comes to you. I’m so overprotective of you that I don’t even like you driving in the rain, and you know that shit. I know you hate when I say this, but you’re sensitive as fuck, ma. You’ve been like that since I met you, but the shit done multiplied times ten since the pregnancy, so in order to keep your emotions intact, I be trying to keep the drama and any shit that’s going to bring you pain to a minimum.

  “Now that I sit back and evaluate the shit, I see where a nigga was wrong. When it comes to you, I want to be all up in your fuckin’ business, so it’s only right that I let you know what’s going on at all times with me too. The night that nigga pulled a gun on me, I just knew that if I told you that shit, you would react in a bad way. Thinking I’m doing the right thing by not telling you because I don’t want my pregnant wife stressing backfired on me, and for that, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not telling you that I went to the church and paid your ole boy a visit. Although, in my defense, I was going to tell you anyway. I just needed to get some pussy first,” he said.

  His hands traveled upward, and he started to massage my nipples. I smiled at his choice of words because it meant a lot to hear my husband apologize. That was like pulling teeth with him.

  “Also, for embarrassing me yesterday on the phone,” I added. He groaned at that while he finished toying with my nipples.

  “Nah, because you started that shit. Your turn. You gotta apologize to big daddy too. You hurt my feelings too, ma,” he said and put a fake frown on his handsome face.

  I laughed, not thinking he was serious.

  “What do I have to apologize for? I didn’t even do anything. You’re the one who was keeping secrets from me,” I said before leaning in to kiss him some more. He had this lustful look in his eyes like he was ready for part two of what we had just done upstairs in the room.

  “Just like a woman to not see the shit they did. I guess you forgot that you ain’t been fuckin’ with me in almost a week. You slept your ass on the couch last night, and I had to come down here and get you at three in the morning. Let me have done some shit like that, and I would have been the dirtiest nigga in the world,” he said.

  I rolled my eyes as I listened to him talk. He was steadily trying to remove my robe, but I was knocking his hands out the way because I didn’t want his friend to walk in on us.

  “I’m sorry for ignoring you and for everything else. I just be wanting a break from you sometimes because you be pushing me there, Billionaire. I swear I never used to curse before I met you. You got me cursing, and I know for a fact that if I wasn’t pregnant, I would have been walking around here drinking and more than likely smoking with you,” I told him, and then I stood up and tied my robe back.

  Billionaire eyed me and then pulled me back into his embrace.

  “Reach into my pocket and get one of your gifts,” he said.

  I did a little happy dance as I smiled big, and then I dug my hands into his right pocket. It was a set of keys, and the word, Tesla, was written on it. All I could think about was how a couple months ago, I told him I would t
rade my Mercedes coupe in and get this Tesla because I had been eyeing that car for almost a year.

  “Oh, my God! Baby, you got me a Tesla?” I screamed while pulling his arm, so he could stand up with me.

  “Go outside and look,” he nonchalantly said. I stepped into my house shoes that had slipped off when I was sitting down on his lap and ran outside, eager to see if there was a new car in the driveway waiting for me. Once I got the door unlocked, I raced out to the driveway, and there it was, a beautiful red, 2020 Tesla Model X with a huge, beautiful, hot pink bow on the front of it. The ribbons read, Happy Birthday, Beautiful.

  “Thank you, baby. Hmmmm, I love you,” I cooed, kissing him all over his face, and then I went to check the car out.

  The inside was a perfect beige color, and all I could do was think to myself that this was exactly the one I wanted. I never told Billionaire the model, the color, or anything that I wanted about this car, but it was crazy how he still delivered. I swear this man had access to read the thoughts taking place inside my head. Inside the car were so many shopping bags from a few of my favorite stores, like Nordstrom, Saks Fifth Avenue, Hermes, and a few other stores. Gift bags filled the entire back seats, and it was hard to fully see the interior, but I wasn’t complaining.

  “Make you want to give a nigga some more babies, huh?” Billionaire asked as he stood outside the car and watched me with his arms folded.

  “Baby, I’ll give you all the babies in the world. You’re so perfect,” I said before grabbing his face with both hands and kissing him.

  “Ima hold you to that,” he said, and I knew he would.

  This man didn’t forget a damn thing.