by Natavia
“You don’t have it like that, nigga. Stop fronting,” Corey said. I opened the message up. It read:
“I’m telln u b4 someone else do. Lyle is here and the nigga was all up in my face. I told him to kick rocks. I’m not checkn for that clown!”
“Damn! That’s what I’m talking about,” O’Shea said, giving me dap.
“I saw Tejah out at the mall yesterday with that nigga! They was kissing and all that!” Rico said.
“What the fuck you just say, nigga?” I asked. They all looked at me then burst into laughter. Those niggas clowned too much. Lyle was about to be laying under a white sheet.
“Man, you pussy whipped. Just admit it. Shit, I am. I’m not even going to fake it. Y’all niggas stay playing these games. My wife got me gone,” Royal said.
“Lo-Lo got me pussy whipped. A tear slid down my eye when I was fucking her the other day. I was up in that pussy crying like Cuba Gooding Jr. in ‘Boyz in the Hood’ after Ricky got killed,” Sameer said.
“Shine, is that you?” a voice called out from behind me.
I turned around to see Unica. She was someone I was smashing for a few months. She modeled for Victoria’s Secret. I met her during her stay at the Dynasty hotel. A week after we met, I was fucking her in every hole imaginable. Unica was a stone-cold freak. She was also very childish and partied hard. I cut her off after I caught her sniffing coke.
She hugged me, smashing her breasts against my chest. She grabbed my face, kissing it when she saw the cameraman ready to take our photo.
“Damn, I missed you,” she said wiping her lipstick off my face.
“Are you high?” I asked before she started giggling.
“No, silly,” she said. Unica was from Africa. She had milk chocolate skin that was so radiant it looked like it sparkled. Her high cheekbones, narrow face, and big eyes gave her a unique look. Although she was skinny, she was curvy.
“Are you sure?” I asked her.
“Yes, Shine. I was stressed at that point in my life. I don’t get high anymore. You know I like to laugh and kid around,” she said.
“That was a nice picture, Shynaire,” Tejah said, walking up to me.
“Heyyyyyy, Tejah! How are you? Don’t you look good in that outfit. I have always been jealous of your curves,” Unica said to Tejah.
“How do you two know each other?” Tejah asked Unica, smiling.
“Shine and I used to date. I was just telling him how much I missed him. Isn’t he gorgeous?” she asked, rubbing my chest.
“Yes, he is very handsome,” Tejah said, sipping her drink.
“So, Shine can we link up later?” Unica asked me.
“I don’t think Tejah would like that,” I said, smirking.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you two were dating. I saw the picture in Malore Magazine but didn’t think anything of it. Your mother told me you were single. I’m soooo sorry, Tejah.” Unica walked away embarrassed.
Tejah pulled me on the dance floor.
“I don’t dance, Tejah,” I said.
“It’s a slow song. Just hold me around my hips then grind into me like we’re between the sheets,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. The Weekend’s “Earned it” started playing in the background. Tejah kissed my neck and I gripped her hips tighter.
The cameras flashed.
After the song was over Kenjay got up on stage.
“This fool is about to ruin everything now. What dummy gave his evil ass the mic?” Tejah fussed.
“I want to take this time out to congratulate my brother, O’Shea, and his beautiful wife, Britain. You have a beautiful family. We may not be brothers by blood but we are by heart. So, you know I love you if I’m doing this for your wife. You better cook me a big-ass dinner too for this, Britain,” Kenjay said and everyone laughed.
“This is from O’Shea to you Britain,” Kenjay said. Britain wiped her eyes.
The music played then this nigga started singing.
“MOTHERFUCKER! This nigga can sing?” Tejah asked.
“Yeah,” I laughed. Kenjay sang “Promise” by Jagged Edge.
“Sing it, baby!” one female yelled from the crowd.
“I want to have your baby!” another shouted.
“Bitch, I will kick your ass!” I heard Latavia scream.
“Damn! Kenjay’s voice is sexy. That nigga sounds like Tyrese. Latavia is lucky, I swear,” Tejah said, fanning herself.
After Kenjay was done they clapped and cheered. They asked him to sing another song. The females were going crazy! One of them almost pulled him off the stage. Security had to hold Latavia back.
“Naw, that’s it. My fiancé ain’t feeling it,” Kenjay said, getting off the stage.
“Latavia is really going to be jealous now! Poor Kenjay! Can you sing like that?” Tejah asked me.
“Naw, shorty! Kenjay and Aunt Sheri are the only ones out of the family that can sing,” I said.
“If you sing like that to me while we’re making love, I swear, I will have your baby,” Tejah said.
“So, I gotta sing for you to have my seed, huh? Yo, you foul for that shit,” I said laughing.
“Your mama would shit a horse if you knocked me up,” Tejah said.
“She is going to have to then. If we are still fucking around by this time next year be prepared to be walking around with a stomach. When I slide up in you naked I’m not pulling out!” I said. She blushed.
After everyone watched Britain and O’Shea dance to a couple of songs the party got really live. The music got hood and the females started dancing nastier. Tejah was right in the mist, showing off her twerking skills with the girls. Lyle got behind Tejah then grabbed her hips, grinding into her. Tejah pushed him as hard as she could. Lyle’s bitch ass fell into a table.
I sat back and watched while I composed myself. It was O’Shea and Britain’s moment. I didn’t want to ruin it. I drank the last bit of my liquor. My mother came to me with a smirk on her face.
“Just trifling! And you fell for that?” she asked me.
“Leave me alone right now, please!” I said, eyes trained on Tejah.
“Why are you infatuated with her? You should see yourself when you look at her,” she said.
“Do you want that mini mansion you live in? Do you want those expensive cars you drive? If you still want to live your fantasy life, I suggest you leave, now! Otherwise, I will have all of it gone by the end of the week. You’ll be sleeping on Catty’s couch by the time I’m done with you,” I spat.
“You are going to wish you never said that to me!” she said, walking off. I hope she got her head checked out. All of that radiation and surgery must’ve fried her brain cells.
I said goodbye to everyone then walked out. Tejah followed me.
“Are you trying to leave me here?” she asked.
“Would you have noticed if I did? Go ahead and get your party on, I’m about to go home to get some sleep. I have a long day tomorrow,” I said.
“You don’t want me to come with you?”
“Naw, I’m good. Take the limo. I’m going to catch a cab,” I said, walking off.
“Why are you mad at me?” she asked me.
“I’m not mad, Tejah, damn! Get out of my face right now. Between you and my mother, I’m about to lose my fucking mind! You and I are not even in a relationship and I already feel closed in!” I vented. She put her hands on her hips.
“Don’t you do that! Don’t you fucking do that!” she screamed, drawing attention.
“I’m not doing shit, Tejah! Take your ass back in there and finish showing off. You want to twerk your ass and all of that, so go ahead,” I spat.
“Fuck you, Shine! Fuck you!” she said, giving me the finger. A cab pulled up, I got inside, and Tejah stormed off. “What the fuck just happened?” I asked myself.
The next day I sat in the conference room. The hotel manager just went on and on about the club we were adding to the bar area on the first floor of the hotel. My ph
one vibrated and it was Tejah. I ignored it.
“Mr. Dynasty, what is your input on this?” Troy asked.
I cleared my throat then straightened my tie, sitting up. “I’m sorry, come again?”
“Your input on having a DJ,” he said.
“Excuse my brashness but don’t all clubs have a DJ? So, what exactly do you need my input on?” I asked, grilling him. He started to stutter as he tried to explain himself.
“Didn’t mean to offend your intelligence. I was just asking your input Mr. Dynasty,” he said.
“We can talk about this later. This meeting is over,” I said, standing up. My phone rang again and it was Tejah. She had been calling me all night and morning. I walked out of the conference room, got on the elevator to go down to the garage.
I walked towards my Lincoln as heels clicked behind me. I listened to the pattern and knew who it was without seeing her face.
“What do you want, Tejah?” I asked, never turning around.
“Why are you ignoring me?” she asked.
“I’m not ignoring you. I just don’t feel like fucking with you at the moment!” She grabbed my arm.
“Talk to me, Shine, I don’t like rejection. I don’t like when I show someone all of me and they shut me off. I need an explanation! I deserve one for that matter. I let you know EVERYTHING about me in a short period of time. There are people around me who are still trying to figure me out. So, you can boss up on me all the fuck you want, but I will not be ignored,” she said, fitting herself in the tight space between me and my car. Her breast were pressed against my chest. She looked at me with confusion in her eyes.
“I’m not used to being jealous. Damn it, I’m not use to any of this shit. I don’t want you wearing certain shit and I don’t want you dancing on other niggas. That shit makes my fucking blood boil. I felt like snatching you up when you was shaking your ass last night,” I spat.
She smiled before sliding her hand up my chest then she kissed my chin.
“You are so sexy when you’re jealous,” she said, as she slid my hand between her legs underneath her skirt.
“This pussy is yours, baby,” she moaned. A groan escaped my mouth as my heart raced. My dick was straining to be released. Tejah was poison and it could’ve been in a good way or bad way. The moment I first saw her I knew there was something about her. I tried to stay away from her but every time she came around, she flirted with me, always letting me know she wanted me.
“I want you so bad, Shynaire,” she moaned, as my finger entered her. She unbuckled my pants then reached in, grabbing my dick. She massaged the tip of my head, making it sensitive. I was under a spell. I didn’t know what it was but I was addicted to her like she was to me.
She lifted her leg up, wrapping it around me. She hiked her skirt up around her waist, and the scent from her wet sex permeated the air. I inhaled deeply, my dick straining to be inside of her. I held her up against my car as she stuffed me inside of her. A whimper slipped from her pretty purple-glossed lips. I sucked on her neck as her walls pulled me in.
“SHIT!” I groaned. Tejah might not be able to fuck me back how I wanted her to, but her pussy was good. It was too good! I moved in and out of her, as she ripped open my button-up shirt, exposing my chest. She kissed and licked my chest as my fingers dug deeper into her ass cheeks. I didn’t care if she cried or not! I stuffed more of me inside of her. I covered her mouth with my hand, so she wouldn’t scream. The way I was fucking her someone would’ve called the cops on me if they’d seen us. On the outside looking in it looked like I was raping her. I kept my hand over her mouth as I thrust harder inside of her. Her juices poured out, as tears welled up in her eyes.
Her pussy squeezed me tighter then I groaned. I bit my bottom lip as my dick throbbed. I was about to explode! She had me hypnotized to the point I didn’t care that I was fucking her naked. I wasn’t worried about the consequences. Her sweet sugar walls raining on my dick was all that mattered at the moment.
“Tejah, I’m about to bust and I can’t pull out!” I said as I sped up until seeds squirted into her. Wasn’t that some shit? Talisha got pregnant from the condom breaking and I hadn’t been in pussy raw since I was a little nigga. I had only been dealing with Tejah for about three months and was already going up in her raw.
I slid out of her, dick wet. I was glad to be going home because there was shit all over my pants. Tejah slid her skirt down. Her shirt was ripped and her hair was a mess. I didn’t realize I was doing all of that to her.
“Damn it, Shine, I look a mess!” she fussed, looking at her reflection in my window.
“You need to stop starting shit then! I keep telling you about that,” I spat. She rolled her eyes then tried to fix her shirt.
“I cannot believe we fucked in the garage against the car,” she said.
“You are hot in your ass. But real shit since you know a nigga be getting jealous, you need to take your ass home and take that little-ass skirt off. Why are you walking around with no panties on?” I asked then she smiled.
“I was planning on coming up to give your grumpy ass some pussy. I took my panties off in the car,” she said.
“What do you have planned for this evening?” I asked, tucking myself back inside my pants.
“Trying to find a building and some people to hire to help make my designs,” she said.
“Don’t worry about the building, I told you I got that. But today don’t even worry about nothing. Let me make it up to you for how I acted towards you. I want you to get all dolled up, so I can take you out,” I said, licking my lips.
“Stop it! You are about to make me faint,” she said pouting.
I held my arms out. “Go ahead, shorty, I’ll catch you,” I said laughing. I picked her up then put her on the hood of my car. Tejah was bringing another side of me out. She had me feeling like a horny-ass teenager. She was so full of life when all my life consisted of were meetings here and there over the past few years. Building another hotel here and there, I forgot how to live. In some sick way when I was fucking around with Carla I was able to come back to reality for a moment until she was killed.
“Shine and Tejah sitting in the tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g! First comes love then comes marriage! Around this time next year I’m going to be pushing a baby carriage!” she sang.
“Yooooooo, you childish!” I said laughing.
She batted her eyes. “You need to loosen up. You walk around in your expensive suit, with your diamond Rolex, smelling all good with a scowl on your face. There’s more to life than just running a business. Sometimes the boss deserves to come out and play,” she said.
“I feel you on that,” I said, nodding my head.
“But real shit, Tejah, you need to stop doing those Kegel exercises! You keep crying and shit, and I want you to enjoy it. You be having a nigga feeling like he is raping you. It’s bad enough I already got some years on you,” I said.
“Shut your ass up, nigga, you only got me by seven years. Miss Tejah is grown, honey!” she said.
“Well, Miss Grown Tejah needs to know how to take daddy’s dick. As much as I enjoy the tightness, it’s too damn tight. I’m not slacking down there. You are going to fuck around and have me tear something,” I said seriously.
“I been stopped doing those. I can’t help that I’m tight,” she said. I laughed.
“When you go home, pack a bag. We are tuning the world out for a few days. No phones allowed, internet, nothing—just the two of us by the lake,” I said, tracing my finger down her beautiful face.
She clapped her hands. “Where are we going?”
“Up to the mountains in Poconos. My pops left me a nice cabin by the lake. I’ve only been there a few times for upkeep but I’ve never stayed,” I said.
“That’s so romantic.” She playfully batted her long eyelashes. I smirked.
I let Tejah up off the car. She kissed my lips then switched to her own whip. Her walk was lethal. Her ass bounced seductively to a quiet rhythm
, curvaceous hips swaying from side to side similar to belly dancing. Yeah, she definitely wasn’t going to wear that short-ass skirt anymore.
I walked through the door to my home then headed straight up the stairs. I took a shower and got dressed. I put on a white t-shirt and a pair of Burberry jean shorts. I wore my white, blue and black Nike foamposites and my blue Yankee snap-back. I packed a few things then went down to the basement to get Sheba.
I pulled my Audi out of the garage then headed to Tejah’s place. Thirty minutes later she strutted out with her luggage wearing a maxi dress that hugged everything. I got out to grab her bags, putting them in the trunk.
“Seriously, shorty?” I asked. She plugged her phone into the aux. I had a three-hour drive and Tejah was listening to some bullshit.
“I love Taylor Swift. She is country-ghetto,” she said, singing out loud. Sheba started making squeaky noises.
“Sheba and I don’t like this type of shit,” I laughed. She changed to some Drake.