Good Girls Love Thugs 5: Nic & Kendrick

by Shvonne Latrice

  "Don't be so negative," she replied and kissed my cheek. We hugged each other tightly, as she kissed my neck here and there. "Don't worry," she said in a low tone, while rubbing the back of my head.

  Chapter Four: Nic

  I could barely sleep last night, because I kept thinking about those charges that Kendrick had filed against him. I knew he hadn't raped anyone, but I wasn’t quite sure that he hadn't had sex with anyone. I wanted to believe him, but it was hard to. He'd promised that he wouldn't cheat times before, and we all know how that worked out. I was really trying to trust him 100%, but I just couldn't. I trusted him maybe 60%, and that wasn't enough to keep a marriage together. It was nobody's fault but his though.

  After dropping my sons off with my mother, I headed down to the salon. We had a shipment coming in today, and I wanted to oversee it. I walked inside, and the place was busy and packed as usual. All you heard were blow dryers, gum popping, chatting, and laughing. I smiled and waved to a couple stylists and clients, then headed back towards my office.

  As I was walking down the hallway, a girl with red blow dried hair was walking past me, coming from the bathroom.

  "Good morning Nic," she smiled.

  "Oh, good morning," I replied a little caught off guard, since I didn't know her.

  "You know, I heard about Kendrick," she said to my back. I turned around to face her.

  "Oh yeah, we're not too worried about it," I half smiled.

  "Yeah you shouldn't be because the girl is lying for sure." She shook her head.

  "How do you know?" I quizzed and cocked my head to the side.

  "Oh, because I worked that party," she grinned.

  "I see," I replied.

  "Yeah, and it looked pretty consensual to me," she added.

  "Consensual? How so?" I raised a brow as my stomach started to knot.

  "Well, when Kendrick got up to head to the bedroom, she followed after a couple minutes later. Then after about half an hour, he came out and left. She came out soon after and was fixing her clothes, smiling," she explained like it was nothing. She explained it as if she wasn't telling me my husband had just cheated on me. I bucked my eyes and blinked repeatedly to keep the tears from welling up as I listened.

  "Oh, well thank you-"

  "Markisha," she smiled.

  "Thank you Markisha," I said and rushed back to my office.

  I closed the door, and then sat behind my desk. I grabbed two handfuls of my hair, as I closed my eyes to calm down. I felt the waterworks coming up, and pulled tighter on my hair to hopefully stop the tears. The sound of my door opening caught my attention, and I looked up to see Christy.

  "What are you doing here?" I asked, trying my best to hide my sadness.

  "What's wrong boo?" Christy quizzed, obviously reading my facial expression.

  "I-umm-" I couldn't even finish before I burst into tears.

  "What's wrong Nic?" Christy rushed around my desk, and kneeled in front of me.

  "He did it again," I sobbed hysterically.

  "Who's he? And what did he do?" she asked.

  "Kendrick," I sniffled.

  "What did he- oh. Nic, I'm so sorry babe," she replied and shook her head.

  "What am I doing wrong Christy?" I cried.

  "It's not you Nic, it's him," she wiped my tears.

  "And I still love him. Why do I still love him? I'm so stupid!" I hollered.

  "Because he's your husband, that's why. You're not stupid babe," she squeezed my hands.

  "I would never do this to him, and I don't get why he does it to me. When he tells me he loves me, he seems so sincere. I don't get it," I cried.

  "I don't know Nic, are you sure? I just can't see him doing this again," she frowned in confusion.

  "Yeah, one of the girls at the party told me. I can't do this with him anymore." I jerked in Christy's embrace, as she hugged me and rubbed my back.

  "What did he say?" she inquired.

  "I haven't talked to him yet," I said, as I reached for a tissue. "I just wish he would act right. My heart is literally in pain right now." I sobbed like a newborn baby. My vision was blurry because of all the tears.

  "I know. Just see what he has to say, okay?" she looked into my eyes.

  "I don't know. I don't want him charming his way in between my legs," I chuckled lightly and so did she. "He knows all the right stuff to say. He’s always been like that," I whispered and sniffled.

  "Sit far away when you ask him," she joked, and I half smiled. "You can go, and I will oversee the shipment," she said helping me up. I grabbed my purse, and left out the back way because my face was a mess.

  What did I do to deserve a husband like this? I was good to him, and yet he just couldn't be faithful to me. I cooked, cleaned, fucked him whenever and wherever he wanted to do it - which was everywhere and all the damn time, so I didn't understand. What else did he need? Was it that I didn't have the ass and breasts of the strippers? I wasn't flat by any means, but I wasn't like them. Then again, he always told me I was perfect in that department. I was so confused. Maybe Jessica was right all along, maybe I just couldn't keep up with a guy like him no matter what.

  I finally made it home, and I didn't expect him to be there, but he was. I wanted to have my face cleaned by the time I saw him, but it was too late. I walked back to his office and saw him writing. I slipped in without knocking, and sat across from his desk.

  "Hey ma-" his smile faded, and he got up to walk over to me.

  "Stay over there," I said with my hand out.

  "Why? I can't touch you?" he frowned.

  "Not right now, no," I sniffled.

  "Okay?" he replied confused, then sat back behind his desk. He stared at me with his beautiful face. His green eyes pierced through me, and his dimples appeared when he pursed his lips in anticipation.

  "What happened at the party?" I asked as my voice trembled.

  "Nic, I told you what happened. She tried to dance for me and I said no. After that, I went to the room for lighters, and while I was looking, she came in the room. She tried to seduce me but I wasn't having it. As I tried to leave, she blocked the door. She grabbed my shirt and started pulling on it, as we tossed and turned all over the room. I finally pushed her off and left the party," he shrugged.

  He looked just like KJ when he was trying to explain why he had done something bad. I looked away from him, as tears came down my face. He got up, and so did I, so that I could keep him off of me.

  "Stop," I said as he came closer.

  "My wife is crying, and you expect me to just sit and watch? No!" he barked, and roughly moved my hands out of his way. He brought me close to him, and I burst into tears at the scent of his cologne.

  "Nic, what is wrong?" he asked and his face was so confused.

  "Did you cheat again?" I sobbed.

  "No baby girl, I told you I wouldn't do that again," he kissed my cheek.

  "You swear?"

  "I swear," he said, as he backed me to his desk. He sat me on it, and reached under my dress.

  "No Kendrick, I'm not in the mood," I sniffled.

  "I'll get you in the mood," he replied, and yanked my panties down. He dropped his head between my hips, and sucked on my clit ever so gently.

  "Mmmm," I moaned.

  He licked slowly, using his whole tongue, and my body shivered. He caressed my thighs as he sucked and licked all over my pussy. I ran my fingers over his hair, as he spread my legs some more.

  "Ahhh, ahhhh," I cooed, as I came hard as hell.

  He didn't let up, and kept attacking my pussy like he hadn't eaten in days. I hated this nigga, because he could always do this to me. He pushed one of my legs up, and went even harder in the paint. His mouth was latched onto my pussy as if they were one, as he sucked the life out of me.

  "Uhhhh," I purred as I released again.

  He held both of my legs apart, and licked slowly and softly as I recovered from my orgasm.

  "I love you Kendrick," I whispered as he st
ood up to release his dick and penetrate me.

  Chapter Four: Kendrick

  I didn't know what was going on with Nic, but it was scaring me. I didn't like that she thought I'd actually slept with that hoe. The one time I was innocent, she didn't believe a word I said. I needed this shit to go away, because her leaving me would really tear a nigga up. Despite what I've done in the past, I loved Nic with all my heart. I knew me fucking around really hurt her, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. In the past, I didn't understand that because I didn't see the connection. I always wondered what me fucking another bitch had to do with my love for her. It's not like I'm taking them on dates, giving them money, or buying them shit. But now, I see that it's directly connected and I don't want my wife feeling like I don't love her, or that she isn't good enough; especially because she's perfect. I was blessed to be able to have a woman like her, who put up with the piles of bullshit I brought her way, and continued to love me unconditionally. I couldn't lose that. I wouldn't lose that.

  Tonight we were out to dinner, because I wanted to spend some time with her. She wasn't saying anything, and it was driving me crazy. She just stared at her food, and barely ate it. She pushed her long, dark hair behind her ears, as she stabbed the fork into the mashed potatoes.

  "Nic, talk to me," I finally spoke up.

  "What do you want to talk about?" she asked, as she dropped her fork in the plate.

  "I don't know; I just want to talk to you, that's why I brought you out babe," I exhaled. "We talk all the time, you're my best friend," I smiled.

  "I don't have anything to say," she replied dryly and wiped her glazed eyes.

  I got out of my seat and sat next to her. I leaned her head back, so that I could look into her eyes. I saw so much sadness, and it broke my heart to see her like this.

  "Why don't you have anything to say?" I asked as I stroked her cheek.

  "I want to go home," she started to cry into my neck. I grabbed her close, and then rubbed her back gently.

  When I saw the waitress walk by, I waved her down so we could get the bill. I paid it, and then carried Nic out of the restaurant bridal style. What the hell was wrong with her? She was acting as if her life was over. I put her in the passenger seat, and when I got in on my side, she was crying hysterically.

  "Nic, please." I had no idea what to do.

  "Were you in the room for thirty minutes?" she turned her wet face to me.

  "No! I was in there for maybe five or six. Nic, nothing happened. You don't trust me?" I asked holding her face.

  "You hurt me Kendrick, you don't understand," she sobbed.

  "Make me understand, babe. I want to understand so I can make you feel better. I haven't cheated on you and I don't want anybody else but you," I said in a low tone, as I pecked her wet lips.

  She cupped my face, and we began to kiss like we hadn't seen each other in years. Our eyes were closed as we made love with our mouths. I loved this woman more than anything in the world. I wished I could take back what I did in the past, because it was obviously spilling into the future.

  We drove home, and I held her hand the whole way. She stared out the window, and I could tell she was thinking hard. This shit was not good right now.

  When we got home, she tried to go to bed but I stopped her. I wanted to spend time with her, because my gut was telling me that this might be one of the last times I would be able to. I turned on a movie, got some snacks from the kitchen, and then took them into the den. I chose to play Juwanna Mann, because we both loved that movie and it was a comedy, so it would lighten the mood.

  When I saw her laugh, I was mesmerized. I stared at the side of her face for a bit, because I hadn't seen her smile in weeks.

  "What?" she asked when she saw me looking.

  "You're so beautiful," I whispered.

  "Yeah?" she raised a brow and straddled my lap.

  "Yeah," I replied.

  She removed her t-shirt, and I admired her perky, round breasts.

  "Stand up and take off your panties," I ordered.

  She climbed off my lap, and removed her underwear. She stood before me butt naked, and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Everything on her body was just the way I liked it. I was a fool in the past to go out fishing, when my biggest catch was right here.

  "Come here," I waved her over.

  She walked to me slowly, and I ran my hand down her torso.

  "You're perfect," I said.

  "I'm no-"

  "No, you are. And that's why I need you to know that I would never cheat on you at this point in our relationship. In the past, I was immature and reckless. I'm not that same guy, Nic," I panted, as I kissed her stomach and the front of her pussy.

  I looked up, and her eyes were closed with a single tear running down her cheek.

  "I don't want to lose you," I whispered as my heartbeat sped up.

  I brought her hand to my heart, so that she could feel how fast it was going. She had me on some Notebook shit right now. I stood up, stepped out of my boxers, and then towered over her for a kiss.

  "You won't ever lose me Kendrick," she replied in a low tone, and that was like music to my ears.

  Chapter Five: Nic

  Kendrick Dreaux King - my drug of choice. I'd never been so confused in my life. It would be easy for me to just go with what he was telling me so that I could be happy, but my pride wouldn't allow me to. My pride wouldn't allow me to be that same lovesick teenager that I once was. It wasn't fair that I'd been the perfect little wife, while he ran around and got his fix with the many hoes of Baltimore. Yeah, it was only twice in the six years that we'd been together, but that may just be what I know. See, I was paranoid. Now my mind was telling me that he’d cheated on me constantly, when in all actuality, it was only two times.

  I was at the shop getting my hair done, and for some reason this atmosphere made my stomach hurt. I think it was because this was where I found out that Kendrick may have had consensual sex with that stupid stripper bitch.

  I bounced my leg nervously, as I waited for the stylist to finish pressing my hair. I'd already gotten my nails and feet done, so I was trying to get out.

  "Hello Nic," that chick Markisha smiled. What the fuck was she doing here? Didn't she just get fixed up recently? I thought.

  "Hey," I replied dryly.

  "So how is everything?" she smirked.

  "Everything as in?" I furrowed my brows.

  "The whole Kendrick thing," she said, as she shifted her weight from one hip to the other.

  "Do you have a man, Markisha?" I asked politely as I sipped my water.

  "Yes," she responded with a confused expression.

  "Good, don't lose him worrying about my nigga." I fake smiled and a couple people in the shop had their mouths in an O shape.

  "My bad, I was just trying to be nice," she scoffed and threw her hands up in mock surrender.

  I ignored her and scrolled on my phone to check my messages.

  An hour later, my hair was done so I went home. I took the long way, because I wanted some time to think without Kendrick all in my face. That's funny, because years ago, I loved how he stayed in my grill. I still do, but just not right now.

  "Look at you." Kendrick bit his lip as I started to cook dinner.

  "I'm guessing you like what you see," I replied, as I cut up the bell pepper.

  "I always like what I see," he said, as he walked over and kissed my lips.

  "I like what I see too, Mommy." KJ walked in and ran his toy truck across the counter.

  "KJ, what did I tell you about putting your toys up here when I cook?" I spat.

  He turned to run away, but his dad grabbed his collar.

  "Answer your mama," Kendrick told him.

  "I'm sorry." KJ dropped his head. I walked over and kissed his little cheek. I swear he and his father knew how to poke at my soft spot.

  ***

  "Dinner was good," Kendrick said, as he climbed into bed and kissed my neck.r />
  "You're welcome," I smirked.

  He leaned over and started to kiss across my collarbone, while rubbing his hand up my leg.

  "Kendrick, stop," I said as I nudged him off.

  "Nic, why are you fighting me off every time?" he frowned.

  "Because!" was all I could say.

  "Because what? This bachelor party shit? You cannot tell me you still on that!" he shouted.

  "Well I am! I'm sorry I can't take your word for it anymore!" I yelled.

  "Oh, so my word don't mean shit?" he scoffed.

  "Nope! Not at the moment," I spat.

  "So why you with me?" he smiled.

  "Because we're married, it's not that easy to leave." I bucked my eyes.

  "No, you could've left before we got married but you didn't. You chose to marry me even after I cheated, yet you still fucking bugging. I'm not about to be in this if you gonna act this way," he barked.

  "Don't be with me then! What you think, you the only nigga in Baltimore who's interested in me? I can't walk down the street without getting hit on nigga, so bye!" I turned my lip up. This nigga had me fucked up.

  "Damn, cool. So I'm gonna leave now and let me know how that new nigga works out for you," he said as he climbed out of bed. "Oh, and you better find somewhere else to take him ‘cause I pay the bills in this muthafucka," he added, as he started packing clothes.

  "Yeah, run off and fuck another hoe like you always do. You a hoe just like them!" I shouted. I was angry that he was leaving, even though I was talking to him crazy.

  "Keep ‘em coming Nic. What else you don't like about me?" he growled. He was angry as hell.

  "Well," I climbed out of bed and rushed over to him. "I hate that you can't keep your dick in your pants! I hate that I love your stupid ass! I hate you!" I shouted as I pushed him as hard as I could. Although I used all my strength, he didn’t budge.

  He paused, and then walked up close to me. I panted heavily, wondering what he was about to do. He twisted up his sexy face, and leaned down close to mine. I bucked my eyes ‘cause I was wondering if he was about to knock fire from my ass. However, I couldn't back down because I had come too far. He pecked my lips softly. A moan escaped my mouth, although I didn't want it to, as he held his soft juicy lips against mine.