"Get out!" I yelled and pushed him. He laughed, grabbed his bag and left.
I didn't sleep the whole night, as I thought about him nonstop. It was over for him and I, and I prayed that time would help me heal sooner than later.
Chapter Five: Kendrick
A couple days later
I’m just a hood nigga, all I wanna do is buy swishers, take pictures while I’m fuckin’ on these bitches. Hittin’ switches while I’m dippin. Red cup full of ‘betchu can’t kill it’, three wheelin’ and I bet I won’t spill it. The Game's "Hashtag" blasted through my condo speakers, as I lifted weights under the dim lights.
I was angry. I was furious.
I stood up and started to go in on the punching bag in front of me. It was 2am, and here I was wide-awake, thinking about Nic. She thought she was about to be out here fucking niggas? Get the fuck out of here. I planned to fight to the death for my girl, and I would die before I gave up. She was made for me, and yeah, it was my fault that I lost her, but I would get her back. This wasn't over; we would never be over.
I panted in the mirror, as my body dripped sweat. Back to it, I told myself as I grabbed the jump rope to get in some jumps. I had to keep going until I calmed down, or I may burst off into my house and do some shit she would never forgive me for. No, I wasn't about to go fuck any bitches either, because like I said, I didn't want to. I wanted Nic, and no hoe would be able to fulfill the need I had for her. She was like a drug to me. She made me crazy, and sometimes it was good and sometimes it could be bad. I had only been away from her for a couple days, and I was already losing it. She had never talked to me the way she had that night. It was almost like she couldn't wait to be through with me. She had a nigga over here on the verge of crying, but that wasn't gone happen. I've never felt like I needed another person to breathe, but in this moment in time I did.
I dropped the jump rope, and grabbed a torn up t-shirt from the floor. I snatched my keys off the dresser, and then ran down to my car. I sped to the home that housed my wife and kids, and then hopped out before I even parked good. I rushed up the stairs, still drenched as fuck, and not giving a fuck. I burst off into the room, and Nic was lying on the bed in the dark. She sat up slowly and wiped her eyes to see better. I pulled my shirt off, and slipped out of my sneakers. I was about to fuck the shit out of her, and I knew she wanted me to. She craved me just as much as I craved her.
"Kendrick?" she whispered.
I rushed the bed, and landed between her legs. She didn't stop me, as we roughly ripped each other's clothes off while kissing. I ripped her panties off, and threw them onto the floor like it was nothing. She pushed me on my back, and yanked my boxers and basketball shorts down. She mounted me, and then slid her tight wet pussy down onto my dick. This was some pussy you would dead a nigga for. She rocked her hips slowly, making a question mark just the way it should be done. She placed her hand on my sweaty abs for leverage, as she stared me in the eyes with her sexy ass.
"Ahh," she purred as I squeezed her small, plump breasts.
I grabbed her ass cheeks, and spread them as she rode me faster. Her perky titties bounced, making my mouth water. I brought one hand back around, and played with her clit, making her cry out and scrunch up her pretty face. This pussy was marked with my name already.
"Kendriiick," she bit her lip.
"Turn around," I told her.
She turned around and rode me backwards. I watched as my dick went in and out of her, while her little plump ass jiggled. She leaned forward and grabbed my ankles, as she bounced on my dick at a faster pace. I stuck a finger in her ass, making her cum hard as fuck. I sat up and put her on all fours, so that I could look at my name tatted on her lower back. I spread her legs wider, grabbed her waist tightly, and thrust into her fast while pulling out slowly.
"Ugghhh," she grunted as she balled the sheets up in her fists.
I wrapped her hair around my hand, and plowed into her hard and fast. She looked back at me with her sex face, and it was the sexiest shit I'd ever seen. I bent down and licked her asshole, making her body tremble. I pumped into her slowly and in a circular motion, as she gushed on my rod. I sped back up, and released all my seeds into her stomach. We collapsed together, and I rubbed my hands all over her now sweaty body, while sucking her shoulders. I let my dick rest against her plump ass in the process.
"You better not let anybody else fuck you like that," I whispered.
She reached her arm around, and pulled my face close for a kiss. Shit...
Chapter Six: Nic
One week later...
After Kendrick burst in and fucked me silly, I made sure to tell his ass to stay far away. How was I gonna get over him if he was gonna do shit like that? I loved him way too much, and getting rid of the attachment I had to him was gonna be harder than expected. Some nights, I just wanted to say fuck it and tell my man to come home, but I knew that was the weak bitch way out.
The hardest part was explaining to KJ where his daddy was. For now, I just told him that Kendrick left early in the morning, and came back really late. He bought it for now, but when it came time for him to see his daddy, I'm sure he would then realize that something wasn't right. I dreaded that day.
Today I was stopping by the post office, because I needed to mail a couple checks. People really needed to get with the times and start using electronic payment methods, because I had no time to be doing tedious shit like this.
As I was standing in line, I felt someone staring a hole through me. I tried to ignore it, but eventually I looked over. It was that guy Quincy, and he was flashing his sexy ass smile at me. I couldn't help but smile back, and I waved as well. He started to walk towards me, but stopped once the lady called me to the window. I was kind of happy, because I was a little nervous about talking to him.
Once I finished my transaction, I saw he was waiting outside for me. Actually, I hoped he wasn't waiting for me, because I wasn't in the mood today. I walked by and tried to keep going, but he touched my arm to get my attention.
"Looks like we keep running into each other," he cheesed.
"Yeah, I guess so," I half smiled.
"And I see your finger is naked." He raised a brow as he gestured towards my hand.
"Oh yeah, I'm getting it cleaned," I lied.
"Well, can I take you out while it's getting cleaned?" he chuckled, obviously knowing I was lying.
"I don't know if that's a good idea," I replied.
"Damn you're pretty," he licked his lips. "But why isn't that a good idea?" he squinted his eyes, looking sexy as fuck. His mocha complexion was flawless.
"Because I'm still married and it's a lot going on," I exhaled.
"Well, let me at least have your number shorty," he suggested.
"Umm…" I looked around to get some time to think.
"Don't make me beg, but I will if I have to," he said, as he stroked his chin hair.
"I guess we can be friends," I smirked.
"I wanna be more than your friend, but that's a start," he said, as he pulled his phone out. He was soooo fucking fine!
I read off my number to him, and he called my phone right away so that I could have his. Or maybe he did it to make sure that I gave him the right number. I hope it wasn't the latter excuse.
"So is your nigga crazy? Or is there anything I should be aware of?" he grinned.
"Well, I don't have a nigga for one. Secondly, my soon-to-be ex-husband is a little off when it comes to me, but I don't think you have anything to worry about," I replied, and hoped I knew what I was talking about. Kendrick's ass was crazy, and we all knew this.
The last time I went out with another guy, he ended up just never talking to me again. I wondered what ever happened to Whitney. Oh well.
"I won’t worry too much about him, but I can't blame him," Quincy nodded.
"I will talk to you later Quincy," I smiled and turned to leave.
He grabbed my hand, pulled me close, and then hugged me tightly. My body alm
ost melted into his strong arms. If I had any trouble getting over Kendrick before, I wouldn't have it with him around.
I smiled the whole way home, thinking about dating somebody new. I'd been with Kendrick for six years, and minus the infidelity, it was bliss. However, I knew I deserved better at this point. He just couldn't seem to keep his dick in his pants, so I was gonna give him free will to do what he pleased with that long, thick, eleven inches. Mm.
My happiness soon faded, when I thought about my marriage being over. I used to see myself being with Kendrick forever, and honestly, I didn't know if I could sit back and watch him be with someone else. However, that was just something I would have to deal with in order to do what was best for me.
Chapter Six: Kendrick
I thought after our little fuck session that Nic and I were good, but I guess not. Despite us fucking nonstop until the early morning, she kicked my ass out and told me to never pop up like that again. I felt like a straight up hoe for sure. I wasn't giving up though; I was gonna get my baby girl back.
I pulled up to her salon, and checked my fit real quick. I wore a red Kangol hat, a white shirt with a red Nike sign, white jeans, and red Nikes. I was a fresh ass nigga even when I didn't try, and I never really tried. I walked into the salon, and it seemed to get quiet as hell. I got all kinds of stares, from surprised to lustful ones. I was waiting for one of these thirsty hoes to jump up and ask me for my autograph. I ignored it all, and continued to the back where Nic’s office was.
I walked in, and Nic was sitting in her office chair with her eyes closed. Her long, dark hair was hanging down, and she had on a red dress. Damn she was beautiful. When I closed the door, her eyes popped open.
"What are you doing here?" she squinted her eyes, and brought her hair around her shoulder.
"Here you go," I said and handed her a gift.
She opened it, and her eyes bucked at the canary yellow diamond bracelet. Her eyes lit up, and that was just the reaction I wanted from her; especially since that shit cost me $60,000.
"Kendrick," she whispered as she removed it from the box.
"Let me put it on you," I told her, and walked around the desk to do so. "Give me a kiss," I said as I leaned down and pecked her lips lightly.
I dipped my tongue into her mouth, and right when the kiss was getting good, she pushed me away from her.
"You have to go Kendrick. You can't keep doing this," she teared up.
"Doing what? You honestly want us to be over?" I questioned.
"Yes! I don't want to be with you anymore!" she shouted loud as hell.
My heart felt like it had dropped into my stomach, as I processed what she’d just told me. She stared at me out of breath, and I stared back in disbelief.
"So that's it? You done? I ain't do shit Nic. I'm so confused. When I do cheat, you stay, and when I'm actually innocent, you wanna be over." I shook my head at her.
"Innocent? You honestly think I believe that you went to a party full of strippers, and didn't touch one? You went to a room with her-"
"And didn't do shit!" I yelled. "But fuck it Nic, you wanna be done then it's done ma. I'm not chasing yo’ ass no more," I glared at her.
She stormed over to me and pushed me lightly. I turned to leave, and she grabbed my arm.
"Hold me for a second Kendrick," her bi-polar ass whined.
"Ask your next nigga to hold you," I spat and burst out of her office.
I was tired of these fucking games she was playing. If she wanted to be free, then she could be. I wasn't about to be romancing her and chasing after her ass, while she dated other niggas. What the fuck did she think this was? What the fuck kind of nigga did she think I was?
"Hey Kendrick," Morgan and Jessica waved to me, but I was too angry to respond. I stormed right by them and out the fucking door.
I sped to my condo, and as soon as I got there, I rolled some blunts and opened a bottle of Hennessy. Usually, I would have some hoes come entertain me, but that shit was not appealing to me anymore.
As bad as I wanted Nic, she didn't want me and I needed to accept that and move on. It may take some time, but time heals all wounds, right?
"What’s up player?" my brother Kendreeis walked into my condo.
"Too much," I exhaled and ran my hands over my face.
"So, Nic still on that bullshit?" he frowned.
"She swears I fucked that bitch at the party," I said as I flamed up the blunt.
"That old shit catching up to you," he sighed and shook his head.
"I know but damn, why take me back in the past when you didn't trust me?" I spat, feeling myself become angry again.
"Yeah, that's true. She ain't gone leave you though, bruh," he said as he took a pull.
"Dreeis, she ain't never told me that she didn't wanna be with me."
"She’s just mad right now. Leave her alone," he replied, as if he could see the future. For my sake, I hoped he was right.
I poured myself another glass of Hennessy, and took four glasses straight to the head. I needed to get fucked up tonight.
Chapter Seven: Nic
What was I doing? I didn't even know. My heart was rooting for us, but my mind was telling me to move on with my life. I hated having to tell him that I didn't want to be with him anymore, but I needed him to stop trying. The flowers, gifts, impromptu fuck sessions, and speeches about how much he loved me, were holding me back from doing what I needed to do.
"What the fuck did you say to Kendrick?" Jessica frowned, as she and Morgan burst into my office.
"Just that I didn't want him anymore," I shrugged and looked down at the pretty bracelet he'd just given me.
"But didn't he say nothing happened?" Morgan cocked her head to the left.
"Yeah, but why should I believe him?" I frowned.
"Because you don't have proof, Nic," Morgan folded her arms.
"Whose side are you on mami?" Jessica smacked her lips.
"Nic's obviously, but I don't think she's being fair," Morgan replied. "And he gave you that?" she pointed to my wrist and I nodded.
"Damn bitch, you putting a hurting on his pockets," Jessica laughed, as she and Morgan inspected it. "Then again, this probably didn't put a dent in that bank account," she added.
"He bought me a Maserati too." I rolled my eyes and smiled at the thought of my new $150,000 car.
"Wow, and that didn't do it?" Morgan grinned.
"Nope. I think it's really over this time. He was pretty upset when he left, so goodbye nigga," I waved my hand in the air.
"Bitch please, you gone be crying all night," Morgan shook her head. Just because she said that, I was gonna be sure to try and not cry.
After spending a few more hours at the shop, I went and picked up my sons, then went home. I didn't feel like cooking, so I just ordered pizza for us. I bathed KJ and Kendrin, then went upstairs to go to bed. As soon as I turned my lamp off, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Quincy: Goodnight beautiful.
Me: Night.
I was slightly upset that the text wasn't from Kendrick, so against my better judgment, I called him on the phone.
"What's good?" he answered in his sexy voice.
"Were you sleep?" I asked ‘cause I had no reason to call.
"Nope," he replied being short.
"Are you alone, or do you have some hoes over there?" I frowned as if he could see me.
"Goodbye Nic," he sighed and hung up the phone. I immediately dialed him back, but he didn't answer the phone.
Just like Morgan predicted, the waterworks came. I sobbed into my pillow, as my body jerked. I was so confused, and I possibly made a decision about my life without knowing if it was really what I wanted. My door creaked, and then I saw KJ's little shadow enter the room. He crawled into the bed with me, and I turned to face him after wiping my face. He wiped a falling tear with his little hands, and then hugged my head against his little chest.
"Who made you cry, Mommy?" he asked, and it took every muscle
in my body not to sob hysterically in front of him.
"Nobody made me cry, baby," I lied.
"Daddy made you cry?" he quizzed as his little green eyes searched mine.
"Why do you think that?" I wondered.
"Cause when he was here you didn't cry," he responded, while still holding my face. I didn't make a sound, but the tears came rushing down my face. My baby leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I will sleep in here with you, okay?" he told me, and I chuckled because he was so grown. He reminded me so much of his father. Maybe they were so much alike because their birthdays were one day apart.
"Okay, that's fine," I sniffled.
For some odd reason, I was able to go right to sleep after KJ came in. The next day, I spent all day with him and Kendrin, to keep my mind off of love period. Quincy did send a couple texts, but I wasn't really in the mood to entertain him or his advances. I think I needed to just be by myself for a bit, before I move on to anybody else.
Chapter Seven: Kendrick
One Week Later
"So, what's this shit looking like?" I asked my lawyer Melvin. He worked for my father back in the day, so it was only right that he be passed down to me.
"She's really going all the way with this here Kendrick. She's got pictures of the broken lamps and stuff, as proof of a tussle," he huffed. "She wants six million dollars," he added, and I exhaled heavily.
Wasn't this some bullshit? I try to be nice and support my boy, and end up coming out with a got damn rape charge. Six million wasn't shit, but I damn sure wasn't gonna give it to her lying ass. I wanted to send some goons after this bitch so damn bad.
"So can't I just kind of make her go away?" I smiled.
"No Kendrick, if she disappears they're gonna come right to you," he replied, and that was not what I wanted to hear.
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