“Sup ladies,” I cut in.
“Oh this is my... This is Makhi Mack, King of Macking,” Nine says all giddily. Now my girl is anti female. She’s barley straight fucking with me. But she doesn't like females period. The other girls chocolate eyes zero in on me. She looks me up and down with a grin. If I didn't know either woman, I would say they were tryna run game.
“Makhi this is Stephanie… it is Stephanie; right?” Nine smiles at her as if they have a secret.
The woman touches her forehead, flirting and acting all bashful. “Yes, I am Stephanie. I just lost my mind when trying to introduce myself to someone so drop dead gorgeous…” Stephanie’s voice gets softer as she speaks, eyes roaming up and down my lady. I don’t know whether to compliment or bust this bitch in the throat.
Stephanie’s eyes finally tear away from Nine’s curves. She sticks out her hand, glancing me up and down in the same manner. I take her hand; it's all nice and soft and shit. “Makhi Mack, the two of you are too damn … damn… See your girl has this effect on me. I can’t think. But y’all are so fucking cute together.” She licks those thick raspberry colored dick sucking lips.
“Thank you,” I say my hand grips around my girl’s waist. “Stephanie said we are cute together, ma. What you think?”
Nine looks back and forth at us. My girl is acting funny. Nine isn’t touching her hair or doing like Stephanie who just can’t stop touching herself anymore. She’s just standing there as if she ain’t even in this universe.
Again Stephanie licks her lips. “Hmm, I don't think I should, but maybe... Yeah, can I let you in on a secret Mr. Mack?” Stephanie steps closer to me. So close that I can smell her fruity essence and am waiting for Nine to flip out.
Her lips practically kiss my ear, minty breath making my dick stand to attention. “Makhi I gave your girl my number. But make sure she calls when you both are available.”
“Tonight.” Nine says.
Stephanie almost gives Nine the side eye As if she wasn't expecting to have made my girl switch teams.
Nine shrugs, “We don't have much to do late tonight.”
Nine
The tears burn my eyes but I dare not let a single one fall. Earlier today I decided I was leaving Makhi for good regardless. I was speaking with a local obstetrician/gynecologist doctor about getting an ultrasound when this fool came up. Makhi assumed I was making a therapist appointment, but the nurse wasn’t at liberty to comment to him either way. Next up an abortion of need be.
The pregnancy test read that I was pregnant. Fuck that. I want to see this for myself and get rid of Makhi’s baby before it’s too late. Sitting with all his younger sisters kinda helped me get out of that depressed mindset of aborting my blood. Makhi flirting with the damn waitress only riddled my heart with more bullets.
Then that bitch that stepped up to I at Roscoes’ had been sweet. Stephanie was sitting in the cut, eating a two piece meal as I went off on the waitress. Shit, when I went to the ladies room, Stephanie had come up to me so nervously. She was stuttering her name. Sticks. Staxx. (Staxx is Craig's cousin from part one if you haven't read it) Man even I had tried to help her, asking if her name was Stacy. I could tell ol’ girl was pretending to be nervous. Barely even got out Stephanie by the time we both began to laugh.
She also pretended to be a lesbian. Hell I'm not stupid this trick wants my nigga. Not me. Bitches will play the game. Pretend to be feigning for the pussy but secretly want to get close to the dick. That's fine. I decided she could come over tonight. I was actually going to leave as Stephanie swung her chocha all over the place.
Just go home without saying shit to Makhi, my pops or my older bros. I was going to hope Perce hadn't yet started to head to Cali. Because to be honest, that is the only nigga I trust. If I told my pops or my bros downstairs that I wanted to leave Makhi, they might talk me into staying.
Now instead of leaving this nigga while he gets his dick sucked by Stephanie I have to wait till tomorrow. Well, that’s because my nigga has me spoiled. Coco is in route here. Damn I can't go home without my baby.
My family took the two bedrooms downstairs and some of Makhi’s family is in the five rooms up here and others are at Mimz’s place. So this place is packed out. But here we are in the master suite with Makhi getting his dick sucked. We snuck Stephanie in through the balcony stairs that lead from our room down to the pool.
“Bae... Nine... Ma bring that ass over here,” Makhi says seated on a silk chair smack dab in the middle of the room. I hold in my glare for the nigga that I love and the bitch that hadn't known him for 24 hours yet she's already servicing him. Stephanie is dressed in one of my new black teddies. Makhi wanted me to wear the white one–figures. This nigga is always tryna turn me into the good girl. His little angel. Fuck the Manolo’s he wanted me to wear because he ain't getting that.
I will let this bitch fuck me but it's going to be the last time. Ever.
Again I squeeze my eyes closed thinking about how long I've allowed this open relationship. How long I've allowed my heart to be held but haven't had Makhi’s in return. This man right here, no matter how much flexing he does, or talking about love, the love he gives it ain’t enough. I know that now. I’m done.
I look away from the fireplace aglow and saunter toward them. My thick lips are all glossy and sexy but I keep biting my bottom lip. The last time Makhi wanted a threesome I almost threw up on the hoe’s head while she went down on me.
“Look at you, so fucking beautiful,” Stephanie murmurs to me. Yeah she's playing this lezbo to a ‘T.’ Her eyes are damn near eating me up. Sick bitch.
“Paula’s beautiful huh? You should bless my girl,” Makhi says to her.
“Damn, I'd love to,” Stephanie gulps. If she's not the best actress I have ever seen pretending to want me bad. Well I guess it's easy to play the part being in a Beverly Hills mansion. I lay down on the bear fur rug at my nigga’s feet. Stephanie licks her lips while spreading my legs wide. My glance goes to Makhi. He's massaging his dick and looking like a horny bastard.
My eyes close. Hands at my sides, I dig my fingernails into my palms. Soft lips claim my two other lips. My pussy quivers as Stephanie flicks seductively at my clit. I don't want to feel it. Stephanie's tongue plunges into my pussy and she licks up all the sweets I have to offer. As my stomach does the bebop and not in a pretty way, my honeypot begins to stir. Her lips are silky and soft. They pucker and show my clit more love than Makhi has ever done with his prickly chin hairs. There’s a delicateness to it that has my breathing on pause. I start to close my legs a bit but Stephanie caresses my legs back open.
I start to pant. I look up. Makhi’s eyes are glazed with lust, but he’s watching Stephanie chop me down. He licks his lips, murmuring, “Damn… I need a taste…”
Though he doesn’t give other bitches head, I know he loves to with me. My sweets have him addicted, but nah, it’s not him here loving me. It’s this bitch.
“Nine,” she says softly, “gorgeous you taste so muthafucking good. I need you to cum for me...”
CUM FOR ME!
“Bitch!” The word explodes from my mouth. I shoot up into a seated position, and then stand up. Damn near spasmatic as I look down at this trick and cuss her out.
“I thought...” Stephanie’s bottom lip drops, this hoe looks offended.
“I'm not in the mood tonight. Y’all two can fuck.” I wave them off.
“Nine...” Makhi orders through gritted teeth. “Nine. Get yo’ ass over here!”
I stare at him. Eyes wide as fuck so I don't cry. “Nigga if you don't want to enjoy yourself here then get the fuck on! I will bite that dick again before I suck it. On my momma!”
I never mention the fact that I have a mom, not since that one time we went to the movies, and I spoke about her. Makhi knows that my psychotic ass mom is a touchy subject, so that shuts him up. I step into the closet and slam the door. I kick the decorative paper bag of designer clothes since Makhi took me shopping after
breakfast. Colorful tissue and clothes go flying out.
Fuck–I want to wait for Coco! My fingernails embed in my silky palms and I can feel the sting of my skin breaking. A small flow of blood through my tight fists. I try to remember those technique’s my therapist taught me. If my family wasn’t around this shit would be a wrap. Murk Stephanie and let Makhi know we’re done. But soon as I put my finger on the trigger, here come bros and pops. If I get active, all the Dubois' get active.
I’m thinking about it… Perce ain’t here… he would body Makhi on suspect. The rest of my niggas, shit I don’t even want to start a family squabble. So I grab one of the new BCBG bags of clothes tip it over and let all the stuff fall out. Here I am lying in a pile of fresh new designer digs. The damn house is too full of people for me to just go sleep on the couch. Fuck my life...
~~~
The next morning, I arise from the plush pile carpet in the walk-in closet, snatching up a ruffled polka dot button up, since it was my pillow last night. I grab a new jean skirt since it’s the first pair of bottoms I see next to the door.
As I exit the large closet, Makhi and Stephanie are all sprawled on the Cal-King bed. She stirs awake. I glare at her. The bitch starts to get up. Her chocolate brown eyes are so muthafucking apologetic. But my frown is so hard that Stephanie second guesses whatever game she wants to play now. Since it’s almost 8am, too early for any of these dudes to be up, but about that time for Coco to arrive, I shower. Next, I search the house for where Bane’s sleep. I peep into each bedroom door. This 18,000 square foot mansion is so quiet. I end up finding him on the couch in the gym.
His big bear looking ass is already starting to sit up with a yawn, dressed only in boxers. Muscles drenched on top of muscles don his dark chocolate skin. He yawns again, not noticing me.
I start to back away from the elliptical and other work out equipment. I’ve never seen him without clothing and won’t be slighting my nigga by staying here.
“Nine, you ready,” Bane asks in a groggy thick voice.
“Ye…ye… yeah…” The word stutter from my mouth as I take in the full view of his huge man. Dang, I’ve never noticed him. Never seen him without a shirt and pants on. As I turn away, I can see a half smile on this nigga’s face. While stepping toward the door, I know Bane’s eyes are on my ass. He’s decent enough not to flirt with me ever, or look at me to my face, but he’s damn near eating me up now. Over my shoulder, I order, “Nigga when I come for you, look presentable.”
“Cum for me?” He asks while I slam the door.
I lean against the wall outside, Bane has never said anything like this to me before.
On the way to pick up Coco from LAX, Bane turns on the Escalade’s. I press the off button. We haven’t said shit to each other since I left the gym room. Now Bane looks over at me, while driving with one hand on the steering wheel. He shakes his head as if he doesn’t want any problems. I mean mug him. Bane smiles.
“Nine don’t fucking do that, man.” Bane sighs while rubbing the back of his head.
“Why?” I almost laugh too.
“Even making that butt-ass ugly faces you… you.”
“Butt-ass ugly?” I say, and then pop Bane’s hand when he tries to turn on the radio.
“Look, Nine. I don't fuck with you because Makhi would come for me, ma. Forgive a nigga for this morning, aight. I was half sleep,” he shrugs, and then he looks over at me. Even without saying the words, I can tell this dude is feeling me but trying not to. So this morning, he had no breaks due to just waking up. Yet, nigga’s like Bane are nigga’s like me. Too loyal. I’ve never looked his way, and like I already said. He looks my way as I’m walking away.
I suck my teeth, knowing Bane wants me so badly. “Um hmmm, boy, whateva. I ain’t got problems with you.”
“You don’t?” He again glances over with a sardonic look. Bane is trying not to smile, but I want to see it. While dipping through traffic, he continues, “So like I said besides Makhi would come for me. You cuss at me. Threaten to murk me and I don't say shit. I fucked up. I was outta line this morning. My apologies, ma.” He presses the on button, with an attitude. “But don't fuck with a nigga radio. That's the rules.”
Drake lets out half a bar–I press off again. “First of all, this ain’t an establishment where you don’t speak to me unless I speak to you. You can talk to me Bane.”
He chuckles as if I’ve forgotten the unwritten rules. We’ve known each other for a few years. This is our longest convo.
“Bane,” I begin scooting sideways in my seat. When he looks over, I lick my lips. Now, I don’t have feelings for dude. Don’t see him as sexy or anything since I’ve only ever been attracted to Makhi–before that my shrink said I was a-sexual. Any who, I need this nigga right now, so I’ma play on the fact that Bane was just too damn relaxed with me this morning. “You got Coco here. Can you schedule for her to go back?”
Bane gets lost in me for a second, then back at the bumper of the busted Acura in front of us as we sit in traffic on the 405 freeway. He’s thinking hard. I fold my leg over so he can get a good look at this caramel lusciousness.
“Nine, Makhi didn't say–”
“Fuck that nigga.”
“Nah ma you fuck that nigga,” Bane bucks up on me.
“Bane,” my eyes narrow, shit I don’t even really know how to flirt. So my upper lip curls and I glare at him as if he’s my equal, no dick. “You a pussy? Bane… huh? Are you a fucking bitch? … So you can’t answer?”
Bane doesn’t reply. He just takes the airport exit.
“Look, I know you like me so help a sistah out. I want to go home and I want Coco on the next flight with me. Bane can you schedule a return flight for me and my girl?”
He pulls up to the curb at the designated airport area. “Damn ma, why you wanna do Makhi like that? Y’all supposed to be getting married. Having more babies…”
“Babies?” I glare at Bane and grab my leather jacket as we get out. “Nigga, don’t you ever bring up Navaeh! Miss me with the bullshit, because we ain’t cool like that. You don’t get to bring up my fam. Me and Makhi’s baby!”
“Nine, I’m sorry,” he says, lookin across the open front door at me.
I slam the door in his face. I step on the curb and continue, “Well fuck you then, nigga. You ain't shit either,” I let off. All bipolar so maybe if I were on my meds he’d be looking over at me like the fuck wrong with this bitch. Anyway, Bane just takes it as he comes around to the curb. I look down at him just a tad since I'm on the sidewalk and dig in. “I'm going home today and Coco is too. So report that shit to your muthafucking owner, your muthafucking pimp–”
Bane’s blood splatters all over my face. Since my mouth is open, mid-sentence, I taste the coppery blood and gag on a few bits of brain and skull. Bane falls. It takes a split second for my mind registers that four supped up Lexus’s surround us and one window is down with a Desert Eagle sticking out. Automatically, I reach for my waistband.
Empty. No burner. No nothing. I had come up her empty handed to take my stupid ass and my baby Coco back home…
“Looks like you rolling with us,” an Asian says, posted in the driver window. The barrel of his gun is gleaming in the sun, and aimed at me.
I’m fucked…
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