“Can I hold him, please?” Kelly asked, getting up from her knees.
Laquisha handed her the baby. Kelly cried tears of joy as she stared at the spitting image of her baby brother when he was born, reddish-brown hair, light brown eyes, and all. Her brother’s memory was going to live on after all and she still had a piece of him within the tiny life she held in her loving arms. And even though Laquisha was the baby’s mother, she couldn’t be happier to have him come into this world. She was going to be closely involved in his upbringing and she planned to be the very best auntie that she could be.
Kelly’s cell phone rang. It was Dante.
“Hey baby, guess what?” she said happily. “I got a nephew!”
“Really now, that’s all right.”
“Yep, I know right.”
“What’s his name?” Dante asked her.
“His name?” she asked, as she looked at Laquisha.
“His name is Kevin Corey Morgan Jr.,” Laquisha yelled out loud, smiling from ear to ear.
“Did you hear that?” Kelly asked, with her face beaming with glee.
“Yes, I did and it sounds real good. Now you finish on up there, and get to the station. I heard you shot a suspect.”
“Yeah, I did.” Kelly had forgotten all about it.
“All right, well go on and handle that, and then come on home and handle me. You know police officers need love too,” he told her.
“Yes, we do,” she lovingly agreed.
GREED
By Meisha Camm
Chapter 1
“Ladies and gentleman, the pilot has confirmed it’s now safe to use your cell phones or other electronic devices. A friendly reminder: Please keep your seat belts on at all times. Should you need to use the bathroom, it’s located in the rear. Shortly, we will be taking drink orders. For today, the menu will be herb-roasted chicken or filet mignon. The steak will be cooked to your preference,” the flight attendant announced over the intercom.
“First class definitely has its perks,” I mentioned to Greg, before lowering the volume on my iPod. I was listening to Prince’s song “Insatiable.” This had been our last connecting flight heading to Norfolk International Airport. With seven days, six nights, and a staff waiting on my everlasting bucking call on the secluded island of Fuji, it left me wanting to gear up for yet another vacation. We were devout Virginia Beach natives; however, we enjoyed getting away.
“Yes, it’s the only way to fly. I can stretch my arms, no screaming babies, and the person to my right isn’t hovered over me,” Greg added while catching up on e-mails.
“I agree,” I said, nodding, before gently sliding his hand, passing my dress to my pussy. Soon after, Greg’s finger was greeted to dripping wetness. I couldn’t help but guide that finger into his mouth. None of the other passengers were paying us any mind. The brick red blanket given to me by the flight attendant came in handy.
“You want it?” he asked, grinning, and then continued to lick his fingers.
“Meet me in the bathroom in six minutes,” I confirmed, not trying to make it obvious that I was craving dick.
Greg wasted no time closing the door. He unloosened his belt and slid his pants down to his ankles, revealing only boxers. I held on tight as he pinned me up against the wall. Just as he liked it, Greg’s face ended up landing in between my breasts. With his clenched teeth, he pushed the left side of my V-neck dress over. Before easing his eight-inch dick into my throbbing pussy, Greg teased my nipple with his tongue. The left one was his ultimate favorite. Soon after, his dick found its way to my G-spot.
“Deeper,” I demanded.
“Yes, Jackie,” he agreed.
“Fuck me harder,” I commanded. Even though he would never admit it, I knew Greg loved it when I talked dirty in his ear. His strikes of pleasure made both of us cum.
“I needed that,” he insisted and let out a sigh of relief.
“Again,” I urged.
“Nah, I’m done for now,” he replied, shaking his head.
“Let’s do it one more time,” I insisted.
“Jackie, what if someone needs to use the bathroom?” he asked, attempting to pull up his khaki pants.
“They can wait. Besides, the second time around, you don’t take long,” I added before playing with his balls in my mouth.
I could have gone a third go-round but I had tired Greg out. After the fun came to a halt, I let him exit the bathroom first. Once I washed up and picked up my ripped G-string from off the floor, I made the way back to my seat. The G-string had cost around sixty dollars but it was well worth seeing him tear it off me. Not to mention, Greg was the one that actually paid for it.
“Thank you for the performance,” I giggled, before blowing him a kiss and taking refuge in my blanket. I quickly fell asleep.
Chapter 2
Since I was the age of thirteen and Greg was fifteen years old, our parents have been longtime friends living in Virginia Beach. At first, we hated each other. Then one day I desperately tried to hold back the tears about my current boyfriend cheating on me with a chick who had bigger boobs. To this day, I tend to wear my heart on my shoulder. I couldn’t help it. We were at his parents’ house for a pig roast. After he finished playing basketball with his friends and noticed how sad I was, we took a stroll through the neighborhood and ended up near the lake that glistened from the sun. With his keen listening, a delicate caress on the cheek, and confessing his true feelings about liking me, we’d been together ever since.
Through the years, we’d had our ups and downs. The college years didn’t make it any easier. He attended Morehouse College while I went to Bennett College. He’d cheated on me with the result of the other woman, Sara, stabbing him in the neck, barely missing a vital nerve. Coming home drunk from the club in the wee hours of the morning, she caught him from behind. Greg was too embarrassed and wanted to drop the charges. I could have choked him after he told me that tidbit of information. I informed him if he did decide to drop the charges, it would be over for us. Scared of losing me, Greg made the right choice and let them stick on Sara. Besides, even if he dropped them, the state would have picked up the case. We live in the Commonwealth of Virginia. Violent acts of crime aren’t taken too lightly and neither from me. No one messes with my family, or my beloved Greg.
I intended to destroy Sara. First, I sent an anonymous letter to her supervisor about her current charges. When working for Social Services, it doesn’t look too hot when you’ve been charged with attempted murder. She made the mistake of not taking a plea bargain. At the trial, she was found guilty. Sara was handed the sentence of fourteen years with no chance of parole from the goodwill district attorney, Derrick Harkman. Plus, I rode his dick a few times to convince him to be harsh. Yeah, I’m far from a saint. To this day, Greg doesn’t have any idea about how many indiscretions I’ve had. I’m too sneaky and plan things out to ever get caught. Sara had shaken Greg up for a while. After a few years, he worked up the nerve to step out on me a couple more times that I know of.
Thinking back, I wondered why we made the choice to commit to each other at such a young age. We should have broken up, but, not having Greg in my life wasn’t an option. Through the extraordinary and ugly times of our relationship, I jotted down my feelings in my beloved diary. When I was nine, Mom gave it to me. I’ve been writing ever since.
His father, Greg Bell Sr. and my father, Harold Montague, joined forces to make a drug called Pozor. Daddy was the nerdy scientist who developed the drug. Mr. Bell had the financial means and the backing from the Food and Drug Administration to pass it. Their pharmaceutical company, Colstice Drug Company, was born. Soon after, Pozor flooded every drugstore and grocery store you could think of and even Wal-Mart and Target. Over a three-month period of taking the drug, people have lost countless pounds of weight. It even targets that hard-to-lose belly fat.
Greg and I are simply enjoying the fruits of our fathers’ labor. Private schools, elite colleges, luxurious vacations, a
nd getting anything we want are the only way of life we’ve ever known. I don’t want it now, but I want it right now has been my motto for years.
After we both graduated college, Greg received a high executive position at Colstice and I am in the accounting department. In other words, we don’t do nothing but send e-mails to ourselves, take long lunches, and have phone sex every chance we get. Doing completely nothing productive but actually showing up can become exhausting. Not to mention, getting it on in the copier room was so exciting. Most of all, the thrill was knowing we could get caught. We didn’t care. Since the other employees valued their jobs, they wouldn’t dare say anything, either.
“Wake up, princess,” Greg urged, tapping me on the shoulder.
“We’re home?” I asked, before yawning and stretching. All I wanted to do was take a hot shower, eat, and catch the latest episode of The Real Housewives of Atlanta.
“Yes. We’re the last to get off the plane,” he said, nodding, before pulling me up out of the cozy seat.
Among ninety other passengers, Greg and I were patiently waiting for our luggage. Since I was catching up on e-mails, checking Twitter, Facebook, and MySpace personal accounts, I didn’t mind at first. I even checked voice mails from my envious associates. They were more like vultures always trying to mooch off me and my glory. I didn’t care because I was, hands down, the woman that ran the Hampton Roads of Virginia. With the latest fashion, endless money, and all-access card to the VIP events, I was unstoppable. Being the life of the party is what I lived for. It’s like an indescribable rush knowing all eyes from men and women are on me. Girls dreamed about belonging to my clique of girlfriends. The bad part about my life was that the only person I could trust was Greg. He always had my best interest at heart and vice versa. Most of all, Greg always made me feel secure in his arms.
Back in high school, Greg was the captain of the wrestling team. Eight years later, he still maintained a chiseled body with a touch of charm, easygoing personality, and dark eyes. The ironic part was that he didn’t work out at all. Decent eating habits and heredity have been used to his advantage. Women continue to drool over him. It makes me wet knowing another woman desires Greg, but, can’t have him. Despite his infidelity, he never got a baby on me. Every woman has her own personal standards on what she can take and what she can’t take. Another woman’s baby fathered by Greg is on the top of my list.
Through middle school, I admit to have being on the chubby side. In high school, I joined the basketball team and those creeping pounds melted off. The boys didn’t start cat-calling until I did something with my mop head. I was somewhat of a tomboy. At age thirteen, I vowed to keep my hair looking presentable. Along with the help of a Dominican salon, my do is nothing but stunning. Long hair down to my back is an automatic turn-on. Size thirty-six breasts and a size seven isn’t bad for me, pushing my late twenties. Once I grabbed hold of everyone’s attention, I’d been craving it ever since.
Before I knew it, a whole thirty minutes had passed. The constant looking at watches, shrugs, and sighs from everyone around me was starting to get under my skin.
“We need our luggage,” I interrupted the flight service clerk, who was on the phone and then took a bite out of a roast beef sandwich after walking over to the counter.
“Ma’am, I’m on the phone. I will be with you in one moment,” she suggested with a smile.
“Lady, hurry the hell up, look around. While stuffing your plump face with today’s lunch special and giggling to your man how much you miss him, we still need our luggage,” I demanded.
“Who needs their luggage?” she asked after hanging up the phone.
“Can you see out of your eyes?” I inquired.
“Yeah,” she nodded and rolled her eyes.
“Can you understand the English language and the words that are coming out of my mouth?” I questioned.
“Hmm, mmm,” she nodded, again.
“All right, then, take another look again, lady, because these people behind me and myself need our luggage. We’ve been waiting for our luggage for quite a long time. Do something about it right now,” I insisted.
“Ma’am, there’s something wrong with one of the belts on which the luggage comes out. The workers are trying to fix it as we speak. If you’d like to go have a seat, as soon as they’re done, I will let you and the rest of the passengers know any more updates,” she explained.
“It would have been nice to know this tidbit of information forty-two minutes ago,” I replied, looking at my watch.
“I apologize for the inconvenience,” she suggested, trying her best to appease me.
“You will be sorry before the day is over. Get your manager down here right now. Do you have any idea who the hell I am?” I proclaimed.
“No, I don’t,” she responded, shaking her head.
“Of course, you wouldn’t, because you’re fat. This miracle diet pill will do wonders for you,” I added before taking out a pamphlet to hand to her. I never wasted an attempt to do business with anyone. I was proud of my father’s accomplishments.
Suddenly, the clerk jumped over the counter, attempting to try to punch me in the face with a bottle of water. Small crevices of bread crumbs that lingered on her face flew to the floor.
Greg came between us before I could reach for her weave. Within seconds, I reached into my purse and grabbed the Bath & Body Works perfume called coconut lime verbena and sprayed it into her eyes.
“Please, my eyes. It burns, it burns,” she continued to scream. Security came running over to us and finally the belt started moving and luggage started to appear.
It’s about time, I thought.
Chapter 3
I gave the head supervisor of the Norfolk International Airport my business card. If that worker wasn’t going to be fired for her conduct and rudeness, then I intended to sue. The last thing I was sure this company wanted was a lawsuit. He had five business days to comply with my offer.
“Where’s my silver Jaguar?” I asked while searching through my purse for my cell phone.
“You scheduled it to be here, today, right?” Greg inquired, knowing I had a tendency to get my days mixed up.
“Yes, I’m sure of it,” I replied while dialing my mom and then my father’s cell number. All I got was voice mail.
“I’m going to call the limo service. Someone will be here in less than fifteen minutes,” Greg assured me.
“All right,” I replied after dialing my parents’ home number. Mom was supposed to arrange to have my precious Jag dropped off.
“Finally,” I uttered while seeing Fred, the limo driver, come closer to where we were standing.
“Jackie, relax, I’m sure there was a screw-up with the day,” he suggested, looking at my worried face.
“I’m sure you’re right,” I agreed, before getting in the limo.
“Where to, Ms. Montague?” the limo driver inquired before we took off.
“My house, but first, I’m in the mood for Chick-fil-A. Make a quick stop at the one closest to my house,” I directed.
“Yes,” he obliged.
“May I take your order, please?” the drive-through attendant asked.
“Babe, you want anything?” I asked Greg.
“Yeah, I’ll take a strawberry milkshake,” he replied after reaching in his pocket and handing me a twenty-dollar bill.
“Fred, what about you?”
“I just ate. Thanks anyway,” he answered.
“Hi, I need two milkshakes,” I answered.
“What flavors?”
“I would like a strawberry and a peach milkshake with whipped cream on it.”
“Anything else for you?”
“Yes, a twelve-piece nugget meal with lots of barbecue sauce. Instead of coleslaw, replace it with a fresh ice-cold carrot and raisin salad. That’s it for our order,” I said.
“Okay, your total is sixteen dollars and seventy-nine cents. Please drive to the next window.”
“Than
ks,” I responded.
“Here are your shakes, order, and change,” she announced after handing everything to me.
Before driving off, Fred knew the drill about me looking into the bag to make sure the food was right. There’s nothing worse than getting home and you have the wrong order because a dumb-ass messed it up.
“This order is all wrong,” I blurted out after looking into my bag and tasting both of the shakes. It took a while for the lady to come back to the window. Each moment, I was becoming more enraged.
“Ma’am, is there something wrong?” she asked, after realizing we were still lingering around.
“Yes, my fries are cold. I wanted carrot and raisin salad instead of coleslaw. These shakes are chocolate and vanilla,” I proclaimed, after throwing everything except the nuggets back into the drive-through.
Her face was covered in milkshake, while pieces of carrots, raisins, and fries were stuck to her shirt.
“Jackie, what the hell is wrong with you? Don’t start this shit again today,” Greg ranted, shaking his head.
“Lick your right cheek. It will help you taste the difference of strawberry and peach versus chocolate and vanilla,” I informed the drive-through cashier.
“Fred, drive on. Let’s get the hell outta here before Jackie gets us all banned from Chick-fil-A permanently,” Greg demanded.
“No, Fred, I’m not going anywhere till I get what I ordered,” I proclaimed.
“You’ve done enough for today. I’m tired. Let’s just go back to your place. I’ll fix your favorite, shrimp with linguine,” Greg encouraged.
“All right,” I replied, sounding disappointed. I still had a taste for those fries and carrot salad.
Chapter 4
“Fred, thanks for bringing my suitcases to the door,” I acknowledged, after getting out of the limousine.
“Yeah, thank him for carrying eight suitcases, to be exact,” Greg added, after handing him a fifty-dollar bill for his trouble.
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