by Pinky Dior
She used the bathroom, took a shower, and rinsed her mouth out using the mouthwash the hotel gave her. After finishing up in the bathroom, she emerged and walked over to the bed. She looked over at the clock and it read 8:00 AM.
“Shit!” Maria yelled as she quickly grabbed her clothes from the floor and put them on, “Dad’s gonna kill me!” Maria mumbled as she slipped on her skirt and sat on the bed to put on her heels. She placed a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and from the corner of her eye she noticed a white piece of paper sticking out from the night stand. Maria turned her head, reached her hand over and grabbed the piece of paper.
A gracious smile appeared across her face as she read the paper. On it, Don wrote his phone number and the comment, ‘one day I will make you my wife.’
Maria could only blush; she had the time of her life with Don Carter. She got up from the bed and called a cab to take her home. She hoped that her father wasn’t awake when she got there. She knew he would definitely be pissed and start asking questions about where she was and what she was doing while she was absent from his presence.
As the car pulled up to Vicente’s estate, Maria was extremely nervous. The entire ride she was practicing excuses to explain why she was just getting home. She hopped from the car and headed towards the house. She quickly fixed her pink tube top and made sure her hair didn’t look messy. She slid her key into the front door and bit down on her lip, hoping she would not have to face Vicente. She slowly crept in, closing the door behind her. She tried to sneak across the marble floor but it was hard not to hear her since her heels clicked loudly on the floor. She stopped to remove them.
As soon as she passed her father’s office, she overheard him on the phone. She dashed up the spiral stair case and rushed into her room. She looked over and noticed her sister Alana sound asleep in her bed. She slipped out of her clothes and into something more comfortable. Maria sat down on her chair and she grabbed the brush. She brushed her thick hair down to the back of her head.
“Where are you coming from?” Alana asked. Maria looked in the mirror and eyed Alana, who was stretching her arms and yawning.
“I went out last night.” Maria said bluntly.
“I’m aware of that.” Alana said sarcastically as she sat up looking at the clock, “It’s almost… nine o’clock and you’re just coming in the house…where were you?” Alana asked eagerly.
“At the hotel across from the bar with Mr. Carter,” she cooed.
“Oh my God Maria, what were you thinking?” Alana covered her hand over her mouth, “You didn’t sleep with him right?”
Maria stopped brushing her hair and turned around smiling, “Of course I didn’t.” Maria said sarcastically while rolling her eyes, “What else would we go to a hotel for?”
“If Daddy finds out, he’s going to kill you.” Alana assured her.
“Well he won’t find out, unless you say something.” Maria shot her a nasty glare.
“I’m not going to say anything Maria.” Alana said with sincerity, “You just better hope he doesn’t find out, because if he does he will kill…” Maria cut her off.
“He’s not going to find out!” Maria barked, as she got up and flicked her hair back and exited the room. She walked down the spiral stair case and over to the living room. She stood and stared from the window. A slight smile appeared across her face when she watched the waves crash up against the shore. She was reminiscing about the first day that she met Don. She was into her day dream and didn’t realize her father was behind her. She only noticed when she felt him breathing down her neck. Maria closed her eyes as she felt his hand caressing the side of her neck.
“I see the way that you look at him.” Vicente said with a tone dripping with jealously, “And I see the way that he was looking at you.” He said referring to Don, “And I promise you Maria, if you ever think about…”
“Father, I have no interest in Mr. Carter.” Maria was lying straight through her teeth.
“Good, you better keep it that way.” Vicente hissed as he drunk the last sip of whiskey.
“There will never be you and a Mr. Carter because if you go against my rule, the both of you will end up dead!” He slammed down his glass of whiskey on the window sill and walked away.
Maria jumped back; she was startled from the sound of the glass when he slammed it down. Those words repeatedly echoed in her head. She knew Vicente wasn’t joking; he was a man of his word. If he found out about their secret love, both of them would suffer the same fate-DEATH!
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Don sat on his private jet and gazed out the window. Maria was on his mind during the entire flight. She was such a woman: she was beautiful, smart, classy, stylish, sophisticated, and could dance and fuck all night. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a female. He didn’t want to leave her behind, but business always came first. He sincerely hoped that one day they would get the chance to meet again. Roy noticed his brother was quiet and decided to ask him what was up.
“Damn bro, you good?”
“Yeah, I’m just thinking.” Don scratched his chin.
“That chick got you wide open, huh?” Roy laughed.
“Nah yo, she’s different. Yo…I think she gon’ be wifey.” Don smirked as pictures flashed through his mind of the two of them getting married.
“You just met her bro’…and she just gave it up to you.” Roy chuckled.
“I don’t give a fuck about that…” Don started getting upset. He didn’t even want to talk with Roy about this; he was so negative sometimes.
“You got bigger and better problems to be worried about besides some chick that lives way across the world from us.” Roy said as he sipped on his drink. Don knew there was some truth in his brother’s last statement. “Yeah, whatever you say bro.” Don said dismissively. He still couldn’t take his mind off Maria completely.
For the next few days, it felt good to be back in New York. When the drop was made as promised within the week, Don was the happiest hustler in the city. He stood in his workroom watching his soldiers unload kilos of coke. The money was already starting to come in, but this time they were coming ten times harder.
The Other Woman
Meringue music and cigarette smoke filled the living room of Carmen’s Spanish Harlem apartment. The late night breeze entered through the half open window. Carmen stood with a lit cigarette in her mouth as she moved her hips side to side. She wore skin tight black leggings and a white t-shirt with ruffles on the shoulder. Her golden blonde hair was cut into a short bob that shaped her face and brought out her perfectly tattooed eye brows. She took a long drag on her Virginia Slim cigarette, as she closed her eyes and grabbed a Corona from the fridge. She popped off the top and began to sip on it.
There was a loud banging on her door, but she couldn’t hear it due to the loud music. She danced around in the living room and when the song finally changed, the knocking continued growing louder.
“Who the hell is it?” Carmen yelled with the cigarette still dangling on the side of her mouth. She turned her head towards the door and started slowly walking over to it.
“Come open the fucking door!” Carmen smiled and rushed over to the door and unlocked the two locks. On the other side she saw her boo, Don Carter standing there. She reached in for a kiss, but he rushed past her and immediately started talking shit. Carmen just rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind him and locked it.
“You didn’t fucking hear me knocking?” He yelled over the merengue music. She looked at him wide-eyed with no response.
“You need to turn that shit down.” He barked. Carmen walked over and turned down the music, “What you having a party in here or something?” he playfully asked, as he took off his jacket and threw it on the couch.
“Yeah, still celebrating when you left.” she sarcastically joked as she gulped down the rest of her Corona and slammed the empty bottle down on the coffee table. She bent down and placed her burning cigarette in the ashtray and sed
uctively walked over to him.
“I missed you Baby, did you miss me?”
“Of course I missed you.” Don said as he smiled and he picked her up. Carmen wrapped her legs around him and they exchanged a long sensual kiss.
“How was the trip? Did you meet any new girls?” she asked, and she quickly resented asking when he said yeah. She knew Don wasn’t with long talking and he didn’t have to explain shit to her. She wasn’t his girl; she was just someone he would fuck with here and there. He also used her to cook up his crack.
“How much did you miss Daddy?”
“Daddy?” she cocked her head back as she playfully rolled her eyes, “You know I missed my Papi.” She smiled and winked at him.
Don had to admit that he did miss her too. He only missed her because she was the only one he fucked on the regular, and she kept her pussy nice and tight for him. As he walked down the hall with her in his embrace, they clumsily kissed while he groped her thick ass. He gently pushed the door open with her back and aggressively threw her down on the bed. He began unbuttoning his pants and didn’t stop until he was naked. Watching him undress, Carmen was growing more aroused. She hurriedly removed her clothes as well.
The nipples on her perky breasts grew erect from visual stimulation. Don looked down and noticed her pussy was neatly shaven, just the way he liked it. He climbed on the bed and on top of Carmen. He kissed her neck and traveled down her chest focusing on her breasts. He hungrily sucked on each of them. She moaned with pleasure; she loved when he flicked his warm tongue across her hard nipples. It made her pussy drip like a broken faucet. He abruptly stopped licking her breast and stood up on his knees. He stroked his manhood to full attention.
“Put it in, I need you Papi.” Carmen groaned.
“Oh you missed Daddy’s dick?” he laughed as he saw the lustful gleam in her hazel eyes.
“Stop playing with me, I want it now.” She whined. He could tell she was extremely horny. He obliged her requests and slid his dick inside of her. He slowly thrust in and out of the pussy. Carmen bit on the bottom of her lip as she watched him. Every time he went in he hit her with the slow pumps, he knew that drove her crazy. She couldn’t take much slow fucking, it felt too good.
“Faster Papi, faster!” she yelled out loud. “You want it fast? You want me to go faster?” he asked, as he started speeding up the pace.
“Hell yeah! Give it to me Papi!” she said between gritted teeth.
“Turn that ass around.”
He got up, and she quickly turned around and placed her ass in the air and buried her face on her champagne colored silk pillow. Don grabbed his dick, slipped it right into her wetness and went to work. He grabbed her short hair, but kept losing his grip. Then he grabbed onto her hips as he rapidly pumped her back and forth on his dick. He grunted as he neared climax, and sweat poured down the side of his face. Carmen moaned and screamed out in ecstasy.
“Ohhh, Don Carter, Mhmmmm”
“Damn Maria, you feel so good Ma.” Don didn’t even realize he had called her the wrong name and neither did Carmen. “MARIA!” He said again as he exploded inside of her sugary walls. ‘Fuck,’ he said to himself, as he realized he was calling Carmen the wrong name.
Since he left Cuba, Maria was all he could think about. Even when he and Carmen had sex, all he thought about was him and Maria making love. Carmen cocked her head back as she turned to him and moved away. She forced his still leaking dick out of her pussy.
“So who the fuck is Maria?” Carmen’s New York accent was thick and heavy combined with her Dominican accent. She folded her arms across her breasts as she waited for a response.
“What you talking about?” He asked while wiping remnants of cum off the tip of his still erect dick.
“You know what the fuck I’m talking about! You just called me another bitch’s name!”
“Man, you tripping!” Don said with a harsh tone, he quickly slipped on his boxers, “I’m out.”
Don put the rest of his clothes on and quickly walked towards the door.
“Oh so you just gon’ come over here, hit it, call me another chicks name and expect me not to be mad? What the fuck is your problem nigga?” Carmen retorted.
“First of all Carmen, you need to fucking relax.” He pointed his finger in her face, “Last time I checked you weren’t my fucking girl.” He retorted and grabbed his car keys off the nightstand.
“Well you know what, fuck you and that bitch MARIA!” Carmen shouted, “That bitch is all the way in Cuba, you think she’s calling your name when she’s fucking another guy?” Carmen laughed at her comment, “Don’t come to me when you feel like fucking some reliable pussy! You can afford to go to Cuba whenever you want, right?” She said with her head tilted and a devilish smirk on her face. She did have a point, but Don wasn’t about to agree with her. He simply turned his back and headed out the door as she rushed down the hall and said, “Run, run that’s what you always do!” Carmen screamed, as he slammed the door in her face.
She turned around with her back against the door and slowly slid down to the ground and cried. She held onto her knees and sobbed uncontrollably. She loved Don and would do anything for him. This was the first time he’d ever called her another female’s name. That was just unacceptable.
She didn’t hear from Don for months after that night. However, one day he got a new shipment and needed her to cook the work. Of course they had sex again. It started to go back to their regular relationship until he stopped calling her out of the blue. He never returned her phone calls and she had no idea know why.
Seeds of Love
Nine months passed and Maria had not seen or heard from Don Carter. She sincerely missed him and wished she could see him again. She was currently living in a different Cuban city, Santiago de Cuba. Maria had been staying with her aunt since she found out she was pregnant. She was too afraid to tell her father, so she moved out. She knew Vicente was a man of his word; he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her and Don.
Vicente would be outraged if he knew her and Don had sex and created a baby. He always reminded her of Rule #1- never get involved with his customers. She had always obeyed his rules, until now. However, there was no turning back. She found out that she was pregnant six weeks after Don left Cuba to return to New York. She knew it was his child; she wasn’t sexually involved with anyone else.
One day Maria woke up with heavy pains in her stomach. She rubbed her protruding belly and bit her bottom lip. She rocked back and forth trying to bear the pain of the rapidly increasing contractions. Maria screamed out in pain causing her aunt Maleese and the maid Edella to rush up the stairs and into her bedroom. They found her screaming in agony and tears excessively streaming down the side of her cheeks.
Maria threw the blanket from her body. Despite the pain she was in, she searched for Don’s phone number. She found it in her night stand next to the bed.
“Oh my God, let’s get her to a hospital!” Maleese insisted while watching her niece struggle. Maria sat back down on the bed as the pains resurfaced.
“Maria, calm down, you’re moving too much.” Edella said as she helped Maria to her feet. Maleese ran over and grabbed Maria’s coat from the closet and placed it around her shoulders. Maria could barely walk. Her legs felt like they were made of rubber and she was extremely woozy. The three of them slowly walked down the stairs, when Maria felt a warm sensation running down her leg. She slowly put her head down and watched as the clear fluid oozed from her vagina and down her leg. She was leaking onto the marble floored stairs.
“My water just broke!” Maria automatically assumed. They rushed her to the front door where one of their drivers picked Maria up. They were off to the hospital in a flash.
Maria was sweating profusely throughout the entire ride. Her mind was overwhelmed with the thought that she was already having the baby. They arrived at the hospital in enough time to get her on a stretcher.
Maria passed out several times due to the pain befor
e she officially made it into the room where she would deliver her baby. When she was finally conscious, she turned on the radio and listened to some Cuban music. The doctors told her that she wasn’t ready to have her baby just yet; she was just having a little leak. Maria lay in the hospital bed and stared up at the ceiling. She was in deep thought about what she would tell Don, when and if she finally spoke to him.
Several minutes later, she had the urge to pee. She sat up in the bed and looked around for a way to call for help. She found the call button on the side of the bed to call for assistance. She seriously had to pee, and it had already begun to trickle down her leg. Finally the nurse came to Maria’s aide.
“Are you okay Maria?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” Maria smiled as she tried to get up, “I just have to use the bathroom.”
“Hold on, let me help you.” The nurse moved in closer to Maria and pulled back the sheets. Both of their jaws dropped as they stared at each other in amazement.
“You already had your baby.” The nurse was astonished. She called for the doctors to come cut the cord and assist with anything medically that she could not.
“What?” Maria started crying with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe that her baby was already here. It amazed her that she didn’t have to push or endure hours of painful labor. Tears flooded her eyes as she gazed at her beautiful baby. She had a new baby girl. The baby was wide awake and didn’t cry at all. Once she was cleaned off, she was handed to Maria. Maria lovingly gazed into her daughter’s eyes.
“That was the easiest birth I’ve ever seen.” The nurse chuckled.
“I had no idea.” Maria shook her head side to side, “I thought I had to use the bathroom or something.” They all laughed. Maleese and Edella rushed into the room.
“Maria, she’s so beautiful.” Her aunt smiled as she sat on the side of the bed.