by Lucinda John
“Your folks are good people,” he said, holding my hand as he drove.
“Yeah, they straight,” I replied, feeling my throat get dry.
The feeling of us touching was electrifying. I rested my head back as I listened to him rap along to Yo Gotti’s, “We Can Get It On”. He had the song on repeat until we reached our destination, which led me to believe that the words of the song were for me.
I was in complete awe when we walked inside the hotel. Even though I was able to afford it, I’ve never been anywhere luxurious. John hated bringing me anywhere in fear of guys looking at me, so the most we did was go out to eat and go to the movies, occasionally. When we walked in our room, my jaw dropped. He had us in the presidential suite on the top floor, overlooking the beach. The sight before me was breathtaking.
“Did you bring a bathing suit?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Good, go get dressed so we can go down to the beach,” he replied, disappearing inside the bathroom. I quickly slipped out of the dress I was wearing, and slipped on the dark purple deep cut one piece bathing suit that showed off part of my cleavage and stomach. The tiny spaghetti string that kept the one piece covering my ass in place, looked as if it was going to pop. I should have tried this on, I thought to myself, not liking the way my ass sat up.
“Damn, you look sexy as fuck,” Alex whispered, coming behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Thank you,” I blushed.
He kissed me on the cheeks, then stepped back so that I could finish getting ready. I grabbed my white mesh wrap and wrapped it around my waist, making a bow at my side. I picked up my Michael Kors sandals and slipped my perfectly painted purple toes inside of them.
Alex had me stuck in a daze when he removed his t-shirt and revealed his perfectly sculpted chest. His body was on point as his perfect eight pack complemented his deep v-cut. I was speechless as I looked at his toned arms, which told me he was putting in hours at the gym. Alex’s body was perfect.
“Are you going to stare or are you going to join me?” he chuckled.
“Oh shut up, don’t flatter yourself. I was just staring at that big booger that was in your nose,” I joked.
“Yeah, whatever,” he said, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulders. He ran with me all the way to the elevators, and down to the lobby. I was laughing and screaming so loud that I knew for sure security would be waiting for us at the door.
When we made it down to the beach, we swam and enjoyed the scenery. Alex had a candle light dinner set up for us, which I thought was very romantic. I’ve been with a guy for three years and I wasn’t use to getting this type of treatment. After the festivities by the water, Alex wanted to check out the night life, so we took a shower, got dressed and walked the strip. We went to a few bars, but I declined drinking anything. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my pregnancy, so I decided to play it safe.
****
“Did you give coming to North Carolina any thought?” Alex asked as we had lunch on the balcony.
“No… I mean yeah, but I have some loose ends to tie up first,” I replied.
“Loose ends like?” he asked.
“I’m pregnant,” I replied, putting my head down.
“Are you keeping it?”
“I don’t know, that’s what I have to figure out.”
“Even if you do decide to have the baby, I would love for you to come down,” he sincerely said, causing me to blush.
“I would love to, but before I can be good for you, I have to work on me,” I replied. As bad as I wanted to just run off and start over with Alex, I still had to work on me first. I still had to handle this thing with John first.
“Get dressed, I want to take you somewhere.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about it, just get dressed,” he replied.
Dressed in a pair of baby doll floral shorts and the matching crop top, I sat in the passenger seat, anxious to see where we were heading. When we pulled up to a gun range, I frowned. There was nothing romantic about shooting guns, but I opted to keep my mouth shut.
“Let’s go,” Alex said, grabbing my hand.
When we went inside, I stood by the door as Alex spoke with some chubby Italian looking guy. Occasionally, Alex would point at me, causing the guy to look my way. When they finished their conversation, Alex told me to fill out a form.
“Why do I need a gun permit?” I asked.
“Just do as I say,” he replied.
Once I was done filling out the form, Alex told me to hand the guy my ID and I did. When all of that was done, he took me to one of those booths where he showed me how to shoot a gun.
“You have to relax,” he said, standing behind me and wrapping his hands around mine. He showed me how to properly hold the gun, taught me how to focus on the target, then told me when to shoot. When I finished that round, I noticed how better my aim had gotten.
For the whole day, we stayed at the gun range, only stopping to get some food, then resuming back to my lesson. When I asked him why we were doing this, he told me because he needed to make sure I was able to protect myself while he wasn’t around. He explained to me how I needed to be ready to shoot at all cost. “Shoot first, ask questions later,” he kept reciting those words in my ears with every shot I took.
Before we left, the Italian guy handed Alex a gun, which he paid for. Grabbing my hand, we walked back to the car where he handed me the small gun. Unlike the one we were shooting in the booth, this one fit perfectly in my small hands.
“What is this for?” I asked.
“Your protection. Don’t worry, this gun is new and is registered to you. You will be getting the license in the mail, but you are licensed to carry a concealed weapon,” he said.
“I don’t even know anything about guns,” I panicked.
He grabbed the gun from my hand and gave me a two hour lesson on it. He taught me how to load the bullets in the chamber, put on the safety, and how to clean it. He went over the rules and regulations of having a gun with me and told me when it was ok to use it to defend myself. At first, I was a little hesitant, but the more he lectured me on everything, the more comfortable I felt having it with me.
*****
Tonight was our last night in South Beach, and I was already feeling sick. I was really enjoying my time with Alex, and I didn’t want it to end. Since it was our last night together, I decided to do something nice for him by cooking his favorite meal, shrimp scampi.
“It smells so good in here,” he smiled, drinking from his glass of Vodka.
“I told you I could burn,” I smirked.
“More like burn the kitchen and the food down,” he joked.
“Oh, you got jokes? Well you ain’t eating,” I chuckled.
“Chill, I was just messing with you,” he said, coming behind me and wrapping his hand around my waist.
The three days that we spent together, Alex was the perfect gentlemen. We would make out, he would eat my pussy and rub my ass until I fell asleep, without asking for anything in return. As bad as I wanted him to put that python on me, he was stuck on waiting until I was ready. Let him tell it, his stroke game had the ability to make you fall in love.
“I’m really going to miss you,” Alex said as we sat and had dinner.
“I’m going to miss you too,” I smiled.
“Just know your spot in my heart will still be waiting for you whenever you decided to come join me. I’m willing to wait,” he said.
“With all the girls that’s going to be throwing themselves at you, please, you won’t be thinking about little ol me.”
“Trust me, I will. A wise man once told me when you find everything you need in a woman, stop looking, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he replied, licking his full lips. The way my cheeks were burning, I could tell they were bright red at the moment.
I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but I couldn’t stop my
self when I got up, walked over to Alex and straddled him. Before he could object, I took my lips and covered his. I licked his full, soft pink lips, before feeding him my tongue.
“Mm,” I moaned as he groped my ass as we kissed.
Getting up from the chair, he carried us to the room and laid my body down against the plush pillow top king sized bed. For a second, he just stood there, giving me those dreamy eyes, before he walked away. I started to curse him out, until I saw him connecting his iPhone to the JBL Speakers. Musiq Soulchild’s song, “Love”, filled the room before he came back to the bed and climbed on top of me.
“Once we go there, you’re mine. Once you handle your situation, you’re coming home with me to North Carolina. If you know in your heart that you won’t be able to do that, then don’t let me in between your legs.”
Instead of responding, I shut him up with a deep kiss. His hands pulled my shorts and panties clean off my body, and found my clit.
“Mm, oooooooooh, ahhhhhh!” I moaned as he toyed with my pearl.
He moved down from my lips, grabbing one of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue teased my nipples, pulling them between his teeth before gently sucking on them. At this point, my pussy was on fire and I was ready to feel him inside of me. He tried to inch his mouth towards my pussy, but I wasn’t having that. I already knew what his mouth could do, now I wanted to know if he could work that thick monster between his legs.
Alex wanted to tease me, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. Pushing him on the bed, I straddled him, freeing his erection. I didn’t give it much thought when I jumped on his dick, as if it was a pogo stick. It was only hallway in, and I was feeling like my insides were being ripped apart. When he saw me struggling to take in all of him, he started working his dick inside of my slippery wet mound.
Once my pussy adjusted to his size, I was riding his dick as if I’ve been doing it all my life. I guess Alex must have gotten tired of me getting the best of him, because he flipped me over and started slow stroking me. To every beat of the song, he was hitting my spot faithfully. I was experiencing something I never did before. I was having someone make love to me, instead of fucking me. Since John was my only sexually partner, I thought that the rough ass smacking sex was the only type there was, but boy was I wrong. Alex was using his dick to touch my soul, and I was in heaven.
“Oh Alex, I’m cumming!” I cried out as my legs shook.
“Nah, I’m about to make you cum again and again and again and again,” he groaned, never missing a beat.
Alex kept his promise too. For the remainder of the night, he made love to me all over that king size bed, making me cum puddles all over the sheets. The mess we made in those blankets, I was sure that the hotel was going to charge his card extra for damage.
Chapter 33
John
One week later, I was walking out of the jailhouse. The police commissioner had gotten word that some officers at the police department were working hand in hand with crooks. Since they weren’t sure who in the police department was being paid to destroy evidence, or overlook crimes, everything had to go through the commissioner. I was fucked when I got booked and had to learn that the hard way. Good thing my lawyer was able to get me out on bail.
I was livid as fuck when I heard from my security guard, Mad Dog, that Aimesha was shacked up with that nigga Alex on South Beach, carrying on as if she was a single woman. What fucked my head up the most is when he told me he saw her and her mother walking out of an abortion clinic. I now had him keeping tabs on her every move. I needed to catch her while she was alone, so that I wouldn’t get interrupted fucking her ass up.
“Bae, you hungry?” Niake asked.
“Yeah, I can eat, and I could use a dick suck too,” I said, smacking her on the ass.
A few minutes later, she returned to the living room with a plate of baked chicken, potatoes and broccoli. While I laid back and ate my meal, Niake slid between my legs and sucked the skin off my dick. During the time I’ve been spending with Niake, she had really grown on me. When Aimesha and I got back together, there was no way I was leaving her alone, and vice versa. They were just going to have to share me on some sister wives type shit. Hell, it would make me the happiest nigga on earth if I could live with both of them under one roof.
Just as I was emptying my seeds down Niake’s throat, my phone started to ring. A frown appeared on her face when I answered it. Dismissing her with my hand, I reverted my attention back to the conversation I was having with Mad Dog.
“I have eyes on your girl and she’s alone,” he said.
“Send me the address,” I replied before hanging up the phone.
I finished the last of my chicken, washed everything down with my Corona, then went to the bathroom to freshen up.
“Why the fuck you standing there looking ugly and shit, with your fat ass lip poked out?” I snapped on Niake as I got dressed.
“You just got home,” she pouted.
“Ok, and a nigga got moves to make. How the fuck you expect us to feed this baby if I’m not out here getting it?” I replied.
“Yeah ok,” she rolled her eyes.
“You trying to get fucked up before I go, but I ain’t even trying to go there with your rabbit looking ass,” I spat before storming out of the room.
When I hopped in my car, I looked up and saw Niake’s dumb ass looking at me through the window. Ignoring her ass, I plugged in the address to the gym in my phone, and waited for the GPS to give me the directions.
When I made it to the gym, I immediately spotted Aimesha’s car. Since this was a new car, and I knew she wasn’t able to recognize that it was mine, I parked right next to her. The parking lot was a crowded place, with a bunch of people coming in and out, so I had to figure out a way to get her in the car with me so I could drag her ass back home with me.
Chapter 34
Aimesha
“There you go, baby foot work,” my uncle Ashton coached me as I bobbed and weaved in the ring.
Since he couldn’t play pro football, he discovered a new love in boxing. Aside from being a businessman, he had a small gym that he opened for the inner city kids. They could come out, work out and receive boxing lessons for free. I admire my uncle and his giving heart; he was all about ways to give back to the community. He would always tell me growing up he watched my grandmother and my mother struggle to give him the best. There was no help from the community; therefore, he wanted to be that help.
After going through with the abortion, I started going through a deep depression. I started ignoring Alex’s number, I even went as far as blocking him. I didn’t understand why I was doing that to him because he was legit a great guy. I had so many demons I had to work on within myself that I figured it would be best to cut all ties and not further complicate things.
The abortion for me was hard. Even though my mother came with me to offer her support, I felt alone. After taking everything into consideration, I realized that it wasn’t wise for me to bring my baby into this messed up situation. For one, I didn’t want to raise my baby in a one parent home, and I definitely didn’t want to have to stay in contact with John for our child’s sake. I was still young. I had my whole life ahead of me to have plenty of babies with my husband, after I got my degree. I just prayed I could have explained that to my precious angel before sending it to heaven.
“Unc, I’m done,” I said, throwing my gloves down.
“Iight, tell your mom I’ll be there later,” he said, giving me a hug.
“Will do,” I replied.
I walked to the locker room and took a quick shower, changing out of my sweaty clothes. I made sure my gun was secured in the small of my back and concealed by the oversized black t-shirt I was wearing. Lately, I wasn’t feeling pretty enough to dress up, so I started wearing baggy clothes everywhere I went. Scrolling through my phone and not paying attention to my surroundings, I made my way to my car.
“You make a sound and I will kill you
,” I heard John’s voice say.
To the public eye, it looked like he was hugging me, but in reality, he had a gun pressed to my side.
“I’m going to walk you to the front seat and I want you to get in. I swear if you try anything, I’m killing your ass,” he spat.
Frozen in fear, I did as he said. The whole drive to his house, he kept his gun trained on me, with his eyes on the road. It was as if he had eyes in the side of his head because with every movement I would make, he would push the gun deeper in my side. I was sure I had a bruise there by how deep the gun was buried in me.
When we made it to the house, he hopped over my seat, as if he was a ninja, and snatched me out of the truck by my hair. My body was bumping against the bumpy pavement as he dragged me to the front door. I kept my eyes sealed shut, praying my gun didn’t fall out of place.
“You thought this shit was over?” John asked, kicking me in the jaw.
“Ahhhhh,” I screamed, feeling my jaw split.
“Did you kill my fucking baby?” he asked, causing my eyes to grow wide.
“You thought I wasn’t going to find that shit out? You thought you were going to kill my baby and lay up with that nigga? Oh nah, it ain’t about to go down like that. I would rather kill you before I see you happy with another nigga,” he said, causing me to cringe.
I could hear my bones cracking underneath his steel toe boots. I cried out in pain and begged him to stop, but it was as if he was possessed. When he got tired of kicking the life out of me, he pulled out his gun and started viciously beating it with me. The only thing I could think about was how my father did my mother eighteen years ago. I wasn’t about to let this man take my life away. One of us was about to die, and it wasn’t going to be me.
The gun slipped from his hand and rolled across the room. Turning his back towards me, he walked to the other side of the room to pick it up. My body was in so much pain, but I tried to convince my body that it was all in my head. I had to get to my gun and shoot him before he could kill me. When I finally got my gun, I aimed it and fired.