“What?” she frowned and fixed her messy curly bun. Her bracelets jingled as she moved her arms around.
“Nothing, just admiring what I see,” I replied licking my lips and she smiled.
As if my eyes were playing tricks on me, I saw Julius walking in the restaurant and right over to our table. I really didn’t want any problems with him because I knew he was crazy. That fight in the club was still fresh in my mind. I didn’t like the fact that one minute we were fighting and the next, some random muthafucka was slapping me awake. Niggas said he was crazy about Natalia and that’s why I tried to make sure they were done.
“Natalia, let’s go!” he boomed.
“Julius,” she said grabbing her purse to get up.
“Wait, I thought you and him weren’t together anymore?” I frowned. I didn’t want to speak up, but Natalia was mine. I had plans on sliding up in that tonight and an ass whooping was worth it right now.
She just stood up and led Julius out the restaurant by his hand. I waited until they got outside and then got up to follow them. I stood two cars away so that they wouldn’t see me, but I could see and hear them. It was dark outside, so I really didn't have to worry about them seeing me anyway. I wanted to find out what she was feeding this nigga.
“What the fuck you doing out here with this nigga Nat? You gone make me kill homie!” Julius yelled. I bucked my eyes because I didn't know he was tryna kill a brother.
“I’m tryna let him down easy,” she said cupping his face. This bitch is for real shady, I thought and shook my head. I just knew she was telling me one thing and then telling him another. I guess she thought she was some type of player. I didn’t care; if she was gone still give me some, then that’s all that mattered. I did, however, love her little sneaky ass. It was just something about her.
She planted a couple kisses on his lips and then he pulled on the handle to her backseat door. She climbed in and he went in after her. Wow, she’s just gone leave, I thought. Until I realized they were still in the backseat. I quietly walked over to where I could see a little into her backseat since she had no damn tint. This girl was fucking this nigga, right here in the parking lot, while I was supposedly waiting on her in the restaurant. To make matters worse, she was telling me she wasn’t ready to sleep with anyone. I became enraged as I watched her bounce on his dick and then him throw his head back in pleasure. That was supposed to be my dick she was bouncing on tonight.
I went back into the restaurant just to see if she would even let me know anything. After about thirty fucking minutes, she came walking in with a fucking hickey on her neck. If I didn’t know for sure that Julius would fuck me up and murder me for putting my hands on her, I would’ve knocked the shit out of her for doing me so damn dirty. Did she really fuck another nigga while on a date with me? What has my life come to?
“Uh Marlon, I’m gonna go,” she said not even bothering to sit down.
“Don’t leave ‘cause of him,” I said, playing along with her stupid ass games.
“No, it’s not about him. I-I just got to go,” she said and turned around to leave.
I followed after her, after a couple seconds had passed and she was following her bitch ass husband out of the parking lot. It was cool though, because I already had me a little bitch on the side that I was feeling. I decided to shoot her text since my night had suddenly opened up.
Me: You up babe?
Lucy: Yeah, I am.
Chapter 7: Julius
Today, I was meeting with an old associate of mine that I worked with while back in Indiana named Chico. He worked for Hugo like myself, but wanted to get up with me. That was cool, but I needed to know why all of a sudden he wanted to come this way. Aside from me, Chico was one of Hugo’s biggest moneymakers, so I knew he wouldn’t like him coming to work for me. I really didn’t care because our relationship had soured long ago. Any loyalty I had to Hugo left the building that night in California.
“What’s up man?” Chico smiled as he sat across from my desk.
“You tell me. You sure you wanna come over here?” I frowned. He needed to be leaving for the right reasons. If he was just ditching Hugo for some dumb shit, then that would show me he had no loyalty.
“I’m positive,” he nodded.
“Why? What’s going on back in Indianapolis?” I inquired.
“Hugo ain’t doing shit. We barely moving weight and the product just ain’t up to par. I let that nigga know if he didn't find a better plug, I was gone,” he replied shaking his head.
“So the streets are drying up?” I asked surprised.
“Drier than the damn Sahara my nigga. I ain’t the only one looking for work elsewhere,” he said and I nodded. “So what's up Julius, you gone put me on?” he quizzed.
“I don’t know man. I don’t know if you really ready to make an enemy out of Hugo,” I said.
“Man, fuck Hugo. You know you and I were the only ones that wasn’t scared of that nigga,” he spat.
“True. I don’t need you to be scared of me either, but I need you to respect me as your boss. Is that something you can do? Can you get used to working under me instead of beside me?" I questioned to make sure.
I didn’t need any salty ass niggas in my operation. Muthafuckas always felt like since they worked beside you at one point in life, you didn’t deserve to give them orders. If that’s how Chico felt, then there would be no point in him working for me. Plus, Chico knew I was in the game years before he ever was, so he should have no problem with me being his boss.
“I ain’t tripping off that. It’s too much work being the boss, so please take the lead,” he smiled and threw his hands up in mock surrender.
“Cool, good to hear. So right now, I want you to collect and double check the money from the traps for me. If any of it is short, I need you to make sure it’s found. If niggas is stuttering and stammering as to where it is, handle ya business. You know when a nigga is doing dirt,” I said. “If you can’t find the money or present me with the nigga responsible, then you and I are gonna have some problems,” I added.
I trusted Chico, which is why I gave him such a high position. Chico could read a nigga in thirty seconds and let you know if he was a snake or not. He’d been telling me that Menzo was a snake for the longest, and he was right.
“No problem boss,” he smiled and nodded. I couldn’t say that I wasn’t happy to have Chico on my team. He was a hard worker and could work any position that you needed him to.
“So how’s life my nigga? You married? Kids?” I inquired.
“Nah, not yet. Maybe it’ll be some better girls down South. But I heard you married your girl from Indianapolis,” he replied.
“Natalia. Yeah man, I had to. She had a nigga gone in the head so I knew it was right,” I half joked, and we both laughed.
“Hell yeah nigga, if she got you ready to body niggas and acting psycho, she’s the one,” he chuckled.
“Who the fuck you telling?” I shook my head thinking about my wife. I loved the fuck out of her and to make shit worse, the pussy was just indescribable. It should be illegal to have some shit like that between your legs.
“What happened to old girl with the red hair?” Chico asked referring to Bianca’s old coo-coo ass.
“Man, that bitch faked a pregnancy on me. Had me put in jail, all kinds of shit.”
“What? That whole time y’all dated she never seemed like the type,” he frowned.
“Those are the ones I guess. Her honey nut ass is in jail now though,” I said shaking my head.
“What you doing to these hoes out here, bruh?” he asked laughing his ass off.
“Shit, I don’t even know. I’m still trying to figure that shit out,” I replied shaking my head.
“Yeah, well maybe you can introduce me to a chick down here. I need me a little wifey to hold me down like you got,” he smiled.
“They’re hard to find, but you’ll know it when you find it,” I nodded, and so did he.
Chapter 8: Natalia
I was doing laundry and helping Winnie out around the house. I was trying to stay busy because whenever I got bored, I would end up talking to Marlon. I hated to use him but he let me. If he wouldn’t allow me to walk all over him and use him when Julius hurt me, I wouldn’t do it. After what happened at Red Lobster that night, you would think he would be off me, but nope. He let a couple days go by and then he was blowing up my phone again. These days, I hated to look at my phone around Julius because it would be about one hundred notifications from Marlon’s ass.
I was tired, so I carried the basket of Jackson and Harmony’s onesies and clothes upstairs. I was gonna fold them in the bedroom, where I could relax and watch TV. As I was folding clothes, Julius’ phone kept buzzing. I took a deep breath and told myself to ignore it. It buzzed again and I glanced at the screen. Someone named Franceska had texted him, the same girl from when I was pregnant with Jackson. I instantly got a flashback of watching him get dressed to leave and go see her. My stomach became queasy at the thought.
I paused to make sure the shower was still running before I picked it up and slid it open. She’d sent a picture of herself in lingerie. Lisa? I thought. Who was this hoe? She told me her name was Lisa when she tried to work for me, but Julius had her stored as Franceska. She was really thick and it made me feel uncomfortable with my small frame. I had nice thighs, a plump ass, small round perky boobs and a flat stomach, but my hips weren’t as wide as hers. Her boobs were huge and her butt was its own person. I was tired of this bitch coming for my man. I knew I should’ve beat her ass that day she popped up at my house tryna tell me she was still fucking with Julius.
I got up and walked into the bathroom where Julius was showering. I waited and waited until he finally cut the water off. He stepped out and his body was so sexy. His short fade was wet and I almost forgot why I was mad at him. My mouth watered at his dick swinging. It wasn’t hard but it was still an okay size. I wanted to get in the shower and pull him back with me. I was convinced my husband was the sexiest man in America.
“You scared me babe,” he chuckled and then wrapped his towel around his waist.
“What is she sending this for?” I asked holding his phone up. He exhaled heavily before speaking.
“I don’t know. Ain’t like I asked for it,” he frowned. “Scroll the fuck up and you’ll see,” he frowned.
“But you must be telling her something to where she thinks this is okay. You have a wife and two babies!” I yelled getting angry.
“I got a wife, who’s running her ass around town with another nigga all the fucking time. I told you to break it off with that nigga!” he yelled back at me. “You want me to murder this nigga? Is that what I have to do to keep you off his dick?” he frowned.
“I ain’t ever been on his dick! And I told you that I was breaking it off at that dinner you saw me at!” I shouted.
“You expect me to believe that Natalia?” he asked as he walked closer to me. I stood up because I was scared he would hit me. Even though it’d been forever since he had done so, I was still a little worried when he became angry.
“It’s the truth Julius,” I replied in a calmer tone.
“How you think that makes me look, when you out with this nigga all the fucking time. You wanna be with him Natalia?” he said getting super close to me.
“No, I want you.”
“No, I think you want his ass,” he replied and walked out the bathroom.
I turned and followed right after his ass. He closed the bedroom door and then dropped his towel to put his boxers on. I walked over to him and hugged him tightly. He paused for a second and then finally reciprocated the hug.
“I love you Julius. Only you,” I whispered.
He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He reached under my dress and pulled my panties to the side from behind. He brought me down onto his long, thick, shaft and started to pump into me slowly.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demanded to know.
“Julius Tate,” I moaned.
He stood there, holding me up as if I was a feather, and brought me up and down onto his dick. I looked over at the mirror and watched how good our bodies looked together. I loved this man and I just needed to let Marlon go. I couldn’t keep holding on to a guy I didn’t want, just in case the man I loved messed up.
Chapter 9: Julius
Natalia really had the game fucked up and twisted if she thought she could constantly fuck up and just throw some pussy my way to make me forget about it. Either she was gone stop talking to this nigga altogether, or I was gone start fucking around on her too. Ain’t no way I was gone sit here and be all faithful and shit, while she went out on dates. Honestly, I was worried that she was in love with this nigga or something. Why couldn’t she leave him alone? The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.
Today, I made her ass think that I was leaving to take care of some business. I knew when I left the house, she would be on the phone with that nigga to pass the time. I just needed to catch her ass in the act. I was sitting in the garage waiting, when I finally decided to creep back up in the house. I walked up the stairs and saw that our bedroom door was closed. I put my ear to the door and sure enough, Ms. Natalia was on the phone. I wanted to listen for a bit, because I wanted to make sure she was actually talking to his ass.
“No, I can’t see you anymore,” she said. “I don’t want to use you anymore Marlon,” she added. She bet not have been using him for no dick. I said to myself.
I twisted the knob and slowly walked into the room. Her eyes got big as saucers as she slid the phone down her face. She pressed the end button and I stared at her with my arms folded.
“What the fuck you doing?” I asked.
“I was talking to-to Lucy,” she lied.
“Really? Because I heard you mention Marlon’s name,” I replied. She just stared up at me with nothing to say. “Fuck this. I tried to be faithful to you, but I’m starting to see that’s not what you want,” I said.
“Yes it is Ju! I was telling him it’s over,” she cried.
“Over? It should’ve never fucking started! Once I put that ring on your finger, any other nigga should’ve been irrelevant!” I yelled.
“They are!” she hollered.
“Then what’s up? Why are you constantly talking to this muthafucka? I’ve told you on countless occasions to stop fucking around with him,” I said through gritted teeth.
She was so lucky that my love for her wouldn’t allow me to hit her anymore. I loved her little ass more than anything, and sometimes I hated it. I was starting to think that maybe I loved her way more than she loved me.
“I know Julius and I’m not gonna talk to him anymore baby, I promise!” she said with tears running down her beautiful face.
“I don’t believe you. You’ve said that shit one-hundred damn times and every time was a lie. I’m gone head out for a bit,” I said.
“Where are you going?” she asked finally standing up off the bed.
“Out, maybe I’ll go on a date or two,” I said.
She frowned up her cute little face and pushed me with all her little might. I barely moved and she pushed me again. She slapped me hard as hell and then pushed me back again. I reached to grab her, but she darted away towards the door. I grabbed her from behind and carried her crazy ass to the bed. I climbed on her back and bit her shoulder from behind.
“Ahhh!” she screamed.
I reached under her skirt and pulled her thong down roughly. I pulled my dick out and then slid it into her sopping wet walls.
“Is this what you want? You want it rough?” I asked as I grabbed a fistful of her hair, while ramming my dick into her.
I turned her face to the side and sucked her sexy lips. I dipped my tongue into her mouth and she reached around to cup my head. I slid my hand down the front of her body and played with her swollen clit, as she spread her legs to give me more access. Power of the pussy; she ha
d me again.
“I’m about to cum daddy,” she moaned as I tugged on her lip. “Ahhh, uhhhh!” she cried out, as I tore her shit up.
“Ahhh fuck,” I grunted. Natalia was the only woman that could make me moan like a bitch.
I sped up my pace, feeling my nut rise and her pussy get wetter. I looked down at her smooth ass bouncing and busted all in her walls. She jerked a bit from cumming herself and then panted out of breath.
“You like that rough shit, with yo’ freaky ass,” I smirked.
She turned around and sat up to suck my dick. Her award winning pussy and head wasn’t gone work this time though. If she wanted to play with muthafuckas’ hearts, so could I.
***
“Why do you take so long to call me?” Franceska asked as we sat in her living room.
I knew I should’ve had my ass at home, but fuck that. I didn’t want to admit to myself that Natalia had a hold on me and no other bitch could compare. I wanted to be the old Julius again, but I was having a hard time doing so.
“I be busy,” I shrugged. Shit, after I got out of jail for those drugs, her ass had disappeared for a bit too, so she shouldn’t be talking.
“So you and Natalia are really done for good?” she smiled.
“Yeah, we a wrap,” I lied. Natalia and I would never be done. I could be married to a new bitch and Natalia would still be number one.
“So where does that leave me?” she cheesed big as hell.
“We just chilling like usual,” I frowned. I was getting frustrated with all her damn questions. She stayed tryna make something out of absolutely nothing at all.
“You don’t even wanna try and see where this could go?” she asked with a concerned expression.
“I guess we could try something out,” I replied as I eyed her thick ass body. I didn’t mean anything that I was saying. All I wanted was some pussy and head. I would tell her anything right about now to shut her up and get her up out them panties.
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