"How long you been taking this?" I frowned, making sure to keep the bottle out of her reach.
"About a month and a half," she finally said, sitting back down on the bed.
"Baby, you can't take this shit no more. It's having a bad effect on you. You didn't even hear the baby crying," I said, kneeling down in front of her.
She attempted to speak, but ran to the toilet to throw up. Once done, she sat there on the bathroom floor, with her head in her hands. She stood up and started to brush her teeth, while I went and got her some water to drink.
"Have you eaten babe?" I asked as she spit the mouthwash out.
"I guess I forgot," she said, taking the water from me and downing it.
"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to take those without having eaten. Promise me you will not take those anymore, Morgan," I said, looking up at her as I sat on the closed toilet.
"I promise Dreeis, I'm sorry," she said, obviously embarrassed.
"It’s cool baby," I replied, standing up. I towered over her, then kissed her lips.
We ordered pizza, then I bathed her in a bubble bath. I watched TV as she finished her paper, then we fell asleep together. I really hoped she kept her promise, because she was definitely becoming dependent on whatever medication she was taking. Morgan was way too fragile to be getting hooked on shit, and I was not about to let her. I held her tighter from behind, due to my thoughts. She moaned and rubbed over my hands with hers. I turned her on her back and tongued her down. I removed her gown and my boxers, and then entered her, making her moan loud.
"Dreeiiisssss," she moaned as I pinned her hands above her head.
I kissed all over her face, and then her soft, plump lips. I planted kisses all over her neck and collarbone. I went back up to her lips, and savored the taste of her mouth.
"I love you too," she said in between kisses as she came hard.
I continued to make love to her, enjoying the feeling of her tight, wet walls, and finally released into her. She was my world, and I refused to let anything happen to her. We laid there and kissed for what seemed like an eternity.
Chapter Four: Kendon King
Jessica and I had another fight about the baby shit this morning, and it was starting to strain our relationship. I couldn't understand why she had to have this ring on her finger. I just knew she was out fucking around, and just making up reasons why she didn't want a baby. I had heard about her in these streets before we got back together, so I knew she was out there for a bit. I bet if I proposed to her ass right now, she would think of a reason to say no. At the moment, I was sleeping in one of our spare bedrooms, ‘cause I was just not feeling her.
"You good nigga?" Kendrew asked, while puffing on a blunt in my passenger seat.
"Yeah I'm straight," I replied. We were headed to pick up the shipment from Jules and Maurice, so that we could double check the quantity and make sure it was right. Once we did that, we would drop the shit off with Kendrick and Kendreeis, so they could divide it properly to be given to the houses.
"You scowling like a muthafucka!" he chuckled, blowing out smoke.
"Where you even get that weed from?" I frowned, trying to change the subject.
"I dropped by one of the traps and told them niggas who I was, and got a bag ," he said matter of factly. This nigga was out his mind. Weed was our bottom feeder, in comparison to the cocaine, but it still brought in big money.
"You paid for it right?" I asked, making a left turn.
"Nah, the fuck for? This our shit!" he spat.
"Man, it don't matter. There ain’t no freebies. If we want to smoke some of our weed, we need to pay for that shit! Kendrick gon’ go to the fucking left on yo ass if he find out!" I said, shaking my head.
"Man fuck Kendrick!" he laughed. "He ain’t gon’ do shit but get fucked up if he step to me bout one little ass bag of kush!" I looked at him like he was crazy.
"Nigga watch your mouth about my damn brother!"
"I'm yo fucking brother too!" he yelled back.
"Well you need to act like it, and respect our shit and the way we do things."
"Nah you right bruh, my bad. Next time, I will pay for it," he said, finishing the blunt. Crazy ass nigga.
We arrived at Jules place to re-count and collect the product from him and Maurice. Once we confirmed the shipment was correct, we packed it up into my whip and headed to one of Kendrick's condos. We headed up the stairs with the bags, and I used my key to enter. We put the bags in the floor and walls that were created to hide the product in case anything popped off in here. Once everything was in the walls and floors, I text Kendrick and Kendreeis to let them know.
"Damn, the bro living nice," Kendrew said, plopping down on the couch and smiling. He'd have a heart attack if he saw Kendrick's actual house.
"Yeah, if you do your job right, you will be too," I told him as I put my phone away. "Aight let's go," I said, heading towards the door.
"What you about to do?" he asked.
"Nigga get your feet off my brother's coffee table and come on!" I yelled, walking out. Once he was out, I locked the door and we headed to my car. I couldn't wait to drop this nigga off, ‘cause he was annoying the fuck out of me.
"Let's go check out y'all strip club," he said, rolling his window up.
"That doesn't sound too bad, I'm definitely not trying to go home," I said, turning on my headlights to see better.
"Girl acting up?" he asked.
"Just been arguing a lot over having a baby. She saying she need a ring before we have a baby," I said, shaking my head.
"Sound like some bullshit to me!" he chuckled, and so did I.
"Right! That’s what I said. She always trying to run shit; she can't accept and realize I'm the fucking man!" I yelled. "My bad, I know you don't even know me like that."
"Nah, you my little brother. I don't mind. But your girl sounds like a handful. Got too much lip, why you with her? All these chicks out here in B-more."
"Cause I love her," I said, pulling into the King Brother's parking lot.
"Well, you need to put her in her place ASAP. The longer you let her run amuck, the worse she'll get," he said before opening his door.
I shook my head and got out. He was right; the longer I let Jessica try to wear the pants, the worse she was gon’ get. From now on, there wasn't gon’ be no arguments, only monologues in my muthafucking crib, or she could get to stepping. Like Kendrew said, it was plenty hoes in Baltimore that would obey with no lip, and just as bad.
Chapter Four: Kayden King
It was my 21st birthday tonight, and this shit was about to be live as hell. I couldn't wait to be in the club with my niggas, getting drunk as fuck. Christy was definitely my designated driver tonight. I had on all Armani, from my blazer down to my muthafucking socks and shoes. Christy had on an Armani dress, and we looked fresh as hell. My wife was so beautiful, with her golden brown hair in its naturally curly state; plus, she had that pregnancy glow. I couldn’t wait to be throwing that dress on our bedroom floor.
"No matter what happens, I deserve some pussy, ‘cause it's my birthday," I joked
"Yeah, well we gon’ see," she smiled and leaned her head back for a kiss.
We arrived at the venue hosting my all white party, and it was packed like a muthafucka. "Come Get Her," by Rae Sremmurd was blasting, and people were dancing they ass off. Everybody was dressed in white, like they were supposed to be, and there were plenty of people walking around to serve drinks and little hors d'oeuvres. I double-checked to make sure security was alert and frisking everybody that came in this bitch. We had metal detectors, but there was nothing like an old-fashioned pat down.
"Kayden!" my music manager Porter greeted me, smiling big as ever.
"What’s up player? You enjoying yourself?" I asked him.
"Hell yeah! Nothing like good music, beautiful women, and free food, man," Porter said as he smiled at a young lady walking by. "Well anyway, happy birthday man, and you look beautiful, C
hristy," he winked, and then followed after the girl. I shook my head and laughed.
Christy and I headed to the secluded area, where my cousins and team were already chilling and drinking. I saw a nigga I didn't quite recognize, which alerted me. He looked like he could be related to my cousins, except he had slightly slanted eyes, like he had Asian in him. If anyone new was added to the roster, I always knew about it.
I walked up, and everybody stood up and wished me happy birthday. I gave hugs to Nic, Morgan, and Jessica, then dapped up everyone else. The nigga I didn't recognize didn't even bother to stand up and greet me. I already didn't like this nigga. He simply looked at me and nodded his head up and down to say what’s up, which I ignored. There was a beautiful girl by him, who I assumed was his girl. She and Nic were chatting it up while he downed a couple drinks.
"Aye Kendrick, let me holla at you real quick," I said, waving my hand to come here.
"What’s up birthday boy?" he walked over, smiling.
"Who is this nigga?" I said, darting my eyes to the guy.
Kendrick looked over his shoulder, and exhaled heavily. "That's our brother, Kendrew. Kendon brought him."
"Your brother? What is you talking about?" I frowned, ‘cause I was so confused right now.
"Apparently, Pops had a baby on my mom before Dreeis was born," he answered, clenching his jaw like he was getting upset all over again.
"Damn, word?" I said, frowning again. Uncle Kairio and Aunt Camia were picture perfect, so this was some mind blowing shit right here.
"Word," he said, pursing his lips together, then sipping his drink. "He's a handful, but his girl Deija is cool," he said, gesturing his drink towards the girl. "Sorry about Kendon bringing him, though."
"Nah it's cool, now that I know who he is," I smiled and patted his back as we walked back over to join everyone.
The music was blasting and everybody was having a good time. The food was bomb as hell, and I was stuffed but still willing to dance. After dancing for a bit, Christy said her feet were starting to hurt, and she needed to sit.
"You want me to come?" I asked, holding her hand.
"No, it's okay. Enjoy yourself. I will be right over there with Nic's fellow pregnant ass," she smiled.
I started back dancing with my friends, cousins, Jessica, and Morgan. This shit was live as hell, and I was getting fucked up. As "Lil Bit" by K-Camp, T.I. & Chris Brown came on, I felt someone grab me from behind. I immediately turned around to see April with a big ass smile on her face. I removed her hands from my waist, and she turned her back to me. She started popping her fat ass on me, and for some odd reason I didn't stop her. She had on a short ass skirt and a tube top, looking good as hell. I was so caught up in the moment, I didn't even see my surroundings; I had def drank and smoked too much. Chris Brown says in the song, dick harder than a missile, and mine most definitely was. Next thing I know, Christy was pushing April to the floor. April hopped up ready to fight, but Kendreeis grabbed her back. Security then escorted her out.
"Really Kayden?!" Christy yelled with the loud music.
"What? It was just dancing!" I spat back.
"Was it?" she said, looking down at my crotch. My dick was obviously hard, and my white slacks showed it well.
"Christy," was all I said before she walked away.
She looked over her shoulder, and yelled, "Fuck you Kayden."
She walked over and said something to Nic, who got up and started walking out with her. Kendrick followed behind her, and shrugged at me as to say I don't know what to do to help you. Fuck. I walked outside after them, and finally caught up to Christy.
"Christy! I'm sorry ma!" I yelled, ‘cause my drunk ass couldn't think of nothing else to say.
"You sure are nigga!" She yelled back to me as she slid in the backseat of Kendrick's car.
I looked at Kendrick to let him know not to drive off yet. I walked up to the car and opened the door on Christy's side.
"So where you going?" I asked her.
"Don't matter. You worry about where that bitch went," she said, not bothering to look at me. "Kendrick, can you drive please!" she yelled to him.
"Fuck it!" I yelled, slamming her door. I went back inside my party to enjoy myself. I'd have to deal with Christy later. I partied and drank until about 3 a.m. I walked outside for fresh air, and I saw April again. I nodded my head to say what’s up, and as a way to say sorry for her getting pushed on the floor.
"You good enough to drive?" she asked, walking up to me.
"Nah, my girl was supposed to drive me home, but she bounced," I said, rubbing my hand over my face. "I'm waiting for my cousin and his girl to come out, so I can ride with them. My pops already came and got my car for me."
"I can give you a ride," she smiled.
"Nah ma."
"Why not?" she frowned.
"Cause I don't know you like that," I laughed for no reason.
"Well let's smoke a couple blunts while you wait for your cousin," she offered.
I followed her to her car, and got in on the passenger side. I sat and watched her roll two blunts and pull out her lighter. She lit one and took a pull. She blew the smoke out of her sexy lips and smiled at me, flashing her perfect teeth. April was bad as hell; she didn't hold a candle to Christy, but she was damn close. She handed the blunt to me, and I put my hand up.
"Give me the other one. I don't know where your lips been," I half joked.
"Fine with me nigga," she said, smiling and handing me the other blunt. I took a pull and laid my head back on the headrest in her car.
"Where you from?" I asked her. She seemed to pop up out of nowhere. My manager just hit me one day saying that she wanted a song with me. Since she had the right amount of money and her voice was nice, I agreed.
"I'm from, um, Louisiana," she half smiled.
"You sure?" I half joked.
"Yes I'm sure. Where you from?" she asked before taking another pull.
"You know where I'm from," I told her.
"I do?" she raised her brow.
"Yeah, you know everything about me," I smiled, not bothering to look at her.
"How you figure?" I could see her frowning.
"Cause you on a nigga's shit. You like me," I told her ass, straight up.
"You right," she responded, rubbing her hand over my already hard dick.
I didn't stop her as she unzipped my pants. I was so gone off the drink and weed that I wasn't even in my body at the moment. I was definitely on one. She took my dick into her warm mouth, and I moaned slightly. She started bobbing up and down on my shit, and I was ready to cum already. Her mouth was full of spit, and she was a professional at this shit.
"Damn ma," I told her as my stomach started to tense up. She sped up, and started playing with my balls at the same time. I felt like I was in space. I exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed my shit–nasty ass, swallowing from a nigga she don’t know. She licked my dick clean, and sat back up. I looked out the window as I put my dick up, and saw Kendon and Jessica looking for me.
"I'll get at you later, April," I said before hopping out the car and jogging to my cousin. Jessica was looking behind me to see whose car I just got out of. Thank God April had tint, but Jess was still looking at me suspiciously.
When I got home, Christy wasn't there and I was too fucked up to try and find out where she was. I'm sure Kendrick made sure she was safe, wherever she was. I plopped face down on my bed, and passed out fully clothed.
***
I woke up feeling fucked up from being so cross-faded last night. I looked at my phone and had a bunch of calls and texts, but none from Christy.
"Fuck!" I yelled, thinking about how I let April suck me up instead of going after my damn wife. I called her phone and as I suspected, she didn't answer. I got up, showered, and brushed my teeth. I put on some jeans, a t-shirt, and a pull over. I threw on my Jordans and snapback, then headed out the door to Kendrick's spot.
***
"Is Christy her
e?" I asked when Nic answered the door. She shook her head yes and pointed to the den. I walked in, and Christy was watching TV, looking so pretty.
"Sup ma," I said in a low tone.
"Hi," she said, slightly looking at me out the corner of her eye.
"You still mad at me?" I asked, sitting down and kissing her cheek. She didn't respond, and just laughed at the TV. I grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.
"What do you want?!" she spat, frowning up her pretty face and snatching the remote from me.
"You," I said, rubbing her stomach. "And my baby."
She moved my hand off her stomach, "Well it seems like you want that stupid hummingbird hoe," she spat.
I laughed at her mean ass. "You know I only want you. That's why you got that ring on your finger," I said, forcing a kiss on her lips. "Stop being mean to your man," I smiled and bit my lip as she moved her head away from me. Her being mean like this had me horny as fuck.
"Then my man needs to stop acting like he want to be someone else's man. I'm not about to deal with the same bullshit Trenton put me through. Sorry," she said, sipping a glass of water and not looking at me.
"You won't, ma. I didn't even do anything. I wouldn't hurt you like that," I said, trying to erase the head I got from April out my mind. "My dick got hard because I'm a 21 year old man. I'm always hard," I half joked.
She looked over at me, "You promise?" she raised her brow.
"Yeah, I promise ma. I love you," I said, pulling her in my arms and kissing her soft lips back to back. I leaned down to raise her shirt and then kissed her round belly, making her laugh. I tongued her down for a bit, and watched TV with her. I was praying silently that April didn't get the wrong idea and try to start no shit. If she tried to ruin what I had with Christy, I'd have to bring the thug Kayden out, and put the singing one away.
***
“Damn ma,” I moaned in a low tone as Christy rode my dick. I held tightly onto her waist as she looked me in my eyes. She was so sexy, and being pregnant made her pussy better.
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