Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  “What’s the difference in being honest with him now?”

  “Because I need to be in his face so I can put it on him after the news. That will help him accept this better.”

  “Nichole, Ian is a grown ass man, and I’m sure he knows fucking with no condom can result in a baby. You shouldn’t have to coddle him to make him accept anything. Whether he likes the news or not, the baby has been made, and it’s coming. He’ll get over it.”

  “Yes, but I don’t want him to get over me. Can you just do it, Blaise? I mean, what’s the problem? You’re acting like I’m trying to fake a pregnancy and like I won’t eventually tell him.”

  “Nichole, I just can’t do it, and I won’t do it. I won’t assist you in babying a grown ass man who willingly slept with you with no protection. He’s twenty-eight years old and rich as fuck; one baby won’t kill him.”

  “Fine, I’ll just… I don’t know.” I turned to look down at the menu. I knew Blaise was still watching me. I didn’t get why she couldn’t do this; it was harmless.

  I felt her touch my hand, so I looked up from reading about the chicken dish.

  “Be honest with him, and if he decides to leave you, then you don’t want him anyway. If he’s a real man, he’ll accept this and help you raise the baby.”

  “Thanks.”

  That was the difference between Blaise and I, despite so many similarities. She had this idea in her head that she didn’t need a man and could be perfectly fine without one. Me, on the other hand, I knew I needed dick on a consistent basis, right along with companionship.

  For the rest of the dinner, we didn’t talk about my request, and everything seemed to be cool. I had faith Blaise and I could get back close.

  One week later…

  I was currently in Atlanta with Will. We’d been getting pretty cozy since Ian decided he needed to stay out of town for a couple more days. I knew it was because of the baby news, and it made me feel physically sick thinking I’d lost him. Ian had been the biggest fish I’d ever caught, and I couldn’t lose him. On the bright side, I was enjoying Will, especially the twenty-four-seven dick downs I was receiving.

  “This room right here is ours.” Will opened the bedroom door.

  We were staying in some mansion that the people who flew Belly out were renting for him. Speaking of Belly, he’d given me no attention since he’d seen me. I knew he was feeling some type of way about the fact that Will brought me, but that was too bad. I’d heard him whispering to Will about something, but whatever it was clearly didn’t work, because Will’s attitude toward me hadn’t changed at all today.

  I was happy to know we’d all be sleeping in the same house and that Blaise wasn’t here, so I’d finally get my chance to sample what Belly was working with.

  I know it sounded bad because I was trying to mend my friendship with Blaise, and she and him were back together, but she knew what type of nigga she had. If she wanted to be with Belly, she needed to accept that bitches would be wanting to fuck him, and sometimes he would indulge. Blaise was delusional if she thought she could turn Belly into some faithful nigga. It was actually laughable. I applauded him for showing her off these days and acting as if he was doing right though.

  “This place is nice. Do you know who it belongs to?” I inquired, placing my Birkin bag on the bed as Will put my luggage in the corner.

  “Not at all. All I know is I get emails of where I need to be, when I need to be there, and a paid for ticket.”

  “I see.” I plopped down on the plush bed, prompting Will to come over to me, wedging himself between my legs.

  KNOCK! KNOCK!

  One of them ContraBandz niggas peeked in, Ozzy, and asked, “Aye, we about to hit the strip club, you coming?”

  Looking over his shoulder, Will replied, “Nah, we gon’ chill here.”

  “I don’t mind. I actually like strip clubs,” I chimed in. I did want to go out, especially because I knew Belly would be there and drinking.

  “Nah, I wanna stay home.” Will attacked my neck.

  Ozzy backed out of the room, closing the door to leave Will and I to our business.

  Some odd hours later… Around 2 a.m.…

  I heard some ruckus, so I knew Belly, his brother, and friends were home. Glancing over at Will, I made sure he was knocked out then went to put on the lingerie outfit I’d purchased just for this trip. I’d already showered after Will and I had sex, so I was good to go.

  Before the men could make it upstairs to the rooms, I rushed to the one belonging to Belly, set my phone inside some weird centerpiece, then hit record before slipping into the closet. I got there just in time, because I heard Belly come into his bedroom and close the door. I licked my lips when he pulled his shirt off, exposing his deep complexion and chiseled chest covered in tattoos up at the top.

  “Shit,” he mumbled, pulling his phone from his pocket and sitting down. He tapped something, making me roll my eyes, and put the phone to his face. “You sleep?” Whatever the response was, it made him smile widely. “This nigga Will brought burnt out pussy Nichole.” My stomach clenched hearing him say such a thing and then follow it with a laugh; I could tell the other person was chuckling with him. I continued to listen, not caring who it was until he asked, “How is the baby?” My ears perked up thinking I’d have something to deliver to Blaise, until he ended the call with, “I love you, Blaise.”

  My heart rate sped up rapidly. I didn’t know if I was just surprised or if I was jealous; maybe both. I watched through the closet door, him stand up and head to the bathroom. He peed loudly and for forever, then I could hear him brush and rinse with Listerine. By the time he’d finished his shower, I was irritated, but still in the mood for some dick. Especially now that I knew Blaise was pregnant… I mean, unless he was asking about Island, which I doubted. It made sense as to why she wouldn’t do me that favor.

  As soon as I saw him come out in his boxers, I emerged from the closet.

  “Have fun tonight?” I purred.

  He whipped around and shook his head when he saw me, before chuckling.

  “You ’bout one of the thirstiest females I don’ ever run across.” He laid back on the bed, so I walked closer. “Take yo’ ass back to Will’s room.”

  “I will in a second. But I wanted to spend some time with you.” I placed one leg on the bed so he could see through the lace material covering my pussy.

  “Next time you wanna put yo’ shit out there, make sure yo’ pussy pops a breath mint. Shit is smelling like expired swordfish.” Knocking my leg off the bed roughly, he gritted, “Get the fuck out my room ’fore I choke yo’ ass up a wall for offering me that passed around ass swamp puss.”

  My jaw dropped, hearing him insult me. I’d run across many men that were hard to get, but once I got them alone, they always fell at my feet. So this caught me off guard.

  “Belly—”

  When he sat up slowly like a serial killer, I backed away quickly and then turned around to leave. I would slip in tomorrow morning after he left to get my phone.

  Either Belly would eventually fuck me, or I would fuck his world up.

  Manny

  Alivia had been staying with me for a minute now, and so far, I’d been playing it cool like I wasn’t interested in her, but I think the way I felt about her had only gotten stronger. Seeing her every day, dressed up and sometimes dressed down, had me feeling like we were already in a relationship, minus the intimacy. But tonight, I was gon’ make a move on her ass. I wanted to be sure I got her comfortable in my spot first.

  At the moment, she was taking a shower, so I climbed out of my bed once I heard the water stop running. Checking myself out in the full-length mirror, I took some cologne and spritzed my chest a few times, popped an Altoid, and then stepped out.

  It was a little past 10 p.m., and for some reason, Alivia always took a shower at this time unless she had a deejay job or something along those lines.

  Standing outside, I swear an hour passed since t
he water had been cut off before she finally pulled the door open.

  “Ah!” she screamed, jumping back and holding her towel up. She immediately slammed the door back. “Oh my gosh. I thought you were asleep!” she hollered from behind it.

  “Nah. Why the fuck would I be asleep at 10 p.m.?”

  “I don’t know! You’re never around when I shower at night!” It was quiet and then she added, “Can you please go away so that I can come out and change into some clothes.”

  “Aight.”

  I dipped down the hall and around the corner. A few seconds later, I heard Alivia leave the bathroom and go to the room. I decided to make myself a drink, while checking my messages, and saw I had some missed calls and texts from Jasmine.

  She wanted me to start helping Jasiel with his homework more, but I wasn’t sure if I could come through tomorrow. I had plans to get Alivia to let me take her out, and if she agreed, I couldn’t make it. I knew that sounded bad, but what the fuck was the difference in me helping Jasiel versus Jasmine? Her ass just wanted a reason to have me over there. I guess she and her new nigga weren’t working out. I smirked to myself at the thought, polished off my drink, then headed to the back where Alivia was.

  I knocked lightly on her door, so she hollered, “Yes?”

  “Aye, can I come in?”

  “For what?”

  Chuckling, I replied, “To see you and talk to you.”

  Silence fell over us before she replied with, “Okay.”

  Opening the door, I slipped in to see her in the dark with some candle burning. It smelled like Christmas trees, which wasn’t too nice, but I wasn’t tripping. Alivia had on this dress she always wore to bed that hugged her body around her hips, making my tongue glide across my bottom lip. I noticed she was on her computer, apparently putting together a playlist for her next gig, I guess.

  “What you doing?” I still quizzed, despite having an inkling.

  “Working. Same thing I always do.”

  “We should go out instead.”

  “Umm, no. I’m not really in a partying mood.”

  “How are you not in a partying mood, when you go to clubs and parties for a living? You should always be ready to turn up.” I laughed.

  “No. Because I’m always there, functions don’t excite me too much.”

  “I get it.” I sat down on the guest bed. “I mean, we can go eat or something. I haven’t seen you eat all day. Plus, I’ve been begging to take you out to dinner instead of brunch or breakfast.”

  She turned away from her computer screen to look down at my hardwood flooring.

  “Where would we go? It’s late.”

  My insides were burning up with fucking excitement knowing her fine ass had agreed to come out with me.

  “Plenty of places, baby. This is LA. Plus, my name means something, so even if it ain’t available, I can make it available.”

  Giggling, she said, “You mean Belly’s name means something, and you reap the benefits.”

  “Either way, I get what I want.” I stood back up. “Get dressed, and then we can head out.”

  “Okay.”

  I left her bedroom and pulled out all the nicest shit I had. I wasn’t gon’ wear a suit, but I was surely gon’ wear the newest shit I’d recently purchased on my last shopping trip. Once I was Givenchy down to my damn shoes, minus the socks, which were Gucci, I put on some jewelry and then went to check on Alivia. To my surprise, she was already in the living room, in a dress with some boots that went all the way up. When she rose, I had to adjust my dick because I knew if she saw I was getting hard, this date would be over before it started.

  “Damn, you look nice.” I walked to the front door.

  “Thanks.”

  I opened the door, and before I stepped out, I stopped myself and gestured for Alivia to walk out first. I had to remember she liked that type of shit. I did the same when we got to my Lexus. I let her control the music the whole drive since she did that for a living and I trusted her. The many bitches I’d dated in the past could never touch my stereo, because all they wanted to listen to was soft shit that had me dozing off on the freeway.

  We finally pulled up to this spot named 25 Degrees, out in Hollywood, which was like a burger spot/bar. It was perfect because I surely wanted to get some liquor in Alivia’s system.

  “This is actually pretty nice and cozy,” Alivia commented once we were seated across from one another in the booth. “When you mentioned we were going to a burger joint on the way here, I was imagining Fat Burger.”

  “I’m not that out of the loop when it comes to women.” I laughed, and she nodded with a smile, removing her leather jacket.

  “How are we doing tonight?” The waitress approached.

  “Good,” Alivia and I responded together.

  “Can I start you guys with drinks?”

  I ordered a beer, and when Alivia got the same thing, it caught me off guard. I expected her to get wine or something.

  “You drink beer?” I inquired.

  Shrugging, she replied, “Occasionally. I drink whatever I’m in the mood for, and I think beers go best with burgers.”

  I smirked at her, and she did the same.

  “I won’t get any shit from Yono for taking you out tonight, will I?” I knew she said they were done, but I wanted to be sure she wasn’t still interested. The last thing I needed was to be thinking she was mine then find out on social media that she wasn’t, like the last time.

  “This isn’t a date, Manny, but even if it was, no, he wouldn’t care at all; trust me.”

  “If you don’t mind telling me, why did y’all break up? Shit, the way he had you smiling, I thought y’all would be married by now.”

  The beers came, and since the tops were already popped off, I took a long gulp, awaiting Alivia’s answer.

  “We were just on two different pages. At the end of the day, he’s a liar and a manipulator.” She drank some of her beer, keeping eye contact with me. “I don’t like men who lie.”

  “No one likes liars.”

  “I’m glad you agree. You seem like the lying ass nigga type, but I guess I was wrong. You don’t have any secrets, do you?”

  “No. Why the fuck would you ask me that?” I got defensive immediately, wondering if I’d somehow slipped up about having a son.

  “Relax, nigga.” She laughed. “I’m joking, but now you have me wondering.”

  “Well, don’t wonder. I’m an open book. You can ask me anything, and I will tell you.”

  “Okay. Do you have a girlfriend hidden somewhere? Kids?”

  “I don’t. I’m single and childless.”

  “Ok, ok, umm, is the house we’re currently living in really yours?”

  “It is.” I chuckled, finding that question comical. “Whose else would it be?”

  “I don’t know. You’ll be surprised the changes men go through for things to appear one way. I dated a guy once who told me his house was his, but it really belonged to his dead grandma, who he still had in one of the bedrooms.”

  “Okay, I don’t know what type of Michael Myers niggas you’ve been dating, but I make good money, great money, so everything you see me with is mine.”

  “Yeah, but it’s obvious you grew up broke.”

  “What?” I felt my face twist. “How the fuck you know how I grew up?”

  “Because everything you’re wearing right now is name brand. You’re trying to show off.”

  “Just because people wear name brands means they grew up broke? That’s dumb as hell. You got a damn Louis Vuitton purse sitting on the table right now.”

  “No, I didn’t say people who wear name brands, just ones who feel the need for every single item to be a name brand. I mean, come on. Gucci socks? They aren’t even comfortable. Get some cheap ones like everyone else.”

  “Fuck you, aight? I like the look.”

  She burst into laughter, so I smiled, seeing her do so.

  We ordered our food soon after, and the conve
rsation was smooth. I wasn’t sure if the beer had loosened her ass up or what, but she was much less frigid than the last time I took her out. She seemed more relaxed. The ride home was cool too, so when we finally got to my spot, I followed her to her bedroom.

  “I’m going to bed,” she let me know as soon as I entered.

  “Right now?”

  “In like an hour.”

  “Aight then. I’ll leave you alone in an hour.” Saying nothing, she removed her jacket and shoes then collapsed onto the large bed, faced down. I took off my shoes as well, then climbed in next to her, making her head pop up. “Can I ask why this is the first time you let me take you out after the sun set?”

  Tossing her short hair to the other side, she sighed. “I told you… I didn’t want to be out at night because… I knew what you were trying to do.”

  “You called me the lying type earlier, but now I feel like yo’ ass is lying.”

  “Ugh.” She growled then got comfortable on her side to look at me. “My parents are very conservative people. In my family, a woman is not supposed to move out until she is married, and she cannot be out with a man late at night unless he’s her husband.”

  “That’s unrealistic though.”

  “No, not really. All of my cousins were subjected to the same rules, and they’re all married now. I’m the only one, with the exception of some of my younger family members, who isn’t hitched. I guess the guys I was picking were the wrong ones for my lifestyle.” She turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “And I lied about my place being remodeled. I had to move out of my parents’ home for not abiding by their rules.”

  “Damn.” I shook my head. “You were on lockdown.”

  “Pretty much.”

  It was quiet for a little bit as I processed what she’d just told me. All this time I assumed she was lying because she was a big ass freak.

  “So are you a virgin or something?” I quizzed.

  “No, I am not. I should be, but I’m not. Now that, I wished I’d listened to my parents on. Sex is good, but I should have waited for someone who was worth it.”