“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed when she laid eyes on her fuck ass baby daddy.
“Aye, nigga!” I barked at him. The music was still going, and people were dancing but paying attention also. “I came to drop yo’ bitch off; she won’t leave me the fuck alone.”
“The fuck?” Five-Star frowned in confusion, looking from me to Liza repeatedly.
“I told her I ain’t wanna fuck, but clearly that won’t stop her ass from trying. So I thought maybe if I delivered yo’ bitch to you, you could get ahold of her ass.”
People were looking like the Scream mask all up and through this bitch, some even recording the shit that was going on. I didn’t give a fuck.
“The fuck you doing with this nigga? And with that hoodie on?” Five-Star hissed, staring down into Liza’s worried ass face.
“No, it wasn’t like that, Jelani.” She cried, trying to pull the hoodie over her head.
“Keep her brick-built ass off my dick, or I’m gon’ slap the fuck out of both of y’all,” was the last thing I said before leaving.
I didn’t mind the video footage being taken earlier with Liza and I leaving, because I knew what I’d just done would ixnay any thoughts muthafuckas had about us; hopefully, Blaise’s too.
Speaking of Blaise, I had the driver drop me off at her spot, and once there, I made my way up, using my key. She was already knocked out, so I hopped in her shower, brushed my teeth, put on some boxers I had stored there, and then slipped into the bed behind her. She tried to move my arms from being around her, but I tightened my grip, kissing her neck.
Turning to me, she said, “You stayed behind to be with them hoes.”
“I didn’t. And they’re fans, baby.”
“No, they wanna fuck you. I could see it in their eyes. Next time I’m gonna have my gun.”
We both laughed.
“Aye, you’re crazy as fuck. But the only female I wanna fuck on is you, so it don’t matter what them skeezers want.”
“I better be the only one. That dick is on lockdown.” She grabbed it in her small hands.
“Shit is too big to get a grip of, huh?”
“I love it though,” she whispered as I tugged down her panties. “I’m still mad at you.”
“I knew yo’ ass would be, that’s why I got you a gift.” I reached for the small cheap ass teddy bear that I’d placed on the nightstand next to my side.
“Awww, it looks a little… weary, like it’s been working all day.” She inspected it.
“That’s ’cause I got the shit from the 76 gas station on the way here.”
Laughing, Blaise shook her head and replied, “I didn’t even know they sold little teddy bears.”
“It was in a sale area from last Valentine’s Day. But you like her, right?”
“Her? This looks like a guy.”
“Nah, it’s a bitch. I wouldn’t pay for another nigga to be in yo’ face and shit, Blaise. This is a female.”
“But he has—” She burst into laughter when I snatched it and tossed it off the bed, onto the floor. “Baby, how are you going to be jealous? You bought it!”
“Nah, because you don’t wanna fucking cooperate. I told you it was a bitch, but you wanna be on some other shit.”
“Okay, you’re right.” She rubbed her nose against mine, still smiling with her mouth closed. “Can you bring her back into the bed now?”
“Nah, she can stay her dike ass down there.”
As Blaise chortled, I finished taking her panties off, while kissing on her warm, sweet-smelling neck.
A couple days later…
“Alright, Khalil, Strauss, we need a picture for promotion. So just face one another please.” The photography director, Phil, waved us into place.
I smirked as both Mason Strauss and I walked up onto the stage portion for the photograph. The irritated look on his face made me smile out of joy. I knew the nigga thought he could have me shot, take me out, and have to fight another nigga that he was sure he could beat. God didn’t want that shit, and neither did I.
“Just two more weeks before you’re no longer the champ, bitch.” I smiled, watching his jaw twist about and his nostrils flare.
“If that’s what you believe. I’m the king and will continue to be, no matter who climbs into the ring, pretty boy,” he spoke lowly, chuckling.
Nodding, I said, “That confidence is what had you pay some nigga to shoot me, huh?” Mason said nothing, so I added, “Exactly, muthafucka. You know it’s a done deal.”
“Gentlemen, please stop moving and talking! We need you to be still for this photo!” the photographer being directed by Phil shouted out.
“Then how about you hurry the fuck up? I got shit to do before I become the official champ.”
“Yes, sir,” Phil replied.
Turning my body back toward Mason, we stayed silent, him glaring, and me beaming as several photos were taken. A few minutes later, we were free to go, so I unbuttoned the very top of this damn business shirt. I hated wearing this shit, but it was pivotal for certain promo activities.
As I walked out, my phone began vibrating in my hand, so I looked down to see Sienna’s name. She was the least problematic when it came to my ex bitches, during me fucking her and after I stopped, so I wasn’t as callous when it came to her.
“What?” I answered, sliding into the driver’s side of my car.
Immediately, her background caught me off guard, because it was a nigga yelling and apparently throwing shit.
“He-he’s here, Cortez.” Sienna cried.
“What? Who? Where the fuck you at?”
“Home. West is here, and he broke my nose, I think,” she wailed. “I’m in the closet.”
“Stay in there, Sienna. I’m coming.” I hung up the phone and shook my head before starting my shit and peeling off.
I got to her condo building in Koreatown and hit the stairs because the fuck ass elevator always took too damn long. Rushing down the hall once I got off, I attempted to twist the doorknob, but it was locked. Since I had my gun on me, I hit the shit hard as fuck until it fell out of its socket, then pushed the door open. As soon as I stepped inside, West paused his rant to stare me down. I shut the broken door behind me, then made my way over to him.
“Aye, man, you—”
WHAM!
I wasted no time. Before I even stopped walking, I hit his ass right in the face, sending two teeth out onto the floor, and making him crouch down before stumbling into the entertainment center. Right when he got enough strength to stand up straight, I hit his ass again, and he fell into the recliner, obviously going in and out of consciousness.
“You like hitting females, right? After I told yo’ bitch ass to leave her alone.” I nodded, going into Sienna’s kitchen to grab two plastic grocery bags.
“Ple-please, man,” he slurred, face already swelling and mouth now missing a total of three teeth.
Walking back over, I slipped the bags over his head, tying it tightly. He began wailing as much as his weak ass could, before I created a hole on the area where his mouth was. He panted heavily once the puncture was made, as I removed the gun West had from his waist, realizing I had no fucking silencer to put on it.
Looking around, I spotted a kitchen towel, so I wrapped it around the gun and my hand, before slipping the tip into West’s mouth. He began panicking, but before he could do shit else, I pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter splattered onto the inside of the plastic bags, as I wiped the gun off and dropped it into his lap.
Walking to the back bedroom, I tried to open the door, but it was locked.
“Sienna, it’s me, Cortez.”
A few moments later, I heard her opening the door, and when she saw me she hugged me tightly.
“Is he gone? Did he leave? I can’t stay here, Cortez. He’ll come back,” she cried, nose bloody as fuck.
“Nah, he won’t be coming back.” I led her to the bathroom. “Let’s clean up ya fucking nose.”
“Okay.” Sh
e sat down on the toilet. “Is he dead?” she asked as I looked through her medicine cabinet, grabbing what I needed. I didn’t respond, so she caught my drift.
It was quiet as I doctored her nose up, and once I was done, I sighed. “It’s not broken. I told you he hits like a bitch.”
“You did.” She snickered, standing.
I followed her to the bedroom, and when we were in, she turned to lean up and kiss me, but I moved my head.
“You know I don’t fuck with you on that tip no more.”
“What did I do?” she whimpered, eyes bouncing around mine.
“Nothing. I’m with Blaise.”
“So what?” Tears pooled in her eyes just before dripping down her cheeks. “You’ve been with Blaise for a while now and that hasn’t stopped anything.”
“Well ever since her birthday, it’s been a different fucking story, aight? It’s just me and her, that’s it.”
“Cortez, why?” She sobbed. “You can’t love her the way you love me. I love you more than she does; you just met her.”
“I didn’t just meet her. And I told yo’ ass I got love for you, but I ain’t in love with you. I’m in love with Blaise, and I’m not fucking with no other bitches but her.”
“For how long?”
Frustrated, I plopped down onto her bed, dropping my face into my hands. Sienna joined me, rubbing my shoulder, which I eventually stopped her from doing.
“Sienna, shit is different now.” I looked her dead in the eyes. “The shit we had is over with forever. You understand me?” I tried to be gentle with my damn explanation, only because Sienna’s mental state had always been faulty. The smallest shit would have her about to jump off a ledge.
“It doesn’t have to be. If she won’t share, then I can keep quiet. I never give you problems, Cortez, that’s why you always said you liked me best.” She smiled with her crazy ass.
“I did say that.” I nodded. Why the fuck did I tell her that shit? Maybe because I was inside the pussy. “Now though, I love Blaise, and I like her best. And me having Blaise means I can’t have shit else. And I don’t want shit else, including you, Kharla, and every fucking body.”
“Baby, no, we can figure—”
“Sienna!” I barked. “I’m not gon’ tell yo’ ass again, that the shit between us is a wrap! If you can’t get that shit through ya muthafuckin’ head, I’ll split that shit open. You got me?” Shaking her head as tears rolled down her cheeks, she turned to fall onto her stomach, shoving her face into the pillow as she cried like a fucking newborn. I sat there for a couple minutes before adding, “Me and some people gon’ come through to clean that nigga out later.”
Without another word, I left her ass just like that.
Hopefully she understood what the fuck I said, because I wasn’t playing with her unstable ass.
Nichole Carriage
“Is it possible for you to tell me who the father of my child is before I have it?” I asked my doctor when she came into the room.
I wasn’t due for another checkup for a minute, but the thought of who’d fathered my child was weighing heavily on me. Thankfully it was only out of two men, and two well-paid niggas at that.
“You mean like an actual test?”
“I don’t know, I guess.”
“Well we can do one, but it isn’t safe, Miss Carriage. If you can, I would recommend waiting until you give birth to have one done.”
“Okay, but what if the men want to know now? And I’m going to need help with caring for my baby,” I half lied.
I was doing well financially. Hell, Instagram paid more than people thought. Sometimes I got up to $15,000 for a simple post, or double that to show up at a club and look cute. However, both Will and Ian made more than me, so I wasn’t about to blow through my cash buying everything for my baby and letting them off the hook.
Taking a seat, my doctor asked, “How many possible fathers is it?”
I could see in her face that she was judging me. She probably had been with the same man for thirty years and had six children. The thought of only knowing one dick made me sick to my stomach.
“Look, I know I’m probably the first pregnant woman to have this issue but—” I stopped when the doctor began chuckling.
“Honey, no. You are far from the first. This happens a lot more than you think, and it doesn’t mean the woman is promiscuous. Sometimes we break up with one guy, meet a new one, and sleep with him. Sometimes we’ve been pregnant longer than we know, so we believe it belongs to a new man. It’s fine.
But like I said, I wouldn’t suggest getting the test done until you’ve given birth. Now you could let both men know that it’s possible they’re the father, and if they could, help minimally. Or, if you remember when you had sex with who, that could be helpful.”
“Helpful how?” I was intrigued.
Opening up my file, she showed me a calendar.
“This is the week you got pregnant. Do you remember who you slept with? Or was it both men?”
“Nope, it was only one. This is perfect. Thank you.” I smiled.
I was gonna be happy either way, because it wasn’t like I slept with some unknown broke nigga. My baby daddy, whether Will or Ian, was a win for me. Knowing who the dad was now though had me smiling from ear to ear.
I finished up my appointment, and when I left out into the waiting room, I saw Helen. I’d asked her to come with me because lately, I’d been slightly afraid to go out alone. Blaise basically had a damn price on my head, and I didn’t want to run into her while out minding my business.
I’d seen Blaise fight before, but feeling it that day in the car was another story. Would I still fuck Belly if given the chance? Yes, most likely. I knew the dick was bomb, and just having it one time was worth an ass whooping.
“So is she gonna test you?” Helen inquired.
I let her believe Belly was a possible candidate.
“No. We used process of elimination in a sense. She narrowed it down to the week I got pregnant, and I know who the father is now.”
“Damn, so who is it?”
“Somebody with money.” I giggled, and so did she.
“Bitch, that’s all three of them niggas.” She shook her head, getting onto the freeway. “So since you only have feelings for two of them, can you help me with the third?”
“I don’t have feelings for any of them niggas,” I lied. I definitely felt something for my baby daddy, especially now that I was sure it was his baby in my womb.
“Oh, well I’m talking about Belly.”
“I thought you already fucked him?” I knew her ass was lying when she first said the shit.
“Okay, I didn’t, but I want to.”
“What made you want to all of a sudden?”
“All of a sudden? I’ve always had a thing for him, even long before Blaise came along.”
“No, I mean recently. I haven’t heard you mention wanting the dick until, well, now.”
“Oh, I’ve been hanging with Megyn a little bit. Girl, she got another tattoo, but of the nigga’s real name this time.
Also, I eavesdropped on her and Zara’s conversation, and she was telling her how good the dick was. She said after only one time, she was sprung, looking up baby names, and stalking his social media. And bitch, she was not smiling when she said it, so it wasn’t a joke. Claims she came so many times on his big dick that her body was limp.”
As Helen talked, my clit began to throb at the thought. I felt like that bitch that sat front row at the Five Heartbeats show when they sang “A Heart is a House for Love”. And it seemed I was hornier now that I was pregnant. Why wouldn’t this nigga just fuck me so I could leave him alone?
“I mean, the dick is bomb. But you know he still hits me up.” I pulled myself from my salacious thoughts. “I guess our one encounter has him sprung.”
“Even now?”
“Yes, even now. All that in love with Blaise bullshit is just to make her stupid ass happy. He’s still fuckin
g different bitches and trying for another round with me. I’ve been turning him down because of the baby, not being sure if it was his; it’s not though.”
“Wow, I knew him being faithful was all lies. Blaise believes it too; she always thinks she’s special.” Helen got quiet. “Well since he ain’t ya baby father, put in a good word for me.”
“Belly doesn’t like random hookups. I’ll have to meet him, and you can come with. We get him comfortable with you, and then I can bounce if he’ll let me.”
“Hmm, okay, that’s fine with me. Shit, you can stay in the damn room if you have to. I’ll be too busy riding that dick or taking them back shots to notice.”
We both burst into laughter.
“I got you. I just have to pull some strings.”
“Let me know if you need help. I don’t even see how we’ll do it. Blaise is always with him when she’s not on set.”
I rolled my eyes at both thoughts. Blaise booking that big ass TV show annoyed me for some reason. Also the fact that Belly kept her by his side was infuriating as well.
“Girl, a nigga like Belly always finds a way. He can fuck Blaise’s pregnant ass to sleep and then come out with us.”
“Right, and she can’t fuck him how he needs to be fucked while pregnant, so he needs this. She should be thankful to us.” Helen chortled.
“For real. Let that fine ass nigga enjoy some side pussy. Once she gives birth and heals, she can have him back for a tiny bit.”
We both roared with laughter as Helen switched freeways.
Me: It’s your baby. I have proof. Cut off the prostitutes and start saving your coins nigga.
Will: Proof how?
I declined to respond as I locked my phone with a smile.
Now all I had to do was catch Belly slipping. I heard he wasn’t a drinker or smoker before fights, so once he fought Mason Strauss, I would be on the lookout for his ass.
I was invited to a luncheon this afternoon and was getting paid to appear. I let the event organizers know I needed hefty security just in case Blaise showed up. If she did, she wouldn’t be able to touch me.
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