“A little,” she lied. “Ah,” she cooed softly when I slid inside of her, still sucking on her neck.
I dug her out slowly, clenching my teeth because she was sopping wet. I felt her juices gush out every time I plunged deeply as fuck inside. This swing was the shit because she couldn’t do a fucking thing but take this dick.
“I fucking love you,” I groaned, beating it up. I had her hemmed up against the door and locked in the swing while I pounded her pussy mercilessly.
When we made eye contact, I saw her mouth wide open, unable to make a sound, so I sucked on her lips. Every time I hit her deep, I could hear the shit, and it was driving me crazy. Blaise already had that good shit, but being pregnant only made it crazy good shit.
“Oh… baby.” Her head fell back when she exploded, so I sucked her chin then neck, still gliding in and out of her drenched walls leisurely. I used the swing to bounce her on my dick slowly, making her lick her full lips just before she came.
Gently, I got her out of the swing, chuckling at how hard her legs were shaking from that head and light pussy pound. Lying her down onto the bed, I climbed between her legs and proceeded to make love to her cry baby ass like she wanted.
The next afternoon…
We decided to go out on a boat just so we could see everything around the area. I’d never been up here before, but this was clearly where muthafuckas went to relax, and I saw why. Shit was peaceful as fuck and far from the city life of Los Angeles.
“I’m only wearing this bathing suit because no one out here will see me.” Blaise sat down at the top part of the boat in the two-piece yellow bathing suit. I loved seeing bright colors against her brown skin. “Stop, Cortez!” She laughed when I started taking pictures of her.
“Doesn’t ya mama look perfect, Island?” I picked her up, and she nodded before giggling.
Walking her to the edge, I smiled, seeing her small eyes widen at the scenery we were passing. She was enthralled as fuck.
“This is adorable. I have to post a photo of this,” Blaise said, holding her phone up to take a picture of Island and me.
“You gon’ post that shit?” I frowned.
“Yes, I am.”
“Aight. Don’t get that nigga’s ass beat.”
Chuckling, Blaise shrugged. “He’ll be fine. I can’t go out of my way to make him be a father anymore. So if he doesn’t like the picture, he’ll do something to fix it.”
After the boat ride, we played in the water with Island for a little bit and then went back to the room to get ready to have some food and chill.
The servers were going to bring us dinner up to the room and shit. I couldn’t believe I had enough bread to do shit like this. The fact that spending $250 on a meal didn’t make me flinch was crazy as a muthafucka.
“Oh my gosh.” Blaise stared down at her phone before showing me. I saw on the screen that someone here had taken a photo of her in the bathing suit when we were playing in the water with Island, and sent it to the them fucking blogs. “Now everyone knows for sure that I’m pregnant.”
I pulled my iPhone out, then posted the photo I took of Blaise on the boat now that the cat was out of the bag. She looked beautiful with my son inside of her, and I wanted to show the shit off. It took no time for my comment section and tags to blow up.
“You look good though. And you kept it a secret for a long ass time, so I commend yo’ low-key ass.”
We laughed as Island brushed my fade the wrong fucking way, but I kept my chill.
“I do look good though.” She cocked her head to stare down at the photo.
“I told you that. You should suck my dick before the food comes to thank me.”
“Nigga.” She started laughing. I was serious, but I flashed her pretty ass a smile anyway.
Isabella
The same night… just in Los Angeles…
“Damn, you are beautiful,” Herman whispered in between pecks. We were in his car groping and kissing like teenagers, but I was ready for some dick.
When he reached up under my skirt to grab my panties, I said, “Let’s go to your house.”
“Uh, the back seat is closer.” He started kissing me again.
I pulled away to get in the back seat because I was too horny to keep up this touching and tonguing. Herman joined me, wearing a wide smile. We resumed touching and rubbing all over one another, and once he pulled my panties off, I started unbuckling his jeans.
“Where is the condom?” I moaned, loving the feeling of his lips on my neck.
“I don’t have one, but I’ll pull out.”
“No, I need you to wear one. Why don’t you have any?”
“I haven’t been fucking, so I haven’t had the need to buy any. But come on, Izzy, my pull-out game has been successful since I started having sex.” He smiled, looking so fine.
“Herman, I believe you, but I can’t take the chance. Let’s just do this another time. It’s late, and I have a photo shoot in the morning anyway.”
Sucking his teeth, Herman got off of me and shook his head.
“Aight.”
“Are you mad?”
“Not mad, just horny.”
“Awww.” I laughed before leaning over to kiss him. “Maybe we can see one another tomorrow. Just be armed and ready.”
“For sure. I got a match tomorrow night. I’ll send you the address, and you can come through. I’ll let the door people know you’re on my list.”
“Okay, can’t wait!” I got into the front seat, and he did the same.
Herman drove me to Nichole’s since it was late, and the whole way, I couldn’t stop smiling. I loved having a boxer for a man; it was so sexy to me. He was no Belly yet, but I was sure Herman would work his way up and quickly. And I would be right there on his arm. It would be so perfect. We’d be like one of those fairytale couples, nothing like Belly and Blaise.
I loved them together, but their relationship wasn’t for me. I wasn’t built to deal with hardships and issues. I needed my romances to be smooth sailing like Herman and I at the moment.
“Tomorrow, it’s on. Do your stretches.” Herman winked at me before we pecked, and then I got out of the car.
As I rushed up to Nichole’s, passing a brand-new Range Rover, I saw her peeking out of the window. Of course, she opened the door before I could use my key, and when I stepped inside, I rolled my eyes at the sight of Ian on the couch.
“Who was that?” Nichole inquired.
“A boy. Why is he here?” I pointed right at Ian.
When they first started dating, I liked him because he was respectful, famous, rich, and appeared to really be into my sister. And my feelings toward him stayed that way until Nichole got pregnant.
The way he dodged her for months, and then had the nerve to just come back and propose, made me dislike him. Then to make matters worse, he had the nerve to be in Colorado with another woman, instead of coming home to find out the gender of his baby. I just hated him, and the fact that Nichole wouldn’t leave him made me hate her too.
For as long as I could remember, I’d always looked up to Nichole, even when she was mean to me and had questionable behavior. Yes, I looked up to Blaise, too, and preferred her personality over my sister’s, but at the end of the day, Nichole was my big sister. And before Ian, I thought she was such a strong person, yes shady occasionally, but she wasn’t one a man could fuck over or make a fool out of.
“No, absolutely not, Izzy. If you want to spend the night, there won’t be any of the disrespectful shit.” Nichole stared me in the eyes.
Like a bratty teenager, I grunted and then stormed to the back, ignoring Ian’s calls to me. He still tried to parade around my mother and I as if he was some prince charming, but that ship had sailed.
I slammed the door to the guest bedroom, and sure enough, a couple seconds later, Nichole was entering, scowling.
“It was an accident,” I murmured, a little bit afraid of what she’d come to do. Plus, I didn’t want her to send
me home to my mama at this time of night.
“What the hell is your problem, Izzy? I told you that you cannot talk to him like that.”
“I thought after the Colorado thing, it was over?” I felt myself tearing up. I was way too invested.
Nichole sighed and then glanced off.
“There was no proof that he was messing with her. I think my hormones overwhelmed me.”
“The blogs even put two and two together, Nichole.”
“They don’t know shit! You know how long I’ve been in the public eye? You can make them believe anything you want to with a simple post! He was not there with that girl! He was with his team, and she was with one of them! Yes, she tried to get with him, but he turned her down.”
“Then why did he buy you that Range outside?”
“Because he loves me.”
Dropping my face into my hands, I began to cry. I hated how emotional I was. I heard Nichole grunt before coming to sit next to me on the bed.
“Leave him, Nichole.” I sobbed.
“Izzy, stop it, please.” She rubbed my back before bringing me into a hug. “I’m fine. He’s not doing anything, okay? If he were, I would be gone.”
“You promise?” I picked my head up.
“I promise. Now who was the boy that dropped you off?”
I started smiling as I wiped my wet eyes.
“That boxer I told you about, Herman.”
“Oh, him.” She rolled her eyes. “I did look into him, and yes, he’s broke as fuck. He makes about $4,500 a fight on a good night. He’s also popular with the ladies.”
“Must be the wrong Herman. The money part sounds true, but not the ladies’ man crap.”
“Last name is Shire, right?”
“Yes.” I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Then I have the right one.” She got up. “Get rid of his ass, or use him to meet someone with Belly’s status. You’re too pretty, and your body is too fine to be busting it open for a broke nigga, especially one who is going to fuck around on you.”
“You have him all wrong. I want you to meet him.”
“I don’t associate with poor folk, but you can bring him home to Mama if you’d like. Just don’t call me when his indigent ass is borrowing money from you to buy condoms to fuck other girls.”
With a smile, as if she were satisfied with her comment, Nichole left me to my lonesome. She was not about to come between Herman and me.
When I’d woken up this morning, I had a text from Herman, asking for my email. After I gave it to him, an electronic ticket for tonight came through, exciting the hell out of me.
I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I got up to brush my teeth and take a hot shower because I wanted to hit the mall and nail shop.
I’d been to one of Herman’s fights before, but this time, I wanted to be the star in the room. Last time, there were so many women in tight short dresses with stilettos on that I felt like a lesbian in my jeans and top. This time though, I was going to be turning heads in that bitch. I planned to get a few fits since Herman fought a lot more frequently than Belly due to his level and the pay he received per event.
“Good morning.” Ian entered the kitchen as I sat at the table, stuffing my face with oatmeal covered in blueberries.
“Morning,” I replied dryly, watching him make some nasty looking protein drink.
When he was done, he filled up a sports bottle and took a sip. Leaning on the counter, he said, “Isabella, I know you don’t like me, but I want you to know that I’m going to do my best to change that. I love your sister, and I want to marry her.”
“Whatever.”
He nodded, sighing out of frustration.
“Why you up this early, dressed?”
“Why are you up so early?”
“Gotta hit the gym in about an hour. Your turn.”
Rolling my eyes, I scooped the last bit of oatmeal into my mouth and said, “Going to the mall. I need a new outfit for my man’s match tonight.”
“Match? He boxes?”
“Yep.”
“Dope. Well here is some cash to get you started.” Ian reached into his sweat pocket and peeled off a super thick stack of one hundred-dollar bills. I would have been a fool to say no.
“Thanks!” I snatched it and rushed out, leaving my empty bowl on the table.
I hit the bank to deposit the money because I didn’t like using one hundred-dollar bills at places. Once the money was in my account, I looked over my receipt from the teller to see that nigga had given me ten racks. Ian was cool peoples for the moment.
Instead of going to Del Amo Mall as planned, I hit up the Beverly Center, where all the luxury designer stores were. I got a few things from Gucci and YSL that I’d been eyeing, then I went to some cheaper places like H&M and Express for my actual outfit. I still had some cash left over, a lot actually since I already had my own money in my bank, so I went to Fendi to get a belt bag before going home.
After the mall, I went to the nail shop, and by the time I got out of there from getting the works, it was time to go home to shower and get dolled up. I went to my mother’s, since that’s where my makeup and things were.
It was 6 p.m. when I was completely ready to walk out of the door. Herman’s match was at some small boxing venue, and when I pulled up to park, I saw a nice lengthy line outside.
“Look at my man bringing in the fans,” I said to myself as I switched up the sidewalk, wanting to kill myself for wearing YSL heels to this. They were perfect but hurt.
“Young lady, please get in the line,” the man at the door said to me sternly.
“I’m on Herman Shire’s guest list. Isabella Carriage. Look it up.”
Giving me a skeptical look, the doorman peered down at his list, then once he found my name, he asked, “Identification, Miss Carriage?”
I proudly flashed him my ID, so he highlighted my name, scanned my e-ticket, and then allowed me inside.
The place was grungy looking, and the hallway to the actual fighting room smelled like beer, with a tinge of piss. But Herman wasn’t at the level where he could fight in huge stadiums like Belly.
As soon as I entered the room, I got anxiety from seeing all these unfamiliar faces. I wished my friend Grace could have come, but she didn’t want to since Belly wouldn’t be here.
“Isabella.”
I heard my name, and when I scanned the area, I spotted Judd. I hated that he used my full name and not Izzy. Short men were annoying.
“Hey.” I walked over since he was the only person I knew. The way he looked at me, as if I was the best thing he’d ever seen, made me feel some type of way. I guess I enjoyed being admired, even if I didn’t like the man doing the admiring.
“You can sit right here by me if you want to.”
“Umm, Judd, look, I know you like me, but I’m with Herman, and it’s serious.”
“Wow, already? You just met him.”
“That’s none of your business, and time means nothing.”
“My bad. But all I did was offer you a seat. I ain’t ask for your number or no shit like that.”
“I know.” I shrugged, feeling slightly stupid. “I just wanted to be sure you understood me.” I looked around before taking a seat. “You know where Herman is?”
“In the back. The fight is gonna start in ten minutes. I’m gonna go to the concessions. You want something?”
“No.”
“You sure? The fight can get long, and they have some good ass hotdogs.” Judd grinned. Hmm, he was kind of cute.
“Okay, okay fine.” I smiled softly, and he nodded before walking off.
Right when the lights lowered, Judd had returned with my hotdog and a water bottle for me. He also brought some candy, which I thought was nice.
Once they announced my man Herman, I watched his sexy ass come out and made sure to distance myself from Judd as much as I could. I didn’t want him thinking his friend and I were flirting at all.
The fight lasted
about an hour, with Herman coming out on top. Judd explained that he won because the referee determined his opponent couldn’t endure anymore punches. He said it wasn’t a KO, which I thought was the only way you could win. Shows I didn’t know shit about the sport.
“I can take you to the back where Herman is,” Judd offered me. We’d been waiting for what was comparable to a lifetime for him to come out now that people were leaving.
“Could you?”
Judd nodded and reached his hand down to help me up, but I didn’t use it.
“Why are you looking me up and down?” Judd quizzed as we walked.
“I thought I’d be taller than you with heels on.”
“Wow. I’m actually over average height for a man.”
“No, you are not six feet.”
“Average height is five feet nine. I’m five feet ten. Do ya research. And you’re short as fuck. Why would you be taller than me just ’cause of some damn heels?”
“I don’t know. I thought you were five feet six.”
“Fuck out of here.”
We both laughed just as we reached the room that I guess Herman was dressing in. Judd knocked on the door for me, and right when he did, I heard a woman moaning from behind it.
“Give me five minutes!” Herman shouted as the girl continued to squeal.
“Uh, you want me to—”
“No, no, I think I just started my period, so I’m going to leave.” I cut Judd off and turned around to walk away. I was so embarrassed. That speech I’d given Judd earlier about Herman being my man had me looking so stupid.
“Isabella!” Judd called me, and I heard him running after me. I couldn’t escape because I didn’t know how to get out from back here. “The exit is this way.”
I looked over my shoulder and then begrudgingly turned to head over to where Judd was. He pushed the heavy dirty door outward for me, so I stepped into the cold air.
“Thank you, Judd. And can you please not mention that I was here? I just… I… just don’t say anything about me being here.”
“Isabella—”
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