by B. , Ivory
“We need to talk. Carlos we got issues.” Los froze. Why she gotta start? Everything is fine, we together again. I just wanna put things behind us and forget about it, why can’t she? He thought to himself. “A’ight,” Los said looking at her with pitiful eyes. “Uhh I can’t stand him. Why he have to be giving me those puppy dog eyes? Lucky thought to herself. “I wanna know everything. I want to know how many of them there were. How many times? When? Where? I mean everything.” Lucky didn’t want to torture herself, however, she felt in her heart she couldn’t forgive him and move on if she didn’t have full disclosure of what he did.
“Lucky, baby girl I don’t think…” “Don’t think what?! Carlos don’t play with me. Tell me what I want to know,” Lucky hissed. Los blew a hard breath “A’ight, how you want this straight with no chaser? Or with a little coke to make it go down easier?” Lucky looked him dead in his eyes, “I want it straight.” For over an hour Los gave her what she wanted. He felt like Usher in the song confessions. It pained him that every time he told her about one indiscretion after another she cringed with silent tears streaming down her face.
“Baby girl I’m…” Los started to apologize again but wasn’t expecting the raft of Lucky’s rage. “Muthafucka! I should stab you with this fuckin fork!” Lucky growled. She was shaking, she was so upset. “Nigga you been fuckin other bitches on me from the beginning! You fucked that bitch Shyanne the same day I first gave myself to you, that ain't mean shit to you though. I was just another quick nut to you right? And when we got back right with each other after your birthday within a month from the vacation we took to Mexico you were still cheating! Nigga I feel like killing you!” Lucky shot up from her chair and so did Los. He stepped backwards trying to put some distance between himself and Lucky standing there gripping that fork with a shaky hand. “I couldn’t even do shit to you because I love you too much!” Lucky sobbed. “What? Why Carlos? Am I not pretty enough? I’m not light enough?” Lucky screamed comparing herself to Shyanne who was light complexed. “Carlos! What’s wrong with me?! Am I too skinny?” she compared herself to Shyanne, Carmen, and the other women that were at the club that Shyanne said he was fucking. By now Lucky was hysterical she had dropped the fork and was screaming. “What? Carlos is it my hair?! Is it too long? Is it too dark?” She pulled at her hair hard as if she was going to pull it out. “What’s wrong?! I’ll cut it, I’ll dye it. I’ll put contacts in. Carlos tell me why I’m not enough for you!” Lucky screamed crying hysterically while yanking at her hair like a mad woman. Los rushed over to her “It ain’t you, it’s me.” He pleaded, reaching up prying Lucky’s hands out of her own head. Los grabbed her up in a firm hug blinking back tears himself. Lucky collapsed in his arms breaking down crying into his chest. “I gave you all of me. I don’t deserve this, I’m so broken,” Lucky admitted through sobs as Los held onto her tight. It hurt him that he had hurt Lucky this bad. “Carlos you making me go crazy!” Lucky yelled into his chest through tears. Carlos held her tight with his face buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent what he had missed for so long. Lucky pulled away looking into his eyes. “I can’t do this Carlos, I can’t…I thought I could, but I can’t,” Lucky said wiping tears away and pacing back and forth. Carlos heart stopped beating momentarily, he couldn’t lose her. He had never begged a woman in his life but for Lucky he would get on some Keith Sweat shit quick, he would do anything. “I’m sorry baby. I swear to god I’ll change. I fouled up Luck, I know, just give me another chance. None of them bitches meant shit to me, you know that, but you my whole world baby girl,” Los pleaded with misty eyes. “Please Lucky, I love you so much” Los repeated as he wrapped his arms around her causing her to crumble like a cookie on contact. Lucky looked up into his pretty brown eyes and believed in his words. She just hoped he meant them.
Resentment
A week and a half later Lucky was back in Scottsdale while Los was out handling business. So he said, but Lucky couldn’t help her mind from thinking he was cheating. Things had been strained between them but if they thought things were rough now they had no idea that things would get even worst. Usually Lucky and Los fucked like rabbits but as of late Lucky found it hard to be intimate with him. Every time she thought about his betrayal it just turned her off and she couldn’t bring herself to sex him. She was a little scared about depriving him, she feared that if she deprived him long enough he might go astray. Then she told herself that he promised to change and if he loved her he would wait until she was ready and not push. That’s exactly what Los did, he waited he didn’t push. He figured the situation would be hard for Lucky, so he was trying to be patient but he was hornier than a muthafucka. Lucky was way too beautiful for any man to be around and not get horny.
Lucky was sitting outside in the Jacuzzi she decided she wanted to sit outside on this nice night instead of using either of the two Jacuzzi’s inside the house. Lucky had gone through with her and Los’s original plans and moved in one hundred percent to Scottsdale. Now that she was officially done with school and just waiting on her graduation ceremony which was the following week, she had Cathy list her condo and to her surprise it sat on the market for all of a week before getting three different offers. The condominium complex she lived in was a highly desired complex. It was very posh and a magnet for young professionals, with all the updates that Los did to the condo by adding the new addition to the basement Lucky was going to get top dollar for her condo.
She was in deep deliberation about reinvesting her money into another condo or row house in Philly but Los insisted that she didn’t. Truthfully, he was afraid that she would leave him if she got her own spot. He told her to just stack her money and don’t worry about investing in another place she had a place to call home. Her bank accounts were already bulging. She had her own before Los came along from the bank account Matoo started her and Ty off with. And the fact that she paid no mortgage when she worked only taxes and insurance she was able to save. When Los came along he paid for everything and kept her drowned in money. She wasn’t stupid though, she had shopped till she dropped and still had clothing and bags in the closets with tags on them. So she started banking the money Carlos gave her. She had nothing else better to do with it. Every woman needs her own ‘Fuck him money’ if her man ever acts up she told herself.
Los had just gotten home and was calling out Lucky’s name continuously when he heard nothing. He looked out of the huge windows in the house and saw that there was a light on near the pool in the back. He came out of the house and walked to the pool area that was adjacent to the full basketball court. He saw Lucky sitting in the Jacuzzi with a bikini on that would make any man on this earth drool. She was skimming through a Vogue magazine and listening to music on the built in Bose stereo system. “Hi.” she said looking up from her magazine then went right back to looking at the magazine.
That’s really how things had been between them. Los was used to seeing a huge smile on Lucky’s face when he got home, or her running up to him jumping into his arms showering his face with kisses. Those days were long gone. “What up Lucky Charms?” Lucky said nothing instead she continued to look at her magazine. “Luck can a nigga get in with you?” Lucky shrugged her shoulders. Los took off his shirt and Lucky had to fight to keep her eyes focused on the article she was reading. That man’s body was crazy, his chest the tats on his back and arms goodness. “Damn this water hot,” Los commented. Lucky didn’t respond the dead silence thick and uncomfortable. “Lucky is this the way we gonna live ma? Baby I know I violated, I fucked up but we can’t keep living like this we barely talkin and you won’t even touch me.” Lucky looked at him and was about to respond when she suddenly heard Beyonce’ crooning out Resentment. She liked the song before but now it’s like the song spoke so true to life that she hated to hear it. Beyonce sang “Just can’t seem to get over the way you hurt me don’t know how you gave another, who didn’t mean a thing the very thing you gave to me, I thought I could forgive you and I know you�
�ve changed as much as I wanna trust you it ain't the same and it’s all because you lied.”
Los was looking at Lucky and witnessed what the words of the song did to her, Lucky’s facial expression changed to sadness, her lips pursed together tight and she was on the verge of tears. He had heard every word of the song and had suddenly felt a sudden feeling of guilt. Lucky’s eyes started to water and he knew the tears were soon to follow. Damn what the fuck is wrong with this Beyonce chick? She stay on some bullshit first it was that to the left to the left bullshit, then she was telling bitches to have a nigga put a ring on it and now this. She keep a nigga in trouble, man Jay need to put her ass in check.
Lucky shot him a dirty look before she started to get out of the water. When she rose all he could see was the wedgy she had. Man Lucky ass was getting thick up in all the right places he thought to himself. She pulled her bikini bottom out of her behind and started walking off fast. Carlos hopped out of the water with the quickness. He ran up on her trying to stop her before she entered the house. “Lucky Charms, c’mere, we need to talk about this,” Lucky ignored him so he cut her path off and grabbed her. “Lucky you don’t love me no more?” Lucky stared at him. She was fuming that was such a stupid ass question if she didn’t love him she wouldn’t be here. Lucky stomped her foot and attempted to just go through him since he wouldn’t move out of her way. The movement caught Los off guard and he nearly fell backwards. “Dayum! Lucky what the fuc..!” He yelled as he stumbled to catch his balance. Lucky high tailed it in the house, she got as far as the great room before Carlos grabbed her up from behind. She started to put up a fight but Carlos shook her and yelled “Yo Lucky what the fuck is your problem? You think I don’t love you ma, I do!” Lucky kept trying to fight him knowing she really had no wins with Los. That nigga was way too big but she tried. He grabbed her tight and placed his mouth on the back of her neck. Her hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail on the top of her head so her neck was exposed. Lucky stopped fighting almost immediately his mouth felt so damn good on her, she almost screamed out in ecstasy. Los put more pressure on her neck sucking harder while one of his hands found its way to her nipple, twirling it between his thumb and forefinger. Lucky’s hips began to move against her own will. Los pressed his body up on her ass, grinding slow and deep. Lucky moaned while throwing it back on the bulge in his wet boxers. Suddenly, she snapped out of the trance Los was trying to put her in and elbowed him in the chest. “What’s wrong ha? What? You think I’m fuckin somebody else ha? Ha?”Los asked frustrated. “Get off me Carlos. I don’t want to be bothered right now!” Her protests were weak and Los knew Lucky enough to know she really didn’t mean it. She tried to push him off of her but he grabbed her by the back of her neck and started squeezing, “Lucky what the fuck is wrong wit you?” Los gritted sending a chill up her spine. She couldn’t see his face but the sound of his voice was scary. She felt a surge of pain hit her head as he yanked a handful of her hair, “What is it Lucky this what you want? He growled pushing his dick up against her ass, “This what you want?” he repeated.
Lucky was scared and confused. She was turned on but in pain at the same time. “Stooop it Carlos,” Lucky belted out in a sexy tone.“You think I’m giving ya shit away. Lucky how can I give ya shit away and still give it to you like this?” He grabbed at the strings to Lucky’s bikini bottom and she started to fight again. Pushing his hands away but he succeeded in loosening both sides and her bottom hit the floor leaving her exposed. “Stooop” she said weakly. Los had his hand on the back of her neck and started squeezing again. She couldn’t speak she tried to grab at his hands but he had a vice grip on her neck, with one hand and a handful of her hair in the other hand. He pushed her over the arm of the couch and pulled his dick out. As soon as he pushed himself in her she fell still. Her whole insides were over flowing with juices. He grabbed her hair tighter and pulled, grinding hard inside her while pulling her head back by her hair as if he were riding a pony. Lucky had never felt anything like this before in her life, he was bringing her to the brinks of ecstasy while causing pain at the same time. She was feeling both pain and pleasure. She had heard about this sort of rough thug loving from Keema but always said it sounded crazy and would never let Los do that to her but here she was now, and she was loving it! Los chains were smacking into Lucky’s back, the cold pieces of jewelry hitting her back hurt, the diamonds felt rigid. He felt Lucky’s body began to weaken so he let her neck go. The second he let her neck go she started gasping for air and coughing but he continued to pound away inside her. “Lucky you love me ha? Lucky you don’t love me no more?” He asked sounding scared and angry at the same time. Los was scared of what her response would be. He hated the possibility of being the only one in love in this relationship. He smacked Lucky on the ass hard and she yelped out. He then licked his fingertips getting them wet and smacked her ass in the same spot, rubbed, then smacked. He continued to smack and rub repeatedly until her ass was turning red. “Tell me you love me Lucky.” Smack the sound echoing through the large room “Tell me.” “Carlos! I love you, I love youuu,” She rambled off through sobs. “I love you. Daddy, I love you so much.” Carlos felt his body getting tense. “Daddy!” Lucky yelled in response to Los hammering her g-spot. Then she did what she knew would take him over the edge, she said she loved him in Spanish “Papi Te amo, Papi Te amo,” Los grunted and released deep inside her. “Aww shit! Whose pussy is this Lucky?” “Daddy it’s yours, I love you Carlos.” Lucky moaned breathlessly trying to come down from her orgasm. Carlos smiled to himself. Yeah he definitely still had her, no matter how hard she acted. He still had her heart.
Surprise!
It was the day before Lucky’s graduation ceremony and the day was bitter sweet. She had waited four years for this day and she wanted nothing more than to share it with the people she loved and cared for the most in this world However, that wasn’t going to be the case. Her and Los had been arguing crazy because he had informed her that he had to go to Colombia, out of all the days in the world. “I don’t understand! You know how important this is to me Carlos. I want you to be there to support me.” “Look Princess I have to go.” Lucky glared he knew she hated when he called her that when she was mad at him. “Why the fuck do you have to go? Your the boss, so why can’t you send someone else? Or schedule another day?” “Lucky it’s no need in arguing about it, I told you I can’t make it.” Carlos stated in a matter of fact tone as if it were the end of the discussion. Lucky started crying uncontrollably “Come here Lucky Charms.” He tried to console her but she was past angry with him. “Just get out Carlos! I shouldn’t even be here when you come back! I don’t know why I put up with your bullshit.” Los ignored her threat. He bent down and tried to kiss her soft pretty lips but she turned her head, her eyes cut into evil slits as she glared at him. He grabbed his Gucci duffle bag off the floor all awhile gazing at her. “I love you Lucky Charms.” Lucky said nothing, she continued sitting on the edge of the bed, arms crossed over her chest one leg on top of the other bouncing her leg up and down with tears streaming down her face.
Los made his exit without getting his throat cut by Lucky and he was thankful for that. He had lied to her he wouldn’t miss her graduation for anything in the world but he had to go and get her gift so that he could make sure her day was special. He barked into the phone after he made it inside Nice’s Range Rover “Yo nah what the fuck you take me for Muthafucka! If you don’t have my shit here by tonight I’ma body ya ass!” Los hung up the phone in frustration, he was pissed. He had ordered Lucky’s present weeks ago in anticipation that it would be here by now, however it looked like she wouldn’t have it for her graduation. So he had to make moves to make sure her day was special at any cost.
“Ayo Nice I’ma bout to go HAM! This fat muthafucka gonna tell me that the truck they were bringing Lucky shit on, broke down in Vegas, Vegas! What the fuck! He must take me for boo boo the fool, that shit never left his spot. Nah I ain’t gonna calm down this shit
is ridiculous, that fat bitch had my gwap for three weeks now. I got something for that nigga though. I told him I’m drying shit up out there like the fuckin desert. He can’t eat no more, ain’t nobody gon cop shit from him no more. Watch I’ma starve that bitch nigga!” Nice just laughed he couldn’t believe how hysterical Los was right now, Damn Lucky must got some good ass pussy, this nigga wildin out. “Calm down, we gon get it and she’ll be happy,” Nice said. “Yo that shit killed me. I had to leave her crying like that and I know she pissed as shit wit me right now, even threatening to leave me son.” “But she’ll be smiling tomorrow,” Nice reassured him as they were pulling up to the New Jersey airport to board a private jet that was headed straight to Vegas.
After making sure that his precious cargo was loaded and ready to be trucked to CT. Los felt a little better. He was still nervous that it wouldn’t get there on time though. He hired a transportation company that specialized in getting merchandise delivered under really tight deadlines, after going to Ralphee’s office slapping him around in his own place of business, sending his secretary and staff screaming in panic. “Carlos please, man please, we’ve been doing business for years together. I wasn’t trying to stiff you honest to god. The truck broke down, it was just one of those things that happened,” Ralphee pleaded through a bloody nose. He was terrified on the verge of peeing himself. “Nah muthafucka shit just don’t happen when you take my money, you better make sure everything is on the up and up,” Carlos gritted while jacking Ralphee up by the collar and slamming his face into his desk again. “Yo you know what I changed my mind I ain’t even gonna body you over this shit but I’ma starve ya ass, bitch you ain’t eaten no more, let’s see how long that beauty queen wife of yours stay down when you ain’t got no money to support her lifestyle no more.” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Ralphee pleaded in panic through a bloodied nose as Los stormed out of his business. “Nice, Nice talk to him please, Ralphee begged. Nice smirked and threw his hands up as if he didn’t have anything to do with it, while leaving the building.