by Prenisha Aja
Had he changed? Did he put his player ways to the side and was ready to be a one-woman man? Hell no, and if I didn’t want to make a mistake that I would regret, I had to get the fuck up out of his face.
“Yeah whatever,” I spat and quickly backed up and tried to walk off from him.
Nix grabbed my arm so fast and pulled me back to him causing me to drop the clipboard on the floor of his office.
We were now chest to chest. I could feel his heart beating and I knew he could feel mine because it was beating so damn fast that I thought I would have a damn anxiety attack from being so close to him.
His cologne swiftly invaded my nostrils. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply and all of the memories that he and I shared involuntarily entered my mind.
This was not where I wanted to be right now. It damn sure wasn’t what I wanted to be doing. I had more important shit to be doing but right now, right here, Nix had me wondering if I should get back with him.
Gasping, Nix had grabbed my pussy and was now gently rubbing it. My eyes were now wide open, and it was like I couldn’t even move. All I could do was stand there.
I was breathing so heavily now. My mouth was now open, my chest was rising slowly up and down, and my eyes were sitting so low, but he was still staring deep into my soul.
“So, you don’t miss me touching your body? Making love to that mothafucka?” he smoothly asked, causing me to get the chills and shiver right in front of him.
Fuck, this was the effect he had on me.
“I…I…I...” I kept on stuttering because my words were caught in my throat and my mind was focused on the way he was massaging my pussy through the jeans I had on.
“Yeah, I know exactly what you are trying to say,” he replied, pulling me close and smashing his lips against mine.
“Mhmm,” I moaned against his lips as he delivered a kiss so powerful, that I wrapped my hands around his neck, deepened the kiss and made it even sloppier.
“Fuck Merci,” he hissed.
Nix was now pushing me against his desk. He then swiftly lifted me up as if I was as light as a feather as he aggressively knocked all of his shit off of his desk, causing it to come crashing down to the ground, and the metal award he had gotten, caused a loud thud. But it didn’t stop us from slobbing each other down and him trying to unbutton my pants.
“Nix…” I trailed off, but he quickly shushed me back up by sticking his tongue into my mouth.
“Don’t fight it Merci,” he mumbled against my ear. His deep voice tickled my ear and sent vibrations through my body.
“Nix…” I moaned his name again.
I was torn between what I knew I needed to do and what my pussy was aching for. She was literally screaming this nigga’s name.
That was one thing I could not deny or take away from him. When we were fucking, he fucked the dog shit out of me. He had my pussy skeeting, crying, and cumming back to back. Nobody had ever made me feel like Nix had, but I also didn’t let it make me blind to what kind of man he was.
“Merci, baby can I have you?” he asked me in a tone that was so smooth and womanizing that I nodded my damn head.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The knocking on the door caused me to jump and come back to my senses. I quickly hopped off the top of his desk, straightened my clothes back up, picked up my clipboard and shot out of his office.
“Merci,” he called my name, but I ignored him and kept speed walking right out of the front door of the club.
I couldn’t believe that I was about to fall for his ass again, especially after knowing what I knew.
Sighing, I tucked my hair behind my ear, dug in my pocket and got my key out as I walked over to my car.
Once inside, I placed my hand on the steering wheel and look blankly out at nothing in particular. After getting myself together, I stuck my key in the ignition, put my car in drive and drove off.
I had to get my mind right and get ready for my event tonight. I couldn’t let my pussy fuck up my mind and have me forgetting that Nix was one of those niggas that didn’t mean you no good.
6
Sawyer
“Hey my boy. What you been up to?” I questioned my five-year-old son as his mother stood outside of my car as I buckled him in his car seat.
“Nothing Daddy.” He cheesed up at me and I smiled back.
“Good. Now sit tight while I talk to yo’ mama. Ok?” I balled my fist up and placed it low so that he could give me a fist pound.
“Ok.” We pounded fists and then he grabbed his iPad and did what he always did, watched those crazy ass YouTube videos of other kids.
The shit was wild how he did that shit but whatever kept his ass quiet, I didn’t care.
Now that I had him secure and shit, I closed the door to my car and turned around to focus my attention on my bitter ass baby mama. I swear, I didn’t want to disrespect her ass, but this hoe was getting on my last nerves.
“Aye, look. I ain’t about to be out here arguing and getting all loud with yo’ ass but I’m telling you this, and this will be my last time telling you this shit. Stay in yo’ fucking place. I’m not out here disrespecting you or even worried about what you doing but somehow you find a way to cause hell. I’m taking care of our son, ain’t I?” I questioned her with a mug on my face.
I was sick of her childish ass shit. The shit she kept pulling was working on my last nerve. Like the lil’ stunt she had pulled in the mall, had me heated. About time I got done taking pictures and signing shit, her goofy ass was out of dodge.
“Saw, why do you treat me like I didn’t mean nothing to you? I don’t understand that shit,” she pouted as she crossed her arms and looked down at the ground.
See now that she knew I was serious as fuck, she wanted to play that innocent shit.
“Man, Kelia kill that fucking shit. You already know what it is. It’s been this way for a minute, so what the fuck you sayin’?” I looked at her and waited for an answer but of course, this time she didn’t have nothing to say.
“Exactly, so stop playing with me like I’m some kind of flunky in these streets. Don’t let this fame make you forget the type of nigga I was before all of this shit,” I reminded her.
If nobody knew the person I was, Kelia did. She knew how heavy I was in the streets. I thank God still for placing this type of talent in my lap and letting me soar with this shit because had I not, I’d still be causing hell and sending niggas to that bitch. The bad boy life that I was once lived was behind me but I didn’t have no problem reminding people that I was still that nigga and when it came to my fucking self-respect, I’d let the old me came back, fuck shit up and go back to chillin’ and rapping.
“Sawyer, I’m not, but it’s like the only time you listen to me is if I’m acting like that,” she replied, finally looking up at me.
Shaking my head, I waved her off. “When do you try to talk to me like you have sense Kelia?”
“Exactly, you always on this ratchet ass shit. You need to find yoself again because this ain’t it.” I waved up and down towards her.
As we stood there talking, a blue Buick on fours pulled up into Kelia’s driveway. I side-eyed the car and the person inside, but I didn’t ignore how Kelia’s body responded to him.
I was very observant of everything, especially body language, so I knew when something wasn’t right. I also knew Kelia. The way her body responded to him pulling into her yard had me wanting to dig further into the shit.
“Ok, Saw, I get it. You can go now.” She was now trying to rush me off as she nibbled on her bottom lip and looked over her shoulder in a panic-like manner.
“Yo, you good?” I questioned her as a smug look was evident on my face when the nigga got out his car and called her name.
“Yeah, I’m good.” She nodded and stared at me.
“Alright, well I’m out,” I let her know as she walked over to the guy and he placed his arms around her, I guess thinking that he was making me jealous.
> Chuckling and throwing him a head nod, I got in my car. Little did this nigga know, I didn’t want my baby mama and I would greatly appreciate it if he got her under control.
Driving off, I smirked at him because his eyes were still on me. I knew a hating ass nigga when I saw one and I just prayed to God for his sake, that he stayed in his place.
“Aye Mom, thank you for watching him for me,” I told my mother as I placed my son’s bags and stuff onto the couch and watched Sai’von run up to my mother Helen’s arms.
“I missed you my boy.” My mother kissed him on the forehead, and he giggled and hugged her tightly.
“And you know I don’t mind watching my baby. Better here than with his crazy—”
“Mom, not in front of him,” I let her know.
I didn’t care how much Kelia got on my nerves, I never wanted to disrespect her in my son’s eyes. Whatever image he had of her, I wanted it to be good.
My mother looked at me and rolled her eyes. She hated Kelia, she always had. From the day we started dating she would always tell me that Kelia was fooling me. That her ass was no good. Come to find out, my mother was right, but whatever. What could I do about the shit now? She and I had my son and I would never regret that shit.
“Alright Sai’ come give me a hug so I can head out. I’ll be back tomorrow to get you,” I told him.
Sai’von ran up to me, gave me a tight hug then pulled away from me.
“Daddy, I don’t want to go back to Mommy’s while that man is over there,” he pouted, poking out his little lips and looking at me with his big round eyes.
“What? Why?” I questioned him, now ready to go and set some shit off if he told me anything that I didn’t fucking like.
“He always makes Mommy cry and scream.” He gulped. I could tell that he was scared of whoever the fuck that nigga was, and I didn’t like that shit.
“Nah, you can stay with me. I’ll let ya mom know,” I let him know, kissing him on the forehead.
“Will Mommy be ok?” he asked, concerned.
“Yeah, lil’ man. Now give me a fist pound and get ready to get in the tub,” I told him, and he smiled widely, gave me a fist pound and took off running towards the bathroom.
My mom didn’t say nothing to me. Instead, she gave me a look of concern as she got up and followed behind my son.
I ran my hand down my face, exhaled then got up. When I headed out of the door, I yelled goodbye to my mom and walked to my car. Once I was inside, I pulled my phone out and called Kelia.
I needed to know what she had going on, especially with my son being over there. I didn’t play that shit. If she was going to have a nigga over there beating her ass, my son wasn’t going to be in the crossfire.
That type of shit, I didn’t trust. Niggas did grimy shit, especially with my son not being his. On everything I love, if he ever decided to lay a finger on mine, I was laying all ten of mine on his ass. I wasn’t playing those type of games.
As the phone continued to ring, I was forwarded to voicemail. I took the phone from my ear, looked at it and realized the time. I didn’t have time right now to handle this shit with Kelia because it was now time for me to get ready for my lil’ party, but tomorrow was a new day and I was getting to the bottom of what the fuck she had going on while my son was underneath that motherfuckin’ roof.
“Aye, stop what the fuck y’all doing and welcome the city’s hottest nigga to do it, Sawyer, aka my big homie Saw. Congrats my nigga on your new shit,” DJ Mikie yelled in his microphone which blasted through the speakers of the club.
My crew and I had just arrived. We all had on our matching gold chains, and of course we were dressed the fucking best. Bitches were now screaming and going crazy.
I saluted the DJ and kept on walking through the crowd as our security paved a way for us. I couldn’t lie, this bitch was jumping. Whoever my people hired to decorate this joint had outdone themselves. I really fucked with it and I had to make a mental note to book them again for my next event, if it was in my city.
As we mobbed our way through the crowd, someone I could never forget caught my eye. She was looking bad as fuck in this skin-tight, leather, red dress and red pumps. I felt like I was going to be dancing with the devil tonight and when she turned around and her full lips were painted in red lipstick too, my dick jumped.
It was just something about a female in red. I loved that shit. Red was my favorite fucking color and when I saw a bitch in it, man. She looked like a candy-coated apple and I just wanted to take a bite out of her fine ass.
“Nigga ain’t that ol’ girl?” Luca pointed out with a slick ass smile on his face.
I lowkey felt like he thought he was one-upping my ass because she said that she wanted to talk to him and not me, but I knew she was lying. I knew when a female was feeling me, and she most definitely was.
“Yeah nigga, and I’m about to go over there,” I let him know as I signaled for one of the bodyguards that I hired for the night to follow me.
As I made my way over to her, I knew she had already spotted me by the way she gazed up at me, twirled the thin straw between her lips and tried to hide the flirtatious grin on her face.
Smirking, I walked up on her and smiled. She sipped her drink, then sat it down on the countertop of the bar.
“What do you want with me? I don’t have time for you and your baby mama drama,” she immediately took a jab at me and I couldn’t even be mad at her for that.
Kelia had indeed shown her ass when I was at the mall earlier today.
“Man, fuck all that. I did not come over here to talk about my baby mama. How about you come and join me and my crew up in my VIP section.” I rubbed my hands together as I offered her the opportunity to come and chill with a real nigga for the night.
“Uhmm huh.” She pressed her lips together as she looked me up and down while I did the same to her.
She was so fine. Her brown skin looked soft as fuck and I loved the way she had her hair and shit. It brought out her face. She was fucking bad. Her body was banging and the way her perky breasts sat up in the dress she was wearing had me ready to violate her ass and just force her to go into my section with me.
“I mean, you gotta respect the fact that I can have any bitch—” My sentence was cut short by her interrupting me by the clearing of her throat and raising her arched eyebrow up at me.
I chuckled. “My bad, it’s just how I talk. I don’t mean no disrespect. But look, I can have any female in here, but I want you. I chose you, so are you going to come and chill with me? I might even let you go on stage with me,” I boasted, and she rolled her eyes.
It was crazy that she wasn’t jumping on my dick like the rest of the bitches that were in here. I never would have to put in this much work just to get a female to fuck with me.
“Brynlee,” I heard a female’s voice call out. “Brynlee, I see you met the infamous Sawyer.” Her friend who was fine as fuck too walked up to us and smiled.
“Hey Sawyer, I’m Merci, the person who planned out this event for you tonight,” she greeted, extending her hand for a handshake.
“Word.” I covered my mouth before shaking her hand. “You did a good ass job. I’ll be needing you for more of my shit,” I let her know and the way her eyes lit up, I knew she was excited.
“Thank you so much.” She then hugged me, and I hugged her back.
“No problem. But I need a favor. Can you tell yo’ fine ass friend to fuck with me? She acts like she’s scared of hood nigga.” I smirked, and her friend snapped her head at her friend and looked at her crazily.
She began to mouth something to her and finally, the friend caved.
“Bitch, ughh…You better be glad my friend cosigning for you.” Brynlee walked up to me and stood right in front of me.
“Yeah, I hear you,” I stated as I grabbed her hand and guided her to my section where the rest of my crew was.
When we entered, the first thing Luca did was make a whistling noise to get h
er attention. He had this crazy ass smile on his face. He then got up and walked over to us.
“Thank you for going to get my woman,” he joked, and she burst out laughing.
“Hey Luca,” she greeted him.
“Hey Brynlee, it’s nice of you to join us.”
“I don’t think I had a choice.” She twisted her lips up and darted her eyes over at me, and I burst out laughing.
“Yeah, well enough of that.” I gently snatched her away from him and walked over to where the drinks were set up.
“Cock blocking ass nigga,” he shouted out, and everyone laughed.
“Fuck you.” I stuck the middle finger up at him then redirected my attention back on to Brynlee.
“What you want to drink on?” I asked as I picked up a clear plastic cup, scooped her some ice and waited for her to answer.
“Surprise me.” Brynlee smirked as she chewed on a piece of gum and began to sway her hips to the music.
The way she moved her body to the rhythm of the music, dropped it low to the ground and slowly moved her hips and ass back up, had me glued in.
“Shit,” I found myself saying way louder than I expected.
“Huh?” Brynlee looked over her shoulder and said.
I played it cool. “Dark or clear?”
“Dark is cool.” She winked at me and went back to dancing.
When I was done mixing her drink, I walked it over to her and she grabbed it from my hand.
“I see you watching me. Next time, join me,” she seductively said. She was way more loose than earlier and I figured it had to be from the drinks she had consumed.
“Shit, well show me a lil’ something then,” I whispered in her ear.
Brynlee let out a soft giggle as she sipped from her drink. The look on her face let me know that she was already feeling the liquor, which meant there was no telling how many she had before I got here.