“Not all of them.”
I snapped my neck to look over at him as I chomped down on this bomb ass spicy shrimp fried rice.
“What do you mean not all? There’s more than me and Katie?”
“Before you, there were times where I slept with women as payment for their pictures. That’s how Nichole and I got in the predicament we were in.”
I turned away from him, realizing that he disgusted me more and more overtime.
“Wow.” Was all I could say.
“Wow what?”
“You’re disgusting. Honestly. And I’m disgusted with myself for even having sex with you.”
He was quiet as he stared at the side of my face.
“Priscilla. I agree with you, but understand that I’m getting help, and I’m already seeing improvement. I—”
“How do you even know you like me?” I turned to him, feeling tears well up. “You claim to love me, but you can barely get an erection for me if I’m not acting like a slut! Yet you just slid right up in Nichole and Katie with no issue!”
“Priscilla, it’s not like that. That’s what the fuck I’m trying to explain to yo’ ass! Nichole was easy because she was on the same shit these hookers be on. I was paying for the sex, just with pictures. With Katie, it was a part of this therapy process—”
“How! That makes no fucking sense!”
“I’m trying to fucking tell you! The doctor told me to try getting hard but with a woman I didn’t know much about. That just so happened to be Katie. He felt that…” Will began staring in my eyes, not saying shit.
“He felt that what?” I could feel my forehead wrinkle. I was so irritated and hurt that it was taking a lot of self-control to not claw his damn face up.
“He felt that the root of my issue of not being able to get hard with you was due to the fact that I didn’t find you sexy because I knew too much about you.”
“Oh.”
“No baby, not like that. I don’t want you to take this shit the wrong way.” He grabbed my hands, and if I didn’t feel paralyzed, I would have snatched them. Thumbing my tears, he took my hands back into his and said, “What he meant was that I see you as being too good, too angelic to engage in sexual activity with. But that shit has nothing to do with you. It’s because I’ve been sleeping with certain types of females, and since you’re normal, I don’t see you as something sexual.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better.” I let the tears fall. My skin was hot, and my chest was in pain. “It doesn’t matter how you feel about me if you don’t find me attractive.” I sobbed.
“Priscilla, I do though. You’re the prettiest female I’ve ever even gotten the chance to sleep with, I swear to you. And you are sexy… the way you dance, how you carry yourself, just everything about you. I love you. And baby, I really wanna be with you, I do.”
“Why? Why would you want to be with someone who can’t even turn you on?”
“It’s not you, it’s me. And I’m gon’ be all better soon. Shit, I’ve improved so much already.” He got down off of the couch, still holding my hands so he could look up into my face since I’d dropped my head. “Baby, I know you could do so much better than me; you’re a catch, I see that. But I’m pleading with you to give me a chance to show you a different side.”
“I can’t, Will. I have somebody.”
“So.” He kissed me slowly.
“Stop.” I jumped back but he came forward, kissing me again until I gave in.
His hands rubbed up and down my thighs as he got on top of me, spreading my legs. Slipping my hands under his shirt, I rubbed his warm body as we French kissed, breathing hard. When he grabbed the top of my tights along with my panties to pull them both down, I unbuckled his jeans. Reaching down, the feeling of his hard dick jolted me. I expected it to be soft like usual or for him to move my hand away.
“Priscilla,” he moaned my name, kissing my neck and pulling my bottoms downward.
“No, Will. Stop. What the fuck am I doing?” I nudged him then pulled his hands from my tights and panties.
“Why? You see I’m good.” He smirked.
“No. I know, but I have a boyfriend. Move.” I pushed him off and then pulled up my pants. “Plus, I need to see some STD papers. I have to go.”
“Baby, no. We can chill we—”
“No, Will. Don’t hit me up or anything anymore. You deal with your shit on your own.”
He began calling my name, but I hurried out of his place. I didn’t know what to think. I was just fine, happily in a relationship with Sly, and ready to leave Will behind. But then for him to say he loved me and then actually get hard, had me confused.
Unexpectedly, I drove straight to Sly’s house in the hills. It was a nice size, but not too big for someone who lived alone. After parking, I called him, exiting my car, and switching up the driveway since he said he was coming to the door.
“I thought I was picking you up—”
I crushed my lips against Sly’s, forcing him back into the house. He shut the door, scooping me up, and then carried me to the bedroom in the back that was downstairs. We didn’t bother to turn the light on as we kissed, him forcing down my tights and panties, then me pulling him from his sweats. He grabbed a condom from the dresser nearby, then just as quickly as he slipped it on, he scooped me back up and pushed inside of me.
“Ah!” We both moaned together as soon as I hit the base of him.
“Damn, Priscilla,” he groaned into my mouth as he pumped away. His dick was a nice size, hitting every spot.
I dug my nails into his back as he fucked me hard against the wall, making me come hard. It was so good I scraped his hair with my fresh set and spread my legs wider for him.
“Mmm.” I cooed, tucking my lips as he kept on pummeling me while sucking my neck.
We yowled and sniveled in unison as we fucked right in the dark. After I exploded for the third time, Sly released as well, then we stood there kissing, groping, and breathing.
That dick down had definitely made me temporarily forget any feelings I had for Will.
4
Belly
“Khalil, you got another heap of letters. Also, about five hundred dollars was put on your books.” One of the guards who was somewhat cool came into my cell.
“From who?” I sat up.
“A Cadence Leopold.”
“Stupid ass. Aight, thanks. And keep them fucking letters; I ain’t about to read all that shit.”
Potter nodded, taking the box of notes away.
I got hundreds of muthafuckin’ letters almost daily, from fans and bitches that wanted to fuck with me once I got out. Shit, a lot of them hoes wanted to fuck with me even if I stayed in jail. I wasn’t interested in the slightest, and my girl was psycho on top of that shit. I felt like her ass would somehow find out I was in this muthafucka reading love letters from other females.
Speaking of Blaise, I pulled my phone out to call her since it was quiet as fuck right now and no guards were nearby.
“Yes?” She had the nerve to give me attitude as soon as she picked up.
“Answer the phone better than that, Blaise. Fuck is wrong with you?” I frowned, still making sure no one was around or headed my way.
“I answer the phone how I want to, nigga.”
I chuckled then sighed so I could calm down.
“Aye, you lucky as fuck I’m locked up, ’cause I’d choke yo’ ass out right now. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, but the disrespectful shit ain’t gon’ fly with me.”
“I—”
“You understand what the fuck I just said, Blaise?”
“Yes,” she mumbled. “How did you get this cell phone?” she inquired in that weird tone she sometimes gave me. Digging in the back of my brain, I remembered she only used that voice when she already knew the answer to some shit she was asking me.
“What you mean?” I quizzed back, not wanting to lie, because that’s what she was waiting on.
; “I’m just curious. It’s not like there’s an AT&T store on the cell blocks, so how did you get a phone? I surely didn’t get you one, and neither did Carson.”
“Baby, I called you to talk to you because I miss you.” I attempted to steer the conversation in another direction.
“I miss you too, but I still want to know how you got a phone, Cortez.”
“Niggas be having ’em, so I…” My lie didn’t come out right, so I closed my eyes and plopped down onto my bed, exhaling.
“I know exactly how you got that phone. You fucked that guard bitch and she got it for you. Right?”
“What? Hell nah. I ain’t slide my dick up in that slouch sock body ass bitch!” I barked, pissed that she thought I’d stoop that low.
“Yes you did! She already let me know you fucked her for that phone! Why else would she give it to you! It’s not like you have access to your money in there! You are such a fucking cheating ass liar!”
“Blaise, I did not fuck that bitch! I don’t pass out dick for bullshit, especially not no damn phone! Any bitch I bust down it’s because I want to!”
“Oh, like you wanted to fuck Cadence while you were my boyfriend? Or like you wanted to fuck Megyn while I was pregnant with your baby?”
“Oh my fucking gosh, bruh.” I dropped my face into my hands as I listened to Blaise sniffle. “Blaise. Baby, I swear on everything I love, I didn’t fuck that damn guard. Did I flirt a little bit? Yeah, I did; she’s easy like that. All she needed was some attention, so I gave her ass that shit to get this phone. I only got it so I could talk to yo’ ass though.
Blaise, I love the fuck out of you. I always have. Cadence, Megyn, this hoe up in here, wasn’t shit, and I ain’t have to say that because you know it already.”
“Don’t flirt with her.” She whimpered.
“I won’t. I stopped.” The silence lingered before I added, “I’m sorry, fiancée.” A couple seconds passed. “I know yo’ ass is smiling now, you fucking brat.”
Giggling because I was right, she replied, “Yes. You’re gonna have to do more than apologize when you get home though.”
“You riding my face should be more than enough.” I licked my lips, thinking about the taste. “I can’t wait for that shit. You won’t be able to move without a wheelchair once I get ahold of you.”
“I don’t mind that. I’ll stay naked for a few days so you can have your way.”
“I’m thinking about yo’ fucking body right now.” I rubbed down my face, dick getting hard as shit as I imagined her supple brown skin and frame.
“It doesn’t look the same yet.”
“I don’t give a damn. I just wanna fuck you. Blaise. I don’t know if I wanna see yo’ perfect ass face twisted up as I pound yo’ shit in missionary. Or yo’ perfectly round ass bouncing as I beat that shit up from the back.”
“Mm, what else?”
“You can top me off with some sloppy shit to finish me.” I grinned, listening to her chuckle seductively with her nasty ass. I missed fucking my bitch.
“You got me wet that easily.” She giggled. “Only you. When you talk to me, touch me, when I’m giving you head, even when you kiss me.”
“Blaise—”
“Khalil!” Elise barked, scaring the shit out of me. “Time to go outside for fresh air.”
“Baby, I gotta go. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Blaise replied sadly.
Hanging up, I stayed frozen for a bit because I ain’t want Elise seeing where I hid this phone. I knew as soon as I left, she would take the shit since she couldn’t turn me in for having it without fucking herself over.
“Aight. I’ll be out there. You ain’t gotta stand right here.”
“Actually, I do.” Elise smirked.
Standing, I pretended to fix my bed and slipped the phone under there while holding down the power button. I then made my way out of the cell where Elise was standing, waiting to cuff me.
“Yell like that again when you see I’m talking to my girl and watch me strangle yo’ ice box built ass.” I glared down into her face as she clamped the cuffs around my wrists. “Oh, and because you wanted to plant some bullshit in her head about me, I got yo’ ass when I get up out of here.” I smirked. I couldn’t care less about the shit she’d told Blaise, but I wanted to scare her while I was in here.
“Walk, Khalil.” She tried to sound stern and unfazed, but her face told me she was about to shit herself.
“Get yo’ fucking hand off me,” I hissed over my shoulder.
She led me out to the yard where everybody was, chilling, playing cards, and working out. Elise removed the cuffs, and then I started out, seeing what the fuck I was about to do.
“Belly! Hey, man!” Another inmate named Lago waved to me. He was a little challenged white dude, so he acted like a ten-year-old boy versus a grown ass man. He had to be in his early forties though, and for the life of me, I didn’t get why he was with the rest of us who were ahead of him mentally. Didn’t seem safe.
“’Sup, Lago.” I sat down at the table next to the one he was at. I wasn’t friendly at all with the rest of these muthafuckas in here, but Lago was different, in more ways than one.
When I first got here, niggas tried to be on some tough shit, but I shut that bullshit down ASAP. That boxing shit was a career, but I was really with the shits outside of it. And if a nigga was from LA, he knew that. Couple of these up north muthafuckas weren’t aware, but they learned quickly as fuck.
“When is your next match, Belly?” Lago inquired, interrupting my thoughts as I basked in the sun. Shit felt good.
“I don’t know, man. You gon’ come when I find out?” I smirked, laughing when he nodded excitedly.
“I told my mom I was friends with you. She don’t believe me.”
“Shoot me her information, and I’ll prove it for you, aight?” I got up, wanting to work out on the machines available.
“Yes! Okay, cool!” Lago grinned.
I made my way over to the equipment and loaded it up with some weight before starting up. I worked out for about twenty minutes, before Lago’s voice caught my attention. Sitting up on the bench press, I frowned seeing a couple niggas by the table he was at, laughing and seemingly taunting him, so I headed over.
“Aye, y’all niggas leave him alone.” I walked right up, making the three of them look at me. They were short as fuck, well compared to me, so I stared down at them niggas, wishing they would move some shit. “Y’all deaf?”
“What, is this yo’ little retarded ass boyfriend or something?” one of them responded, laughing with his two homies.
WHAM!
I punched him right in the middle of his face, and as expected, he collapsed to the ground, knocked the fuck out. His two homies rushed toward me, and I simply elbowed one in the mouth with my left arm, and uppercut the other with my right. As both bitch ass niggas fell to the floor with bloody ass mouths, the guards roughly cuffed me.
“Why y’all cuffing me? They started the shit,” I said coolly, chuckling lowly at the rest of the inmates watching in awe as if this was a live boxing match. “Y’all niggas should be thanking me for giving away free entertainment. I get paid millions for that shit I just did.” I continued talking shit all the way to the secluded room they threw me in before locking the door.
I was praying that these niggas didn’t try to move down my bail hearing in two days over this shit. I had to get up out of here, and I had to get at Ozzy’s ass.
The very next morning…
Instead of delivering me my food, the guards brought me out to the eating area, where everyone was gone already. Wasn’t like we had clocks or no shit like that, so I wasn’t sure if muthafuckas had eaten prior or if they just had me in here early as fuck.
“Eat your food quickly so you can go back.” One of them brought the tray to me.
I surveyed the food before spotting Elise’s husband Nigel watching me.
“Stop staring, inmate.” Nigel growled.
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br /> “I stare at whatever the fuck I want to, nigga. Plus, I thought we was cool,” I taunted him.
“I can’t stand you. Couldn’t stand you before you came here, and I really can't now.”
“All because I wouldn’t let yo’ wife suck my dick. Shit is crazy.” I scoffed with a smirk.
“Khalil! Eat!” The same nigga who brought me my food barked.
The only thing that looked appetizing on this plate was the piece of cornbread, so I picked it up to take a bite. As I began to chew, I felt something sharp as fuck stab my jaw then my tongue before I could stop it. Calmly, I spit the bread out onto my tray to see it was covered in blood, along with pieces of glass since the large shard had deconstructed in my mouth.
“What the fuck?” The guard came closer as I slowly rose my head to lock eyes with a sneering Nigel. Cool.
The shit was painful as fuck, but I wasn’t about to show that shit. I simply got up as ordered and let them escort me to the hospital to have my mouth looked at. They fixed my shit up, and the whole time I couldn’t help but think about the fact that Nigel would have some hot shit headed his way once I got off for this bullshit ass rape charge.
On the bright side, these muthafuckas let me stay overnight in the hospital instead of me having to sleep in that cold ass hole.
Bail hearing…
It was finally time to find out if I could take my ass home tonight or not.
“Your honor, Mr. Khalil is very violent, with a background of heavy gang involvement. I feel if we allow him to get out on bail, he may harm Mrs. Strauss again,” the prosecutor Jorge Cornell explained. He was the type of nigga you hung from the monkey bars after taking his lunch money on the schoolyard. Hoe ass nigga.
“We have no evidence of that, just like we have no evidence that my client sexually assaulted Mrs—”
“Ms. Fortenskey, save that for the trial.” The judge cut my lawyer off.
“Yes, Your Honor. What I’m trying to say is, we already have my client in jail on circumstantial evidence. The least the justice system can do is grant him bail so he can be home with his family. As I’m sure you know, he’s just welcomed a baby, who he should also be home with.”
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