“This is so nice,” I whispered to Belly as we cuddled up.
We pecked, but then it soon turned to something more passionate and hungrier. We’d completely forgotten the man in here with us, until the ride was over, and he announced it.
I was surely buzzed after that, but the night wasn’t over according to Belly, so we took a ten-minute ride to this place named Aqua Shard. It was a restaurant that was high up as well, and when we got there, I saw we were the only patrons.
“Private dining.” Belly smirked, leading me to our table near the window.
The lighting of the place was very dim, almost dark, with blue and purple lights here and there. This was one of the fanciest places I’d ever been to.
Belly pulled my chair out so that I could sit down, and then sat adjacent to me. A waiter immediately brought us more fancy champagne, along with a complimentary appetizer.
“You wanna do me a favor?” I cheesed.
“Give me ya fucking phone.”
Giddily, I handed him my iPhone and posed for a picture in this bomb ass restaurant, at this beautiful table, with my glass of champagne.
“Let me get one of you, baby.” I took my phone back and held it up, waiting for a pose. Typical Belly gave me nothing; just sat there looking rugged and sexy, so I snapped it.
He decided to post my photo on his page, and so I posted his on mine. We both put the caption My View.
“You got me doing the most corny shit out here on the gram. It’s cool though ’cause you fine as fuck.”
“You too.” I smiled. I’d been smiling all night and couldn’t stop. Intertwining our fingers, I added, “We’re gonna be married forever. No divorcing, no cheating, no separating.”
“I been knew that shit. Yo’ ass is just now catching up. I told yo’ ass you ain’t going nowhere.”
“Long as you stay faithful.”
“If I didn’t plan to, I wouldn’t have asked yo’ ass to marry me, Blaise.”
Again, I was cheesing.
“Alright! What can we start you two with tonight?” A male waiter, not the female who’d given us the champagne, approached happily.
“Aye, I ain’t trying to be rude, but you need to get us a different fucking waiter. Ya breath is smelling like a sixteen-ounce cup of ass, and I can’t have you breathing all over me, my lady, and my fucking food.”
My jaw was literally sitting on the table, and so was the waiter’s.
“Cortez.” I bucked my eyes.
“Close yo’ shit up, my nigga. Now get us another muthafuckin’ waiter ’fore I get upset.” Belly was calm but obviously irritated. The man’s breath wasn’t the best, so I didn’t want to interject too much.
The poor waiter hurried off, and a few moments later, another one came to tend to our table.
The dinner was so nice, and it felt good to just chill with my man, in another country, with some good food and drinks. Before we left, Belly let the manager know he didn’t appreciate being assaulted by the waiter with halitosis, which was so embarrassing.
“Baby, tonight was the best!” I beamed when we got back to the bedroom we shared in the suite.
“I’m glad.” He squatted down in front of me since I’d plopped down onto our bed, and began removing my heels for me. I loved when he did that.
“Okay. You relax, and I will be right back.”
I got up and grabbed a few things from my bag, before going into the bathroom. I changed into some very revealing lingerie, finally feeling proud enough of my body again. It was pretty much back to how it looked before I got pregnant, except I had no abs, only a flat stomach. It was fine.
Once I was dolled up, I fixed my hair a little, then got ready to walk out into the bedroom, but some music came on. It was a nice volume, low but loud enough for us to hear in our room. I realized it was “Don’t Leave Me” by Blackstreet. I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face as I walked into our dimly lit bedroom to see Belly on the bed naked. He looked so good to me, and his mahogany complexion was lickable.
“Hurry up and come here,” he demanded.
As the music played, I glided over to him, and when the first verse started, we began to lip sync together as I straddled him on the bed. Our singing didn’t last long because we began French kissing as he pulled my lingerie off.
I'm searchin' for the words to make you realize… that I really, really want you to stay…
I was as naked as him in seconds, so he lifted me slightly before bringing me down onto his dick. I whimpered against his lips, as his long, thick dick invaded my body. Gripping my waist, he guided me up and down, until I was able to take control and do it myself as we kissed hungrily.
I tossed my head back because I couldn’t contain my moans as he kissed and sucked on my neck, chest, and nipples. I was so wet, and he was so hard, so it took me no time to come down on him. I gripped his shoulders as my body shivered from releasing.
Turning me around, he made me face the headboard before sliding into me from behind. I gripped it just as he took hold of one of my shoulders and began pounding me hard. I felt my wetness leaking down my inner thighs every time Belly plunged deeply inside of me, allowing our skin to clap together.
“Mmm, uh,” was all I could get out as he showed no mercy, even after I came again. He continued beating it up, forcing a third strong orgasm out of me.
We were both drenched in sweat. He slowed down his strokes to kiss down my back while caressing me, then he rose back up to hit me in circular motions, which drove me crazy.
“Damn,” he groaned once he resumed beating it up doggy style, as wetness ran down my body and onto his.
The grip he had on my hair was something serious, and before I knew it, I was climaxing heavily yet again.
“Ahh,” I whimpered softly.
“You be coming so hard on my dick. Mm.” Belly pulled out slowly before tossing me onto my back.
He got comfortable, putting my legs on his shoulders, before sucking my sensitive clit. His arms were locked around my thighs, keeping them open as his big hands caressed them while eating my pussy. I exploded, and he just lapped it up before continuing to feast on me so passionately yet aggressively. I watched in awe, caressing his head and crying out softly. I could see his lips glistening because of how soaked I was, and I’d just began to grind against his mouth.
“Cortez.” I sniveled.
“Keep doing that,” he mumbled, before moaning like this was heaven to him.
My body jerked so violently when I came, I thought I was seizing, and Belly sucked on different areas of my frame as I attempted to come back to life.
“You’re amazing,” I whispered.
“Suck me off,” he ordered, so I sat up to take him into my mouth.
I was still a little tipsy, so it was easy to build my saliva. I sloppily bobbed on his dick, not caring how messy it got. His moans were enjoyable and only gave me motivation. Eventually, he yanked me off before staring down into my eyes intensely.
“What?” I panted.
“I would marry you for ya dick sucking skills alone, baby. I almost busted all in ya fucking mouth.” He laid me back.
Putting my legs over his forearms, he slid inside of me slowly, making me inhale. His teeth sunk down into his lip before he kissed me, rocking in and out of my body.
“I love you, Cortez. I love you,” I kept whispering, feeling him inside of me while sucking my lips.
I hugged his neck with one of my arms as we kissed while transitioning to making love. Eventually he pinned my hands to my sides, while still holding my legs over his arms, and beat it up mercilessly as I called out against his lips.
A few minutes later, we released together and laid there kissing until we fell asleep as is.
Manny
Just two days later…
I heard someone beating on my fucking door like the police, but it still took me a minute to open my eyes. I had to think of who the fuck it could be because I knew it wasn’t Alivia. We�
�d be meeting with a realtor today to look at some spots, and we agreed that I’d pick her up. But shit maybe I was late.
Rolling over, I picked up my Rolex off the nightstand to see it was only 8 a.m.
“The fuck?” I mumbled, patting the bed for my phone. “Aight!” I hollered loudly as fuck because whomever it was would not let up.
It wasn’t my time to have Jasiel either, so it couldn’t be Jasmine acting a fool out there. I picked my phone up, and I saw I had forty-five missed calls from Nandy. My phone stays on night-mode until 8:15 a.m., so I heard none of them, thank God.
Peeling the covers off of me in an irritated fashion, I climbed from the bed to go see who it was. Judging by the amount of missed calls and shit though… it was obvious.
“What took you so fucking long?” Nandy hissed, staring up at me with red eyes.
“I was sleep,” I replied groggily. “Look uh, I got shit to do today, so I can’t deal with whatever this is.”
“You texted me a month ago saying it was over, and have been ignoring me ever since! That is not okay!”
“Because we don’t have shit else to talk about. The relationship is over, and we both need to move on.”
For a little bit, Nandy just peered up at me, shaking her head.
“Why? I thought things were fine, and now all of a sudden you wanna break up? No, no. I will not let you.”
“You have to let me because I’m not gon’ be with you.”
“It’s Alivia, isn’t it?”
I was gonna lie but just said fuck it, and decided to be honest with her ass.
“Yeah, I love her. We’re back together. We have been for about a month and some change. We’re moving in together, having a baby too, so I can’t have you pulling shit like this no more.”
“Having a baby? And moving in together?” Nandy’s eyes squinted as she shook her head again in disbelief. She chuckled angrily before doing a spin on the porch. “You can’t do this!”
“Chill. It’s not even that deep! I just fucking met you, and we had a cool time, but it’s over with. Get off my porch before I call the police, Nandy.”
“You are fucking with the wrong one, Manuel. The wrong one.”
“Yeah, yeah. You got ten seconds before I call the po-pos.” I shut the door right in her face then went to the bathroom for a shower.
I don’t know who Nandy thought she was scaring by threatening me, but it didn’t work. Yeah I knew she was a little off, but the most she’d done was pop up on me and look through my phone. I’d be moving soon so the pop ups would stop, and she wouldn’t be around my device to look through it. So at the end of the day, I wasn’t the least bit worried about her ass.
After my hot shower, I brushed my teeth, got dressed, then went to pick up my girl. In peace, we looked at spots then had lunch together. Nandy wasn’t about to ruin my damn day.
Almost 48 hours later…
I’d picked up my mother from her house all the way out in Calabasas because she was finally about to meet both Jasmine and later Alivia.
“I just have to run in and get something, Mama. Did you wanna come?” I pulled up in front of my place.
“No, you won’t be long, will you?” She searched through her purse, most likely for a butterscotch candy.
“Nah. Let me get one of them though.” I grinned with my hand out as she rolled her eyes, pressing the candy into my palm.
Getting out the car, I rushed up to my door and noticed some small punctures on the miniature windows beside it. They almost looked like bullet holes, but an actual bullet would have made some cracks. This wasn’t as strong I guess, so it must’ve been rocks or some shit but thrown by a strong muthafucka.
Shrugging it off because I had shit to do, I slipped inside to grab my license plate tags. I kept forgetting to put them on, so I wanted to have them with me in the car in case I got pulled over. The last thing I needed was to be stopped by the police with my damn mother in the car. She already felt I didn’t have my shit together after hiding Jasiel, so this would only worsen her view of me.
I came back out of my house to see someone by the passenger side of my car, chatting with my mama. As I locked up, I peered over my shoulder for another look, seeing it was Nandy.
“Aye! Aye, what the fuck!” I barked, rushing over and gently pulling Nandy back.
“Baby, I just wanted to meet your mother.” Nandy beamed as I stared her down like she was a psycho. Looking at my mother, I saw she was thoroughly confused.
“This is your girlfriend?” My mother pointed to Nandy through the window.
I’d just spent the whole damn ride from Calabasas telling her how much in love I was with Alivia. Not to mention, how for the past month and a half, I’d been saying to my mama how I wanted to marry Alivia.
“No, she is not my girlfriend. Alivia is my girlfriend. This is an ex. Ma, roll the window up.”
She did as I told her to before I turned my attention back to Nandy, who was smiling evilly.
“Bye, Mama!” Nandy waved then turned around to walk off.
“Come here.” I gripped her arm, which she yanked.
“I told yo’ ass we was over with! Stop fucking coming over here, and stop trying to insert yaself into my life!” I wanted to choke this bitch.
“And I told you we’re not over with. I also told you not to fuck with me, but since you chose to, you’re about to pay, nigga.”
“Fuck you, bitch!” I barked, stepping off the sidewalk to go to my car. I listened as Nandy hopped into her whip then started it.
“Okay, nigga!” she yelled.
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
“Ah!” I hollered out as Nandy shot me in the ass repeatedly with a BB gun. I fumbled with my keys, trying to get in the car as she lit my ass up, literally.
“Bye, bitch!” Nandy sped off.
I ain’t want to do it, but I would have to file a restraining order on Nandy ASAP. And when I say ASAP, I meant tomorrow fucking morning. Sometimes to get shit done, you had to go about things the white folks’ way. Bitch wasn’t about to ruin my life.
After massaging my ass for a couple seconds, I hopped into the driver’s side of my whip then started it before pulling off.
“So there’s Jasmine, Alivia, and Naomi?” my mama quizzed, chortling at me getting shot up. “I’m sorry, baby.” She doubled over in laughter.
“No, just Alivia. Jasmine is only my son’s mother. And crazy’s name is Nandy.”
“I see.” My mom nodded before giggling like the shit was funny.
I was angry as hell for the majority of the ride, but had calmed down by the time we pulled up in front of Jasmine’s place. I saw Siggy’s car there and immediately got pissed again.
“She got her damn boyfriend here.” I climbed out then went to open the door for my mom.
“When did you become so chivalrous?”
“Alivia.”
“Oh. And why do you care if Jasmine has her boyfriend here? Isn’t she just your child’s mother?”
We started walking up the walkway.
“Yes, but he was the homie, and I think it’s foul for him to be messing with her.”
“Well, honey, either you’re going to be with Alivia and worry about Alivia, or you’re going to be with Jasmine and worry about Jasmine. But you cannot be with one and worry about the other, get me?”
I simply nodded, still peeved as I rang the doorbell.
Jasmine answered fast as hell, which was odd because she usually had me waiting at least a minute and a half.
“So you only answer this fast when my mother is here?”
“Manny, relax.” Jasmine cheesed, allowing me in and looking past me at my mom. “Hi, I’m Jasmine.”
“Marta.” My mom shook her hand before coming inside.
I ignored Siggy and sat down on the couch opposite the one he was seated on. I did it slowly due to the pain in my ass, which had him giving me the side eye.
When he saw my mom, he stood up.
“Simon, nice to meet you.” Siggy reached his hand out.
“Likewise, Simon. I’m Marta, Manuel’s mother.” She took a seat next to me.
“I didn’t know if I should cook or anything, but I can maybe whip something up.” Jasmine locked the doors.
“No, we’re having dinner with Alivia.” I let her know so she sat down next to Siggy.
“Well, I pretty much got the backstory of how you two got together, and how my grandson came about. I guess I just wanted to meet you because I never have. Do you work? Go to school? Where are your parents?” My mom stared at Jasmine.
“Well, yes. I do work. I work at a law office as an assistant, and my mother is deceased. I’m not familiar with my father.” Jasmine inhaled. “I want to apologize for this. For a long while, I was just focused on making Manny accept his son, not even thinking about his family. I was in a bad place for a long time, and to know that he at least came by and brought Jasiel things, had become enough for a short while.”
“No need to apologize. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you, so it was my son’s job to tell me about his child. I will say that I am happy you cracked the whip on him because I don’t think he would have ever come to his senses had you not started being strict. In the future, if a man won’t accept his child, don’t even let him come by.”
“I agree. But I have to say that Alivia deserves some credit. She really put her foot down, and I guess Manny loved her enough to start doing the right thing.” Jasmine nodded, glancing at me briefly. “She’s very nice. I think she’s good for Manny.”
“From what I have been hearing, I think I might agree.” Turning to me, my mom added, “Now, son, I think you should apologize to Jasmine.”
Exhaling heavily, I said, “Jasmine, I’m sorry for the past four years. Uh, I was being immature as fuck for a long time. My father didn’t claim me either, and in some sick way, it had me thinking that shit like that was acceptable. It had me thinking that because I at least provided monetarily, I was better than him. I regret all the time I let go by being stupid, but I appreciate you for not shutting me out, and instead making me own up to it.”
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