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  “Yeah, Chino just text and said they pullin’ up now!” Jay was getting excited. I could tell his adrenaline was starting to rush.

  I was almost hesitant about making this decision. I didn’t want Jay’s greedy ass to get too caught up in this shit that he didn’t want to get out. If he did, he was a grown ass man so it was only right for me to accept his decision. Jay and I could really sit on our ass and spend the money that we already had. You could never have enough money though. I liked my shit to constantly roll in. My thoughts were interrupted by three knocks at the door.

  “Come in!” Jay yelled as if he was in his own office. If Chino and them would’ve never walked through the door, I would’ve slapped his ass upside the head for pulling that dummy move. That nigga get ADHD when it came down to money. I just looked at him and shook my head.

  “What’s good fellas?” I came from around my desk and extended my hand out as Chino introduced us.

  “Sup, Cuzzo?” Chino smiled as he dapped me up.

  “Shiid. I can’t call it!” I responded, ready to get down to business.

  “Mel, Jay, this our boss man, Mega. Mega, these our peoples Jay’Ceon and JaMel. Ya’ll already know Dub’s ass!” We all burst out laughing. Dub was Chino’s younger brother. They were only like a year apart from one another. I pushed the button to my intercom and called one of my bartenders to bring us up a bottle of Rose and a bottle of Patron so that we all could get more acquainted and comfortable. We sat around my office like the boss men we were for a few hours and discussed business.

  Things were looking pretty simple and easy so far. All we had to do was make drops for Mega. We would get paid thirty stacks per drop; fifteen stacks a piece, two to three drops per month. Shit, that was more than enough. That was damn near half a million a year. Not to mention the money we already had saved up and shit. I was all game. I couldn’t wait for this cash flow to pick back up. Mega was a real kingpin. Any nigga that could kick out half a million a year to two of his many employees was a fucking don. He was lethal in the streets. He had niggas you wouldn’t even think working for him, and wouldn’t hesitate to have yo’ ass knocked.

  When everybody left, I stayed in my office a little while longer. I was still trying to cope with my personal life and the shit wasn’t easy. I took about three more shots of Patron and laid back in my recliner that I had sitting in front of my 60-inch smart TV, which rested on the wall in my office. After about ten minutes, I had dozed off.

  CHAPTER 5

  NATAYSIA

  JaMel said that he would text me when he was on his way home. It was 9:45 pm and he hadn’t text. I was getting tired and sleepy so I decided to text him first as soon as I got in my car. I was still at Kira’s house. She and I had been gossiping and watching all the latest ratchet reality TV shows on VH1. I swear Mona Scott was getting paid to make these bitches look dumb as fuck! I was glad Kira was feeling better from the whole Jay situation. She had dozed off about thirty minutes ago. She couldn’t handle that Cîroc. I made sure her house was locked up before I left. Once I got in my car, I text JaMel.

  Me: I’m on my way home love….

  Not even waiting for a response, I put the phone back inside my purse and headed home.

  I was about ten minutes away from home when I heard Rich Homie Quan and Young Thug’s “Lifestyle” playing over my car radio. I was listening to Nicki Minaj’s new album, The Pinkprint. I turned my radio down to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. The song became louder and clearer. I tried to focus on the road as I looked around my car to see where the sound was coming from. I saw a faint light flashing on the passenger’s door beside the passenger’s seat. I pulled over see what the fuck it was.

  I stopped at Village Peddler, a convenience store in town that wasn’t too far from where I lived. I got out of the car, walked around to the passenger’s side and opened the door. There was an iPhone 6 plus lying on the floor, and it continued to ring. The only person that had been in my car today was Mega. I knew right then that it was his phone. This nigga is crazy! Using my thumb, I slid the lock button to the right to unlock the phone so that I could answer it.

  “Really Mega?” I asked with an attitude. I knew he left his phone in my car on purpose. This nigga was trying to get me in trouble!

  “Damn, Mrs. Lady. You think it’s cool to be answering another man’s phone?” I could hear the smile in his voice.

  “You think it’s cool to leave your phone inside of a married woman’s car on purpose?” I replied. He better be lucky I hadn’t made it home and JaMel hadn’t been in my car. I would’ve found his ass and killed him my damn self. He was laughing into the phone. He took everything for a joke.

  “Whatever. I wanted to see you again. I knew if I would’ve asked, you would’ve said no, so I went with the first thing I could think of.” He was as serious as a heart attack.

  “Well that ain’t the way to go about it. You could’ve caused problems in my marriage. You do remember that I’m married, right? Happily married. Not only that, but I’m three months pregnant, so what could you possibly want with me?” I said as I walked back to the driver’s side of my car and got in.

  “Listen ma, you being married don’t have shit to do with me. I liked what I saw today. Nah…I want what I saw today and I usually get what I want by any means. I don’t mind that you’re pregnant. I’m not at you for sex. Just let a nigga be your friend or some, damn.” His persistence was something serious and as bad as I hated to say it, it was definitely a turn on. I clenched my thighs together as I felt myself getting moist!!

  “Don’t start that shit,” I whispered to myself as I looked down towards my love section.

  “Who you talking to?” he asked. He must’ve heard me.

  “Nobody…myself!” Hell, I really was talking to myself. If only he knew.

  “Man, bring my damn phone! You know you want to see a nigga anyway,” he chuckled then hung up the phone.

  About ten minutes later, I pulled up in Mrs. Mildred’s driveway. Mega was already standing outside. He walked over to the driver’s side of my car with a big ass Kool-Aid smile on his face. Even in the dark, this motherfucker looked good enough to eat. I let down my window.

  “Here!” I handed him his phone and put my gear in reverse.

  “Hold up, Mrs. Lady…..just give a nigga five minutes, damn! That’s all I ask.” I don’t know what it was about this guy. I wanted so badly to pull off on his ass, but at the same time, I was yearning to hear what he had to say. Fuck it… five minutes wouldn’t hurt, right?

  “Okay, I’m listening. What’s up?” I said as I threw my gear in park with the car still running, and folded my arms across my chest.

  “Here! You keep this. It’s yours now,” he said trying to hand me back his phone.

  “I already have a phone. Thank you but no thank you.” I pushed the phone away.

  “Nah, Ma. This phone is for you and me. I told you I want you. I understand your situation and shit, and I’m cool with that. It’s just something about you though. You got a nigga feeling some type of way. And you can stop fronting…I caught you staring at a nigga a few times earlier today. I know you and ya man probably on the same plan and shit. He probably got access to your phone and whatnot, so to avoid any problems you can have my phone. He won’t know about it if you play ya cards right. I’ll keep the bill paid on it so you ain’t gotta worry about that. Here,” he dropped the phone in my lap anyway. I looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

  “If you don’t want it, throw it away. At least think about it though. My other number is stored in there already. Hit me up when you ready.” He licked his lips LL Cool J style, and walked backwards away from the car. Lord what have I gotten myself into? I just shook my head and left.

  By the time I made it home it was about 10:45pm. JaMel’s BMW was parked in the driveway so I knew he had made it back home.

  “Taysia, that’s you?” he yelled from the bedroom as I opened the front door to our home.

/>   “Yeah babe,” I said.

  I kicked my pink Michael Kors flip flops off at the door. The lights were dim and candles were lit all over the house. I walked to our bedroom and there were red rose petals leading from the bedroom door all the way to our hot tub in the bathroom. JaMel was sitting in the hot tub looking good enough to eat, with a Cuban cigar in his mouth. The tub was filled with bubbles. There was a bottle of Moscato and two wine glasses already filled.

  “You getting in or what?” he smiled, knowing damn well I was.

  “Hell yeah, daddy,” I said, as I pulled my pink and green Hawaiian sundress over my head and threw it in the hamper.

  I stepped in the tub and the water was just right. I sat down in between his legs with my back against his chest. We relaxed in the tub for about thirty-five minutes, talking, drinking, and reminiscing on our relationship over the past six years, and how far we’ve come. I was starting to get in the mood and my kitty was purring. I knew we couldn’t have sex but my freaky ass could bust a nut just by pleasing him.

  I stood up in the tub and grabbed JaMel’s hand. I led him over to the shower that was right across from our hot tub. I turned the water on steaming hot, just enough to pinch our skin a little bit. I took my rubber band off that was holding my hair up and let my Havana twist fall just above my ass.

  Soon as we stepped inside of the shower, he stuck his tongue deep in my mouth and we kissed with so much passion. I stroked his nine-inch instrument with one hand until it became hard and stiff. Positioning him so that that the water could spray on his back, I squatted down so that my face was leveled to his dick. Taking his thickness into my mouth, I went to work.

  Teasing the head, I made circles around it with my tongue. I was a beast at giving head. It was only a matter of time before his veins would start to pulsate. Pulling him in and out of my mouth, I stroked his long shaft at a steady pace. I had my tonsils removed when I was younger so I had no gag reflex. Each time I took him in, he went down my throat and I started humming. I watched him as he shook uncontrollably. He had his hands placed against the shower wall as if he was being searched by police.

  “Ahh shiiitttt! Mmmm!” JaMel grunted and it sounded like music to my ears. He let go of the wall and gripped my hair in a ponytail fashion, as I slurped and slobbered all over his dick. I went all the way down and when I pulled him out, I made it pop. Lathering it with spit, I wrapped both hands around it and begin twisting them in the opposite direction at a steady pace. At the same time, I was tickling his head with my tongue.Karrine Steffans was nowhere near my league. I don’t know why but a vision of Mega popped in my head as I sucked on my husband. Immediately, I erased that thought and focused my attention back to the steel I was holding inside of my mouth.

  He was in paradise. I lifted his dick up and sucked on his balls, flicking my tongue around his nuts while stroking his dick. Licking from his nut sack all the way back up to the head, I put him back inside my mouth. I was playing in my pussy with one hand while looking him in his eyes. The attention I was giving him must’ve done something to him, because he grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my face ferociously. My eyes begin to water as I took all of him down my throat.

  “TAYSIA!!! I’m bout to bust!!!” He went in deep and held me there while released his seeds down my throat.

  Aaaahhh!! Shit!” He jerked a few times and his cock went limp.

  He watched as I licked the cum from his tip. The way I just put it down, I knew that I would never have to compete with another woman.

  CHAPTER 6

  SHAKIRA

  Here it was Monday morning and I was the first one at the damn clinic. Hell, I beat the employees here. I couldn’t believe Jay’Ceon had burnt me again. If the bastard was going to cheat on me, the least he could do was wrap it up. My shit was on fire as we speak! I know y’all probably thinking I’m stupid, huh? Well if you’d ever been fucked up over a man then you should understand my situation. When you were in love with a nigga, nothing else mattered. I was convinced that love had the power to make you sell your soul to the devil. It was a disease and I had it full blown over Jay’Ceon.

  I was sitting in the patient waiting area waiting for them to call my name. I had been here damn near thirty minutes already, and a bitch was getting impatient. I wish they would hurry the fuck up before somebody I knew walked through the door. Cuthbert ain’t but so big so I knew someone that I know was already on their way here to be seen.

  As I waited, I thought about my past and all the shit I had been through to get to this point. There was a white lady sitting on the other side of the room from me, playing with her two kids. You could see the love she had for them in her eyes and the way that she made them laugh. It brought tears to my eyes because I never got a chance to feel that type of affection from my mama. I was still having nightmares about my past wounds that had yet to heal. I felt so alone when I wasn’t around NaTaysia or Jay. I loved her to death, and even though Jay was the reason I was at the clinic, I loved him to death too.

  The nightmares of Angie’s pedophile of a man were a constant thing for me these past few days. Every nightmare seemed like it was happening all over again. I could remember it like it was yesterday.

  “Look what Mr. Joe got for his little girl.” My mother’s boyfriend Mr. Joe came through the door, while I was sitting on the floor in front of the living room TV watching Rugrats. Mr. Joe would bring me candy home every time he went to the store.

  “Oooohh candy!” I would damn near knock Mr. Joe over racing to the candy, only for him to hold the candy in the air out of reach. He wanted to make me work for something that I thought came free since I was a kid.

  “Not just so fast little lady! We’re going to play a game called, ‘Copycat’. He had my undivided attention. At the age of six, I loved to play games and I damn sho loved some candy.

  “I’ve never played this game before, Mr. Joe,” I said, as I looked from him to the bag of candy then back at him.

  “Don’t worry, just do everything Mr. Joe tells you to do and at the end of the game…the candy is all yours!” he said wearing a big ass Grinch looking smile on his face. Mr. Joe was a fat, stank looking man. He had one rusty gold tooth in the front of his mouth on the top row.

  “Okay!!” I agreed.

  I was excited. I followed Mr. Joe over to the recliner and watched as he took off all of his clothes and sat down in the recliner. I had never seen a man naked before. I was only six years old for Christ’s sake. Mr. Joe looked nasty as hell. He was a heavyset man with a shitload of hair on his chest and stomach. The hair was black and gray and rolled up into tiny beads. He drank beer all the time so his stomach was huge and firm. Mr. Joe was butt ass naked with the exception of his socks. He looked a hot mess.

  “Now I want you to do exactly what I just did!” I looked at the bag of candy again then back to Mr. Joe, and removed my Minnie Mouse pajamas as quickly as possible. All I cared about was that bag of candy that Mr. Joe held in his hand.

  “Good girl!” He began stroking his miniature sausage that was no longer than about four inches. It was so small that he had to use his thumb and index finger to stroke it. His balls were so huge that they took the focus off his itty-bitty penis. To make matters worse, he wasn’t even circumcised. Ewwww!!

  “Suck on this right here just like you would suck on one of these suckers Mr. Joe got in this bag for you!” He pulled the skin back and his penis tried to stand at full attention. It was short and fat.

  I did as I were told and begin sucking on his sausage as if it were a caramel apple pop.

  “Aargh! Yeah!! Mmmm…just like that!” Mr. Joe was enjoying himself. After about ten minutes of sucking off Mr. Joe, he sat the bag on the lamp table and got up from the recliner. He picked me up and laid me back on the recliner and was on his knees in between my legs. He lifted up both of my legs and spread my tiny lips apart with his fingers. He inserted one of his fingers inside of my tight innocent pussy causing me to jump.
/>   “Oooouch, Mr. Joe! That hurt!” I tried to grab his hand but he knocked my hand out of the way. He continued to push his fat finger in and out of me.

  “I don’t like this game!” I began to cry because I knew that this wasn’t right. Mr. Joe ignored my cry and continued to finger fuck me as if I was a grown ass woman. Angie’s ass was upstairs passed out drunk. She didn’t even realize that her innocent little girl was downstairs being molested. She was a poor excuse for a fuckin mother.

  That shit went on until I was about ten years old. I told Angie after the first time it happened. She damn near beat my ass to death for even accusing Mr. Joe of some sickening shit like that. She was head over heels for that man. That lady was so weak and desperate for love that she went against her own child just to receive it. I don’t know what kind of love she was receiving, but I prayed to God that I never ran across that kind.

  One night while Mr. Joe was fucking the shit out of me, Angie was passed out in the next room. She just so happen to wake up and walked in on the love of her life between her daughters legs, humping and pumping like there was no tomorrow. I was crying my eyes out silently as his musty sweat dripped all over my face! A few times, his sweat fell inside of my mouth and it was salty and filthy as hell. Her mouth damn near hit the floor as she took in the scene in front of her. We locked eyes and I could see the hurt and pain in her eyes. She had been so oblivious to what was going on inside of her home because of her own selfishness.

  Mr. Joe was so into it that he didn’t even realize that he had been caught. Angie had enough time to go to her room and grab her .22 from out of the closet. POW! POW! POW! was all I heard, as Mr. Joe’s body jerked and fell on top of me. I could barely breathe with his big, fat, sweaty ass on top of me. I was now screaming to the top of my lungs. Angie rushed over and pushed Mr. Joe off me! He fell on the floor flat on his back. She stood over him and let off another one right between his eyes! POW!!!! That was the first time in ten years that my mom was there to protect me, and even then it was too late. Shit, he had already popped my cherry and robbed me of my innocence. Mr. Joe would take turns fucking my mom and me. We were pretty much in rotation. Little did she know, he had us on a schedule. The night he was killed just happened to be my lucky night.