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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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Imagine....

Dominant Erik sees his ex gf at a party/ Dominant Erik and his soft ex gf he lost by being a fuck boi keeps taunting him about how much he can’t have this anymore since she has a new man. Erik is jealous and he has to remind her who Daddy really is

Warnings: HARDCORE SMUT. Dom & Sub play. Voyeurism. Edging. Nasty talk. Jealousy.

“Y/N, get the croissants so you can make those bomb-ass breakfast sandwiches.”

“Which ones? The big ones or the small ones?”

“The big ones.”

Y/N crouches down in a squat to grab four big croissants for her and her roommate, Ivory, to have. She was famous for making the best breakfast sandwiches. Y/N grew up in a southern home with two parents who have their own catering business. She learned to cook at the age of 6, bringing a stool over to the stove, making breakfast and lunch for her younger siblings. Now, her Cali friends can’t shut up about how great of a cook she is. Her friend from UCLA, Tommie, is having a pool party/ tattoo party at her place this evening and she asked Y/N if she could cook some dishes. She didn’t have to worry about the grilled items. Y/N was asked to make curry chicken, barbecued ribs, seafood salad, and potato salad. She already whipped up the salads yesterday so all she had to do was cook the marinated chicken and ribs so they would be fresh and ready to devour.

“I need to get my ass out of this market. If I stay in here I’ll end up spending more money and we still have to pay off the rest of the new furniture set.”

“We have enough saved, let’s splurge,” Ivory spoke while grabbing some junk food.

“The money we have saved is for emergencies, Ivory, like if our cars start fucking up? If some big weather crisis happens and we have to stock up on food for a while?”

“Girl lets live life and stop worrying about money all the damn time. You’ll be graduating next year with your Master's degree.”

Y/N chuckles, “that’s next year though. Did you get the avocados?”

Ivory held up a bag filled with them, “You know I couldn’t forget. We eat these with everything.”

“True,” Y/N stood up, pulling a wedgey from between her ass cheeks.

“One more thing,” Ivory pulled up the list of groceries from her notes in her phone, “Cookies and cream ice cream.”

“And extra Oreos because they don’t put enough in there for me,” Y/N walked to the cart, heading back down the aisle. She spotted the cookies, grabbing two packs of double-stuffed Oreos. Y/N and Ivory made a right outside of the aisle, heading towards the frozen section to grab their tub of ice cream. Ivory was currently texting away with a grin on her face, almost bumping into an Indian couple with their child. Y/N knew she was texting the group chat that included Tommie and herself because her phone kept vibrating in her Louis Vuitton purse sitting in the cart.

“Tommie wants to know if you are bringing your new boo?”

“Terrence? Yeah, I’m bringing him,” Y/N looked up at the signs above the frozen aisles to make sure she was heading towards the correct one.

“Ah, ice cream,” She made a left, Ivory following slowly behind her.

“She also wanted me to let you know that Erik is coming so be prepared.”

“Erik who?” Y/N says while bending over to grab some ice cream. Ivory held the door to the freezer open for her.

“Your ex-boyfriend?”

“All I know is a nigga named Erik who is a fuck boi. The biggest fuck boi ever,” Y/N places the ice cream in the cart, “Ready to checkout?”

Ivory purses her lips, “How long have y’all been broken up? Still ain’t over it?”

“For about...eight months now. Eight months of peace and no drama. He’s irrelevant to me. Every time I hear the name Erik I wanna fight somebody and I’m not the fighting type.”

“Does Terrence know about him?”

Y/N glares at Ivory, “No. why? Should I have mentioned him? I didn’t think I needed to.”

Ivory didn’t say another word until they made it to the car. All things were purchased and bagged up. Y/N opened the trunk with a push of a button, bringing the cart over so she could pass the bags to Ivory. Once the trunk was loaded, Y/N walked the cart to place it with the others. She made her way back, Ivory driving this time since Y/N drove to the market.

“I RATHER BE YOUR B.I.T.C.H CAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU GON’ CALL ME WHEN I’M TRIPPING ANYWAY!” Y/N jammed to Megan Thee Stallion’s song that played from Ivory’s iTunes. She grinds her hips in her seat, thick ass and thighs moving, windows rolled down making her top knot curly bun frizzy, and snapping her fingers.

“Aye, you know you can’t control me, baby, you need a real one in your life them bitches ain’t gon’ give it to you right!” Y/N stuck her tongue out.

“Bitch, who you singing to? Soft Boi Terrence or Fuck Boi Erik?”

“Neither, I’m just singing, girl. Why I gotta be singing to a nigga?” Y/N turned down the music.

“Because, bitch, I peep what you’ve been doing on the GRAM.”

“What have I been doing Ivory?” Y/N asked defensively.

“My girl ain’t so sweet anymore,” Ivory raises both of her brows, “The captions under your pictures? The music you post in your stories? Who are you tryna piss off?”

“I know this ain’t about Erik ain’t shit ass,” Y/N argues while talking with her hands, long acrylic nails swaying like she was ghetto fabulous, “Cuz if it is you can cut this shit out real quick.”

“Let me give you an example,” Ivory clears her throat, “You wish this was still your pussy, HUH?”

“Girl, that’s a quote from a song,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Well, how about, Fuck Boys played out, let’s treat these niggas how they treat us. Y/N, I’m not the only one who’s noticed, girl. And you didn’t unfollow Erik on Instagram. You want him to see all your posts so he can get jealous and miss what he can’t have that’s what you’re doing.”

“What’s wrong with that though?” Y/N shrugs, “He crept around with other bitches, so what’s wrong with me letting him know that he will never find another girl like me? I want him to feel it. Terrence might be soft and sweet but he treats me with respect. Erik just wanted to get his dick wet. He didn’t take what we had seriously, Ivory. I don’t care how fine or how big that nigga dick is he fucked up.”

“OKAY. I’m sorry for bringing it up. I just don’t want you to dwell on him. Then, that means he won, right?”

“I don’t want him to win,” Y/N spoke with a pout of her lips, “I want him to remember what he lost, that’s all. I want him to watch me glow up on his big-headed ass.”

“Girl...we both know Erik. We know how he had you running behind him. If that nigga said get on your knees for Daddy, what you gon’ do? GET ON YOUR KNEES!”

“Nah,” Y/N folds her arms over her hefty chest, “Nope. He doesn’t have that power over me anymore-“

“I remember the stories, Y/N. How he taught you to be the best freak. Girl, you can’t just throw that away.”

“Who’s side are you on?” Y/N spoke with rage.

“Nobody’s side. I just know you still have feelings for him, that’s all. Don’t do Terrence like that. He’s just a filler, we both know this.”

“I really like Terrence. He’s the man I should be with, not Erik. My mama warned me about men like Erik. They sweet talk you, fuck you good, then break your heart and move on to the next bitch. She said it with those exact words. I always told myself I would never get with a dude like Erik and here my dumb ass go skipping to a dick appointment and coming out bow-legged.”

Ivory was in a fit of laughter wheezing and clutching her aching belly. Y/N turned the music back up, shaking her head at the fact that she even had to talk about him again. She wanted Erik and everything he did to her out of her mind. It took a while for Y/N to forget the good times. The nights where they laid up under eachother, talking about everything under the sun. The way he kissed her. How hungry he was for her each time he saw her. How he made her body react to him. Made her cum from dick for the first time. Turned her over to the BDSM lifestyle, becoming his 24/7 slut. It was fun, exhilarating, risky, sexy, wild, passionate, but then she found out he has multiple bitches calling him Daddy and submitting to him. That was the last draw. She cut ties with him and he acted like he didn’t give a fuck.

“So I won’t give a fuck,” Y/N held her head high, “I’m gonna enjoy being petty.”

“You’re grown,” Ivory ended it, turning into their apartment complex.

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The Splash party/ Tattoo party will start around 6 PM and would end whenever. Tommie, the host and Y/N’s Instagram Model friend, was currently on the phone with the moon bounce crew about when they would arrive. Ivory and Y/N were in the kitchen taking the shells off of the boiled eggs. The dank smell of weed filtered into the kitchen from out back while Ivory and Y/N continued with the eggs. They had so many to do. Terrence was out back helping Tommie’s boyfriend, DJ, blow up the floaties and other pool accessories. Most of the hot food was in the oven on low heat. The grill master, another friend of theirs, Bryson, was seasoning the meat outside so he could start the grilling process. Y/N didn’t have on her bikini like Ivory and Tommie did. Y/N has a lime green bikini packed away in a holographic tote bag. She had on a pair of elastic waistband pink velvet shorts and a cropped airbrushed T-shirt that read Spoil Me.

“Is that my nigga Erik?!” DJ yells.

Y/N didn’t react, she didn’t flinch or jump to look at him. She continued scooping the yoke out of the middle of the boiled egg whites.

“So, you’re the drink plug then? Where’s the rest of the liquor?”

“In the truck.”

His voice. She hadn’t heard it in about seven months. She forgot how raspy and alluring it was. Now, she was remembering the way he used to talk to her. Instruct her to sit on his dick or suck his dick with no hands.

“We may need to make one more run. You know Tommie’s friends with everybody,” Erik laughs.

That laugh was infectious. Y/N licks her lips, picking up another egg to cut into.

“Who’s here already?” Erik asked.

“Bryson, Ivory, Y/N, and her boyfriend Terrance.”

“Oh, for real? Let me go say wassup.”

Y/N’s breathing quickened. She wondered how her hair looked slicked back in a bun or how thick she looked in her velvet shorts. All thoughts she wished she didn’t have but couldn’t help. Ivory was too busy singing to Ari Lennox that played from her phone to pay attention to Y/N. Footsteps finally settled in the kitchen. Y/N looked up through her lashes, staring at her ex. Erik Stevens. He put on more muscle. Skin a deeper brown from the sun. Dreads in his hair now and not that kinky fro she remembered him having. Orange swim trunks on and a half-buttoned white linen shirt that showed off gold chains hanging from his neck. He was carrying a box filled with dark liquor.

“Sup?” He spoke to both Ivory and Y/N. Y/N didn’t speak.

“Hey, Erik,” Ivory waves to him with a knife in her hand, “How have you been?”

“Pretty good, how about you?”

“Same me, what did you bring for us?” Ivory peered her big brown eyes into his box, “Hennessy, Long Island, D’usse! good choices.”

“More coming too,” Erik smiles. His eyes looking past Ivory’s braided hair to stare at Y/N, “Hey, Pinky.”

He actually called her that. Her hair wasn’t even pink anymore. She went back to her natural dark brown. He said that shit to piss her off.

“Damn, rude ass,” Erik kissed his teeth, “Where you want these at, DJ?”

“Come on, let me show you.”

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“Erik, this is Terrence, Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Terrence was taller than Erik and slender. Skin a hickory brown, silky waves in his jet black hair, full lips and sepia eyes. His chest and arms were covered in tattoos. He has on black and grey striped trunks with no shirt. His body was wet from being in the pool to place the pool lights and floaties.

“Hey, man,” Terrence shook Erik’s hand with his wet one, “Oh, snap!” Terrence pulls a bottle of Hennessy from Erik’s liquor box, “Can we open this now?”

“I don’t care, it’s for everybody,” Erik walks away, sitting the box down on an empty table next to ice buckets that DJ told him was the bar.

“Where do I know you from?” Terrence asked while following Erik to the drink table.

“I’m well known. I’m a party promoter and I own my own night club-“

“OH YEAH. That’s where I know you from. I follow you on Instagram. I’ve been to a few of your parties. Your shit be jumping off, bruh.”

“Thanks.” Erik started taking the bottles out of the box.

“I also know that you and Y/N used to fuck with each other.”

A smile crept up Erik’s lips, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. And let me just say this now before I walk away. Don’t think about speaking to her. She’s with me now. Clearly, she left your ass for a reason. She didn’t tell me exactly who her ex was but she did say he was a cheating ass bitch. Stay away from her, aight?”

“Step off, nigga, before I make you,” Erik’s eyes were dark and menacing. Y/N failed to mention that Erik was dangerous. Killer dangerous, “She ain’t mention how I kill niggas for a living too? Don’t end up on my list tryna defend your bitch. I had her, I know how she feels. Still nice and tight? Still gotta lay the towels down under her big ol’ ass because she squirts too much? Did she mention how I call her Pinky because her hair used to be hot pink and how she sucked on the dick real good?”

Terrence simply scowled at Erik. He looked like he wanted to bust Erik’s head open with one of those liquor bottles but not once did he make a move to correct Erik or hit him. Erik smirks before grabbing the Hennessy bottle from Terence, opening it, and drinking from it in his face. Erik wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes unblinking and murderous.

“Nothing to say? What happened to the tough guy? I like a challenge-“

“Just stay away from her, she doesn’t need you, she got me-“

“Are you insecure, homie? For you to approach me like this right off the back lets me know that you’re afraid I may take her away.”

“I’m not tryna ruin Tommie’s party, homie-“

“Nah, you feel insecure. If you know me then you must know how I get down. Pinky ain’t mention how she used to be my little slut? If I make you my little slut that means you’re still mine.”

“Y’all Aight?!” DJ yells over at Terrence and Erik from the pool, “Y’all niggas ain’t about to fight over Y/N are y’all?”

“NAH,” Erik yells, clapping Terrence on the back, “Just getting to know Terrence more. Decent guy.”

Erik walked away, bumping Terrence’s shoulder so hard he stumbled. Terrence braces himself on the table before looking back at Erik with fury. Once again, Terrence didn’t do shit.

“You know,” Erik takes off his checkered Vans before putting his feet in the water, “Y/N really needs to find a nigga with some backbone next time.”

“What did you say?” DJ asks with a shake of his long dreads, “Did you threaten that nigga, Kill?”

“Nah, he tried to threaten me though. Ain’t work. How long him and Pinky been dealing with each other?”

“Probably for five months. They met through me. Terrence came with me to a house party and next thing I know he and Y/N hitting it off. They exchanged numbers and been down for each other ever since.”

“That shit won’t last,” Erik took a swig of Hennessy, “she still talks about me?”

“No, Erik. That girl doesn’t mention your name, ever.”

“She still thinking about me with all those shady captions she posts on Instagram. She turned into a real gangsta on a nigga,” Erik chuckles, “I know it ain’t because of him.”

“E, DONT act a fool, bruh.”

“She shouldn’t have come. She should have stayed her fine ass home then.”

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Y/N was standing in Tommie’s master bathroom tying the strings to her bikini thong. She grabs her phone from the sink to take a boomerang of her in the bikini for her Instagram story. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but Y/N was intentionally stalling in the bathroom. Other guests already began to pour in and eat the food. The music from the DJ at the pool could be heard all the way in the bathroom, Roddy Rich- The Box playing. Terrence was probably already drunk by the pool since he couldn’t keep a drink out of his hand. Ivory was probably scouting the crowd full of men for someone to potentially take with her back to the apartment later. And Erik...

“Stop thinking about him.” Y/N spoke to herself in the mirror. She sighs, grabbing her matching lime green kimono to put around herself. Y/N headed out of the bathroom, walking down the hall and descending the steps towards the party. The house was empty, everyone out in Tommie’s big yard partying. When Y/N arrived, she smiled wide. This was like a 90’s pool party. Women dancing and walking around in tiny bikinis. Men dunking chicks in the pool or carrying them on their shoulders in the water. Towels laid out in the grass, people sitting on them with plates of food in their hands while others sat on chairs with their knees together to hold their plates of food. Moon bounce in full effect too. Tommie even has a slip n’ slide.

“Baby!” Terrence came over to Y/N with his arms out and an annoyed expression on his face, “Where have you been for the past hour? Sleeping?”

“No, getting dressed,” Y/N bats her lashes innocently, “You aren’t mad at me, are you?”

“Nah, that nigga over there is just irritating me.”

Y/N gave Terrence a perplexed look, “What nigga?”

“Your ex.”

Y/N looked up in time to see Erik surrounded by a group of half-naked women in the pool. They all splashed him, Erik picking one of them up to toss back into the pool. The other who tried to splash him was resting on a flamingo floaty. Erik flips the floaty over, the girl shrieking as she went underwater.

“How did you find out?” Y/N turned her eyes back on Terrence.

“Found a picture of you and him on his Instagram at a party he promoted for.”

Y/N looks away, a guilty expression on her face.

“Why did you hide that from me?”

“You wanna do this right now, Terrence?” Y/N folded her arms, lowering her voice so she wouldn’t cause a scene.

“Just answer the question, he’s gonna be here a while and I have to see his ugly mug until we leave. And Pinky? What’s up with that-“

“WHAT?!” Y/N raised her voice.

“He told me he called you Pinky because you used to have hot pink hair-“

“This conversation is over, Terrence. I didn’t come here to talk about my ex I came here to have fun- AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Y/N was being tossed into the pool. She didn’t have time to prepare herself as the chlorine water burned in her nose. Her hands splashed frantically before she went under again. Gaining her footing, Y/N broke the water surface, coughing with her eyes squeezed shut. Snickering and shouts surrounded her. Y/N finally opens her reddish eyes, staring up at a laughing Erik with his wet muscular body standing over her on the pool edge.

“NEED SOME HELP OUT OF THERE?” He teased.

Y/N was about to charge him until she saw the straps to her bikini top floating in front of her. She screamed, causing more people to laugh. Tommie and a few other girls came over while Y/N held the front of her bikini top tightly so it wouldn’t float away.

“SERIOUSLY, BRUH?!” Terrence was ready to attack Erik but Erik’s friends held him off, trying to calm him down.

“All jokes, Terrence. Y/N is used to it. Falls for the shit every time. Ain’t that right, Pinky?”

Y/N was embarrassed. Finally secured, she swam to the pool ladder, climbing out of it while glaring at Erik with vengeance. Her hair was out of its bun, wet curly hair smoothing down her back. The kimono she wore was currently floating in the pool and her ears were filled with water. She rushed away and back into the house, a finger in her ear swishing around to help get the water out. Y/N almost slips on the tile of the kitchen floor when she made it back inside.

“UGHHHHHH.” She groaned loudly.

“Baby, you Aight? Here,” Terrence held out her fluffy SpongeBob beach towel for her, “I know you’re cold.”

“Thanks, DICK,” Y/N snatched the towel.

“Why the attitude towards me?” Terrence spoke offensively.

“Because I have a feeling you said something to Erik. You knew he was coming, didn’t you? You had an entire speech waiting for him when he arrived? Now, he’s provoked and he will do whatever it takes to piss you and me off. So THANK YOU!!!! I am SO GRATEFUL!”

“Chill out with all of that. Yeah, I did approach him. I told him to keep his focus on everything and everyone else besides you-“

“Why though? You scared he’s gonna come back into my life? That’s a wack nigga move on your end,” Y/N wraps the towel around her waist, “I’m gonna go clear my head. Why don’t you go back out there and stir up some more shit.”

“Y/N!” Terrence yelled out as her back turned. She stomped through the living room, spotting a bottle of Tequila, grabbing it, and walking upstairs to Tommie’s room.

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Y/N was sitting on Tommie’s balcony, staring down at the party with a gloomy expression. Erik was down there partying with his third plate of food in his hand. Ivory was in the pool playing shoulder wars, better known as chicken fight with one of Tommie’s model friends. Bryson was sweating bullets at the grill and Tommie and DJ sat on the pool edge with drinks in their hands. Y/N couldn’t spot Terrence. She didn’t care honestly. Y/N was burning through that bottle of Tequila. She could feel the earth rocking beneath her and her mind drifting in and out like a tide. Y/N stares with blurry eyes at the bottle in her hand. It was almost gone. She rolls her eyes, capping the rest before throwing the bottle on the balcony couch that Tommie has. Y/N stood on wobbly legs, bracing herself on the glass sliding doors before entering the house. She needed to eat but she didn’t want to walk back out there.

Y/N picks up her phone from Tommie’s canopy bed, ready to dial for Tommie but before she could, her phone was buzzing in her hand from an incoming call. She didn’t bother to see who it was, answering the phone anyway.

“He-hello?”

“You tore up already, ma?”

That voice almost made her sober.

“Why the FUCK do you still have my number?”

“Because I can. Where you at?”

“FUCK. YOU.” Y/N spoke with a slurred voice.

“Just tell me where you are so I can come to the rescue like always.”

“No, Fuck Boy, I’d rather lay in my own vomit than be near you for another fucking second you piece of shit.”

“Damn, I really turned you into a Lil’ savage, huh?”

“Erik...I am hanging up.”

Y/N ended the call.

“Sup, Pinky?”

Y/N felt like her body was moving in slow motion. She looked towards the entrance to Tommie’s bedroom. There, in his orange trunks, bare feet and shirtless was Erik himself. He has a plate of food in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Y/N asked while blinking up at Erik. She felt like her head was spinning.

“Because...I know you still like it. You gon’ always be Pinky to me...my Pinky. Ain’t gon’ never change.”

“What do you think is going to happen for you? You think because you bring me food and water I’m gonna get down on my knees for you? I’m not your submissive anymore, Erik.”

“I’m not here to argue with you I’m here to sober you up, here,” Erik places the plate filled with a burnt hotdog, some cucumber salad, and deviled eggs, “I figured this would be the perfect food to soak up that alcohol. I saw you throwing that bottle back like it was water.”

Y/N didn’t say thank you but she did accept the food. She was starving. Erik sat on the other side of the bed, watching her eat like she was his favorite movie. She ate quickly, burping and all. Y/N grabs the water from the bed, uncapping it before gulping that water down in a rush. She felt better even though she was still tipsy. Her head didn’t spin like before and she could stand with a better center of gravity on her two feet.

“You ain’t gotta thank me. I know your pride won’t let you. You’re welcome anyway.”

“You can go now.” Y/N got up from Tommie’s bed, walking to the bathroom to rinse her mouth out with Listerine.

“I like it up here more,” Erik follows her, his eyes watching her ass sway, “We can catch up and shit.”

“Catch up? Boy-“

“I’m a grown-ass man, Y/N.” Erik cuts her off quickly.

“Fuck Boy’s are little boys to me,” Y/N rolls her eyes at Erik in the mirror, “Now, why don’t you make yourself scarce and leave me the fuck alone, yeah?”

Erik had a glint in his eyes that Y/N would usually flench at but this time she didn’t give a fuck.

“What? I’m being too bratty for you? You want to punish me?” Y/N let out a short suppressed laugh, “Please.”

“Keep talking, watch what I do next.”

“Nothing!” Y/N swished the Listerine around her mouth thoroughly before spitting it out. “You don’t get to tame me again. I’m gonna go to the party, swim, freak dance with all this ass on my boyfriend, and spend time with my friends. You do you, and I’ll do me, okay?”

Y/N rinses out the Listerine cap, twisting it back on the bottle, then walking back to the bedroom. Erik walked out behind her slowly, his hands clenched in fists and his nostrils flared. Y/N ignored him completely, reaching out to grab her phone only to see it vibrating with an incoming call.

“Ah, that’s my man right now,” Y/N picks up the phone to answer it, “Hey, baby,” Y/N looked over at Erik and he was green with envy, “I’m better. I just took a little nap. You know how I can be when I’m tired.”

Erik’s covetous expression didn’t go unnoticed. Y/N got onto the bed slowly, feet swinging behind her while she twirled a piece of her curly hair, putting on a sweet and honeyed voice. She was playing with him. The little minx.

“I’ll be down, Daddy...Mhm, I’m so sorry I was so pissed with you earlier. I just get so angry sometimes...Mhm, I just need some sex that’s all.”

“Y/N...put the phone down, now,” Erik warned her with a quiet rough tone. He steps a little closer.

Y/N rolled over onto her back, “I promise, I’ll be a good girl,” Y/N giggles, “Yes, fuck Erik, I’m your new good girl-“

“Y/N. Do it now before I tear that ass up, girl, I’m not playing with you.” Erik tries to grab her phone but Y/N backs away on her knees, getting out the canopy bed.

“Yes, Daddy, you’re my new Daddy, fuck Erik-“

Her phone was snatched from her hand and placed in his trunks. Y/N shoves Erik away aggressively. That was the wrong move. Erik picked Y/N up, covering her mouth to muffle her screams, walking towards one of Tommie’s bedroom closets since she had two of them, opening it, then stepping inside. He sat her down, finding the light switch in the closet. Erik looks down at Y/N, her chest rising and falling with deep gasping breaths, body backing away into a corner. Erik didn’t blink. He didn’t even speak. His body was pressed firmly against hers, trapping her in the corner. Y/N could only look at either his eyes or his chest. His skin smelled like chlorine and Shea butter.

“Done playing with me?” He spoke finally, “Cuz I didn’t find that shit funny.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” Y/N teased, “Jealous that I have a new Daddy to fuck and not you?”

“More like pissed the FUCK off. You had your little rebellious fun for these eight months. Now, I gotta properly get in that ass. Like I said...you done playing with me?”

“No,” Y/N smiles, “You need to hurry up with your I’m still Daddy speech I got a date with my man at the pool-“

“Oh, I’m done talking. You know...talking doesn’t seem to work for you anymore since you turned into a Lil’ savage on a nigga. I gotta use action...”

“Erik, move,” Y/N bumps past him, turning the doorknob only for it to be locked. Confused, Y/N jiggled the knob and twisted it with more force, her upper arm burning from her muscles being worked out. Pausing, Y/N looked from side to side nervously, her hand still on that brass doorknob. Now, she was screaming, practically yanking Tommie’s doorknob. Erik brings a hand around to cover her mouth, pulling her further into the closet, forcefully placing her back against the wall. Y/N still wanted to scream even though Erik’s hand was pressed over her lips. She bites down on one of his fingers, thinking that would help her but it only pissed Erik off more.

“Shut the fuck up with all that noise,” Erik whispered angrily into her ear, “Yelling like a fucking child. SHUT UP.”

“Mmmm!” She tries to speak. Erik’s face was dangerously close to hers.

“Couldn’t get out?” She blinked up into his onyx eyes, “couldn’t escape? How does it feel that you are locked inside of a closet with me right now, Hmm? My Pinky scared?” Erik removes his hand from her mouth, Y/N shaking with fear, “Yell Terrence name. I want you to yell as loud as you can.”

“WHAT-“ she was cut off with a hand around her throat.

“Do. It.” He spoke with a warning before letting her neck go, standing back with his large biceps and triceps crossed over his chest.

Y/N clears her throat but her voice cracked, “TERRENCE?!!”

“Mm-mm. Louder than that.”

“TERRENCE!!!!!!”

Nothing. He was toying with her. Making her yell his name like he would come to the rescue. He was reminding her that she was trapped and the loud music and partying from outside muffled her yells. Y/N was vanquished. Vanquished by the one man she despised.

“Say, Terrence, help me! Help me please!” Erik smirks deviously.

“T-TERRENCE! HE-HELP ME! PLEASE HE-HELP ME!” She felt like an idiot.

Erik presses his ear to the door, “Hmm, no sign of him. I wonder why?” He asked with faux curiosity.

“Because he’s outside, and it’s loud, Erik,” Y/N glares at him.

“Exactly. Good girl...that’s my baby,” Erik jiggles the doorknob, “I peeped that Tommie locks the closet form the outside. No wonder, look at the shit she has in here,” Y/N entertained Erik, looking around on the shelves and the floor. Nothing but boxes filled with home movies, a folded up camcorder, sex toys for men and women, a blow-up doll deflated in the corner, and BDSM toys.

“Would you believe me if I told you that I introduced the homie DJ to this? I’m the one that suggested he spice up sex with Tommie by making her his little slut. It seems like it worked. Don’t you agree Lil’ mama?”

Y/N didn’t respond. She was having flashbacks to how her closet used to look. Exactly like this minus the blow-up doll. Erik purchased her own collection so he wouldn’t have to bring his own from his place. The movies and the camcorder really struck a nerve. All the movies they made, especially Erik’s favorite that involved her first time as his sub,

Daddy! oh! Daddy! I can’t believe I’m cumming!

Daddy, it’s so big in my little bad girl pussy!

MMM! Yes, Daddy! I’m a little slut! I’m your nasty little slut!

I love sucking your fat dick, Daddy...

It played in her mind. All the sex. All the role play. She couldn’t wipe it out. It was as if someone opened her brain to re-file all her memories of her Daddy, her Sir. To her disappointment, Y/N could feel her pussy growing warm and wet.

“Now, what smart shit do you have to say now?”

“N-nothing,” Y/N slid down the wall and to the floor, “I don’t have anything to say.”

“I know you don’t. Cuz you know if you keep talking I’m gonna pop that ass real good, right?”

Y/N glares at Erik, “Yes.”

“Terrence just let you walk all over him, doesn’t he? That nigga ain’t Daddy don’t make his head swell with false promises, Pinky.”

“STOP calling me that. My hair isn’t even pink anymore. And I’m not your little porn star-“

“You still are. You wanna see something?”

“See WHAT?” Y/N glanced at Erik’s trunks.

“See what will make you remember how much of a porn star you really are for me.”

“I-No, Erik, I don’t,” Y/N’s eyes disobeyed her by looking at his crotch again.

“You do, and you will,” Erik didn’t need to do much, he simply takes his thumbs, hooking them in the waistband of his trunks, and pulling them down so they could cascade around his ankles. His dick was moist from his wet trunks but it still hung heavy like Y/N remembered. Still just as thick and beautiful. Terrence has a little dick compared to Erik’s. That was the dick that made her cum multiple times in one session. That was the dick she would wake up to in her mouth or wait for on her knees at her door when he said he was about to pull up. The dick she would gladly go limp for. The dick that turned her into the best slut. Her Daddy’s dick.

“This is what you still do to me. Still don’t want it?” Erik moves his hips making his dick bounce and twirl.

“Uh-huh,” Y/N spoke with an unsure voice.

“Speak into the mic, Pinky,” Erik jokes, laughing and making Y/N suck her teeth. Erik moves closer to her, his moisturized dick hitting her in the cheek. Y/N reaches out to slap it away but it was like an iron rod; rigid and stiff. Her clit jumped and her pussy squeezed around nothing.

“Go ahead, take all that anger and frustration towards me out on this fat dick.” Y/N could hear him jerking his dick, “Stop playing and suck Daddy’s dick.”

“Fuck,” Y/N whimpers, “I’m so fucking mad at you! I can’t believe I wanna suck your dick right now!”

“I can,” Erik taps his dick on her lip, “Let’s go, mamas.”

“Terrence...he’s-“

“Oh yeah,” Erik crouched down to grab his trunks, pulling out Y/N’s phone, “FaceTime him so he can watch you suck on this dick.”

“ERIK! Nooooo,” Y/N pleaded, “No, I don’t wanna do that to him-“

“I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT NIGGA,” Erik shoves her phone in her face, “Call that wack nigga right now, or I will.”

“Please,” She was on her knees, eyes watering, “Please, pleaseeeeee I don’t want him to know-“

“Then you’re not Pinky no more. The Pinky I remember used to suck my dick under the table at the restaurant or at the club in VIP. That’s the Pinky I remember. He messed you up, girl,” Erik presses her phone against her cheek, “Call him right now, hear me, girl?”

“UGH, OKAYYYYYYY!” Y/N snatched her phone away, earning her hair getting pulled

“Fuck is wrong with you?!!! I am so disappointed,” He had a mug on his face that scared Y/N, “I got something for you...wait till his face pop up...watch.”

Y/N’s teary eyes looked down at the FaceTime call. It rang twice before Terrence popped up, drunk with another drink in his hand. He was currently waiting to get a tattoo done since the tattoo man and his crew showed up.

“Hey, baby! I thought you said you were coming down?! The tattoo man here! I’m thinking about getting your name.”

“Oh, he’s a quick one,” Erik joked.

“Who is that? And why are you crying, love?”

Y/N’s lip trembled while Erik softly ran his fingers through her hair.

“Are you in a closet? What the fuck is going on with you?” Terrence looked like he was coming to his senses.

“B-Baby, I-I’m sorry. Just break up with me, okay? I-I’m about to do something very bad and-“

“Erik pulls her hair with a warning.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Y/N turned towards Erik on her knees, making sure Terrence could see what she was doing. Her hand wraps around Erik’s girthy meat, shuddering breaths escaping her mouth before her lips pulled him in snugly. She instantly remembered the taste. She hadn’t sucked a dick this big in months so she wasn’t used to the filling her mouth received. Erik could be seen smiling smugly down into the phone while his balls dangled and Y/N’s tight plump lips went back and forth over his dick.

“Y/N!!!!!!!! What the fuck?!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!!! You cheating ass bitch!!!!” Terrence gawked at her while she sucked, looking from that phone with her pretty mocha eyes shining with tears and up to stare at Erik. She felt so guilty but having Erik’s dick in her mouth again brought back the good times when she used to suck on her Daddy.

“YEAH! WE ARE DONE! hoe ass bitch.”

He ended the FaceTime.

“Good girl,” Erik fucked her mouth, “That’s my good girl, my good little slut.”

Y/N sucked him while he gave her the dick.

“Now, who is the cheater? You just FaceTimed your boyfriend while sucking your ex’s dick. Shame on you,” Erik made Y/N gag, “On your knees in the closet while sucking me. So nasty, baby, yes, such a slut. Aren’t you a slut?”

Y/N nods her head.

“Good girl, who’s a slut?”

“Me-”

“And who’s slut are you?”

Erik pulls his dick from Y/N’s mouth, “Your slut.”

“Mhm, and who do you answer to?”

“Y-you, Daddy,” Y/N’s eyes were puffy, nose running, mouth drooling.

“Exactly. Now suck my fucking dick like you’re supposed to, slut.”

Y/N went back to pleasing Erik, sucking on him to make up for the lost time. She had to show him that she still had the title for the best dick sucker. Like she didn’t go on a hiatus, her jaws went tight and her throat became a never-ending fuck hole for Erik’s thick slab of meat.

“Why don’t you grab my nuts and play with those too. Don’t leave them hanging, baby. Take all of me.”

Y/N obeyed his command, grabbing Erik’s fat sack with her hands. She massages them, her lips on the tip of his dick now trying to ring him dry.

“That’s it, get it, mamas, yesssss, Mhm, just like before, uh-huh,” Erik’s eyes fluttered, “Fuck, you know how to please me. It was fate having you here. Now, ain’t no running away from me.”

“Mmm-“

“You’re here to stay. Fucking leave me again if you want.”

Y/N could feel Erik’s dick swelling in her mouth. Her plump lips felt sore from stretching them around his dick.

“Suck that dick for Daddy, a true dick sucker, dump all this cum in your mouth, and you better swallow.”

“mmmm,” Y/N blinked her eyes up at him. She couldn’t do much but mumble.

“Goddamn, what a mouth on you, I trained you so well to deep throat big dicks and you can take the whole damn thing, Daddy loves to fuck your pretty little mouth-”

When Y/N smiled at him with a mouth full of dick Erik erupted in her mouth and Y/N’s pussy got so wet it was dripping on the carpet in the closet. Her submissive throat happily swallowed all of his cum.

“Slut,” Erik smiled at her.

Y/N pops her mouth off, wiping her chin with the back of her had while trying to catch her breath. There was no going back, she already did what she said she wouldn’t do. Y/N could see Ivory now pointing a finger at her while laughing hysterically. She was on her knees for Erik just like she said she would be.

“Stand up!” Erik startled her with his booming voice, “Put your leg up on that shelf, let me see that Lil sexy pussy that I haven’t had in months-”

“It’s your own fault, Daddy-”

WHACK!

Erik struck Y/N’s ass painfully before cuffing it so hard his nails sank into her skin.

“Keep talking back. Keep running your fucking mouth,” WHACK! “Put that goddamn leg up like I said.”

Y/N brought her leg up to one of Tommie’s shelves, adjusting her balance.

“Pull that juicy cheek open so I can see my meal.”

Y/N pulls her left cheek open, revealing her wet, creamy pussy to Erik’s hungry eyes and drooling mouth.

“Fuck yes. Need some pussy on my tongue like yesterday.”

Erik got down on his knees in the cramped closet, helping Y/N by holding her cheeks wider before his entire mouth gave Y/N one big kiss with a whole lot of tongue and suction.

“Feed me,” Erik commands, Y/N opening her legs further for Erik to devour her pussy. She moaned sharply, gasps escaping her mouth in a desperate rhythm. His tongue dragged from her tight hole all the way up to her clit. Air was forced from her lungs in agonized gasps. Over and over he dragged his tongue along her engorged folds. Her thighs shook and she could feel her foot slipping from the shelf. Erik held her thigh up further so he could lap her kitty and give it sweet kisses. She could feel herself beginning to squirt because of a little of the clear liquid dripping from her. Erik tasted that, taking his tongue to roll over her clit before he brought his lips together to suck.

“Uhhhhh! Uuuuuuuh!” Y/N sucked in a quick breath, ready to explode but Erik stops.

Y/N grabs the back of Erik’s head, bringing him closer to her pussy, “Daddy-”

“Don’t fucking touch me before I spank you again. You don’t deserve to cum in Daddy’s mouth. No matter how much I want that sweet pussy in my mouth I gotta discipline you.”

“Pleaseeeee,” Y/N wanted to cry. She was so close. Her cum was about to glaze his fucking face.

“Nah, fix your bikini and pick up your phone to call Tommie so she can come open this closet.”

“Erik,” Y/N tried to sweet-talk him but he was busy pulling up his trunks. She rolls her eyes, Picking up her phone from the floor, unlocking it, and dialing Tommie’s number. It rang four times and she didn’t answer.

“She’s not answering, see,” Y/N shows Erik her phone. He looked at it nonchalantly.

“Dial it again that girl stays having her phone in her hand-”

“You can finish eating my pussy for me,” Y/N bends over as far as she could go, spreading her cheeks, showing Erik that sad little pussy that needed to be licked up, “See, Daddy? Daddy, please?”

“Get the fuck up.” Erik pulled her up by her arm, “Now dial her fucking number like I said.”

Y/N whimpers, stomping her foot, dialing Tommie again and hoping she wouldn't pick up. To Y/N’s disappointment, Tommie picks up, her voice loudly speaking into the phone because of the music.

“Y/N?! WHERE ARE YOU? TERRENCE STORMED OUT OF HERE.”

“Tommie! can you come to your room, please?!!! I’m locked in your closet!”

“WHAT? WHY?-”

“Just hurry, please??!!!!”

“AIGHT HERE I COME.”

The line ended.

Y/N looked over at a fully clothed Erik, spotting his wet beard and lower lip.

“Uh, Daddy,” Y/N pointed to his chin, “You still have my pussy juices on your face.”

“I know,” Erik looks her up and down,” I'm gon’ keep it there too-”

Tommie opened the door, hazel eyes growing wide and mouth hanging open.

“Oh! this what you were doing, huh?!” She laughs, “Y'all are wild! no wonder why Terrence left ready to cry!”

Y/N stormed out of the bedroom.

“Erik,” Tommie scolded, “Don’t fuck with my girl like that-”

“Mind your business, Tommie,” Erik playfully mushed Tommie before leaving the bedroom as well.

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Y/N relaxed on a floaty in the pool, staring up at the starry sky. She didn’t care that the people around her splashed water or bumped into the floaty. She needed to reflect on what she just did. Erik was currently in the house getting a tattoo of a scorpion with the year 1986 on the back of his left arm. His session would probably take another hour. Y/N wanted to get a tattoo of a crescent moon on the side of her left breast but she felt that if she sat in there near Erik, she would act like even more of a brat. He didn’t deserve to deprive her, she deserved to deprive him. He cheated on her for some other bitch. He should be begging her but Y/N didn’t have it in her to do it. She wanted Erik to control her.

“Sup, ma?”

Y/N looks down in the pool, her eyes connecting with a guy who looked Ethiopian, thick coily hair wet and dripping onto his forehead. He has full lips with facial hair that didn’t connect, eyes a cinnamon color and a skin smooth and caramel.

“Hello,” Y/N spoke dryly.

“Can I keep you company? I know your man stormed out of here crying about you. You really pissed him off, huh?”

“Do you need anything?” Y/N asked with annoyance.

“Your number if that’s cool,” He tried to put on a smooth voice but it didn’t work, “You look so gloomy with your pretty self.”

“How about you get me a drink,” Y/N needed one.

“I can do that.”

“What’s your name?”

“Aman,” He held out his hand to her, “You?”

“Y/N.” She shook his wet hand.

____________________________

“All finished, bro.”

Erik looked at his tattoo in the mirror that was given to him. He was a great tattoo artist. Erik paid him extra, thanking him again after getting it covered up with ointment, before walking away to let the next person have a turn. He needed to get more liquor before the good shit was gone. Heading back outside, Erik spots a group of people huddled around the pool lounge area, shouting and laughing. He walks over and the closer he got, he notices Y/N standing up, removing her swimsuit top, big beautiful, hefty breasts with large chocolate areolas and nipples free for everyone to see. She had everyone gawking at her before she took off running around the pool, breasts rebounding and swaying. She ran past Erik, almost slipping, before making it back to the group that cheered her on like she won a contest. She immediately picked up her bikini top, Tommie tying it back in place for her. Erik crushed the red solo cup in his hand, the ice falling out and landing on his bare toes. He tossed the cup down, squaring his shoulders before walking up to the group. All the dudes over there were looking at her savagely, dicks probably hard as a cement block in their wet trunks. One dude in particular that Erik recognized to be Aman was whispering in her ear, probably telling her how much he would love to suck on those big ass titties all night long; like a damn baby.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!” Ivory spoke with shock, “Okay, your turn Aman.”

Y/N turned to him, Her legs awfully close and her lips just as close as she whispered in his ear, “Truth or Dare.”

“Dare,” Aman spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. Erik crossed his arms over his chest, eyes low and predatory.

“I dare you to...take a shot off me!”

“Teh, easy.”

Y/N giggled drunkenly, “Let’s see then.”

Someone passed Aman a shot of tequila while Y/N laid back over his lap. Ivory sprinkled some sugar around her navel and squeezed a bit of lemon juice. Aman poured some of the tequila between Y/N’s breasts, watching it drip down. He quickly traced the wet trail with his tongue before licking around her navel to get all the sugar, dipping his tongue in her belly button to get the lemon juice. Everybody shouted, cheering Aman on while Y/N giggled. Erik saw red. He bumped roughly past a few people before pulling Y/N off of Aman, throwing her over his shoulder. Everyone watched stunned as Erik spanked Y/N.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!!!!!!!” Erik barked out in a gruff tone with clenched teeth, “You really enjoy pissing me off I can see that now! WHY ARE YOU LETTING SOME NIGGA LICK ALL OVER YOU-”

“Because I can!” Y/N slaps his back, “Get your hands off me, you don’t own me. Go find that bitch you cheated on me with and fuck her!”

“Let’s go,” Erik heard enough. He stormed away, Y/N kicking and screaming over his shoulder.

Inside, Erik damn near ran up the stairs with her, finding a guest bedroom, tossing her on the bed, and slamming the door shut. Y/N got off the bed, falling to the floor because she was a little drunk. She laughs, flat out hysterical like a hyena.

“Get the fuck up,” Erik spoke while shaking his head, “Can’t even hold your damn liquor-”

“Fuck you, yes I can, dumb-dumb,” Y/N got up, stretching out on the bed, “You just ruined my night yet again. I was having fun.”

“Thanks to you, Aman gotta die,” Erik walked over to Y/N slowly, “And as for you, I gotta punish you.”

“You already punished me. You owe me an apology,” Y/N sat up, “Apologize to me for cheating on me. Get on your knees and say how much of a sorry piece of shit you are.”

“Y/N,” Erik pinches the bridge of his nose, “Aight, look...I am sorry. I am so so so so fucking sorry for cheating on you like that and not giving a fuck. I truly apologize. If you wanna hit me, fucking hit me. Do what you gotta do, ma, but I’m not going nowhere. I promise you that. I miss you. You got me hot right now but I miss everything about you, girl. Come on, hit me. After this, you won’t get another chance, baby girl.”

Y/N looked at Erik like he has two heads and four legs.

“Did you hear me?! come on,” Erik held his arms out, “Hit me.”

Y/N got off the bed, walking over towards Erik timidly. She stood before him, looking up at him with low eyes, frizzy curly hair, and no balance what so ever. Erik still has his arms out, ready to take whatever Y/N dished out.

“Y/N-”

SLAP!

Erik’s jaw felt like it disconnected from his face. Y/N put a lot of force into that hit. She gasps, covering her mouth before giggling.

“Girl-”

SLAP!

She breathed a breath of relief.

“That felt...so good,” Y/N beamed up at him, “Gosh, you don’t know how much I wanted to do that.”

Y/N could see her handprints on Erik’s face. He just looked at her while rubbing his left cheek, a smile slowly creeping up.

“You got hands, girl.”

“Thanks, asshole.”

“I deserved that,” Erik looks down at Y/N’s breasts, “But you dead wrong for showing your titties.”

“It was fun. I’ve never done that before,” Her eyes went down to stare at his crotch that was indeed tented in the front. Those hits turned him on.

“Consider that your last time,” Erik grabs his jaw to flex it before he presses his chest against hers, moving her back towards the bed, “Now take this bikini top off so I can titty fuck you until I bust on your chin.”

Y/N lays back on the bed, removing her bikini top, her heavy titties spilling out. She squeezes them together before twirling her nipples. Erik stood between her legs, pulling his trunks down and stepping out of them. His thick veiny dick stood at attention and bounced up and down as he got onto the bed to straddle her waist. Y/N grabs Erik’s dick, looking up at him with low eyes while he spits on his dick multiple times. Y/N rubbed it in, bringing his dick between her breasts before squeezing it with her copious flesh. Erik started moving his hips, his spit covered dick making squelching noises like he was in Y/N’s pussy.

“That chin is a good place for me to nut on, right, baby girl?”

“Umph, yes. Uhh, my pussy just jumped at that.”

“Good girl,” Erik grunts, “Lick the tip of my dick.”

Y/N flicks her tongue on Erik’s dick while he increased the speed of his hips, Y/N’s body moving back and forth across the bed.

“Fucking sexy,” Erik squeezed her tits more, “Fuck, these big ass titties so tight on my dick.”

“Daddy, please fuck my titties, please cum on my face,” Y/N leans forward to suck on the tip of his dick, “Yes, please, Daddy!”

Erik spits some more, His movements more erratic. Y/N held her mouth open with her tongue hanging out so the tip of Erik’s dick could rub against it.

“Titties feel so soft and good, girl,” Erik moans, “You like it when Daddy titty fuck you, baby?”

“Yes!”

“Hmph, fuck!” Erik’s creamy and warm cum landed on Y/N’s chin and lips. Her head came forward, nose a target now and a little on her eyelashes on the left side. She couldn’t believe how much cum came out.

“goddayum!” Erik removed his dick from between her breasts, grabbing it at the base to slap her nipples with it.

“Can I feel your dick in my pussy now?” Y/N turned around, Arching her back deeply, “I want my pussy fucked so bad right now-”

“Oh, you want a proper workout, huh?” Erik crawled behind her, smacking her clit with his dick, “Thick as fuck. You want me all in that phat silky pussy?”

“Umph, Yes!” Y/N pops her pussy back on Erik’s dick, “Daddy give it to me-”

“Bounce that ass back on me,” Erik thrust forward inside of her, shallow grunts escaping his mouth. He really missed how tight and wet she is, “Fuck this fat dick-”

“Like this, Daddy?” Y/N sat up on her elbows to look back at him with her cum stained face, “Right fucking there, ahhhhhhh,” Y/N threw that ass back knowing Erik would catch it, “Right here...right here...get it good, fuck, Daddy.”

“Nah, you better fuck this dick. Move that phat butt,” Erik was still on his knees watching Y/N fuck him. She spread her legs, bringing one knee to her chest, grabbing the sheets, and went to town on his fat pipe. She used all the power she has to fuck him herself. sweating and sucking air through her teeth, Y/N could feel herself squirting. Erik’s dick slips out, Y/N’s hips still moving as her pussy steadily poured until it did nothing but drip.

“All this thickness is killing me,” Erik slaps her ass while sliding his dick back inside, “Mmm, mmm, yummy.”

Y/N could feel every stroke because she was super wet. Erik showed her no mercy on her pussy. All he wanted to do to Y/N was beat it up. He arched her again, Y/N letting out unsteady breaths.

“You feel where I’m at?” He was deep in her belly.

“In my fucking stomach, ugh,” Y/N could feel her pussy creaming all over his dick, “This is what I want. I want to be a wet mess for Daddy.”

“You knew Daddy needed this sexy pussy to fuck and fill with all this dick and cum over and over. That ass... damnnnnn,” Erik swats her ass while hammering her pussy, “Good bitch, give Daddy that pussy! Good girl, get that dick!”

short little spurts of air escaped Y/N’s lungs as she cums on Erik's dick. She couldn’t breathe. Panting and gasping, Y/N could feel Erik reach around to grab her neck with his nose in her hair. Y/N held onto his arm around her neck while Erik battered her sugar walls. Her mouth fell open, Erik’s fingers sliding inside. Y/N wasn’t in her body anymore, not even when Erik slowed it down to purposefully give her sharp and quick thrusts before stopping. Each surprise thrust made Y/N suck in a panting breath. Erik’s fat dick got even fatter, her pussy lips spreading to accommodate his rapid growth. She felt his lips sucking on her jaw, her pussy like a waterfall.

“F-Fuckkkkkkk, oh my God, fuckkkkk, ugh, yeah, mhm,” Erik still stroked while he nuts inside of her, Take it...take it...” He whispered, “Fucking take it like I said.”

Y/N licked between Erik’s fingers, her eyes rolled back.

“Good girl, give Daddy that pussy, bitch...let Daddy get in that pussy, slut...enjoy that dick.” Erik’s dick was squashed between her walls while he spoke in a subdued voice in her ear. Y/N melted around him, “You love letting Daddy fuck your pussy...you love having a dick in you...you be feeling so good, right?”

“Umph,” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, tears rolling down her cheeks. That squirt made her pussy extra sensitive. Erik would not stop fucking her pussy. Her hand went back to push at his hips, Erik responding by pushing his hips in further.

“Fuck, Daddy, you got me so weak.”

“Just cum one more time for me. You already made a big ass mess might as well give me more,” Erik spoke quietly in Y/N’s ear.

“Fuckkkk,” Y/N’s head fell forward, “Yessssss.” She gave him one final messy release before falling flat on her belly. Erik’s dick slips out, his eyes watching all his nut fall out to add to the big puddle Y/N already made.

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T H R E E : T W O

K A I D E N

I had just found a parking space when my brother shot me a text. Looking over I replied in my head and proceeded to park before getting out and making my way inside the airport. I was more than geeked about having my baby brother here with me. He was just like me, hotheaded, horrible attitude and a nasty mouth with no filter.

I looked around for a good minute but then I saw that damn beard. My phone went off again and I could see him getting frustrated. “Yo Karter!” His head snapped back so fast I thought the shit was gon’ break off. “MY NIGGA!” We exclaimed together as we dapped and pulled each other in for a hug.

I stepped back and crossed my arms observing him. “Bruh you done grew the fuck up on me.” He stroked his beard cheesing. “Shit it has been a while since we’ve seen each other,” I felt bad about that shit. “but fuck it. Im just stoked to be here man. I missed you.” He dapped me again laughing. I grabbed one of his suitcases and led the way out.

Packing his shit in the trunk, we got in and you know I had to roll a fat wood. “Still in that shit huh?” I sighed and shook my head. “Not for long.” That was one thing he hated the most. Best believe he’s a pothead but dealing? You can kiss that goodbye. Soon as I mentioned something about it he turned and walked away from me.

He would try and be funny sometimes paying me when he wanted weed but of course I slipped the shit back to him. Thats my bro so he always get free shit. “Londyn finally gave me chance.” I spoke out hoping to shift the topic and mood. “No shit! You bagged the baddest in the city. I follow her on instagram nshit and boooooy! She still fine.”

My face flattened as I sealed the wood and mugged his ass. “Shut the fuck up nigga.” He held his hands up in surrender and leaned his seat back. I backed out of the parking space and lit the wood. “But it happened on some wild shit. Some drunk shit actually,” he chuckled, “took her on a nice little date nshit.” I puffed on the blunt before passing.

“Its shocking but not really ‘cause it was bound to happen. Everybody knew yall was gon’ end up together sooner than later.” He shrugged taking a hit. He did have a point though. When I say everybody and their mama knew, I meant that. “Oh shit before I forget, we going out tonight for her sisters shop opening. So I hope you’on got plans.” Karter scrunched his face. “Nigga what plans would I have?” I busted out laughing and snatched my blunt from him.

L O L A N I

I groaned and pushed my head into the pillow as loud music blared through the house. “Get the fuck up! Get ready!” I popped up and seen Loryn standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. “You over slept Lani.” She walked over to my closet and placed my makeup box on the vanity. “Oh shit. I wanted to flat iron my hair.”

I sat at the edge of the bed. I still had to find something to wear. “You look beautiful with curly hair. Chop chop! Lets move.” She walked out closing the door behind her. I really didnt mean to over sleep but shit I was tired. After my bubble bath I smoked a blunt and watched movies on Netflix until I fell asleep.

I was still distraught about earlier today. I felt so stupid for wanting to text Omari. I wanted answers but then again I didnt. Shaking it off, I went to the closet and picked through my clothes. I could either go classy or simple but still fashionable. I decided on simple.

Once I got dressed I brushed my teeth then started on this lion mane of mine. All I had to was wet it a little and apply moisturizer. I needed my curls to pop tonight. Checking myself out in the mirror I blew a kiss then turned out the light before returning to the closet. “Have you heard from mama?” Loryn busted in my room once again. “No. Call her.” I said in duh tone. “You call her.”

She rolled her eyes and sat on my bed. “You look cute by the way.” I waved her off and continued to dial my mom. When she answered she said, “yes Lani? Make it quick.” I placed her on speaker phone and handed the phone to Loryn. “Ma? You cant miss this night. I need you there!” She expressed. “MA! You hear you?”

“I hear you baby. Oh shit, Im on the way home now.” You could her rushing off to somewhere and slamming a door closed. “Im grabbing my things now and leaving. I wont miss it. I promise.” She said her goodbyes and explained to someone what was going on. Lordyn didnt hang up until she heard the car start up. “Shes gonna miss it.” She whispered looking like she wanted to cry.

“Stay positive. Let go get a drink.” I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the kitchen yelling out for my other two sister. “C’mon girls!” Londyn and Leilani walked into the kitchen looking fly as fuck. I swear my mama made some fine ass twins. I took the bottle of Hennessy out the freezer and grabbed some shit glasses.

I poured shots for us and motioned for them to pick one. “I just wanna toast to my bad ass sissy Loryn. I couldn’t be more proud of you!” We clinked our glasses together chanting, “congrats suh!” before throwing the shot back. I heard the door open and my mom walked in. “Oh fuck im late.” My sisters and I fell out laughing. She threw her purse and bag on the couch shrugging her jacket off. “Ima throw something on then join in.”

I got another glass and poured us another shot. We waited for my mom to come out, and five minutes later she came out looking flawless as always. “Ok Ok,” my mom grabbed her glass and looked over at Loryn. “to my precious Ruby, Im more than proud to be your mother. Im more than proud about you opening up your own business. I pray for positive vibes and many more blessings to come your way.”

She raised her glass and we followed. “Mommy loves you baby.” We clung glasses again and down the liquor. “Kaiden is here. Lets roll.” Londyn announced and I instantly got nervous. We grabbed everything we needed before leaving out and locking the house. “Hey mama Loraine.” Kaiden, who had flowers in his hands, walked up to her giving her hug and kissing her cheek. “And congrats to the Ms. Loryn.” He handed her the flowers and kissed her forehead.

“Wassup Lei, Lil Lo?” Kaiden proceeded to kiss our foreheads leaving Londyn for last. He wrapped her in a bear hug placing a fat kiss on her lips. “This my lil brotha Karter, Kater this is Mama Loraine and the the twins.” He did a quick introduction. I was definitely checking out Karter. His beard. Those lips. Thats damn smile! Calm down Lani.. I coached myself.

“Yall look beautiful,” he complimented once he took his attention off of Londyn. “whats the riding plans?” He continued. “I’ll drive. And mama and the twins can ride with me.” Loryn spoke up. Kaiden looked back at me. “Wanna ride wit us Lil Lo?” I looked around before nodding my head. Londyn squinted her eyes and walked to the car.

“Follow me Kaiden.” “Already.” We parted ways and hopped in the car. “What you call yourself doing Kai?” He cocked his head to the side and cranked the car. “Fuck you talkin bout princess?” We had to wait for Loryn to back out of the driveway before we could move. As always, Kaiden pulled out a wood that was already rolled. “Ima wait til mama and them pass to light it.” He looked at me and Karter in the backseat.

“You know exactly what Im talking about. Dont play stupid.” She looked back at us and squinted her eyes again. “Girl mind ya business.” Kaiden turned her around and took off behind Loryn.

Not even thirty minutes later, we pulled to Loryns shop, Naturals. She had her own lot and plenty of space for clients. There was close to a hundred people waiting outside. I was shocked. Kaiden cut the engine and we got out at the same time. As we got closer to the door Loryn got teary eyed. “Wow! First and foremost, thank you all for coming out and celebrating with me. Im beyond grateful.” Everyone cheered clapping their hands.

“I would like to thank my family for motivating me and keeping me focused. Next, much much love to my wonderful working staff. Im more than excited for yall to see everything so, lets get it!” She slapped her hands together smiling hard and taking a pair of scissors. I watched on, with my cheeks damn near hurting and tears in my eyes, as Loryn cut the rope. “YES LORYN!” I yelled out clapping and whooping! Soon after everyone else joined in.

L O R Y N

“Welcome to Naturals.” I hugged and welcomed everyone in. I was amazed by the crowd and was filled with joy. I couldn’t do anything but thank the Lord. My shop came out looking beautiful. Each hair dresser had their own personal space. I sat the flowers Kaiden got me on the receptionist desk and walked around.

Seeing everyone smiling and enjoying their selves made my heart smile. “Congratulations beautiful.” Turning around I came face to face with Ace. “What are you doing here?” I haven’t heard from him in a while and now he decided to pop up. “I couldnt miss my girls day.” I leaned my head to the side and started to walk away. But then I thought, what good would that do? Knowing I was gonna end up in his bed later on.

“Now Im your girl? I havent seen or heard from you in weeks. Whats that about?” I placed one hand on my hip and looked up at him. Ace sighed and stepped closer to me.��“I had a drop to make out of town. Came back this morning and been resting up since then.” His hands were in his pockets. “And you couldnt let me know that?”

“So you could come up with every reason in the book to keep me from going?” He fired back. I had to give him that so I stayed quiet. “I gotta lil gift for you. You’ll get it later on tonight. “ He leaned down, kissed my lips and made his way over to my mom to greet her. I swear I couldn’t stand him at times but he made me happy. Looking around again, I stopped when I seen Lolani and Kaidens brother chalking it up the bar.

He had to be saying some funny shit ‘cause she was smiling and laughing hard. Fuck they got going on? Deciding to leave it alone and ask later, I spotted Leilani and Londyn with Kaiden right behind her. “Hey yall.” I laughed a little approaching them. “Im loving the shop, its so spacious and classy.” I loved my twin.

“I love the colors. I even took this bomb ass picture in the bathroom.” Leilani showed me the picture and I instantly gassed her. “You so fuckin fine.” One of the caterers walked around us a glass of champagne. “Congrats again sus!” I could get use to hearing that.

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It was close to midnight when my guest left. I cleaned up with the help of my family, which only took half an hour. “Thank yall again, I cant express how much I love yall.” I handed my mom the keys and told her that I was riding home with Ace. She kissed my cheek and led them out the shop. “Im proud of you.” My dimples sunk in as my I looked down smiling. “Ready for ya gift?”

“More than ready.” I grabbed my belongings, grabbed his hand and waked out locking up behind us. He opened the car door for me and then made his way to driver seat. One settled into the car he reached in the back and pulled out a duffel bag along with small gift bags. He sat the duffel in my lap and opened it. When I say my mouth dropped.

It was neatly stacked bills filled to the top. “Thats for emergencies. Put in somewhere safe.” Next he handed me the small bags and I went searching. The bag held an iced Pandora bracelet. “Damn,” was the only thing I could say. In the next bag was a gold Cuban link chain. “Ice me out then!” We laughed and he took the jewelry to place them on me.

“Dont get fucked up out here Loryn, remember who ya man is.” I smacked my teeth and pushed his hand. “I dont need no reminder nigga.” He pulled me in for a kiss and pushed my seat back. “Now sit back and shut up while I enjoy myself.” Ace took my thighs and made me spread eagle. “Why you free ballin’?”

I looked down as he placed small wet kisses on my second lips. “Stop teasing me and get to it.” He slid two fingers inside of my mouth and flicked my clit. “I didnt tell you to talk so shut up?” He drug his tongue from the top the of my clit down to my opening. I grabbed onto his head shoving pushing him further into my pussy. “Fuck yeah baby!” I gyrated my hips and leaned my head back enjoying the moment. This was definitely the best way to end the night.

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blackrosesfanfic · 5 years ago

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Chapter 212

Two days later

Alex

I gasped sitting up in the bed. Aye shit. I totally forgot to fucking talk to Cammie's ass days ago. Damn. I'm slipping on my game. As I'm getting out of bed I feel resistance. I turn around looking behind me. The cover was wrapped around my waist because I took my feet out first. Jamaal's stupid ass was holding the cover around my waist preventing me from getting all the way out of bed.

"You wake up in the middle of the night and grab your phone? You going to make a phone call? Or you suddenly have to urge to shit?"

"Oh my gosh." I slap his hand off of the cover and get up. "You got fucking problems."

He doesn't change his demeanor. "You think I'm playing?"

"Boy, chill the fuck out." I say sitting on the bed. "I can't believe you fucking serious."

"Hello?"

I slap Jamaal's hand away from me. "Hey, Boo. I forgot to fucking talk to you days ago."

"You better be glad my baby don't know we changed time zones."

"Good you were woke. So the other day I heard some shit. I meant to let you know."

She sighs. "I'm going through some shit right now. I don't want to hear no shit about Trey. Warning."

I chuckle. "Well good then bae, cause this shit about you."

"Say what?"

"Yeah, this blog page was started about you and August Alsina. It's pretty petty but anyway. It's like a if you see these two together let us know type shit. They got people talking about how they used to see yall partying together and now there's this song."

She sucks her teeth. "That's why that bitch took it upon himself to fucking tell me about a fucking song? Oh my gosh. I'm..."

The baby starts crying really loud. I couldn't hear shit she was saying anymore. It sounded like she was still talking. I wait for the baby to stop crying. When he does it gets completely quiet. She must not have been talking to me.

"I'm about to call this motherfucker right now."

"Who?"

She sucks her teeth. "Can you get Caden?"

I think it's April. "You know I've been waiting."

"August."

"Why you calling August?"

"Cause he needs to fix this shit. No wonder Trey acting all salty and shit."

I suck my teeth. "You can't leave a nosey ass bitch in the dark. I wanna hear this conversation."

She doesn't say anything for a few seconds.

"Damn, Bae, do you know what time it is?" August grunts.

"Oh shit." I whisper turning to Jamaal. I put the phone on speaker.

Cammie was livid. "Why the fuck do I care? Where are you?"

"Umm... in my fucking house. Do I supposed to be somewhere else? Why you calling me all mad and shit?"

"Cause your bullshit got people thinking I'm having a fucking affair with your ass."

He exhales. "Yeah, I know."

"Fuck you August." She spats.

"I ain't did the shit on purpose, Love. I told you the other day I'm better than that. I'm not gonna ruin your shit cause you don't want to be with me."

"Well fucking prove it then."

He clears his throat. "How? How can I make you happy?"

I look at Jamaal. Oh shit. This nigga acting like he in love with her ass. What the hell? Maybe they did once have something but clearly they don't have shit now. Cammie wasn't having it. I nod my head. That's it cousin. Work your fucking magic.

"Trey is in Miami."

"You want me to fucking go to Miami? He not even in Miami. He is in LA."

"What?"

August sighs. "I'll go talk to him."

"He is in LA?"

"He was flying to LA... hold on." We wait very impatiently for a few seconds. "Oh my bad. He in Atlanta. Aight."

Cammie doesn't say nothing. "Whatever. I stopped caring where he was a few seconds ago. You know where the fuck he at."

"Aight, Cammie."

"Hang up." She snaps.

The line goes silent. "Thanks for calling me."

"Bae, you already know I will. I hate I didn't call earlier. So Trey bouncing around the country and y'all not talking?"

"I can't fucking believe it's over some simple shit like this. A fucking song about me turning him down. There's no fucking way."

I frown. "You turning him down? Not the one about the girl having a side dude?"

She laughs. "Come on. If I fucking cheat on Trey it would not be with someone who couldn't keep their mouth to themselves. That's the problem now. Niggas like that would make me their fucking trophy. I hit it too. Hell no. If this fucking marriage don't work I'm dating far out of the celebrity circle. Fuck that. Cheat on him with a damn social worker or brick Mason."

"You so stupid."

"Here get your baby." April snaps.

Cammie laughs. "He not even crying."

"Cause I said fine here go Mommy. Smart little ass stopped crying and turned his head around the room."

"Awh, little guy."

"I'm going to go." I say.

She sighs. "Alright. I'll let your nosey ass know what happens."

"Thank you, Boo."

"Ain't that some bullshit?" Jamaal retorts. "About to ruin a marriage for what?"

"Ego." I say pushing him away from me.

A few hours later

Trey

I peek out into the hall. It's fucking August. That's the last fucking person I want to fucking talk to right now. He holds up a bag to the peephole. I chuckle. Winning me over with food? He must have took my fucking order from the delivery guy. I open the door.

"I knew you would open it for your fucking food." He says walking in.

"Trey!" Fabuolous says walking in with him.

Smart man brought fucking backup. I dap Fab up.

"Fuck yall doing here?"

"Ran into my man, Aug. He said he was coming to holla at you. Figured I would intrude as well. Heard you punched oh boy." Fab says making himself comfortable on the couch.

August puts the food down then looks from me to Fab. "Who?"

"Brown." Fab says looking in the bag.

"Bruh." I snap snatching the bag.

August sits down. "Shit, I need to start talking to niggas more. What the fuck for?"

Fab chuckles. "Cause he pissy ass petty Trey."

"Fuck you." I say.

"Well, aye, I wanted to clear these fucking rumors and shit. Figured it was time to put an end to the bullshit."

Fab turns to him. "Rumors?"

Fucking rumors. Nigga who the fuck sent you here? Ain't no fucking way you gonna come to my fucking hotel room to talk about shit that has been going on for weeks. You could have fucking came to me days ago bitch. Fuck him. I'm back to acting like this shit don't fucking faze me. I shrug one shoulder.

"I'm in a shitty mood. Entertain me." I say.

"Yeah, some superfan want to paint a picture that me and Cammie had a relationship. Still got one. I don't see how a song about getting rejected means we fucking."

Fab looks at me then August. "Trey Cammie?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck out of here bruh." Fab shrugs. "Ain't even no point bringing shit like that up. Nigga ain't bout to believe in no fucking rumors like that."

"Exactly." I say.

August shrugs. "I just wanted to make sure ain't no shit between us. I wouldn't break your family up like that bruh. Not over no damn rumor either."

I guess we all just shrugging it off. I shrug again. "Yeah. So how the fuck you knew where I was?"

"Forrest."

"Aye, where my nigga at? He here?"

I shake my head. "I don't fucking know."

Fab stares at me. Nigga probably reading right through my bullshit. "So what got you on the wrong side of the bed?"

"Shit really."

"Aye, since you depressed let me get that food." August says reaching.

I pull the bag back. "For real though. My son losing weight and they don't know why. I'm not there. Don't really want to go deal with it. You know just don't want to hear bad news."

Fab nods. "Damn, Caden?"

"Hell yeah."

"Well you don't need my shit." August says standing up. "I'm out. I got to head to fucking Cali."

"LA?" Fab asks.

August shakes his head. "Naw, fucking Sacramento."

Fab nods. "I got to fucking be in Vegas tomorrow. I'm fucking stalling."

"Vegas sounds fun." I say.

"Aye, let's go then bruh." Fab says reaching across the table. "Old times sake."

"Fuck yeah." I say dapping him up.

Chris

I look at the phone before answering. Didn't fucking want to answer the shit for Trey. It's Cammie though. I answer it. Haven't talked to her in a few days.

"You." I say.

"Why did you and Trey fight?" She asks.

I roll my eyes. "If I knew you called to talk about that bitch I wouldn't have answered."

"Y'all are on some other shit."

"Aye, that's your man."

She sucks her teeth. "It's you too. I'm just worried about him Chris. You aren't? It seems like he is falling out with everyone one by one. April, Forrest, fucking Buggzi."

"What he do to Buggzi?"

"Doesn't want him around. Spazzed out on him."

"So what do you want me to do? I feel like you want me to do some shit."

She exhales. "Christopher, I want someone else to fucking worrying about my fucking husband's mental wellbeing right now. He pushed me and everybody else away. He not calling to check on his kids. You know that's not him Chris. I would go pop up in whatever city he in but I'm trying to figure out why my child is losing weight."

I sigh. Damn. "Yeah, I heard about that."

"Chris, I need you to care for me. Would you do that?"

I tilt my head to the side. This fucking shit fucking gets to me man. Once again I have to go to this nigga and pet his ass up. I hate this bullshit. This bitch fucking hit me for talking shit that I always talk. But I have to think about his kids.

"I can try."

"I think that he is going to Vegas with Fab."

I look at the time. "And how you know this?"

"I'm a woman. My fucking detective skills. He posted a picture... Fab posted a picture. He was in the bathroom of the hotel that Trey likes to stay in when he's in Chicago alone. Predictable. Don’t know why they in Chicago. Anyway then Fab was tagged in a party flyer that Trey liked. Club in Vegas tomorrow night."

"Damn, woman."

She chuckles. "Anyway, Chris. Thank you."

I inhale. "Yeah. How you know I don't got shit to do?"

"My mistress already let me know." She chuckles. "Thank you, bye."

"Yeah."

I go to Fab's Instagram. Sure enough everything she said was there. I look at the flyer. It said that it was a two day event. I'll go on the fucking second day. I don't feel like dealing with Trey's shit right now.

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womenofcolor15 · 5 years ago

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Man Who Allegedly Tried To Kidnap Woman Off NYC Subway Claims It’s Not What It Seems, Says He Was Trying To Help Her

The man who was caught on video allegedly trying to kidnap a woman off an NYC subway is telling his side of the story. Do you believe it? Find out what he said inside...

A Bronx man named Sonny Alloway made headlines after he was accused of trying to kidnap a woman off a subway car in the Bronx. The incident was caught on camera and went viral on social media. Hours after the alleged abduction, a video of the man getting beat up by people in the Bronx surfaced online. Someone called the cops while he was getting beat down by vigilantes and he was eventually arrested.

The 48-year-old man was charged with unlawful imprisonment for the alleged abduction and ended up being released. The reason? Bronx district attorneys deferred prosecution to allow for more time in building a case.

Folks caught up with the man in the Bronx and he’s now sharing HIS side of the story. He claims the woman featured in the video told him she needed help, so he asked her what’s going on. By the way, in the beginning of the viral video, you do Sonny and the woman conversing while on the subway. He said the woman told him the man next to her was holding her hostage, so he suggested she get off the train. He said she told him if she tried that the man would beat her up, so he suggested he would help her off the train.

”So then when I scooped her off, she started screaming, ‘Help! Help!’” he explained. “I’m like ‘why this b*tch screaming help?' So I sat there. You see on the video I sat there. So then, I left. So then the dudes on the block were like 'Why you try to rape that chick?' I was like ‘That was a grown crackhead that was wildin’ out.’ So then they tried to jump me or whatever. They took me to the precinct, they cleared my name and now I’m free.”

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Son God from the train incident explains himself... who believes his story?.... I wanna hear what the lady got to say.. and they didn't try to jump you nigga they beat yo ass @worldstar @hollywoodunlocked @theshaderoom

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The father-of-five, who lives alone in the Bronx, explained to the NY Daily News that the video isn’t anything like what it appeared to be. He said he was trying to help the woman and that he’s NOT a sexual predator:

“I mean, let’s really think about that: I’m going to carry her from the train station over here, kicking and screaming, and no one is going to notice that?" Alloway asked rhetorically. “That’s usually what happens in the world. You just go with the video and you take it for what it is.”

Sonny said he was attacked several times following the incident and he ended up having to go the hospital. Nothing majorly serious, just some bumps and bruises. Now, he wants to have a “rematch” with the people who beat him down because of the viral video.

“I definitely want to put a boxing match together. Any of them who wants to step in the ring with me, if they can knock me out they’ll get $5,000.”

Oh.

There's another clip of the man with the girl he allegedly tried to kidnap and someone who may or may not be her father. It's unclear when this video footage was captured, but they definitely ran into each other following the incident:

“I’m pretty sure that people who know me know that this is bull,” he declared. “Everybody who knows me will tell you, I go out on trains and give away scarves, gloves. I gave her some gloves,” he said.

Social media is now almost split after hearing his side of the story. Upon first seeing the video, some believe the interaction appeared to be have been a kidnapping, but after hearing his side of the story, others claims they could see what he's saying could possibly be the case as well. What do you think?

Also....

A video of the man singing about looking at underaged girls has surface. Check it above.

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 ࿐︙POWER 106 LIFTOFF SHOW — Devante on his new show ‘DECOD3D’, addressing rumors & more.

“Aight, we’re back with our very special guest; Devante Carter! Executive producer and actor. It’s good to have you on the show, I have to say it again because we been tryna get you on here for the absolute longest and we know you been workin’ crazy. So it’s great to have you here, man.” JUSTIN spoke into the mic as he adjusted it at the same time. “But let’s jump right back into it. Of course, with fame, comes a loooot of things and the main thing right now is the rumors circulating around you and your relationship, women saying you’re a womanizer, other women disagreeing with that. How— how do you deal with all of that under your Instagram pictures, in real life and what do you have to say as far as the rumors you’ve heard goes?”

Clearing his throat, DEVANTE’s bottom lip remained embedded between his diamond grilled covered set as he allowed the male to talk and listened to him. A light chuckle leaving his lips as he was posed with the variety of questions. “Umm..” He began, sitting up in his seat comfortably as he delved into the sect of questions that he was asked. “I ain’ gon’ lie, I done heard a lot of shit ‘bout me that I ain’ even know I did. That’s what’s crazy.” DEVANTE laughed once more. “At this point in my career I’m pretty used to the positive and the negative comments and at the end of the day, that’s all they are, comments, unda’ a picture. Nobody gon’ say half the shit they say to my face so fuck I’m worried fa’? I been a solid nigga since day one and from way back, I ain’ eva’ really care what anybody had to say ‘bout the shit I do, my views on people’s opinions ain’t ever changed… they can take them shits and choke on ‘em to be honest, 'cause it’s a waste of time thinkin’ it’s finna get unda’ my skin.” Rubbing a hand over his face, he silently thought back through the series of questions. “Women is gon’ be women, that’s all that boils down to and they all gon’ have they thoughts. That is what it is.” Shrugging his shoulders, had he not been able to mask his emotions well, the expression he wanted to make in reference to his PR stunt would’ve been easily readable. “Everybody know 'bout my relationship, nosy ass fuckers into everything but don’t anything, forreal. It ain’t nothin’ fake, it wasn’t forced, this shit is real. People take shit and run wit’ it but don’t know the facts and that’s everybody problem.”

“At the end of the day, as long as I’m in the limelight, this the shit I’m gon’ have to deal wit’ and I’m sure even after, 'cause a lot of celebrities off the scene but muhfuckas still find a way to be on they ass. Rumors are rumors, bruh. If you ain’t see it wit’ ya’ own eyes, hear it wit’ ya’ own ears or nothin’ like that, don’t believe it… looks be deceiving sometimes, shorty.”

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erikismybitch · 6 years ago

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Based off the Jill Scott interlude PT.2

You didn’t trip off what happened in the grocery store . But then it happened again, with another woman at the gym.

Then three more times after he posted the faceless pic of you and the “Erik” chain on his Instagram.

“Women sure are resourceful, like fucking spies when they want to be nosey ” you spoke sourly as you blocked yet another girl from your inbox. It was the most action your Instagram had seen in a long time . All this unwanted attention surrounding you brought back that old self conscious girl you’d hidden years ago.

“So, you gon keep me on pause the whole time? Maybe I should just end the FaceTime “ Erik said through the speaker of your iPhone .

“Sorry that I had to deal with one of your many hidden girlfriends” you went back to the FaceTime. Erik was sitting in his car on his work break . He mumbled lowly, knowing you couldn’t hear him. “Talking mess?” You asked with a lifted brow . The frustration was written all over his face , for the past week it had been a downhill battle between you and him.

“I was dealing with a lot of them girls back before you. But I didn’t feel the way about you that I do now “

“Is that supposed to be a compliment? “ you snapped . Eriks phone paused as you continued to rant . “I won the race and you were the prize?”

Eriks face came onto the phone screen again. He didnt say anything, he spent the past few days explaining himself . He never cheated , these were all women of the past . He was out of options and figured his best bet was to stay silent .

“I didn’t know you were THAT nigga”

“Please !” He finally spoke , twisting his face . “You got with me cause I was THAT nigga, don’t act new”

“Erik , I got with you cause you were you . I didn’t know it would come with all of this”

“Then break up with me then!” Erik shouted angrily and ended the FaceTime call . It scared you , not the tone of his voice but those words . You were angry with him and you weren’t sure what you wanted . Breaking up with him was not on your list .

Just as you were about to press the call back button, Erik sent you a text .

I’m sorry for yelling like that , I’ll pick you up later tonight for that party.

You tossed the phone across your bed . Tiana and Devin were a married couple who hosted game nights at their hillside home . They were older and a couple that you admired. Tiana was an old co-worker of yours , she and Devin introduced you to Erik at their very own party. The two of you hadn’t seen them in a while and agreed to go tonight .

You listened as the postal worker slid the mail in your home door slot . You went to fetch the mail from the front . You scanned through it .

“Bills, bills, bills, Complex for Erik, and Cosmo for me”

You dropped everything except for the Cosmopolitan magazine. Ironically your current life story was on the cover in big bold letters

“So, you’re dating a ladies man pg 48 “.

“Yes, yes the hell I am” You eagerly opened the magazine to the article . Not even bothering to sit down, you began to read .

“...It's horrible and infuriating and brings out your jealous side. I get it. So what do you do? How do you handle him, and, more important, how do you keep him focused on your relationship when he's being approached left and right?...”

“How?” You mouthed out loud , as if the article was speaking to you

“...don't put him so high up on a pedestal. You deserve each other, and you are equals in the relationship. That mind-set is important...”

“Okay, okay” you nodded in an agreeable manner then read down a little more .

“...when a woman comes up to him and you're around. Let her and him know that he is yours, and you want to keep it that way. He will find that fiery, possessive side of you exciting and comforting...”

“I’m not fighting for no man, Cosmo”

“..."accidentally" let him see an innocent yet flirty text from a guy you met at work, or mention how "weird" it was that so-and-so asked you for a drink...”

“This is dumb as hell” you laughed and tossed the magazine with the rest of the mail . You should have known better than to look for advice from a pop culture magazine .

Hours passed and Erik was outside waiting for you . You had taken your time getting ready . The curls your usually had were flattened straight and tucked behind your ears. A casual dress accompanied with a denim jacket and heels . Plus , your make up was perfect.

You walked out of your apartment complex and made your way to Eriks truck. He thought you looked amazing , even more so than ever because you didn’t know how beautiful you were. To him, it was effortless.

“What?” You snapped with an attitude . You noticed the look he gave you when you got into the car . Erik laughed in response and pulled off .

“Nothing , you just look good... that’s all” Erik nodded his head to his music nonchalantly. You turned your body towards the window , just so Erik couldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing your smile . How could a girl be mad at that? And plus, he looked good too.

Erik drove briskly through the mountains , until he reached Devin and Tianas Spanish-styled home . There were several cars in the drive way as you pulled up . You both went inside and greeted everyone. Some new faces and some old .

You went your separate way from Erik, finding comfort in playing games with other people. Erik kept his eye on you the entire time , he was like a lost puppy waiting for you to find him. Out of the two host, Tiana was the first to notice that Erik wasn’t having fun . He told her that the two of you were on bad terms so he gave you space. She suggested that the four of you played a game alone . Tiana gathered you and her husband , then met Erik in a well-off room away from the main party .

“Let’s get it “ Devin shuffled the deck of Uno cards and gave each person seven . Both couples sat across from their mates and played the game .

“Uno!” You called out excitedly , you were down to your last card .

Erik hit you with a draw four and a smirk . Everybody cursed and took cards from the deck .

“Just when I think everything is straight , Erik shuts shit down “

“It’s just a game though” Erik placed a card onto the stack .

“It’s just a game though” you mimicked him in a nagging voice .

The married couple couldn’t stand the tension and before an argument started they interjected .

“You guys talking about Uno, or something else ?” Devin asked .

“Ask the ladies man” you motioned towards Erik . He tossed his cards on the table , fed up .

“What’s going on with you guys , seriously?” Tiana lowered her voice a bit , making sure nobody in the other room could hear the conversation.

“She’s upset because other women still like me” Erik made it seem like no big deal .

“Is that true?” Tiana interjected

“It’s more complicated than that , women are approaching me and messaging me about him”

The two of you felt completely comfortable spilling all the intimate details of the relationship with them . That had years of experience and knowledge under their belts . Erik gave them his view and you followed up with your own .

“You’re upset at something Erik can’t control and Erik should have helped you get to a place where you feel secure” Tiana began to preach .

Erik moved closer to you , running his hand across your lower back . “You don’t feel secure with me?” He spoke low, only for you to hear .

“I feel like I’m suddenly in a competition. If all those women weren’t enough for you then how could I, just one girl, be enough ?” Erik wrapped his arm around you and brought you into his chest . His way of letting you know you were secure with him. He didn’t know you felt that way .

“Why was she different than the rest of the girls?” Tiana questioned Erik. He thought about the night he met her, in this same house . Sure he had seen women more beautiful, women with better bodies and more sex appeal. But it was something about you that drew him in .

“This man drooled on himself when he saw her!” Devin blurted out .

“I did, my shirt got wet and everything “ Erik admitted shamelessly.

“We laughed about that shit for weeks” Devin cracked up.

“Girl, If that don’t make you feel secure then I don’t know what can” Tiana teased .

Devin and Tiana left the room, they allowed you and Erik some alone time . You tried your best not to taunt him for drooling, but you were flattered . Erik still held you against him, you took it a step further and embraced his waist . The words “sorry” were at the tip of your tongue . As soon as you were about to speak, Erik did.

“I remember after our second date, you didn’t call me for a like a week. Usually I wouldn’t trip ... but I did.” He played with your chain for emphasis. “That’s when I knew you were different “

“Erik, I’m sorry I’ve been mean . You don’t deserve that “

“It’s alright , you ready to get out of here?”

You nodded your head and agreed . The two of you said goodbye to everyone and made your way to the car . Erik drove through the hills slowly , enjoying the entire view of the lit city below . His car came to a stop, right on the edge of the road . A few cars were parked near by. They probably had the same idea as Erik .

He wanted to get high and enjoy this view with his girl, his one and only girl. Erik broke down his weed and rolled a blunt . He lit it , giving you the honor of hitting it first .

“I didn’t know how insecure I was , until tonight“ You mouthed , after inhaling and blowing a little smoke through your nostrils .

“You have nothing to be insecure about, I’m with you for a reason. Nobody makes me feel the way you do”

That put a big smile on your face . All you needed was a little assurance. You have him the blunt . He took it between his soft lips and inhaled . It had been almost a week since you felt him inside of you . And something about that small gesture turned you on. You reached over his lap and reclined his seat . Erik smirked at you, he knew exactly what you wanted .

His jeans were already low. You unbuttoned him and pulled his briefs down. His beautiful dick sprung at attention. Without a word you wrapped your mouth around his shaft . You focused on getting it wet so your lips could glide easily . This was his favorite , you were the best at it . You wanted to show him how much you wanted him .

“Shit baby, just like that” Erik ashed his blunt , it felt so good he couldn’t smoke anymore . You slurped hard, hearing the sopping sounds over the radio. Your head bobbed as you popped your lips on the tip of his veiny dick. Erik held on to the back of your head for leverage , bringing you all the way back down on him . You covered every last inch until his dick touched the back of your throat .

“You so perfect for me” Erik brought your head up , allowing you to take in air. He lifted you by your shoulders and kissed your moist lips . It was slow, sensual and passionate . Erik snuck your dress above your ass, then took it upon himself to slide your panties to the side .

“Come sit on this dick” his voice was smooth but still demanding . Just how you liked it.

You raised your leg over his lap, thanking god that Erik had a truck with tints. Erik cut the engine and turned off the radio . You thought maybe he wanted to listen for trouble , but he just wanted to hear you .

You slid onto him easily , seizing the moment . He always felt so good inside of you. Erik peeled your breast from the top of your dress . You rode him slowly .

“This the dick that got you wearing that chain?” he hissed , digging his palm into both of your ass cheeks .

“Yes baby” You let out a whimper, speeding up and adding a little bounce to your movement.

“Show me how you got that fucking chain!” He slapped your ass hard , kicking you in gear . Your breast bounced up and down . Eriks eyes reverted back and forth . Your silk like wetness coated his dick , each time you came down on his shaft he let out a grunt of satisfaction.

The sweet musty smell filled the car , so did the humidity . It covered all the windows , nobody could peak in if they tried .

Eriks hands roamed from your ass , to your waist , to the cup of your delicious breast .Then they found a place on the sides of your neck , bringing you down on to him . Your foreheads touched and the air flared from Eriks nostrils loudly .

“Let it out daddy ! “ you demanded against his lips . He slapped your ass again , piercing his fingers into your mounds . He forced your hips to move to his liking . Erik took control, his dick sent a lightning sensation through senses.

“Ohhh my god” you croaked and rested in the crevice of Eriks neck.

“Yeah? Daddy feel good to you ?” Erik boasted at the sounds you were making .

“Mmmmm, feel so good” you assured him.

Erik used his thighs to thrust upward into you . You let out a scream so loud that it even shocked you . You were powerless, and willing to do anything he wanted in that moment . The sensation he gave you , you’d rob a bank if he asked you to .

You pulled yourself up, holding the sides of his face firmly . Eriks eyes connected with yours before he kissed you quickly . Nothing but Pure extacy was written all over your face . You opened your mouth wide as you took in air .

Erik knew that face, he sped his strokes up . With each thrust his seat became soaked with your cream.

You gripped the roof handle and his chest as you felt yourself about to explode. You came violently . Your head flew back and a growl escaped your pretty lips.

“Don’t fucking move!” Erik never stopped fucking you . Your walls contracted around him as you tried your best not to lift up . Your flesh was far too sensitive to take the pounding Erik was giving you . Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore , he let out a Harsh breath and came inside of you .

You laid back on top of him, unable to climb back into your spot .

“This shit feel so good, I could just drive home with my dick still inside of you “

You let out a tired laugh and kissed under his chin. It was sticky from sweat . It didn’t matter to you , you loved every part of him. You kissed his lips and then back down to his neck . With your tongue you marked your spot and sensually began to suck on its saltiness.

Erik’s dick began to stiffen inside of you . “Round two?” He mumbled.

“Meet me in the back seat”

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princessresurrection13 · 2 years ago

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I don't care if these bitches don't like me 'Cause, like, I'm pretty as fuck

Just the other day, I heard a ho say Matter of fact, what could a ho say? With a face like this and a bitch this paid Shit, what could a ho say? The bag so expensive, my pussy came with it Body so nice, they be sayin', "Who did it?" But everything natural, actual, factual Prissy in the streets, but I fuck like an animal All you hoes know who the fuck I am From your boyfriend down to my Instagram To all them busted-ass hoes that you kiki with I bet your jaw drop if you ever see me, bitch

I'm her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her She, she, she, she, she, she, she Take a pic, it's me, me, me, me, me, me, me Tell your friends this her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her (Ah)

Bitch, you do you and whatever that is, I'ma do it better Hoes must've just seen me and they playin' catch-up Bitches lookin' like lil' Megans playin' dress-up Would I ever spin the block on a nigga? Never I don't even wear an outfit twice, dead 'em Any bitch got a problem? Probably never met 'em Tell a hater kiss both cheeks, ciao, bella But I'm used to the chatter 'cause

I'm her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her She, she, she, she, she, she, she Take a pic, it's me, me, me, me, me, me, me Tell your friends this her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her (Ah)

All this hate givin' me a pretty face I eat hate, that's why I ain't got a waist The more hoes hatin', more money I'ma make And the more niggas talk, more niggas want a taste 'Cause I'm the most sickenin', hoes so fuckin' sick of me No matter what they do or say, it ain't no gettin' rid of me I come in every room and draw attention like a centerpiece Steppin' for a long time, movin' like a centipede I ain't scared of shit, man or bitch To everybody hatin', y'all could suck this clit 'Cause the hate campaign ain't workin' at all I ain't Jack or Jill, bitch, I ain't gon' fall

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smurkioff2 · 2 years ago

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Dream

“Hey mommy.... Mommy.... das my school”

Kody stuttered. I smiled, looking my rear view mirror.

“I know papa, you’re staying with mommy today”

He looked up bright eyed with a smile.

“Me?”

“Yeah you silly butt”

He laughed, kicking his legs in his carseat. My baby always at school, he’s only 2 so Ima give him a little 2 week break. It was actually Qua’s idea. I just wanna spend more one on one time with him.

With Vanni, work, and being a single parent and mom, I was juggling the world with less time with my baby. But to be honest, God stepped in during the right moment.

With Qua in the picture, not only does that give me a break, but more time with my boy. Don’t get me wrong, we have our time but I can do better in that area. They’re only this age for so long.

I had me a interview this morning, my homegirl gloss was handling the shop for me, after this me and Kody gonna get into these Atlanta streets. Might even fly to Florida.

Stopping at the light, I scrolled through my Instagram then seeing a call coming in. Answering through the Bluetooth of my car, I cleared my throat and spoke.

Quavo: What it do

Dream: Nothing, about to head to this interview with Kody

Quavo: iight iight. You want me to bring my baby back?

Dream: Yeah nigga

He laughed.

Quavo: Nah, I got something better cookin up

I scoffed and shrugged my shoulders.

Dream: Like what? Nigga bring me my baby

Quavo: Let me take ya’ll to Turks

I laughed and shook my head. He back but I don’t trust his ass a lick. JUst take care my kids.

Dream: Man, just take care your kids

He laughed and I smiled as I heard Vanni babble in the back.

Quavo: Come on with the games man. Trynna show you how you should be treated. Meet me at the clear port. Fuck the clothes

Quavo

I stood at the clear port looking around for Dream.

Damn, she really must not be fucking with a nigga. And time is money. I got a pilot on a schedule. I smacked my teeth as the pilot stepped off the flight.

“No rush just want to make sure we’re on schedule”

I nodded, taking a pull from the blunt and looking back at the jet. I nodded about to turn around until I seen a car pulling up. I smiled when I peeped the car. I was about to say, I know she ain’t gonna leave me hanging and not say shit.

It was about to be a trip for me and my baby. I waited till she pulled up, watching as she got out and helped Kody out the backseat.

“Wassup man”

He looked over her shoulder and smiled as she lifted him out his seat. Running over to me, he hit my leg a few times then smiled and backed up.

“I got nanas”

“You had a banana baby?”

He nodded his head, standing beside me as Dream walked up and rolled her eyes.

“Thought you was gonna leave me hangin”

She pushed her shades up up on her face and shook her head.

“Mmmm I almost did”

I laughed licking over my lips as she pushed past me on to the jet. Kody looked up at me smiling as we walked to the jet together.

“Grab that bag right there sir, thank you”

The attendant nodded, stepping to the side as I look

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“Come on baby”

Picking Kody up, I stepped into the plane to see Dream sitting across from my mother and looked back at me.

“Boy why you ain’t tell me Dream was coming!!”

My mama yelled. I laughed and shrugged, letting Kody down.

“It was a surprise boo, Kody you remember Honey?”

He shook his head and back up to me. I laughed as my mom shook her head at me. She loved Kody so me falling off resulted in everybody falling off. I fucked up, but imma make it right.

“Boy go give my mama a hug��

He laughed, stepping over my foot to give my mom a hug then looked at Yovanni in her arms.

“Now I got 2 grandbabies I can live on. She looks just like you Dream. Just with Darker hair. I fell in complete love when Qua bought her by. Do beautiful”

“Thank you thank you, baked these babies to perfection”

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durkio20ff · 4 years ago

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Durk

“Damn boy... I ain’t think you was gonna stop by to see the boy”

Herb spoke as I sat on his couch. My nigga Herb was out here in New York. Most times I’m busy, always on the move. But this time shit was a bit slower so you know I had to come rap with my boy.

“Chill out on me man. How you living?”

He shrugged, putting the finishing touches on a blunt before sparking it up.

“I’m good, happy. Shit, really been living. What you on?”

Herb left Ari a few years back, and you can see the change. I won’t say India ain’t change me, and I won’t say I ain’t love her because I did. But we all grow. And when you grow, sometimes you grow out of old shit.

“Working on the damn The Voice shit. Handling at home shit man”

He laughed, taking a pull of the blunt then handing it to me. Everybody and they mama knew my business. I ain’t trippin, I move on. I ain’t addressing shit, it is what it is.

“I see you handling that at home shit. You finally told India about Kapri?”

My family knew about Kapri, all my other babymomma knew about. It’s crazy though I had to keep that shit on the D-Lo to ensure my relationship with Willow. And for good reason, because she’s going about this shit exactly how I knew she would.

“Yeah nigga. And too be real, I ain’t feeling no type of way about it. I was done with that toxic ass shit. I ain’t heard from her or Willow. And I ain’t going to. I gotta take her ass to court. Before she start playing with my child on some goofy shit”

He nodded, taking the blunt from my hand and taking a pull.

“Ima tell you like this, cause niggas might not give it like this. Just cause you start out with some shit don’t mean it gotta stay there. Ari taught me a lot but Taina put that shit in motion. Grateful for both.... but elevation is key. Ain’t nothing wrong with moving on”

I’m just trying to move foreword. I tried faking shit for the simple fact that me and India were looked at as love icons, but behind screen that shit can be fake as hell. I’m over that, wanna move foreword and be genuinely happy again.

Kianna

“She fucking that Ice Cream Up”

Jayda laughed as she took a picture of Kapri with her son Loyal. Ever since Kapri was a baby, Jayda would sneak her food. And every time we come here she still be giving her food. And Kapri ain’t gonna turn none of it down.

“Girl she’s fat”

She laughed, looking at herself in the mirror as I stepped back and began taking a picture to post to my page. I know India thought her trying to smear my name would fuck up my game, but my work and shit my damn self speaks for itself. I’m a business women, and sweet as hell until you cross me.

“Oh my god. Look at her killing this shit”

I laughed, taking a picture of Kapri and posted it to my Instagram.

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“So girl what the fuck happened the other day on the net bitch?”

Jayda was my client but also my closest friend. I’ve know her since this hair shit for me took off. Only reason my clientele went up was because she allowed me to start doing her hair. I’ve know her for a good 6-7 years.

“I mean, She tried to say we was fucking around behind her back. And she knows good and damn well they wasn’t together”

She nodded her head and agreed. Like I wanna put the bullshit aside because at the end of the day or children are siblings, I want them to grow up together without the hostility, but the way she came for me and my child was out of pocket.

“Girl, fuck her. Real shit, I defiantly had to speak on her saying fuck Kapri because that was wild”

“Right, and girl you doing all this not even knowing Durk been wanting to be with me. Been. I wanna get past that shit though, our kids are siblings, her party is coming up, I want them all there. I’m not for the drama”

She nodded, wiping Kapri’s mouth.

“I think ya’ll should talk. Bring that shit up to Durk. Me and Jason mom had to do it. For the sake of our kids. Even if me and Baby don’t last, I would still want baby Jason to come over or for Loyal to be able to go see him. Not just have their father be the middle point”

I nodded. I think that would be the right move. I can understand her not knowing, but charge that to Durk, not me or my child. I never once disrespected her.

“As far as you and Durk, how ya’ll gonna go about shit?”

I exhaled and shrugged. At one point that man was my everything. Having to cut him off fucked me up. And I missed him, I think Kapri was made and born for a reason.

“He wants to be together. We can just focus on Kapri right now but who knows”

“Good, cause I’ll be for that. Like really really”

I laughed and rolled my eyes, packing up my stuff. This talk with India gotta happen this weekend though. I plan on doing something in Miami for Kapri then having a party here. I want all family and friends there. No drama, just a good time.

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CHAPTER 7: ROLL IN PEACE

After Zeus had his run in with Cassi is mind started to wander more, and more about who snitched on him. He said he was going to get revenge, but wanted to give it a few months before taking action. Just getting out of jail the heat was still on him, and his parole officer was keeping a close eye on him. Cassi forgot she was in on the plan but he knew she didn't drop the ball on him, so he needed to start figuring out who. That's why he called Hazel, the closest thing he had to a right hand, and one of the two people that were in on the job.

“It's open.” Zeus called out from the couch. He was focused on rolling up a blunt currently.

Hazel walked in and the weed instantly knocked her in the face. Whatever strain he was smoking was potent.

“The way that shit is smelling it's definitely going to pop up in your system.” She walked over into the living section of his studio apartment.

“See, a nigga like me already has clean pee stocked up. I can’t go without smoking, and staying sane at all. Hell I snapped last night.” He shook his head, disappointed at his actions.

After the fact, and when he had time to think, he understood why Cassi was mad. He possibly fucked up her normal, and they were supposed to be friends outside of sleeping together. His temper ignited, because she came in and defended somebody that wasn’t him. Having a woman have your back the way she had Saint’s was something he envied right now, because the last time he had that was with Azure.

“What you mean you snapped?” She questioned, taking a seat on the couch and kicking her heels off.

“Man, Cassi.”

“You still dealing with that thot box? For what?” She screwed up her face in confusion.

Hazel knew about their dealings, and knew Cassi was also in a whole relationship right now. As a woman, and human being she didn't respect her because she had no morals or dignity.

“C’mon, don't lecture me today. I ain't trying to hear it.” He sparked the blunt up.

“Ohh fucking well. She's married and you're sleeping with her willingly. That bad karma is going to come and bite you in the ass. This is why Azure doesn't even want to be friends with you. She thinks bad energy follows you.” Her head shook. Disappoint was written across her face.

Zeus looked at her irritated, but inside he knew she was right.

“But why am I here at 9 am?” She asked, deading the previous conversation.

“I think it's time I put my plan in motion to find the snake.”

“You sure? You getting out of jail is still fresh.”

“I know, but the shit has to get handled. My street cred is getting fucked up, because everybody knew the plan was sealed tight and I ain't did shit about it. Somebody spoke to someone.”

Zeus always figured it was a snake, because the cops knew too much about the job than a witness could have seen.

“Most of the niggas that you used to rock with back then are dead, in jail, or have left the streets alone. I think you should really look into Juan’s people dropping the bomb on you.”

Zeus nodded as the smoke filled up his lungs. He needed to be smart, and consider all options.

“Plus, who do you think ratted you out? There's only a few that could have said something, and you know me and Roman didn't.”

She was going through a rough patch with her husband right now, but she knew for sure he wasn't a snake.

“Right, and Cassi had too much involvement to tell.”

“So my suggestion to you is plant a nice little flower for one of his men to pick. You know their pillow talk could get us some information.”

Hazel’s involvement in the murder was being Zeus’ albi if needed. A rooftop party was going on that night, and he arrived when it started and left when everybody was too drunk to realize he was gone.

“And hopefully make the dude want her to stick around long enough for her to meet Gabriella, the Queen of it all.”

“Baby steps. We want the girl to get information, not killed.”

When Juan died his mother Gabriella went on a witch hunt. She wanted justice for her family, and the ways she went about getting justice resulted in a dead body. The last thing they needed was to be caught. They had to move smart.

“You right, you right.” He slouched down on the couch, and laid his head back. “I know the perfect broad, but while I'm doing that I need you to talk to all the little homies. See what they know.”

Back when Zeus was on top of his game you either wanted to be him, or take him out the picture for good. There was never an in between, so for him to sleep at night even the ones that were on his side he needed to be vetted.

“I can do that. Just don't get trigger happy again, and do something we'll both regret.” She chuckled.

With Juan, all she thought he would do was rough him up some. When she turned on the news that morning, and it said an unknown man was shot in the face twenty times she knew it was Zeus. All she could do at that point was hold up her end of the bargain, and say he was at her party all night.

“I won’t, and keep this away from Azure. I don't need her getting hurt.”

“Trust me I won't. The last thing she would allow is for me to be doing dirty work with you again.”

Azure didn't know for sure that they had something to do with Juan’s death, but she could tell something was up. She is a smart woman, and knew these two better than anybody else.

Hazel was getting her red bottoms dirty again by helping Zeus, but she did the necessary for the ones she loved.

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After the fight Azure was back on her grind. She had numerous things lined up for XXL, and herself in general. Today she was having Carmen come over to the office for a potential job opportunity. Future, a close friend and artist, needed a main girl in his new video and asked her to hook him up. Azure’s reach as far as women went was endless. She knew all the hottest video vixens, instagram models, and just beautiful women in general in New York. The reason why she thought about Carmen was because her look was unique, and she wanted to see how she did outside of her element. Majority of the time men wanted Azure in their videos, but she wasn’t that type of girl. She had an image, brand, and reputation to keep.

“Send her right up.” Azure said into the phone.

Selena loved how after one interaction she was getting called in for job opportunities. This was going to lead to her getting closer with Azure, and then in turn being brought into her circle. Everything was going as planned, and moving along accordingly.

She knocked on Azure’s door lightly before walking in.

“Hey, mama.” She smiled wide, and walked over to hug her.

“How are you?” Azure hugged her.

“I'm good, you?” Selena took a seat.

“Good, and glad you could make it on such short notice to the office. My friend Future needs a main girl in his video, and I thought about you. Now I know it isn't your usual thing, but..”

“I'll do it.” Selena said quickly.

Being a video girl was beneath her, and on a regular day she would have rejected the offer. However, today the situation was different. This was going to put Azure in her debt for a favor from her.

“Great, I'll send your information over to him.” She was ecstatic that she was up for the gig.

“But I need you to do something for me.” Selena smiled, and propped her head on her hands.

“What is it? I ain't into all that freaky shit you models are.” Her eyebrow raised, and she was a little hesitant.

“There's this VIP, all exclusive party I'm going to next month and I want you to go with me.”

“Why me?” Azure knew she had other friends that she's known for a longer time that she could ask.

“Everybody else is so called booked up, and I don't want to go by myself. It won't be as much fun.”

Azure sat there thinking. She didn't want to be involved in anymore mess or drama. Her life these last couple of months had been everything, but positive. She needed new energy to surround herself with.

“Fine.”

“Yes! Then it's a date.” Selena smiled, her plans were falling into place.

“Just send over the date, and stuff to me in a couple weeks.”

Azure had to get back to her life, and her work was how she was going to do that. Everybody took her smile as she was ok, and they quickly forgot that she just went through a divorce. She was healing, but the wound wasn't a scab yet.

----

Gigi took the pan of lasagna out the oven, and placed it on the counter next to the stove. Montell was on his way over to her house. She decided to invite him over for dinner with her instead of having him go with her to her mom's house. Her family was unpredictable, and she didn't know what to expect from them. Plus, tonight she could get to know him outside of work on a 1 on 1 basis.

“Girl, you got this. This is the first guy you actually like, so just play it cool. Everything is going to go over fine. You're a bad bitch.” Gigi said to herself in the bathroom mirror.

Montell was off the clock tonight. This interaction was strictly pleasure, because he started to like Giselle. His boss would chew his head off if he knew he was out doing this, so he kept his wire at home. It chewed at his conscious that he was using her the way he was. The more he wanted to keep it professional he couldn't.

He exited the elevator when it reached her Manhattan apartment floor. Knowing what he knew, he knew this apartment was paid for by her father's witness protection money. He reached her door, and knocked.

Gigi gave herself one more look over before she answered the door.

“Hello, welcome to my home.” She smiled wide with her pearly whites showing.

Monty licked his lips when he saw what she had on. His mind undressed her, and his mouth filled up with moisture.

“These are for you Giselle.” He handed her the sunflowers as he walked in, and pecked her on the cheek.

“Thanks, these are beautiful.” She loved that he was the only one who called her by her full name. He told her a queen should be addressed properly.

“Your little spot is tough, and I smell my favorite. You know you have a lot to live up to now.” He chuckled, taking his jacket off once fully inside of her home.

She walked over to the kitchen, and placed the flowers in water. “I got this.” She laughed softly. “Water, lemonade, wine, or Jack?” If anybody knew what his go to drink was it was her.

“You should already know the answer to that.” He smirked, and took a seat at the table.

Along with pouring him a glass of jack, herself a glass of wine, she made their plates. Placed with the lasagna was homemade garlic bread. Cooking was a hobby of hers to the point she took cooking classes from time to time. The way to a man’s heart was through his stomach.

“I appreciate this forreal.” He smiled at her, and placed a hand on her thigh.

That little show of appreciation made her night. The small things in life warmed her heart up, and seeing that a hot meal from her meant so much spoke volumes.

“Anytime.”

The two of them started eating, and spoke about any and everything. The conversation went from family, politics, hobbies, school, childhood, and sex. She was getting to know Montell, and he was getting to know Giselle.

“So when was your last relationship?” The glass of wine was placed up to her lips after she asked the question.

“It was about two years ago. I've dated around since then, but nothing serious enough to bring up.”

“Why'd it end?”

“Our future's didn't align. She wanted things I wasn't sure I wanted right then and there. I was still a struggling DJ that was on his grind to make it. Being young, and stubborn I wanted what I wanted, and didn't care if that meant losing her.”

Gigi listened, and nodded when he finished. She would have thought the cliche answer, and guessed he cheated on her. The more she got to know him the more he surprised her.

“What about you?” He asked.

“Ummm...right before I graduated. We had been together since I was a freshmen at UCLA, and things were great. I always told him I was moving back home when I finished school, and he claimed he understood that. When it was time for me to go he was nowhere to be found until the day of my flight with my best friend. It hurted, but I'm glad I was on my way out.”

The story was partially true. The reason for the breakup wasn't because she was leaving, but because she told him about the transition. The guy was pissed she didn't tell him at the beginning, because he didn't care about her transition. Honesty was the best policy.

“Lucky me he was stupid enough to let you go.” Monty smiled, getting up to grab the plates.

“Let me do that.” She hopped up.

“Girl, pour me another shot and you another glass and let me handle this.” He looked down at her, and she obliged.

Monty put the dirty dishes in the sink, and she handled their drinks. When they finished in the kitchen the duo moved over to the living room. He made it over to the couch first, and as she made way over he followed her every step. It made her blush.

“What?” She asked as she took a seat next to him.

“I want a kiss.” His eyes peered into hers.

His look drove her hormones insane. Before she could verbally comply he sat up, and pulled her face closer to his by her jaw. Their lips connected, and it was like sparks flew. It started off as a peck right before his tongue slid inside of her mouth. They moved around like snakes, and danced like two skillfully ballroom dancers. She pulled away to catch her breath, and stop herself from fainting.

“Wow, damn.” She threw back his shot of Jack. At that moment she needed it more than he did.

“I want to please you.” His voice was soft, but intense.

All Gigi did was nod her head. He took the glass of wine out of her hand, and placed it on the coffee table. She laid back on the couch, and he pushed her dress up over her small waist. His hand rubbed against her opening as he glared her down. Her body was under his control to the point of her legs spreading without the command.

“Ooohh..” She gasped for air, and the last thing she remembered was his head disappearing between her legs.

This was the first time the new her was experiencing anything sexual. The intense pleasure of his lips on hers, his tongue doing magical things to her clit, sent unknown surges through her body. Multiple times she tried to pull his head away, because she didn't think she could handle it anymore. The arch of her back was perfect, and the entire time she only saw the back of her eyelids. Her sounds of pleasure enticed him, and he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

“Baby, I-I, Oh my gawd.”

This unknown feeling of explosive passion brought tears to her eyes as she reached the mountain top. Her legs shook, and he knew he did a job well done but the beast wasn't full. Montell wanted more, and he was going to continue feeding on her sweet juice.

She had no complaints.

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Saint’s love life was shit, and he had no idea how it went from great to horrible. He loved Cassi, and wanted to give her the world but he needed to be smart about everything. Something was up between her, and Zeus. He wanted to believe her, and believe that she wouldn't do anything like that to him but taking into account her reputation he needed to look more into the situation. Plus, Zeus got around in the streets. Majority of the time when it involved a female he usually was smashing, or smashed.

Tonight Saint was at a bar, the same place he'd been the past few nights. Going home was like walking into negative energy, and it was bad enough he was feeling down about the situation. Cassi had been blowing up his phone so much he blocked her. It was apology after apology, and it sounded good but it was what he was used to with her. She was going to apologize, and then use sexual advances to make sure he forgave her. It worked in the past, but not this time. His foot was planted firmly, and only the truth was going to save her.

“Jimmy, let me get a dry scotch and keep em coming.” Saint recited to the bartender. It was the same line he used the night before.

With his celebrity status he had to find a bar that was incognito. His coworkers were already becoming suspicious, because he was coming to work looking drained and reeking of liquor. Saint was the high energy, life of the party guy that had jokes for days. They weren't used to seeing him in this light.

The night was moving along, and as it did Saint was becoming more and more drunk. It took him leaving out the bathroom to notice trouble accompanying him at the same location.

Zeus had been at the bar the entire night with one of his homeboys. This was his go to spot when it came to handling street business. The police barely walked through unless they were called for a disturbance.

Saint’s better judgement was clouded by his alcohol level, and as soon as the thought entered his head he was walking towards Zeus’ table. He wasn't the confrontational type, so all he wanted was answers.

“You fucking Cassi?” He blurted out before his presence was acknowledged.

The young boy with Zeus rose up ready for war, but Zeus sat him down quickly. “Nigga what?” He tried not to laugh in his face.

“We ain't bout to do that, and act dumb in here. You fucking her or not?” He had no time for the games, or Zeus trying to show out for the little audience he had.

“Mane, what your girl say?”

“Obviously some shit I ain't trying to hear.”

Zeus felt bad for the guy, because he could tell he loved her. However, it wasn't his place to be the bearer of bad news.

“I aint thinking about yo girl, or have in a long time.”

“Fuck that supposed to mean?” Saint was taken back by his boldness.

“Fuck it sound like nigga. I been smashed shorty back in the day a few times, and that was it. Since I been out aint nobody over here been on her line. That text I sent was meant for a different Cassi in my phone.” He lied, but told the truth at the same time.

Not proud of it, but she was one of the girl's Azure never knew about. Cassi repaid him with sex for coming to her side. He was risking it by saying he used to fuck her, but wasn't going to look like a sucker either.

“She aint neva tell me yall dealt with each other in the past.” Saint was shocked that she kept that from him.

“Because she wasn't my girl or nothing. To be honest you come and questioning me about a slide that everybody done had, no disrespect of course.” The liquor had him talking his shit.

“Fuck what you talking just stay away from her.” Saint walked away before Zeus had the opportunity to respond.

It irritated him that she never told him about Zeus. He knew her track record was extensive but Azure was his homegirl, and now he felt obligated to tell her what Zeus pridefully told him. It more not than likely wasn't his place, but seeing how smug he was made Saint want to blow up his spot.

He walked by the bar, and downed his last shot. The bar was now overcrowded with energy he no longer wanted to feel. With the mini bar fully stocked Saint headed to the hotel room.

People tended to forget important details of their past.

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