Loving Angel (18 page)

I placed our plates on the coffee table and pulled her into my arms, her back to my chest.
“Nah, tell me.”

“
That I got a man with a big dick so the pussy is on lock.”

“
Am I getting some pussy tonight?” I sucked on her neck, while I rubbed on her belly and then my hand made its way down to the juncture between her thighs. I rubbed on her pussy through her cotton shorts.

“
You already know.”

“
And am I getting some head too?”

“
You already know.” She moaned as she pushed her warm middle against my hand.

Damn right I did.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ANGEL

New York was nothing but drama. Everywhere I looked someone was trying to stress me.

I had a
thirty-two year old mother turned seventeen year old party girl who I didn’t seem to be able to get through to because since the loss of her baby, Mina went from sadness and depression to drinking and partying. She was going to the club every night, dressed in the skimpiest outfits imaginable, drinking, smoking, and sometimes I thought she was doing something stronger than alcohol and weed. I understood that she was having a hard time emotionally because of the loss of my sister and her man was giving her nothing but problems to add to her stress, but I just didn’t understand the way she was dealing with it. I tried encouraging her to get some professional help, maybe talking to a shrink or something and she damn near nearly bit of head off, so I stepped back and allowed her to do her thing; because like she loved telling me, she was a grown ass woman.

I also had a cousin turned ex-best friend/ex-family member, becaus
e family don’t try to do you dirty, who was going around town and talking shit about me. Everywhere I went people were telling me Keya said this about you or Keya said that about you. It really pissed me off that she kept talking crap about me, but what pissed me off even more was that she was talking crap about me instead of trying to apologize for what she did. I mean I would have forgiven her, I wouldn’t have trusted her ass again but I could have gotten past her betrayal because we’d been through a lot over the years and I wouldn’t just throw away a relationship like that over a man I didn’t even want anyway. But with the way she was acting I was starting to think that maybe our relationship was nothing but a damn lie and in that case there was nothing to throw away.

And lastly there was the ex-boyfriend turned nuisance who
just wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone. Von kept calling and texting my phone with endless apologizes. I told that nigga that although I accepted his apology he and I could never be friends again. I don’t know if he thought that at some point we were going to get back together or something, because hello I was pregnant with another guy’s baby over here, but the loss of my friendship was so important to him that he stopped fucking Keya or so he said; Why didn’t he not fuck her in the first place if my friendship was so important? I had to be checking, rechecking and triple checking my phone to ensure I deleted all his messages so that if my man ever searched my phone he wouldn’t find any evidence. That became tiring so I blocked his number.

I was in seventh heaven when the week came for me and my bay to go to Miami. I packed my bags, hopped on a plane, wave
d goodbye to New York and hello to SoBe.

We landed in Miami in the late evening hours. After we got our bags at the baggage claim we went to the car rental and picked up a 2011 Maserati GranTurismo convertible Tyga had placed on reserve. We hopped in our car with the top down and headed for South Beach where we checked in at the Ritz-Carlton. We had a suite that looked like an apartment instead of hotel rooms. It had a spacious bedroom with a beautiful king-sized bedroom set and a small seating area, a walk in closet and large bathroom with a hot tub. I couldn’t wait for me and my bay to make use of that, I never fucked in a hot tub before. We had a nice kitchen, living room and the best part was the view. We could look right through the glass wall of our living room and see the waves coming onto the shore.

“
How do you like it here so far?” Tyga asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind and resting his hands on my belly. I was standing on the bedroom balcony enjoying the view.

“
I don’t like it here; I love it here.” I loved everything about it; from the fact that the weather was cool instead of cold, to the fact that I would just relax and enjoy myself instead of worrying about other people and their problems.

“
What do you want to do first?” He placed his lips on my neck, trailing kisses down to my color bone and causing my body to shiver.

“
How about we go check out that hot tub,” I suggested.

“
I’m with you on that one.” I could tell because his dick was as hard as marble against my lower back.

We filled the
huge tub with water and then turned that baby on. We undressed and got in with me sitting between his legs. The water was nice and hot, just the way I liked it and the jets were doing a real nice job in relaxing my muscles but when my bay made me lean forward and started working on my shoulder and back, I was in total bliss.

“
Will you treat me this good when I’m not pregnant anymore?” I wondered. He was always giving me back and foot rubs, and rubbed coco butter on my belly at night to prevent stretch marks.

“
Haven’t I always treated you good, even before you got pregnant or have you forgotten your birthday night?” He replaced his hands with his lips and started trailing kisses where his hands had worked before.

“
You mean the night you didn’t use a condom against my wishes and got me pregnant; that night?” I said dryly. I was only messing with him, because I did love how he made the room look romantic with the rose petals and the candles. It had made my first time feel special.

“
Aren’t you happy I did it, otherwise you wouldn’t be having little Ricky?”

“
Since when did my baby become little Ricky?” I teased.

“
Your ass already knows my seed is going to be Ricardo Ernes Grant IV.” He bit me playfully on the shoulder.

“
Yeah, but I thought your dick was little Ricky.” I reached behind me and grabbed his big, hard dick and started massaging it.

He turned me around to facing him and I straddled his lap. His large hands held my face as he kissed me. We sucked on each other
’s tongues and lips and I could feel my body temperature rising ten degrees higher as my pussy got wetter. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it to his heart’s desire and then did the same to the other. I loved the way he made me feel. Like my body was burning up inside and only he could put out the fire and if I didn’t have him inside me I would go absolutely mad. I took his ten inches in my hand and rose above it, placing the mushroom head at my opening. I slowly worked my pussy down his dick until he was all the way in and we both groaned from the extreme pleasure. I bounced on his dick, working my hips until I had him moaning and groaning and gripping the side of the tub for dear life. When he realized he was about to bust before I came he took control and used my ass cheeks to lift me up and down his pole.

I could feel my orgasm building and encourage
d him to increase his pace. “Faster daddy faster.”

He started lifting his hips and doing some fast, deep thrusts. I clenched his dick with my pussy
muscles determined for him to orgasm with me.

“
I’m coming, I’m coming!” I screamed as I exploded into a million pieces.

Tyga
lifted me and placed me on the tub ledge and placed my legs on his forearms. He reentered me with a single thrust and started pounding into me. Before I knew it my pussy was clenching again from another screaming orgasm and he was growling as he emptied himself inside me.

I went to bed that night, after ordering room service and gorging myself, feeling completely happy and relaxed. I felt that
Miami was what I needed to leave all the drama behind; little did I know that wherever I went drama seemed to follow.

The following day while Tyga was at
a business meeting, I called my father and let him know I had arrived safely in Miami. We arranged for him to pick me up in front the hotel so we could go out and grab some lunch. Tyga and I were going by his house for Christmas to have dinner with his family and since the illustrious event was only two days away, I thought it would be smart to reacquaint myself with my father. After all I hadn’t seen him in almost a year.

I got dressed in
DKNY seaweed green flowing ankle length dress that showed off an ample amount of cleavage. For modesties sake, I placed a grey elbow length mini cardigan over it and left it unbuttoned. I threw on a pair of silver bead embellished Gucci sandals and grabbed the matching purse and I was good to go. My father called me when he was in front the hotel and I went down. He was standing beside the passenger side door of a blue Ferrari. My father is a forty-three year old Columbian-American. He is approximately 5’10’’, medium build, with black hair, with a sparse amount of grey in it and green eyes like mine. He is a handsome guy and I could see what attracted my mother to him.

“
You look beautiful Simone,” he enthused giving me a kiss on each cheek and a long hug. He held me at arm’s length and looked at me. “I’m going to be a grandfather.” He shook his head smiling ruefully. “How far along are you?”

“
I’m almost five months pregnant.” I got in the passenger seat after he opened the door for me and then went around the driver’s side and got in.

“
How is your mother doing?” He started the car and merged into traffic.

“
She isn’t doing so well at the moment,” I confessed. “I don’t know if you’ve spoken to her recently but she lost her baby and isn’t taking the loss well.” I shook my head as my eyes watered because that was an understatement. She was on a downward spiral to destruction and I didn’t know how to help her.

My father placed a comforting hand on my
arm. “Do you want me to have a talk with her?”

“
I don’t know if it will help, but it couldn’t hurt if you tried.” She would probably tell him to mind his own damn business as she did me and my Aunt Missy, but there was also a one in a million chance she would listen to him. “How is the family?” I asked changing the subject.

“
They’re doing great, looking forward to seeing you for the holiday.” I didn’t believe him for a minute that my step-mother was happy to have me over for the holidays. I was like a constant reminder of her husband’s infidelity and she sure as hell didn’t want me around as her Christmas present. He pulled into a parking garage. We got out and he got a ticket to return for his car. We made the short walk to a café and took a table outside. I looked over the menu and decided on a salad because I had had a heavy breakfast a couple hours before.

“
Are you ready to order?” our waiter asked. He was a skinny, spikey haired guy with a bunch of piercing that seemed to be in his early to mid-twenties.

“
Are you ready Simone?” My father looked to me.

“
I’d like to have a large chicken salad, no onions, ranch dressing and a glass of orange juice.”

“
And you sir?” He prompted my father after scribbling my order on his pad.

“
Bacon cheese burger with fries and a coke.” Our waiter scribbled that down before heading off. “So how is school? You’re still going right?”

I rolled my eyes at him.
“Yes dad, I’ll be doing my last semester come January.” I hated when he tried being all fatherly. It just made me feel awkward and uncomfortable.

“
How are your grades?”

“
Average; I’d say I’m pulling a B overall.”

“
You’re still planning on going to nursing school?”

“
Why are you giving me the third degree?” I was getting irritated with all the questions pertaining to school.

“
Just trying to figure if your plans are still the same for the future Simone; After all you’re pregnant now, I don’t know if your plans have changed.”

I was getting ready to
verbally blast him when the waiter arrived with our orders. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to ask questions about my future but I specifically remembered him asking these same questions months ago when he found out I was pregnant. If he wasn’t going to remember my damn answers, why ask the questions in the first place?

“
Like I told you before when you asked these exact questions, having a baby doesn’t mean I can’t finish high school and head to college. Yes it’s going to be harder, but I’m up for the challenge.”

“
I’ve got to say I’m proud of the way you handled your situation.” He took a drink from his coke. “Many other girls in your position, pregnant for a guy who’s financially well off, would have probably quit school.”