Loving Angel (3 page)

“
No,” I told him in a firm tone, pushing on his chest with all my strength so that he knew I wasn’t joking. “Not until everything is sorted out between us, because truthfully I don’t know if I should believe your explanation or not, and I can’t make such a major decision when I don’t know if I’m gonna be with you or not. Everything depends on that phone conversation with your baby mama.” I kissed him softly on the lips to take some of the sting out of what I said. He grabbed the back of my head and deepened the kiss.

“
A’ight, calm down,” he said rolling off me and excusing himself to the bathroom to beat one off cause he knew I wasn’t gonna suck his dick, after all I didn’t know who he was sticking that thing in.

When he returned we tried calling his baby mama again, but still no answer
. I was starting to wonder what was up with home girl’s phone or if that was even her number but I didn’t say anything. Give a dude enough rope my aunty would say and nigga just gonna hang himself. So I knew the truth would come out eventually. He tried to get me to stay the night but I wasn’t having it until I knew what was good, so he drove me home.

Von
and I started dating again after that night and I’m not gonna lie I really liked him and loved spending time with him because we always had fun together and we were always burning up the sheets in the bedroom although I still wouldn’t give up the pussy.

I saw Tyga
a lot because he moved in the same circles as Von. He was always partying with a different chick on his arm every time I saw him. We were always flirting with each other, but nothing serious, after all I had a man and he seemed to be playing the field.

A
fter two and a half weeks of kicking it with Von and surprise surprise, a call to some chick that claimed to be his baby mama, but sounded nothing like the chicken head that had called me before, I had a feeling this dude was really trying to play me, so the last time he called I told him if he wasn’t gonna take me to her house for a confrontation, I didn’t have anything to say to him. That was a week ago, since then I stopped answering his calls and texts, because in my book we were so through.

CHAPTER FOUR

TYGA

I was chilling in my office at Excellence, my nightclub on the west side in do
wntown Manhattan. I was relaxing in my leather office chair with a blunt in one hand, a glass of Ciroc in the other and a bitch’s warm wet mouth bobbing up and down my dick. I didn’t even know her name, we’d met earlier that night in the V.I.P room and shorty was down to fuck and I was more than ready to get up in some pussy. She was a little brown skin cutie with a tight body: big tits and ass just like I dig them. Her head game was ok, but not excellent, so I used her hair to pull her up off the dick, bent her over my desk, slipped on a Magnum and started hitting it from behind. She was warm and wet and was clenching that pussy on a nigga like a pro. I fucked her with no mercy beating that shit up like I was trying to break her back out. I waited until I felt her squirting all over me before I busted my own nut. The pussy was good and I’d probably get her number so I could call her up whenever I wanted to bust one off; Just another trick to ad to Tyga’s list of bitches.

We were
rearranging our clothes in the proper position when there was a knock on the door.

“
Come in,” I called.

It was one of the waitresses who worked i
n the V.I.P section of the club. Her name was Cindy and she had ass for days and I was planning on beating that shit up in the future. Since I’d been out the pen a little over a month now I’d been going a bit hard at the fucking and partying; changing them bitches like I changed my draws.

“
You have a chick in the V.I.P that said she knows you,” Cindy told me. “She said her name is Angel.”

Just the sound of that
name had my dick hard as a mother fucker even though I recently busted a nut. I’d been trying to get at lil mama ever since I met her two weeks ago. But her nigga was always stuck to her side like superglue cock blocking and I always had some hoe or another rolling with me, so there never was an opportune time. Angel was the type of chick I referred to as a bad bitch. From her caramel skin, gorgeous face, sexy lips, big green eyes to those big perky tits, small waist and that nice fat ass had a nigga feigning to get some of that pussy and he hasn’t even been there yet.

I immediately forgot about
home girl who just sucked me off after sending her on her way with a pat on the ass and a promise to give her a call, told Cindy to bring Angel a bottle of Cristal on the house, and then made my way to shorty.

Angel
was chilling at a table with her two friends I had met at the basketball game, those bitches were looking fine, but my girl stole the show. She was wearing a little halter back champagne colored number, that stopped mid-thigh and clung to her every curve.

She gave me a hug and a big smile by way of greeting.
“I came through to check out your spot and see what you’re working with,” she teased.

“
I’m glad you came through ma,” I smiled back. I was more than glad because I didn’t see lil mama’s man around, so it was definitely time to show her what a nigga was about.

“
You remember my cousins, Daisy and Keya.”

“
How’re you doing ladies?” I said. “Everybody’s looking fine tonight.”

“
What’s good Tyga,” Daisy replied. “I love your spot. I’ve been here before but didn’t know you owned it.”

“
Yeah nigga you’re balling,” commented Keya, giving me a sly look as she checked me out. I was looking fresh in a white Versace suit with a pair of Prada loafers. I’d seen that chick around the way a lot because she fucked a lot of niggas in my circle and even my twin had been hitting it. I would have had me some of that but I was smart enough to know it would probably fuck up things between me and Angel even before they got started.

The champagne I ordered earlier finally arrived and we relaxed and popped the bottle.
Soon that one was finished and we popped two more. Angel was sitting beside me and I relaxed my arm behind her on the seat.

“
I’m glad you came through to see a nigga,” I whispered in her ear. I was all up in her grill and she smelled great. She was wearing something that smelled like vanilla.

“
Who said I came to see you,” she joked, licking her pink lips. “Maybe I’m just trying to find a good spot to party.”

“
Word,” I smiled, because a brother knew different. “So how did you get up in my club because I know your sexy little ass ain’t twenty-one?”

She smiled back.
“I got my ways, but they’re a secret that I will never tell,” she whispered, her voice filled with sexual innuendo. I was mesmerized by her pink pouty lips just imagining them wrapped around my dick.

“
For real,” I asked.

“
For real,” she winked.

“
So on a serious note, how old are you ma?” This turn in conversation had me thinking with my head although my dick was on its way to overriding my logic. Shorty’s body was saying she was a grown ass woman with all them dangerous curves but she was looking kinda young in the face. Taking a really good look at her I would’ve said she was sixteen, but I was hoping and praying to hear eighteen because I wasn’t trying to mess with no jailbait if I didn’t have to.

“
In two weeks I’m gonna turn seventeen,” she told me, disappointing the hell out of a nigga.

“
Damn ma, you a year too short,” I replied. “I ain’t trying to go out like that.”

“
Don’t worry, legal age of consent in N.Y is seventeen,” she informed me and I gave her a skeptical look. “No game, you should check that out.”

I wasn
’t trying to get at these young ass chicks because I knew they would bring nothing but problems but I was really feeling shorty so I guess it was going to have to be a hit it real fast and quit it thing.

“
So what’s up with you and your man? How come you’re here alone tonight?”
And all hugged up on me
, I left unsaid. I took her hand and started playing with it; rubbing my thumb against her soft palm. She had some nice well manicure nails and some long slim beautiful fingers. Everything about this chick had my dick twitching.

“
I ain’t got a man,” she replied teasingly. “Would you like to apply for the position?”

I laughed
. “I thought you were kicking it with that nigga Von.”

“
Nah, he’s not my man.”

“
Are you sure about that?” I asked suspiciously. “Cause every time I saw you dude was up in your grill acting possessive.”

“
I ain’t gonna lie,” she said. “We were dating for a couple months until I found out he had a baby mama and they were still together. So I broke things off, I’m not into anybody and their drama.”

“
Word, I feel you.” Time would tell if she was telling the truth. I was still gonna fuck her either way, man or not, but it’s always good to know when you got to watch your back because another nigga out to get you for stepping on his toes.

We were so into our own world and conversation we didn
’t see that her friends were breaking it down on the dance floor. I asked her if she wanted to dance and she said yes. I took her by the hand and led her into the crush of gyrating bodies just as “Rack City” by my namesake Tyga started playing. Shorty was backing that fat ass booty on me, grinding on my dick while I wrapped my arms around her waist. I could see mad niggas checking out lil mama, but they were smart enough not to step to her.

“
I would take you home with me tonight if you were legal,” I told her kissing on her neck and shoulder.

“
I don’t go home with dudes on the first date,” she replied with a playful smirk on those sexy lips.

“
So is this a date?” I joked, turning her around and feeling on her ass, while my erection grounded into her belly.

“
You tell me.”

I kissed her in answer to her question; sucking on her bottom lip and then her top. They were mad soft and tasted like cherry. She opened her mouth and I slipped my tongue in and she started sucking on it. Lil mama had my body feeling like it was a conduit to an electric circuit.
If I wasn’t careful I was gonna bust one off in my pants like a little bitch. I don’t know how long we were out there on the dance floor grinding on each other and dueling tongues, but it wasn’t until her home girls came and told her they were ready to bounce that we came up for air.

I walked shorty and her girls to their car, got her number store
d in my phone and then gave her a call so she’d have mine. I gave her a quick kiss goodnight and told her I would call her the next day. I kept telling myself that this little girl was going to be a hit and run, but after chilling with her on a more personal level without any interference I was really feeling her. I didn’t do the whole relationship thing, so maybe we could be friends with benefits. I would just have to wait and see if she was down.

CHAPTER FIVE

ANGEL

The day after I partied
the night away with Tyga at his club I was on cloud nine. I’d never met a guy that I was feeling that much. From his appearance to his conversation dude was on point and his kisses made my toes curl and gave me mini orgasms. He called me up around lunchtime, when I was just rolling out of bed, to ask what I was doing for the day. I told him I was going shopping with my girls and he asked if he could see me later, said he wanted to take my young ass to dinner and my answer was a definite yes. He said he would pick me up at eight.

I felt like a big ass fool with that giddy smile I was sporting on my face. I was both infatuated and in lust.

“You look like the cat that got the canary and the cream,” Daisy joked. “Let me find out why you’re so happy.” We had just walked out of Neiman Marcus where I spent almost half the money my dad sent for my birthday shopping on a Channel dress and a pair of Christian Dior pumps that I planned on rocking for my seventeenth.

“
Yeah, why’re you showing all thirty-two teeth in your mouth,” Keya piped in as she strutted while pushing her niece’s stroller. Carter was supposed to watch the baby while we went shopping but when the appointed time came and Daisy called him he wasn’t answering his phone. Luckily the baby was fast asleep at the moment.

I couldn
’t help smiling more, but my lips were sealed.