Pregnant (7 page)

“I never told you that.” I lied.

“So you didn’t tell me to fuck you earlier today right before the power shut off?” He questioned rubbing his hands up and down my sides.

“No; me saying Fuck you simple means that----.”

“You want to fuck me. It’s the same thing and has the same meaning. Am I right?” He quizzed.

“-----No.”

He sucked his perfectly aligned teeth. “Then why are you on top on me when I’m trying to sleep?” Damn I was caught. I had no type of response what so ever to his acquiring question. “That’s what I thought.” He incoherently uttered. I tried to get off of his lap but he pulled me back to rest in my same spot. His hands began to rub my exposed thighs.

“You know I have a whole bunch of Magnum XL’s in my closet. I can run into my room and grab a few if that’s really what you want.” This time when he grinded against me I could feel myself moving with him. It felt so good. I could only imagine what the real thing would feel like if it was plunged deeply within me. I was breathing erratically. I placed my hand on his chiseled six pack, and inscribed chest to hold myself steady. A smile appeared on his face showing me that he thought that he had me right where he wanted me. He probably was used to girls opening their legs for him all the time but I’m not a hoe. He has to get to know me first before he can have any kind of intercourse with me; if we get to that point.

“How about no. If you want to fuck so bad, then go call that bitch Janice your little girl friend.” I stated as I rolled off of his lap.

“She’s not my girlfriend. That hoe gave me head and that’s it.”

I shrugged. “Ok Dominic. Whatever you say.”

I pushed him out of the way and eased underneath the covers. I was tired and wanted to go to sleep but with all of the sexual tension floating in the air I couldn’t. It’s a good thing that I don’t have to work tomorrow.

***

“Are you sleeping?” Almost twenty minutes or more had passed by and I wanted to break the stinging silence.

“I’m trying. Maybe if you shut the hell up.” He mumbled.

“Fuck you Dominic. Okay!” I yelled as I openhandedly hit him.

“There you go with that fuck me bullshit again.”

“I never said that. Stop twisting my words.” I slightly chuckled at his remark. I bet he’d love for me to say fuck me instead of fuck you but I’m not going to give him that kind of satisfactory by saying what he wants to hear.

“Man just take your ass to sleep.” He said rolling over.

“I’m not sleepy Dominic.” I whined.

“I can find a way to make you sleepy---.” I cut him off midsentence.

“I don’t want to know what that is so stop right there.”

“Exactly. I knew you’d see it my way.” He chortled. Silence was bestowed upon us once again but this time Dominic broke it.

“Can I ask you a question?” he mumbled.

“A question?” I repeated.

“Yes a question. But you have to be honest with me though.”

“Ok. Ask away.” I sighed not knowing what would be asked. I rolled over so that we were now laying face to face with each other.

“How did this bruise get here?” He said outlining my face with his fingers.

“It’s a long story.” I said.

“I’ve got all night.” He said softly looking into my eyes.

“Well my baby’s father and I don’t really have a good relationship. After I told him that I was pregnant he started acting---abusive towards me. He gave me the money to abort it but I couldn’t do it. He’s the reason I’m living here now. He stopped paying the rent at my old place, took back the car he brought me, and froze all my accounts so that I wouldn’t have any money. I was so stupid. I quit my job thinking that he would love me and support me through everything. Anyways I haven’t seen him in a while but earlier today he saw me and saw that I was still indeed pregnant. He threatened me and said that I better abort the baby.” I hate talking about this.

“First of all you should have never started fucking with him. Any nigga that’s not going to step up and take care of his responsibilities is a coward. Second of all don’t let him put his hands on you. You’re pregnant and you shouldn’t have to go through this shit. I want you to try and avoid that nigga but if you happen to run into him again and he places one finger on you, let me know. I’ll handle his ass. His mama must not have taught him any damn manners.”

“Thanks for the offer Dominic but I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Hurt? Why would I get hurt?” He enquired with a perplexed face.

“Gino isn’t just any ordinary guy. He’s one of the biggest drug lords in Ft Lauderdale and he has so much power over every one. He can kill any one quicker than the drop of a hat. Sometimes he orders people to do his dirty work for him.”

“Why are you telling me this? I’m not scared of anybody. Without his army behind him he’s nothing but a coward like I said. If he can place his hands on a female, then he ain’t shit.”

“Dominic.” I whined.

“Don’t Dominic me.”

I grabbed his hand. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” He said.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

“Promises are meant to be broken.” He said looking away.

I grabbed Dominic’s face. “Please? For me?”

“Okay I promise. But what do I get for promising?” He gave me a mischievous grin and rubbed his hands together like Stevie J from Love and Hip Hop Atlanta causing me to laugh.

“Well what do you want?” I asked.

“Any thing you’re willing to give.” He smiled.

“I can give you a pat on the back.” I could tell that he wasn’t going to be happy with my response.

“The fuck am I supposed to do with that?” He queried.

I laughed at his face expression. “Stop being such a big baby.” I said mimicking his voice from when he told me that earlier. “I’ll give you a quick little kiss on the cheek. You want that?” I questioned.

After he shook his head in an up and down motion I leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek but I seemed to have forgotten that he’s very sneaky. He turned his head and our lips connected for a brief second. We pulled apart and he starred into my eyes. He tried to lean in for another kiss but I put my hand over his mouth causing him to lick my hand.

“Good night Dominic.” It was time for me to take my pregnant ass to sleep. My eyes soon fluttered closed. I felt Dominic’s lips upon mine as we shared another simple sweet kiss.
I opened my eyes and he placed a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Good night.” He whispered.

CHAPTER 17 (Princess)

I was trying to make it out of the front door before he came home but it's obvious that I must have gotten my times mixed up. Now how was I going to explain where I was going at almost 2 A.M in the morning looking good enough to eat in a sexy little mini skirt and a halter top that tied around my neck leaving my back exposed. I got my outfit from
www.bigcartel.blazeboutique.com
(Blaze Boutique). My hair and make-up is flawless and I smell just like peaches; compliments to my brand new perfume. My heels look similar to those of a stripper. Hopefully he doesn't notice that I don't have any panties on.

"Out." Was all I uttered. But I knew he was going to have something else to say. He scrunched up his face signaling me that he didn't like my answer.

Okay and like I just said "Where the fuck is you going?"

"Bye Gino. You are not the damn police. I will not stand here and be interrogating by your ass. I may call you daddy in the bedroom but you are far from being him." I had a little attitude. I tried to walk past him but he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. "Who you think you talking to like that bitch?"

"Get off of me." I used all my strength to lift his heavier body off of my smaller and petite one. Once I got him off I slapped the taste out of his mouth. "Gino you never put your hands on me before and trust me you're not going to start now. I never question you about where you go so don't fucking question me. Oh and if you ever call me out of my name again then you can kiss my black ass as it walks out the damn door."

"B---b---bae. You know I was just playing." He slurred his words and began to laugh hysterically as if Kevin Hart had just stood adjacent to him and told him the funniest joke in the world.

"Are you drunk?" I questioned.

"No-----yeah." He declared and began to laugh again.

"You know what. I'm sick and tired of this. You're never home and when you are you're either drunk or fucking high. I know you out there messing around on me too. But because I love you I always stick around no matter what. I even went to jail for your ass when you almost got caught but what have you ever done for me? Not a damn thing. I don't even know why I'm still with you."

"I----."

"Save it. I just need to clear my head." I said as I wiped a lone tear.

As I walked out the door I left Gino standing there speechless. I chuckled to myself. "Damn I need to be an actress." I knew that would get me out of the house. Now I needed some dick. But whose dick is the question. I pulled out my cellular phone and scrolled down the contacts until it landed upon the right number.

***

Putting on a fresh pair of panties after I evacuated the shower, after having sex with him, I leisurely exited the bathroom to come across Jordan sitting in a chair on his balcony clad in a pair of red, white, and blue polka dot boxers smoking a blunt. His chest that was exposed for all the world to see----or shall I just say exposed for the whole neighborhood to see---was far from the term "Bird's chest.”

He was just it. The definition of sexy, attractive, or good-looking; whatever you want to call him. If I wasn't in love with Ryan, and didn't have love for Gino then he would be mines. His bedroom game is on point. With a capital T. He's also sweet and charming.

I grabbed a pair of his boxers that were way too big for my small frame and one of his over-sized T-shirts to cover my nude body. My arms wrapped around his neck from behind and he massaged my cold skin with his warm soft hands. No words were spoken. We just simply enjoyed each other's company. I had to be the dummy to break the silence.

"Do you---still love me?" I implored.

Jordan removed the blunt from his pink stained lips before vocalizing the word "Huh?"

"I said do you still love me?" I repeated. I knew I shouldn't have asked.

He pulled me around so that I was now facing him. His dark brown, semi hazel orbs glaring deeply into my very own. "What do you mean do I still love you? Of course I do."

"No Jordan. That's not what I mean. I know you love me but are you still in love with me. We both know what I'm talking about." I said prior to swallowing the huge lump in my throat. "A long time ago when you and I were sneaking around behind Kiara's back you said that you were falling for me but you couldn't do that to her because she had your heart and you loved her too much to hurt her. That's why you ending things between us. So I want to know--- do you still love me?"

"I never did. I mean yes we fucked like three or four times but I don't recall telling you that I was falling for you or that I was in love with you. No offense but you can never be Kiara. Nobody can. She was the best thing that ever happened to me and I let my dick get in the way. So sorry if that isn't the answer that you were expecting but I love you yes. But I'm not IN LOVE with you."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm---." I cut Jordan off midsentence.

"You saying that I'm just a hoe right."

"What the fuck are you talking about Princess. I never said that. Don't twist my words." Jordan began to grow angry.

"Whatever Jordan. I can read between the lines. I'm just somebody that you enjoy fucking and that's it." He tried to grab my hand but I backed up. "Fuck you okay. I don't need you. I don't ---need you." I stormed out of his apartment with him yelling my name. I'm just tired of it all.

CHAPTER 18 (Kiara)

“Something unquestionably smells---burnt.” I sauntered into the kitchen to see Chef boy-ar-Dominic cooking up a storm in the kitchen in his favorite attire; a wife beater and basketball shorts.

“Man don’t even play me like that. I know how to cook.” He declared.

“Whatever. But you’re doing it all wrong. Shouldn’t you be butt naked?” I said referring to the scene in the movie Baby boy.

Dominic gazed at me like I had seven heads before pulling me closer to his hard body.

“How about we switch roles? I’ll pull up a chair while you get butt ass naked for me. You got to feed me while sitting on my lap and you have to---.”

“Stop right there.” I placed my hand over his mouth. “This is not a fantasy nor a fairy tale. Get real Dominic.” I affirmed chuckling.

“Don’t act like you scared of the dick. We all know that you aren’t seeing as how you’re in the predicament that you’re in right now.”

“Fuck---. I mean screw you Dominic and fix me a plate.” I said sitting down near the kitchen island.

“Oh so now you want to eat. I thought it smelled burnt.” He professed, mimicking my voice.

“If you don’t fix me a plate I’m going to shove my cute little pedicured feet up your scrawny lightly golden ass.” I said while laughing.