Forbidden Love With a Thug III (8 page)

“We can do the movies because if I eat, I'm gonna get sleepy as fuck in the theatre.”

“Same!”

She sped off down my street, and we got to the movies in no time. We decided to see
X-Men: Apocalypse
and despite my reservations, it was a really cool film. I hated action and sci-fi, but this one actually had me interested. We then decided to just pick up some fast food, and go to her house to chill and watch some TV. I kind of enjoyed hanging with someone who didn't know certain aspects of my life like Jersey, Cheyla, and Raleigh did.

We made it to her house, and it was a pretty cool little place. She had it furnished nicely, which made me wonder if stripping was her only job. There was no way her ass was paying for all this nice shit from shaking her ass and swinging around a pole. I mean you made good money, but not that good unless you were selling pussy too.

“This is nice, Shamece,” I said as I sat down in front of the coffee table with my Chinese food.

“Thanks, girl. Would you like something to drink?” she asked after she set her food down next to mine.

“Yes, some juice or water is fine.”

“Okay.”

She brought back the waters, and then sat down before we began digging in. This shit was so good, and for the first time in a long time I was gonna clear my fucking plate.
Damn bitch,
I thought to myself. Suddenly, Shamece placed a bottle of Vodka on the coffee table, and then grabbed some shot glasses off of the bookshelf she had them on for decoration.

“Let's take some shots!” she giggled.

“Shamece, no, how are you gonna drive me home?” I questioned.

“Can't your man come get you? Come on Ivy, it'll be fun!”

I stared into her eyes for a couple moments as she playfully pouted and begged for me to drink with her.

“Fine, Shamece!” I chuckled. She cracked the bottle open, and then began filling the double shot glasses with liquor. “Shouldn't we play some sort of game or something? Or are we just gonna take shots for no reason?”

“Okay, umm, let's play Truth.”

“You mean Truth or Dare?”

“No, Truth. We will ask each other questions, and if we don't want to answer we have to take a shot. Cool?”

“Uh sure, I guess. But I don't think I will be taking many shots then,” I laughed. I really had nothing to hide like that, so I was gonna be one sober bitch.

“We will see. Okay, is it true that you're over Portland?” she got right to it.

“It's very true! Extremely true!” I replied as we cracked up. “Is it true that you bought all of this by only stripping and nothing else?” I raised a brow at her.

“Oooh, starting off going for the jugular already I see. I will take the shot on that one,” she grinned and threw back the shot. Once she gained her composure she asked, “How many dudes have you been with?”

“Just two,” I shrugged. “How many have you been with?”

“Umm, like eleven,” she said surprising the fuck out of me. “Have you ever been with a girl before?”

“Nope! And is that true? The fact that it's only been eleven guys?”

She poured and threw back another shot, making us both laugh loudly.

“Ivy, I'm losing terribly here, take two for me!” I just shook my head at her and then threw back two double shots, which burned the whole way down. I hadn't drunk in so long that the shit was scalding my stomach. “Have you ever thought about being with another girl?”

“Like a relationship?”

“No, just having fun.”

I picked up the shot glass, which she filled, and then threw it back. I was gonna lie and say no, but I'd had a couple thoughts here and there so I decided to just keep quiet about it. I’d only thought about it because Elijah asked me if I would have a threesome with him.

“Oh shit! Anybody I know?” She cocked her head.

“Girl, I took the shot now it's my turn! Have you been with a girl? And if not, have you thought about it before?”

“Yes, I have. It was pretty cool actually; you should try it. Now is it anyone that I know that you've fantasized about?”

“I never said I fantasized about one. It has crossed my mind, and no it's not anyone you know. It's not even a person really. I should've just taken the fucking shot on this one!” I laughed and so did she.

We kept going and taking more shots, and the next thing I knew, I was low-key hella drunk. I got up to use the bathroom because in a minute, I would be peeing all over myself. Once I was finished, I washed my hands and returned to the living room so that I could call Elijah. I knew he was gonna be mad as hell, but I'd rather deal with him being mad than Shamece's drunk ass driving me home.

“He's coming?” Shamece asked once I finished placing the call.

“Yeah, he was a little upset but he will get over it once I give him some,” I half joked.

I closed my eyes as I sat on the couch, waiting for Elijah to arrive, when suddenly I felt a hand moving up my thigh. I looked over drunkenly at Shamece, just as she got down onto the floor and placed my legs onto her shoulders.

“Shamece, move,” I chuckled, thinking she was just being her usual crazy self. I knew I was wrong when she kissed my pussy through my panties, and then began to lick all over it.

My phone buzzed, and I saw Elijah's name pop up. I pushed her off a little more roughly than I had intended, and then grabbed my phone to answer it.

“I'm outside, hurry the fuck up,” he hung up.

“Shamece, this was fun. I will see you later.”

“I hope so,” she licked her lips.

I rushed out to the car and got in on the passenger side. Elijah peeled off before I was even in good, and I just smiled at his sexy angry face. Reaching my hand into his lap, I leaned over and kissed his cheek softly.

“You smell like a fucking drunk,” he spat but then a smile appeared on his face as I massaged his dick some more.

I dropped my head into his lap, and then removed his dick to start going in. Listening to his low moans really gave me some motivation, so I started giving him my drunken all. He was trying to keep himself in the right lane, but he barely could, so he pulled over.

“Ivy, fuck.” He gripped my bun so tight I thought he was surely gonna rip it from my scalp. “Mmm,” he moaned again right before he let off in my mouth. I took it back, and then sat up as he put himself away.

“She tried to eat me out, Eli,” I admitted after rinsing my mouth with Listerine.

“Tried or did?” he asked as he pulled from the curb.

“Tried, she was kissing between my legs when you came.”

“You liked it?”

“I don't know.” I knew why his ass was asking.

He just squeezed my thigh and kissed my cheek. What a night…

Chapter
Four: Portland Warren

One week later…

Fuckin’ Leroy did a horrible ass job taking out Elijah. Not only did he hit the wrong nigga, but he didn’t even kill the muthafucka he
did
hit. To make matters worse, everyone in the hood knew it was him, but thank God he didn’t snitch on us, and the hood didn’t snitch on him to the police. I had planned to hire someone to kill his ass, but someone had gotten to him before me. Sonny and I told Dante and Ahmad it was us who killed Leroy though, just so we wouldn’t seem soft. I chuckled at my thoughts as I put my car in park.

I’d taken care of everything else in my life, somewhat, but now I needed to talk to Breesha. Ever since she told me she was pregnant, I hadn’t said anything to her. I blocked her from contacting me on every outlet, and when she tried to send messages through the homies, I never responded. I know it was fucked up for me to do, but I didn’t want a kid right now. To be honest, I barely wanted the little nigga I already had. I loved the thought of being a father, but I hated the responsibility it came with. Them little shits always needed something, and I was always expected to provide it. That was the only downside to being a man: you had to be the provider and the securer.

Knocking on Breesha’s door, I waited for her to come answer it for me. She had better be here too, because a nigga did not leave Wilmington just for her not to be home. I couldn’t call her beforehand because I deleted her number and didn’t know it by heart. I was the grimiest nigga, I know, but look at my father.

I heard someone moving the locks, so I knew she was home. The door opened, and there she stood with her fine ass. Breesha was so damn beautiful, which is why I never understood her obsession with Ivy. Yeah, Ivy was beautiful and had my heart, but so did Breesha. The only thing that gave Ivy a little more leverage over her, was the fact that she had my kid and our history. But now that Ivy was out being a hoe, Breesha was on top. I just wished her ass wasn’t pregnant, fuck.

“Yes?” she folded her arms and waited for me to speak.

“Hey baby, can I come in. I miss you and I wanna talk.”

“Oh now you wanna talk? The same nigga who pushed me out of his lap when I told him I was pregnant? The same nigga who didn’t even have the decency to come tell me to get out his house? I just woke up to niggas moving my shit onto a U-Haul!”

“I know, and all of that was fucked up, but shorty, I was tripping out. You know all the shit I been going through with my bitch ass daddy, psycho ass mama, and my jealous ass baby mama. You telling me about the baby was just too damn much, Bree. I need you now, though,” I softened my tone. Her eyes became glazed over, and she looked to the right to wipe them.

“Come in,” she scoffed and walked away from the door.

When I walked in, the smell of food hit my nose. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it had my stomach grumbling like crazy. That was one thing I missed about having a main bitch, them damn home cooked meals. Both Ivy and Breesha could cook their sexy asses off, and they never left a nigga hungry either. The thought of Ivy now feeding Elijah my full course meals
and
my pussy, angered me for a few moments.

“What’s that you cooking?” I sat down on the couch in Breesha's living room.

“Smothered chicken, green beans, loaded mashed potatoes, and strawberry cheesecake,” she rolled her eyes as she responded to me before sitting down.

“Bree, how is the baby?” I rubbed her thigh.

“The baby is perfectly fine, despite it’s no good daddy treating its mother like shit.”

“I know I get it. I’m sorry for that bullshit, I was just tripping the fuck out. It was a lot of shit going on with my parents and baby mama.”

“I know it’s hard dealing with what your mother did, Portland, but that’s what I’m here for. And as far as Ivy, what is she doing to you now?”

“She’s doing what the fuck she’s been doing. She wants to be a family but I ain’t with that shit anymore. I can’t see my son unless I agree to be with her either. She keeps blowing me up about leaving her nigga for me, and now he’s mad and about to come for me,” I lied right through my teeth. None of that shit was true, but I wanted Breesha to think it was Ivy coming after me and not the other way around.

“And you wonder why I don’t like her! I’m glad you haven’t succumbed to her advances Portland, she left you and you need to keep it that way. Only co-parent and nothing else.”

“I know and I
am
only co-parenting. But what’s up with us being a family, ma? You’ve always been a vacation for me and I wanna be on that vacation permanently.”

“If we do this Portland, it can’t be like the last time. I’m not the side chick anymore, I’m gonna have to be your girlfriend, like for real for real.”

“That’s what I want, shorty. I used to think I wanted you
and
Ivy, but now I know it was just my son that kept me feeling attached to her. But now that you’re having my child, I think it’s a sign for me,” I grinned and so did she. It was so easy for me to lie, and that worried me a little.

“Well good, this can be our fresh start, Portland. No bullshit this time.”

“No bullshit.” I pulled her closer to me, and kissed her soft lips.

“And to think Ramia said you would bring me nothing but my demise,” she said, referring to one of her hating ass friends. And to think I let that bitch give me some head.

“Ramia is just jealous,” I smirked before pressing my lips against hers.

For now, I was feeling this thing with Breesha and me. But once the damn baby got here, I’m sure all of that would change. I wasn’t meant to be the head of a household. I was meant to live like a king, fuck plenty of bitches, and spend plenty of money, nothing more nothing less.

Chapter
Five: Kilexis

Kantwan had me irritated as fuck. I knew he thought he knew what the fuck he was doing, but he didn't. He didn't understand that niggas were everywhere trying to catch somebody slipping. As much as I wanted to pay him no fucking mind, I couldn't let my brother go out like that. He would be mad that I stepped on his toes but oh well. This act would benefit us all in the end.

I'd just finished coming from getting the DNA test done, and Carter’s ass came too. They said they would have them for me soon, and to come back with Sophie in a week. Speaking of Sophie, I had to reschedule the initial appointment because she claimed she couldn't get the day off. To make sure her ass wasn't lying, I showed up to her job, explained the situation, and lucky for her, the boss confirmed it for me. But, he also made sure to give her today off so we could get it done. I was a bit anxious to find out the results even though I knew deep down that baby was not mine. It just couldn't be.