URBAN: Chosen By A Kingpin (37 page)

“It is.” He reassured her.

“It has to be.”

“I know.”

“And I just can’t wait until-”

Then there was a knock at the door. A very nervous Giselle went to the door. She sighed and then slowly opened it. When she saw Yvette’s smiling face, she calmed down.

“Hey!” She greeted Lionel’s mother with a kiss on the cheek. She let her in and hung up her coat on the hook.

“Thank you.” She greeted Giselle. “I still can’t get over how great this house looks.”

“You know I’m starting to think that you guys thought I would mess this house up.” Lionel said in the background.

“It’s not that at all son, I just can’t believe it all. If it wasn’t for your job at the car rental agency, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

Giselle and Lionel exchanged looks. It killed him to lie to his mom, but the less people knew about his past, the better. He thought back to Antwon not telling him any details that he didn’t want used against him. He thought of Antwon a lot from time to time.

“Yeah, I was only lucky for so long.” He began the story.

“What do you mean?”

“I got let go. A whole bunch of people did. I guess they didn’t have enough money like that for everyone.”

“What? But you were their best guy, how could they let you go?”

“To be honest, it was between me and some guy with kids. I basically told them to choose me.” He gave a half smile to cover up the lie. He hated to do it, but he hoped it would be the last one.

“I’m sorry.” She rubbed her son’s back.

“It’s okay. It did what it needed to do. It helped me to get this place.”

“Well, let’s hope that it all goes well.” Giselle added in. “Because if it doesn’t go okay, this will be for nothing.”

An hour passed by and finally there was a knock on the door. Giselle ran to the door and saw Laura with the rest of the foster kids.

“Come in!” She screamed and let them in. All of their faces were shocked as they looked around. The high ceilings, the wide spaces, the clean and brand new belongings; it all seemed like a dream.

“Is this it?” One of the kids asked. “Is this our house?”

“I hope so.” Yvette kneeled and hugged the children. “I pulled some strings with my friend who is a social worker. If all goes well, I can be your new foster mother. Right now this is where you will be sleeping.”

They all hugged her. Laura watched and smiled. She started tearing up and turned to the side. She thought at first that she would be the one raising the kids, but as she watched Lionel’s mom interact with them, she was glad she wasn’t. The kids were in a better place. She had a scholarship and a college to go to. Now she knew that when she got there, she could at least be at ease.

Dinner was started and everyone sat at the big table. They were eating, fussing, laughing, and joking. Giselle took a deep breath in, she finally felt that she had a family again. She looked over at Lionel and saw that he was smiling at her. They both were about to start a new chapter in their lives and it felt right.

After dinner, Lionel and Giselle called out to Yvette.

“What is it?” She asked.

“It’s time for us to go.” He told her. He saw her eyes get sad.

“I was hoping that you two would have changed your mind.” She pouted. “Everything is so good now. We have this six bedroom house, so there is plenty of space. We live in Long Island now, so we’re not in the hood of Brooklyn. We are practically gone from all of the drama, why would you leave?” She asked them.

“Because I need to get back to North Carolina. I keep distracting myself here, but I need to go down there to start our life.”

“You just turned eighteen a couple of months ago, but you’re still a child. Don’t you want to stay here any longer?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. It’s time for me to go.”

“Aw.” She pouted again. “I can’t convince you to stay?” They both shook their head. “But what about my grandbaby? You’re just going to give birth and not tell me?”

Giselle was only a month along, but the way Yvette went about it you would think that she was eight months pregnant.

“The baby won’t be here for a while. Once we get settled in, you can come visit us or we will come here after the baby is born.”

“Why not just have the baby here?” She was being pushy but Giselle just smiled.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too.” She hugged Giselle and felt like she was hugging her daughter. “You take good care of yourself, my son, but especially my grandbaby.”

“Yes I will.”

“And you.” She pointed to her son. “You take care of these ladies.”

“Ladies? We don’t even know what we’re having yet.” Lionel scoffed.

“She’s having a girl.” He was about to say something but she cut him off. “I just know these things.

They left the house and all they heard was the low sounds of children laughing and Yvette calling after them.

“I think that everything is going to be fine.” Giselle smiled at him. He reached and patted her stomach.

“I do too.”

The End

Antwon sat at the bar of the strip club. He hated to admit that he had a weakness for strippers, but there was just something about a curvy woman that just stole his heart. He knew that one curvy woman was the reason why he took a bullet to the leg, but none of that mattered right now. Now all that mattered was the light skin beauty with the wide hips and ample ass that caught his eye. She looked to be flirting with him, but he knew better than that. He just reached in his pockets and threw a bunch of ones at her. She smiled as she let go of the pole to pick them up. She bent completely over and posed just for him.

“It looks like somebody likes you.” The female bartender teased. She was beautiful as well and Antwon smiled at her.

“Oh yeah? She don’t do that shit for every nigga that comes up in here?” He asked as she pulled off her top.

“She dances yes, but she never looks at them like that.” The bartender admitted. She then pulled her purple hair into her ponytail. She washed her hands in the sink. “Where are you from?” She asked as she dried her hands.

“New York City.” He told and then looked back at the stripper climbing the pole. “Brooklyn, New York.”

“Oh yeah? I recognized your accent.”

“It’s funny because I think you have an accent.” He laughed.

“I can’t, because I live here and you don’t.” She teased sticking her tongue out.

“Oh I live here now.” He told her.

“What made you move?”

“I used to always hear about this place so when it was time to go, this was the first place I thought of.”

“You don’t have family out here?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“Friends?”

“No.” He shook his head again. “I left everyone and everybody back in Brooklyn. I’m all alone out here.” He sipped on his beer.

“Not for long.” She pointed behind him.

He turned around and saw the stripper standing behind him. She threw on a baggy shirt, but she still had a thong on. Even with the baggy shirt, there was no hiding that figure.

“Someone sitting here?” She asked about the stool next to him.

“Nope, no one at all.” He pulled it out and she thanked him. “Can I get you a drink?” He signaled for the bartender.

“Yeah.” She smiled. “And you can pay for it too.” She took some of the money that he threw at her. He shook his head and took out a stack.

“Don’t you worry about my wallet baby, there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“Your accent…” She licked her lips. “You not from around here?”

“Nope.” He looked in her eyes. “I’ve only been here for a little while.”

“Do you like North Carolina so far?” She flirted. He looked her up and down. He imagined all the positions he could put her flexible body into.

“I love North Carolina.”

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Ridin’ For My Thug

Shantel Johnson

© 2015 Sensual Ink Publishing

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

I love morning sex. It’s the most sensual and sexy feeling next to eating the sweetest pie on Earth. Slow grinding on top of Rock, I eased his love pole inside and outside of me as I rose to the top and eased it back down the shaft.

“Yesss baby, get this pipe. Take it all.” Rock moaned as I rode in the reverse cowgirl position with my butt-cheeks popping one by one. “Awww damn, wait, babe, wait.” He couldn’t take it anymore so he grabbed my waist to slow my pace.

“No, let me take you to heaven, daddy.” I moaned as I rose off of him and kneeled down over his body, my lips to his thick and modest eight and a half inches. He peered down at me as I stuck my tongue out and began licking around his balls. I loudly hummed a tune on his sac as I suckled them into my mouth. Rock rocked his hips upwards into my mouth as he began playing in my hair in an attempt to guide my mouth to his shaft.

I took him completely into my mouth and worked him over until I felt his orgasm build. Not liking the taste of his cum in my mouth, I always jacked him off onto my full 36 B breasts.

“Mmm, how was that for you, daddy?” I asked as I rose to grab the paper towels next to the bed.

“It would have been better if you swallowed.” He mumbled under his breath.

“I heard that, jerk.” I playfully swatted Rock with a pillow. “What do you have planned for the day?

“Probably see if I can make a few dollars so I can do some shopping for the kids. I rolled my eyes up. When he said kids, he was not referencing children that we had together, instead he was referring to children he created through all of the times he cheated on me.

“Well, make sure you are not out there getting into more trouble than you need to be.” I shouted at his back as he went into the bathroom to shower.

I got up to find something in the kitchen to snack on. I haven’t been eating quite as much since I lost my job three months ago. We have just barely been getting by without my support in this apartment.

Walking out of the bathroom and right into the kitchen, Rock was on his cell phone. “Nah, you have to come up off of that money you owe me from last week, bruh’. You didn’t even pay me for the dime bag I gave to you three weeks ago because you said you were low on funds.” Rock argued with one of his customers. “Nah, I am not trying to hear that anymore, I need my money before I give you anything else.” He hung up the phone in the caller’s ear.

“Babe, who was that?” I asked. “Don’t tell me that was Kellz from over on Avenue L?”

Rock was pacing the floor while counting his money. “Yea, it was him. I’m tired of his games now. He’s already in the hole for fifty. Now he’s calling asking to hold a fifty spot again until tomorrow.” Rock scrunched up his face in an annoyed way. “Is this dude trippin’ or what?”

I shook my head, used to the stories of Kellz. My man, Rock has been selling marijuana aka weed, aka purp, aka exotic, aka every other name that is different for the greenery, since I met him walking home from high school nearly seven years ago. We were both sixteen at the time. Since that day he came up on me as I was walking with a fresh pair of Orange and Black Jordans on, an Orange Halter top, and laced Black shorts that cupped right underneath of my buttocks. I knew a dude like him couldn’t resist an ass like this. What he didn’t know was that I been had my eyes on him before he even approached me. I wore that outfit purposely for Rock that day, plus it was the last day of school for me. I just knew he would approach a bad chick like me. I heard of his rep in the hood, and for a young thug, he had it on lock on Church Ave.

“Aight, well I’m out, mama. Keep your phone on. I should be back in a few hours, I gotta’ go check on my kids.” Rock came over to give me a kiss. I rolled my eyes as I turned my face to avoid the kiss.

“Why do you always have to act like that when I go visit my kids. Damn, you always ruin the moment.” Rock yelled in my ear. “You know I have kids so what is the problem?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be too worried about you going over there if you wouldn’t have fucked these bitches behind my back, Rock. Plus you cheated on me with Tiny and her sister and have kids by both of them hoes.” I paused and looked at him. “What kind of shit is that?”

Rock shook his head and headed to the door. “Get over that. That was four years ago. I haven’t cheated on you since.” He opened the door. “I’m going to call you so you can order some Chinese food for tonight.”

“Whatever.” I said as he slammed the door behind him. I love Rock but all the bullshit attached to him is starting to really get old.

Things have got to change, because I am not going to be living my life chasing after a man that does not want to be kept. Getting up off the couch in my one bedroom apartment, I walk a couple steps to the front window to see which direction Rock is headed in. He must have speeded out of there because neither he nor his car was in sight. Stretching and yawning, I decide to take a nap until Rock gets back home.

I stretched out on my full-sized bed and thought about my life, my past, and my future. I grew up in a complete family. My mother and father have been together for over thirty years. Both of them coming from the Islands at the same time to make a life in America and secured their future together forever. Both of my parents are Jamaican born, I am the only American born in my family. I have a sister named Marie Roberts whom, like my parents, is from the old country.

Hard-nosed, my father was no joke growing up. He raised the household like a military base, and just because he was the only male in the house, he figured he would raise his daughters to be just as militant and strong as he was. My mother, bless her heart, tried to be the reason of sanity in our crazy household but she always backed my father up in everything he did or said.

My sister, Marie, moved to Florida years ago after graduating college. Unfortunately, my life didn’t follow that same plan. I decided college is just not for me. I see all of the successful celebrities without a college degree making millions and billions just doing regular things like making sex tapes, being Instagram famous, or twerking on youtube. By the way, you can follow me on Instagram at SexyMonica2FineAnd2Fly4YoEyez.