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  “You mad or nah?” she taunted.

  “Nah, I’m the one in his bed every night boo!” I hit her ass with a hair flip of all twenty-four inches of my bundles and walked away.

  Walking up behind Chad, I grabbed him by the hand and led him to the dance floor. R. Kelly was telling me to slow wind for him, and that was exactly what I did. I felt Cinnamon’s eyes burning a hole in us, so I decided to give her a taste of what I was able to get every night.

  I stuck my tongue in Chad’s mouth, and I was surprised when he accepted it and grabbed me tighter around the waist. I winked my eye at her and continued to savor the peach Ciroc off of Chad’s tongue.

  Chapter 16

  Cinnamon

  Maybe this decision was a mistake

  You probably don’t care what I have to say

  But it’s been heavy on my mind for months now

  Guess I’m trying to clear some mental space

  I would love to talk to you in person

  But I understand why that can’t be

  I’ll leave you alone for good, I promise

  If you answer this one question for me

  I just wonder

  Do you ever

  Think of me anymore

  Do you?

  I laid in bed listening to the words of Ne-yo’s song Do You as the tears poured down my eyes. I was so hurt by Chad actions; it was like we were on a seesaw. One minute we were good and the next he was all in Chasity’s face. Last night at Julie’s party was the ultimate disrespect for me, and I finally decided to get over him. Yeah, in three more months, we were going to have a baby boy together, but it was time that I did what was best for me.

  Since Honey moved out, I was all alone in this big ol house. The only thing that I did was go to school and hang out with Joe. Joe and I had become close since we shared the same class together, but I wasn’t ready to jump into something serious yet. As if he was reading my thoughts, I saw Joe’s name flashing across my phone screen.

  “Hello,” I answered trying to cheer up my voice.

  “Hey, pretty lady, what’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “Aw don’t lie to me, I hear it in your voice, plus the music in the background says it all.”

  “I’m just bored,” I replied lowering the volume of the stereo.

  “Let me fix that then, get ready and I’ll be by to pick you up in thirty minutes.”

  “I really don’t feel like going anywhere,” I whined.

  “I’m coming, so you better get dressed or I’ll drag you out the house in what you have on,” he said before hanging up the phone.

  After laying in bed for another fifteen minutes, I decided to get up and freshen up. I didn’t really feel like dressing up, so I put on my black and red Chanel jogging suit with a pair of black Chanel wedge sneakers.

  Pulling my hair in a messy bun, I grabbed a bottle of water, my house keys, and sat on my porch swing as I waited for him to come.

  A white 2015 Cadillac Escalade pulled up in front of my house. Getting out the car, he walked over to me, lifted me up, and seated me in the front seat, strapping the seatbelt around me. I giggled at his silliness as he got back in the car and pulled off.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “To the mall.”

  “Why the mall?”

  “I’m giving my lil homie a shopping spree all on me.”

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  “But I want to, so just sit back and chill.”

  Inside of Coral Square Mall, he blew a few racks on CJ. Anything I looked at he bought it. I was really starting to warm up to our little shopping spree and even bought a few things for Honey and my mother, with my own money of course.

  Stopping in Hallmark, I picked up a thank-you card and scribbled in it while he wasn’t looking, then stuffed it back in my bag. My feet were starting to swell, so we decided to sit down and have some ice cream.

  “Where have you been?” I asked taking a big bite of my pecan butterscotch ice cream.

  “I was out of town handling some business.”

  “What kind of business?”

  “The type that makes money.”

  “What do you do for a living?”

  “I run a collections company, based out of North Carolina. That’s why I’m always in and out.”

  “So, why are you taking a class in Miami if you have everything going for you in North Carolina?”

  “To be honest, I only signed up for that class because it was the only class available that I could take with you.”

  “So, you’re a stalker?” I blushed.

  “No. I’m just a man that gets what he wants,” he winked.

  We talked about everything from A to Z I was really enjoying his company and even invited him back over to my house for dinner and a movie. I sat on the bench that was in front of the mall as he loaded all of the bags in the car.

  When he was finished, he grabbed me by my hand, and we walked holding hands down the strip. It was such a romantic setting, but the only thing wrong with this moment was that I wasn’t sharing it with the man that I loved.

  “What’s up, Cinnamon?” Chad friend Carter said.

  “Hey, Carter,” I nervously replied.

  “What you doing out here?”

  “Just a little baby shopping.”

  “Word. Where’s Chad?”

  “Home I guess.”

  “You ready to go, Cinnamon?” Joe interrupted.

  “Yeah,” I said. “It was nice seeing you, Carter.”

  “I bet.”

  Back at my house, I sat all the bags on the floor by the door and went to the kitchen and began cooking our dinner. I made a fresh pan of three meat lasagna with a side salad, and cheesy bread. We were sitting on the couch watching reruns of Walking Dead when the alarm signaled the front door had been opened.

  “It’s probably just Honey,” I assured Joe feeling his body tense up.

  “Cinnamon, I have to talk to you, NOW!” Chad yelled walking towards the back room.

  “I’ll be back.” I stuttered as I walked towards the bedroom. With every step I took, I could feel my heart threaten to burst out of my chest.

  “This how you do it now?” Chad snapped slamming the room door. “You hugged up with a nigga in the house I bought you while you carrying my fucking child?”

  My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth like glue. I couldn’t bring myself to reply.

  “You don’t hear me talking to you?”

  “So it’s ok for you to be walking around with some crack head ass bitch playing house with her and shit, but when a nigga finally decided to pay me some attention, you get mad?! Nah, it don’t work like that Chad! We are not together, I am free to do what I want.”

  “Not while you carrying my fucking baby!”

  “That makes no fucking sense!”

  “It does make sense.”

  I was so fed up at this point that all I could do is cry. I couldn’t win for losing. The guy I wanted to be with wanted to be happy with someone else while I sat back and watched. And every time I tried to get a little bit of happiness, it was deprived due to his ego.

  Chad pushed me up against the bedroom door and pulled my pants down.

  “This why you crying? You miss daddy’s dick,” he said stroking my pussy and making it rain down his fingers.

  Pulling out his dick, he put it in me and began fucking me from the back.

  “I want to see you play with that pussy,” he demanded as he looked at me through the mirror I had hanging on the back of my room door.

  “Oh, so you not going to listen to me?” he asked and tightened the grip he had around my neck. He took my free hand and put in between my legs using my fingers to play with my clit.

  “Listen to me when I’m talking to you, now keep that hand there and play with it,” he said roughly pumping in and out of me. The way he was rough handling me had me about to jump off a cliff. I was going real crazy;
my pussy was doing things that it never done.

  “Fuck me harder!” I yelled out.

  He began to thrust in and out of me harder and faster. His hand was still around my throat squeezing as my fingers rubbed my clit to match his pace. He bit down real hard on my shoulder blade, and I cried out in pain.

  “This pussy still wet and tight,” he groaned “You planned on giving that nigga my pussy?” he asked in between thrust.

  “What did I say about you not answering me?” he asked pulling his dick all the way out then forcing himself back inside of me.

  “Oh, daddy, do it again,” I begged.

  “You like that rough shit, huh?” he asked pulling my head back by my hair. He repeated pulling his dick out of me then stuffing it back in my dripping pussy until I came all over his dick.

  Holding me up against the door, he put each of my legs in the crook of his arms and started beating the pussy up like he was Nick Cannon in Drumline. I felt his dick starting to swell up, so I used all my energy to squeeze his dick in.

  “Oh, damn that’s how you doing it?” he moaned. “Do it for daddy again.”

  Contracting my pussy muscles around his dick, this time holding it hostage, he had no choice but to cum. He unloaded a bucket load of cum in me as the impact of his nut caused me to bounce up and down his dick. Lifting me above his head, he sucked on my clit until he was my Milk Marie and was drinking loads of my cum.

  “Tell that nigga to clear before I pump hot lead in his ass,” he said putting me down. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like Jell-O. When I was finally able to gain my composure, I grabbed a pair of Chad’s basketball shorts and prepared myself for the walk of shame I was about to take.

  Joe was sitting at the dining room table enjoying his plate of food. I felt bad because he made me a plate and while I was supposed to be entertaining the guest that I invited over; I was in my room getting fucked by my baby daddy.

  “I’m sorry for cutting our dinner date short, but my kid’s dad want to talk to me in private.”

  “Talk?” he questioned.

  “Yes talk.”

  “A’ight cool, well, I’ll get up with you later.”

  He reached over and gave me a hug before leaving, and I felt like shit. I knew he could smell the scent of Chad’s cologne mixed with sex all over my skin. I stormed in the room to snap at Chad for making me feel like a fool, but the sight before me changed my mind.

  Chad’s sexy chocolate ass was laying across my bed with his dick touching the ceiling. My mouth began to drool, and all I could think about was jumping on the dick like a pogo stick.

  “Is that nigga gone?”

  “Yes.”

  “Let that be the last time you have a nigga in my house,” he said, “I see you looking at the dick, come get it.”

  I undressed and took him in my mouth. I sucked the residue of my dried up cum off his dick then deep throated him. Turning around, I positioned my pussy in his face as I got in the sixty-nine position.

  Before I even got a good grip on the dick, his tongue already had my pussy coming. I tried to run from him, but he locked his hands around my waist holding me in place. Whoever said makeup sex was the best sex never lied.

  Chapter 17

  Chad

  After I blew Cinnamon’s back out, we were chillin’ in the tub enjoying each other’s company.

  “Don’t never try to pull no shit like that no more.” She was sitting across from me as I rubbed her feet.

  “You don’t pull no shit like that no more. You embarrassed me.” She rolled her eyes. I swear since she’d been pregnant she was either emotional as fuck or evil as hell. That mouth was becoming something serious.

  “Watch yo’ mouth before I stick something in it,” I joked.

  “Yeah whateva’.”

  “But on the real, I don’t like that shit.”

  “And you think I’m supposed to like your ex living with you?” she asked.

  She had me; I didn’t have nothing to say. I loved Cinnamon with all my heart; she meant the world to me. I had no type of feelings for Chasity. I was just afraid that if I turned my back on her she was going to run back to the crack pack and that was something I didn’t want on my conscious.

  “Exactly,” she said trying to get out of the tub. I pulled her down to me and stuck my tongue in her mouth.

  “You need some more dick?” I asked. “Is that why you’re acting up?”

  “Shut up, Chad!”

  “Don’t worry daddy is going to spend the night and feed your pussy all the dick it can take.” I lifted her up and unplugged the tub. Making sure the water was nice and warm; I allowed the shower to rinse all the soap suds off of our bodies.

  “All that shit that nigga bought my baby; pack that shit up. We are dropping them off to the Salvation Army in the morning.” I said dressing in a pair of boxers and gym shorts.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Dead ass! Question me if you want to and get fucked up.” I told her as I grabbed her finger. “And you better find that ring and put that shit on your damn finger!”

  “I thought only people who were engaged wore engagement rings,” she snapped.

  “Keep fucking with me, Cinnamon, put the ring back on your fucking finger and don’t question me!”

  Leaving her in the room, I walked out to my car and grabbed my duffle bag of clothes. Making sure the alarm was set, I threw away all the food Cinnamon made. My vibe didn’t get with that nigga, so I ain’t want her eating nothing he touched.

  Grabbing the China Star menu off the refrigerator, I ordered us some Chinese food. Putting my duffle bag in the closet, I rolled me a few blunts before laying back in bed.

  “What are you doing?” she asked. “Shouldn’t you being going back home to your crack head?”

  “I told you I was staying the night.”

  “Yea, whateva’.”

  “Daddy’s home since your ass don’t know how to act bringing niggas up in here and shit! Wake me up when the food gets here.”

  “What food?”

  “Food that I ordered!”

  “Why would you order food and I cooked?”

  “I threw that shit out, that nigga was out there touching it and shit, I ain’t with that shit.”

  Sucking her teeth, she walked out of the room. I smoked me a blunt to ease my nerves. Cinnamon’s mouth was bound to make a nigga catch a charge. Checking my phone, I had a few text from Chasity asking me where I was and when I was going to be coming home. I turned my phone off without responding and fell asleep.

  ***

  The following day, we dropped all the baby items that Joe bought the baby off to the Salvation Army. The look on the lady’s face was priceless when we brought in armloads of clothes, bottles, and all the other necessities that babies need. Once we were done dropping everything off, we made our way to the mall where we shopped for our child together.

  After the shopping spree, we went to Sweet 2 Sisters, where we shopped for baby furniture for the nursery. Cinnamon picked out the Bratt Decor Chelsea sleigh crib in sterling silver with a matching changing table, dressers, rocking chair, and baby amor. I had them engrave the baby’s name with diamonds in the front of the crib. I wasn’t hurting behind the twenty thousand I dropped on him; he was the air to my throne, so he deserved nothing but the best.

  I had them hold off the delivery on the baby items because I had to figure out how I was going to move Chasity out of my house and move Cinnamon and the baby in.

  Chapter 18

  Chasity

  It had been a full week since Chad had been home. I spotted him the other day shopping with Cinnamon, which only concluded that he had been shacking up with her. I walked around the house putting the last touches on myself. I was prepared to beg, plead, and cry to have my man back in my life.

  He agreed to come over and speak with me tonight, and I had every trick up my sleeve. I was determined to make him remember why he fell in love with me the first time.
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  Testing the pole that I had installed in the bedroom, I made sure that it was nice and sturdy. I did a few tricks that my stripper friend Sweet Pea taught me making sure I had them down pack.

  Hearing him throw the keys on the glass table, I yelled out to him and told him that I was upstairs in the master bedroom. Once I heard his footsteps get closer, I dimmed the light and pressed play on the stereo.

  You’re like ice

  I-C-E, feels so nice

  Scorching me, you’re so hot hot

  Baby your love is so hot hot

  Kelly Rowland voice song’s Ice blasted. Closing my eyes, I began dancing and grinding up and down the pole. I was in a world of my own as the beat took control of myself. The liquid courage and the two lines of coke that I snorted helped relax me a lot.

  Feeling myself, I flipped myself upside down and slid down the pole. Spreading my legs wide, I pulled my panties to the side and began playing with myself to the beat of the song. For my grand finale, I made my pussy squirt all over the floor.

  The light then came on, and when I finally opened my eyes, I got the shock of my life.

  “You’d make a nice stripper,” Cinnamon said standing next to Chad. “Chad, you got some dollars to tip the bitch?”

  “Get dressed and meet me downstairs,” Chad finally spoke. I watched as both of them walked out of the room. I wanted to so badly jump on Cinnamon and beat that damn baby out of her, but I held my composure.

  Getting dressed, I walked downstairs where Chad was sitting down with his head down. My heart sank when I saw the bag of coke sitting on the table.

  “You back on this shit?!” he yelled grabbing me by my throat. I wanted to reply, but the death grip that he had around me wouldn’t allow me to. I felt my head getting light as the stream of tears began to fall down my face. I was about to black out, but he released me throwing me against the wall. I hungrily sucked in air trying to feed my lungs some oxygen.

  “I don’t even want to hear it, just pack yo’ shit, and I want you out of my fucking house!” he yelled. “Moe will help you move your shit and take you where ever you got to go.”