37. Kayori
Chapter Thirty-Seven
KAYORI
“Why you sitting there with an attitude? Looking at me like you got an issue,” I asked Meshalay as she bounced Zion on her left leg and rolled her eyes hard at me.
“Had your ass not up and left Vegas, my man wouldn’t be back and forth leaving me and Zion. Now he’s talking ‘bout he thinking about buying property out here like Beast! Starting business ventures in raggedy-ass LA!” I could tell by her tone that she was frustrated and taking it all out on me.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes back at her ass and sat back, relaxing my back and rubbing my stomach.
“Yea, what the fuck ever! It’s always about Kayori and how you feel. You don’t take others into consideration.”
“Well, it ain’t my fault yo nigga playing follow the muthafuckin leader, bitch.” I was tired of her shitty attitude, and playing the blame game was very mediocre of her.
“Bitch, what you just say to me? You know what? Don’t even answer that shit. It’s to be expected.” Standing to her feet with Zion glued to her hip sucking his thumb, she picked up his diaper bag and looked at me like I had shit on my face.
“As a reminder, you cry baby ass bitch. My man and your man are best friends, more like brothers. They’re also business partners, and Beast’s business is Stone’s business.
So, like I said, you are always thinking about yourself and not how all this stupid petty shit could affect others!
I’m out of here. I’d rather sit at my fucking hotel suite than look at you right now. ”
I sat stunned at Meshalay’s words. We’ve never got into it on a level where she walked away mad. I understood my decisions, but at the time, I didn’t think how it would turn out. I was just in desperate need of space, plus pregnancy hormones were still a huge and new thing for me.
I refused to let anybody else, including her, make me feel horrible about my decisions when my decisions ended up giving me a better opportunity to reach new goals for myself.
She could stay mad. I had too many other things to worry about than her having a bitch fit because her man was handling his business.
“I’ll be here when you're ready to apologize,” I mumbled. She turned around at the door and looked at me like I was crazy.
“You just gon’ be waiting then, bitch. You and Beast deserve each other. You’re starting to act just like the nigga.”
Before I could respond, she was already slamming the door.
I cursed and hoped like hell she didn’t wake Mattea’s busy body ass up.
I was craving my donuts that Praise all of a sudden said he couldn’t bring to me.
He texted me, telling me something had come up, and he needed me to keep Mattea longer, which was fine with me.
I just wished like hell he would just stay here with me.
I missed him like crazy, and Mattea didn’t need to be in a hotel when I had a nice, cozy, and safe place here.
Knowing that it would be nighttime before he got here, I made a small pot of spaghetti with fried chicken, and then I got in the shower to freshen up before Praise made his arrival.
Tonight, I had plans of getting my man back and getting laid.
I desperately needed some good long loving, and no one would be sufficient enough but Praise.
Nighttime came faster than expected, and I was tired as hell.
Mattea was a lot of work. She asked a thousand questions every hour, and she loved to debate you when you told her little ass no.
After playing with Barbie dolls and eating dinner, I painted her toes the best I could, then put her in the tub and read her a story.
She was finally asleep at eleven-thirty.
I was on the verge of going on and ordering her some melatonin, but I knew for a fact that Beast wouldn’t have it at all.
It wasn’t even worth me bringing it up, and then he would start accusing me of drugging his princess.
Now, I lay in the bed, looking at the ceiling with disappointment.
I thought Praise was still going to come, but it was late as hell.
He wouldn’t dare come get Mattea this late and wake her up to take her to some hotel.
I thought about Meshalay, and I felt bad.
Maybe I was being selfish, but at the same time, I did what I thought was best for me.
I didn’t like me and my best friend beefing, so I picked my phone up and shot her a text telling her I was sorry.
Turning on my side, I looked at my room door and smiled as my eyes got cloudy.
I was really about to have a baby any day now.
My son was a week late, and come next week, they planned on inducing my labor.
I stared at the hospital bag I had packed and felt super anxious.
I couldn’t wait to see my baby boy and hold him and spoil him with everything I had in me.
As soon as I started to dose off, I heard my doorbell ring.
It should have been a crime how fast I tried to struggle to sit up.
I didn’t have to be told that it was Beast on the other side of my door.
Once I slid my feet into my house shoes, I waddled to the door with butterflies swarming in my stomach.
Opening the door, I stepped to the side and stared at Beast. He looked bothered but handsome as hell.
I loved when he didn’t let his barber cut his hair down too low.
His fade was impeccable, the waves in his head made me seasick, and it showed the good texture of his hair.
Those beautiful gray eyes twinkled at me, but they remained low and tight since he was so damn high.
His cologne was mixed with the strong smell of weed.
Even in simple clothes, Beast looked damn good.
He was the type of fine that made every woman, even married, want him.
It couldn’t have been one day nor an hour of this man being in public without a woman ogling him.
I took in his attire and licked my lips, although I could tell by his low eyes something was bothering him.
I couldn't gain control over my pussy. She was practically screaming Beast’s name.
"Beast, I'm sorry... I need you, baby. Matthew and I are going to need you.
I'm sorry for not hearing you out when I know you're an honest person.
I was only acting off emotions and not thinking things through at the moment.
My actions made you not trust me, and my pride was too high.
I ran from my problems, and that wasn't right.
I've missed you so much, and I love you, Beast, all of you.
I just want us to be happy and not toxic.
It doesn't mean we are going to be super perfect and not have any slip-ups.
" My stomach tightened as I stared hard at him.
I basically poured my soul out to him, and I was scared for him to reject me.
"If you wanted some dick, Juicy, that's all you had to say... I think I've had you on punishment for far too long... My dick is ready to enter his home." He grabbed his crotch and smiled as those deep-dish dimples sunk deep into his cheeks.
My heart skipped a beat. If I was light skin, I would've turned red.
He grabbed each ass cheek of mine and squeezed them tight, then pulled me right into his tall ass frame.
My head was damn near touching his belly button.
I was short as hell, but I enjoyed his tight embrace.
Grabbing me by the tip of my chin, he bent down, and tongue kissed me until I was dizzy.
“Matthew’s cock blocking already.” He chuckled. We both could feel our baby doing summersaults inside of me.
Moving a strand of hair from my face, he pecked me again on the lips. Beast’s lips were juicy as hell, so his lips practically swallowed mine.
“You coming up off that good pussy, Juicy?”
I cursed myself for nodding my head so fast, like a dog awaiting its treat.
My nipples were so hard they ached to be licked and sucked.
As if he was reading my mind, he bit through the silk fabric, causing my flood gates to open and pour out.
Each time he bit my nipple, a moan ripped from my throat.
Placing my arms around his neck, I licked and sucked on his flesh like a lioness.
I had to be the first to break the hold we had on each other.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I shamelessly took my nightgown off and walked away from him, knowing he would follow.
Pregnancy wasn’t stopping shit at this point.
Being that Matthew was a week late, we needed to catch up on all the sex I missed having with him.
I knew once the baby got here, our time would be limited.
Laying back on my bed with a couple of pillows propped underneath me so that I wasn’t fully on my back, I opened my legs as far as they could go.
The room was warm, but being exposed with nothing on, I could feel the chill on my hot center.
Beast stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
Stepping out of his sneakers, then sweats and shirt, my mouth started to water at the sight of his Polo boxers coming off and his beautiful well-endowed dick standing up at attention.
He stroked only the tip as he smiled at me with a cocky ass smirk.
“Tell me you miss us, Juicy while playing in that pussy.”
Using two fingers, I dipped them inside of me, dragging my juices up to my clit and circling it while my eyes fluttered.
“I missed y’all so much, daddy,” I moaned out as he grunted and walked towards my bed.”
“Tell me that you will never in your right or wrong mind run away from me again.”
He had me where he wanted me, and I wasn’t ashamed to tell my man what he needed to hear.
As soon as I felt him getting in the bed and climbing between my thick thighs, I scooted down.
I was too anxious to feel any part of him.
He blew first like he was blowing on some hot ass food, then latched on to my clit like a baby needing his pacifier.
Beast feasted on my pussy like he had been starved.
It didn’t even take five minutes for my cum to spill out of my center and into his mouth.
He sat up, not wiping away my juices, and leaned cautiously between my legs and over my big ass stomach. Pulling both of my titties together, he licked and bit on my nipples just like I liked it.
“Damn baby, your milk is sweet as fuck. Matthew ain’t gon’ be the only one sucking and drinking from these big ass watermelons.”
I almost felt embarrassed as he squeezed my right nipple, and clear liquid mixed with a little white liquid came shooting out into Beast’s face.
He latched back on and sucked more gently.
Every time he grunted, I thrusted on his shaft.
I was ready for him to be buried deep inside of me.
He got the picture. Grabbing his meaty dick, he circled it around my throbbing clit, then slid effortlessly inside of me.
My pussy received him, instantly putting that dick in a tight chokehold. I allowed my pussy to breathe on him. Doing Kegel exercises daily caused my muscles to work effortlessly on Beast. He bit down hard on his bottom lip as he moved in and out of me.
“My fucking medicine, Juicy… Don’t ever take this shit away from me again,” his voice was strained as he put in work.
Round for round, we hit it off. We damn near tried to go all damn night until the Braxton Hicks started to bother me.
Beast tried to put me in every position possible until I tapped out, and we passed out and cuddled under each other.
It felt good to be back with my man, and I felt complete.
I was willing to stick beside him and never run when shit got tough again.
I needed to learn how to communicate better and express myself.
There was no doubt in my mind that Beast was deeply in love with me like I was with him.
I was starting to feel like we balanced each other out and belonged together forever.
God had sent me a love that I didn’t want to mix with any other remedy but Beast. Spending all that time away from him showed me how much I loved him and how deeply in love I was with him.
I was foolish to run, but mistakes were bound to happen.
I’ve been in relationships, but none as deep as this.