14 #2
Women had been taking care of kids, working and living full lives by themselves since the beginning of time.
I didn't need a damn full staff to raise my daughter, I just needed to stop doubting myself.
I feel like for years I've used self doubt like a crutch, an automatic defense mechanism that I liked to hide behind.
I would convince myself of what I couldn't do, or couldn't wear, and suddenly my brain flagged it as true.
Making it downstairs, I opened the fridge to grab stuff to make me a smoothie.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I heard Khaizon say as I jumped and looked around. I didn't see his ass so I thought I was tripping as I grabbed a knife to start slicing my fruit up.
"Journi why the fuck are you doing what I pay people for?" I again heard Khaizon say. Looking around then up, I spotted a damn camera stationed in the corner.
"You really are crazy as hell! Like something is seriously wrong with you," I said turning my back to the camera.
"You shouldn't be doing that, where the fuck Chef Adam at?" Khaizon asked as I intentionally ignored him and turned on the blender. A few seconds later my phone started ringing. Cutting it off I answered it.
"Stop fuckin' playing with me Journi," he said.
"What ever do you mean baby?" I said in a sickly sarcastic voice.
"You don't need to be downstairs doing none of that shit. Where the fuck that nigga at?" he said.
"Prolly enjoying a nice lunch that somebody else cooked, or maybe a massage or some shit," I said.
"The fuck that's posed to mean?" Khaizon said.
"I gave him and everybody else the day off. Well the guards still here but everybody else gone," I said.
"This better be a joke cuz if them muthafuckas not there they gone be gone permanently and I'm not talking bout fired either," he said as I rolled my eyes. His ass was part of the problem now with why I was feeling so damn inadequate.
"I sent them home because I'm not a fuckin' invalid! My legs not broke, my hands work just fine and I'm more than capable of taking care of me and my child without a house full of muthafuckas," I yelled feeling myself getting emotional again.
"Is that what you think I hired them for? Because I didn't think you was capable of doing the shit yourself? I know you can do it yourself but you don't have to and that's the difference. If you think everyone is too much we can cut it down to just the nanny and the housekeeper.
That nigga Adam can't cook no damn way," Khaizon said.
"I'd like that," I said.
"That ass looking good in them shorts though. You walking round like you ready for Jr already," he said.
"If you bring that dick anywhere near me I'll cut it off," I threatened.
"Don't threaten me with a good time baby. I already told you I'll let you cut me whenever you want to. I'm not the one that got a problem with blood, you do," he said referring to the other day when I'd woken up out of my sleep to him eating the soul out of my body.
The problem was I was still bleeding and was mad as fuck at him for doing that.
I didn't stop him, but I was definitely mad.
"You need therapy to figure out what happened to you as a child. You seriously not human," I said laughing.
"I'll take that as a compliment," he said. "Where my baby at?"
"Upstairs sleeping finally. It took me so long to get her to sleep because of you!" I said.
"What the fuck I do?" He asked laughing.
"You always putting her on your chest while she sleeps so now her ass refuses to go to sleep any other way. She's spoiled rotten and it's all your fault. Her ass bout to start going everywhere you go," I said as he laughed.
"I can't wait until she starts walking cuz that's gone be my passenger princess," he said.
"I thought you said I was your passenger princess? Just fuck me then huh?" I said.
"That's why I'm rushing to finish what I'm doing now so I can come home and fuck you girl," he said laughing.
"Not happening, but daddy said he stopping by later on to see us," I said trying to change the subject because fuckin round with him I'd blink and be pregnant again.
"That's cool I gotta chop it up with his ass bout some shit anyway, but I'll be home in bout thirty minutes. I want that pussy served to a nigga on a silver platter when I get there," he said hanging up before I could protest any further.
Shaking my head, I finished making my smoothie before going to walk on the treadmill to get some exercise in.
About an hour later, I was back downstairs putting clothes in the dryer when Khaizon walked up behind me and slapped me on my ass cheeks hard as hell.
"Fuck," I said as I turned around and hit his ass.
The nigga was built like a damn Mack truck and didn't even flinch from the lick I threw.
Instead, he bent down, grabbed me by my thighs and lifted me up on top of the dryer.
He was between my legs and kissing me all over before I could even process what had happened.
"Move," I moaned not sounding believable at all.
"You smell so fuckin good with yo pretty ass. Why you keeping my pussy from me Journi? Huh girl? Ain't this daddy pussy?" He asked me. The whole time he was talking to me he had reached his hands in my pants and slipped a finger inside of me.
"Fuckkk," I moaned as my body betrayed me as my hips started rocking back and forth riding his fingers against my will.
"No baby," I said.
"Your mouth saying no but this tight ass pussy got a death grip on my shit. You wetting my whole hand up," he said in my ear as he bit it. I grabbed his shirt pulling him towards me as my eyes rolled in the back of my head. At the same time my other hand pushed him away.
"Listen to my mouth not my body," I cried out as he inserted another finger inside of me.
"So don't listen to the fact that you got your legs wrapped around me pulling me to you? Or the fact that this pussy soaking wet?" He said grabbing a fist full of my hair yanking my head back making me hold eye contact with him as he hit a spot in my body that had me seeing stars.
"That's it, found that G spot right there. You gone cum for daddy?" He asked still with a grip on my hair looking deep into my eyes. Jesus help me. I thought to myself as I curled my toes trying to force myself not to give in. But why I was struggling so hard to fight this I had no fuckin idea.
"Arggh," I cried out.
"I'll make a deal with you, you cum for me right now and I'll let you slide with only giving me one. Cuz you know I be needing you to buss at least three or four times," he said inserting yet another finger inside me.
I felt like that request was reasonable, so I stopped fighting him and let my orgasm wash over me.
The shit caused my whole body to lock up as I felt myself cumming on his fingers.
"That's it, give me all that shit," Khaizon said refusing to let us break eye contact. When my body finally stopped shaking he bent down and captured my mouth in a kiss. Pulling his fingers out of me, he stuck them in his mouth licking them clean.
"Hmm," he said when he was done. I pushed at his chest until he moved back and allowed me to get down from the dryer.
My damn legs almost gave out on me though once I made it to my feet.
I refused to let him know the effect he had on me so I tried to save face as I slowly walked on shaky legs back into the kitchen.
"I got something to show you, it took a fuckin' while to be finished though," he said.
"What is it?" I asked him getting excited.
Since being with him I've learned to appreciate gifts again.
In the past anytime Cam gave me a gift it was after he'd beat my ass and felt guilty, or I'd caught him cheating and beat the bitch up.
So it was refreshing getting gifts with no type of pain attached to it.
"Just come see," he said as I followed him down the hallway and out the front door. Sitting in the middle of our driveway was a pearl Moonlight white Mercedes Benz AMG GLE Coupe with a big pink bow laying across the hood.
"Ahhhhhhh," I screamed jumping up and down.
"When I found out that you posed to get your girl a push gift after the baby born, I started looking around for the perfect gift for you. The only thing that came to mind was a car. I know how much you said you liked your Gwagon but I be damn if I buy you the same shit another nigga did. Besides,
he ain't fuckin with me when it comes to this car shit. This a one of a kind model, it's nothing else like it on the market cus it was custom built just for you," he said handing me the keys.
"Thank you thank you thank you," I said excitedly as I ran down the driveway to my car.
Hitting the locks, I pulled the driver's door open and screamed again as I jumped in.
The interior was a mixture of black and pink accents.
There was already cute pink decor throughout my car including a custom leather pink steering wheel cover, pink bow vent air freshener, a cute pink car trash can.
Everything had been carefully and intentionally added to my car including my name stitched in pink near the headrest of the driver's seat.
Looking in the backseat, I screamed again when I noticed the car seat that I had been eyeing for a while. It was the CYBEX Cloud T Comfort Extend Infant Car Seat with SensorSafe, La Parisienne in a custom pink color.
"You like it?" Khaizon asked getting in on my passenger side.
"That's a trick question? Cuz I fuckin' love it," I said.
"Good, but check this out cus this important," he said pressing a button on a touch screen stereo. The glove box flipped open but then slid to the side revealing another compartment. Inside was money, a small pink gun, and a cellphone.
"What's that for?" I asked him.
"This is for emergencies only. You find yourself in a sticky situation, ditch your phone and get somewhere safe. The money is so you won't have to use your cards. Also, once you push that button, it will alert me and my security team that you are in trouble. No need to reach out to me,
I'll find you. Lastly, all the windows are bulletproof, so if a muthafucka shooting at you, don't focus on that, just keep driving."
"Is all that necessary?" I asked him.
"In my world? Yes," he said.