18. Saje
SAJE
The newest thing added to my plate was having to deal with a random bitch carrying my husband’s baby. This definitely wasn’t on my bingo card.
On the other hand, what the fuck did I look like carrying a child?
I was already a thick bitch, so the only thing a pregnancy would’ve done was make me gain weight and act like a crazy woman.
Fuck all that. That was not an option either.
Not only did I not want to be pregnant, but I also didn’t want to be responsible for no crying ass baby.
Despite how I felt, the same shit I didn’t want would happen soon.
I couldn’t believe I was going to be forced to take care of a child that technically had no relation to me.
I couldn’t risk using my own egg. If Reason found out I was fertile, the way my life would change was one of the only things that scared me. But would I really be able to keep faking this shit when his child got here?
The entire situation was irking my nerves. Damn Reason!
Ezekiel lay on his back, dick shooting up to the ceiling, and ready to fuck while I went on a rant. I needed someone to vent to, and right now he was the only person here to listen. It didn’t matter that we didn’t have much time to get our rocks off and head back to the studio.
Instead of having sex in the dressing room like we usually did, we decided to freely fuck without any restrictions. Which was why we booked a hotel room right down the street from work to handle our business.
“Reason is getting on my damn nerves with all this surrogacy shit! I’m about ready to contact that agency my damn self, pay them off, and make them tell him that something came up and the surrogacy contract has been terminated.”
I was on the verge of crying and wanting to put an end to this baby bullshit.
Ezekiel sat up in bed, and my eyes instantly traveled down to his wood, which still hadn’t softened since we entered the room.
“Saje, we gon’ have to stop fuckin’ if you continue talkin’ ’bout that nigga right before I get in them guts. I ain’t got time to hear ’bout your marital issues with a nigga whose bitch I’m fuckin’. I’m here to fuck, not be no therapist.” Disapproval gleamed in his eyes.
Ezekiel could be so disrespectful with his words sometimes, but the way his dick disrespected my pussy was what made me keep coming back to his ass.
He sexed me like the hood nigga he was, and that was the type of shit I loved.
On screen, he was a proper husband. Behind the scenes, he was my ghetto side nigga.
“You ain’t gotta say all that. I swear you go overboard.” I retorted, rolling my eyes. “Just shut up and slide in this pussy.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to do.” Ezekiel got up and came over to where I stood. Without a sign or warning, he tightly gripped my neck, threw me on the bed, and rammed himself into me. I let out a loud moan as he began to work my middle.
Reason had already given me the full course meal, but Ezekiel was the dessert. People would probably call me selfish or say I’m wrong, but shouldn’t a woman be able to have it all?
“Take this nut, Saje!” Ezekiel grunted while hitting the back of my walls.
“Gimme that shit… yesss… Right there, oh shit… Ezekiellll!”
He released, and when I was close to having an orgasm, he pulled out.
“What are you doing? I was about to cum!” I shot him a sour look.
He pointed at the clock on the dresser. “Do you see what time it is? We gotta head back to the studio.”
I was heated, but he was right; we did have to get back in time to film our scene. I angrily scooted to the edge of the bed and rose to my feet. After cleaning myself, I practically threw my clothes back on as Ezekiel did the same.
When we were done, we made a pit stop at the corner smoothie shop to purchase two drinks so that there wouldn’t be any suspicions about our whereabouts.
We barely made it back to the studio in time to get dressed for our pool scene.
In this scene, Colby and Ife were on vacation to reconcile their marriage and get their spark back.
I quickly got into character and forgot about my problems. Acting came first, and everything else came after.
Ezekiel felt the same as I did. We easily eased into our husband-and-wife roles and poured our hearts into the current scene.
After filming, I went back to my dressing room to put my street clothes back on.
Instead of driving myself to work today, I decided to have Reason's and my driver, Nito, take me to work. Sometimes it felt good to be chauffeured, and I was in that type of mood when I woke up this morning. Why wouldn’t I take advantage of what was available to me?
Thanks to Reason, he did everything to make my life easier.
I hit Nito’s line and told him to be out front in about thirty minutes.
Knock. Knock.
“It better not be Ezekiel’s ass tryna come back for another round,” I mumbled as I sauntered toward the entrance.
I opened the door, and Reason stood in front of me, looking good as fuck.
He had a fresh haircut, his solid six-foot four frame was dressed in jeans and a white tee, shiny blinged out jewelry draped his neck and wrist, and the tattoos covering his arms glistened from the mixture of freshly whipped cocoa and shea butter.
My attention was back on his perfect face. My husband’s juicy ass lips looked smooth, pink, and ready for me to sit on. I stood there frozen, hooked, and mesmerized. He had me feeling like we were meeting for the first time.
“Damn, beautiful. You just gon’ stand there gawking, or you gon’ let me come inside and suck that pussy?”
The seat of my panties instantly became moist. Oh, this was the type of time my man was on. Multiple orgasms were guaranteed with Reason; he always aimed to please every inch of my body.
Then it dawned on me. I had just got my pussy beat the fuck up earlier.
I cleaned myself, but I was sure there were still remnants of Ezekiel lingering down there.
Reason would be able to tell someone was lurking inside something that should’ve belonged to him and only him. I couldn’t risk that shit.
We were still standing in the open doorway while I tried to come up with an excuse.
As I contemplated my response, Wynn’s bitch ass walked by with another worker.
It seemed like she slowed down when she got closer to my dressing room.
Reason’s eyes were on me, but my focus was on Wynn.
She smirked and said to the woman next to her, “A lot of bitches be ungrateful around here,” and then they both laughed.
Reason briefly turned and then looked back at me. Wynn knew what she was doing. This bitch is tryna get beat the hell up. She said it loud enough to catch the attention of anyone who was near.
“My love, wait inside for me. I’ll be right back. I forgot something on set. Let me go grab it, and I’ll come right back,” I blabbered to Reason and pulled him inside the dressing room.
Before he could rebut, I stormed off behind Wynn, who was now alone since the woman headed in another direction.
“Wynn,” I called.
She whipped her head around.
I pointed at her, almost poking her skin.
“Let me tell you something, bitch. I don’t know what yo’ problem is, but don’t think I don’t catch the sneak dissing you be doing or the nasty looks you steady throw my way.
I promise you don’t want these problems. So, I advise you to mind yo’ business and stay in an assistant’s place,” I spewed, not caring that specks of spit flew from my mouth.
Her hand flew to her chest. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” she said, playing dumb.
“All right, keep playing stupid and fuck around and find out.” I cut my eyes at her and rushed back to my man.
Wynn better leave me alone. I wonder if she knew about Ezekiel and me. No, she couldn’t. We were too careful.
When I entered the dressing room, Reason leaned against the vanity table with a gift bag next to him. I lit up at the sight of a present, forgetting about my little problem with Wynn. I guess I wasn’t paying attention when he got here, because how could I miss him holding the bag?
“Is this for me, baby?” I cooed, moving closer and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Just a lil’ something to brighten your mood.” He lifted the straps and handed me the bag.
With the biggest smile on my face, I snatched out the pink and blue tissue paper. What the hell is this? I tried to keep a poker face, but it was becoming more difficult as I made out what was inside the bag.
Fucking baby clothes.
I forced a smile as I pulled out the two little outfits, one for a boy and one for a girl.
“Just thought this might make you feel good.”
Reason, now why the fuck would you think that? The only person who would see this shit and feel good is you?
“Oh, these are cute,” I said in the sweetest voice.
“Yeah. Does seeing the clothes make it feel real?”
I couldn’t put the clothes back inside the bag fast enough. “Yes, it sure does,” I responded flatly. “Oh shit, I forgot I told Nito to pick me up,” I muttered, changing the subject.
“Don’t worry about it. I cancelled and told him I got you.”
“How thoughtful.” I still wore my fake smile.
He kissed me, and his tongue slipped into my mouth. Mhmm, his tongue feels so good. Thoughts of his tongue swirling inside my pussy was the only thing that kept my mind off this bullshit ass gift he gave me.
“Let’s go,” I told him.
“I need to feel you, Saje.”
I slid my hand down his chiseled chest and kept going until I reached his bulge. “You will as soon as we get home. I’m in the mood for some shower sex.”
“Aight, baby,” Reason replied and slapped my ass as we headed toward the door. He turned around. “Wait, you forgot something.”
“What?”
“The gift bag with the baby clothes.”
“You’re right. How could I forget, my love?” I smirked and rolled my eyes when he turned around to get the bag.