Saje
Icouldn’t believe I had agreed to all this shit.
Everything was happening so fast. Reason went from bringing up the idea of a surrogate to finding one, and now he was pressing to have a gender reveal for a baby I didn’t want.
It was becoming harder trying to hide my true feelings the longer this went on.
Plenty of times I had to check myself because I kept coming close to revealing how I truly felt about the entire situation.
Once I remembered that I could risk losing Reason if he found out, I got myself together fast. Losing him wasn’t going to happen.
After our little argument weeks ago, I saw how angry he got when I disagreed with anything pertaining to his child. I wondered if this was how our lives would be moving forward. And if this was how it was going to be, I wondered if this was something I could handle for the rest of my life.
The way he spoke to me shocked the fuck out of me.
In all my years of knowing Reason, I had never seen him get that upset.
Shit, I could say the same for myself. He always catered to me, compromised, and did everything to make me smile.
Yes, he did ask multiple times if this was a journey I was ready for, and although I said, “Yes,” he should’ve been able to read my mind or something.
He should’ve known I didn’t want a life that included a baby…
an extra responsibility. He and I were enough, and I loved it that way.
Showing up to a gender-reveal party with our family and friends in attendance was the last thing I wanted to do.
I would have to pretend like I was all jolly and shit.
Thank goodness I was a great actress because I didn’t know how I would have been able to play this off for as long as I had if I wasn’t one.
“Why the fuck do I have to clear my schedule for another bitch’s gender reveal?” I fussed as I took off my jeans.
“That bitch you’re speaking of is pregnant with your husband’s baby… A baby both of you will be raising together.” Ezekiel sat on the stool with his legs open, watching me.
I wanted to slap the smirk I saw off his face.
“Nigga, whose side are you on?” I snapped, kicking my pants across the dressing room.
I slid my dress off the hanger and then stepped into the silky garment. Still feeling my anger rising, I stood in front of Ezekiel with my back facing him, wanting him to zip up the gown.
Instead of zipping up my dress, his lips grazed my back. His wet kisses instantly caused goosebumps to form on my skin. “I’m on yo’ side, Saje. You know that,” he whispered and continued kissing all over my back.
“Boy, shut up and help me zip up this dress,” I demanded, feeling the aftermath of his back kisses between my legs, but not in the mood to be toyed with.
“Damn, a nigga can’t sweet talk my way into some nookie?”
“Fuck no, you done messed that up. You should’ve thought about that before you said what you said.”
“What did I say wrong? Saje, please enlighten me.”
I finally turned around to face him. “Ezekiel, stop playin’ with me. You’re really starting to piss me off.”
His sinister smile gave me a funny little feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“I think you need to release some of that hostile ass behavior on my dick.”
I hated that my pussy throbbed from the way he talked to me. I was supposed to be mad right now, not turned the fuck on.
“Ezekiel, now is not the time for—”
“That’s where you’re wrong, work wifey,” he cut me off. “It’s the perfect time for my shit to slide up inside you.” He still had that silly smirk plastered on his face.
Temptation was a muthafucka, and the reason I was in this situation with him now.
We had a scene to shoot soon, and here I was contemplating whether I wanted to stay mad at my lover or wanted him to drill me. I chose the latter.
I slipped my dress back off and turned back around with my bare ass on full display.
“Damn, you look sexy as fuck from the back. Booty swallowing up that G-string. Can you make that thang swallow this dick next?”
“Yeah,” I answered, mad, irritated, and horny all at once.
Ezekiel slipped on the condom in a hurry. I was already bent over with my cheeks spread wide, impatiently waiting for him to fuck the frustration out of me. I didn’t want to go home to Reason with an attitude, so I would use Ezekiel to my advantage.
He rammed into my hole, making me release a deep moan.
I guess he assumed my entryway was already lubricated enough for him.
We were in a rush, but a little foreplay from him would’ve helped make this session a little better.
Instead of dwelling on what Ezekiel wasn’t doing, I decided to enjoy the moment and the feeling of his thick dick moving like a machine inside me.
Fifteen minutes later, he was rolling the cum filled rubber off his shaft and washing his dick in the tiny sink. All that rough sex we did, and I still didn’t cum. My mind was on too many things, and I couldn’t focus on getting fucked for the life of me.
Maybe a round with my husband would make this all better, but only if he wasn’t talking about that damn baby.
Ezekiel was dressed and leaning against the doorway. I was so deep in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed him waiting for me. He looked at me, and as if he was reading my mind, he asked, “So why did you let your husband go through with the surrogacy if you really were against it?”
His eyebrows were damn near touching his hairline as he peered at me.
I turned my neck so hard, I almost sprained it. I wasn’t in the mood to discuss this mess again, but I was the one who brought Ezekiel into our business. Still, it didn’t mean he could question me out of the blue. Usually, he would wait until I brought it up, which I had earlier before we fucked.
“Because I didn’t want to, dammit! Reason has known me for years. He should’ve been able to tell I didn’t want this shit.”
“Damn, you think that wealthy nigga is a psychic?” he quizzed.
“I think you’re really trying to get cursed the fuck out today?”
Ezekiel rushed over to me so fast and was in my face before I could blink again.
“Who the fuck you talkin’ to Saje? I think you must’ve forgotten that I ain’t ya nigga.”
And you never will be; you don’t even compare to my man. You’re just a nigga who occupies my pussy when my husband isn’t around. If you asked me, you should feel like the luckiest muthafucka in the world for fuckin’ a woman like me.
Instead of saying what I really wanted to and bursting his bubble, I muttered, “Of course, I know you aren’t my nigga.”
“Aight, just tryna set that shit straight. Sometimes I think you forget I’m just something like yo’ work sex buddy.”
Ouch.
Could this day get any worse?
That was a total slap in the face. I knew what Ezekiel and I were and wouldn’t be, but he didn’t have to disrespectfully remind me.
“You know what? Fuck you, Ezekiel.”
“You already did.” He laughed like I was a joke to him. “Quite a few times, I might add.”
“Fuckin’ asshole,” I whispered under my breath so he wouldn’t hear me.
I grabbed my things and brushed past him, not bothering to lock up the dressing room when I left. I had five minutes to get my shit together before the cameras started rolling.
We finished filming, and it was time for me to head home.
I was tired and hot from all the lights and tons of equipment on set.
Despite Ezekiel and I exchanging words earlier, we killed our scene.
No one was able to tell what took place in my dressing room hours before, and that’s how I intended to keep it.
We always did a good job keeping our little secret under wraps, so it was nothing new.
I hurried back to my dressing room, trying to get away from the other cast members before they attempted to spark a conversation I would rather not have. When I got closer, I saw Wynn’s ass snooping around my shit, like she was looking for something.
This bitch chose the wrong day to be in my sight.
I walked up on her. “Little bitch, I’m getting tired of your snooping ass. What the fuck do you want?” I assumed I caught her off guard by the way she jumped and dropped the folder she had in her hand.
Then, it seemed like there was a switch.
Wynn stood up straight and looked into my eyes.
“Saje, or should I say hoe? You don’t want these problems. I’m from the hood, and the only bitch here is you.
Ain’t nobody scared of yo’ ass. I played this good girl role for too long, and yo’ dumb ass is putting me right back in my ghetto element. ”
“Girl, who the fuck are you talkin’ to?” Just when I lifted my arms to make my hands do the talking, someone snatched me up, lifting me off my feet from behind. The way they carried me made me feel like I weighed nothing but a few pounds and not the curvaceous woman I was.
I was so hot, I couldn’t look to see who was dragging my ass inside my dressing room.
The entire way, I kept my eyes on Wynn, wishing I was free to smack that ugly smile right off her face.
Beating her ass would have made me feel ten times better.
She would be the perfect person to take my anger out on.
“Put me down, now! Please let me beat the brakes off that hoe!” I begged, ignoring my surroundings and forgetting I was at work. I kicked and screamed, trying to get whoever was carrying me to let me go.
I was shoved into my dressing room, and when the door slammed, I turned around to see who was bold enough to pick up my big ass.
Ezekiel.
I should’ve known it was him. This nigga was quiet the whole time he carried me, or maybe I was just too mad to notice him.
He had fire in his eyes, and not the good kind. “Saje, getcho’ ass outta here. Out there tryna fight that girl like y’all in the slums and not in a professional environment.”
“Ezekiel, that bitch was talkin’ big shit. It’s about time I showed her who the fuck she’s messing with.”
“Oh, big bad wolf, Saje. Fuck her. I’on know why you letting that assistant get under your skin.”
I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath and calm down. I wished he would’ve at least let me get a good hit in.
“You lucky it was me who saw you acting a fool, and not anyone else. Yo’ ass probably would’ve been on the front-page news by now.”
He was right. I had a reputation to uphold. My image was more important than a low-down bitch. Allowing a peasant to get under my skin was beneath me. I knew better.
I had nothing to say; this situation could’ve ended badly. And God forbid Reason found out about this. I wouldn’t hear the end of it.
“Get on out of here, Saje. Don’t you gotta gender reveal to focus on?”
“Don’t fuckin’ remind me.”
I didn’t bother packing my work bag neatly. I shoved everything inside, threw up the deuces at Ezekiel, and strutted out.