Chapter 16
Ashaun
Telling Scar ‘bout Akira was dumb. I knew it and so did he. In his mind, I wasn’t supposed to be so gung-ho behind a woman period.
Maybe ‘cause I looked for a nut and nut only. That’s all women was good for if you asked me.
Akira on the other hand had my attention all the way across the board.
I just wanted baby to understand I wasn’t going nowhere.
I sat in my car two doors down from her crib and waited until I saw the master bedroom light go out.
It was after midnight and both of us were night owls.
Her room didn’t usually go dark until around two no later than three in the morning.
Either she had something to do in the morning or she was ‘bout to head out.
It was too late for her to go anywhere so I was nipping that shit in the bud.
Pulling up, I hopped out with the keys to her place in tow.
I told partial truth to Scar when I said I made a copy of her house key.
I had every key she owned including ones to her cars.
There wasn’t shit in Akira’s life I didn’t have access to.
She was mine, so I was confused on why the hell I couldn’t have it.
Once I was at her backdoor, I entered like a thief in the night quickly disarming then arming the alarm for the night.
Yeah, a nigga had that too. Baby had one of them silent alarms where an intruder would never know what’s going on until it’s too late.
I laughed at shit like that simply ‘cause that wasn’t gon’ keep a nigga like me away.
The house was silent and smelled like pure cocoa butter. Most of the time I came to her shit just to smell it. Whenever I had a headache or was just needing some fuckin’ warmth from a human being for a change, I came and crashed at my lady shit. She gave me a peace of mind believe it or not.
I headed right to the linen closet by the guess bedroom and grabbed my covers.
I then went into the family room and propped my pillow up and turned on the tv.
I was obsessed with Annalise Keating and How to Get Away with Murder.
She held it down for them dumbass folk. I mean, if you gon’ kill a muthafucka be sure you know the ins and outs to getting off.
Akira’s room was on the other side of the house so she wouldn’t hear shit.
I truly ain’t give a fuck if she did or didn’t though.
Who was gon’ make me leave? I got so comfortable, I lowkey drifted off.
That was until I smelled some popcorn. I muted the volume and waited to see what she would do next.
The house grew to a silence as I waited patiently to continue relaxing. Once I felt like I was in the clear, I threw my head back on the pillow and unmuted the show. As soon as I thought shit was sweet, she popped the light on startling a nigga.
Looking up at her, she had a pistol in tow as she sipped on a glass of cognac. I could only help but wonder what the fuck was on her mind. She carried a wicked ass smile I couldn’t make out, either. The shit low key was making my dick hard from curiosity.
“You know, I thought bestie was blowing smoke when she said you be breaking in my shit, but dammit… I guess she wasn’t. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow yo’ muffin cap back,” she said pointing her Glock directly at me.
Smiling, I pulled the covers back and said, “Get in. I’ll give you all the reasons you need followed by good dick.” Nodding, she took another sip and shot at me hitting the lamp behind me. “Aye, what the fuck wrong with you girl?”
“Why the fuck are you in my house, Ashaun? I know that one night ain’t turned yo’ ass into a stalker.”
“Well, what it turn me into then, hmm? Since you got yo’ degree and you know every-fuckin-thing?” I asked officially sitting up.
“How you get in my house, Ashaun?” she inquired.
I grabbed my set of keys and held them up. “I used my key, duhhhh!”
“You can’t be fuckin’ serious right now.
What the hell is wrong with you fuckin’ Greeks?
I thought the Atkins were bad but goddammit.
Arion bullied my good sis’ into a marriage and now you stealing and shacking up in my shit like I’m yo’ bitch or something.
You and that mentally unstable nigga need to be locked the fuck up somewhere. ”
Standing, I took subtle steps closing the gap between us.
She stayed firm in keeping her gun aimed at me.
I didn’t know what was going on through baby head, but I wasn’t gon’ hurt her sexy ass.
The last time I was here, I went rummaging through her trash and found some interesting things. It was time to ask her ‘bout them.
“You are mine beautiful. And depending on how you answer this question determines how I’m ‘bout to turn this shit up. That pregnancy test you took the other day, what it say?” Her eyes grew big as saucers as she realized the cat was out the fuckin’ bag.
The pistol she thought scared me was gently being removed from her hands.
I was on her ass, and she knew it. “Where all that attitude at now? Huh?”
She snapped out of that shit quick and pushed me in the chest as hard as she could.
A nigga ain’t budge an inch. I wasn’t trying to fight with my woman, but if she was pregnant, everything shawty did on a regular scheduled program was changing, starting with that fuckin’ glass of cognac.
I smacked that shit dead out her hands without hesitation. She had me fucked up.
“Get the fuck out my house, Ashaun, before I call the police,” she threatened.
I fished my phone from my back pocket and dialed it for her. In my family, we ain’t make empty threats, so if she was as bad as she thought she was, I needed her to follow through with it, ‘cause I wasn’t going no-fuckin’-where.
“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”
“My lady wants me gone from the crib I have keys to, pay bills at, and mail at might I add. Where I’m going dispatch?” I asked. Akira ain’t know it, but I had all her cards removed and replaced with mine from night one. I was taking care of her without her even realizing it.
“Whom am I speaking with?” she countered.
“Ashaun Greek and my lady is Akira Baraz. I’m not leaving, dispatch, so do what you need to do.”
“Is the lady of the home around sir?” she inquired.
I pushed the phone toward her, and she grew nervous once more. “Answer the lady, girl.”
“Y-Yes, I’m around,” Akira finally responded. She was starting to show frustration and I ain’t give not one fuck. She wanted to play these games so let’s play goddamn it.
“Are you hurt or in any danger? Do we need to send a squad car to the home?”
“No, I’m good. I think it was a misunderstanding. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Akira hung up on that lady so fast I just knew they was sending one regardless to make sure she was cool. I ain’t mind though. I promise you I didn’t.
Chuckling, I backed away and took a seat on the sofa. I had her where I wanted her, and she ain’t even realize it. Getting comfortable, I said, “You fuck with the police, noted.”
Just like that, her attitude was back. She stormed toward me ready to tear me a new one, but the truth of the matter was, she threatened me with them, so she was gon’ use them to her advantage. I wasn’t fuckin’ with that.
“I’m not no police ass bitch. I only said it ‘cause you breaking in my shit is fuckin’ crazy. Why can’t yo’ goofy ass leave me the fuck alone? I don’t want you.”
“What that test say beloved?” I asked again.
She dropped her head as she twiddled her thumbs. I knew exactly what that muthafucka said. I ain’t have to see the results. I nutted in that wet pussy for hours on end, I knew.
I joked around a lot of the time ‘cause I had room to do so. However, when it came to the people I loved… I’d wipeout an entire bloodline for them.
“I don’t even know if it’s yours, Ashaun,” she lied.
“Yes, the fuck you do. I been coming in this muthafucka every night since I ran into yo’ ass at that restaurant.
Ain’t nobody slid through here not once.
Why you playing with me, GP?” Her brows dipped with confusion.
That GP threw her off but I ain’t mind explaining it.
“I liked when they called you Guava Princess. That shit low key hard,” I said smiling.
Rolling her eyes while she shook her head, she came and took a seat beside me. Her head fell to the back of the couch as she sighed deeply. All I needed her to do was answer with the truth and I’d take it from there.
“One time, we fucked one time, Ashaun. I’m confused on how this shit even happened. I’m not supposed to be pregnant right now or ever for that matter. I didn’t want kids,” she expressed.
“Correction GP, we fucked one night, not one time. We went round for round in The Elevator, left and went for some more. I nutted in that pussy each and every time like I was training for a marathon. Plus, I was doing what I was told. ‘Don’t pull out baby. This shit too good to pass on.’ Remember that? ” I taunted.
She hauled back and caved my chest in. I let her have that one. She was going through the motions and I ain’t want her to think I wasn’t here for her. To be honest, the baby she was carrying was the real reason I couldn’t leave her alone. That right there formed a different attachment.
“I’m the least bit of selfish so tell me what we doing, Ashaun. This baby wasn’t on my bingo card for the year, and I’m sure it wasn’t on yours, either.”
“You, the baby, having a family… none of it was on a nigga mindset at all. I thought I had time to clown Arion some more for his dumbass decisions, but I guess OG sitting me down, too. Look, I been after you since day one. It’s time for you to lock in, too.”
“I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to stay away from yo’ crazy ass. You were the first thought when those two lines appeared. I been stiff arming the fuck out of you just to end up with your child. This is some crazy ass shit, bro’.”
“Nah, it ain’t. That just mean I left a hell of an impression. We ain’t got to go through the motions like Arion and Clover. Just tell me you want me here for y’all, and I’ll take it from there.”
I ain’t know who told her wrong or hurt her before me. All I knew was I came with promises I could keep. If she said stay, her and my lil’ one was good. I meant that for a lifetime. I didn’t really have a purpose other than being my brother’s keeper, now I had a family to focus on.
“You can stay. I’m woman enough to admit this baby got me emotional as fuck and the most indecisive I’ve ever been.
I don’t hate niggas but you, yeah you was on my shit list. And now…
now I need you. I mean, I got the means to support this child by myself, but I’m not gon’ deprive them of a father. I’ll never be that woman.”
“If I stay, I’m not leaving, GP. Make sure this what the fuck you want.” I knew how I was coming, so I needed shawty to be firm in her decisions. Now wasn’t the time for all that wishy-washy bullshit.
In a swift motion, baby was straddling a nigga and caressing the side of my face.
I had to give it to her; she knew how to turn that hard shit on and off.
I ain’t know what to expect past this moment but I knew I liked both sides of baby.
When it came to her being her, I wasn’t trying to change shit.
“I’m always sure love. We doing it, just don’t get on my fuckin’ nerves and we good.”
Chuckling, I nodded and replied with, “Get on this dick and I’ll get off yo’ nerves. That’s the only deal I can make.”
I felt the warmth of her pussy through my shorts.
Akira had a gold mine between her legs, I couldn’t lie.
The way she could get me to do any and everything she wanted with that muthafucka was crazy.
Hell, that was why a nigga was in her shit like it was mine to begin with. That gushy shit had a spell on me.
She was already sporting a short, silk gown giving her the aesthetics a nigga loved.
The only thing she had to do was free the dick and we could proceed without caution.
She was already pregnant, so it wasn’t a damn thing to hold back on.
Fumbling with the string to my shorts, she finally had them loose enough to get what she sat on my lap for.
As she eased that wet shit down on my shaft, that lil’ gasp women did was heard. I had more dick than I bargained for, so I was filling baby up each and every time. Cracking a smile, I realized she was back where she swore she’d never be again.
“Too good to pass on, huh?”
“You goddamn right it is,” she commented before placing her mouth upon mine.
Her kisses were to die for. Them soft ass lips would make any nigga fold, then the way she sucked on my tongue drove a nigga damn near insane. I was down bad behind her mean ass, and she knew it. I got what I wanted though, and I refused to let it go.