Seeing her like that had me hard instantly. I reached in my sweats and pulled out a Magnum, sliding it on while she lifted her legs high into the air like she had been training for it. It always surprised me how flexible her sexy ass was. I stepped out of my sweats and shirt, and tossed them to the side before climbing back onto the bed.
When I pressed into her, she let out a deep moan that echoed off the bedroom walls. I wasn’t here to be gentle tonight. I had too much on my mind. Every bit of frustration, every ounce of pent-up stress I had been carrying lately, I pushed all of that into the moment. Shaniya clung to the sheets beneath her, her voice rising and falling while the bed creaked loudly against the floor.
By the time I was done, sweat covered my body and the room felt ten degrees hotter.
Shaniya collapsed back against the pillows, breathing hard. Before she could pull herself together, I was already getting dressed. I didn’t stay around after sex.
Never did.
Laying up with women after that kind of moment blurred lines. It made them start thinking the situation meant more than it did. Next thing you knew, they were imagining futures and relationships I never promised.
I pulled my shirt over my head when her soft voice stopped me.
“King… can we talk?” She uttered softly.
I paused.Here we go… I thought.
See, that was exactly the problem. Stay five minutes too long and suddenly the conversation turned into something deeper.
“What’s good, Niya?” I asked calmly.
She sat up slowly in bed, clutching the sheet around her body like it suddenly mattered.
“Well…” she hesitated, looking nervous. “I really like you, King. And I think I caught feelings. I just wanna know what it’s like to?—”
“Nah don’t do that.” I cut her off.
I kept my tone level. I never believed in tearing a woman down just because she got emotional. Shaniya was beautiful. She just didn’t move me like that.
She moved my body, yeah. I loved the way she felt, the way she handled me. But beyond that? There was nothing deeper.
The only woman who had ever gotten close enough to that conversation was Layloni.
She was the only one who made me pause long enough to even consider stepping into something real. For a moment, I had debated what it would look like to give her that space in my life. But I had been living this lifestyle too long. Too many women like Shaniya waiting on me. Too many options.
I rubbed the back of my neck before speaking.
“Look, Shaniya… you a beautiful woman,” I told her honestly. “But I ain’t opened up to you about my life. About who I am or what I deal with.”
Her eyes were already starting to shine.
“That should tell you something,” I continued. “It ain’t me you catching feelings for… it’s my dick.”
The words sounded harsh even to my own ears, but I wasn’t the type to lie just to keep someone comfortable. Every woman I dealt with knew the rules from the start.
I saw her eyes mist over, and I sighed quietly before turning toward the bathroom. That was my cue to leave. Women loved to get emotional when shit didn’t go their way.
They got caught up in the feeling of a moment, let good sex blur their judgment, and before long their minds started convincing them the situation was something it never was.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Layloni
Iblinked back the hot tears that fell down my face to clear up my vision, as I sat on the toilet and looked at the two lines that showed on the pregnancy test. I had about ten of them all over the bathroom counter and they all gave me the same result. I was indeed pregnant with King’s baby, and it explained why I kept throwing up and peeing every thirty minutes.
I was sure it was King’s baby because I hadn’t fucked any other man in the time frame that me and him was fucking. Every time I had sex with King, it was raw and uncut; he never pulled out. He made sure that every piece of his sperm was deep inside of me. I felt sick again; I wanted to throw up from just being overwhelmed. Here I was in a new house that was located in Gardena California. I had unpacking to do, and I needed to make it up to my shop today. Now, all I wanted to do was lie in bed and think about my current situation.
I didn’t know if I wanted to be happy or sad about it all. I really didn’t want no kids right now; I was an emotional wreck already. I felt like everyone was waiting on me to show face. Rellianah called every other day. I missed her dearly and wanted to come around her, but that meant King would be somewhere lurking around. It made sense; they killed the same and thatempty look on their faces when they took a life haunted me. They showed no emotion, not a care in the world to discard of a human by killing them. The way Rellianah taunted Glen before killing him sent chills down my spine. I felt like it would be rude to not talk to them because they saved me, especially Rellianah. She could’ve sat back and let King handle the whole situation. Instead, she stepped up and made sure I made it out safe.
