Word around town and from the magazines and little shit I had been seeing on the Shade Room from Instagram was that Quan and his baby mama were back together. If that was true then that bitch was even dumber than I thought. Her baby daddy was a fuckin hoe and I already knew that he wasn’t going to be faithful to her, no matter how good the pussy was. Hell, I already knew he was fuckin a few of my home girls, too, because word travels around here in Miami. A bitch I follow on Instagram literally just posted a picture of Quan in her bed last night and I didn’t feel no type of way about it because I already knew how Quan got down. I just felt like Charlie was going to fuck around and get embarrassed and she was going to write her ass a check that she couldn’t cash fuckin around with him. I honestly wouldn’t feel sorry for the bitch either because she’d known that man long enough to know that he wouldn’t commit.
Like I mentioned before, I don’t even want to be exclusive with Quan, I just want a baby out of his ass so that me and my seed could be straight for life. That’s right, I wanted a check out of that ass.
I had been trying to get Quan over here since they last time because my plan had fallen apart right before my eyes. Lately, I had been fuckin around with Tracy but that nigga’s money wasn’t long enough. I mean, yeah, he had enough coins for me to get my nails and shit done but shit, I needed money that was going to fuckin fly me out. Take me somewhere like Dubai or some shit. See, Quan was capable of doing all of that, which is why my plan had to work this damn time. I’ll admit, my ass fucked around and let Tracy run up in me raw, knowing I’m not on no type of birth control. If I wanted my plan to work, I couldn’t be making reckless ass decisions like that.
Right now, I was sitting inside my house, waiting for Quan to text me back. I had sent him five messages straight and he had yet to read one of them and respond. Finally, a message came through and it was Quan letting me know that he would be round this way later on. I already knew it was going to be sometime after midnight because it was already a little bit after 11 o’clock right now.
I jumped up from off the couch and made a dash for the bathroom. I took a long ass shower, shaving every part of my body, getting out damn near 30 minutes later. After I finished, I dried off with the towel and oiled my body with Johnson & Johnson baby oil. When I finished, I slipped on my all-black negligee from Victoria’s Secret, along with my all-black, 6-inch pumps. I pulled my 350 dollar bundles up into a neat ponytail and made my way into the kitchen. I went and warmed up some spaghetti from last night while I took out two glasses. I poured water in mine and cranberry juice in Quan’s, slipping some ecstasy in of his. I got a straw from the holder and twirled it around in the cup so that it could dissolve into the drink.
Literally after I finished setting both of our plates on the table, there was a knock at the door. I damn near ran to the door and then peeked out to see who it was. Of course, it was none other than my future baby daddy standing there, looking good enough to eat. I opened the door for him and his eyes were bloodshot red from being so damn high. As soon as he stepped foot inside of my house, he smelled like a damn pound.
I wrapped my arms around him and he lifted me up, placing both hand on the bottom of my ass. I wanted to lean in and kiss him but I knew he would most likely drop my ass and then dip. Quan didn’t play when it came down to that kissing shit. He closed the door behind him with his foot and carried me into the kitchen. He placed me back on my feet and smiled.
“Damn, thank you for cooking because a nigga is definitely hungry,” he said, rubbing his stomach for emphasis.
I smirked and sat in front of my plate and then he went to sit in front of his. “Switch plates with me, Chantel, and drink some of my juice first. No disrespect but I didn’t see when you fixed this shit,” Quan said, instantly pissing me off but I couldn’t show him that he had just struck a nerve because then I would come off as suspicious.
“I can’t believe you really would think I would poison you,” I said, faking hurt.
“No hard feelings, baby girl,” he said and watched as I switched the plates and then drank a little bit of his juice after I put a straw in it. Content with what happened, he smiled and dug in. See, the ecstasy wouldn’t really have an effect on me because I popped those shits religiously. The only thing it was going to do was make me hornier. Now Quan on the other hand, that shit was going to slowly creep up on him and I was going to slide up and down on his raw dick and pray to God that he blessed me with twins. I swear I wanted to catch the damn Holy Ghost when I saw him bring the glass to his lips and kill the whole thing.
“See, if you come over more often, you can have a home cooked meal every night. I bet your baby mama don’t cook for you,” I said, raising an eyebrow. I wanted to see if he would confirm them being a couple like the tabloids had been saying.
“Naw, because my baby mama bust her ass at work damn near every day. While you home chilling, she still at her store right now working her ass off,” he said, throwing shade but I didn’t even respond because in the end, I was going to get the last laugh.
I started back eating my food and that’s when I noticed Quan constantly wiping beads of sweat off his forehead with his napkin. Sign number one. I smirked and continued to watch him sweat from the corner of my eye.
“Chantel, what you got the air on, girl? It’s hot as hell in here,” he said and I stood up and acted like I was about to check the air. I came back two minutes later and he was sitting there in a trance. “You’ll get me some water or something? I’m feeling thirsty as hell all of a sudden.”
Sign number two. I went into the refrigerator and got him a bottle of water and then handed it to him. I noticed that as he tried to open it, his hands got a little shaky, so I opened it for him and placed it to his lips while he drank it.
“Shit, I’m dizzy as hell. Help me go and sit on the couch,” he said.
Finally, the last step. I pulled him up and help him into the couch. I pushed him down and watched as he threw his head back lazily. I undid his Timberland boots and took them off along with his socks. I stood up and undid the belt buckle to his jeans and slid them down, with his boxers. His dick was on soft but that monster was still resting on his thigh. I got on my knees and sucked him to life and he let out a deep moan. When he was nice and hard, I stripped down from my negligee and climbed on top of him. I sat down in his lap, placing the head of his dick towards my opening and sliding all the way down.
“Chantel, what the fuck you doing, girl?” Quan slurred.
“Relax, daddy, let me make you feel good,” I said, sucking on his neck and then kissing his lips. His lips were so soft that I wanted to just suck on them and never let them go. I placed my hands on either side of the couch and rode him
nice and slow. It felt so good to feel his bare dick going inside of me without a rubber. The thought of having a baby by him had my juices coating his dick. I continued to ride him nice and slow and a few minutes later, I felt him warm sperm filling me up and I came right after, with a satisfied grin plastered on my face. I made sure to rub the head of his dick all around my walls so I could get every drop. Quan was knocked out and by the morning, all he would remember is us having sex and him being too high to remember to put on a condom.
I stood up and slipped my negligee back on and went into the kitchen to get my phone. I sat on his lap and took a few selfies of us with him knocked out and DM’d those to the Shade Room, captioning it “Put his ass to sleep. Hashtag, Charlie who?” I laughed because there was nothing else I needed from him. Hell, I was fertile than a motherfucka so I already knew that I was pregnant, now the world just had to know. Regardless, Quan had no choice but to take care of our baby because if not, I would gladly take his ass to court for my coins.
I left him there on the couch as I went back into the kitchen and took the ecstasy out of the cabinet and went into the hallway so that I could flush it down the toilet, just in case he woke up and couldn’t remember being so high that he slid up in me raw. I didn’t need him looking around for shit and finding it because I knew without a doubt that he would indeed kill my ass.
I left the bathroom and went inside of my room and got inside the bed. Today marked a brand new day for me and in about nine months, I would be bringing a newborn baby into this world by a rich ass rapper, which will have my baby and me set for life. Life couldn’t get any better at this point. Poor little Charlie when she heard about this news in the morning because the Shade Room was going to have a field day with this story. Just as quick as their bullshit ass relationship started, it ended. I swear she’d be a dumb bitch to keep him after the public embarrassment she was bout to feel in a few more hours. There was no need for her and me to be beefing. We actually needed to get acquainted because sooner or later, her precious little daughter was going to have a new sister or brother. I reached over and cut my phone off because I knew that in a few minutes, it was going to be blowing up with notifications from Instagram. Right now, I wanted to enjoy this calm before the storm because I knew that as soon as Quan woke up in the morning and saw his phone, all hell was going to break lose in this bitch.
Chapter 14: Quan
I woke up looking around me, trying to remember where the fuck I was. I scanned the room and that’s when I realized that I was sitting up on the couch at Chantel’s house. What I was trying to figure out was what time it was and why the fuck I was sitting there with my pants down to my ankles and my dick out like I was at home or some shit. I had a banging ass headache and for some reason, I felt weak. I honestly couldn’t remember shit that happened last night after I ate that damn spaghetti. All type of shit was running through my mind right now because I was out of touch with my memory and for some strange reason, something just felt like it was a little bit off to me. I put my limp dick back inside of my boxers and pulled them up, along with my jeans that I was wearing.
I stood up and walked inside the kitchen, in search of a water or some shit. After taking the water, I walked around the back to Chantel’s room and I found her sitting up on her bed with her phone glued to her hands, smiling from ear to ear. I cleared my throat and she quickly looked up at me and put her phone down on the bed. She jumped up and made her way over to me with that same goofy look on her face.
“Good morning, baby daddy, how are you feeling? You put in major work last night,” she said, looking at me with a smirk etched on her face.
“Fuck you mean, baby daddy? And what you talking about I put in work last night?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest and spreading both my legs apart. Standing with my legs apart was a slight habit I had whenever I was confused about some shit and obviously, right now, I was confused than a mothafucka.
“We made love last night, baby, and there’s a strong possibility that I might be with child,” Chantel said, putting her hands on her flat stomach.