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It’s another smutty chapter.
“Quit touchin shit,” he mutters catching you as you try to masturbate. You thought he was sleep.
“Not when it’s mine to touch,” you counter, watching his back and waiting for him to show off. He doesn’t move as minutes pass. “Erik,” you whisper, “You’re not sleep. Why can’t you just let me borrow your tongue? You did it before.”
My... Vagina is thanking you but my psyche is crying.
They extra a hell😂😂😂
The niggatry, i live for it @whoramilaje @panthergoddessbast
Premise: What happens when Angel finds out about King Jade’s escapades outside The Kompound. Based off the following photos:
A/N: This story is 100% fictitious and the results of what happens when I’m allowed to write/post whatever I want without restrictions. It’s meant to be comical. Just gotta put that out there for anyone that stans any of the celebs mentioned.
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“Biiiiiiiiiiitch,” Angel’s thick Creole accent called through Charlie’s iPhone. She was between takes on her latest film and had just been given the juiciest tea that she’d ever heard. I’m talking boiling hot. And when she learned that it involved one of her sister wives, she had to FaceTime and get the firsthand account of the details.
“So you out here pegging actors?” The question caused Henny and Charlie to choke on their water.
“Excusez-moi?” Henny exclaimed as she tried to compose herself from the coughing fit.
“The fuck you talking about, Angel?” Erik’s deep voice could be heard from the other end of the phone. He’d decided to surprise both Hennessy and Charlie with a lunch date to their favorite ramen shop as a means of catching up with his two favorite doms and the news came as more than a shock to him.
“Ask Charlie,” she replied with a sly smirk. Charlie gulped hard as she realized that all eyes were on her.
“Okay chill, I’ll spill it. But Daka you can’t get mad because we were on a break,” she warned before regaling the tale.
“Aight so boom,” she started with a chuckle.
“The house was pitch black with red candles leading the way to the grand family room where the festivities would take place. They were smart, choosing to rent out a house in the Hills far enough away from civilization as to not raise suspicions. Each room was labeled with the type of activity that was taking place inside, a precaution so no one could say they didn’t know what they were getting into. Everyone’s face was covered with masquerade masks, a means of preserving identities. But being as cunning as I am, I knew roughly 85% of the crowd. I stood clad in a white bodysuit, my bountiful breastesses accented with sheer lace. Around my neck was the diamond choker Henny gifted me last Christmas along with the custom white fur jacket Bastion made for me. A matching white masquerade mask hid my face from the rest of the room as I ventured deeper into the space. Will’s voice could be heard over the sensual music that flowed from the hidden speakers.
“Release all of your inhibitions. Tonight you’re free to be whoever you want to be. Relax, have fun, and unleash your demons.” Riveting speech, Fresh Prince. I smiled as a young buff man made his way towards me. His chest was perfectly chiseled, not as nice as yours, Daka, but it worked for the moment.” Erik kissed his teeth in annoyance before leaning back in his chair.
“I really don’t wanna hear this shit,” he pouted.
“Shit, we do!” Angél and Henny called in unison. Charlie giggled before continuing.
“You looking for a party?” he asked once he was directly in front of me.
“Sweetheart, King Jade is the party. On your knees.” He dropped without question, looking up at me as if he knew I were a goddess on earth. He could tell.
“Worship me.”
“You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your eyes shine like diamonds in the night and your thighs look as though they hide the greatest treasure known to man.”
“Damn,” Henny interjected, looking pointedly at Erik. “How come you don’t compliment us like that?”
“Girl if you don’t shut yo ass up and eat them noodles,” Erik fussed. “You don’t be worried about compliments with my di—”
“Aight nigga damn. Nobody asked you all that. Continue Cha Cha.” Charlie slurped a noodle before looking down at her phone.
“Exactly how much did Jamie tell you so I know what holes to fill,” she said causing Hennessy to erupt in another fit of laughter.
“No pun intended!” Charlie laughed when she caught the joke.
“He said he walked in on you pegging Leo DiCaprio and Robert Ri’Chard And something about Beyoncé pegging Jay-Z.”
“Oh so you in other niggas booties now, Charlie?” Erik asked, crossing his arms over his chest with an attitude.
“First of all, lower your voice we’re in public. Second of all, mind your business. I told you we were on a break.” Angél kicked her feet and squealed in excitement as Charlie continued.
“To spare our husband the gory details, yes I pegged them both. Leo was a diva and kept trying to touch me, while Robert was the perfect sub. Yes Beyoncé pegged Jay and Diddy engaged in some “questionable” activities as well. But the true tea is what went on in Will and Jada’s room.” Hennessy ordered another round of margaritas for her and Charlie and another double Hennessy on the rocks for Erik before urging Charlie to continue.
“After I was done with my little Hollywood twinks, I began roaming the house to see what everyone else was up to. I walked until I stopped outside a large, red door. The sign outside only had a black X on it, so being the curious little nugget I am, I went in. I was immediately greeted with the sight of women on women and double penetrations galore.” Hennessy and Angel were on the edge of their seats.
“Who was in there, girl?” Henny coaxed.
“All I’ma say is, Angél, if you have a kissing scene with Jamie, don’t do it.”
“Wait bitch, what?!” Angél screamed, side eying her co-star.
“That man, along with a few others, takes and sucks more dick than any woman you’ve ever met, including us!”
“Who were the ‘few others’?” Angél asked as her eyes roamed the set.
“I couldn’t make out everyone, but I remember seeing Terrance Howard, Taye Diggs, and Wesley Snipes to name a few.”
Erik perked up at this.
“On yo mama?” Erik asked with a wide grin. “Wesley Snipes? Blade? Out here taking pipe?”
“On my mama. I seen it with my own eyes.” The quartet laughed loudly as Charlie continued the tale. Erik ended up finding humor in it all rather than being angry at the fact that she’d topped someone else.
“I still can’t believe you went King Jade on another nigga,” he fake pouted, showing off the slight patch in his beard.
“Not my fault I got bootyholes in different area codes.”
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July 7, 2010
Fresh off my last deployment as an active member of the US Army, I cruised through the streets of Cambridge. I was a thick built girl, hips and tittles galore, but that didn’t stop me from being one of the toughest women you could ever meet, or at least that’s what everyone told me. I remember my first conversation with my drill sergeant.
“You look like someone pissed in ya cereal and stole ya puppy, Washington. Why you always looking angry?” He raised his eyebrow and stared back at me as I gulped down half of gallon of water like I was dying of extreme thirst. I answered simply in the most country accent you’d ever hear.
“People don’t mess with you when you look like you’d murder their entire family…”
“I… you need some counseling Washington?” He blinked quickly, leaning closer to me.
“I’m sorry. Too morbid?” I grinned, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ve been in the military for 15 something years, and that is the most batshit crazy thing I have ever heard.” He shook his head and stood up straight.
“There’s a strong possibility that I could be crazy.” I giggled, standing from my seated position.
It seemed as if I was going in circles since I had been driving so long. I picked up my phone from the passenger seat and dialed the number I was given when I landed. It belonged to this girl named “Shy.” I was told she could help me find some quick work and get settled. This was my first time in Massachusetts and anywhere else on this side of the country without being confined to my uniform. The phone rang for a while and after the 3rd ring, someone answered.
“Hello?” A voice spoke from the end of the phone.
“Hey… Is this Shy?”
“Depends on who’s asking,” she asked, sounding slightly alarmed.
“Uh… My name is Aly'Sha. Rico gave me your number when I landed.”
“Aahhh… you must be the army girl looking for some quick cash until they send you that first check,” she giggled.
“I guess you could say that. They said it might take awhile but apartment buildings don’t exactly take smiles for payment.” I chuckled, turning the corner as the light turned green. I could hear her giggling through the phone.
“Oh, I wish they did. My rent would be paid for a whole year at this point.” She laughed causing me to join in.
“Hell yeah. So where would you like to meet up?” I asked, pulling over to keep from wasting gas.
“There is a Spanish Restaurant not to far from the campus we can meet there.” I heard shuffling in the background, sounding like she had just stood up.
“What’s the name?”
“It’s called Cuchi Cuchi. It’s more of a dinner spot so it’ll be opening at 5. I’ll meet you there are 4:45. That sounds good to you?” I nodded like she could see me as I typed the name of the restaurant into my GPS.
“Yeah that’s cool.”
“Perfect! I’ll see you soon.”
Present Day
“Aly’Sha!” a voiced yelled from the hallway. I lifted my head slowly, looking at the clock: 8:45am.
Who in God’s name is waking me up this early, knowing damn well I don’t do well in the morning?”
“What the fuck you want man?” I grumbled, burying my face back into my pillow. My pitbull Koda shifted beside me as my door flew open.
“First of all, who the fuck you yelling at, lil girl?” questioned the small, thick woman at my bedside. She always had a way of scolding me as if I broke something and lied about it.
“Sorry Mama, but you know I’m not a morning person,” I muttered, lifting my head to look up at her.
“Mmhm, getcho lazy ass up. You got clients,” she said with a thump to my forehead as she walked away. “Banging on my door like they the police or some shit. Odell put my damn apple juice down!” she screamed as she bolted down the hall as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.
After another five minutes of comfort, I pushed myself off the bed and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. The patter of Koda’s soft paws and the thud of the thick Cuban link chain around his neck followed as I made my way to the kitchen. I was greeted by the sight of Odell on the floor, curled into a ball holding his shins. Immediately knowing the culprit, I looked over at Shy.
“What? He had my apple juice and he knows tiny people don’t fight fair,” she stated with a shrug before grabbing the bottle of juice from the counter.
“So you kicked him in the shins?” I groaned, helping the big noodle headed beast off the floor.
“You damn right I did,” she nodded, walking out of the kitchen happily sipping the juice.”
“Come on Jr.,” I said, grabbing a bottle of gatorade from the fridge. We walked arm in arm to the gym where the rest of the athletes were waiting. After many uncounted hours, I emerged back to my office, resting my head on my desk. This was a daily thing when football wasn’t in season. Athletes fly all the way across the country just to train with me and working 60-80 hours can be tiring, especially for someone that doesn’t sleep as it is.
“Sha, Sha?” A deep groggy voice echoed throughout the empty gym.
“In my office, Daka.” I spoke up lifting my desk off of the desk. The thud of his boots echoed louder the closer he got to the entrance. He finally emerged, dressed in cargo pants and a tight-fitting shirt.
“How long you been out here?” he asked as he leaned against the doorframe.
“Since 9 this morning,” I groaned, covering my eyes with my arm.
“Babygirl it’s midnight, why you still out here?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Because I don’t have the energy to get up and go in the house,” I confessed with a shrug.
“You know, you a lil lazy muthafucka.” He walked over and stood me up out of my chair.
“You one to talk. You sent Killa to bring a bowl into the kitchen and when he was asleep you sent a roomba.” He lifted my body and tossed me over his shoulder with a laugh.
“I was hurt that one time.” He turned off all the lights as we walked out of the gym.
“You broke your ankle. You mean to tell me the mighty King Jaguar has weak ankles and beard game?” I pulled on his beard lightly as we walked the pathway back to the house.
Cutting his eyes to me, he growled. “Don’t make me put you down lil girl.”
“If you do, I ain’t moving. Imma be sleeping with the gravel tonight.” I smirked playfully making him laugh.
“Lazy!”
Lazy ass & keep ya friend out my damn juice!
I Sowwy! 😂😂
If Daddy shootin, I’m shootin..
July 7, 2010
Fresh off my last deployment as an active member of the US Army, I cruised through the streets of Cambridge. I was a thick built girl, hips and tittles galore, but that didn't stop me from being one of the toughest women you could ever meet, or at least that's what everyone told me. I remember my first conversation with my drill sergeant.
“You look like someone pissed in ya cereal and stole ya puppy, Washington. Why you always looking angry?” He raised his eyebrow and stared back at me as I gulped down half of gallon of water like I was dying of extreme thirst. I answered simply in the most country accent you'd ever hear.
“People don't mess with you when you look like you'd murder their entire family…”
“I… you need some counseling Washington?” He blinked quickly, leaning closer to me.
“I'm sorry. Too morbid?” I grinned, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ve been in the military for 15 something years, and that is the most batshit crazy thing I have ever heard.” He shook his head and stood up straight.
“There’s a strong possibility that I could be crazy.” I giggled, standing from my seated position.
It seemed as if I was going in circles since I had been driving so long. I picked up my phone from the passenger seat and dialed the number I was given when I landed. It belonged to this girl named “Shy.” I was told she could help me find some quick work and get settled. This was my first time in Massachusetts and anywhere else on this side of the country without being confined to my uniform. The phone rang for a while and after the 3rd ring, someone answered.
“Hello?” A voice spoke from the end of the phone.
“Hey… Is this Shy?”
“Depends on who’s asking,” she asked, sounding slightly alarmed.
“Uh… My name is Aly'Sha. Rico gave me your number when I landed.”
“Aahhh… you must be the army girl looking for some quick cash until they send you that first check,” she giggled.
“I guess you could say that. They said it might take awhile but apartment buildings don't exactly take smiles for payment.” I chuckled, turning the corner as the light turned green. I could hear her giggling through the phone.
“Oh, I wish they did. My rent would be paid for a whole year at this point.” She laughed causing me to join in.
“Hell yeah. So where would you like to meet up?” I asked, pulling over to keep from wasting gas.
“There is a Spanish Restaurant not to far from the campus we can meet there.” I heard shuffling in the background, sounding like she had just stood up.
“What's the name?”
“It's called Cuchi Cuchi. It’s more of a dinner spot so it'll be opening at 5. I'll meet you there are 4:45. That sounds good to you?” I nodded like she could see me as I typed the name of the restaurant into my GPS.
“Yeah that’s cool.”
“Perfect! I’ll see you soon.”
Present Day
“Aly’Sha!” a voiced yelled from the hallway. I lifted my head slowly, looking at the clock: 8:45am.
Who in God’s name is waking me up this early, knowing damn well I don’t do well in the morning?”
“What the fuck you want man?” I grumbled, burying my face back into my pillow. My pitbull Koda shifted beside me as my door flew open.
“First of all, who the fuck you yelling at, lil girl?” questioned the small, thick woman at my bedside. She always had a way of scolding me as if I broke something and lied about it.
“Sorry Mama, but you know I’m not a morning person,” I muttered, lifting my head to look up at her.
“Mmhm, getcho lazy ass up. You got clients,” she said with a thump to my forehead as she walked away. “Banging on my door like they the police or some shit. Odell put my damn apple juice down!” she screamed as she bolted down the hall as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.
After another five minutes of comfort, I pushed myself off the bed and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. The patter of Koda’s soft paws and the thud of the thick Cuban link chain around his neck followed as I made my way to the kitchen. I was greeted by the sight of Odell on the floor, curled into a ball holding his shins. Immediately knowing the culprit, I looked over at Shy.
“What? He had my apple juice and he knows tiny people don’t fight fair,” she stated with a shrug before grabbing the bottle of juice from the counter.
“So you kicked him in the shins?” I groaned, helping the big noodle headed beast off the floor.
“You damn right I did,” she nodded, walking out of the kitchen happily sipping the juice.”
“Come on Jr.,” I said, grabbing a bottle of gatorade from the fridge. We walked arm in arm to the gym where the rest of the athletes were waiting. After many uncounted hours, I emerged back to my office, resting my head on my desk. This was a daily thing when football wasn’t in season. Athletes fly all the way across the country just to train with me and working 60-80 hours can be tiring, especially for someone that doesn’t sleep as it is.
“Sha, Sha?” A deep groggy voice echoed throughout the empty gym.
“In my office, Daka.” I spoke up lifting my desk off of the desk. The thud of his boots echoed louder the closer he got to the entrance. He finally emerged, dressed in cargo pants and a tight-fitting shirt.
“How long you been out here?” he asked as he leaned against the doorframe.
“Since 9 this morning,” I groaned, covering my eyes with my arm.
“Babygirl it’s midnight, why you still out here?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Because I don’t have the energy to get up and go in the house,” I confessed with a shrug.
“You know, you a lil lazy muthafucka.” He walked over and stood me up out of my chair.
“You one to talk. You sent Killa to bring a bowl into the kitchen and when he was asleep you sent a roomba.” He lifted my body and tossed me over his shoulder with a laugh.
“I was hurt that one time.” He turned off all the lights as we walked out of the gym.
“You broke your ankle. You mean to tell me the mighty King Jaguar has weak ankles and beard game?” I pulled on his beard lightly as we walked the pathway back to the house.
Cutting his eyes to me, he growled. “Don’t make me put you down lil girl.”
“If you do, I ain’t moving. Imma be sleeping with the gravel tonight.” I smirked playfully making him laugh.
“Lazy!”
Charlie meets the wives. Part of the origin.
“Come with me to Cali. Visit the mansion one time and if you don’t like it, I’ll bring you right back.” It was the third time Erik had asked and every time, a wave of stress would wash over me. If I was a mistress, then let me be a sinner in peace. Hide me in the shadows, don’t parade me through your wives’ domain.
“Wow, you are really pushing this wife thing. What’s wrong with us dating?” Loading the table with our dinner, I set out crab legs, shrimp, cheddar biscuits, and a small salad. To me, dating is preferable. Fall out of love? Just leave. Partner cheat? Walk away. Something doesn’t work out for you? Leave. Why anyone would willingly tie themselves to another person with paperwork was beyond me. “Erik, the concept of marriage is archaic. I mean, why would you even marry six people in the first place when you could’ve just dated them? I don’t get it.” I turn and flinch inwardly because he’s directly and unexpectedly in my face. Everything is quiet and it’s like the world stops as his burning stare eats through me.
“You wanna know why got married, Charlie? Why I did it six times?” The intensity behind his eyes makes me nervous, like I might have actually offended him. “I married six women who I can’t and refuse to live without. I’ve pledged my life and my muthafuckin soul to these women. I am their provider, protector, and biggest supporter. If I die, everything I have will go to them.”
I gulp and he still doesn’t blink. “What do you get, Charlie? You don’t get shit but this dick and that’s when I have the free time to spare. You don’t get my benefits when we’re just dating and trust me, you want them. Being married can increase your wealth 16% in a year. 500% when you’re married to me.”
“It could also shorten my lifespan and increase my already high stress levels as an American black woman. Do you care?”
“You wanna live forever or you want this money?”
“Think about what you just asked me and tell me if that’s a question worth answering.” He knew that was a dumb question.
“You making this more complicated than it has to be. Just meet my family. You my therapist ain’t you? They deserve to meet you.”
“Do they wanna meet me?”
“I talk about you all the time. They know you’re coming eventually. Besides, they know I be confiding in you, they just don’t know I tell you everything.. so tread slow with that when you get.”
“Confidentially is key with me.” I take my cloth napkin and shake it out dramatically, folding it in my lap. Ugh. I can feel a headache coming. Rubbing my temples, I close my eyes to think and reflect. This entire relationship is a ‘fuck you’ to the Code of Ethics and I’m still talking about confidentially. He’s like an addiction and I can’t decide whether or not it’s healthy for me. I look up and I can see him staring, the request still burning. His eyes are pleading.
“FINE! Fine, I’ll go.”
“That’s all I wanted,” he grins grabbing the crab legs. It’s like his energy has shifted into something lighthearted and joyful. I can’t even feel bitter or annoyed because he’s smiling and that look that he has is something contagious.
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He was proud of his jet. It was a beautiful jet! Luxurious, big, clean.. The perfect place for me to join the mile-high club. I cemented my membership three times before the plane landed. The ride cross country was much shorter than it would’ve been had we flown commercial. After landing, we took a car and rolled up to a gate which led to a mega-property. A mansion. From the parking garage, there was an elevator and the doors opened into a scene rivaling the most beautiful timeshare. “Whoa,” was all I could muster. There was a large living room.
“HENNESSY! ALY'SHA! RYLEY! ANGEL! HOMIE! KIMORA! GET Y'ALL ASSES IN HERE,” he yells, his bracelet picking up the sound like a transmitter. Within minutes, six women appear, stopping short to stare. The tiny light bright looks like she wants to snap my neck. Angele has an expression that reads standoffish in the most aggressive way. The last one looks me up and down like I’m intruding. I could kill Erik. It looks like they’re caught off guard. He grabs my hand tugging me forward and then rests his large arm around my waist causing eyebrows to raise.
“This is Charlie,” he says firmly. Thankfully realization strikes and their faces relax. The third one waved a dismissive hand, releasing a small relieved sigh and the small first spoke up.
“Okay, so you’re Charlie. We were expecting you. N'Jadaka doesn’t shut up about his beloved therapist. No offense.”
“Be nice, Henny,” Erik raises a brow.
“So you’re trying to marry into our family,” Angele stares, holding a hand up to Erik to keep him from interjecting. Her diamond ring is blinding as she angles it forward purposely. “What exactly do you know about us, Miss Jade?”
A lot. I’m starting to piece together who is who based on the personalities. They’re just as Erik described.
“Erik’s said nothing but good things about you all. I hope he’s offered me that same kindness.”
“Mmmm. Well, Erik doesn’t have the final say over whether you join this house or otherwise,” Kimora says stepping up and snapping her fingers. She circles me before stopping in front and looking back to the others. “She’s cute, I guess.”
“Either way, anyone wanting into Daddy’s heart or into this family gotta get through us,” Ryley shrugs. Erik bends down to whisper in my ear and I turn nervously to grab his arm before he can walk away.
“Just be yourself,” he smiles squeezing my chin before eyeing everyone in the room. “Have fun!” With a chuckle, he disappears down a hall and I’m left with six women who surround me.
“So, Charlie..” Hennessy smiles, “You like animals? We got tigers if you wanna see them.”
“As long as you don’t sick them on me just to get get rid of me? Hell yeah,” I snort following them outside into the yard where there is an enclosure. “I’ve always loved cats of every size. Two of my best friends are cats. One, a black housecat and two, a gentle tiger. We have an understanding.” Their tigers are beautiful and resting like lazy overgrown kittens. There’s a snow white one that steals my heart, but it also has claws that could take my life. “..I’m serious y'all.. Just ask if you want me to leave…,” I smile nervously and Aly'sha chuckles.
“That one’s mine. Completely harmless.”
“Oh okay,” I breathe. The group starts to chuckle and soon everyone’s laughing.
“You’re really nervous,” Angele smiles.
“Tryna make a good impression,” I admit.
“Relax. We already like you,” Homie deadpans. It’s the first time she’s spoken to me.
Welcome. Welcome! Frost is just a big ass cuddly beast. Who just so happens to have the stare of death. 🤷🏽♀️ My lil baby.
Frost is a precious beautiful baby!
My lil floof ball.
Charlie meets the wives. Part of the origin.
“Come with me to Cali. Visit the mansion one time and if you don’t like it, I’ll bring you right back.” It was the third time Erik had asked and every time, a wave of stress would wash over me. If I was a mistress, then let me be a sinner in peace. Hide me in the shadows, don’t parade me through your wives’ domain.
“Wow, you are really pushing this wife thing. What’s wrong with us dating?” Loading the table with our dinner, I set out crab legs, shrimp, cheddar biscuits, and a small salad. To me, dating is preferable. Fall out of love? Just leave. Partner cheat? Walk away. Something doesn’t work out for you? Leave. Why anyone would willingly tie themselves to another person with paperwork was beyond me. “Erik, the concept of marriage is archaic. I mean, why would you even marry six people in the first place when you could’ve just dated them? I don’t get it.” I turn and flinch inwardly because he’s directly and unexpectedly in my face. Everything is quiet and it’s like the world stops as his burning stare eats through me.
“You wanna know why got married, Charlie? Why I did it six times?” The intensity behind his eyes makes me nervous, like I might have actually offended him. “I married six women who I can’t and refuse to live without. I’ve pledged my life and my muthafuckin soul to these women. I am their provider, protector, and biggest supporter. If I die, everything I have will go to them.”
I gulp and he still doesn’t blink. “What do you get, Charlie? You don’t get shit but this dick and that’s when I have the free time to spare. You don’t get my benefits when we’re just dating and trust me, you want them. Being married can increase your wealth 16% in a year. 500% when you’re married to me.”
“It could also shorten my lifespan and increase my already high stress levels as an American black woman. Do you care?”
“You wanna live forever or you want this money?”
“Think about what you just asked me and tell me if that’s a question worth answering.” He knew that was a dumb question.
“You making this more complicated than it has to be. Just meet my family. You my therapist ain’t you? They deserve to meet you.”
“Do they wanna meet me?”
“I talk about you all the time. They know you’re coming eventually. Besides, they know I be confiding in you, they just don’t know I tell you everything.. so tread slow with that when you get.”
“Confidentially is key with me.” I take my cloth napkin and shake it out dramatically, folding it in my lap. Ugh. I can feel a headache coming. Rubbing my temples, I close my eyes to think and reflect. This entire relationship is a ‘fuck you’ to the Code of Ethics and I’m still talking about confidentially. He’s like an addiction and I can’t decide whether or not it’s healthy for me. I look up and I can see him staring, the request still burning. His eyes are pleading.
“FINE! Fine, I’ll go.”
“That’s all I wanted,” he grins grabbing the crab legs. It’s like his energy has shifted into something lighthearted and joyful. I can’t even feel bitter or annoyed because he’s smiling and that look that he has is something contagious.
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He was proud of his jet. It was a beautiful jet! Luxurious, big, clean.. The perfect place for me to join the mile-high club. I cemented my membership three times before the plane landed. The ride cross country was much shorter than it would’ve been had we flown commercial. After landing, we took a car and rolled up to a gate which led to a mega-property. A mansion. From the parking garage, there was an elevator and the doors opened into a scene rivaling the most beautiful timeshare. “Whoa,” was all I could muster. There was a large living room.
“HENNESSY! ALY'SHA! RYLEY! ANGEL! HOMIE! KIMORA! GET Y'ALL ASSES IN HERE,” he yells, his bracelet picking up the sound like a transmitter. Within minutes, six women appear, stopping short to stare. The tiny light bright looks like she wants to snap my neck. Angele has an expression that reads standoffish in the most aggressive way. The last one looks me up and down like I’m intruding. I could kill Erik. It looks like they’re caught off guard. He grabs my hand tugging me forward and then rests his large arm around my waist causing eyebrows to raise.
“This is Charlie,” he says firmly. Thankfully realization strikes and their faces relax. The third one waved a dismissive hand, releasing a small relieved sigh and the small first spoke up.
“Okay, so you’re Charlie. We were expecting you. N'Jadaka doesn’t shut up about his beloved therapist. No offense.”
“Be nice, Henny,” Erik raises a brow.
“So you’re trying to marry into our family,” Angele stares, holding a hand up to Erik to keep him from interjecting. Her diamond ring is blinding as she angles it forward purposely. “What exactly do you know about us, Miss Jade?”
A lot. I’m starting to piece together who is who based on the personalities. They’re just as Erik described.
“Erik’s said nothing but good things about you all. I hope he’s offered me that same kindness.”
“Mmmm. Well, Erik doesn’t have the final say over whether you join this house or otherwise,” Kimora says stepping up and snapping her fingers. She circles me before stopping in front and looking back to the others. “She’s cute, I guess.”
“Either way, anyone wanting into Daddy’s heart or into this family gotta get through us,” Ryley shrugs. Erik bends down to whisper in my ear and I turn nervously to grab his arm before he can walk away.
“Just be yourself,” he smiles squeezing my chin before eyeing everyone in the room. “Have fun!” With a chuckle, he disappears down a hall and I’m left with six women who surround me.
“So, Charlie..” Hennessy smiles, “You like animals? We got tigers if you wanna see them.”
“As long as you don’t sick them on me just to get get rid of me? Hell yeah,” I snort following them outside into the yard where there is an enclosure. “I’ve always loved cats of every size. Two of my best friends are cats. One, a black housecat and two, a gentle tiger. We have an understanding.” Their tigers are beautiful and resting like lazy overgrown kittens. There’s a snow white one that steals my heart, but it also has claws that could take my life. “..I’m serious y'all.. Just ask if you want me to leave…,” I smile nervously and Aly'sha chuckles.
“That one’s mine. Completely harmless.”
“Oh okay,” I breathe. The group starts to chuckle and soon everyone’s laughing.
“You’re really nervous,” Angele smiles.
“Tryna make a good impression,” I admit.
“Relax. We already like you,” Homie deadpans. It’s the first time she’s spoken to me.
Welcome. Welcome! Frost is just a big ass cuddly beast. Who just so happens to have the stare of death. 🤷🏽♀️ My lil baby.
Daddy’s AlyKat 🐆
i just copied @lovemecharlie tbh cause this is funnn
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honorable mentioned side piece:
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Accurate!!!!!
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