Good Things Don't Last

Chapter 1

Sebastian's POV

My last year of High School is in 3 weeks. Class of 2016 is calling my name. Speaking of my name, I'm Sebastian, but people know me as "King" because of my reputation, and I'm also the son of a Drug Dealer, Cameron Sanchez, or as people would call him, Pablo Jovie (Hoe-Vey). He was one of the biggest Drug Traffickers in Atlanta, Georgia. He died a few years back in a Home Invasion. Some niggas was tryna rob my pops, and I guess he wasn't going down without a fight. Haha. But seriously, that's what I was told. Since my mom was never around, My pop's amigo Johnny Black (I just call that nigga Black cause he bout 50 shades of it) been looking out for me. He gave me a spot off in Riverdale Estates, and since my pop made a will to Black before he died, I got access to his bank accounts, and ever since then I've been stacking paper and managing the accounts with my Right hand men, Rome and Mark. These niggas been here for me since my mom abandoned me at 5. I had been staying with Mark and Rome at their parent's house until I finally met my dad for the first time at 10 years old. Every since then, He's been taking care of me and showing me how to move that dope, if you know what I mean. Haha. I've been selling drugs since I was 11. I knew the whole drug game when I was 13. Just when I was 14, Black came to my school and told me that my father was murdered in a Home Invasion. Even though I was selling drugs, my pops kept me in school because he said I needed to become a legitimate businessman one day. I took that message and kept it in my head, so I stayed in school. I been on A B honor roll since the 3rd grade, so I always kept my head straight in the books as well. You gotta be smart to be a drug dealer, especially that damn math. But, Since the murder, Black has been looking out for me, even though he treats me like an adult, he still help out whenever I need it. Both of my parents are Puerto Rican, so that means I'm fully Puerto Rican, 6'1 with Black, and curly hair. I aint got no hoes, though. Haha, but all jokes aside, with all the pussy I've gotten so far, Nowadays, these thots just fuck with you just to fuck with you. and Honestly, I'm cool with it. I don't want a girlfriend, I just want Friends with Benefits, that's all. Tomorrow is my G-Day (birthday) So you know I'm finna turn up at my patna Rome house. Rome stays 45 minutes away from me, and he decided to throw me a birthday bash or whatever at his crib. So, shit I wasn't about to turn that down. Weed, drinks, and the females? You know I'm all in. Me and Mark pulled up in my Mercedes S500 (Oh yeah, I'm flexing like that) at the party an hour after it started. Normally, niggas supposed to be on time to their own event, but I'm just that nigga. Not even 5 mins later, I see hella people with their phones out waiting for me to enter the front door. "These niggas Snapchat everything.." I said to myself, as I was walking in.

"Aye, Happy G Day to my Nigga King! Make some fuckin' noise for my man one time!" Rome shouts on the Mic.
*Everyone claps and screams out "Happy Birthday"*

"Aw shit, A nigga feel honored!" I said walking up to Rome. No, but really I was feeling like a king. I felt like that nigga off Coming to America, him just waking up and bitches standing by his side, "The royal penis is clean, Your highness." Haha. All jokes aside tho, I felt good walking in and seeing nothing but Bad ass women standing at attention waiting for me.

"This one's for you, K. Turn up!" Rome shouted. The song "Walk Thru" by Rich Homie Quan played in the background as people started chanting and singing along the words.

I walked across the dancefloor, making my way to my little VIP section I like to call it, which was the dining room in Rome's crib. Now, don't let this nigga Rome fool you. Just cause Rome on my team selling drugs, don't mean it got him this damn house. With his parents already having money, this nigga got a $5.5 Million Dollar home in Buckhead. His parents helped him pay for the house, along with his grandparents investments as well. Which is why I don't understand why Rome sells drugs instead of getting a real job, but shit his parents cool with it. So let that nigga be.

Anyways, as I was sitting down in my section when I seen Mark come from downstairs with two fine ass Broads following him. As he makes his way over to where I'm at, he says "Aye bruh, Happy Birthday. Which one you want?"

"Shit, Can I have both?" I said.

"Nigga, this aint Burger King. Shit, I need one too Goddammit." Mark said.

"Alright man, damn. Lemme get brown skin honey over here." I said.

Now, Im not even gonna lie, Baby was all that. Brownskin, Long Malaysian weave that looks immaculate as fuck, Fun sized, fat ass, Light brown eyes, All in one. I picked the right one after all.

"What's good baby? Can I get your name?" I said.

"Chantel. You?" She said.

"King. Sebastian King." I said.

"Chantel, would it be wrong to say if I wanted you right now?" I said.

"That's not the right way to approach a woman, Mr. King." Chantel said.

"And that's not the right way to come down those stairs half naked like a stripper, now is it Ms. Chantel?" I said.

"Nigga, you don't know me! I just told your boy Mark I would do him a favor, and you judging me already!" Chantel said.

"It ain't even like that, I'm just tryna get to know you. That's all." I said.

"And by 'getting to know me' means getting in my pants when I just met you? Pathetic." Chantel said.

"Chill Ma. It's not that type of party."

"Whatever nigga." Chantel said.

"So If you came here to do a favor, what you down here on my lap for?" I said.

"That all depends on the type of favor you want. You lead the way, and I'll follow." Chantel said.

Not even five minutes, we're in one of Rome's bathrooms getting it in. Her body was placed against the bathroom counter, while taking every inch of me inside of her. With every inch she let out a louder Moan.

"Aaaaahhhh! Papi go slow!" Chantel shouted at me. Her pussy was so tight, It almost felt like my first time all over again. But you can tell she was a virgin. I can't believe she letting me be the first one to fuck, I barely know this girl. What I just realized was, Chantel is also a Hispanic. Calling me Papi like that, shit she better be. Now, don't look at me like that. All it was at first was Her giving me head, and it then it led to fucking. I wasn't gonna turn it down, shit it's my birthday.

"I thought you agreed to it wasn't gonna be that type of party?" I said while taking my member out.

"Shuuuutt... up.. aaaandd.. AHHHHHH that's the spot!" Chantel said.

I started to laugh, so I slowed my pace, and eventually stopped thrusting in her.

"Papi, Why did you stoooop?" Chantel said shouting at me.

"Remember, it's not that type of party. Hahaha" I said, laughing at her.

"It's not, but-"

In mid sentence, I immediately thrusted back in her harder than ever before. She let out a big scream before desperately moaning out loud. Then I started going back faster and faster until I reached my climax, and pulled out. We didn't have a condom, and my pull out game is strong as fuck. So I ain't have nothing to worry about. The sweat formed on both of our bodies, indicating that it was real hot and sticky. As I looked behind me, it was shattered glass on the floor from the Mirror that was hanging over the counter. I guess we fucked so hard, we didn't realize the mirror had even fell. I saw a towel, and cleaned myself up. I threw the hand towel at Chantel, motioning for her to clean up as well.

"So that's it Papi?" She said.

"Thanks for the quickie, Ma." I said, leaving her in the bathroom with her looking at me in disbelief. This bitch think I'm really Finna give her more? I just met your ass.