California Love

Chapter Twelve

|Kristyana's POV|
I laid on the couch, watching The Bernie Mac show, alone. Nobody was home. Everybody was at work and Mason was at practice. I hate being alone in this big ass house. I got a phone call from Chris.

"Hello?"

"Babygirl, where you been? Me and Royalty miss you. When you coming to see me?" I smiled. He knows just how to put me in a good mood.

"I'll come see you later on today. Around 12 or so," I twirled my hair like a dork.

"Alright," I knew he was smiling by the way he answered me.

"I'll see you later babe." I hung up and thought about the last time I was over his house. I spent the night and was sore the next morning. I had lied to Mason the day after because I had been "accused of cheating on him." I hate lying to him but I know how sensitive my baby gets about subject like cheating. I heard the door open and didn't budge.

"Hey sissy," I turned my head and saw Makayla.

"Hey love. You bring me food," I asked as I got up off the couch.

"Yeah, Wendy's." I paused the T.V. and went into the kitchen.

"So what happened last night," she asked while eating.

"Nigga stay pissing me off is what happened. He always saying something to set me off and make me want to beat his ass," we laughed. I swallowed and got to talking about Courtney.

"And Courtney man. I bout snatched the fuck outta her. She kept touching on him, like um, he's taken baby and has been for a while now," she laughed. I heard a knock on the door but didn't move until Makayla nudged me. I got off the couch and slowly walked to the door, only because I don't want anymore visitors.

"Aw fuck no," I shouted once I saw a burnt ass nigga with nappy hair.

"CJ, you got 12 seconds to get off my fucking doorstep."

"Man bitch Ian here for you," he pushed past me. I gave Makayla a look and glared at him.

"Where Mason at," he asked looking around.

"Obviously not here dumb bitch," I spat at him.

"Man bitch shut the fuck up bitch, get out my business and go comb your hair," he yelled. I looked around. Had this nigga lost his mind on his way here?

"And who do you think you're talking to? 'Cause it ain't me, fasho. Bitch, I pay these damn bills, I pay this damn mortgage. And trust and believe hun, you DO NOT want to start talking about hair. Your hair just as dry and crunchy as a dried up sponge. Yo hair been nappy since 8th grade nigga, fuck outta here. Speaking of combs, when the hell was the last time you could even get one through that meadow of naps? Boy. Try a-motherfuckin-gain, you burnt, black, Bernie Mac lookin ass fucktard," I rolled my eyes. Makayla grabbed me and pulled me over to the side. Mason came in a yes seconds after. He dapped up CJ.

"Wassup man," he smiled.

"Mason, you better getcha bitch before I cut this bitch in his fucking face," I stepped closer and threw out my arms.

"Man you got one more time to call me a bitch, I'll drop you hoe," he scrunched up his face.

"I'll stop calling you a bitch when you stop dropping the soap," Makayla laughed.

"CJ, I'll hit you up later man," they dapped each other up. As he walked out the door, he left my door open.

"You left my door open you burnt out lightbulb lookin ass bastard," I slammed the door.

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|Mason's POV|

I called Courtney and asked her to come over. She pulled up in a Honda Accord. I greeted her outside and lead her inside the house.

"Sorry about the mess, CJ came over earlier and babe flipped out," I kicked stuff under couches and tables.

"It's okay," she laughed, "I gotta see him soon." We sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V.

"So I wanted to talk about the kiss. It was outta nowhere--" I was rudely interrupted by her lips. Her lips locked with mine. And I mean damn, her kisses have me feeling some type of way. Our lips locked and she did not want to let go. She climbed on top of me and straddled me. Damn, I know I shouldn't be letting her do this. I stood up with her wrapped around my body. I carried her up the stairs and laid her on my bed. We stripped down. I planted kisses on her body and caressed her skin. I put my length inside of her and churned up her insides. She started to moan and whine so I knew I was in deep enough.

|Kristyana's POV|

I stopped by Chris's for a brief moment.

"Hey baby," he grabbed my waist.

"Hi Chris," he kissed my cheek as I hugged him.

"I gotta get going because the girls are in the truck. I'll probably be back a little later though," I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"I'll see you later," he hugged me back. I hopped back in the truck and took the girls back to my house. We walked in the house, but didn't hear anything.

"Hello? Mason, baby, I'm home," I shouted and still got no answer. I checked all the rooms and didn't find him. I heard moaning so I dropped my stuff in Rhyen's room and went to mine.

"You lowdown dirty fuckhole."