In Love with a Dope Boy 2

Chapter 5

~Jayden~

"I know you like nasty," I remember Tonya moaning, slurpin' on my dick.

"You want this kitty, daddy?" If Yonna ever found out how smashed I got after I closed the club early last week, she would probably kill me.

I'm not suppose to be drinking since we're trying to make a kid, and the wait is almost too long to find out if she's pregnant or not. All we can do is keep trying.

Aubry slid out of my car, giving me an innocent peck on my cheek, then ran into her apartment complex on the other side of her gate.

All I could do was rub my lips, hard, knowing what was about to happen when I got to my house. As expected, Tonya's Benz sat in my visitor's space, all gleaming in the street light from where I had it detailed earlier today.

She wasn't posted on the side of it, so I knew she was already standing beside my door, waiting for me to come up.

Ayeonna had been at home for the last week, saying we needed room to breathe.

Whatever the fuck that means. She and I usually spend the weekend together, but she wanted to clear the next three since twelve of her girls were due around that time. She say she was tired of jumping up in the middle of the night, leaving me, so it would be best that way.

But after that, we were going to take a trip to go on vacation. Anything to get away from this bullshit.

"Hey baby," Tonya smiled, wearing an overcoat and spiked heels.

"Don't fucking talk to me," I gritted. "Let's get this over with." I pushed my key into the door and blew out a hard stream of breath.

All she wanted to do was suck me off until she told me where my baby was. That's all I wanted to know.

Yea, I talked to my lawers, and they told me nothing I had against her would hold up in court, and they couldn't get a warrent to even prove she had aborted, miscarried, or gave away my child.

She was a sneaky son of a bitch. Just suckin' my dick wouldn't get me in trouble, would it?

~Ayeonna~

I called Jayden nine times within the last five minutes, shivering my ass off in the pouring rain.

My alarm was on the fritz again, and wouldn't let me into my car. My phone was going dead when the fucking operator's at my car lot put me on hold to send someone out to bring me a spare key.

The last time I heard Jayden's phone ring, my phone beeped once, then shut off completely.

"Fuck my life," I gritted.

"Need some help," a sweet baritone asked behind me. A white lab coat wrapped around mine, with an umbrella hung over my head.

"It's my alarm," I tried to smile into his baby blue's. "It won't open for me. I don't know why it does this."

"Have you called your car lot?"

"Of course I did. They had me on hold," I whined. "My phone's dead, there's nobody that can help me right now..."

"I beg to differ," he smiled back, almost shutting off my frustration.