#SorryNotSorry

Chapter Five - October 2009

[Song Selection: Pretty Wings - Maxwell]

It's my eighteenth birthday and here I am stuck at this damn meeting my pops called at the last minute. Once again he pulled Sammy, Rico, Roman and I out of a normal teenage weekend. It's Saturday, we supposed to be turnt all day.

Wondering about Darren? Well, he decided to try to turn snake on my pops and run a job for Omari once he got out. The dudes he was with shot a cop and they all got locked up. Life with no possibility of parole. Damn shame. He had everything going for him. He was gon be in the NFL and I was his biggest fan. That was two years before, so ... fuck him right now.

"So since y'all lil nigglets been with us for almost five years nah, what's the road you wanna choose? Do y'all wanna stay with the music, or are y'all ready to be killas? " Ghost kicked off what I knew would be a lecture.

Roman and Sammy chose to be killas, Rico wanted to keep producing music. The boy has the golden thumb when it comes to making beats. Me ... I'm still undecided.

"Kai, what's it gonna be?" My dad looks me over.

"Why can't I do both? Ghost write and be a shoota? Or maybe I can head the business side of it all. The coins gotta stay straight, right?"

"If you wanna be boss lady and call the shots, then so be it. What's the last song you wrote though?"

"I just finished cowriting Trey Songz's latest album, Ready, I think I can take a small sabbatical from writing until I get my boss shit up."

"Is yo lil nigga gon be a distraction?" Rico asked looking disgusted. He never liked Cantrell since we been goin together freshman year. Come to think of it, Rico never liked any dude I came into contact with. He even fell out with Roman for a while when we tried goin out.

"He bet not be. I got two for that nigga dome. I'm waiting for him to fuck up like Omari did. See how he disappeared," my dad raised a cigar to his mouth.

"Are we done?" I sigh. They were really annoying when it came to my relationship. What's understood don't have to be explained.

"I gotta surprise for ya, gal!" My dad stood up letting his country slang push through.

I follow him to the parking garage of his three story house to see like four cars.

"Daddy I've seen all your cars already, what's new?"

He raised the garage door and a pretty emerald green Bentley sat there. "Here's your birthday present, Punkin Butt," he grinned. He only called me that to be annoying.

I couldn't hide my excitement if I tried. I jumped into his arms squeezing as hard as I could. "But wait ... there's more!" Sammy comes from behind us handing me a house key.

"What's this to?" I raised a brow.

"This house is yours. Enjoy," my dad walks away to his pearl white Escalade.

For the first time in forever my pops became a parent. He was there for me, but never did parent things. He was more like a bodyguard. I smiled as he drove off and Ghost drove off soon after.

"Ayy, party at Kai house! It's goin dahn!" Rico chuckled putting his arm around me. I checked out for a minute admiring my car and house. My childhood dream home belonged to me finally. This shit is unreal. I went from depending on a LoneStar EBT card to survive to having multiple zeros in my bank account.

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"Turn up tiiiiiiime!" Sammy yelled into my room as I got dressed. She convinced me to go to the club Ghost owned in the middle of Dallas. I was dressed in a strapless black bustier, black skinny jeans that hugged every curve, and some black Fendi pumps. I was definitely feeling myself.

We headed to the night club in the Bentley my dad bought me and cut the line so we can head to VIP. There was a gang of people tryna get in. Rico and Roman were there, but I was looking for my boo, Cantrell.

"Y'all seen Trell?" I asked.

"I'm right here, baby," he hugged me from behind planting a kiss to my right temple. "Happy birthday, baby girl."

I've been with Cantrell for about three years now and he never pressured sex or anything for that matter. When we first met, of course I was on some "no new friends" shit. Darren hooked us up and Trell even joined the organization after a while. Everything was cool. Rico, Roman and my pops just ain't like him.

We partied til about 3 in the morning and everybody wanted to crash at my place, so I obliged. I kicked off those heels so damn quick! My feet were on fire! I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and dropped from my club clothes to get in the shower. I decided to wash my hair too to get the smoke smell out.

I rinsed the Cantu shampoo from my hair and felt arms reach around me caressing my thighs. I smiled to myself and rinsed the remaining shampoo from my face to see Cantrell on his knees gripping my thighs staring up at me. The look of pure lust filled his eyes to the point I couldn't tell what was wetter: the shower or me.

He slowly lifted my left leg placing it over his shoulder. His eyes stayed locked to mine as he swirled his tongue on my pearl. I've never felt this way. Every thing he was doing made me want more. This was better than any weed I've ever smoked. Better than any high I've ever felt.

I moaned loud without a care in the world. I watched as the man that had my heart pleasured my body. My knees started shaking and my breath was uncontrolled. I screamed "Fuck!" to the top of my lungs releasing all my past hurt and frustrations.

Pleased with his work, he stood up and kissed me. This kiss wasn't just any kiss. It sent the deepest shiver down my spine elevating me into ecstacy. We did some freaky shit every now and again, but we never went this far. I was ready for real sex. With him.

Without words, I turned off the shower and held his hand leading him to the bed. I sat on the Cali King and he climbed on top of me kissing and sucking my neck. "How far you want me to go?" He asked in a voice more husky than normal.

"All the way, baby," I moan against his neck. I wanted everything he had to offer.

He sat up looking me in the eyes like he was searching for something. I'm not sure what it was, but he was pleased. He slowly slid a finger inside of me making me lose my breath. He quickened the pace and added a finger while thrusting his pelvis like he was giving me the D.

Two fingers in me while his erection slid up and down my clit! I couldn't take it at all! In my head I was talking all kinds of shit, but all my voice did was moan and scream. I was on the verge of having a second orgasm and he knew it ... so he stopped. Yeah the nigga stopped. Almost killed my spirit. I started to kick him in the chest. This moment made me go from beautiful to ratchet real quick. I was livid.

He smirked at my reaction and reached into his Jordan duffel bag to pull out an unopened box of Magnums. He pulled a condom out and rolled it on his hard member before climbing back in bed with me.

Our bodies intertwined in the regal purple satin sheets as he pushed himself into my wetness. The painful pleasure made my body feel euphoric. This officially became my drug of choice.

We kept at it until we both reached our peak together. Just then, the sun peeked through the clouds in the sky. We didn't care. Everything in that moment was perfect. I fell asleep with my perfection.

[A/N]: Was supposed to be posted like two days ago, but ... Yeah. Vote and shit. This is a light mood chapter.