Daddy's Dynasty

6.

Michael Stevenson.
I can't believe I got her. I actually got the little slut in bed so easily, that I can barely process what has even happened. If anything, it was way too easy for me.

I wasn't going to tell her nigga, Maurice, but instead have some fun with his girl. That was the best pussy I've gotten in my life! It's just a shame I got it from that spoiled little brat, Maleah. But her attitude isn't getting in the way of a good fuck, because I get what I want when I want it. And good old T-Raww junior will have her dick whipped by Friday.

So, just to keep things under control and to keep myself unsusceptible , I texted Maurice: 'She doesn't want me.' Which was entirely true, as she didn't want me, but instead, just gave into seduction and lust. There's a difference between wanting and desiring someone and giving in to someone.

"I can't believe you lied for me." I heard her whisper from behind me.

I turned around in an instant and mugged her. I hate when hoes do that shit. Creeping up behind you, reading your text messages and just being straight up rude and disrespectful.

"Don't read my texts over my shoulder ever again, my privacy is mine, and is not to be shared, so don't invade it again. And I didn't do it for you, I did it for me. Why the fuck would I lie for you? I protected myself from your nigga, so now I can get my dick wet whenever I want." I sharply replied.

"Who said your getting shit from me? I know about your little plan with Maurice about if I stay loyal or cheat! I should've have known you would've lied to gain something! Just know this was a one off, and it will never happen again!" She spat at me.

I just let out a fruitful laugh, and snickered. This girl really doesn't know who I am and how dirty I can get.

"Maleah, I own you. You just fucking cheated on your man, with me. If you don't do what the fuck I say, I will tell Maurice, along with the press. Now let me get a round two wit' you ass." I spat.

"Fuck you mean about telling Maurice and the press, it would destroy my career and yours too. You don't own me, I am my own person. Yes, I messed up but you can't blackmail me into having sex with you again! No! It is not right!" She argued.

"Maleah, I only have two rules in life. And my first one is get what you want when you want it. I don't care if I sacrifice your career, because I am America's most loved artist and they won't judge me. So I suggest you do the right thing, and save yourself from a lot of hate, because Maurice is already well known and loved." I persuaded.

"So if we have a sort of affair, you promise not to tell a soul?" She asked.

"I would be sworn to secrecy." I replied.

"Fine, I'll do it! Just along as we don't get caught or something bad happens." She replied.

"Come here then, I want my round two now!" I eagerly shouted.

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"Exited to get home?" I question pec Maleah, whilst pulling out a white bag of God- and by God I mean cocaine.

"I'm actually dreading it. Once we get back, all I'm going to get is grief from everyone I know. Grief from work, grief from Maurice, grief from you, grief from Ted fucking Brown. I just want to stay on holiday forever!" She stressed.