Friends With Benefits

CHAPTER FIVE- WHAT TO DO...

  Jaeson POV

"Chill out, Lena!" I said. She was kicking my ass in 2k. She's been doing a lot better, since she started staying here. My niggas been clowning me on some love type shit. Lena and I just friends, with a few benefits on the side. Don't get me wrong, I would fuck with her on that level though, but head from each other every now and then keeps us both sane.

She dribbled the ball down the court and just ran straight through my defense before she dunked on me. I threw the controller, and went in the kitchen. It's too early for this shit. Maybe I need some food to get back on my game. She giggled, paused the game, and followed me. "What you about to cook?" She asked holding in her laughs.

"Breakfast." I said In a dry tone. She laughing and shit like it's really funny. She shook her head and sat on the counter playing with the buttons on the refrigerator. I pulled down the pancake mix from the cabinet, eggs, veggies, sausage, and bacon out the fridge moving her to the side. After I pulled out my skillets and pans, I reached for my olive oil, and it wasn't there. What the..

I turned around to see Jalena holding the bottle. "Looking for this?" She asked with a small smirk. I chuckled. "Lena you play too much." I reached for the bottle and she poured it down her low-cut tank top. "Oops." She said smiling rubbing the oil in, like it's massage oil or some shit. My eyes locked on her titties that were now, shiny and her nipples were staring at me. "Lena get your crazy ass down, and quit wasting all my damn olive oil." I told her mixing the pancakes in a bowl.

She took her tank top off exposing her titties, playing with her nipples all in my face. "Come on, Jaeson. It's just a game." She said kissing my cheek and holding her to titty up to my mouth. I licked and slightly sucked on it, earning a moan from her. "Yeah, yeah. Go sit your greasy titty ass down. And take your meds." I smirked. She skipped back to the living room without her shirt.

God help me. I went back to cooking.

Ricky POV

I pulled up to my nigga, Kilo house, and knocked on the door. It took him a while to answer. I looked down at my watch at least twice before I heard a woman scream out. I almost turned around and walked off before he opened the door without a shirt on. "Oh shit, what's up with you, bwoy?" He asked slapping hands with me.

Kilo is orginally from Jamaica, but came to Cali with some bomb ass weed to make a bigger profit. His father grows his own shit in his big ass backyard. That's where our supply of weed comes from. We fuck with the Columbians on the Coke, and them Indians and them Pakistanian niggas for the Heroin. Only thing we don't serve around is pills. Honestly though with how it's looking, pills going on the menu next.

"Not shit, bro. I should ask you the same thing." I laughed as he let me in. He tossed me a blunt, and a lighter. "Light that up for me, and I'll be right back." He said jogging up the stairs, I hope this nigga put on a damn shirt. I lit the blunt and inhaled. I looked down at the couch and checked for any stains. I decided against it, and sat at the bar.

He came back downstairs, putting his dreads up with a muscle shirt. I took a long drag of the blunt and passed it. "So what's good with you, batty bwoy?" He said taking a pull off the blunt. I coughed a little and shook my head. "Told you about calling me that shit, nigga. The other niggas might not know what that mean, but I looked that shit up." I said cutting my eyes at him.

He shook his head and laughed. "Where Tiny  at?" He asked hitting the blunt again. I usually be with Tiny, and the kids when I come, became the kids like his indoor pool and hot-tub jacuzzi. I always try to bring Tiny too, so I can see her in that bikini she got. This nigga be swimming year round if he want to. He said he miss the beach too much not to have at least a pool in his house.

"Playing like she don't want a nigga. I can see it in her eyes she want me, bruh. She let me grab a hand full of that ass, and still didn't let me fuck." I said frustrated. Kilo shook his Head and chuckled. "The gyal finally got tired of your shit, bwoy. You can't expect her to keep coming back to the same pattern. If I had a gyal like Tiny, Id give her the world. Especially when she's taking care of two more kids you made while yall were together." He looked at me while he took a long drag of the blunt.

"She won't let me apologize anymore, so I don't know what she expects from me. I just want my family back, bruh. My real family not just bouncing from hoe to hoe, and co-parenting. I want to wake up next to her, and see my kids every day." I told him. "Bwoy, why you telling me? Tell her. If you really want the gyal, go for it, but don't break her heart for one of these hoes out here. I got one upstairs, and it only took me a few words to get her to open up." He said passing me the blunt and slapping my back.

"How Ima get her back if she not trying to fuck with me? And that's all it takes with hoes anyway." I asked hitting the blunt and scratching my head.  "She's married, bwoy. And do what you have to do. It never fails when you have to, bro." He told me before slapping hands with me. "But aye I gotta go. Gyal upstairs wants another round before she has to pick up her kids from school." He told me again. I shook my head and took his roach. 

"Alright, bruh." I said walking out to my Audi, and starting it up. I got to show Tiny I'm trying to make this right. If I can't have her, it damn sure won't be none of these niggas out here

Just a filler chapter.
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Kilo messy
Ricky really want Tiny back.
Jaeson and Lena cute.
Lena need to stay on her meds.