Thug Matrimony (11 page)

“So is my culo. I can no longer fit into any of my pants or jeans. Oooh!” She felt another flutter. “She is going to be an active little thing.”

“Her mama is an active little thing.”

“And? What are you trying to say?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” Kaylin said with sincerity.

“You have a unique way of showing it.”

“I know, baby, and I’m sorry. But you know I love you, right? Regardless of how stupid I’ve been acting, right?” He was kissing and sucking on her breasts.

“Kaylin, don’t make me answer that right now. But I will say
that I’m tired of this emotional roller coaster you’ve got me riding on. How long do you expect me to keep riding?”

He held her tight. “I’m sorry, baby. Can I come over tonight?”

“It’s your house. Do whatever you want.”

“I want to have a nice quiet romantic dinner where me and you can talk.”

“Dinner? You cooking?”

“I want you to cook.”

“Is that right?” She giggled. “Why can’t you cook?”

“If I cook, you gotta give a nigga some pussy.”

“Oh, do I? And if I cook, what do you have to give me?”

“Some dick.” He squeezed her nipple.

“What if I don’t want any dick?”

“Oh, you want some. You’re my wife and I know my wife.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. You know I do. And right now you want me to kiss you.” He grabbed her neck, pulled her close, and they kissed like they were long lost lovers. The way she was moaning and rubbing on his ears, he knew what she needed and wanted. He lifted her up and placed her on the conference table, propping one foot on the table, the other leg over his shoulder, before sitting back down. He ripped her thong in half.

“Kaylin,” she squealed. But threw her head back when he inserted two fingers inside her pussy. When she felt his tongue up against her clit, she let out a moan, arched her back, and grabbed his head. “Oh, Kaylin,” she moaned. “Hell yeah. Sss-r-right there.” She rode his face as if it was her last ride. “Sssss, right there … baby. Oh, shit … right there.” She felt his tongue snake in and out of her pussy before sliding back over her tongue. She now had his head and neck in a choke hold as her stomach did flips, her legs trembled, and the orgasm came on. “Oh, f-fuck,” she screeched. “Ssson of a bitch,” she yelled.

Kaylin had come up for air and had both of her legs spreadeagle, was massaging her ass and watching her pussy jump and her clit throb and beat. “What a beautiful sight,” he whispered,
then dove back into the pussy, putting down some more of his lethal-ass head game.

Courtney Moran was at the door getting ready to knock when Angel screamed out in ecstasy, “Suck this shit, Kaylin!” Courtney’s face turned red as she made a U-turn and headed back to Kym Ohm’s office. “Oh, shit!” Angel screamed again as the second orgasmic wave swept her over.

“Still think I don’t know what my wife needs?” Kaylin teased, while standing up. He pulled out his long thick dick. “This is what yo’ ass needs right now.” He rubbed the head of his dick up and down her pussy, getting the head nice and wet before rubbing it up against her throbbing button.

“Kaylin … wait,” she panted as she bit down on her bottom lip. Her pussy was extrasensitive and she needed a breather. “Sweet Jesus.” He was rubbing faster against her clit and just before she was ready to bust another nut, he stopped. She opened her eyes, looked at him as if to say,
Nigga, if you don’t stop playing!
When he put his dick back in his sweats she whined, “Kaylin.”

“Now you see how it feels. It’s a fucked-up feelin’, ain’t it? To get that close and can’t get your shit off.”

He pulled her up and began kissing her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and slid her hand into his sweats and pulled his pipe back out. She began stroking it. Lips pressed to his ears she whispered, “I know what my husband likes and wants and needs.”

“Aww, don’t even try it. You not gonna catch me slipping again.”

“I got what you like. I definitely got what you want, Daddy,” she said as she squeezed him harder.

“Do you?” He was now kissing her neck. “What does Daddy like? What does Daddy want? What does Daddy need?”

“You want me to stop?” She squeezed a little harder and massaged a little faster. “Answer me, Daddy.”

“Shit!” Kaylin grunted.

“I want Daddy to put this rock-hard dick into this moist, tight,
steamy, hot, pregnant pussy. We’re waiting, Daddy,” she whispered, then sucked on Kaylin’s sweet lips. They both was now ready to fuck each other’s brain out. “Fuck me Daddy.” She was playing with the precum that was oozing out the head of his dick.

He grabbed his dick, looked down at her pussy, and gently laid her back. He spread her legs wide.

“Mr. Santos,” Bobbi came over the loudspeaker. “Phillip Johnson and two police officers are here to see Miss Angel.”

They looked at each other and wanted to scream.

“Fuck!” Kaylin couldn’t believe his luck. His dick was harder than Chinese arithmetic.

Angel banged her head on the table several times. “Phillip muthafuckin’ Johnson. That creep!”

K
aylin grabbed both of Angel’s hand and pulled her up. He gave her a quick kiss on those soft and beautiful lips. “I love you, girl.”

“Are we going to talk tonight?” She gazed at him as he helped her off the conference table.

He nodded yeah. “You want me to go feel this nigga out first while you go freshen up or what?”

“I’d appreciate it.”

“Aiight, then, go to your office and let me see what these fuckin’ clowns are talking about. Niggas just rained on my damn parade.” He went to a stash spot behind a picture frame to retrieve some heat, not giving a fuck that “New York’s finest” were out there. Hell, he was licensed to carry as well. Plus, they could have been fake cops for all he knew. He dropped the burner down in his pants pocket, then slapped Angel on the ass. “Go ahead, wait for me in your office.” He picked up the phone and dialed.

“Law offices of Murray and Stacy Richman. How may I help you?”

“This is Kaylin Santos of Game Over Records. I need to speak to Murray or Stacy.”

“Neither one of them is in the office right now.”

“Well, I need you to get in touch with one of them and let
them know that I have Phillip Johnson and two police officers in the waiting room of my place of business, asking to speak to my wife. I’m getting ready to go see what they want, but y’all muthafuckas need to be on standby. Make sure that they get that message. I didn’t get your name.”

“Meg,” the receptionist replied.

“Aiight, Meg. Handle that for me.” Kaylin hung up and headed for the front reception area.

When Kaylin arrived up front, Phillip was standing there trying to flirt with Bobbi, the receptionist. He was flanked by two of New York’s finest, in full uniform. To Kaylin, Phillip looked like an older version of Mario Winans. He was the same complexion and he was shaved clean, including his eyebrows.

His tailor-made suit hung gracefully off his medium frame and his Stacy Adams shoes were shined to a gloss. The only jewelry he sported was a wedding band and a diamond cross in his left ear. In Kaylin’s eyes, he looked nothing like the grimey reputation he wore.

“I’m Kaylin Santos. What can I do for you?”

“Hey, hey. I’m Phillip Johnson.” He rushed over to Kaylin, extending his hand for a shake.

Kaylin gave him a pound, nodded toward the policemen, and asked, “What’s up?”

“Just a little added security. I didn’t know until the last minute that I was coming to a real place of business. Man, you doin’ big things.” He flashed a row of perfectly white teeth. “I didn’t know you was rolling like this. A tenth floor office and looking like this? Player, you got some big people taking notice, and I just added myself to that list.”

“Yeah, so what is this visit pertaining to?” Kaylin was still pissed. He was finally getting ready to get some pussy, to be interrupted by this nigga, rolling with a couple of pigs.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding pertaining to one of my artists, Lily Penzera, also known as Lil’E. I just wanted to pull your coattail personally, and nip any potential problems in
the bud. You see, she is under contract with Tyrant Music Limited and now she says that she has signed on with you guys.”

“You did right by requesting to see my wife. She is the one handling Lil’E. She’s the one you need to be talking to.”

“No disrespect but since you’re here, I may as well talk to you, man to man, label owner to label owner.”

Kaylin smirked. “Man, it ain’t me that you should be trying to brownnose. It’s my wife, Angel, you should be worried about. She’s also a label owner and our attorney. Bobbi, ask Mrs. Santos if she’s available to see Phillip Johnson now.”

“Aiight, man,” Phillip conceded. “We can do this your way.”

Kaylin looked over at the policemen. “Can I get you guys anything?”

“No, no. We’re fine,” the spokesman of the two said.

“What about you, Mr. Johnson?”

“Call me Phillip. And no, I’m fine.”

“Miss Angel said come on back, Mr. Santos.”

“You guys make yourselves comfortable. If you need anything, Bobbi here will get it for you.” Kaylin wanted to make it clear that only Phillip was going to see Angel.

The officers looked at Phillip, who adjusted his silk tie and assured them, “I’ll be back. This won’t take long.”

“Cool,” Kaylin said. “Follow me.”

When they arrived in Angel’s office she came from behind her massive desk to greet Phillip Johnson. “I’m Angel Santos.” She shook his hand.

“Damn! And I’m Phillip Johnson. Shit, you sexy as a muthfucka.” He looked her up and down.
Oh, this is going to be a piece of cake.
He turned to Kaylin. “Shit, Kaylin, that’s wifey, you did that.”

“Yeah, man, I get that a lot. Thank you, but you can stop being disrespectful in my house.”

“No disrespect, no disrespect.”

“Man, don’t be fooled by that creature of beauty,” he warned him.

Angel motioned for Phillip to sit in one of the chairs in front of her desk. Kaylin sat down on the love seat in the back. He wanted to watch his baby do her thing. He wasn’t the only one watching her. Phillip’s eyes were glued to her ass.

Angel sat down, took a sip of her pineapple smoothie. “What can I do for you, Mr. Johnson?”

“Phillip. Call me Phillip.” His eyes were soaking in her breasts. “My artist, Lily Penzera, Lil’E,
seems
to think that she has signed a contract with you guys.”

“Well, it
seems
she did.”

Phillip let out a chuckle and got comfortable in his seat. “Well, that’s all good. But she obviously left out a very small detail that she failed to share with you.”

“And what would that be?”

“She’s already under contract with Tyrant Music Limited. A very extended one at that.” He watched closely for Angel’s reaction.

“Phillip, I think she obviously left out a very small detail that she failed to share with you.”

“And what could that possibly be?”

“That she was a minor when she signed your bull-shit ass contract.”

“Damn.”
Kaylin leaned over, scooting to the edge of the seat. Once he heard her cuss, he knew it was only a matter of a few more choice words and she’d be ready to fight.

Phillip was now adjusting his tie, as if it was choking him. And Angel was now watching for his reaction with a smug look on her face.

“I don’t know where you got your information from or what all she told you, but that’s not correct.”

“Why isn’t it? Have you looked at her original birth certificate, like I did? What? She showed you that fake-ass ID and you thought it was all good. You need to be careful of who you sign to your label and especially careful of where you stick your dick. Miss Penzera’s contract with your company is null and void.
Now, if there isn’t anything else, I have to get back to work. Baby, can you show Mr. Johnson out?”

Kaylin stood up.

Phillip turned to Kaylin. “Yo, man. You need to let her know that—”

“Hold up, my man. Don’t tell me what the fuck I need to let my wife know. She’s right there. If you got sumthin to say to her, say it. There she is.”

“Naw, man. I’m saying—”

“You’re saying what, Mr. Johnson?” Angel challenged.

“All right, fuck it. I came in here acting civilized, figuring we could handle this the easy way. But it’s obvious y’all muthafuckas don’t know who the fuck I am. I suggest y’all look me up and get back at me.” He stood up.

“And I suggest you look us up. Because you obviously don’t know who the fuck we are.” She pointed at Kaylin. “That’s Kaylin Santos. Ain’t you street? You should know the streets, Mr. Big Time. And I’m Angel Santos. That bitch your mama told you to stay the fuck away from. ‘Cause I’m not intimidated by you. And I suggest you drop this shit. Because if anything happens to Lily, anybody she knows, anybody we know, or anyone affiliated with our business, your pedophile ass is grass. Just tell me how you want it. You want to push up daisies or you’d rather take it up the ass?”

“Is that a threat?” He grinned.

“Shit, take it how you wanna take it. But, nigga, you must have forgot that you’re married. Does
wifey
know about this little underage white girl carrying your baby? You ready to shell out about five g’s a month in child support? Or are you ready to do time for statutory rape? I’ll take your ass all the way down, if you even think about violating our empire in any way. Baby, can you show Mr. Johnson out please?” She turned her back toward them and picked up the phone.

A
ngel was on the phone with Jaz, Kyra, and Tasha, something they hadn’t done in a while. Tasha had initiated the conference call because she missed her girls something awful. They had been on the phone for the last thirty minutes.

“Tasha, me, and Faheem will be up to the hospital this weekend. I have to admit that you are so strong, I mean pregnant and all. Girl, you are such an inspiration to me.” Jaz was choking up as everyone agreed with her.

“Angel, what are you doing?” Kyra asked her cousin. “I hear lots of banging and shit.”