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Brick
“A’yo Kiana, Chill. Chill man.” Flex screamed as his girlfriend Kiana of three years, threw Zab Judah type blows in his side chick, Charmaine’s face. Usually it turned me off when women were in the streets behaving like kids. But this fight was justified.
I watched the whole thing from the parking lot in my brand-new wine-colored Porsche Panamera. As I watched Kiana in her 5½-inch heels moving with the grace of a Gazelle and the savagery of a lioness, all I could do was smile.
Watching her demolish them told me one thing. That it was officially over between Kiana and Flex. Kiana wasn’t the type of woman to fight over a man or fight in public. Her fighting them was her way of proving to them that she was done with them.
The way she was whooping Charmaine’s ass should have been illegal. Some bystanders pulled out their phones to record the brutal attack. Some stood around and gawked. But no one standing around attempted to stop her.
The way she was throwing blows, I could tell no one wanted to be on the other end of her fist. Even a cop stood behind the wall too afraid to move.
“Punk ass cop.” I said to myself and laughed. He looked as if he were too afraid to approach. So, he didn’t. With my illegally tinted window cracked half way, I listened to their whole argument.
“Kiana, I’m sorry. It was an accident.” Charmaine screamed as she tried to block the brutal blows that Kiana was throwing her way.
“Kiana. Chill.” Flex screamed. But he didn’t make any moves to get his ol’lady off his side chick. Just like the scary ass cop, Flex stood to the side and did nothing.
“Get this bitch off me Flex. Get this crazy bitch off me!!” Charmaine screamed as she tried to get away from the hands Kiana was blessing her with.
It was obvious that Kiana was a woman scorned. Because she was relentless in her attack. She refused to allow the woman that wronged her, her best friend, to get away with the blatant disrespect.
“Nah, bitch. You deserve this ass whooping.” Kiana said as she grabbed Charmaine by her ponytail and reign blows all over her face.
I could see the hurt, betrayal, and heartbreak all over Kiana’s face while she fought her best friend. I could see the tears form in her eyes as she fought the woman that she knew her whole life. The woman that had been like a sister to her.
Hair grabbing, punches, kicks, and jabs. Kiana fought Charmaine like they were strangers in the street. The love they used to have for each other was now gone.
“Man, Kiana get off her. You’re going to kill her. She ain’t worth it Bae. Let her go.” Flex screamed as he tried to pull Kiana off his baby mama.
Without missing a beat, she spun around on her tall heels and caught Flex so hard in the jaw, that I heard when it dislocated.
“Goddamn.” I said when I heard the loud cracking noise. It traveled from across the street causing me to jump. Kiana was a beast.
She turned back to Charmaine and started hitting her some more. Flex laid on the ground rolling around whining and screaming. This nigga was really laying on the ground crying like a bitch. Charmaine was getting her ass handed to her, but she didn’t let a tear fall.
“I loved your scandalous ass like a sister. My mother raised you like you were her daughter. When Aunt Vicky dipped on your ass you slept in my bed every night, and this is how you’re gonna do me. You got me babysitting a kid that you had for my nigga. Fuck you Charmaine. You trick ass bitch. I fucking hate you.” Kiana said as she raised her Louboutin covered foot and kicked Charmaine directly in the face.
“Damn. This chick is ruthless.” I said to myself as I watched her walk off leaving her ex-man and ex-best friend leaking on the sidewalk. The cop that was peeking around the corner, got in his squad car and drove off like he hadn’t just witnessed an in-progress assault and battery.
With her back straight and her head held high. Kiana walked off as if she hadn’t just beat the breaks off two people. She walked with a model’s strut in her red bottoms as if she didn’t have a care in the world. It was obvious that she commanded respect as she glided down the sidewalk like she was on a runway.
It wasn’t until she was far away from Flex and Charmaine that she leaned against a wall and burst into tears. She wasn’t the type of woman that would let the people that wronged her know that they had broken her heart. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. I loved that about her.
Putting my car in drive. I went after her. There was no way that I was going to let Kiana Bradshaw get away from me.
“Damn Kiana you’s a bad bitch.” I said to myself as I drove trying to catch up to her. Watching her walk, my dick began to swell in my boxer briefs. Her thick ass and wide hips were on full display in the beige form fitting knee length dress she wore.
Kiana was flawless. Her short pixie haircut was perfect. Even after fighting two people, not a strand of her hair was out of place. By looking at her now, a person that hadn’t witnessed her fighting two people would’ve never known she had done just that.
Pulling up beside her I stopped so I could get her attention.
“A’yo Kiana. Are you ok?” I asked slowing down beside her to get her attention.
“Beat it bruh.” She said without even looking my way. She continued to walk. Even in her emotional state, she was still the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen.
“Kiana, it’s me. It’s Brick. Are you ok Ma?” I asked. At the mention of my name she stopped walking.
“Brick, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you.” She said as she wiped her eyes.
“Yo, you good? Where’s your truck? Do you need a ride somewhere?” I asked throwing multiple questions at her.
“My truck is home. Do you think you could drop me off on Lexington Blvd. I know that’s out of your way. But, I got you on gas. I could really use a ride home.” She said. She looked everywhere except my eyes as she tried to conceal the tears that rolled down her face.
My heart damn near stopped when she asked for a ride. Just holding this simple conversation had me ready to walk her down the aisle. A nigga like me wasn’t short on women. I had at least four different women for everyday of the week.
But Kiana wasn’t like any of those nothing ass females on my roster. She wasn’t a sack chaser looking for a hand out or a come up. She wasn’t impressed that I was driving a $108,000.00 car like most women were. She was a go getter. Something I wasn’t used to in my line of work. That fact made me want her even more.
The first time I laid eyes on Kiana at an all-white day party, wearing a white Herve Leger bandage dress and a pair of gold Giuseppe Zanotti 6-inch heels. I knew I had to have her.
She stood no taller than 5’3”, a major contrast to my 6’2” stature. Kiana Bradshaw was a brick house. Her breast were average. No larger than a B cup. But her hips and ass were out of this world. She never wore revealing clothes, except a little cleavage here and there.
Calling Kiana, a dime would be disrespectful because she was worth so much more than that. The moment I saw her conduct business in a room full of boss niggas, I knew she was destined to be my wife.
“I got you on the ride, and I’m good on the gas money. Get in.” I said as I got out of my car and opened the passenger door for her.
“Thanks Brick.” She said as she slid next to me and got into the car. My heart beat sped up as if it were about to jump out of my chest. Getting back in the car I made an illegal U-turn and headed in the direction of her home.
“I was going to call an Uber or get on the city bus. I just needed to clear my head and blow off some steam before I made that call.” She said as she stared at the black widow tattoo on her left hand.
“I gotta admit Kiana. Today was full of surprises. I was riding down the street when I saw you kick your sister in the face and walk off. At first, I thought I was seeing things. I was like ‘That can’t be Kiana fighting her own sister.’ Then I pulled up and saw that it was you. I always thought y’all were inseparable. Is everything ok?” I asked as I glanced at her.
Instead of answering. She continued to stare at her hands. Looking at her, I could see the tears begin to fall again. As soon as she wiped them away, the faster they fell.
“What’s going on Ms. Bradshaw?” I asked as I reached over to lightly wipe her tears away. Hoping the gesture would make her open up to me.
“Charmaine is not my sister. People that don’t really know us thought we were blood related, but we’re not. We were best friends. But that changed today. Now she ain’t shit to me.” She said.
Even though I knew Kiana didn’t have any sisters. She didn’t know that I knew that.
“Damn all this time, I thought y’all were sisters.” I lied.
“My whole life it’s been me and Charmaine. Our mothers were best friends. They even got pregnant at the same time. Charmaine and I are exactly four weeks apart.
When her mom got involved with the wrong man and became strung out, my mother took custody of her. My mom didn’t want her best friends only daughter to be put into the system. When I was a kid, I didn’t know that being strung out was a bad thing.
All I knew was my best friend would be living with me because her mother was ‘strung out’ and I was so excited about it. I remember telling my mom that I was glad that Aunt Vicky was strung out because it meant Charmaine would be living with us.
The look on my mother’s face was classic. I’ll never forget it. She was mortified. That was the day I found out that what my five-year-old mind thought was a good thing, wasn’t.
I never thought Charmaine and I would end up here. I would’ve expected to be crossed by a stranger, but never my best friend. For the past year, I’ve been babysitting and helping her take care and raise her son.
I was Auntie. When Charmaine told me she was pregnant, she was so upset. She told me she wanted to get an abortion because she didn’t know who the baby’s father was. But, I found out that that was a lie.
The whole time I was taking care of Jayden. I’ve been taking care of my boyfriend’s son. The pain of that knowledge was equivalent to death. I don’t care about losing Flex.
But losing Charmaine and Jayden is a void that I don’t know how to fill. I won’t be ok for a while behind this betrayal.” Kiana said as she put her face in her hands and began to cry.
“Is she crying because of that nigga?” I thought to myself as anger and jealousy began to build in my chest. I wanted Kiana since the first day I met her and the thought of her being upset over another man, a lame nigga at that, made me want to put her ass out of my car.
“Yo, are you crying over that nigga?” I asked heated. Even though I had no right to be.
“Am I crying over Flex? No. Flex and I aren’t even cut from the same cloth. He was just easy on the eyes.” She said.
“Oh yeah. Then why are you crying? And how’d you meet that lame ass nigga anyway.” I asked still slightly irritated that she could be lying about crying for another man.
“Jealous much? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were feeling me Mr. Brick.” She smirked.
I sucked my teeth and didn’t say a word.
“Anyway, Flex was my brother’s best friend when they were kids. I hadn’t seen him in about twenty years. But a few years ago, I was working at a casino and I ran into him.” She admitted.
“I didn’t know you had a brother.” I said honestly. I had an extensive background check done on Kiana and a brother never came up.
“I don’t have one anymore. When I was five, my older brother Kennedy was hit by a car. He was only ten-years-old, and someone hit him and left him dead in the street.” She said.
The admission that her brother died when she was five made me feel like shit. I felt like a jealous boyfriend because I had no right to question her, but the thought of her lying to me had me feeling things that I couldn’t explain.
“My bad Ki...”
“It’s ok. No apologies needed. The week before my brother died, Charmaine came to live with us. When I was growing up, I believed that Charmaine moving in was God’s way of making sure I wouldn’t be lonely. Because he knew how close Kennedy and I were. Now that this happened. I don’t have my brother, I no longer have Charmaine. I’m all alone.” She said.
“I gotta have her.” I thought to myself as I listened to her speak. As many women as I had access too, there were times that I felt alone. I knew that the women that occupied my life were only there for the money. If I ever needed them for something serious, I knew for a fact that they wouldn’t have my back.
“Instead of going home. Why don’t you come home with me? I’ll cook us some dinner and make some drinks. It’s pointless to go to the house that you share with the nigga that played you.” I said while looking at her from the corner of my eye, while she looked at me from the corner of hers.
“Brick, please don’t come at me like I’m some goofy ass bitch. I think with my head, not my heart, and definitely not with my pussy. We may not know each other that well on a personal level, but we know each other’s pedigree.
I’ve heard how you sow your wild oats all over the city. So please don’t try me like I’m a groupie or like I’m anything less than thorough.
Just drop me off to the condo so I can get my car and all my personal items. I bought a home in Whispering Meadows and had it fully renovated a couple of years ago. I never told anyone about it except my mom, and now you. I’ll be staying there.” She said as she stared daggers at me.
I smirked because I knew she would respond that way. My name rang loudly in the city. My track record wasn’t perfect with women. I knew the right way to treat a woman, I just never had to treat any of the women that flocked to me like anything special.
Without saying a word, I pulled my 9mm from my right hip. At the sight of a gun, she reached in her purse to grab her own.
“I’m handing you my gun. Not pulling it on you.” I said as I handed my gun to her.
“What? Why?” She asked as she looked at me like it was a trap.
“Look Kiana. I’m not going to lie and say I’m not feeling you. You’re beautiful. I’ve been checking you out every time you were in my presence. But at this moment, I’m not about to come at you like a sucker on no rebound shit. I just wanna get to know you. I handed you my gun for you to protect yourself if you feel like you need too.” I said meaning every word.
She sighed as if she felt like shit and I smirked.
“I apologize Brick. Look, take me home to get my car and I’ll follow you back to your house. But I’m not sleeping with you Brick. You ain’t getting none of this pussy tonight.” She said as she placed my gun in her purse.
“I’m not pressed for pussy. Like you said, you know my pedigree.” I smirked.
“Yeah whatever Brick.” She said when I pulled up to the condo that she shared with Flex. My dick jumped as I watched her thick ass and wide hips sway as she walked to her Mercedes Benz G-Class.
Thirty-Five minutes after leaving her upscale private condominium, we were pulling up to my gated community and parking in front of my home.
“Wow. I’m impressed. This is a beautiful house Mr. Brick. Is there a Mrs. Brick and some little Brickette’s running around somewhere?” She asked when she entered my home.
“The only women with Brick as their last name are my mother Viola and my sister Lashay. And no, there are no Brickette’s. I don’t have any children. Make yourself at home Ms. Bradshaw.” I said as I watched her thick ass walk into the living room and take her heels off.
Kiana’s bronzed skin and hazel eyes had me hypnotized. She looked right at home as she lounged on my couch. My thoughts started running wild as I imagined her living here with me.
“I’m starving. What are you going to cook? And what hotels are in this area?” She asked as she reached for the remote on the coffee table and turned on the TV.
“I guess fighting two people at once would make a person pretty hungry.” I joked.
“Kiss my ass Clifton Brick.” She said as she threw her head back and laughed.
The thought of putting my mouth on her large backside made my dick jump. I knew if I said what was really on my mind, she’d leave. So, I pushed the thought of sex to the far back of my mind and addressed the matter at hand.
“I can throw some steak or pork chops on the grill, steam some crab legs and make a quick pilaf. As far as hotels, this is a 5,368 square foot house. There are 5 bedrooms and 5 ½ bathrooms in this house. Each room is fully furnished. So, pick a room to sleep in and save your money.” I said. The thought of her leaving made me sick to my stomach. I wasn’t used to this feeling, but I liked it.
“Well, as far as the menu. I’ll have a steak. Medium well, not well done. And as far as the accommodations, which room can I occupy tonight? Also, can I get a t-shirt to sleep in?” She asked as she stood in the kitchen doorway.
“You can use whichever room you want. Fresh T-shirts and towels are folded on the linen table in the laundry room.”
“Brick, I’m a guest here. I don’t know where the laundry room is.” She said as she placed her hand on her very shapely hip.
“Well I guess you better go exploring. Dinner will be done in an hour.” I said as I winked my eye then turned to pull two aged steaks from my refrigerator.
“Yes sir.” She said and walked out of the kitchen.
Putting the steaks on the indoor grill. I couldn’t believe that I was cooking for this woman. I didn’t mind spending money on a good meal, but me preparing it with my own hands was a no-no. My mother and sister were the only two women that I ever prepared homecooked meals for.
“Oh my God. It smells amazing in here.” Kiana said coming into the kitchen wearing one of my white T-shirts and basketball shorts. A simple Hanes T-shirt and a pair of And-1 basketball shorts looked like a million dollars on her.
“You were in the shower for a long time. I thought you got lost. But, you’re right on time.” I said as I placed wild rice pilaf, steak, shrimp skewers, and steamed crab legs with melted butter on a plate in front of her.
“Thanks Brick. This looks amazing. The only question I have is does it taste as good as it looks.” She asked. The simple food question caused my dick to stand at attention.
“Trust me everything is official. I took culinary prep classes in college. But cooking didn’t give me the money I wanted. So, I left the chef work to my sister. But that’s unimportant. How are you feeling?” I asked.
“Surprisingly, I’m ok. My hands are a little sore, but that’s to be expected. I spoke with my mother after I got out of the shower. That’s why I was in the back so long. My mom said Charmaine told her I broke her nose and that I didn’t give her a chance to explain. I told my mother what happened, and she said they got what they deserve. Then she wanted to know what I was bringing for Sunday dinner. My mom is so crazy.” She said as she bit into a grilled shrimp.
“When you said you were alone, I figured you didn’t have parents.” I lied. I already knew her whole family dynamics based on the background check I had done on her.
“Nah, I still have my mom. When I said that I was alone I meant, I have no friends. I can’t do the things with my mom that I did with Charmaine. She’d have a heart attack, and if she didn’t have a heart attack, I’m sure she’d douse me with Holy water and throw her bible at me.” Kiana laughed.
“So, are y’all close? You and your mom.” I asked as I drank a Corona while she drank pink lemonade.
“Very close. It’s been me and her my whole life. After Kennedy died, our dad went to the gas station for a pack of Salem cigarettes. I guess he never found what he was looking for because he never came back.” She chuckled.
“Your dad went to the store for Salem cigarettes and mine went to the store for King Edward Cigars. Maybe they’re riding together.” I laughed. I hadn’t seen my father since I was nine-years-old. He was such a none factor in my life that I hadn’t even thought about him until this conversation.
It was easy talking to Kiana. When we conducted business, she wore a stone-cold face. But, here in my home she was easy going. I could get used to her being here and filling my house with her laughter.
“Maybe so.” She laughed. “My mom didn’t trip though. She continued to work hard at the Post Office. She sent me to college and made sure I made something of myself. I got my master’s degree and the rest is history.” She said.
“Really? How does a beautiful woman armed with a master’s degree end up cleaning money and toting a pistol?” I asked. I wasn’t trying to get in her business, but I was. I wanted to know everything about this woman. I needed to know everything that made her tick.
“When I got out of college, I worked for this accountant firm for four years. The money was good, the benefits were amazing, but Corporate America doesn’t pay as much as you drug dealers do.” Kiana smirked. “Dinner was delicious. Have a good night Mr. Brick.” She said as she got off the barstool, washed her empty plate, and got ready to leave.
“Wait.” I called after her shocking myself. It sounded crazy, but I wasn’t ready for her to go to her room. I wanted her company in a way that I never wanted any other woman’s company. I usually wanted a woman to pull the nut out of me then leave. But Kiana was different, and I wanted her for so much more than that.
“What’s up?” She asked.
“It’s not that late. We should watch a movie. I have Showtime, HBO, and Netflix.” I laughed.
“Showtime, HBO, and Netflix?” Kiana repeated with her hand on her hip. “I thought I made it clear that you weren’t getting any pussy. This will not be a Netflix and Chill night.”
“It’s not like that Ms. Bradshaw. Every time I’m around you, you’re always in work mode. I just wanna chill and watch a movie. I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.” I said as I held my hand up like I was in a court of law.
“Alright, but my legs are staying closed.” She said as she walked into the bedroom that she chose to sleep in for the night.
2 Hours Later...
“Ooohhhh Brick!!” Kiana moaned as I worked my magic on her clit. She smelled so damn good and I couldn’t get enough of her. She fisted my dreads as she rode my mouth, and I loved every moment of it.
I wasn’t big on eating pussy but doing it to Kiana felt right. Her pussy was fat and completely bald. Just how I liked it. I don’t know how watching Harlem Nights on HBO turned into me eating her out. But it happened, and I was glad it did.
“You taste so fucking sweet.” I said as I continued to caress her fat clit with my tongue. Without saying a word. Kiana grabbed a hand full of my dreads and pulled my mouth off her most sensitive area. She got up and kissed me without wiping her juice off my face. That was some sexy shit. Pushing me onto the bed, she slid down my muscular body and took my rock-hard dick into her mouth.
“Oh shit.” I moaned as she gave me bobble head action. I couldn’t remember the last time I had head this good. I can’t lie, I had fantasized about fucking Kiana and getting head from her several times. But never did I imagine her mouth would feel this good.
“Come sit on this dick Kiana.” I said as I tried to wrestle my dick from her grasp. If she kept sucking me the way she was, I was going to cum and I needed to feel her before I let loose.
“I thought you’d never ask.” She said as she got on top and slowly eased down on my 10 inches. She moaned loudly, and I felt a tear leak from the corner of my eye as I bit down on my bottom lip to avoid screaming her name.
I was glad the light was off and the only illumination in the room came from the TV because I didn’t want her thinking I was a bitch.
No Homo, but Flex couldn’t be working with much. Kiana was tight, so tight that the feeling was unfamiliar to me. I had never felt anything like it. I never had the pleasure of taking anyone’s virginity. But I assumed it was equivalent to this.
“Ooouuu Brick, I’m about to cum.” She screamed as her body shook. Her extreme wetness, hearing her moans, and feeling her pussy clamp down on my dick sent me over the edge. I was through and I busted my nut as soon as she busted hers.
I jumped up from the bed, covered in a cold sweat. As dreams of the first time I made love to my wife Kiana flooded my brain. For the past 6 months the same dream pulled me out of my sleep.
For eight years, having her by my side as my wife was the best thing that ever happened to me. But like a childish little boy, I fucked it up.
Grabbing my cell phone off the night stand, I scrolled through my photos and looked at the last picture I took of her and our daughters, 4-year-old Ava and 3-year-old Elise. In the picture, all three of them were asleep on our couch with colorful bonnets on their heads.
“I’m sorry Beautiful. I love you so much.” I whispered to the picture. Kiana and our daughters were the best thing that ever happened to me. It was killing me not being with them.
“You love who?” Asked the voice that came from behind me. Just hearing her voice made me wanna fill her trifling ass with some hot shit.
“Ayo, I gotta go. Get your shit and get out.” I said as I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and grabbed my car keys.
“Nigga what? It’s 4:18 in the morning. Only thing opened this time of morning are legs.”
“You’d know that better than anyone. Don’t be in my house when I get back Charmaine.” I said as I grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet and walked out the house.
