A WEEK LATER: MID/LATE MAY 2014
• T R E V O N •
"I'm on my way in now, Jess," I spoke through the phone. "Alright, tell them to be on set when I get thur. I'm not tryna be hur all day. Okay, love you, bye," I hung up the phone, turning to Malik, who was on the driver's side of my car.
I ended up taking a few more days off and ended up at Malik's place for a week.
I helped him find a new place. A bigger one for him and the girls. It's a three-bedroom condo in Downtown. Of course, we had to take Madison with us because he said her approval was the most important.
Now, he was dropping me off at work because he said I can't go home yet, and so he's taking my car to shop around for new stuff for his place, so I wouldn't be able to drive home...I could just get a cab, but Imma let him have it.
Furthermore, all in this week, he's gotten really comfortable. By comfortable, I mean he's currently reaching into the armrest, grabbing my wallet. He opened it pulling out my debit card.
"Damn, nigga youn even ask no more?" I chuckled and he shrugged.
"You said you got me," he smirked making me roll my eyes, shaking my head. Spoiled ass.
"You right, baby," I smiled reaching over, kissing him on the cheek. "You gon' be aight?" he nodded, grabbing my chin with the hand that wasn't on the wheel, pulling me close to him, and giving me a deep kiss.
"Have a good day, Trevon," he said close to my face looking me in my eyes.
"C'mere," I said pulling him into my lap. I wrapped his arms around my shoulders as he straddled me.
I grabbed the back of his head, pushing him close to my face, giving him the smallest, sweetest peck, making him giggle before slipping my tongue in his mouth.
We made out for a moment until I realized I was about to be late. We pulled back from one another, and he crawled back into the driver's.
"Bye, Tre. I love you," he smiled at me. I smiled back, giving him another kiss.
"I love you too, Malik Taylor," I said on his lips, giving him one more kiss before I got out of the car.
As I was about to walk in, I turned back around, jogging back up to the car on the driver's side. He rolled down the window as I bent down. I grabbed his chin again, "One more," I said low before kissing him again, then his cheeks, nose, forehead, and finally a chaste peck on the lips.
"I don't want you ta go ta work," he whined. "Too long,"
I smiled. Bratty ass. "We gon make up fa lost time later," I said walking backward before turning around and running inside.
...
"Alright! Take twenty!" I yelled out, as we took a break from filming for hours. I went to my office, and walked in, noticing a bag of food on the desk. I sat down behind the desk seeing there was a note:
tre,
I got you some food and shit.
I love you...but fuck you for making me wanna be corny and shit bringing you lunch 2 work
Did I say that I love you already?
if not I'll say it again.
I love you Trevon Jackson
I laughed and smiled, feeling butterflies.
Who knew Malik was capable of this? Well, I did know. I see how he treated his baby mama, but I never would've thought that I, Trevon Christopher Jackson, would be receiving this treatment from him.
I felt my phone vibrate, looking down, and seeing it was Malik which made me smile even bigger. "Hello," I answered.
"Hey. Did you get the food I sent you?" his deep, sultry voice rang through my ears. I don't think I've mentioned how much I love Malik's voice. Maybe I have. I don't know. I don't care let me tell you how much I love it again.
It's just so beautiful...deep but not very deep, a slight rasp, but still smooth like freshly made silk fabric.
"I got it, baby. Thank you so much," I said, holding the phone with my shoulder and ear while I dug through the bag. "Oh shit, it's from that one Japanese spot I like. Thank you, baby. I'm finna fuck this up,"
"You welcome," he chuckled. "...One question tho,"
"Wassup?"
"What's my budget..."
I chuckled, "What the hell you tryna buy, Malik?"
"Nothin' much...I just wanna know," Spoiled ass.
"Please keep it five thousand or less," I spoke, putting the phone down and putting it on speaker.
"Okay, baby," Something new he's added to his vocabulary lately. Calling me baby.
I swear it feels like we are married already. My little house husband.
Malik would never be a house husband though. He's too prideful, and he would be bored as fuck.
"I really jus seen this expensive ass crib and stroller I wanna get Malikai—and I wanna get a bunch of shit for her new room. Do you know a designer or sum shit who paint rooms n shit like et?"
"We both do," I said.
"Huh?"
"The nigga who be puttin' together all the sets,"
"Oh shit! Ian even think 'bout that. Lemme hit Rayshawn line,"
"Yeah. I've had him do some work in my house before. He's good,"
"I know. Well, I'm bout ya go. I love you, baby,"
"I love you too, Malik...and be ready when you pick me up n we get home, Imma fuck the shit outta you,"
"You so fuckin' nasty," he giggled.
"You love it,"
"I really fuckin' do," he said low making my dick jump. "Bye, Tre,"
"Bye, Daddy,"
"Trevon sto-" I hung up laughing.
...
a couple days later
"Malik, why don't y'all jus stay wit me?" I asked him as he paced around his living room biting his nails. He had to move out by the end of the week but he couldn't move into his place for another two weeks.
He stopped, shaking his head.
"No,"
I furrowed my brows a little offended. "Why?"
"Because. You already do a lot, Tre. That's too much. It would be one thing if it was just me, but two kids too,"
"So?"
"I don't wanna freeload,"
"How are you freeloadin'?" I asked standing up, grabbing his hands, pulling him to me. He sat on my lap looking at me in the eyes. "You my baby, how can you freeload if I want you around me all the time anyway?" I kissed the side of his cheek repeatedly.
He started smiling. "Okay," he nodded. "We'll stay witchu until I get my keys," I smiled, making him smile too.
"I knew you wanted ta move in wit me," I laughed, making him mush my face.
"Boy, gon' sum whur wit that," We laughed some more then I flipped him on his back as I hovered over him between his legs. He reached up, placing a hand on my face as we locked eyes. I noticed how they damn near shined as bright as the sun to me, but deep as a black hole. I always managed to get lost in them. "I love you, Tre. Ion think I'll ever stop sayin' it," I smiled.
"I love you too, baby," I spoke low, giving him quick pecks. "I love you so much,"
...
a couple more days later
"A-Ah, sss—shit," Malik moaned and hissed as I delivered him some fast, hard strokes from the back. I had stolen some handcuffs off-set, and I had them around Malik's wrist, holding the metal in between as I gave him some backshots.
All you could hear was his ass smacking against my pelvis and his screams. The noises reverberated through his apartment, luckily the kids were at his sister's.
"Ah, ah, ah," he moaned at every thrust. "Tre,"
"You like that, Daddy?" I said sending a smack to his ass.
I swear ever since we started fucking, we haven't been able to stop. I mean like, almost every day. He's just so addicting. That ass was even more addicting.
And this view, whew. Let me describe it for the people.
Malik's face was in the sheets, his dreads flowing to the other side. His arch—so much better, almost perfect in fact. Then, I watch his pretty brown, fat ass jiggle every time it makes an impact with my hips.
Have I ever mentioned how beautiful his ass is—Like, it's so round and plump, but with just the right amount of muscle, but not real big, just perfect for his body, and them stretch marks that decorate the sides of his hips, slightly trailing along both of his cheeks...my God today.
We need to get this shit on camera.
I slowed down my thrust, now focusing on how my dick now was a slightly milky white color. "Fuck, Malik. Daddy gotchu creamin',"
"Treeee," he let out a long drawn-out moan. He likes it when I talk to him. I noticed that, so I try to tell him when he's doing good, or how he makes me feel, or how I make him feel.
"Shit, you look so fuckin' pretty takin' my dick," I breathed just entranced by the whole site in front of me, on top of the fact that when I slowly stroke him, I can feel every time he clench and grip around my dick.
"F-fuck!" He yelled when I sent a hard smack to his ass. I then grabbed both cheeks, spreading him open and giving him even deeper, slow strokes. "Ahhhh," he panted, breaking his arch.
"Fix that shit, Malik," I huffed, and he complied, as I continued to fuck him senseless.
"Daddy," he moaned.
"Hmm?" I breathed. "Yeah, baby?"
"Faster," he moaned, making me smile from ear to ear.
One thing I've also noticed in the short time we've been fucking is how vocal Malik has gotten. Again, directing most of his films, I already knew, but, not like this at all.
A year ago, I never would've imagined that I would be fucking Malik from the back, with his hands handcuffed, as he called me daddy and begged me to fuck him faster.
"I gotchu, my love," I said giving him faster, harder thrusts.
"Oo-ooo, shit, Tre," he cursed as I placed one hand on his hip the other holding the sliver of metal in between the cuffs, slightly pulling him towards me, lifting him off the bed a bit as I rammed into him. "W-wait. Tr-Tre," he moaned attempting to move his hands, forgetting they were bound together. "Tre, wa-wait. Slow down,"
I chuckled in amusement. "Ain't this whatchu asked fa?" I spoke disregarding his plea.
"Please," he whined, but I ignored him. "Please, Daddy,"
"Nah, baby. That shit ain't gon' work this time. You gon' take this dick," I huffed still quickly thrusting into him as he whined. I then sent a hard smack to his ass.
"Tre," he continued to whine, making me slap his ass again. "Ah!" he let out a scream. "Please, Daddy, please. I-I wanna see you," he could barely get out. "I wanna k-kiss," he whined, trying to move away from me, but I just pulled his ass right back, by the cuffs and his hip, giving him some more harsh thrusts. "T-Tre," I heard him sniffling. "Please," cried.
He knows how to get me. I slowed down my hips, coming to a full stop before pulling out of him. I grabbed the keys, unlocked the cuffs, took them off, and saw the red marks left behind. He still sniffled as I turned him on his back, climbing on top of him.
I wiped his eyes, smiling at the way he poked his lips out on his tear-stained face.
His daughter does the same shit. I see where she gets it from.
I pecked his lips a few times. "I'm sorry, baby," I said low, making him look me in the eyes. I wrapped his arms and legs around me. "You forgive me?" I asked as I grabbed my dick lining it back up with him. Malik nodded his head as I started to kiss all over him. I slowly pushed back into him as our lips connected.
"Ah," he moaned in my mouth, unable to focus on the kiss at first as his eyes rolled back.
Malik loves the slow, and I always give my baby what he wants.
"You want me ta fuck you like this?" I breathed as I started giving him my full dick, slowly filling his insides with all nine and a half inches.
"Yes, Trevon," he moaned almost making me nut. I love it when he says my full name like that. "Mmmm, right thur, baby," he breathed. I smiled big thinking about how vocal he is now. The shit is so fucking sexy.
"I gotchu, baby," I said kissing his forehead as I grabbed both of his thighs pushing them back. I started giving him some continuous slow strokes until both of us started to feel our orgasms approaching.
"Fuuuck, Tre," he let out a strained groan as I felt his dick throbbing on my stomach, soon after feeling his release. I then pulled out of him which exacerbated my nut.
"Oh, shit," I groaned low as I started to cum it getting all over Malik's stomach and chest even, some touching his lip.
"Damn, nigga," he chuckled making me laugh too. I then saw him do something that I never expected when I saw him lick the nut off his lip, biting down on it as he looked at me in my eyes.
"Malik, Imma getchu pregnant," I blurted. "I don't know how. Imma figure it out tho," I said making us both laugh.
My dick was still hard, and his was too.
I was about to put that big, pretty mufucka in my mouth, so he can fuck my face real quick until we both heard a knock catching us off guard.
Malik raised off the bed, his demeanor doing a 180.
He was on alert. "Put yo clothes on," he told me as he went to the bathroom. The knocks continued as he came back out now cleaned up with a wife beater and some grey sweats on...and his gun in his hand.
He cocked it, the sound honestly scaring the fuck outta me as I started putting on my sweat suit I brought over here.
I followed him to the living room as he put his gun behind his back and went up to the door. "Who is it?" he asked making his voice deeper.
"Aye 'Cuz, it's us!" a voice I didn't recognize said.
"Malik, open the fuckin' door," another chuckled; Malik laughing too. He opened the door, laughing as he started dapping them up.
...
• M A L I K •
"On crip, nigga, I thought I was finna have ta shoot you niggas," I chuckled, dapping Tasha's brothers, Tonio and Terry up.
I've been knowing these niggas for so long. They how I met their sister in the first place.
"Nigga, we tried ta call n text lettin' you know we was on the way,"
My face almost went red thinking about the events that were just happening. "Uhh, I wasn't paying attention ta my phone," I said moving out of the way to let them in.
"Wassup 'cuz?" Terry spoke excitedly when he saw Tre sitting on the couch. He reached his hand to dap Tre up. My poor baby looking confused as hell.
He not no hood nigga. Bless his heart.
"You was et the funeral right? You Malik's patnah—forgot yo name tho," Tonio said.
"Uh, yeah. I-I'm Trevon," he said standing up.
"Damn, Jolly Green Giant ass nigga," Tonio joked making us all laugh. "You play ball?"
"Nah, I'm no good," Tre answered. I noticed a slight change in his voice.
Was this his straight voice? I need him to do it more. It was turning me on.
"Man, so you big fa nothin'," he smacked his lips making him and his brother laugh.
Not too much on my nigga though.
"Shut yo 4'11 ass up, nigga," I stepped in, putting my gun on safety, sitting on the couch next to Tre.
Terry, Tre, and I laughed while his brother looked embarrassed. Short ass nigga.
"So, wassup?" I said. "What y'all doin' hur?"
Tonio sighed, "I think we close ta findin' es nigga, 'cuz,"
he said making my ears perk up. "When I tell you, es nigga been tryna hide like a mufucka,"
"His punk ass, f-ggot ass," I clenched my jaw at the word. I wanted to look over at Tre to make sure he was good, but I didn't want to expose either of us. I still was nervous about exposing my sexuality, but I also would beat both these niggas in a heartbeat if they started fucking with him. "know the police, but most importantly we gotta target on that ass. So he runnin'—bitch ass nigga,"
"On crip, we gon' put et nigga down for what he did ta my sister,"
I nodded my head. "So y'all don't know whur he et now?" I asked, furrowing my brows. They both shook their heads. "So what the fuck we doin' hur? Let me know when y'all find the nigga," I spoke.
"Relax, bro. We jus wanted ta letchu know. We want et nigga's head as much as you do,"
I sighed, nodding my head, looking down at the floor as I put my arm on the back of the couch. "It jus piss me off that his pussy ass still walkin' around free n alive after what he did ta her,"
"We agree wholeheartedly, 'cuz n we gon' get et, nigga. On my life," Tonio said, Terry nodding his head in agreement.
"Whatchu think, Jolly Green," Tonio joked.
"Uhh—"
"He don't think shit, nigga. Get outta hur," I started pushing them to the door, grabbing Tre too. "All you niggas finna go. I gotta pick up the kids anyways,"
"Ight, 'cuz, stay safe," they laughed as I pushed them all out of the door. Tre looked at me confused as fuck, and as soon as the niggas bent the corner, I pulled his fine ass back through the door.
He didn't say anything, he just sat on the couch.
I locked up the door, turning back around, seeing an irritated look on his face. "Sorry, baby. I didn't wanna look—"
"I know," he huffed, getting up.
"Don't be mad at me,"
"I'm not, Malik. I'm used ta et shit," he said, making my heart hurt.
"I'm sorry," I said, sitting next to him. "I love you," I spoke, wrapping my arms around him.
"I love you too, baby," he said, and then I watched as his eyes looked at my gun sitting on the counter.
"Lemme go put this up," I said as I got up.
...
"Tre, bruh, jus say whatever you gotta say," I said as we were in bed watching TV. He's been distant ever since Tasha's brothers came over.
"Ion got nothin' ta say," he chuckled.
"I know you do," I said pausing the show.
"Why you pause—"
"Jus say what you wanna say,"
"I don't have shit ta say, Malik. What the fuck?"
"Bruh, you finna piss me off," I huffed.
"How the fuck am I finna piss you off? Ian even do shit," he spat back.
"Jus say whatever you thinking. I know you feelin' a way. Jus say it," He ignored me, pulling out his phone.
I felt my body getting hot as I snatched it out of his hand. "Trevon, stop fuckin' playin',"
"Malik, now you finna piss me off,"
"You already pissed off, nigga!" I yelled.
"This is exactly why Ion wanna say nun! You always wanna argue n yell!" he spat back.
"How I always wanna argue? I'm jus tryna know how the fuck you feelin'," I said feeling myself becoming emotional.
"Yeah, and I know what I gotta say jus gon' piss you off, so I stay quiet,"
"Tre, don't do et. Like I'm some angry monster ass nigga,"
"I never said that, Malik,"
"So say whatchu feelin',"
He smacked his lips, sighing. "Okay, fine." he huffed. "One, that shit was uncomfortable as fuck for me if you couldn't tell. Let me finish," He spoke as I was about to cut him off. "I know you can't control they do, but don't act like you kickin' me out. That shit really pissed me off. I'm not gonna lie,"
"I'm sorry," I said about to cry. I don't like hurting him.
"I know, but it wasn't even that. The gun—and, honestly, Ion think you should be doin' all of et," I raised a brow.
"Whatchu mean?"
He shook his head. "Nah, nevermind,"
"Tre,"
"No, 'cuz I know you finna get mad. I can hur it in yo voice,"
"Bruh, Im gettin' mad 'cuz you keep sayin' es shit,"
"Okay, fuck it. I don't think you should be doin' all es revenge shit," he said, making my eyes go wide.
"What?"
"I think you should let them handle it. Youn need ta get yourself trapped back inta that lifestyle,"
"So you sayin' I should do nothin' n let the nigga who put three bullets in my baby mama walk around unscathed?"
"Bru—that's not what I'm sayin'. I'm sayin you don't need ta kill him! You have a newborn ta think about, Malik. You have two daughters n family that loves n depends on you. You can't throw it away," I scrunched my face up, tryna my best not to get mad, but this whole conversation was pissing me the fuck off.
"So I'm jus 'pose ta sit back n relax," I crossed my arms.
He huffed, "No! But you can help in ways that aren't gonna put your freedom at risk,"
"So you want me ta rat?"
He smacked his lips, rolling his eyes. "Bruh, I'm done wit this conversation," he got up from the bed, grabbing his jacket and phone.
"Whur are you goin'?"
"Home," he said. "Remember "all you niggas got go"?"
"Tre, stop," he said walking to the front door. "Tre," I called out, but he just ignored me. "Trevon, are you really gon' sit up hur n leave?" I said feeling my eyes start to get glossy.
I watched as he grabbed his shoes that were by the door starting to put them on. "Trevon, bruh," he continued, now unlocking the door. I went up to him, closing the with my hand, then wrapping both my arms around him as I buried my face into his back.
"Malik, let me go," he sighed.
"No," I said. I kept holding onto him until he eventually caved in. He sighed, turning around in my grasp. He picked me up carrying us back to my bedroom.
He sat down with me still in his lap as I laid my head on his shoulder and my arms wrapped around his neck. "I'm sorry, Tre," I apologized. "I get real defensive and upset about that topic. I know you tryna jus look out fa me,"
"That's all I ever try ta do,"
"I know, but it's like how am I just 'pose ta sit hur?" I said feeling my eyes water up. "How, Tre? How?" I said looking him in his eyes as tears started to run down my face.
"I know it's hard, baby. I know. I promise I do," He said grabbing my hands and kissing them. "I know you jus wanna scorch the earth, n inna perfect world shit, I'd help you. I'm not sayin' et nigha don't deserve whats comin' 'cuz he do, but, Malik," he looked at me. "Those girls," he nodded his head. "They need you. You. Malik. They daddy. Not they aunty or they granny, but you. I-I heard poor Madison screamin'," he spoke referring to a couple of nights ago when Madison woke up again screaming for her mama. He was here. "That shit hurt. I felt that pain, baby. That's not a good pain. I know that pain," he said, as tears flowed down both of our faces. "I know what it's like ta lose your mama, and I know what it's like ta have nobody thur ta fuckin support or help you thru the grief. I wish I had my daddy. You know what I got?" I shook my head, my heart breaking for him and my baby. "I got jumped. I got fuckin'—" he paused as he got choked up. "I fuckin' got jumped by my brothers and family because I jus wanted ta see my mama one more time at her funeral," he cried and my heart ached, but anger also surged through me hearing this information. "All because of who I am, they literally beat me almost ta death on my mama's fuckin' funeral day. They wouldn't even let me see her," he cried and I just held him tight, wiping his face. "I know her pain, Malik. I do," he looked at me. "And I could only wish that I had my daddy ta hug n cry n hold me in his arms as we cried together n supported each other. She needs you, Malik. Don't take that away from her," he wiped his eyes.
"Look I'm not tellin' you ta do anything. I'm jus givin' you sum perspective, you know. I care about you, Malik, and I love you,"
"I love you too, Tre,"
"I know, baby, and I know you love hard, n you're overprotective, n you want to get justice for her, I know, but Madison needs you more right now n I think Tasha would agree wit me,"
I looked away, looking at the floor. I then looked at him nodding my head. "Okay," I just said. "You right, baby," I looked at him in his eyes. "I appreciate you so much, Tre," I wrapped my arms around him. He wrapped his arms around my back, kissing the side of my face.
"I know, baby. I appreciate you too," he kissed me again, and we just stayed in that position for a while. Me sitting in his lap, my head resting on his shoulders as we held each other.
I really love him. I think he's my soulmate.