Kenya POV-
"Kenya this is the second time Odell has called my phone. I'm picking up."
"Brandon!" I yelled.
Anna, Anais, Sira and Ray were in the room having fun with the stripper. Meanwhile I was in the room pouting that my husband was half naked on a yacht, with Trey Songz and barely dressed exoticals.
"She right here." I heard Brandon say on the other side of the door.
I rolled my eyes and opened my hotel room door, to Brandon standing annoyed outside my door.
"Take this shit so I can have fun with the stripper too." He said loudly on purpose so O could hear.
I snatched the phone. Brandon smirked and walked off waving at me down the hall.
I closed the door and sighed. Trying to decide whether to hang up on O. I had turned off my phone, but he kept calling Brandon's to get in touch with me.
I put it to my ear and got in the bed.
"What?" I said with an attitude.
"Don't turn your fucking phone off on me first of all. Lets get that out the way." He said equally angry.
"Who are you? I'm a grown woman. I don't need your permission to turn off my fucking phone." I said legit getting mad at him.
"Don't yell at me." He said calmly but irritated.
"Yellllllllllllll." I yelled into the phone.
There was silence. Did he hang up on me I thought.
"You done?" He finally said.
"What do you want Odell? I'm busy." I rolled my eyes and straighten my pillow.
"Oh I'm keeping you from some corny ass stripper?"
"Oh, am I'm keeping you from them hoes that was in the hot tub with Trey?" I snapped back sarcastically.
"When did my name become Trey?" He said being smart.
"Whatever I know they all on the boat. And gawking at your fucking body."
"I'm built like a greek god I can't help that."
"Goodbye Odell."
"Before you go, lets talk about when its appropriate to put what's mine on Instagram or even walk around with that on period in front of somebody that ain't me?"
"Oh you own me now?" I asked in confusion.
"I think you can answer that? My name is somewhere no other nigga will ever touch." He said matter of factly.
He was forever bringing up this fucking pussy tat.
"I'm getting it removed so..." I shrugged.
"Try it." He said.'
"And what will you do?" I said like he wasn't scaring nobody. Because he wasn't.
"Do it and I'll show you."
"Whatever." I looked at my clock. It was 11 here. Which meant it was around 1 there.
He all of sudden started facetiming me. I made an annoyed face and answered.
He was shirtless in a bed.
"Where are you?" I said.
"My other woman's bed." He scratched his head.
"Well tell her she can have you."
"She said you can have me." He looked to his side like it was another person.
"Okay she don't deserve you anyway." He said under his breath pretending to be another voice.
"You are so silly." I smirked at his silliness.
He smirked.
"Where everybody else at?" He asked.
"Ray and Brandon room. I left because you ruined my fucking evening."
"I ruined your evening?" He raised a brow.
"Yes. Where are you?"
"The house. Everybody left the yacht and went to this club where Trey was performing. You ruined my night so I didn't go." He yawned.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.
"You got on what you had in the pic earlier?" He asked me looking at me through the phone.
"Yes. Why?"
"Let me see."
"No. You saw the pic."
"You heard what I said."
"I heard and I'm ignoring."
"Show me for I hang up on you."
"Bye." I waved into the camera.
He gave me a stale face, then hung up.
My mouth dropped that he really did that.
He called right back. I answered he was laughing.
"I should've not picked up." I said.
"Stop playing and show me what you got on K." He put his right arm behind his head.
"Fine." I took the phone and guided it across my body so he could see.
"Just looking at you making me hard K." He said biting his lower lip looking at me with those eyes.
Those eyes. This look. This biting of the lip is the reason I have three babies now.
We could be anywhere, but if he gave me that look I knew exactly what was on his mind.
"You like what I have on?" I laid back on the bed and opened my robe, running my finger along the top of my breast.
"I like what's underneath it, even better." I saw him take the hand behind his head and disappear beneath the covers. I knew exactly where it was going. 😏
"Underneath like this." I removed my bra and started caressing my breast with my free hand.
From him biting on his bottom lip
and constant hand motion underneath the cover, I knew he was liking the view.
"I wish you were here baby so I could feel your hands all over me." I bit my bottom lip as I pulled my undies to the side and inserted my middle finger inside myself circling my clit.
"Mmmm I wish you were inside me so bad baby." I moaned as his hand strokes picked up pace.
"K you—"
"Deanna!" I screamed in frustration as she came through the door.
"Ugh." I pulled the cover over me.
O rolled his eyes frustrated.
"I just came to check on you. But I see you're fine." She smirked trying not to laugh.
"Just go." I said annoyed.
"My bad." She closed the door.
I looked into the phone. "Sorry baby."
"Its cool. I hear them coming in now anyway." He sighed. I knew he was sexually frustrated.
"We can finish tho." I said.
"I'm aight. I'll see you in a couple of days. Make it up to me then."
"Okay." I made a sad pouty face hoping he changed his mind.
"O" I heard somebody scream.
"Aight babe, I'll talk to you later. Love you."
"Love you too. Muah." I blew an air kiss and we hung up.
I laid back on the bed kicking the air. Fucking Deanna.
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Finally O and them got a win. I'm so happy for them. He really has worked hard and I'm glad to see things turning around for him. Also does anybody watch his facebook show- i am more: obj? I swear it makes me fall more and more in love. 😩