Not Every Playa Knows the Game

Not Every Playa Knows the Game

Copyright 2017 KD Broadway

Published by KD Broadway at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

1: The Beauty

2: The King

3: The Brains

4: The Heart

5: The Nympho

6: The Best Friend

7: TLC

8: Lying Ass

9: The Game

10: The Players

11: Drugs and Condoms

12: Heartache

13: MAXium Success

14: Love Square

15: Switch Up

16: What’s Done in the Dark

17: Plan B

18: Soulmate

19: Fake Friend

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1: The Beauty

Tasha

I sit on the toilet seat, contemplating checking the test early. I decide not to. It said to wait two minutes. I’m nervous. My boyfriend, Tre, and I been in a relationship for two years now, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be someone’s mom yet. I take a glance at the test when the timer on my phone goes off- Shit. Positive. - Well here we go; I may as well call Tre and tell him that he is going to be a daddy.

You have reached the voicemail box of— Ain’t that about a bitch. He always answers my calls. I call a second time. No answer. What the fuck is he doing? I think to myself. He knows how I get when my man doesn’t answer my call. After a long line of heartache and cheating I've had my guard up, and trust isn’t even a part of my vocabulary. Tre knows to be around when I’m looking for him, and I need him now more than ever.

I decide to call my mom.

Hello, mom?

Yes baby, what’s the matter? My mother asks with concern.

I’m pregnant.

Well it’s about time! Thought I would never get a grandbaby out of you, She laugh, You are 27 years old, and all I have of my legacy, She explains in an elderly voice. My mother is not very old, being that she had me when she was 20, but let her tell it; she will be gone any minute. I am her only child.

I know, mom. I know. But I’m not sure if I’m ready. I will have a life dependent upon me and I don’t know if I am ready for all that, I explain.

"Child, who is ready? Even people who think they’re ready aren’t. You just go with the flow. I had you when I was only a teenager. Trust me; your motherly instincts will kick in.

" I could hear the tick of her stove in the background.

Ok mom, I roll my eyes, What are you over there cooking?

None of your business. You better whip you up something in that beautiful kitchen of yours. Where’s that man of yours by the way? She inquires, Still in those streets?

Oh goodness mom! Not with this again, I fidget with the lone piece of hair hanging from my crochet twist that ran down the middle of my back.

Listen all I’m saying is I don’t trust him, She says.

It’s been two years. He’s still here. He loves me. We are having a kid. That’s that. I hate how my mother feels about Tre. How can she be happy about our baby but hate the dad? Doesn’t even make sense.

Okay Tasha Nolice. I will drop it for now, She states, but I know the conversation is far from over.

I look at my phone and see Tre is on the other line. Ok mother, I have to go anyways. I will call you tomorrow. I love you.

Love you too sugar.

I click over to Tre.

Hello, wassup beauty? I gush at the sound of the nickname he gave me, but I’m still a little upset with him.

Uh hmm, why didn’t you answer my call?

I was with Donte babe. You know, getting this paper for us. You hungry? He knows food is my weakness, but this baby has had me moody, like I have been, for the past few weeks.

Yea but you still aren’t giving me a good reason not to curse your ass out, I cross my arms, holding the phone with my shoulder.

I’m sorry okay? This shit be taking me from my woman and I should never allow that. Do you forgive me? He questions sounding all sincere and what not.

Reluctantly I cave, Bring me some chicken babe. And collard greens if you can find some! I say. I want to tell him I want some duck sauce for my greens, but I know he will ask questions.

Okay fat girl, he laughs, I got you. See you soon beautiful.

We disconnect.

Tre and I have been riding together for a while now. I know all about his street life and I am okay with it. I was built to be a ROD— ride or die— queen. Last year someone put a hit out on my man but that wasn’t keeping me indoors. See, I am no punk. Nor am I afraid of anyone. I stuck by his side even when he was shot at until they caught the motherfucker who thought he could get away with it.

Though I come from a good home, my dad was about that life too. He taught me how to shoot a gun before the age of 10. Though I never had to use it I definitely can hold my own when necessary. I find myself attracted to these hood men and it always leads to heartbreak. But Tre is different. Tre is special, and I am satisfied with my life at the moment. I never want for anything with him. He spoils me rotten. Though he spends a lot of time away from home, I know it’s because he is conducting business so that we’ll never have to want for nothing. Our child will be blessed- Especially being Tre’s first.

I get up and head to the kitchen. I cannot wait until bae gets home and gives me this food. I’m ready to tear down on them wings. And just like clockwork I hear the door.

Beautiful, guess what I got! I hear him call from the living room.

I follow his voice into our extravagant living area. It is dressed in cream- Floor length curtains, an overly large cream leather sectional, high ceilings- with a burgundy effect that draws your eye from its single colored surrounding. Damn. We will have to paint all of this if this baby is going to be messy. I think to myself.

I give Tre a peck on the lips. He scoops me in his arms, placing the bag down on the glass coffee table. His lips cover mine and his tongue slips into my mouth to explore my tongue. He grips my ass and lifts my petite 5’2 frame off the floor. I can feel his manhood press against my thigh. I need to get him off of me before things get heated.

Babe… I whine, trying to push my body off of his. But his grip is so strong. I want to melt. Tre is fit. I mean, his body is right.

He is wearing an all-white Nike fitted shirt, black jeans, and a pair of fresh black-and-white Nikes on his feet. His shirt looks like it’s struggling to stay together, but not because it’s too tight; his muscles are just huge! Underneath, he flexes rock solid six pack abs. His legs? Oh, his legs! Let’s just say, he gets up and runs every morning.

Don’t fight me baby. I missed you, He kisses me again.

I manage to wiggle my way out of his arms. I missed you too babe but I’m hungry! I grab the bag of food and sashay away towards the kitchen.

Tre is on my tail. I’m hungry too.

I turn to see his devilish grin. He licks his lips.

Can daddy have something to eat too? He reaches for me, but I run before he succeeds.

Speaking of daddy, we need to talk. I start opening the bag to reveal my prize. Food! He managed to get me some collard greens too. I can feel my stomach rumble at the sight of it. I hope this isn’t going to be how the next nine months will go.

Um, okay. What’s up Tasha? His face mixes with concern and confusion. I know I killed his mood because he only calls me by my name when he isn’t happy.

So… I began, …I uh…took a test earlier.

He looks at me like I am taking entirely too long to get to my point. And?

It’s positive.

Wait, back up, what type of test are we talking Tasha? He tilts his head in confusion.

A pregnancy test babe. We are going to be parents! I shout excited, but in all honesty, I am nervous.

Tre looks lost for a second, but soon after, it registers, and he jumps up from the stool he is sitting in, You telling me I am going to be a daddy?

Yes baby. You are. He scoops me off of my stool, with one hand, knocking the chicken, I was just about to bite, out of my hand.

I love you, He kisses me, I love you, He kisses me again. He carries me to our bedroom.

In the center of the room we have a King-sized bed. The room is fairly large though, so we have a 55-inch TV, two full dressers, and a loveseat also, with plenty of space left over for more if we want.

Tre gently places my body on the bed and begins to pull my silk pajamas off my body. In the middle of fall, my body is heating up like it’s summer. I normally feel horny, but this is on a different level. It’s like my hormones are going crazy and I cannot wait to feel him inside of me. It must be this baby.

Tre admires my fully nude body. He places a soft kiss on my belly then smiles. I really love this man. He undresses himself. That body I love looks more desirable than ever. He climbs on our bed then spreads my legs apart. While looking me directly in the eyes, he kisses my inner thighs one kiss at a time. His tongue plays duck duck goose then glides down to my center. I feel my body quake. This man knows just how I want it. How I need it. He grips one of my breasts with one hand then slides two fingers into my wetness with the other. From there it’s a wrap. His motor tongue is going, what feels like, 80 miles per hour. His fingers thrust in and out of my soaked pussy. My full C-cup breast bounce out of control. My back arches and my entire body trembles. Everything tightens. Tre knows I am at my climax because my pussy’s lips tightly trap his two fingers within her walls. I freeze completely, for less than a second. It feels like I am frozen in the air for just one moment. The orgasm snatches me out of my trance and my slim thick frame tumbles back down onto the bed. My body jerks. My legs are kicking. I am trying my hardest to push Tre away from my tender clitoris, but he just won’t budge. It feels too good. Way too good. Uncontrollable body spasms take over as I let out, what was supposed to be a moan but comes in the form of, a scream- a plea for help- then everything stops. I can’t feel my feet, only tingles, as my toes curl. Fuck. I am weak. Tre looks at me and smiles. His full beard is filled with my juices.

He makes his way up to my face. He kisses me numerous times while I try to regain my energy.

I… Kiss, …love… Kiss, …you… Kiss. He smiles with his impeccably white teeth and lovable gap.

I love you— before I can complete my sentence he shoves his eight inches of pleasure in me.

What did you say baby? He pauses in me.

I try to speak again but he gives another deep hard stroke.

I’m sorry beautiful. I just need you to know how much I love this sweet kitty. I am proud to call you the mother of my child.

With that being said all of my juices start flowing all over his rock-solid erection. Who would have known words can make you cum?

Tre strokes in and out of my box rhythmically, driving himself deeper and harder. His hips follow, or should I say guide, each movement. When he is close to reaching his peak, he goes quicker. Finally, he collapses. I can feel his fluids rush through my opening. It feels