Earlier, he ate her out until she came in his mouth. She was his sexy minx and KB wanted to please every inch of her. He had wrapped one hand around her neck, dragged her forward, and slammed his mouth down on hers as they were fucking in the missionary position. Now as they explored the doggystyle position, Charlie gripped the headboard and felt her pussy being desecrated in a good way.
Her cell phone chimed. She glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Ahbou trying to contact her. Of course, she ignored him. This was much more important.
“Who that calling ya?” KB asked her, fucking her silly.
“Ooooh shit . . . nobody important, baby,” she said.
KB spun her around and pushed her against the bed forcefully, making her take every inch of his big dick. It didn’t take long for KB to make her come again. Her legs quivered uncontrollably and she released an ecstatic holler that echoed off the walls of the room.
Lingering on a post-coital moment, KB removed himself from the bed and went to pour himself a glass of champagne. Charlie joined him. Together, they downed champagne while naked. Charlie was business first, play later. KB had bought several kilos of cocaine from her earlier at a reasonable price, and then it was back to his hotel room for playtime.
“I want ya to come wit’ me to de Bahamas,” he mentioned.
Charlie was taken aback. “The Bahamas?”
“Why not? Let’s just get away.”
Once again, Charlie’s cell phone rang. It was Ahbou calling her again. Like before, she ignored it. In fact, she turned her cell phone off completely. She wanted to spend some quality time with KB without any interruptions. His mention of taking her to the Bahamas was interesting. She barely left the city, and now he was talking about taking her out the country. But there was one problem. She didn’t have a passport.
KB moved intimately closer to Charlie and took her into his arms. The way he held her and stared at her, it was like nothing she had felt before—not even from God. To KB, Charlie was sophisticated, which was a stretch to anyone’s imagination. He wanted to be with her.
“Ay, ya don’t need to think ’bout it. We finna do big things together, Charlie, if ya let me,” he said.
She was smitten by him.
“Big things, huh?”
He smiled.
Chapter Twenty-One
A trip to the Bahamas was heavily on Charlie’s mind as she and her frenemy Wanda walked through the front door of her apartment. Claire was seated in the living room with a stack of books in her face when the interruption happened. Right away, the peace and quiet she was experiencing came to a rude halt. Claire gave her sister a dry and halfhearted hello, which instantly put Charlie in a sour mood.
Claire glared at Wanda. She never liked the girl. Wanda wasn’t a fan of Claire either, so neither one spoke.
Charlie, not caring what her sister was doing before her arrival, decided to turn on the stereo and blast some rap music. She then smirked at her little sister and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. Are we bothering you?”
Claire frowned. Not only was her sister inconsiderate, she was dangerous too. Claire didn’t like what Charlie was into. She had found the cocaine and seen the bundles of money, and she hated the dirty cops coming and going from their apartment as if they owned the place. It all made her extremely uncomfortable.
To make the situation worse, the same project bitches who had turned their backs on Charlie were now regularly visiting and sitting in their living room drinking their liquor and eating the food Claire helped pay for. Claire strongly felt that these bitches were users and just being nosy, but Charlie wanted to show off and boast about the finer things she had in life and talk shit. Charlie was living her best life, but what was the point if nobody knew?
Claire felt Charlie was living foul and reckless, and she wanted out. It was the reason she was studying so fervently. Claire wanted to graduate, start a career, and leave her dysfunctional family behind.
“Look at this bitch. Why she still pretending to study when all she gonna do is cheat on her next test?” Charlie mocked.
The insult cut Claire deeply. It was a part of her life that she wanted to forget. She couldn’t believe what she heard. But Charlie had said it, and Wanda was laughing too hard at it.
“I mean, what do my little sister think she is, an A-student or sumthin’?” Charlie continued to crack on her sister.
Wanda continued to laugh, adding insult to injury.
Claire wasn’t going out like that. She responded, “And who are you? A washed up, ho-ass gangster?”
That remark coming from Claire was shocking. Wanda laughed just as hard at that as she had Charlie’s joke.
“Oh, so you tryin’ to call me a ho?”
“If the shoe fits . . .” Claire replied.