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WEEKS LATER…

Last night at midnight, I’d launched my three gloss colors on my website. I wanted to sell my product on my own and see how it did before bringing anything to a distributor. Plus, from what I’d read, a distributor would be more inclined to take you on when they could see a sales report showing high revenue.

My phone was buzzing back-to-back on my nightstand, waking me up. As I opened my eyes, I was confused, but then I remembered that Unique and I were now living in a new home he’d finally purchased. Turning onto my side and grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I picked it up to see I had a plethora of social media notifications.

I couldn’t stop the smile that covered my face as I tapped the icon, ready to see the feedback from what people thought of the colors, pricing, and everything else but the actual product since it would need to be shipped. However, I was sadly mistaken as to what I was being blown up about.

Instead of it being my new line of glosses Koated by KK, it was in regard to AJ doing a random ass interview telling the world that Unique helped me to abort his child.

And I guess the universe felt that wasn’t enough humiliation on this day of all days, so his wife Zosia had done a live like she loved to do, telling the world how AJ had left her months ago for me. I didn’t get what the fuck her obsession was with assuming this nigga was with me when she knew damn well he and I hadn’t been together in fucking forever.

But what I cared about most was that all this shit had overshadowed the launch of my glosses. I didn’t see anyone really talking about it, and though I had orders, it wasn’t as much as I thought it would be. I noticed there were a few comments under the post on my gloss’s page but after reading just one, I exited out of the app.

Jayjay: she think launching her little cheap ass glosses is gonna make us forget she’s a home wrecker.

As soon as I set my phone down, willing myself not to cry, Unique walked into the bedroom with a brown bag of something that smelled delicious, but my appetite was nonexistent.

“Thank you, baby. But I’m not hungry,” I said, falling back onto the pillow and shielding my eyes.

He shut the door and ventured further into the bedroom before sitting on the edge of the bed next to me.

“The show is canceled, so this is our last season for sure,” he blurted, making me uncover my eyes.

“Oh my gosh. Baby, I am so sorry?—”

“I’m not telling you this so we can talk about me. I’m telling you this shit so you’ll know this is the last bit of noise that muthafucka AJ is gon’ make.” He gave me a knowing look. “He got two more episodes to film before he’s done, and after that, he going in the fucking ground.”

Taking his hand, I said, “I appreciate that, but I don’t want you getting into that kind of trouble for me. He will eventually leave me alone.”

“I don’t wait for shit to eventually happen. I make shit happen if it don’t naturally happen when I want it to. I gave that nigga chance after chance to quit playing with me, and he decided to do worse and play with you. So since he think shit is a game, I’m gon’ show that nigga who the MVP is.” Unique stood.

“No matter what I say, it’s decided, huh?”

“It is. Already told my brother to make the shit happen. Shit is in motion; it’s just a matter of time. Low-key don’t even wanna let the nigga finish the fucking show.” He took his hoodie off and lay with me in the bed. “You ain’t trying to stop me ’cause you care about that nigga, right?” His amber and green eyes zeroed in on me.

“What? No. I hate him. I haven’t given a fuck about him since the night I found out he was married.” I spoke truthfully, and Unique nodded, accepting my answer as he brought me into him, kissing my forehead.

“Don’t worry about the launch and shit. We gon’ recover. I’m gon’ make sure of it.”

“You always make me feel like everything will be okay. The world could be ending, but you will say just what I need to hear,” I whispered before looking up at his face.

“The fact that you got that much faith in yo’ man makes me wanna make shit right, always.” He pecked me. “Bashar booked a cabin for everybody, and I think that’ll be good to get ya mind off shit.”

Hugging his ripped torso, I replied, “That sounds fun. The girls too, right?”

Frowning and making me laugh, Unique replied, “Hell yeah. Fuck you think I’m inviting you up there for, a gang bang?”

I broke out into laughter. “No, but I was just making sure.”

“No, KK, I am not inviting the love of my fucking life to a cabin to get her holes filled by me and my brothers.” I was cracking up. “I don’t know how to feel though, love, ’cause you ain’t sound like you was gon’ turn the trip down.”

Smiling, I said, “I was thinking at least everybody is handsome. But hopefully they’re not as big as you ’cause I don’t think I could take seven big dicks.” When he cut his eyes at me, I guffawed before gripping his face to kiss him. “You know I’m joking. The only dick I want is yours.”

“Oh, word?”

“Yep.” I sat up on my knees and started to reach down into his gray sweats, admiring the way his wife beater clung to his chiseled, chocolate chest.

Keeping my eyes on him, I lowered before taking him into my mouth.

* * *

Unique pulled up to the large cabin covered with snow. It was beautiful with several balconies from what I could see and three floors. Different luxury cars were already parked along the side of the street that it was on, letting me know everybody was already here.

“Damn. We have our own room, right?” I asked, climbing out the car with Unique’s help.

“We do. Don’t get no fucking ideas,” he jested, walking to the trunk to retrieve our bags.

“Hurry up, girl! We’re making drinks!” Couture came to the door with Scotland and Analicia peering over her shoulder, smiling.

“Go ’head, love. I’ll bring everything in,” Unique told me, and I knew not to protest. He and his brothers had something against women carrying bags, taking out trash, opening doors, or doing anything they felt a man was supposed to do. And truthfully, I didn’t wanna do any of that shit. My little Beis suitcase was heavy as fuck.

I switched up to the porch before jogging up the stairs to hug and greet the ladies. Stepping inside of the beautiful and warm cabin, I spotted Anastazia on the couch breastfeeding along with Yolani and a very pregnant Presley. The other little kids were loudly playing in the next room.

I hugged and greeted them as well after removing my jacket and shoes.

“In there with their fathers,” Presley explained, chuckling.

“Are they okay? Sounds like WWE in there,” I said, making the room laugh.

“I don’t care if they are. They just bet not come out here,” Scotland said as Unique walked in, looking us over suspiciously while carrying the luggage.

“Where my brothers?” he asked.

“You can hear them in the game room. Why you looking like we did something to ’em?” Couture laughed, passing Scotland her drink.

“Shit ’cause maybe y’all did. But I’m a married fucking man, so whatever the fuck sex train y’all had in mind, I ain’t with it,” he jested, making all the ladies clamor and comment on his crazy ass as he carried our things to whatever room we had.

Laughing at Unique’s and my inside joke of gang bangs, I joined Couture and Analicia in the kitchen where the drinks were being made.

“Okay. Do you want a margarita or Pina colada?” Analicia asked.

“Margarita, please, since I see you have jalapenos.”

She nodded and proceeded to make my drink while Scotland grabbed the platters of food to bring and set on the coffee table.

We sat for a while just eating, talking, and having several drinks while the men put the kids to sleep, thank God. Afterward, they joined us, rearranging our seating because they all wanted to be next to their women. Asif had his son in the bassinet behind the couch.

Anastazia got up to blow out the candle we had burning, and when she got ready to sit down, her husband brought her into his lap instead, making her smirk. He said something lowly against her lips before they kissed, and whatever it was had her blushing as he playfully gripped her breasts before she moved from him shyly while grinning.

They kissed once more before he gestured for her to put her feet in his lap for a massage, resulting in all the women laughing due to remembering her comments about him offering massages at Banks’ party. He was trying to be sure he got some tonight.

The boys were confused by our laughter but not intrigued enough to ask, thankfully.

“Let’s play a game,” Analicia said, and the men groaned with their boring asses. “A grown-up game!”

“Don’t be groaning at my baby.” Bashar frowned.

“That’s right, Bashar!” Couture gave him his props.

“What game then, man?” Khari shook his head.

“Never Have I Ever.” She smiled evilly.

Everyone agreed, and we began asking questions, going around the circle. All of us had alcohol in our cups except for Anastazia and Presley.

“Never have I ever done anal,” Scotland said, of course.

“Hold up, you mean receiving or giving ’cause there’s a fucking difference,” Asif chimed in, eyeing Scotland suspiciously, while the brothers agreed with him, and the ladies and I doubled over in laughter. I laughed even harder seeing Lequay survey his wife with a hiked brow like she was crazy.

“Yeah, leave that other shit to Devante muthafuckin’ ass,” Unique said, and the room guffawed.

“My bad. I didn’t even think about that.” She giggled. “Okay, receiving for the girls and giving for the men.”

When all the ladies stayed put but the boys sipped their drinks, we all shouted at them in disgust like children.

“Y’all are disgusting!” Couture shook her head, stating what all the girls were thinking.

“Ain’t my fault a freak ass girl offered the shit to me.” Khari shrugged and the brothers laughed. He whispered he was joking to his wife but she wasn’t buying it.

“That’s always how it go too,” Shakur agreed.

“Couple freaks.” Lequay said, ducking Scotland’s swing while Cemone agreed. We all rolled our eyes out of repugnance.

“In case y’all wondering, though, pussy is far better,” Asif said. His brothers nodded to affirm his statement.

Anastazia smirked up at him before leaning over for a kiss.

When the kissing kept on, Unique said, “Can y’all save that shit for later?”

“We are. I wouldn’t dare let you watch, even though I know you want tips, muthafucka,” Asif said, and the brothers instigated with their fists to their mouths and oohing.

“You gon’ be like me, Stazi,” Presley warned, and when Anastazia didn’t say anything, our jaws dropped.

“It happened in the Maldives, huh?” Scotland pointed.

“No comment.” Anastazia laughed. Asif was keeping quiet, but the subtle smile on his face told it all.

Yolani squealed lowly with excitement, making Scotland shoot her a look.

“Okay never have I ever eaten ass,” Presley said.

The boys groaned and drank while the ladies sat still. I slowly brought my cup to my lips in jest, making the boys’ eyes widen and lips part, while shouting in shock.

“Aye chill out!” Unique covered my cup to stop me from drinking as the room cracked up.

“Nigga I knew you was on that type of shit!” Khari shouted, not even knowing what he was talking about.

“The bro out here getting his ass munched.” Cemone shook his head in disappointment, extending the laughter in the room.

“Tell me you don’t be on all fours when it go down?” Khari asked, making Lequay and Asif say ‘uugggh’ like children.

My side was in pain at this point.

Every single one of us had tears in our eyes from laughing, except my husband.

“No but he does?—”

“Kabrina!” Unique barked and I threw my hands up as everyone continued chuckling.

“I’m just joking, y’all! For real!” I giggled but his brothers were still clowning him, believing or wanting to believe I ate his ass. I just kissed the side of Unique’s face as he pled his case, while the ladies gave me props for my joke.

“Nigga you too tall for that type of shit.” Shakur shook his head, shivering in disgust while laughing with us all.

“Man, I don’t even wanna play no more.” My baby shook his head and none of us could stop laughing or commenting.

The game continued on eventually, and then we started on another, which I didn’t even know the name of because I was getting too tipsy.

“Aight, who had the worst delusional ex or side ho?” Yolani inquired.

“This nigga right here.” Khari pointed to Lequay before she even finished the question.

“Me?” Lequay was shocked, pointing into his chest.

“Nigga, Teyaira spun off and ruined ’bout four muthafuckas’ lives,” Asif said, and the room howled in laughter and agreement. I couldn’t because I didn’t know.

“Real shit!” Cemone shouted.

“How?” Lequay frowned, and Scotland hit his arm. “I ain’t saying she didn’t, love. I’m asking for clarification.”

“Fucked with you, then Scotland, then pranced and twirled onto Shakur and Presley. Nigga, she going down in history,” Bashar explained.

“Nigga, you the last one who need to be talking!” Lequay said to his brother.

“Least Nixi only fucked with him and left us the fuck alone,” Cemone said.

“In his defense, I contributed to her fucking with me and Presley,” Shakur interjected, and Khari waved him off.

“Nah, nigga. Lequay should’ve bodied her ass when she started spreading rumors. Plus, you was under twenty-five at the time, ya brain wasn’t working right, so it don’t count,” Khari explained.

“You right, but fuck you, nigga,” Lequay said, causing us all to crack up.

We drank some more, ate some snacks, and then it was time to retire.

Scotland and Couture tried to say since they were the oldest of all the ladies that they got dibs on the hot tub with their husbands first, but we nipped that in a bud. Instead, we put our names in a color wheel and let it spin. I won, surprisingly.

I was tired but feeling good. Being here helped me temporarily forget about AJ and Zosia ruining my launch day. Earlier though, before the men joined us, the ladies promised they would help me. I didn’t truly know how since they’d done enough by posing for my website pictures, but I would just accept whatever help they planned to give.

I changed into my bathing suit that I was glad I brought, thanks to Analicia’s text, then Unique and I went to the hot tub on the balcony.

“How you feeling, love?” he asked, pulling me into his lap so that I was straddling him.

“Great.” I simpered before kissing him. “I love you, and I love your family.”

“I love you too.” He kissed my neck, massaging my ass in the warm water. “Next week, Audrey and I are gon’ finalize my statement about Tamira. Told her I needed time to tell my mama beforehand.”

“Yes. Please, no more surprises for Lisara.” I smiled, admiring his handsome mug for a bit. “I’m happy you’re doing this. And see, I was right about her having done it plenty of times.”

Unique’s agent had found over ten other young actors that Tamira had used her power over for sexual favors, the youngest being fifteen, and he wasn’t the only one.

Unique was surprised, but I wasn’t, because once I knew she married her husband while she was thirty and he was nineteen, I figured she had no qualms about preying on underage men. Sadly, only about four of the ten that Audrey had found were willing to talk, and that was because their careers had gone nowhere. Unique was the only one who still had a career that was willing to go against someone like Tamira.

“I know, but I ain’t think she was for real doing the shit to teens.” He looked off into the snowy grass and trees before we regained eye contact.

“I knew.” I pursed my lips, making him smirk sexily, his white teeth digging into his plump bottom lip. “But I want you to know how brave you are for not letting her intimidate you like some of the others.”

“What I get for that?” He kissed the swell of my breasts.

“What do you want?” I asked against his mouth once he lifted his head before we began to kiss.

Reaching down, he tugged my panties to the side and began toying with my clit before using his other hand to untie my bikini top.

“Shit, KK,” he groaned, my nipple in his mouth as he broke through my entrance.

I was paralyzed feeling him invade my walls with his lengthy, thick dick while he moved back and forth between each nipple. Most times I couldn’t take him twice in one night, but he claimed we’d work on it.

“Mm.” I whimpered once I hit the base of him. My walls throbbed around his shaft as I sat on it, trying to adjust, before Unique slowly moved me up and down.

We moaned in sync as he guided me until I was able to take control myself, riding him as he moved between kissing my lips and sucking my nipples.

I hit my peak, raining down on him and causing us both to groan, before he hugged me to his chest and started to slam me up and down his dick. I could no longer keep my moans quiet, and it was feeling too good for me to care about everyone hearing the dick down I was receiving. And there was no question that they could hear me.

After rendering me silent with two more earth-shattering orgasms, Unique finished as well.

“Now we can’t use the hot tub, you nasty muthafuckas!” Khari hollered from somewhere.

Unique and I could only chuckle through pants before we pecked slowly.

My husband and I ventured back inside of the cabin once we caught our breaths, to shower then brush our teeth before bed.

I didn’t feel as bad about our semi-public sex session as the night went on, because I could barely sleep due to all the damn headboard banging throughout the whole house.

And whatever brother was in the room above us was tearing his wife up in a great way, her moans and whimpers coming through the walls and floors.

* * *

THE NEXT EVENING…

As I stepped out of the shower, I could hear mostly everybody downstairs having dinner. The kids had gone to sleep, so I wanted to clean up before we ate whatever the hired chef prepared for us for the night.

“There she is!” Bambi, who had joined us, called out.

I smiled, sitting down next to Unique and filling my plate up as everyone conversed about random shit.

All day, I’d been trying to listen closely to the ladies’ voices so I could know who was getting smashed to smithereens above us last night. I guess I would just have to see who went to that particular room.

Halfway through dessert, bright ass lights shone through the front of the cabin, signaling that a car was pulling up.

“You invited somebody?” Khari looked to Bambi.

“Hell no.” She threw her hands up in mock surrender.

The men all rose, going to the front of the cabin to open the door and see who it was. Us being nosy, we followed, and when I saw a familiar truck running, I frowned, trying to recall who it was.

“Daisy, what the fuck is you doing?” Unique spat, irritation laced throughout his handsome face.

Hopping out of the car in a snow outfit like she was here to stay, she said, “I came here to tell you I love you and can’t live without you.”

“Bitch, are you serious?” I barked as everyone stood on the lengthy L shaped porch watching.

“Anyway,” she cut her eyes away from me, “I got my act together and?—”

“Daisy, take yo’ ass on. I’m not even ’bout to get amped up. Shit is a done deal, and I would hate to have to put yo’ ass in the fucking dirt over yo’ antics,” Unique stated calmly but exasperated.

“Before you go, though, I need that from you,” Anastazia called out, making Daisy look her way.

“Girl. Don’t get embarrassed in front of your people. I’m not the one.” Daisy chuckled as Anastazia came down into the snow where she was.

“You know what’s funny? You were on that yacht during the proposal, fanning out and complimenting me like the weirdo bitch you are when you wanted to fuck my nigga the whole time,” Anastazia replied.

The brothers’ comments and the girls and my laughter only angered Daisy.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t trying to fuck him.” She waved Anastazia off and started for her car. But when she opened the door, Anastazia closed it back. “I’m gonna give you one more chance to go back in the house before I embarrass you.”

“You gonna swing first, or should I just beat your ass?” Anastazia asked calmly.

Everyone was on edge watching, but I could tell Asif wanted to intervene. However, he let his wife do her thing for now.

Daisy scoffed, opened her door, and tried to climb in, but Anastazia grabbed her by her hair, yanking her from the vehicle with inhumane strength.

“Told you, women who don’ gave birth got Hulk strength,” Cemone commented just as Daisy hit Anastazia in the face in retaliation.

After that, the fight had begun with Anastazia throwing all fists, hammering Daisy’s face. I noticed the latter clawing and trying to grab Anastazia’s hair once she realized she wasn’t fast enough to block and hit, but Anastazia had smartly clipped it up.

They moved in circles, Daisy getting the occasional scratch or hit in, but she was no match for Anastazia who didn’t seem to get tired or lose her momentum. Once one fist pulled back, the other was in its place, forcing Daisy to tackle her to the floor with her hefty ass.

As she hovered over Anastazia, she punched but missed as Anastazia kneed Daisy hard as hell in the pussy then gripped a handful of Daisy’s hair and shoved her face into the snow forcefully, making her cry out from the pain.

“I ain’t know that shit worked on females!” Unique hollered in surprise as Daisy gripped her vagina with both hands before falling over, wincing.

“You fake ass, hating ass bitch!” Anastazia barked.

From there, she straddled Daisy, raining repeated blows on the girl’s face. Daisy was trying to hit her back, but her blows were too weak and uncoordinated, landing in foolish places like Anastazia’s collarbone.

“This a good ass fight,” I heard one of the ladies say, but I couldn’t tell who because I was too tuned in. I’d planned to get at Daisy for her antics, but I was happy I hadn’t, or we wouldn’t have gotten this shit.

Anastazia was hammering Daisy’s face repeatedly to the point where Asif had no choice but to go pick his wife up. I think he didn’t want her to catch a murder case.

Blood was in the snow as Daisy woodenly climbed to her feet, hollering, “Let’s go again… bitch!”

Blood covered her teeth, and the only thing on Anastazia was a scratch on her cheek. Daisy spit a wad of blood into the snow, throwing her fists up to fight.

“Bitches always want another round when they lose!” Scotland shouted.

“Come here.” Anastazia waved for her to come on, trying to get down from her man since Asif had thrown her over his shoulder and was carrying her off. “Let me get her ass again—Ah!” She screeched because Asif had bit her ass.

“You did enough, crazy ass girl,” he stated as his brothers laughed while she caressed her butt cheek.

Daisy ran toward the couple in hopes of getting Anastazia, but when Asif made an about face, that scared her enough to halt her moves. His imposing height and build, plus the scowl on his face was enough to give a person nightmares.

“You hit this one and you gon’ be a muthafuckin’ hashtag by the end of the week, love. Don’t play with me when it come to mine,” he spat before swaggering back inside and leaving Daisy speechless.

“Sif, be careful! She shoot and fight!” Unique shouted to his brother.

“You can’t be fighting like that with my baby in you, love. And she don’ put a scratch on that perfect ass face,” Asif grumbled just before we heard Anastazia murmur something like she was apologizing, kissing, and then the front door closing.

“I really don’t want you now. You ain’t undefeated no more.” Unique shrugged as he stared at Daisy, and everyone outside laughed, even me.

I noticed her eyes was shut now and looked painful.

With her tail tucked between her legs, she spit out another glob of blood before getting back into her car, reversing at a high ass speed, and driving off.

“How the fuck she even know we was here?” Lequay quizzed irritably.

“Somebody’s social media, I’m sure.” Unique looked at all of us ladies accusingly. We of course played dumb, but he was right. We’d been drinking—some of us—and posting like crazy.

“She kneed that bitch in the pussy. I’m gon’ have to use that one.” Scotland broke through the silence, and everyone cackled as we went back into the cabin.

“Shit, me too. Next time one of them hos get smart with me, I’m gon’ grip her muthafuckin’ shoulders and send my knee up into her got damn uterus.” Unique did the move to an imaginary woman.

That caused everyone to erupt into laughter as we took residence up on the couch in the living room of the cabin.

Another day of these crazy people keeping my mind off the bad shit.