Page 37 of Only Fans

@ R eggie

“Who the fuck is Deja, Reggie! And don’t fucking lie to me!”

“Hold up, what’s going on?”

“Some rude ass bitch named Deja just left damn the room,” Tatiana began, causing my heart rate to increase.

“What did she want?”

“She wanted your ass obviously! At first, I thought it was one of the hotel workers, but she said some shit that alluded to y’all two fucking around. Who the fuck is she?”

“First off, calm down. I’m not fucking Deja, and she’s Brandi’s sister. Whatever slick shit she may have said was probably because it shocked her to see another woman in my shit. It’s not even what you think.”

“Hmph, well, she made it seem like y’all had something going. I guess it makes sense for her to respond like that being that she’s your baby momma’s sister.”

“Look, I gotta head down to the kitchen. They textin’ me about a cater event for later tonight. When I’m done, I’ma come to the room so we can talk some more. Until then, get that thang ready. I’ma need me some more of that.”

“Oh, my goodness! All you think about is fucking.”

“That’s a good thing though, right? It would suck if I thought that pussy was trash, wouldn’t it?”

“Bye, Reggie. I’ll see you when you get to the room.”

Just as I hung up from Tatiana, here came Deja huffing and puffing fast walking down the hallway toward the front entrance. She was obviously upset, and I was confused as to why. At first, she tried to play like she didn’t see me, but that was bullshit because we locked eyes.

“Aye, man, what’s up?” I asked Deja as I walked up to her. “What you doin’ up here?”

“You are really one piece of shit.”

“Damn it, man!” I chuckled, taken aback by her attitude. First Tatiana cursed me out and now here she was with her bullshit. “The fuck you mad for? Stop actin’ like you don’t know what this is. Why you didn’t call or text me to let me know you was comin’ up her?”

“Cause you haven’t been returning my calls or texts, jerk!”

“Come on, let’s go have a talk. This ain’t the place for you to be actin the fool. I know you don’t care, but this is my place of business. You know I don’t do drama here.”

“There’s really nothing for us to talk about. Who you need to be talking to is that youngin’ in your office! So, that’s how you doin’ things now, playa! She didn’t even have the decency to answer your office door with clothes on. How fucking tacky is that!”

“You really pissed!” I laughed.

“Ain’t a damn thing funny! Fuck you, Reggie!”

“Aye, come here, Deja!” I called out as she turned and acted like she was about to walk off. “Why you here for?”

“Never mind now. It’s not even all that important for me to tell you anymore. Now that I see how trifling you are. You deserve everything you got coming your way, buddy!”

“Ouch! You big mad!” Taking her by the hand, I made a surrender gesture. “Come on, man, don’t act like that. I think I know what your problem is.”

“Fuck you, Reggie! You don’t know shit! Trust and BELIEVE you don’t know a damn thing.”

“I know you done said fuck me twice, and you tryna make it sound like you know something that I don’t. Since you done drove all this way here, why not stop buggin’ out causin’ a scene and shit and just tell me what’s up.”

Taking her by the hand I led the way to the opposite end of the hotel that Tatiana was on.

I didn’t want to take the chance and run into her while I was with Deja.

Making it to one of the vacant rooms I occasionally used to meet up with women, I made sure to pick one in an area that was secluded.

As soon as we went inside, I locked the door then grabbed Deja by the neck.

I didn’t squeeze tight in a way to hurt her I just applied the right amount of pressure to get my point across.

Taking my free hand, I grabbed her camel toe that was sitting pretty as fuck in the tight ass, pale pink yoga pants she had on and started groping and rubbing on it.

At first Deja was tense, but after I grabbed her by the neck her body had begun to relax.

Deja loved to be man handled and rough housed by a man.

Getting choked while having sex was her thing.

She was the one that introduced me to that type of sexual activity.

When I grabbed her by the neck that was my way of letting her know I knew she needed some dick.

Her body language let me know she was ready to oblige.

Needless to say, I gave Deja exactly what she came for.

I had her damn near crying tears as I blew her back out like I had a point to prove.

She liked it rough, so I made sure to give that ass a good taggin’!

Deja’s sex game was straight, but it was no match to Tatiana’s sweet, tender pussy.

Being that I had been getting blessed with an endless supply of wet snatch from Tatiana, I could have really gone without fucking Deja, but she needed the dick.

We went two rounds then I jumped in the shower to wash the scent of our sex off.

The last thing I needed was to go back to my suite smelling like another woman’s pussy.

Once I had gotten out of the shower, Deja was fixing her hair in the bathroom mirror. While I dried off, she hopped in the shower. From there a conversation ignited that pissed me smooth off.

“You still never told me what you needed to talk about. What does it have to do with?”

My interest was piqued something serious the more I thought about what it was that Deja needed to tell me.

The fact that her attitude needed adjusting had me lowkey afraid that she was going to say that she was pregnant.

I figured, whatever it was, it had to be something extremely important for her to drive over an hour to tell me.

“Oh, about that,” she began. “I need to tell you something very important. I’ll admit firsthand, it’s really not my place to be telling you. The fact that it’s something that I think you NEED to know is making it harder and harder for me to contain.”

“Please don’t tell me yo ass pregnant.”

“What? God no, fool! I’m not pregnant, but it has something to do with someone who is.”

I was now halfway dressed as Deja came prancing out of the shower wrapped in one of the hotel drying towels. The look that adorned her face gave me all types of messy vibes, but she had my full attention.

“Just gone ahead and say whatever it is you gotta say. Stop beatin’ around the bush and get to the damn meat and potatoes.”

“Inpatient much?”

“Man whatever!”

“Okay, let me stop playing with you. My sister shared with me that the baby may not be yours.”

“What? What baby?”

“The baby she’s pregnant with, dumbass!”

“Deja, gone on with all that man. Don’t bring my shorty into this shit, that’s not cool. You foul as fuck for that.”

“I’m foul? Wow! Nah nigga, my sister is the one that’s foul. I didn’t do shit but bring you the truth because I felt you needed to know.”

It felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. “Whose baby is it and why hasn’t she said shit to me about it? When did she come to this revelation?”

The shit had me hot, but I did my best to not completely lose my cool. Deja was right, it wasn’t her fault she was just carrying a bone and being messy with it. My anger was toward Brandi.

“She was going through one of her depressive moments and the lack of affection and attention from you had her really down bad. When she had that false labor gas pain scare, I really thought she was about to go into labor. I got so excited and posted on my Facebook that I was about to be an auntie or some shit, and Brandi lost it on me.”

“Why would she lose it on you? You didn’t know it was a false alarm.”

“She was pissed that I posted about her pregnancy period. The dude she might be pregnant by and I are mutual friends on Facebook. I actually used to date his brother. When he saw my post, he hit her up about the baby being his and she took that shit out on me.”

“I know you got damn lying to me!”

“I’m dead ass serious. Had I known she had all of that going on I wouldn’t have posted shit.

I just felt that you needed to know. I mean, here we are being all secretive about what we have going on and the whole time she done did the most. I guess that’s another reason why I got so upset when that chick answered your door. ”

Deja continued to rant on and on about how surprised about how emotional she got when she saw Tatiana.

She was saying that she realized that she truly had deep feelings and possibly love for me because she felt protective over me.

When Brandi told her about her cheating, she felt like she needed to look out for me because she had feelings for me, and I was so blown away by everything revealed that I was standing there stuck and speechless.

Just as my luck would have it, my cell phone started going off back-to-back.

It was the receptionist desk calling about an NBA player checking in.

Whenever we had any professional athletes or celebrities checking in, it was mandatory that I was present to greet them upon arrival.

Deja knew that was routine and standard, so she gave me no problems with cutting our conversation short.

We said our good-byes with promises of me calling her later to finish our talk.

I hadn’t gotten the chance to ask who the dude was, and as I headed toward the reception area, I realized that part of me didn’t even really care.

For me, it was more about the principle of it than the fact that she cheated.

I couldn’t rightfully be pissed about her steeping out because I was really never all that faithful to her the duration we’d been fucking around.

The whole thing about the baby not being mine was what stung the most. One for certain and two things for sure was, if it came out that the baby wasn’t mine, Brandi’s ass would be dead to me.