My Baby Is a West Coast King by Shvonne Latrice

Author:Shvonne Latrice [Latrice, Shvonne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Leo Sullivan Presents
Published: 2017-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five: Laine

I was inside of Mischief’s shower, upset that I’d accidentally brought an empty Olay soap bottle with me over here. Now I had to wash off with his manly ass shower gel, but since it was some natural stuff by Burt’s Bees, it wasn’t too strong. And although it smelled really good, I enjoyed my stuff and wish I’d brought it.

After rinsing all the soap off, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around me so I could spray on some body oil. Once I was finished, I brushed, flossed, and rinsed, before using my face scrub.

“Fuck are you even doing in there?” Mischief yelled from his bedroom. I just laughed as I stepped out, still in my towel.

“It takes time to look as good as me,” I smirked, walking into his bedroom and dropping the towel to reach for my panties.

“No it doesn’t. You’re naturally beautiful, so whatever the fuck you’re doing in there can be cut out.” He slipped his socks on and then his Nike Roshe sneakers.

I loved how simple his style was. He mainly wore red, black, white, or a combination of those colors. And his outfits usually consisted of a t-shirt or polo, hoodie or bomber jacket, dark colored jeans, a cap, and some type of clean sleek sneaker with black jewelry, and one small gold chain that stayed tucked. His cologne was always sweet, clean, yet manly. I just liked everything about him.

“Maybe I’m a man and needed to tuck a few things before I came out here,” I joked, pulling my spaghetti strapped dress over my head.

“Nah, that pussy gets too wet, you definitely ain’t no man. And where the fuck is ya bra at? I can see that you got ya damn titties pierced.” His brows were furrowed.

“The straps are too thin for a bra, baby.”

“So you just gon’ walk around with ya friends with ya titties out, letting niggas look at what’s mine like you single or some shit?”

Smiling, I replied, “They’re not out, Mischief. The piercings are just poking through.”

“Well, when you figure out how to cover that shit up, then you can leave.” He said it so calmly as he texted on his phone, that I knew he was dead serious.

“I have to go buy some nipple guards from the pharmacy. What’s the closest one?”

“CVS. Come on, I will take you.” He walked past me out of the bedroom, so I grabbed my purse and phone before following him.

“No, I have to pick Erynne up from the airport, so I will stop by CVS and get them myself…”

I just stopped talking because he’d already pulled the door open, and was waiting for me with a stale expression on his face, so I knew my words were entering one ear and leaving out of the other.

We made it downstairs, but instead of going towards his car on the street, we went into the back parking area and up to an all-black Crown Victoria with illegal tint and shiny rims, just like his Impala.

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