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  NAUGHTY 3:

  IT’S JUICY, NO MATTER

  HOW YOU SLICE IT

  BRENDA HAMPTON

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  1 - JAYLIN

  2 - SCORPIO

  3 - NOKEA

  4 - JAYLIN

  5 - SCORPIO

  6 - NOKEA

  7 - JAYLIN

  8 - SCORPIO

  9 - JAYLIN

  10 - NOKEA

  11 - SCORPIO

  12 - JAYLIN

  13 - NOKEA

  14 - SCORPIO

  15 - JAYLIN

  16 - NOKEA

  17 - SCORPIO

  18 - JAYLIN

  19 - NOKEA

  20 - SCORPIO

  21 - JAYLIN

  22 - NOKEA

  23 - SCORPIO

  24 - JAYLIN

  25 - SCORPIO

  26 - NOKEA

  27 - JAYLIN

  28 - SCORPIO

  29 - NOKEA

  30 - JAYLIN

  31 - SCORPIO

  32 - JAYLIN

  33 - NOKEA

  34 - JAYLIN

  Copyright Page

  1

  JAYLIN

  BUSTED was written all over my face. I stood between Scorpio, the woman I loved, and Daisha, the woman I desired for the moment. When Scorpio reached up and tried to punch me again, I quickly grabbed her wrist to stop her. I wanted to mess her up, but since I knew I was wrong, I pulled her inside of Daisha’s house and comforted her in my arms. Daisha walked by us, excusing herself. Scorpio didn’t say a word; she was numb. When I opened my mouth to apologize, she shoved me backward and abruptly walked off.

  I had some explaining to do to Daisha, so I stood in the doorway and watched Scorpio leave. Her eyes met with mine, and even though she hadn’t said much, I could tell exactly what her thoughts were. Obviously, she was tired of my bullshit.

  What in the fuck was I thinking, though? I tried to be the man Scorpio wanted me to be, but the news about Daisha being pregnant kind of messed up everything. I didn’t want to leave Daisha hanging, and as for my child, the thought of not having him or her in my life was bugging me.

  Fucking her last night was wrong and I knew it, but I couldn’t help myself. I ain’t never been the type of brotha to turn down no good pussy. Thing is, I didn’t know what Daisha wanted from me. By the looks of things, she must have thought I was ending it with Scorpio to be with her. Scorpio, though, had something that no other woman had, other than Nokea once upon a time, and that was my heart.

  Scorpio drove off in my Porsche and I closed the door, taking a deep breath. Daisha was sitting on the couch with her head on the armrest. I put on my clothes then sat next to her, holding her hand. Her eyes were watery, so I held her close to me for comfort. She laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes.

  “You still love her, don’t you?” she whispered.

  “I never stopped, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be a part of my child’s life.”

  “But what about what you said last night? You told me you loved me and said—”

  “Daisha, honestly, I can’t remember what I said. I was full of alcohol, stressed the hell out, and had no business coming here. Seeing you naked last night made me—”

  “Freaky as hell.” She laughed.

  “Okay, if you say I was, then I guess I was. I didn’t mean to mislead you in any way. I’m trying to deal with Scorpio and you being pregnant, and it ain’t easy.”

  Daisha sat up and her eyebrows rose. “You’re kidding me, right? Is she really pregnant too?”

  “Yep. I thought you knew, especially since y’all tried to set a brotha up this morning.”

  She shook her head from side to side. “No, sorry, but, uh, that’s not how it happened. When I pulled up, she was already outside.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. After I got out of my car, she came up and asked if you were here. Seeing how angry she was, I wasn’t about to lie to her.”

  Thinking about Scorpio, I stood up and felt my pocket for my keys.

  “I . . . I really need to go home and—”

  “Go handle your business, Jaylin. Whenever you have time, you and I need to talk. Soon. I told you once before I didn’t want to interfere, but I’m not going to allow you to run to me when things aren’t going smoothly at home. It’s not fair to me, nor will it be fair to your son.”

  I smiled at Daisha’s news. “So, it’s a boy, huh?”

  “Yes. A wiggly one at that.” Daisha took my hand and placed it on her stomach. It excited me to feel him move, so I sat back down and pressed my ear against her stomach.

  Daisha laughed. “What are you listening for?”

  I rose up. “I was listening to my son telling me what a wonderful mother he’s got; how much I should appreciate her for understanding me, and for not being mad at me for saying and doing what I did last night.”

  “Like I said before, we’ll talk later, okay? Besides, I kind of took advantage of the situation anyway.”

  “You did, didn’t you? If I don’t remember much about last night, I do remember you unzipping my pants and riding my thang like you did.”

  Daisha chuckled and held my hand as we walked to the door. Before I stepped outside, she rubbed her fingers in my curly hair and stared into my eyes. “I can’t wait to have our baby, Jaylin. I hope our son has your hair and beautiful gray eyes.”

  “If he belongs to me he will. In the meantime, take care of yourself. I’ll be back to see you soon.”

  I leaned forward to embrace Daisha, but she didn’t want to let go. She sniffled, and when I pulled away from her, I saw that her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears.

  “Damn, Daisha, you’re making me feel like shit. I said I was sorry, and—”

  She touched my chest and motioned for me to leave. “Trust me, it’s okay. I’m just emotional right now, but I understand that you have a critical situation to work through.”

  “Are you sure you understand? I mean, you have to know I never wanted to hurt—”

  She nodded. “I know. Just call me later, all right?”

  I gave her another hug and left.

  On the drive home, I thought about LJ, the son I already had, and how delighted I was to be having another one. He and LJ would be good for each other, and I would give them every opportunity to grow up together.

  I knew the whole situation wouldn’t sit right with Scorpio, and I pondered what I would say to her. I was sure she’d seen Daisha’s stomach, and my lie about Daisha being one of Stephon’s ladies wasn’t going to work. I figured she was probably already packed and on her way out with Mackenzie.

  Thinking about Scorpio taking off with Mackenzie, even though she wasn’t my biological child, I hurried, not wanting her to leave. When I pulled up, I was surprised to see my Porsche in the driveway. I was even more surprised when I walked into the kitchen and saw Scorpio at the kitchen table reading the St. Louis Post Dispatch with Mackenzie’s dog, Barbie, in her arms. She ignored me, so I sat at the table to get her attention.

  “Do you see the mark you put next to my eye?” I asked.

  She continued to focus on the paper. “Good. I wish I would’ve done more than that.”

  “Where’s Mackenzie and Nanny B?”

  “Gone.”

  “Do you know where?”

  She looked up and snapped. “To the grocery store.”

  “Cool, then we got time to talk, right?”

  She huffed and slammed the paper on the table. �
��About what, Jaylin? How sorry you are? How this shit is never going to happen again? Or maybe about how much you love me?”

  “Yeah, well, a li’l of that, but more so, you need to understand why I went to Daisha’s house last night.”

  “Oh, I see,” she said, raising her voice. “I need to understand why you’re out there fucking other women when I have sex with you almost every single day? Whenever! However! And wherever you want it! You have got some nerve coming in here telling me what I need to understand!” She pointed her finger at me, continuing to yell. “You’re the one who needs to understand that the bullshit stops here and now. There was no reason for you to do what you did to me last night, and I will never ever forgive your ass.” Scorpio tossed the newspaper on the floor and scooted her chair back. I grabbed her hand so she wouldn’t walk away.

  “Are you finished?” I asked casually.

  She snatched away. “Hell no! As a matter of fact, I’m just getting started.”

  “Well, let me know when you get finished so I can tell you what really happened. And if you leave before I can at least explain myself, then your loss, not mine.”

  “Leave? Uh-uh. I ain’t going nowhere. You dragged my butt out of Denver, gave me this . . . this bullshit-ass ring!” She pulled the ring off her finger and threw it at me. “So now you’re stuck with me, bastard! Remember, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health . . . and nothing, Jaylin Jerome Rogers, will keep us apart. So use me whenever you want—that’s all I’m good for. Your doormat I will continue to be, so feel free to step all over the woman you claim to love.”

  “Come on now, baby. I know you’re upset, but it ain’t even like that. If you would just listen, I’m sure you’d understand.” Scorpio folded her arms and tapped her foot on the floor. “Would you at least sit down?” I asked politely.

  She rolled her eyes and plopped down in the chair. I shamefully lowered my head and then looked over at her pretty self sitting close to me. Her long hair was resting on her left shoulder, her light skin had a silky glow to it, but her seductive eyes were red and swollen from all the tears that had fallen. Never seeing her react so coldly toward me, I rubbed up and down her shapely legs and then placed my hand on the side of her face. She sat motionless, and when I leaned in to kiss her, she turned her head.

  “Don’t try to manipulate me, nigga. Just get to the point,” she yelled.

  I quickly backed up. “Nigga? You have got to be out of your motherfucking mind disrespecting me like that. Now, I’ve sat here and listened to you go on and on, but I will fuck you up, Scorpio, pregnant or not. I understand your pain, but I will not be called a nigga by my own woman, especially if she ain’t one hundred percent black her damn self. Either you’re gonna sit here like you got some sense and listen to what I have to say, or we can have this discussion some other time. The choice is always yours.”

  She scooted the chair back and got up. Before she pushed the kitchen door open, she turned to me. “I’m in no mood for one of your pep talks. And how dare you talk about respect? What a joke.” She walked out.

  “You’re damn right I want respect,” I yelled out. “As long as you’re in this—my damn house, you’d better remember what the definition is!”

  I was pissed off, but at the same time, I tried to understand how hurt Scorpio was. Thing is, though, I wasn’t going to walk around my own house being miserable. As far as I was concerned, if she was that unhappy, then she could leave until things cooled off. I had much love for her, but if she didn’t want to listen to what I had to say, what else could I do?

  I sat in the kitchen for a while and came to the conclusion that maybe I was wrong. Scorpio was dealing with a lot too, and it was time for me to put the shoe on the other foot. I went upstairs to my room and saw Scorpio lying across the bed, looking at the plasma TV on the wall. Barbie was in bed with her.

  I stood in the doorway and cleared my throat. “Now, you know I don’t play that. Please get the dog off my bed.”

  “You don’t say nothing to Mackenzie when she puts—”

  “Scorpio! Put the damn dog on the floor before I—”

  Scorpio put Barbie on the floor and she ran up to me. I picked her up and took her into Mackenzie’s room. I placed her on her doggy bed beside Mackenzie’s bed and rubbed her. I told her to stay, and then hurried back to my room. The shower was on, so I went into the bathroom and sat on top of the Jack and Jill sinks to watch Scorpio wash herself.

  Moments later, she turned around and noticed how mesmerized I was by looking at her body and her barely poked-out belly that had my baby inside. It was evident that she tried to cover up her tears by allowing the water to fall on her face. I felt terrible. There was no justification for what I had done. I wanted—no, I needed her to understand how sorry I really was. I stared back at her, closing my eyes to fight back my own hurt. When she pushed the glass doors open, I hopped down from the counter. She didn’t come out, so I stepped inside of the shower with her, fully clothed.

  “Why do you keep doing this to me?” she said while pounding her fist against my chest.

  I held her in my arms and kissed her forehead. “I didn’t intentionally try to hurt you. I love you, baby, and you have got to believe me when I say that.”

  As her body trembled, I squeezed tighter. I lifted her chin and placed my lips on hers. She accepted my kiss. Wanting to make love to her, I hurried out of my wet clothes. I backed her against the wall and she held on tightly around my neck. I lifted her, and when she straddled my hips, we stood full of emotions while looking into each other’s eyes.

  “Baby, I don’t know what is wrong with me,” I admitted. “I . . . I need you. Please don’t think about leaving me. I promise you we’ll get through this, okay?”

  “Whatever you say, Jaylin. It’s whatever you say.”

  I slid myself inside of Scorpio and felt relieved. She closed her eyes, leaned her head to the side, and sucked in her lips. As I worked her insides so well, she lowered her legs and turned around so I could work her from behind. Trying to show her how much I wanted her, I massaged her butt cheeks apart, got on my knees, and licked her from front to back. She shook all over, and as I was all into it, it seemed as if she still couldn’t stop crying. I was hurt too, but damn. Her being so emotional kind of messed up my mood.

  The sex was over before it got started. I turned off the water and sat on the seat inside of the shower. I held Scorpio’s hands as she stood in front of me.

  “Are you going to forgive me?” I asked. “If not, let me know now. I still have something I need to tell you, and once I do, I hope like hell that we can move on.”

  She loosened her hands from mine and left the shower. As she reached for a towel in the closet, I took it from her and wrapped both of us in it. Scorpio stood motionless with her head against my chest, not saying a word. Maybe reconciling with her was going to be more difficult than I thought, but there was no way in hell I would accept losing her.

  2

  SCORPIO

  Words couldn’t express how hurt I was. I’ll be the first to admit that Jaylin’s good loving, along with his smooth talking, had me all messed up. He had no idea how much he had broken me down, and I was doing everything in my power to stay strong.

  After we had sex in the shower—and that’s all I seemed to be good for—I stayed the night in one of the guestrooms. The nanny who took care of all of us, Nanny B, came in to check on me, but I told her I needed some time alone. She told me that when I was ready to talk, she’d lend me an ear. Thing is, I was devasted about Jaylin going back to the playboy he was, and I didn’t quite know where to turn or what to do.

  For months, I had a private detective keeping an eye on Jaylin. Before I decided to go through with our marriage, I wanted to be sure he was a changed man. So much for that. I was so glad that I hadn’t become his wife just yet. He was almost perfect—up until last night.

  When I called the detective, he had given me Daisha’s addre
ss, told me where I could find Jaylin. I couldn’t resist going.

  My heart ached when I saw his car parked outside of her house, but more so when I saw her get out of a car and noticed her swollen stomach. I knew he wanted to tell me the baby was his, but would he also be honest about what happened between them that night? Realistically, Jaylin spending the night with a woman and not having sex with her was impossible. I knew something had gone down, and frankly, I was too damn hurt to face the truth.

  I lay in bed gazing out at the blue sky, thinking about the control Jaylin had over me. Lying around and feeling sorry for myself had to stop. I’d never let any man upset me like this, and I couldn’t believe I allowed him to keep on doing it.

  By 9:30 A.M., I got out of bed and went into our bedroom to put on some clothes. Jaylin was still asleep, but when I opened the closet, he rolled over and looked at the alarm clock.

  “Where are you getting ready to go?” he mumbled.

  “Out.”

  “Out where?”

  “Somewhere. I don’t know.”

  He pulled the covers over his head. “If you’re not back by midnight, just make sure you call.”

  I ignored his comment, changed clothes, and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where Nanny B, Mackenzie, and Barbie were. Nanny B had breakfast on the table, while Mackenzie sat next to Barbie, rubbing her.

  “Good morning,” I said to Nanny B, then bent down to give Mackenzie a kiss on the cheek.

  Nanny B said good morning back, and so did Mackenzie. “Mommy, why did you sleep all day yesterday? Daddy said the baby needed some rest. Is that true?”

  “Yes, that’s right honey; it did.” I picked up a piece of toast. “I’m on my way to the doctor for a check up. Would you like to come with me?”

  “No, that’s okay. Nanna’s taking me to the toy store today. I’ll go next time.”

  “You promise?”

  “Yes, I promise.”

  “Scorpio, you need to eat a little bit more than toast, don’t you think?” Nanny B said.

  “I’m not hungry. Besides, I’m trying to watch my weight as much as possible.”