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  NICETY

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Giving honor to God. He who is the head of my household.

  Thank you to my family; I will love

  you all until the end of time, you are the air that

  I breathe.

  To my friends; thanks for keeping me afloat

  when I thought I would sink.

  To my fans and many followers; I love you

  all more than words can say.

  Thank you for the love and support

  you deliver each day!

  DEDICATION

  I would like to dedicate this book to my family and my friends

  who supported my dream of becoming a published writer.

  They believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself years ago.

  I’m making you proud now! Also to my readers for

  without you there would be no me. I love you all!

  Special Shout outs to #TEAMNICETY, the bullets to my nine!

  I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart

  for always supporting me and making sure that I

  remained focused on the task at hand, which was getting

  your books to you on time. Laughing but dead serious.

  To my husband, the perfect verse over a tight beat.

  Thanks for being nothing more than you!

  **If I have forgotten anyone, know that

  I love you still**

  Table Of Contents

  Saturday, April 7th, 2012

  Friday, April 20th, 2012

  Monday, May 7th, 2012

  Wednesday, May 16th, 2012

  Thursday, May 31st, 2012

  Tuesday, June 5th, 2012

  Wednesday, July 4th, 2012

  Sunday, July 8th, 2012

  Saturday, April 7 th, 2012

  Violet

  The morning sun beat heat against my face as I felt the air being sucked out of me. My bony fingers gripped his hands hoping to pry them from around my neck. The more I scratched at his grip the tighter it became. He was sitting on top of my belly so I couldn't move but I kicked my legs for dear life.

  "Do you get the fucking picture now? Huh, bitch? I don't want you. I never wanted you. Just leave me and my fucking wife the fuck alone. Got it?" Adrial's voice bellowed as he leaned close to my ear.

  "Yeah, yeah baby," I mustered through my weakened throat.

  "Don't call me that. I'm not shit to you. From this point on, I don't even fucking exist." Adrial rose from my body slamming my head on the floor in the process.

  Like a fish out of water, I gasped for air. Coughing, spit spewed from my cherry red lips as I clenched my neck grateful for sweet relief. It was all happening so fast and yet I still felt nothing but love for him. It was hard for me to understand how a man could be so nice to me one day and then evil as fuck the next.

  He acted as if he wanted me so badly in the beginning. Telling me everything he knew would make me believe he was the perfect guy for me. But once I finally gave in to his advances, he treated me like shit. It all started when I expressed that I wanted him to be mine and only mine. It was only right that I wanted him to myself. Sharing a man was something that I didn't want for the long term.

  But now I realize that all he ever wanted was a fuck on the desk of his classroom. It was his ultimate fantasy and damn sure convenient for him seeing as though the security cameras weren’t working on that side of the building as usual. I was only a future fuck to him and nothing more. Too bad he didn't get it before I expressed my love for him and fucked up his head up about me.

  "What about all that shit you said to me? What about all the promises you made?" I said as I peeled myself up off the floor.

  "It's over, Violet. It's only been a month and we hadn't even had sex yet and already you're acting batty," He huffed as he paced the floor before mumbling to his self. "I swear I dodged a fucking bullet with this shit."

  "Dodged a bullet? Ain't that a bitch. You said I was everything you ever wanted in a woman. You said you loved my brains as well as my beauty." Tears streamed lines down my cheeks.

  "Woman? You're a damn freshman. You're not a woman, you're still a little ass girl. Only little girls would pull that shit you pulled with my wife. She doesn't need to know you and you both don't need to be friends, so inviting her to lunch was out of line."

  "Adrial, I just wanted to know what kind of woman she was so I would know what not to do with you. I would never try to break up your marriage," I lied.

  I actually invited her to lunch so she could feast her eyes on the five foot seven beauty with the thick waist and thicker thighs that would soon be keeping her man from her. She needed to know that my baby face, four hundred dollar weave that he paid for and plump, perky C cups were all he would know once he finally slid that big broad eleven inch dick into my virginity. I was like a dog in heat just trying to give it away. But love had to come first and that it did with Adrial.

  See he felt like he wanted to take it slow with me for a reason. Men who take it slow with women see themselves in relationships with them. And that's exactly what I was preparing her for, the moment when Adrial would be mine. And, he would be in due time. It would just take a little more time than I expected.

  This man was everything to me and had been since I started my freshman year at the University of Illinois at Chicago last fall semester. Originally, my major was undecided when I first got here but after seeing him teach my English 212 class, I changed my major to English so I could continue to have him as a professor.

  I loved men taller than me and at six feet he was just that. His scruffy goatee and low cut gave him a sort of Philadelphia look that made me so hot for him. At forty years old, he was one of the youngest professors on the campus, which made him all the more a hot commodity. But no other bitch would be able to rub on that dark chocolate skin or stare into those big brown eyes but me. He was all mine despite that bitch whose finger he put a ring on.

  "Man, Violet, you're scaring me girl. I don't know if I can trust you or not." He tried to rub the stress off his face.

  "Baby, you trusted me when you allowed me to slide my mouth down your dick in your Hummer every other night. Why am I good enough for that but I'm not good enough for anything else?" I crawled over to him planting myself on my knees in front of him.

  I threw the puppy dog eyes up at him filled with lust and desire. My pussy throbbed for him and yet I hadn't even had him yet or any man for that matter. I was just eager to give him my youthful pussy knowing that would lock him up and seal the deal with me. He would never want to leave me once he got the sweet taste of my tightness.

  "I didn't say you weren't good enough. But let's just back this thing off a bit. We've been seeing each other every other day for the past few weeks and I think it's time we give each other some space," his voi
ce was calm.

  "Whatever you say baby. Take all the time you need. Your pussy will be here waiting for you when you're ready for it." My tongue gently coated my lips while I shot him a sly wink.

  With a distraught look on his face, Adrial headed out of my dorm door focusing on each end of the hall before he exited completely. It was at that moment that I dreaded becoming a Resident Assistant opting not to have a roommate to live with. That roommate would've been my proof that he was here with me, that he was my man. I didn't give a shit about anyone seeing him cause in my eyes he was my man.

  His soul spoke to me on so many levels. Never before had a man talked to me, I mean actually talked to me like I was a real person with feelings and dreams. The only other guys I talked to were men willing to spend that cash to have me as a trophy or boys still trying to find themselves, being fresh out of high school and all. No, Adrial was all man and I couldn’t wait for the day he proved that to me. There was no need to be ashamed of our love and the sooner he realized that the happier we would be.

  I reached for my phone from of the nightstand searching through my phone book before dialing. “Good evening. Do you know that your man just left my place?”

  “Hello? Who…who he fuck is this? Quit calling my motherfucking phone with this shit.” Like always she hung up in my face.

  Angel

  “If my husband ever found out you fuck me hard like this on a regular, he would never be able to recover from that shit.” I whispered as I sucked lovingly on his ear.

  “Yeah well, I’m just doing my duty,” he huffed. “ He don’t know how to do this pussy like I do baby. Does he?”

  “Nope, he sure don’t baby.” I smiled.

  His dick penetrated me so roughly that I squeezed the shit out of his shoulders leaving a trail of nail marks. My legs wrapped around his waist as his large hands cuffed my ass cheeks propping me up against the kitchen pantry wall. I could hear the TV in the other room blasting loudly with the Bulls basketball game. As long as that game was on everyone would be glued to that screen, which meant we had another minute or two before someone came looking for us.

  “Cum on this dick, Angel. Cum for me baby,” Jay crooned in my ear before moving to sensually bite my neck.

  His wish was my command. My heart fluttered for this man. In the past six months he had become more important than life itself to me. His big brown eyes and cocoa brown skin made me melt every time I saw them. His broad shoulders and bulging chest sent my pussy pulsating in overdrive and when he touched me it felt like heaven. I knew this was the man I was destined to be with. He was mine and I was his regardless of how wrong the shit was.

  “Tell me you love me,” I murmured as I secreted my juices all on his dick.

  “I love you baby. You’re mine always,” he responded banging my pussy harder and harder before holding me close nutting all inside of me.

  Slowly, he lowered my legs to the floor and we quickly began to fix ourselves before returning back into the kitchen. I exited the pantry first snatching another bottle of mild Pace salsa from the shelf as my cover up. When the coast was clear I knocked on the door for Jay to exit as well. He winked at me before returning back into the living room while I remained in the kitchen pretending to fix another bowl of dip for the chips.

  As I slid the half full jar of salsa in the refrigerator, I was startled by Mika’s presence as I closed the door. My hand clutched my cami as she stood staring at me with leering eyes. Disregarding her look, I snatched a bag of plain Ruffles from the other counter before heading back to the island with the dip on it. She followed me standing so close I could smell the heavy amount of Bud Light on her breath.

  “What? Just say it,” I finally blurted slapping my hands on the counter as our eyes met.

  “You are a scandalous bitch. You know that right?” Mika shook her head at me folding her arms.

  “No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I mixed the salsa and cheese together with a spoon, focusing my attention away from her.

  “Your husband is in the other room, Angel, and you’re in here fucking his brother? Why would you do that to Vega? He’s a good man and you know it.” She cocked her head to the side curling her lips. “Why his brother of all people, though?”

  I could read the disappointment through the cynical look in her eyes. My sister knew exactly when I was doing wrong and could always read right through my bullshit. Ever since we were kids we had that connection since we were so close in age, her being twenty seven and me just twenty four. I wanted to lie to her and tell her that nothing was going on but I knew she wouldn’t go for that either. As much as I wanted to keep my affair to myself, I knew it would feel better to get the shit off my chest.

  “Girl, Vega and I haven’t been right since we got married last year. Ever since he threw that pre-nup in my face I felt like he never trusted me. Besides, after the honeymoon he started working these crazy hours at the hospital. It was the beginning of me barely seeing him anymore.” I lowered my face to the counter drawing back in all the feelings of abandonment I’ve felt since becoming Mrs. Vega Smart.

  “Bitch, he is a OB/GYN. A baby could be delivered at any given time and he would have to be there. He’s providing you with a lifestyle any woman would be lucky to have. Angel, your ass is crazy.” Mika shook her head at me once more. I knew she was a little jealous that I was able to pull a doctor so fast and she was stuck with her mediocre baby’s daddy.

  We were built the same and could have been mistaken for twins. We had fat juicy asses niggas lusted over our big full sets of tits to match. Our hair stayed laid as we got it done every Saturday by our cousin who owned a shop in Bellwood. We worked out from time to time to keep our bodies right and never put any poisons in our bodies like drugs or processed foods. But Mika lacked something I always had, confidence. Niggas smelled it a mile away. After having a son five months ago and gaining a little bit of weight, she had lost most of her confidence.

  “You asked me to introduce you to one of the single ones at my job and here it is you snagged a good one and this is what you do? Angel, we came from shit. He’s your ticket to being set for life. What the hell are you doing?”

  “I don’t know, Mika. Vega just hasn’t been giving me what I need lately,” I sighed.

  “And Jay has?”

  “Yes. Six months ago he came over to drop off some money he owed Vega and caught me crying. The man comforted me and held me so nicely that I just...”

  "Fell on his dick?"

  "No, Mika. It's so much more than that with Jay. It's deeper. He takes care of me in ways I've never experienced before." I bit my lip just thinking about him.

  “Angel, honey that nigga is a damn used car salesman who has three different baby mommas and barely an education. Not to mention he just got out of jail eight months ago for God knows what. Is that the kind of man you want?”

  “Your man has been a car porter at that dealership for over two years with no signs of advancement in sight. So what does that matter? Besides, he’s the one who got Jay the job up there.” I was a bit annoyed at her attempt to belittle Jay’s profession. “And, if you ask me, David should think about finding a better job to provide for his family since you have that baby now.”

  “Yeah, but I knew him from back in the day and when I saw him again he was already working there so I can't knock him for that. And, he's looking for another job. Besides, it doesn’t matter because at least he’s my man and not a possibility on the side,” Mika grunted tossing a chip in her mouth.

  “Damn, Mika. Why does it always have to be that way with you?”

  “Look baby sis, I’m not trying to judge you or rain on your parade and shit. But it’s damn hard to find a fine ass black man these days especially one with a good job and education. Then to have one who’s not selling dope to get his dough, girl you fucking up. Look at you. You’re set for life, bitch. You rock Gucci and Prada, go shopping when you want, live in this big ass house in Barrington, and d
rive a fucking Benz. We grew up in squander in Englewood on the South side of Chicago before momma died. We barely had any food or heat. Hell, I’m living in a shit hole now struggling. Do you really wanna go back to that?”

  “I’ll never go back to that.” I chucked my chin to the 9-foot ceiling, realizing she was so right. "And, you choose to live in that hell hole because your fucking man is too cheap to pay for a better apartment for his family."

  I hated to throw that in her face but it was real. She was right. I was lucky as ever. The average home sale price for real estate in Barrington was well over $700,000, but the area was dotted with a number of multimillion-dollar houses. Some of the higher-end properties were amazingly custom-built estates on sprawling grounds with outdoor swimming pools and landscaped yards, much like our five bed, three bath home. I was damn lucky to have snatched Vega up when I did since sharing a small apartment with my sister wasn’t cutting it.

  Once she got the CNA job at Northwestern Memorial two years ago, I begged her to no end to hook me up with one of the smokin’ hot doctors up there. I knew I could slide my thick five foot, five inch frame up against one of them bad boys. I held down an average C cup but no man needed more than a mouthful with all the ass I was dragging. Besides, my wide hips would be the ticket to set my lazy ass up for life. That’s exactly what Vega did for me.

  I was at the nurse’s station pretending to talk to Mika when he rounded the corner and locked eyes with me. Once he melted me with his sexy ass smile, I knew I had him. Vega was five foot nine, with athletic build and exuded a confidence that made my pussy drip every time I looked at him. His bronze skin was as soft as cream. I had to have him. No longer did I have to slave away at Best Buy to make ends meet while going to school for nursing.