Naughty:

Book 0: Naughty

by Brenda Hampton

Genres: African American; African American Urban; African American Women's Fiction

Synopsis

Jaylin Jerome Rogers, an investment broker worth millions, lives a high-class life with plenty of women to share it with. Nestled in his lavishing home in Chesterfield, Missouri, he captures women with his wealth, charm, nine-plus inches of goodness, and amazingly good looks. Although his bed is never empty, his heart is. He feels nothing for the women who love him dearly and continues his search for the "perfect" one.

When Scorpio Valentino, an attractive, seductive, and charming woman saunters into his view, she offers Jaylin a life of altering changes. Her intention is to make his life a living hell; however, Jaylin is not about to take the fall. Surprisingly, soon, love presents itself. Not for the women in Jaylin's life, but he experiences love through becoming a father to Scorpio's five-year-old daughter, Mackenzie. She's his guardian angel and is there for Jaylin through the tough times he's bound to face.

Release date: January 10, 2013

Publisher: Urban Renaissance

Print pages: 352

Sample

Dinner was spectacular. Jaylin didn’t seem to be his usual self, but since work always seemed to occupy his mind, I didn’t push. No matter how tired he was, he almost always found time to make us dinner on Friday nights. I had offered to help tonight, but he wanted credit for the well seasoned porterhouse steaks and garlic potatoes.

I cleaned off the table and piled the dishes in the sink so I could wash them later. Jaylin went into his room to lie down because he insisted his head was banging. I peeked into his room to check on him, but instead of resting, he was on the phone. I knew he was probably talking to that bitch, Nokea. He always acted like she was his mama or something, and every time something tragic happened, he leaned on her shoulder. It bothered me a bit, but I wasn’t no fucking psychiatrist. I didn’t have time to listen to his drama. My job was to satisfy his physical needs, and that’s what I intended to do.

I went back into the kitchen and started on the dishes. Jaylin had a dishwasher, but he was a particular brotha. Real tidy. Neat as a pin. According to him, a dishwasher didn’t do the job he wanted it to do. He had to scrub the dishes himself to make sure they were sparkling clean. Why buy a fucking dishwasher if you ain’t gonna use it? Didn’t make sense to me. He said he bought it just to blend in with the other stainless steel appliances in his kitchen.

He wasted a lot of money, and rarely used many of the items in his house, like the silver pots that dangled above the black marble-topped island in the middle of the kitchen floor. Never been cooked in at all. When he made dinner for us, he had another set he used. The hanging set was just for show, just like the furniture that he traveled the world to find. We’d never eaten at his dinette set, and if you’d dare take a seat in one of the soft white leather chairs, he’d have a fit.

We ate in his bonus room, designed specifically for his guests. It had a theatre-sized TV, a pool table, and a cocktail bar with every kind of alcohol you can think of. There was also a mustard-colored leather sofa that surrounded the room. We used it for fucking when we couldn’t make it to his bedroom.

I dried the last plate and laid it neatly on the shelf. Soft music played on the intercom throughout the house, and I heard Jaylin open the kitchen door. When I turned, he stood naked, staring at me with lust in his eyes. The sight of his muscular body always weakened me, so I laid the towel on the counter to see what was on his mind.

“Jaylin, baby, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just came down to see what was taking you so long. My dick doesn’t stay hard all night, you know.”

With his hands, he tossed his dick from side to side and I watched it grow. No doubt, it looked delicious.

“I was just finishing up. Besides, I didn’t think you were ready yet. The last time I checked, you were still on the phone.”

“Well, I’m off now, so when you get finished in here, I got something waiting for you up there,” he said, pointing in the direction of his bedroom.

“I’ll be up in a minute. Keep my spot warm for just a few more minutes.”

Jaylin grinned and left the kitchen. I took a look at his tight, muscular ass and started to rush myself. Then I realized that if he came down later and saw something out of place, he’d throw a fit. I wasn’t in no mood to hear his mouth, so decided to take my time.

When I was finished, I slid out of my sexy red dress in the kitchen and dropped it on the floor. Then I left my black bra on the banister at the bottom of the staircase, and tied my black lace panties around the rail when I reached the top of the stairs. I removed my hair clip and let my braids fall down my back. I followed Jaylin’s scent to his room and opened the double tinted-glass doors.

Jaylin lay there asleep. He looked so handsome and peaceful I didn’t want to wake him. My pussy had other plans, so I eased onto his California king-sized bed and lay next to him. I rubbed my fingers across his thick eyebrows to straighten them and kissed his cheek.

He slowly opened his eyes. “What took you so long?” he mumbled.

“I came right up, but you had already fallen asleep.” By the time I finished speaking, his eyelids were already fading.

Friday nights were becoming a disappointment. Jaylin and I didn’t used to miss a beat when it came to sex, but for the last three weeks, he’d been tripping. He used to wake up just to lay it on me; it wasn’t like him to be too tired for sex. Something was wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I fell asleep thinking about what was troubling him, only to wake up later to the sound of his loud voice.

“Felicia!” I heard him yell from downstairs. “Felicia! Why is your dress in the middle of my damn kitchen floor? And your bra and panties have no place being where they are. You of all people know I don’t like that shit!” He stomped up the steps with my dress tightened in his hand.

“Damn, I’m sorry. But you ain’t gotta get all upset about it at three o’clock in the morning,” I said, standing naked at the top of the stairs. “It wouldn’t have stayed there all day because you know I gotta wear something home, don’t I? So what’s the big fuss?”

Jaylin didn’t say a word. He tossed my dress to me and cut his eyes, as if he wanted to tear me apart.

I wrapped my dress around my naked body and went back into his bedroom. I saw him bent over, while turning on the water in his Jacuzzi tub. I stood in the doorway and watched. Hot steam filled the bathroom, and after he stepped in the tub, he laid his head back on a contoured pillow.

“So,” I said, removing my dress from around me. “Would you like some company in there?”

“No, not right now.” He closed his eyes and appeared to be in deep thought.

“And, why not?” I asked with a slight attitude.

“Because, right now, I want to be alone. Before your mouth gets going, Felicia, I ain’t up for a bunch of questions. So, either go to bed, or leave. Preferably, the door awaits you.”

“Jaylin, look, I’m confused. What did I do to upset you tonight? I know the stock market is down but I don’t want to be dumped on because you’re losing your money.”

He ignored me, got out of the tub, poured himself a glass of Moët, and got right back in. I know he told me to leave, but I had no plans to do so. I got right back in bed and turned on the flat-screen TV on the wall in front of me.

I started to nod off, but then I heard Jaylin on the phone again. This time, it sounded like it was one of his boys, because I heard him say, “Man, she be tripping.” Since he was full of laughs and seemed to pick up a new attitude, I figured it had to be Stephon on the phone.

Stephon was cool. He wasn’t as devious or arrogant as Jaylin, but they did have a lot in common. They looked like brothers; other than Stephon being bald and dark chocolate, they still resembled each other in many ways. When it came to their bodies, I couldn’t tell which one was in better shape. Jaylin even treated Stephon like a brother. Bought him a barbershop in the Central West End, gave him half on the white 500-series BMW he drove, and recently gave him five grand to take this bitch he’d only known for two weeks on a cruise.

When I first saw Stephon, I considered getting with him, but by then, Jaylin had me hooked. Even Stephon’s sexy hazel eyes couldn’t sway me. But now that Jaylin was being difficult, maybe I should think twice.

Jaylin had the nerve to always call me cheap, but every time we went out lately, he was talking that “split the bill” crap. We could go through the drive-thru at McDonald’s and he’d be having his hand out, asking for half.

It didn’t used to be like that. I guess in the beginning, he did what he had to do to keep me; but now, if it wasn’t for the good loving he was putting down, I would’ve been gone. I’d had plenty of brothas, but nobody set me out like he did, especially if the stock market was booming and he was making money. Brotha be working this ass all night long . . . sucking me dry. And then, we’d wind the night down with a bottle of chardonnay. That’s the Jaylin I fell in love with. He’d better come out of this shell soon. If not, I would be looking for another brotha to give it to me like he used to. It would be tough, but sista gotta do what a sista gotta do!

I could hear the water running down the drain and watched Jaylin as he dried off. When he came into the bedroom, I pretended to be asleep. From the bottom of the bed, he lifted the satin sheets and crawled between my legs. I felt his thick lips kiss my thighs, and I trembled as his tongue lightly touched them. I interrupted him and lifted his head from between my legs.

“I thought you were anxious for me to leave.”

He let out a deep sigh. “Felicia, why don’t you just go? You’ve messed up my mood twice tonight, and my dick ain’t even excited anymore.” He moved next to me in bed.

“Would you like to talk about what’s troubling you? Your attitude really stinks.”

“I told you once I ain’t got time to talk. If you want to talk, call up one of your girlfriends. They’ll listen to you. All I was trying to do is get my fuck on. And since I can’t do that, see ya.” He turned his back to me and pulled the sheets over his head.

I’d had enough of Jaylin for one night, and put my dress back on. I grabbed my bra from the bottom handrail and jetted. I left my panties on the top stair for memories. Wasn’t no telling when I was coming back. I’d have to try him another day, a day when he wasn’t clowning like he was tonight. Knowing him, that day would probably be tomorrow.

Felicia knew she be bullshitting. If I could have just gotten that woman to pick up after herself, she’d be all right with me. At five in the morning, she left me horny as hell with a dick that needed some direction. It was times like this that I hated being intimate with only one woman, and that shit had to change.

Instead of being alone, I called Nokea to come over and keep me company. She was an early bird and didn’t mind coming over to see me. Before she got there, I slid in a porn movie and went to work on myself. Didn’t make no sense for a man like me to have to get off like that, but a brotha gotta do what he gotta do to keep himself happy.

The doorbell rang and I ran downstairs to get it. My baby was nice enough to come all the way over here to keep me company. She knew how much I hated being alone and would always come when I needed her to. I opened the door, and the smell of Nokea’s sweet perfume hit me.

“Thanks for coming, baby,” I said, giving her a tight hug.

“You sounded like something was wrong. Are you okay?”

“I’m cool. I had an awkward dream and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

“Well, I’m here. Do you want me to make you a drink or something?” she asked, walking upstairs to my bedroom. My mind left me for a minute as I visualized myself pounding the perfect little ass in front of me.

“I already had a drink before you came.”

“That’s not all you had before I came,” she said, picking up Felicia’s panties from the top handrail. “Who’s been over here, Jaylin?”

“Baby, you know I ain’t gonna lie to you; Felicia left not too long ago. She got upset with me because I didn’t feel like having sex. Don’t be upset. It ain’t nothing but a fuck thang,” I explained.

“Must you keep that trifling woman in your life? You act like you can’t go without sex. If I can go without, I know you can. I’m just not sure how much more of this I can take.”

“Don’t go giving up on us, all right? I got needs, baby, and it’s not that easy for me to go without sex. Since you’re saving yourself, I have to make other arrangements. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth.”

Nokea walked into my bedroom and pulled my Gucci sheets off the bed.

“Get me some clean sheets, Jaylin. I’m not going to lay my body on some sheets I know for a fact she laid on tonight.”

Without a fuss, I went to the linen closet and got some clean sheets so I didn’t have to hear Nokea’s mouth for the rest of the night. She lay next to me and didn’t say anything else about Felicia. As a matter of fact, she ended up falling asleep in my arms. I held her instead of her holding me, but I didn’t mind. I knew what I put her through was wrong, but I needed more than just Nokea.

The next day, I found what I was looking for. I was going through my normal Saturday-morning workout, lifting weights at the gym, and she walked in. She asked if I was using a towel that was neatly folded on the rail beside me.

“No,” I said, checking out her smooth, sweaty breasts as I handed the towel to her. “This towel is for anyone who needs to use it.”

“Then, I guess that’s me. I’m so exhausted from my new aerobics class and I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep up.” She wiped the dripping sweat from her curvaceous body and my eyes stayed glued to her. “So, what’s your name?” she asked.

“It’s, Jaylin... Jaylin Rogers. And yours?”

    “Scorpio Valentino.”

“Scorpio who? That’s an unusual name.”

“Valentino. My mother is black and my father is Italian.”

“Oh, I see,” I said while looking her over. She wasn’t the type of woman I normally dated, but I couldn’t deny my immediate attraction to her. Her eyes searched me over too. I’d seen that kind of look many, many times before. She wanted me between her legs, and I wasn’t about to walk away from this one. I interrupted while she was speaking.

“Say, uh, I need to get back to my workout. Would it be too much trouble if I asked for your number?”

“I guess not, but I prefer that you give me your number. I’ll call you.”

I watched her wipe around her belly ring right above the good stuff. She didn’t have a pen, so I whispered my number in her ear. She repeated the number to me and promised to call.

As she walked away, I watched her long, bouncing, curly hair move from side to side and her ass jiggle like it was calling my name. Now, that there was my kind of woman. She could definitely become number three in my life. And since she couldn’t keep her eyes off my chest and the big bulge in my pants, it was obvious she liked what she saw too.

I was thinking about having sex with Scorpio, until Stephon came out of nowhere and smacked the back of my neck.

“Man, that shit hurt,” I yelled.

“Fool, I saw you checking out that fine-ass woman with that bodacious body. I tried to grab her myself, but when I saw her step to you, I backed off. While you were lifting weights, I saw her staring at your ass like she wanted to come eat you alive.”

“She was pretty nice looking, wasn’t she? I gave her my digits. I hope she calls me tonight. I’d love to add those panties to my collection. If not, I’m gonna call and apologize to Felicia for last night and see if she’ll come shake a brotha down.”

“You know damn well she’ll come. That pussy got your name written all over it. She hooked, and I mean bad. Shit, sometimes I wish I had it like that. These knuckleheads I be going out with just be looking for a damn handout. When a motherfucker gonna start handing me some shit? That’s what I wanna know.”

“What happened to that chick you took on that cruise? I thought everything was cool with y’all.”

“Please. I got those panties on the cruise and that was it. When we came back, I had to let that ass go. Wasn’t worth your money or my time. Besides, she was married. Her husband came to my shop and tried to punk me. I had to call the police to get his crazy ass out of there. Wasn’t my fault he wasn’t sticking it to her like I was.”

“Damn, dog, that’s messed up. You be careful messing with those scandalous-ass women. What you need to do is step up to my zone—start requiring qualifications and setting rules when it comes to your women. Don’t just give your dick or your trust to anybody.”

“I thought one of your rules was to only date black women. That cutie who stepped out of here just a minute ago wasn’t black. She looked like she was mixed with something—if not damn near white.”

“Yeah, I know. But there has to be an exception when it comes to a woman that fine.”

“I hear you, my brotha, but don’t go breaking all the rules unless you wanna wind up like me—with crazy women who seek a provider.”

“Naw, dog. Never.”

Stephon headed to the barbershop and I headed to Victoria’s Secret at the Galleria to find Felicia something nice to make up for last night. I also picked up a dozen red roses at Schnucks in Ladue just to make her feel extra special. It wasn’t often that I did nice things for Felicia, but after seeing Scorpio, I felt kinda horny, and Felicia was my only option. I figured I had some making up to do before she’d give me any.

Her gray GS 300 Lexus was in the driveway, so I knew she was home. I rang the doorbell and leaned against the screen door. I held the roses behind my back with one hand and held the bag from Victoria’s Secret up with my finger so she could see it.

She opened the door and her eyes widened, especially when she saw what I had for her. She was all over me.

“Damn, woman, don’t get too close. I’m still sweaty from my workout.”

“I can’t help it, baby. Is this for me?” she asked, taking the Victoria’s Secret bag from my hand.

“Yes. I want you to go put this on for me. Now!”

She pulled the pink tissue paper from the bag and looked inside. Then she turned it upside down and shook it. There was nothing inside, as I’d changed my mind about giving her the negligee and saved it for another time.

“Jaylin, there’s nothing inside of this bag,” she said, standing with her hands on her hips.

“I know. That’s what I want you to go put on for me: nothing.”

“Cute. Really cute.”

Felicia took the roses from my hand and went into the kitchen to put them in a vase she already had from my previous flowers. I stood and watched, as I thought about my plans with Nokea tonight. I told her we’d have dinner, but there might be a slight delay.

“I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry for the way I behaved last night. I’m losing money every day in the stock market and I don’t like that. I don’t mean to shut you out, but the less I talk about it, the better,” I said.

“Jaylin, I understand.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “That’s why I don’t bother you about anything. I don’t want my man stressing all the time, because you ain’t no good to me if you’re stressed.”

“Well, I ain’t stressing now.” I rubbed my hands on her fat, juicy chocolate ass.

“And I ain’t stressing either, so you know what that means.”

“It means I gotta jump in the shower so I can get myself ready for some of your sweetness.”

“Well, you know where to go, and after you finish, this here will be waiting for you over there,” she said, taking off her clothes and pointing to her room down the hall.

I smiled and watched her prance her sexy ass to the bedroom. I had to be out of my mind tripping with a woman like Felicia. Sista couldn’t give more than what she was already giving. But I still needed more than just Felicia. I couldn’t stop thinking about that sweet little piece of ass I saw today, but was forced to focus on Felicia right now.

I hopped in the shower, and then made my way to the bedroom so Felicia could help me release the tension I’d been feeling lately. No problem there. She rode me like a jockey trying to win a race, and then placed those soft little lips on my goodness to finish the job. The feeling always had me on cloud nine, but after today, I wondered if our relationship would survive another woman joining my circle.

I waited patiently for Jaylin to come home, but it neared six o’clock in the evening and he was a no show. I hoped he hadn’t forgetten about our plans tonight. Every Saturday, we’d go catch a movie or go to dinner. Sometimes we’d go see a play, depending on what was at the Fox Theater. It wasn’t like him not to call me all day, but since I had a key to his place, I decided I’d go to his house and wait for him.

After sitting at his place for another hour and watching Wheel of Fortune, I decided to rummage through his belongings. I always did that when I was alone at his house. It was the only way I could keep up with what was really going on with him. Now, if I asked, he’d tell me; but I had to pretend like I didn’t care.

I’d already seen some naked pictures of Felicia and some of his ex-girlfriends in a shoebox at the top of his closet and they disgusted me. I didn’t understand how women could stoop so low by flaunting around naked pictures of themselves. Wasn’t no telling what Jaylin did with these pictures. I knew his boys had probably seen them, and there was no way I was going to let his friends know what my goods looked like. Hell, Jaylin barely knew. Well, he knew what it looked like, but he didn’t know what it felt like.

I was checking out this one disgusting picture of this chick with her leg resting on her shoulder when I heard the front door shut. I quickly threw the picture in the box and shoved it in the closet where it belonged. Jaylin jogged up the steps and I walked out of his bedroom to greet him.

“Hey, baby,” he said, opening his arms to hug me. I didn’t bother to hug him back, and instead stood with my arms by my sides.

Jaylin noticed my demeanor and gave me a quick peck on my cheek. “I saw your car in the driveway. How long have you been here?”

I folded my arms and followed him into the bedroom. “Uh . . . maybe just a few hours waiting on you to come home. Why didn’t you call? And why are you so late?”

“I got caught up at the gym earlier, and then I went to apologize to Felicia for last night.”

“Apologize for what? You said she was the one who left you.”

“She did, but I wanted to apologize for my bad attitude, that’s all. I don’t like anybody leaving my house upset with me about my mood swings.”

“And I’m sure you made it up to her. Just in case you didn’t notice, it’s Saturday. According to you, this is our day. So, what are you doing spending time with Felicia? You could’ve called and apologized to her over the phone.”

“Nokea, what’s been up with you lately? You know this ain’t nothing new. I don’t like nobody upset with me, and I’m always willing to apologize when I’m wrong. So, without the hassle, let me get out of these clothes and take a shower so we can go,” he said, taking off his sweaty, pussy-smelling clothes.

I turned my back, seething with anger as I went downstairs on the couch until he got ready. It was times like this when a huge part of me wanted to walk away from this relationship and never look back. Knowing that Jaylin had been with Felicia today was painful, and as I visualized the two of them in my mind, I wanted to get off the couch and run as fast as I could. I kept telling myself that I had a choice, but my decision had always been to hang in there.

Jaylin hurried down the steps wearing an off-white silk shirt and black wide-legged pants that fit him nicely around the waist. His shirt had a few buttons undone so I could get a glimpse of his muscular chest. He’d trimmed his beard and goatee so thin that I could barely see them, and his gray eyes shone as he walked into the living room and asked if I was ready to go.

“Yes, I’m ready. Been ready for quite a while now,” I griped.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight? If you don’t know, I got a place in mind.”

“Oh yeah, and where might that be?”

“There’s a restaurant, The Hampshire, where we can sit on the terrace overlooking downtown St. Louis. The scenery is off the chain, and I want to share an enjoyable dinner with my number one lady this evening.”

“Number one,” I said with a shocked look on my face. What an insult. I wanted to be the only one. Maybe I was number one in his thick black book, but at this point, I couldn’t take his words seriously. “What’s the special occasion?”

“The special occasion is to show you how much I appreciate you being there for me. How much I know you want to kick my ass to the curb but you don’t. Also, to show you how much I enjoy being with you.”

“Jaylin, I already know that. It’s just sometimes my jealousy gets the best of me. Felicia doesn’t threaten me in any way. Of course I don’t like the idea of you being with her, but this situation is only temporary.”

Even though my words were the total opposite of what I truly felt, I didn’t want Jaylin to know how much his relationship with Felicia bothered me. I placed my hand on the side of his face and he kiss. . .