Naughty 2:

Book 2: Naughty

by Brenda Hampton

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

Synopsis

Jaylin Jerome Rogers is back, and he’s naughtier than ever!

After his marriage proposal is rejected by the only woman he’s ever loved, Jaylin has come to the conclusion that women are only good for one thing. Now he’s on a mission to fulfill his desires at all costs, and any woman who gets with him is in for a rough ride. Still, no matter how disrespectful or cruel he has become, his wealth, good looks, and talent in the bedroom make it easy for him to have a new playmate for every night of the week.

Just when Jaylin thinks life is perfect and everything is going his way, a past lover delivers a shocking message to him. This staggering revelation sends him traveling back down memory lane, and Jaylin realizes that the women he disrespected are the very women he needs.

Will Jaylin finally learn that it’s not all about him, or will he be forever naughty?

Release date: January 10, 2013

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 288

Sample

It was almost midnight and I crashed into a lawn chair on the balcony outside my bedroom. No doubt there was no place like home, but the mansion that I lived in, or my extreme wealth, was not enough to kick the loneliness I felt inside. To me, this day had delivered hell, and I wished like hell that my pain from Nokea’s rejection would go away. I hadn’t felt like this is a long time. The hurt brought back my anguish from being placed in that orphanage at nine years old, after Mama was killed. I was in that place until I was sixteen. During those years, I looked forward to Nokea and her mother visiting me. Their faces always brought me true joy. I could rarely recall a time that Nokea’s presence didn’t make me feel good. I never thought the day would come when I didn’t want to see or hear from her again.

The roaring thunder kept interrupting my sleep, but I was finally awakened by my ex-girlfriend, Scorpio, kissing my lips. She rubbed her fingers through my naturally curly hair, and straightened my thick eyebrows. I slowly opened my eyes and just stared. I was in no mood for fucking. All I wanted to know was why? Why wouldn’t Nokea give me what I wanted? She said that she loved me and for damn sure knew how much I loved her, so why? Why did she walk away from the altar earlier that day?

I was humiliated. Downright pissed off and seriously ready to kick somebody’s ass. After she left me standing there like a fool, I didn’t know what else to do but walk away too.

I sat with no emotions as Scorpio stared deeply into my grey eyes. She leaned in for a kiss, but I turned my head to avoid it. All I could think about was how the “Atomic Dog” in me was getting ready to come out. Whoever crossed me this time was going to pay. My cousin Stephon was at the top of my list and Nokea, the woman that I still loved, was closely behind.

Scorpio demanded my attention by rubbing her fingers along the sides of my neatly trimmed beard. “Say, I know you’re hurting, but can I at least get a smile out of you? If you didn’t want to be bothered, then why did you call me to come over?”

I moved Scorpio away from me and went into my spacious bedroom. While loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt, my throat began to ache. I didn’t want Scorpio to see the obvious pain I was in, so I went into my walk-in closet. She followed. “You haven’t said anything to me since I walked through that door. Whenever you want to talk, just let me know. I’m not going to pressure you,” she said.

She helped me out of my shirt and laid it across her arm. Then she removed my belt and unzipped my pants. When she squatted down to help me out of them, a pleasant thought came to mind.

“Give me some head,” I asked softly.

“What?” She looked up.

“You heard me.”

“Jaylin, you know better coming to me like that. You haven’t said anything all night, but you have the nerve to ask for some head.”

I looked down at her still squatted in front of me. “Listen!” I yelled. “Are you going to do it or not? If not, then get the hell out of my closet! I’m not in the mood for any bullshit!”

Scorpio stood up, laid my shirt on my shoulder, and left the closet without saying a word. I grabbed her arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” I asked.

“I’m going home.” She snapped, snatching her arm away. “You are one crazy high-yellow Negro. I don’t have the time or energy to curse you the hell out because I’m trying to be patient and understand what you’re going through. Mackenzie told me about what happened at the wedding, and I didn’t want you being alone. That’s why I came, but I’m not going to let you dump on me because some other bitch fucked up your day.”

“She’s not a bitch, so watch your damn mouth, okay?”

“Defend the B-I-T-C-H if you want—that’s your choice. But I call it as I see fit. In the meantime, I’m getting the hell out of here. Call me when you’re willing to get your act together.”

Scorpio grabbed her purse off the chaise and headed toward the bedroom double glass doors. I dashed out of the closet and blocked her path. “Hey, I’m sorry. Don’t go. It’s been a messed-up day, and I really need you to stay.” I gave her a quick peck on the lips, but when I tried to get some tongue action, she wouldn’t open her mouth.

“Jaylin, kissing me doesn’t make up for how you’ve treated me. I’m sorry too, but I’m going home tonight. So, please move out of my way.”

She pulled on my arm that was in her way. I didn’t budge.

“I said stay. Please,” I begged.

“And I said I’m leaving. Now, move your arm so I can go.”

I let her pass by. When she reached the stairs, I ran up behind her and begged again. “Don’t go, Scorpio. Make love to me, on the stairs, like you did when we first met. Please . . . I need you to relax my mind and put me at ease for the night.”

She ignored me and kept on moving down the T-staircase. I hurried in front of her and carried her back up the steps, but she kicked her legs, trying to make me lose my balance.

“Put me down, Jaylin,” she yelled. “I said I’m going home!”

When we reached the top step, I dropped her to the floor and kneeled between her legs. I eased my boxers low enough to expose my dick and massaged it to make it hard.

Scorpio sat up on her elbows and moved her head from side to side. “Not tonight, Jaylin. I’m not letting you do this to me, not after how you’ve treated me.”

“I’m sorry! Damn! How many times do I have to say it?”

She backed away from me, crawling to my bedroom doors. I grabbed her ankles and lifted her skirt. She rested on her stomach and I laid my body on top of hers.

“I told you I didn’t want this,” she said. “Why are you forcing yourself on me?”

I squeezed her hands together with mine and placed my lips on her ear. “Because I need you, baby. Can’t you see how much I’m hurting? You said you’d be here for me, didn’t you?” I lowered my hand to rub her ass, then moved her panties slightly to the side.

I rotated my fingers inside of her and the juices started to flow. “Can I have you now?” I whispered in her ear. “I’m dying to feel the inside of you.”

Scorpio’s eyelids fluttered, and when she nodded, I went for it. I inched my way into her wetness and took deep strokes, my eyes closed. The feeling of her juicy, warm pussy always had a way of relaxing me. I moved her long hair away from her back and pecked it with my lips. “Damn, you’re good,” I said. “Too, too good.”

She backed me up and got on her hands and knees. That was even better. As I slammed my hardness into her from behind, we started to sweat. Scorpio took deep breaths and dropped her head in defeat. “Le—Let’s go to the bed Jaylin. You’re hurting me on the floor and I really need to get comfortable.”

I removed my nine and made my way to the California king-sized bed. I sat with one leg on the floor, and patted my lap so she’d know I was ready for a ride. She stood at the door and worked her skirt over her curvaceous hips.

“I told you not tonight, but why do you always insist on having your way?”

I winked. “Because my way is the only way.”

“Not always, Jaylin. Goodnight and I love you.” She blew me a kiss and flew down the stairs so I couldn’t catch her. By the time I got out of bed and made it to the stairs, she had closed the front door behind her. I was left holding a hard dick in my hand, and had to resort to the Black Tail magazine in my closet. I couldn’t believe Scorpio had played me. I’d for damn sure make her pay for it later.

After lying across my bed for hours, sulking about Nokea, I finally got up to take a shower. The water sprayed my body as I pressed my hands against the marble wall, thinking about my dramatic day. Nokea had looked so beautiful. All she’d had to do was say yes. We could be celebrating our honeymoon right now, if she hadn’t shown how much a coward she was by running out the door.

Stephon, my own damn flesh and blood, seemed devastated that Nokea had walked out on him too. He knew better than to try and marry the woman I loved, but was foolish enough to run after her. I had already made a complete idiot of myself by interrupting their wedding and walking up to the altar. Every eye was on me. When Nokea’s father yelled for me to, “get the fuck out,” that was enough. My baby girl, Mackenzie, took my hand and we walked out together. I saw Nokea drive off, leaving Stephon with his hands in his pockets and shaking his head. I wanted to run his ass over. If Mackenzie hadn’t been in the car, I probably would have. She really helped me keep it together, but I was glad to drop her off at home. She had too many questions and I wasn’t in the mood to answer them. When Scorpio had come over, I thought it was to comfort me. But at a time when I needed her most, she had the nerve to play games and walk out on me.

Nokea, though, had always been there for me. In the past, she seemed to be willing to give me what I wanted. I guess my relationships with other women had her singing a new tune. I was so sure that she’d forgiven my past mistakes, but apparently I was wrong. Her being there for me was one of the many reasons I loved her so much. Even though that hoochie ex-girlfriend of mine, Felicia, also gave me what I wanted, I could never love her because of her whorish ways. She wasn’t nothing but a freak, and I couldn’t believe she had the nerve to have sex with Stephon after all that good-ass loving I kicked down. I chuckled and realized that I had taught her well.

Saturday night was working on Sunday night by the time I moseyed out of bed. The phone had woken me several times, and at one point, I sat up to check the weather in St. Louis. I lived close by in Chesterfield, an upscale neighborhood. When the weatherman announced more rain heading our way to cool the one-hundred-degree temperature, I turned off the television and pulled the covers over my head.

My stomach growled, so I went into the kitchen to look for something to eat. It was pathetic—couldn’t find much of nothing in the fridge. There was a small container of strawberry ice cream in the freezer; it would have to do. In the dark, I straddled a stool in front of the kitchen island and started to eat licking the ice cream from the spoon, wishing it were Nokea. The last time we made love felt so right. All I could think about was her bright smile, her scent, and her silky smooth, petite body that I caressed in my arms that day. We were both filled with emotions. I just knew she’d do right by me and our son, LJ, short for Little Jaylin. I wasn’t sure how I was going to approach my situation with him, but some serious changes had to be made soon. Simone had already taken our daughter, Jasmine. I’d be damned if I let another child slip away. LJ wasn’t even a year old yet, and he needed me. I might not have been prepared to talk to Nokea or Stephon after how they betrayed me, but I’d make them regret ever stabbing me in my damn back.

I finished my ice cream and reached for the phone to check my messages. There were seven; I listened to them one by one. Scorpio had called explaining why she left me hanging last night, and then she’d called again and reminded me about picking up Mackenzie today. I had so much shit on my mind that I forgot. My secretary, Angela, had called to tell me she wasn’t going to make it for work tomorrow because she was ill. Brashaney, one of my lovers, had called to tell me how badly she wanted me to fuck her, and Stephon had called, insisting that we needed to talk. Calls seven and eight were Nokea. She felt like she owed me an explanation and wanted to come by. I deleted each message. The only person I wanted to talk to was Mackenzie, so I called Scorpio’s place and asked for her.

“I was wondering when you were going to call,” Scorpio said with a bit of snap in her voice. “Mackenzie has been asking for you all day long.”

“Then cut with the attitude and give her the phone.”

“I will. Before I do, though, I want to talk to you about last night.”

“There’s nothing for us to discuss. Now, put Mackenzie on the phone.”

“Jaylin, you know you were wrong for—”

“Woman! Didn’t you hear what I said? I don’t want to hear your mouth! Put Mackenzie on the phone, so I can apologize for not picking her up today. After we left the church yesterday, I told her I’d pick her up.”

Scorpio hung up and I called right back. “Helloooo,” she said in a sarcastic tone. I didn’t find any humor in her games.

“Don’t make me disrespect you, all right? Now, I’m asking you nicely to give the phone to Mackenzie.”

“She’s asleep right now. I hope you didn’t expect her to stay up all night waiting for you.”

I hung up on her. She called back as I was getting Scorpio refused to open the door. When I reminded her I had a key to let myself in, she opened it. I walked by her to Mackenzie’s room, and climbed into bed with her, rubbing my nose against hers until she slowly opened her eyes. I turned on the lamp so she could see me. Trails of tears had dried on her face.

“Why were you crying?” I asked, tickling her to cheer her up. She gave me a hard time like Scorpio and wouldn’t even crack a smile. “Okay, then I won’t tell you what I have planned for us next weekend.” She folded her arms and pouted. “I guess I’ll just have to take Barbie to the circus with me, since you don’t want to go.”

She revealed her pearly whites and gave me a hug. “Are we really going to the circus, Daddy?”

“Yes, and after the circus we’re going to stop at Mc-Donalds for hamburgers.” She pouted again. “Jackin-the-Box?” I said. She rolled her eyes. “How about Burger King?” Her eyes looked like they disappeared to the back of her head. “Okay, what about one of my favorites? Outback Steakhouse.” She smiled. No doubt about it, I was teaching her to have the best. At five years old, I was lucky to get a hamburger from White Castle.

Mackenzie took her arms from around me. “Daddy, why didn’t you pick me up today? Did you go make up with your wife that left you at the church yesterday? You were so mad and it looked like you wanted to cry.”

Damn, I thought. Now, why did she have to go there? “No, Mackenzie, I didn’t spend the day with her and she’s not my wife. Daddy was just tired today. I kind of... got my feelings hurt and wanted to be alone. I know I should have called you, but I slept most of the day.”

“Did you cry when you got your feelings hurt?”

“A little bit, but, uh... Let’s talk about something else, okay?”

“Okay, but your wife looked really pretty yesterday. Will you buy me a dress like hers?”

“Mackenzie, I told you that she’s not my wife. And yes, she did look pretty. I promise you I’ll buy you a dress prettier than hers when you get married.”

She hugged me again and scooted underneath the covers so she could get back to sleep. Bottom line, she kicked me out after I told her I would buy her a dress. But I didn’t care; she was definitely one person who could get anything she wanted from me.

After I closed Mackenzie’s door, I went into Scorpio’s bedroom. She was lying naked across the bed, flipping through a cookbook. Her sexiness always gave me a rise. The shapely mountain of her backside couldn’t be ignored. I gazed at her perfect moisturized body, but played down my desire for her. “Hey, I’ll let myself out. I just wanted to say thanks for not making a big deal about me coming here to see Mackenzie.”

She pulled her long hair over to one side and teased it with her fingers. “You’re welcome. I’m glad you came because she was really upset when she didn’t hear from you today.”

“Well, we worked it out.”

Scorpio closed the book and rolled on her back. She bent her knees and rubbed her thighs. I awaited her next move. When she massaged her breasts together, she looked in my direction. “Are you possibly in the mood to work out something else before you go?” she whispered.

I folded my arms, enjoying her performance. “What kind of workout do you have in mind?”

She turned sideways and slid her hand between her tightened legs. “Do you have to ask? I was hoping to get one of those all-nighters that I haven’t had in a long, long time.”

“Um, I see where you’re going with this. But, uh, I don’t have all night. I gotta get up early for work because my secretary ain’t going to be there. So, I’ll take a rain-check.”

“You’re just saying that because I left you hanging—aren’t you?”

“You’re damn right I am. And you know what else?”

“What?”

“I’m going home to call this sweet young tender who’s been begging me to fuck her. So, that allnighter you just asked me for, I’m going to have the pleasure of giving it to her.”

“Tuh, yeah right. You’re crazy but you’re not that stupid to rely on somebody else to give you only what I can.”

“You’re not as good as you think you are, Scorpio, so don’t be so sure of yourself. As a substitution for the night, you might want to make sure the batteries in your vibrator are working because my dick has other plans. Goodnight, and I’ll see you whenever.”

Scorpio turned her back to me and I left. As soon as I got home, I called Brashaney and she was there in a flash. I couldn’t give her that all-nighter I’d promised Scorpio I’d give, but I damn sure made Brashaney’s visit worth it.

Scorpio rang the phone several times throughout the night, but I was busy fucking and sleeping. It was almost six o’clock in the morning when I asked Brashaney to reach over and answer it. “Hello?” she said in a soft tone. Her eyes widened and she grinned as she gave the phone to me.

“What?” I yelled.

“You are one low-down, dirty, ignorant, stank Negro, Jaylin. I can’t believe how trifling you are. If you want to play games, then hey, let the games begin. I guarantee you—”

“Some other time, Scorpio,” I said, casually. “I’m sorry that your vibrator didn’t do the job you thought it would do, but I’m busy. A trifling man like me doesn’t want to disrespect my company so I’ll get back with you when I can.”

I gave the phone to Brashaney and asked her to hang up. When she did, Scorpio called right back. I snatched the phone and told Scorpio if she wanted to listen to what was about to go down, feel free. I laid the phone on the nightstand and rolled on top of Brashaney.

“Jaylin, why don’t you hang up the phone? I don’t care to let another woman—”

“In a minute,” I said, placing her legs high on my shoulders. I inserted myself and Brashaney let out a loud moan. She closed her eyes and sucked in her bottom lip.

“I . . . This would be so much better if you’d just hang up on her.”

I dug deeply into Brashaney, and, figuring that Scorpio had heard enough action, reached over to slam down the receiver. I quickly wrapped up my business and tried to get some rest before going to work.

I had mega explaining to do. Daddy was so furious with me for not marrying Stephon that he wasn’t even speaking to me. Mama, on the other hand, understood what I was going through. She told me to take some time for myself and use the days I had set aside for my honeymoon to relax. Knowing how messed up I was, she told me she’d keep LJ until I got myself together.

No doubt, I was so screwed up. The only person who was really happy about the whole thing was my best friend, Pat. She didn’t want me to be with Jaylin or Stephon. Right after I’d escaped from the church, she’d left a message on my voicemail and thanked me for not making the biggest mistake of my life.

Still, I felt terrible for leaving Stephon at the altar. And I’d never forget the look on Jaylin’s face. I spent hours trying to make sense of the whole thing, and had gotten a room at the Ritz Carlton in Clayton just to clear my head. I’d been there since Saturday night; my mind was starting to feel at ease. But Jaylin wasn’t returning any of my calls. If I talked to Stephon first, I was afraid I’d say something I really didn’t mean. My true love, Jaylin, was the one who deserved an explanation of why I couldn’t marry him. Knowing him, though, he’d probably never want to speak to me again.

After a long bubble bath at the Ritz, I went downstairs to have breakfast. When I finished, I went back to my room and held the phone in my hands. I called Jaylin at Schmidt’s Brokerage Firm, where he works as an investment broker. Expecting his secretary to answer, I was speechless when he did instead. I was silent.

“Jaylin Rogers,” he snapped again.

“Hi, it . . . It’s me, Nokea.” No response. “Jaylin, are you there?”

“I can’t talk right now.”

“Okay, then can we talk later? I’m at the Ritz in Clayton. Will you stop by after work?”

“Yeah.”

“Listen, if you’re not going to come just tell me. Please don’t have me waiting for you. We really need to talk.”

“Damn, I said I’ll be there,” he snapped. “Gotta go.” He hung up. I hated this side of him, but I knew his attitude was because of me.

I picked up the phone again and called my parents’ house to check on LJ. When Daddy heard my voice, he gave the phone to Mama. I couldn’t believe how he was treating me, like it was his life or something. But I also knew he just wanted the best for me.

“How’s LJ?” I asked Mama.

“He’s doing fine. Stop worrying so much, you know your baby is in good hands.”

“I know, Mama. I just miss him, that’s all.”

“I understand. Have you spoken to Jaylin yet?”

“No, but I plan to speak to him later.”

“Okay. If you need me, I’m here.”

There was a knock at the door so I hurried to end my call. “I know, Mama, and thanks. Give LJ a big kiss for me and I’ll see you soon.”

We said good-bye, and when I opened the door, I was so glad to see Pat. She came in and we held each other tight. I couldn’t help crying on her shoulder. “I know, sweetie, I know exactly how you feel,” she said, comforting me.

I wiped my tears and we walked over to the couch to take a seat. “Why don’t this bad dream just go away, Pat? Why is it just one thing after another?”

“Because, that’s just how life is. God never said it was going to be easy.”

“I feel like I’m failing Him too. I can’t seem to get anything right. Tell me, where did I go so wrong? All I want is to be happy.”

“Nokea, I didn’t come here to give you one of my lectures. I’m here as your best friend and not a psychiatrist. You didn’t sound well when we talked yesterday, but I at least wanted to give you time to think about what you need to do. Have you eaten anything yet?”

“Yeah. I just had breakfast not too long ago.”

“Good. ’Cause if you hadn’t, I was hoping we could order one of those pizzas we ate when you were pregnant.”

We laughed.

“Girl, wasn’t that a mess,” I said. “We should have been ashamed of ourselves.”

“We? No, you should have been ashamed of yourself. I wasn’t the one who was pregnant. I worked mine off very well,” Pat gloated, holding her waistline.

“And so have I,” I bragged.

“Oh, be quiet. You’ve always had an awesome petite body. I knew that pizza wasn’t going to do a darn thing to your figure. Me, I had to work hard to get those pounds off. Chad and I were at it day in and day out trying to work off those pounds.”

“I’m sure the two of you had fun.” I chuckled, and then went into a daze, thinking about the last time Jaylin and I made love.

Pat snapped her fingers in front of my face. “What grabbed your attention that fast?” she asked. I smiled. My best friend knew me all too well. “Forget it,” she said. “I don’t even want to know. When are you going to forget about him and move on, Nokea?”

I stood up and walked toward the window with my arms folded. “I can’t forget about him, Pat. I’ve tried so many times to move on, but I can’t. I love him so much that it scares me.”

“Well, why didn’t you just marry his sorry ass? When he stood there making a spectacle of himself, you should have just married him.”

“Because the timing wasn’t right. That’s why.”

“And the timing ain’t never going to be right, if you ask me. I wish like hell you’d just find someone else.”

“I know you do, but I don’t want anyone else. As a matter of fact, I’ve never wanted anyone else, and being with Stephon was a big mistake. I wish everyone would realize that the love Jaylin and I have for each other is deep and it will never go away.”

“Your love or his love? Honestly, I can’t see Jaylin wasting anymore of his time on this. You’d better wake up and smell the coffee, because I’m sure he’s making up for lost time right now.”

“No, he’s not. Actually, he’s coming over to see me after work today.”

“For what? Nokea, I know you ain’t going to sleep with him.”

“No, no. We’re just going to talk. Talk about why I did what I did, about our future, and about LJ.”

“Girl, I don’t know what to say. I’m staying out of it because all Jaylin is going to do is hurt you again. Don’t even mention his name to me anymore; I don’t want to hear it, okay?”

“Okay, I won’t discuss Jaylin with you anymore. But, will you promise to be there for me?”

Pat cut her eyes at me and smiled. “Of course, you know I will.”

We chatted for a few more hours, then went downstairs to the lobby. As we shared good-byes, Jaylin came through the revolving doors with his cell phone to his ear. I rushed Pat off and made her promise not to say anything to him. She didn’t, but when she walked by him, she rolled her eyes.

“Hello to you too, Pat. Nice to see you.” He grinned, closing his phone. Pat kept her promise to ignore him and made her exit.

Nervous, I stepped up to Jaylin, holding my hands behind my back. “Thanks for coming. I know you didn’t want to, but I guess you figured we needed to talk.”

“Yeah, yeah, but keep it short. I have somewhere I need to be within the hour.”

What an attitude, I thought as we headed up the steps. He walked in front of me like he knew where he was going. I didn’t mind; it gave me a chance to check him out from behind. He was looking and smelling good, as usual. Leather squared-toed shoes were shining, haircut was fresh, tailored suit was well-fitted. But a smile wasn’t there.

When we reached the third floor, Jaylin turned around. “What’s your room number?”

“I thought you knew. The elevator would have been quicker, but you seem to know everything, so I’m just following you.”

He stepped down and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Nokea, I don’t have time for the bullshit. I told you my time is minimal so—”

“So, go up one more flight of stairs and turn to your right.” He moved to the side and motioned with his hand for me to go in front of him.

“Thank you.” I smiled and led us to my room.

It was obvious when we walked inside that Jaylin wasn’t in the mood to waste any time. He didn’t even sit, just stood by the doorway with his suit jacket pulled back and his hands in his pockets. I took a seat on the couch, and when I asked him to sit next to me, he declined.

“You’re so upset that you can’t even sit next to me? That’s taking things a bit too far, Jaylin.”

“Nokea, cut the act. What do you want from me?”

“I’d like for you to relax and come sit next to me so we can talk.”

He removed his jacket and put it on the coat hanger by the door. Then he loosened his tie and headed toward me.

“Now what?” he said, sitting back on the couch with his arms on top of it. “What else do you . . .