Nude Awakening II by Victor L. Martin Read Free Book Online

my name dat push yo’ checks, so you better switch up that—”
    â€œSwagga, chill,” Rick said, rising up from the stool at the bar. “He has a point. This some serious shit we dealing with.”
    â€œMan, it is what it is.” Swagga sat back reaching for the bottle of Crown Royal Black.
    Harry slid his glasses back on. “You need to get back in the recording booth soon,” he said, absently looking at Swagga filling his glass for the third time.
    â€œI know,” Swagga slurred. “Cain’t you see a nigga is stressed? You a good ole white boy, so I doubt nobody eva popped no slugs atcha.”
    â€œAnd I hope to keep it that way,” Harry replied.
    Swagga looked up from filling his glass. “See what I mean, Rick? Harry don’t back down, yo! He gonna have the same drive to get me back on top of the rap game!”
    Rick rubbed his tired eyes, feeling the need for an energy boost.
    â€œWhat are your plans?” Harry asked just as Swagga lifted the whiskey to his lips.
    â€œI’ma be ready Monday.” Swagga lowered the glass. “Lemme clear my mind of all this shit.”
    Harry stood. “Good.”
    â€œWhy don’t cha spend the night?” Swagga offered.
    Harry shook his head. “Wife is waiting up for me.”
    Swagga shrugged, and then he raised the glass to his lips.
    â€œI’ll have one of the guards see you to your car, Mr. Storm,” Rick said as Harry picked up his leather briefcase.
    Swagga continued to get high in the comfort of his mansion. Rubbing his forehead, he found it odd that he was missing Kendra’s company. Maybe it was best that she had bounced out. He couldn’t imagine the pain of losing her because of some hating ass nigga. Smiling, he thought back to last year and how he hated so much on Trevon all because of Kandi’s phat ass. Thinking of her made his dick hard.
    â€œTV on,” he said, turning the new voice activated 100-inch smart TV on. “Video six.”
    Three seconds later, Kandi’s naked, oiled up, 48-inch ass filled the screen. She was outside by a pool with two black men that would fuck her endlessly for the next forty minutes. Swagga owned all of Kandi’s adult films, all but her last that included Trevon.
    â€œBitches ain’t shit,” he slurred, watching the two men rubbing Kandi’s ass while she stroked them below their waist. Swagga held no guilt about trying to kill Kandi to keep his deeds with Chyna a secret. Watching the porn easily reminded him of his times with Kandi in bed. Not wanting to spend the night alone, he picked up his cell phone to call up one of his many groupies.

CHAPTER
    Five
    This Can’t Be Real
    January 21, 2012
    Saturday 10:14 am – Coconut Grove
    Since when do you get out of bed before noon on the weekend?” Kandi startled Jurnee as she attempted to quietly close the front door.
    â€œHey girl.” Jurnee smiled nervously at Kandi lying on the sofa. “I had to run to the ATM right quick,” she said, slipping the yellow leather strap of her Coach bag off her shoulder. “I didn’t wake you up, did I?”
    â€œNah,” Kandi replied, sitting up and yawning. “I just got up about ten minutes ago. I came in here to watch the news, but I fell asleep.”
    Jurnee grinned as she sat down on the sofa. “Trevon put that ass to bed last night, didn’t he?”
    â€œNaturally,” Kandi answered. “And you helped me out too.”
    â€œI take it that you didn’t mention what we did to Trevon?”
    Kandi nodded.
    â€œIt’s not good to be keeping secrets from your man,” Jurnee warned, crossing her jean-covered legs.
    â€œIt ain’t a big deal. Besides, he knew I was bisexual before we hooked up, so I won’t stress it, okay?”
    â€œThat ain’t the point I’m trying to make, girl.”
    Kandi rolled her eyes. “What’s up with you and your