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  THE SERIAL CHEATER PT 2

  A Novel By Silk White

  Copyright 2014 by Silk White

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  Acknowledgments

  To you reading this right now, thank you for stepping inside the bookstore, stopping by the library, or downloading a copy of The Serial Cheater. I hope you have enjoyed this read from top to bottom. My goal is to get better and better with each story. I want to thank everyone for all their love and support. It is definitely appreciated!

  Now without further ado Ladies and Gentleman, I give you The Serial Cheater.

  Enjoy! — Silk White

  THE SERIAL CHEATER PT 2

  Just as Honey got ready to pull the trigger, Cam put a calm hand over hers.

  “Chill out baby,” Cam whispered. He looked out into the crowd and saw the hard faced man who was reaching in his waistband throw a bottle up into the VIP section.

  The bottle came nowhere close to hitting Cam or Honey, but that wasn’t the point. Cam watched as his security snatched the bottle thrower from out of the crowd and beat him half to death.

  “We already got paid so we can leave if you want.” Cam turned and faced Honey. “I don’t need you out here in harm’s way.” He didn’t want to risk Honey’s safety or put her in a harmful situation. There was too much money riding on the line to have her caught up in some bullshit.

  “No fuck that! We ain’t going nowhere,” Honey declared. “We ain’t running from nobody.” As if right on cue, French Montana’s song “I Ain’t Worried About Nothing” came blaring through the speakers. Honey stood up on the couch and began to sing along. “Nigga I ain’t worried bout nothing!”

  The crowd went crazy when they saw Cam stand up on the couch and began to make it rain twenty dollar bills.

  “Fuck it! If these niggaz wanna watch me, then I might as well give them something to look at,” Cam said to himself as he continued to enjoy himself. He noticed the dirty looks that Peanut and Red gave him, but he paid them no mind and continued to do him. As Cam stood on the couch making it rain, he felt his cell phone vibrate on his hip over a hundred times, but he didn’t even bother to look down at the screen cause he knew the only person that would be calling him back to back like that was Yolanda and right now he wasn’t really in the mood to talk to her.

  After dancing on the couch for five straight songs, Cam and Honey sat down and continued to get their drink on. Cam’s face crumbled up when he saw Honey get ready to pour herself a drink in a fancy looking flute and then decided to drink straight from the bottle instead on some ratchet shit.

  “Fuck is you doing?” Cam asked looking at Honey like she was crazy. He knew how ignorant, loud, and ratchet she could get when she was drunk and the last thing he needed was a drunken Honey.

  “What?” Honey asked as if she didn’t have a clue what Cam was talking about.

  “Have some fucking class and drink out of a glass like a woman and not some hoe.”

  “I know you ain’t talking to me like that,” Honey huffed. “You must got me fucked up!”

  “How many times I gotta tell you about your drinking?” Cam asked.

  “I’m sorry daddy,” Honey said draping her arm around Cam’s neck. “I thought we was getting turnt up tonight?”

  “What’s with all this turnt up shit?” Cam questioned. He was from the old school and he wasn’t up on the new school lingo.

  “You know I love you to death right?” Honey said looking Cam in the eyes.

  “I guess.”

  “Fuck you mean you guess? Cam stop playing with me,” Honey yelled. When it came to her love for Cam, Honey didn’t play no games. “I don’t want you seeing Yolanda no more.”

  Cam sighed loudly. “Can we have a good night tonight please? I don’t wanna talk about another woman right now. I’m with you so let’s just enjoy the night.”

  Honey shook her head with a jealous look on her face. “Sweet talking Cam… I bet you don’t wanna talk about that, but I don’t give a fuck.”

  Right then and there Cam could tell that Honey was now officially drunk and the site alone disgusted him.

  “Now like I was saying,” she continued. “I don’t want you seeing Yolanda no more Cam and if I find out you still creeping around with that raggedy bitch, it’s gonna be some problems.”

  “I know,” Cam said quickly.

  “You patronizing me?”

  Cam looked up and saw Peanut and Red headed in his direction. “Yo be on point,” he said to Honey and then nodded towards the two men headed in their direction.

  Honey took a swig from her bottle and then asked, “Ain’t that your bum ass cousin?”

  “I don’t have a cousin no more,” Cam said seriously.

  Peanut and Red reached the entrance to the VIP section and were stopped by Honey’s security.

  “Fuck you think you going!?” Honey’s head bodyguard, a man that went by the name Truck barked placing a solid strong paw on Peanuts chest.

  “I need to holla at my cousin right quick,” Peanut said and then went to side step the big man, but Truck swiftly eased to his left blocking Peanut’s path.

  “My man, check this out,” Truck began. “Step the fuck off before I break your jaw.”

  Before things got out of hand, Cam wisely stepped in. “They cool. Let them through,” he told Truck who looked like he was ready to put in some work on the two clowns that stood before him.

  “You sure?” Truck asked never taking his eyes off the two men.

  “Yeah they good,” Cam said leading Peanut and Red over towards the sofas in the VIP section.

  “Damn shorty looking like something,” Red said openly undressing Honey with his eyes.

  Honey sucked her teeth. “Nigga please!”

  “So what’s good?” Cam asked sitting down. He was ready to get down to business and see what the two men wanted.

  Truck didn’t like the vibe he was getting from the two men so he made sure he wasn’t that far away fro
m Honey.

  “Listen,” Peanut began. “I’mma cut straight to the chase. I’m willing to call the wolves off for a small fee,” he said greedily rubbing his hands together.

  “Extortion,” Cam said. “You trying to extort me; your own cousin?”

  “I wouldn’t call it extortion. I like to call it more like looking out for family,” Peanut smiled.

  “Fuck outta here! We ain’t with none of that!” Honey snapped. “We work too motherfucking hard to get where we are!”

  “Bitch ain’t nobody talking to you!” Peanut growled. “Stay out of a man’s business and stay in a woman’s place!”

  “You super fly bum ass niggaz come over here talking all this fake tough fly shit like y’all built like that,” Honey shot back. “I’m telling you now, y’all fucking with the wrong one cause I...”

  Cam quickly cut Honey off. “Listen Peanut, I been trying to be nice to you cause you my cousin and all that, but now you violating so if you wanna take it to the streets all you gotta do is say so.” Cam didn’t want to get back on his old school street shit, but at the same time there was no way that he was going to let anyone extort him.

  “I ain’t got nothing to lose, but you on the other hand have a whole lot to lose so it’s your call,” Peanut said smiling. “Me and my niggaz are down for whatever and don’t give a fuck about nothing or nobody!”

  “Listen either you going to get in line or get lined up! What’s it going to be!?” Red said from the sideline. He was tired of going back and forth with a coward like Cam.

  “Listen B, I’mma tell you like this,” Cam said in a serious stern tone. “Fuck y’all niggaz. See me in the streets.”

  “You sure that’s what you wanna do?” Peanut asked. He was expecting Cam and Honey to fold and give in to his demands cause they didn’t want no trouble, but he got a rude awakening.

  Honey reached down in her bra, pulled out a wad of cash, and threw it in Peanut’s face. The bills dramatically flew all over the place making things look worse than what they were.

  As soon as the bills touched Peanut’s face, he responded with a backhand across Honey’s face that sent her flying out of her seat.

  From there all hell broke loose. Cam jumped up and snuffed Peanut as the two went blow for blow right there in the VIP section in front of hundreds of party goers.

  Red got ready to get in on the action, but a punch to the back of his head by Truck put his lights out before he even got a chance to swing.

  Honey quickly shot to her feet and helped Cam as she threw several wild punches that landed on Peanut’s face before the rest of her security came and tackled Peanut down to the floor. Once security had the situation under control Truck and two other security guards escorted Cam and Honey out a side door while the rest of their security took Peanut and Red out the back door and beat them half to death.

  Chapter 8

  YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS

  Yolanda sat on the toilet looking at the positive pregnancy test that rested in her hand as tears streamed down her face. She loved Cam to death, but she wasn’t sure if having his baby was a good idea at the moment. The other night she received a phone call from Cam and heard him and another woman having sex. He must have sat on his phone and dialed her number by accident. To have to hear Cam fucking another woman crushed Yolanda on the inside and had her feeling like shit.

  Yolanda hopped up off the toilet and exited the bathroom when she heard her front door open. She stepped out the bathroom and saw Cam walking through the front door and from a first look she could tell that he had been drinking.

  “What’s up?” Cam asked as if he had somewhere else better to be.

  “Why haven’t I seen you in two weeks?” Yolanda asked with a slight attitude. She missed Cam and she was ready for him to come back home.

  “Been busy.”

  “Been so busy that you couldn’t call me?” Yolanda pressed. “But you can call me by mistake and let me hear you fucking another bitch though right?”

  Cam sighed loudly. “That’s what you called me over here for?”

  “Fuck you Cam!” Yolanda snapped. “You can make time for everything and everybody, but me right? The only person that was there by your side from day one… You a trifling motherfucker!”

  Cam stood to his feet and headed for the door. “Yo listen, don’t call me no more. I’m tired of you and your bullshit,” he said as if Yolanda was the one doing him wrong.

  “Cam I’m pregnant,” Yolanda blurted out. Her words seemed to stop Cam dead in his tracks.

  “What you just said?”

  “I said I’m pregnant,” Yolanda repeated.

  “By who?” Cam asked. Yeah it was a low blow, but at the moment he didn’t care.

  “Fuck you mean by who?” Yolanda barked. “Cam don’t play yourself! You know I haven’t been with nobody but you.”

  “How I know that?” Cam asked. “I don’t know what you been out here doing; probably out here giving that pussy away like free lunch.”

  Yolanda was mad enough to rip Cam’s head off of his shoulders. How could he speak to her like she wasn’t shit after all they had been through?

  “So that’s what you think of me?” Yolanda asked trying to hold back her tears that were threatening to fall at any second.

  “So what you going to do about that?” Cam asked eyeing Yolanda’s stomach.

  “What are you asking me?”

  “You need to get rid of that shit,” Cam told her coldly. “I ain’t ready for no kids and neither are you!”

  “Huh?” Yolanda sobbed. She couldn’t believe that Cam was acting so heartless and talking to her like she was just some random chick instead of his high school sweet heart. “I think you should leave.”

  “I’ll give you fifteen thousand if you get an abortion,” Cam said pulling a huge wad of cash from his pocket.

  Yolanda walked up and slapped the shit out of Cam. “Get the fuck out my house right now, you bastard!” she barked as she forcefully shoved him out the front door and then slammed it and locked it. She placed her back to the door and slid down to the floor and cried like a baby.

  * * *

  After Yolanda had told Cam about her being pregnant, he came up with a little plan on how to kill two birds with one stone.

  Cam sat on the plush bed in a five star hotel and watched as Blondie did a seductive dance for him with some sexy fishnet stocking on and some shiny tall black hooker books. After the last time he saw Blondie, Cam planned on never seeing her again, but today was different. Today he needed Blondie. She just didn’t know it yet.

  “Yeah that’s right. Shake that shit,” Cam coached from the bed. He may not have really cared for Blondie, but he had to admit that she was as sexy as they came. Not to mention, she could move her body better than most strippers.

  “You like that?” Blondie asked in a sexy husky voice as she made her ass jiggle like it had a mind of its own.

  Cam gulped down the last of his drink and then pulled Blondie onto the bed with him. He whispered in her ear, “Come ride this dick.”

  “That’s what you want? Huh?” Blondie growled as she planted her heeled feet down on the bed, squatted over Cam, reached back, and slipped his dick inside of her.

  “Damnnnn,” Blondie hissed as she sucked in air as she eased down on Cam’s dick nice and slow. She loved how Cam’s dick filled her up. It was a perfect fit.

  Cam pulled Blondie’s hair as she rode him, looked at her as she moaned, and stared into the haunting eyes of a woman who just wanted to be loved.

  Blondie moved up and down, going up easy, and coming down hard. She did that over and over and over again. Cam held on to her while he watched her move, roll, and gyrate on top of him. She gripped the top of the headboard for support and leverage. Blondie bounced up and down on Cam’s dick as if she was trying to break it, while loud moans escaped from her lips.

  “You love this dick?” Cam asked as he slapped Blondie’s ass.

  “Ewww, I loooo
ove this dick,” Blondie growled like an animal.

  “I’m bout to cum all over this dick!” she screamed as she bounced up and down even harder. “Argh, argh, argh... Shit!” Blondie moaned and cursed and held on to whatever she could hold on to. Her orgasm came hard and fast in a series of waves.

  “Oooooh shit! Fuck!” Blondie cursed, panted, and jerked as her body began to quiver and shake. Cam fucked Blondie like she had never been fucked before and Blondie was loving every minute of it.

  Cam sat up and placed his back against the head board and moved with Blondie. He could tell that she was ready to tap out, but he was just getting started. Cam thrust in and out of her with force. His thrust were brutal and unkind, but Blondie came down on top of him with equal or greater force each time clenching her teeth, growling, and challenging Cam, telling him to give her all he had.

  Blondie’s moans deepened as her nails dug deeper into Cam’s skin as another orgasm took over her body. She held on to Cam until she stopped thrusting. She held him until she stopped coming.

  “Oh my God!” Blondie huffed as she hopped off of Cam’s dick. “I can’t take no more!”

  “But I ain’t done yet,” Cam said with a wicked smile on his face as he stroked himself in front of Blondie.

  Immediately Blondie took as much of Cam as she could in her mouth and let out a light gag as she felt the head of his dick tickle the back of her throat.

  Cam positioned Blondie directly in front of him on her knees as he stood straight up on the bed. Something about Blondie’s fishnets and hooker boots turned Cam into an animal. He used both hands and gripped the sides of Blondie’s head and went to town on her mouth. He fucked her mouth like he was trying to choke her. The more Blondie gagged, the further Cam went, until finally Blondie jerked her head back and let out a few coughs. She looked up at Cam with watery eyes and a smirk on her face, then went right back to trying to suck the skin off of Cam’s dick.