QUINTON JACKSON-Baby Momma Drama

While his sister was away playing with the rich and foul, he was getting pulled on all sides.

He made that bitch Monica take a pregnancy test and watched as the little stick said positive. Then like the stupid ass he was, when she went to give him head, he let her. How was he gonna say no to that? He for sure was not going to fuck her again.

Then he heard the news that Sasha was pregnant. He did not know what to feel. Happy for her? Jealous? Afraid? What if it was his? He could not be sure they used a condom every single time.

What the fuck?

He could have ghetto twins.

He called Sasha.

"Is it mine?" he asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Sasha, is the baby mine?"

She cussed him out in Spanish which he did not know well, but enough.

"How can you even think for one second my husband is not the father? We've been trying."

"But you know we slipped up sometimes Sash, just tell me the truth."

"Antonio and I are having a baby, I will not even discuss this with you."

"Well..." he hesitated. "I wish it were mine. Then we could be together."

After he hung up, he got sloppy drunk and called one of his jump-offs. She already had three kids, divorced, only twenty-nine, and had her tubes tied. No baby drama with her. He just got his and rolled out.

SASHA JACKSON-Who's The Daddy?

She was ninety-nine percent sure Antonio was the father. How could she be one hundred percent sure? She was having sex with Antonio pretty much every day and maybe twice a week with Quinton...but then, those sessions would go where he would bust one three or four times. And with the spice level of their sexcapades, a condom may not have been used.

Oh dear God!

She loved Antonio, she did. He was the perfect husband. So attentive to her. Cherished her. Loved her. He smiled whenever he saw her. He took care of all her wants and needs and she never had to ask for a thing.

Maybe she was used to all the luxuries of marrying a Van Russell. She did after-all go after Ethan because she knew who he was and how powerful he could be. She sort of loved him, but never "in love" with him. His sexy good looks and his performance in bed made her want him. And his money.

Ethan was nothing like Antonio, it was hard to believe they grew up best friends. Antonio was a lover...he loved to love. Ethan was in love with lust. It was always about sex.

Which meant numerous affairs were not a shock to her. She did not even mind because she had her own.

Never had a faithful bone in her body back then.

But she thought she could change that about herself with Antonio because she was instantly smitten with him.

All it took was his extra gorgeous brother to sizzle near her. She was content with her life with Antonio their first two years, then bored out of her mind while Antonio was away, she wondered what it would be like to be with Quinton.

They had sex in his office their first time. Then that night she went to his place and had sex in every which way she could imagine in every room in his penthouse, including the twenty-sixth-floor balcony.

He missed work for three days and they enjoyed each other. The sex was the best she ever had, hands down, and she'd had good sex. Ethan would be second, then maybe Antonio. The three former rat-pack were the top tier of all her sexual experiences.

Antonio was more traditional with his love-making. He did not like to try many different things. Maybe doggy style, but never sixty-nine. He didn't like head much. Oh, he enjoyed getting but never giving. When he did attempt, it was never earth-shattering.

It never bothered her before because she loved him so much and the sex was good enough. She tried to end it with Quinton several times. Even after the first week, she said that was it. Just a fling. But she kept going back and Quinton kept getting better and trying more freaky things with her as he got to know her body better.

The man was incorrigible. That fine, that well endowed, and knew what he was doing. Why hadn't some woman trapped him by now?

WILLIAM STATNER-While the Boss Is Away

He liked to sit at Marty's desk when he was away. Why not? It could be his one day if his best friend ever stepped down. It would be his, not Ethan's like most thought.

William was not blood family with the Van Russells, but he might as well have been. When he was seventeen his parents died in a car crash. Martin Sr. took him in like his own. His mother had been one of Marty and Ethan's nannies till they got older and did not need one. She then became their "house coordinator." Just a dumb way to say, maid or servant. She did whatever Martin Sr. told her to do.

His father was their chauffeur, the spineless bastard.

They lived in a small house on the Van Russell estates. A two-bedroom little bungalow that while modest, was better than some. He would watch the Van Russell brothers from afar, both older than him, Ethan by three years, Marty by six. They were not friends. He was just the help's kid. They both were away in college when his parents were killed. He got to move to the big house then.

From that moment on, he did not want to be looked at as the Van Russell's help kid. He wanted to be a Van Russell himself. Martin helped him get into a good college and paid for everything. He told him he wanted to work at Van Russells and Martin let him intern there during summers.

He worked hard. He studied every aspect of the business. He knew how to run the business better than anyone. He worked his way as high as he could go. He was in the running to take over when Martin Sr. retired eight years ago. He was only thirty-two at the time, he knew his youth was a factor.

But when Marty was appointed President/CEO. He was not upset. By that time he and Marty had a bond, they were like brothers.

But William still wanted the top seat.

Only had Marty, his friend in the way. Ethan was never a factor. Though smart, he lacked the discipline to run the family business. He never worried about him.

Because one day, William thought with a grin as he swiveled in the leather chair, this office would be his.

His cell phone buzzed.

"Hi, hon."

His girl toy Candi made him smile. Being with her made him feel like the man. She was an Instagram model, stood 5'10," all legs, blonde, green eyes, and a vixen in bed. And young. Only twenty-two to his forty.

"I'm trying to make this place less of a bachelor's pad, more of a home. I need things. I need to go shopping."

He recently asked her to move into his house because her small apartment was not suiting him. He had a five-bedroom six-bath home with every amenity including a pool in the illustrious Midtown Hills gated community. Every house started at three million and went up from there. Of course, Candi did not think twice about moving in.

"Don't you have the Amex card?"

"I reached my limit."

She did like to shop.

"What about the cash I give you every month?"

"But that's for me, not the house!"

"Okay, okay," he said. "Stop by the office I'll give you the gold card...but don't have too much fun with it."

He grinned. He didn't care really. He had the means to lavish her with all her mountains of clothes and shoes, expensive jewelry, and perfume. And whatever he did not earn, he could easily take from Van Russell Enterprise.

Hey readers!

Will Statner, a new character. Gotta get into him a bit more.

Quinton oh Quinton! Playboy days might be over.

XOXO
Kimberly