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| A Week Before Mother’s Day |

"Mommy you can’t tell Drake or his mother until I do. Okay?"
"Okay! Better say someting soon Onika!"
"I will!! He’s already gonna be mad that I didn’t tell him first."
"He’s not gonna be mad."
"Oh then what’s he gonna be?" Nicki asked with attitude.
"Watch who ya talkin’ too," Mama Carol told her daughter, "He’s gonna over the moon and surprised Nicki."
"If you say so.”
“I know so. Are you nervous?”
“No mommy! Why would I be nervous?”
“Nicki…”
“Okay fine! I am, but I don’t know why.”
“It’s perfectly normal to be nervous. Everything’s gonna be okay, now mommy’s gotta go to the studio.”
“Oh god it’s so weird hearing that.”
“It’s weird saying it my dear. I love you Onika! Tell my son in law soon!”
“I will, I will. I love you too mommy.”

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“Hey Nic? You okay? You’ve been acting weird?” Drake questioned.
“Huh?”
“I asked if you were okay? You’re acting strange.”
“Yeah I’m fine.”
“Are you lying to me?”
That question made a lump appear in Nicki’s throat. She forgets that Drake knows her like the back of his hand.
“N-No.” Nicki cursed herself for stuttering. She wanted to tell him but she has a plan.
“You sure?”
“Yes Papi, geez!”
“Just checkin ma! Simmer down.”
“Okay, thank you baby.” Nicki said as she was on her tip toes, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Nicki let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in once he stepped out of the house to shoot hoops with his boys. She had to tell him and fast. He’s getting suspicious. Nicki quickly finished prepping for dinner before jogging up the stairs and calling Sherika.
“This hoe better answer the phone.” Nicki said aloud.
“Hello?” Sherika answered.
“Drake’s getting suspicious!”
“Why do you sound so surprised? When are you gonna finally get it through your head that, that boy know you like we and ya mama know you?”
“I called to talk, not a lecture. Hush the noise.”
“It isn’t noise if it’s the truth Onika.”
“Goodbye.”
With that, Nicki ended the call. She grabbed her computer and googled ways to tell your significant other you’re pregnant. Instinctively, Nicki rubbed her stomach and smiled at the fact that she is having a baby by the man of her dreams and the love of her life. She found some pictures and an idea sparked in her brain. Selecting four of her favorite photos and printing them out, her plan was in action.
“I can do this….After dinner I’ll tell him….yeah good plan…why am I so nervous?” Nicki spoked to herself as she hid the photos with her work belongings.
After sighing to herself, she went to the staircase and descended down them. Nicki quickly had everything cooking since she had already prepared most of it. Her stomach started to get a little queasy so she pulled open the sliding glass door and yelled to Drake.
“Hey baby!”
“Dinner’s ready?!”
“No, not yet you pig! Do we have any ginger ale?!”
“What?!”
“Ginger ale! Do we have some?!”
“What?!”
“Fuck it! Nevermind!” Nicki screamed and then mumbled to herself as she went back to the kitchen and stirred her pasta noodles.
A little while later the pasta was done and Nicki set the table.
“Boys!!! Dinner!!” Nicki hurried out of the way, because she knew a stampede was about to happen. The boys rushed inside the house and sat down at the table.
“Babe, you not eatin’?” Drake asked.
“I am.” Nicki answered before getting a tub of ice cream and a jar of dill pickles out of the freezer and refrigerator. All the boys turned their face up in disgust.
“You good Nic?” Chubbs questioned.
“Yep.”
“Drake, what’s wrong with wifey?” Mark whispered to Drake.
“Something’s up but I don’t know what.”
“Uhh y’all stank. Excuse me.”
“Where are you going?” Drake asked.
“To puke, I’ll be back.”
“Nic!”
“Stay there! I’m fine!” Nicki yelled back as the sound of her voice kept getting farther and farther away.

| After Dinner |

Nicki returned to the dining room to find the boys gone and the plates and bowls in the sink, rinsed out and everything. Nicki sighed and rubbed her stomach again.
“Aww fuck, I gotta tell him.” Nicki pouted.
“Him? Him who?” Drake inquired, scaring Nicki.
“You dick!!”
“I’m sorry! I thought you would hear my footsteps!”
“Well I didn’t.”
“Well I apologize, now tell him what? Who’s him?”
“Him is you asshole.”
“Alright, drop the fucking attitude. I’m just trying to see if you’re okay.”
Nicki grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him, but he stood his ground.
“Aubrey, I’m sorry okay, I’m freaking out and I don’t know how to tell you. Just don’t be mad please.”
“Well ‘don’t be mad’ usually means I’ll get mad, but okay. What is it?”
“You have to come upstairs.”
“Seriously? You can’t just say it?”
“No! Aubrey I can’t!”
“Alright fine.”
Nicki lead the way up the stair and into their bedroom. She told Drake to sit on the bed and of course Drake gave her a funny look.
“Drake.”
“Okay, okay.”
Nicki went to grab the four pictures. She looked at them and sighed knowing this was it. Their lives were about change, drastically. Were they ready for the ride?
“Look at this pictures. What is the recurring theme?”






“Um well they all look to be pregnant. One’s even holding a baby.”
“Right…. What do you think about that?”
“Uh I don’t know. What do you mean?”
“Okay, why do you think I’m showing you these?”
“I don’t- wait…. Are you?” Drake asked as big smile graced his face making one appear on Nicki’s as well.
“Am I?”
“Onika. Are you trying to tell me you’re pregnant?”
Nicki looked at the ground and nodded her head.
“Well why didn’t you just tell me!!” Drake exclaimed before standing and engulfing her into a hug.
“I was scared.” Nicki confessed.
“Why?”
“Because I was.”
“When did you find out?”
“Two weeks ago.”
“Two weeks ago?!”
“Aubbie please don’t be mad.”
“Who else knew?”
“My mom and my best friends.”
“Dammit Nicki.”
“I know, I know Aubrey. I’m sorry. It was instinct to call my mom and then after that I was gonna tell you but I chickened out and my mom told TT and then TT told the rest of the girls.”
“Alright.” He sighed.
“Don’t be mad at me Papi.” Nicki said in her baby voice, adding her famous pout knowing he couldn’t stay mad at her.
“I’m not mad…. Anymore.  Now, let’s tell my boys.”
“Okay.” Nicki giggled.

Determined Destiny // Chapter 9 // Who Do You Love?

      

AMI’S POV

This man has the audacity to walk out on me, yet again. In front of his mother. Who the fuck does that? I know Aubrey and I have some working to do on our loving relationship but, this kinky cat and mouse game is going on for too long. Grad is in a few days, and a few days after, i’m suppose to be saying ‘I do.’ with the man I love.
"I apologize for his horrendous behavior, Ami." Mama Sandi said to me. I plastered a fake smile and looked towards her.
"It’s alright Mom, I understand. I think I should check on him though. You know, his issues with anger." When in all reality, I was pissed And, I knew exactly where he was going. The bitch.
"Oh, Ami. You are just so wonderful. I don’t understand why Aubrey dislikes you." She smiled and hugged me. This lady smells like mothballs and sweat. When she released, I forced the smile back on my face. I said goodbye and grabbed my coat. I’m going to let this hoe know, who she’s dealing with.
I stormed into her house. The absent cars notified me that I didn’t have to uphold my sweet girl image to Nicki’s parents. Perfect. I walked into Nicki crying, of course. And Aubrey holding her. They both looked up and I crossed my arms.
"Dammit Ami! Why do you keep following us?" Aubrey yelled standing up. I saw Nicki pulling down her sleeves but I shrugged it off.
"Why are you always here with this Trick?!" I yelled.
"Who are you calling a Trick?!" She attempted to defend herself. But I knew she wasn’t shit. Never will be.
"Sit down, Nobody was talking to you. Grown ups are speaking." I swerved and looked back at Aubrey.
"Grown up? Bitch you the size of a smurf." She think she got joke. I rolled my eyes, and then hit Aubrey’s arm for laughing. Nigga. It wasn’t funny.
"Aubrey, you’re coming home with me, now."
"He’s not going anywhere." Nicki stood up and walked over to me.
"Excuse me, but did I not say, ‘Aubrey’? Who the fuck was talking to you." I walked up to her. I’m not scared. Before she could retaliate, Aubrey pulled her back and stepped in front of her.
"Now is not the time, Ami." He said sternly.
"Aubrey, let’s go."
"Ami, go home."
"Not without you."
"Shut the fuck up and get out of my house." Nicki pulled him back and got back up to my face. Honestly, her pores are the size of texas. She looks like fucking Kruger. 
"Make me, bitch." She looked away and chuckled. But before I knew it, her fist had hit me. Lucky shot. I brought my hand to where she had punched me and looked at Aubrey. He was laughing. My eyes started to water but I didn’t want them to see my cry.
"Aubrey…Do something."
"You came here looking for a fight, didn’t you?" He said. I looked at both of them and rolled my eyes, letting the tears fall.
"Fuck you." Is all I could say before leaving. Fuck them.

    

NICKI’S POV

I fucking hate that bitch! Yes I know hate is a strong word but wholeheartedly hate her and Shawn. Sometimes I feel like this is all a terrible dream and that our parents wouldn’t do this to us,

but I wake up everyday facing the reality that it’s not. 

“Thanks to that bitch, my fucking hand is killing me.”
“Oh my God that was hilarious! I can’t get how she was acting all bad and shit then you stepped to her and decked her and then the look of shock on her face!” Drake spoke while laughing. I smiled and looked at him.
“You do realize she’s gonna tell your mom right?” He frowned and fell back onto the sofa.
“Nic! Why did you have to ruin my fun?” He groaned. I shrugged and climbed on top of him.
“Sorry, but its the truth. She’s gonna tell your mom, your mom is gonna tell your dad, and then your parents are gonna tell my parents.” I sighed and put my head down on his chest. He started playing with the strands of my hair.
“Hey Nic-”
“Huh?” I looked up at him.
“You know since Grad is in a few days, we should sneak off. What do you think?”
“I think that’s a good idea that honestly could not go wrong.” I answered sarcastically.
“C’mon Nic! Don’t be negative! This may be our last…”
“Our last time together, yeah I know, no need to remind me.” I laid my head back down on his chest and started to draw circles with my finger tip.
"See even you know we probably aren’t gonna be able to see each other anymore.”
“Nic, I didn’t mean it like that. What could happen?”
“Uh we could get in trouble.”
“Oh. Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be?”
“Bish whet?” The look he gave me made me bust out laughing.
“Ok. Whatever do you mean darling?” I asked in my british accent.
He shook his head at me.
“I mean, we are already in trouble, so what some more gonna do? Unless you’re scared.”
“Uh excuse me? Scared. Do you know who you’re talking to? What makes you think I’m so scared?”
“By the way you’re acting.”
“You know what, fine! We can do it,” He brought his hands to my waist and lowered them towards my ass.
"We can?" He smirked.
"Pause, playboy." I saw a big smile appear on his face. I chuckled and smiled back at him. For the next couple of hours, Aubrey and I devised a plan and then we got on the topic of my problems.

I hate talking about them. I hate that I did that to myself.

Aubrey is the only person who knows and I plan on keeping it that way. My parents would be so ashamed if they found out. Hell, I’m even ashamed. I can’t believe I did it. I never thought I would be that person nor did I ever think I would be in this position I am either. 
Aubrey has this way of making everything okay and making you feel comfortable. He picks me up when I’m down or when I’m at my lowest point. The thought of not seeing him again saddens me because he’s everything to me. He’s practically my lifeline.

 

It was the next day and I woke up feeling happier than I have in months. I went ahead and told my mom my excuse which was one of my more simpler ones, the ‘I’m hanging out with my boys’. Today might be the last day I have to share with Onika, and i’m not gonna waste it.
I waved goodbye to my mom and walked towards the trail where Onika and I agreed to meet. I heard tiny footsteps behind me and I turned with a smile on my face, but that smile quickly faded when I saw Ami.
"What are you doing here?" She rubbed her arm and looked straight at me.
"I came to talk." I sighed heavily and looked around to see if Onika was coming. She wasn’t.
"Talk."
"I just wanted to say sorry. I know you really love Nicki, and i’ve been a jealous bitch. Fucking shit up." She didn’t look me in the eye, she just played with her feet, drawing circles in the dirt. I didn’t say anything. And I guess that cued the tears.
"I got to go pick up my dress with your mom." She slightly smiled. "See you next week." She walked away not saying another word. 


      

NICKI’S POV

"Yeah, With Thembi mom, love you." I hung up and continued to fix my hair. Last day with Aubrey. After Tonight, the next few days will be preparing for hell. Grad is tomorrow, and I have to prepare this fucking catastrophe my parents and the Camry’s call a wedding. I haven’t even seen Shawn since the shooting; I don’t want to anyway. I walked into my closet and picked one of the jays sitting in the corner. I looked back up and saw my grad dress. I stared at it for a while but was cut out of my trance when I heard a knock on the door. It couldn’t have been Aubrey, we’re meeting at the trail. I ran downstairs and answered to Satan.
"What th-" Before I could answer, Shawn planted his lips on me. I tried pushing him off, but he was too strong. 
"Shawn, get, off!" I mumbled during his slobbery kisses. He finally released and I hit him as hard as I could.
"ARE YOU SENILE?!" I yelled at him. He didn’t answer. I looked up at the large clock hanging on my wall. I pushed him aside and walked out. I’m late. I ignored him calling my name to come back, and started running towards the trail. The trail wasn’t far, but it wasn’t exactly close. And I wanted to get there as fast as I could. I came near to the spot and was about to speak, until I saw them.
She brought her arm up to his neck ran her fingers through his hair. I watched as Ami attacked him with his lips. I cleared my throat and watched them both turn around.
"Onika…" He said. I shrugged and nodded.
"Is this why you called me here?" I rolled my eyes back and looked up in attempt to not let my tears fall.
"Why do you always play with me?" I didn’t let him answer. I looked at Ami.
"Keep ‘em." I turned to walk away and saw Shawn running. He stopped when he saw me crying and stuck his hand out. I pushed it away and continued walking. He followed behind me.

    

AMI’S POV

Hook, line and sinker. Got ‘em right where I want ‘em. I didn’t plan on Nicki’s raggedy ass to come but, hey- was a great show. I looked at Aubrey he was looking at the ground. I put my hand on his arm but, he shrugged it off.
“This is all my fault.” I whispered. He looked at me and I looked away. This nigga is a sucker for waterworks. He kissed his teeth and brought me into a hug. I pushed him away.
“Don’t.” He looked at me confused. ” Don’t hug me. Let’s not pretend we’re buddy-buddy. We’re not buddy-buddy. Go get her Aubrey.” He looked straight at me and I weakly smiled.
“You’re serious…” I nodded and pointed to where she ran. He looked and sighed.
“I’ll just go home.” I looked at him. Perfect answer.
“Well, I’m heading there anyway, wanna walk together?” I stood out my hand and I was surprised her grabbed it. We walked hand in hand not saying a word. We walked up his driveway and he opened the door for me. I thanked him and walked inside.
“Mama G?” I yelled. I knew she wasn’t home, but I had to play along. He thinks I came to go get my dress with his mom. “She’s not home yet?” He shook his head ‘no’ and I sighed.
“You mind if I wait for her?” I sat at the table and watched the clock. After a few minutes he finally offered.
“You wanna…chill, upstairs?” I looked at him as if he was crazy, but inside I was screaming ‘hallelujah.’
“You think that’s a good idea?” He scratched the back of his head and shrugged. I stood up and walked near him.
“Lead the way.” He partly smiled and walked up the stairs into his room.
“Hey! Wanna have a little fun?”
“What kind of fun? Your fun always seems to get me in trouble with Nika.”
“I was just gonna drink while we watched the movie and I was wondering if you wanted to join?”
“Sure, why not? Maybe I can drink my problems away.”
“Maybe.” I smirked and sat on his bed, while getting a pint of vodka out of my bag as I waited for him to put a movie on. During the movie, drinks were flowing and he had considerably more than I did. Which was all part of the plan of course. But anyway back to Aubrey, I could see how upset he was. I know I was acting but, damn. It kinda really pains me to see him like this. I paused the movie and looked at him.
“What you do that for?” He asked. I scooted closer to him and looked him, eye to eye.
“You’re upset. Let’s talk.” He shook his head ‘no’ but I wasn’t taking that for an answer.
“You love her, a lot.” He looked up and sighed.
“She never wants to hear my side. She always jumps to conclusions. This always happens, and she hasn’t even texted me back.” I nodded and put my hand on his shoulder and this time, he didn’t deny me. I moved closer and whispered.
“I’d never do you like that, Aubrey.” We stared deeply into each others eyes until we both leaned in for a kiss. I felt sparks fly, as his lips planted against mine. Soon, things progressed rapidly and I squealed as he brought his arms to my waist bringing me up on top of him and he started kissing down my neck. I moaned lowly, biting my lip. He brought his hands down lower, cupping my ass. He grabbed it, which made me moan louder. He smirked and so did I. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and went in for another kiss. Before we knew it, clothes we’re being thrown left and right. Aubrey had already flipped me over and started teasing me.
“Mmm, please.” I begged. He smack my inner thigh and devoured me. I grabbed the soft bed covers and arched my back, letting him have his way with me. “Shit.” I cursed under my breath.

    

SHAWN’S POV 

“Can you stop following me?!” She yelled again before she attempted to slam the door in my face. I blocked her off and walked in.
“Sure Camry, come in. It’s not like I slammed the door in your face for a reason.” I chuckled and looked at her, hands in pocket.
“Where have you been?” She yelled at me. I shrugged and answered.
“Out and about.” She scoffed.
“Yeah, real husband material.”
“Oh so you’re considering it?”
“Do I have a fucking choice?” Damn.
“Barbie, chill.”
“Don’t call me barbie.” She stormed past me and walked into her kitchen. Kendrick Lamar started playing and I knew it was her cellphone. I reached for it, but she hit my hand.
“Don’t.” She looked at the caller ID and rolled her eyes, guess it was the lightskinned noodle nigga.
“Why are you here?” I could hear her voice crack.
I saw tears strike her enticing eyes and I felt my heart twinge. I always did like Nicki, but I never knew how to show it. The jerk card always worked with other girls but not with her so I’m at a loss.
“Nicki, don’t cry.” I reached up to her face and tried to wipe her tears, but she flinched away from. I couldn’t blame her. I treated her like shit. I put her through a lot. She has got to be the only one who can make the real me come out.
“Okay, lemme try something else,” I offered my hand out to her. She looked at it, then at me. I shook it, practically begging for her to grab it. She finally grabbed my hand and I walked her over to her bed and we sat down.
“I know I haven’t exactly been the best person to you, but I honestly really like you.”She laughed and rolled her eyes. I’m being one hunnid right now.
"I think you’re the only one who can make me be … me." She stood up from the bed and walked over to her dresser. I watched her prop her little body up, and sit on top; crossing her arms.
"You’re not the typical girl I hit and ditch. I can tell my front isn’t working. If you will give me another chance, I promise to do better.” She looked me in the eyes and studied me for a while. I guess she saw that I was being sincere and agreed to give me another chance. She looked down and I could tell she fazed out. Probably thinking about where she is with the Graham cracker. But If you ask me, she doesn’t need him. At all.
“Fine. One more. That’s it.” I smiled and nodded. She weakly smiled back. I stood up and walked near her, resting my hands on her thighs.
“To make it up to you and maybe make you feel a little better, maybe you’ll let me take you out and do the things that daffodil nigga was supposed to do.” She smiled.
"I’d like that." She answered. I kissed her cheeck and she giggled. Kendrick started playing again, and this time she answered her phone.
"OH FUCK AUBREY!" Nicki squinted her eyes and removed the phone from her ear. She looked at it and put it back on her ear.
"You like that?" Nicki could feel herself tear up. She blinked, letting the tears fall. 
"Nika, bae, you alright?" I asked. I knew Ami had a plan, and maybe this was it. She hung up and threw her phone. I watched her break down and hope off the dresser, throwing herself on her bed. 
"Nicki, what’s-"
"They fucked."

Quickie

 

Nicki's POV

It’s been four days. Four. Fucking. Days. Why the hell is he avoiding me? Ugh! I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m never this horny. What does he do to me? I aimlessly walked around the vast home just thinking and plotting out my plan. I made my way to the spacious wine cellar and grabbed a bottle of Château Garraud Pomerol. As I trekked up the stairs and entered the kitchen, I couldn’t help but think of the look on Drake’s face when I surprise him.
The sound of the cork popping out of the wine bottle caught his attention from all the way in his office.
“Nic?”
“Yes?” I answered sweetly.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting something to drink. Do you want me to bring you a glass?”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Um a surprise.”
“Ha okay. What are you planning?”
I smirked and tip toed my way to his office. I peeked my head in before kindly saying ‘nothing’. I knew he could tell I was up to something but he just didn’t know what.
“Okay if you say so Onika, so where’s the drinks?”
“Still in the kitchen, I didn’t wanna keep yelling back and forth.”
“Oh ok well I’ll come and get it.”
Oh yes you will you. I mused in my head. Making a small smile appear.
“No, no I got it.”
“Oookay.”
My smile stayed on my face as I sashayed away into the direction of the stairs. I started to think of what I should wear for Papi, then it hit me. I’m not treating him. This is for me. So I said fuck lingerie and stripped down to nothing and put a pair of red bottoms on. I wandered to the full length mirror and took a view of myself. I turned around and smirked at myself.
He can’t possibly resist me looking like this.
Down the stairs I went, making my way back to the kitchen. I grabbed the neck of the wine bottle and gently poured the deep red liquid into each glass. I took a little sip from my glass and picked up Drake’s glass. The clicking of my heels was audible as I sauntered my way to his office.
“Papiiii. I have your drink.” I spoke as I entered the office.
“‘Bout time, I was-”

    

Drake's POV

I took my eyes of the screen of my laptop and I couldn’t even finish my sentence. My mouth hung open. Right in front of me stood caramel complexioned goddess. Fuck. She had me and she knew it. She walked sexily over to my desk and bent over so that her plump breasts were inches from my face. My mouthed watered, wanting to suck and nibble on them. My mind, then, thought about her sweet ocean. How good she feels, the moans she makes, the faces she makes, everything.
Stop it! I yelled to myself.
I grabbed my wine glass and took a swig of it. I noted the taste and saw her walk her way to me. Her nails lingered on the mahogany desk. The slow clicking of her heels and her sexy walk was turning me on even more. Boy, did she know it. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. Her nails gently scratched up toned arms. I leaned back in my chair and let out a breathe. I felt her presence behind me and soon felt her hands on my shoulders.
“Ooh you’re tense, I think you need a massage, huh Papi?”
I remained silent and continued to sip my wine. Her hands drifted down my chest, scraping her nails going back up.
“Cat got your tongue Papi?” She giggled. “I know you want it.” She purred in my ear.
I side eyed her before speaking. “Do I?”
“Yes, you do. I can tell you are about to crack any minute.” She told me as teased my earlobe with the tip of her tongue. I bit my lip and watched her come around to the front of me. She bent over and grabbed the arms of my chair and pushed me back. My eyes trailed down her voluptuous body and back up, meeting her dark piercing brown eyes. I saw a change in them, signalling she had an idea. She hopped on the top of my desk and spread her legs. Her pussy glistened in the light from her wetness. I gripped the arm of my chair. This was fucking torture. Seems like all we do is fuck lately that’s why I’ve been avoiding her.
“Why are you avoiding me Papi?” She questioned as she teased herself. “I don’t know why you would I mean look at me.” She smirked.
“Now that I think of it, I may have wore you out. I mean, we’ve had so many rounds last week. You probably need to recover.”
I took a breath in. She knew how to get to me. I heard a moan escape from her mouth and my eyes immediately went her pussy. She was slowly rubbing her clit. I clenched my teeth and felt my dick throb for attention.
“Papi y-you don’t know how mmmuch I want-t you to ma-ake me cumm. Fuck. B-But I can d-do it, I-I don’t need you.”
I saw her slide two fingers in herself. Her juices began to drip from her swollen pussy. I silently undid my pants and stood up when she tilted her head back from the pleasure she was giving herself. My hand locked around her wrist and I pulled up before plunging into her. She yelped out in surprise and pleasure.
“Couldn’t resist anymore?”
“Shut up!” I growled and started thrusting harder and faster.
“FUCK!!” She screamed.
I felt her walls squeeze my dick but I pulled out before she could have her orgasm.
"You fucking bastard!"
"See what happens when you talk shit! Turn the fuck around!"
“No.”
“What did you just say?”
“I said no!”
“I see you’re still talking back. Getcho ass over here.” I instructed. I grabbed her arm and practically threw her into my chair so she was in my favorite position. My hand struck her ass, she screamed and I saw her wetness drip down on my chair. I teased her with my tip, hearing a whimper from her. Slowly I thrusted inside her and instantly withdrew once my full length was in. She cut her eyes at me. I chuckled and pushed myself deep in her, continuously thrusting, showing no mercy.
“OH MY GOD!!! Fuck! I-I’m gonna c-cum!”
A smirk developed on my face as I pulled out. I heard her groan and attempt to touch herself. I quickly grabbed her arms and pulled her to my chest.
“Are you gonna stop talking back?” I asked.
Silence. I dropped one of my hands and reached to her clit. I rubbed her in fast small circles making her moan and fidget. Just as she was about to cum I stopped.
“Please!” I heard her beg.
“Please?”
“A-Aubreyyyy.”
“Yes?”
“Stop playin’!”
“Well are you gonna behave and stop talking back?”
“Yes!”
“Hmm? I somewhat believe you. But you gotta work for it. Ride for me Onika.”
She slowly lowered herself on me. Up and down she bounced. Her breasts were almost hypnotizing. I licked my thumb and put it on her clit, helping her fall into her orgasm. Her body tensed and jerked as I rubbed her most sensitive spot.
“Ohhhhhh fuck!” She yelled, raking her sharp nails down my arms. I saw her eyes roll back as she finished cumming.
“I came so fucking hard.” She told me. I cupped her face and brought her down to me. I gently kissed her for the first time. Nicki broke the kiss as I thrusted into her hard and deep. I wasn’t gonna stop until I got mine. Her screams filled my ears as she came repeatedly on my dick.
“Goddamn Onika.” I said through gritted teeth. I hit her with my signature move before hitting my orgasm.
Nicki picked her head up from the crook of my neck. Our breathing was heavy.
“4 days is how long we go without sex if we are in the same house. Deal?” She said.
“Deal.” I laughed.

Determined Destiny // Won't Work // Chapter 8

 

AMI’S POV

I was going over to my husband’s house to study, as I went up the stair of his porch, I saw the front door open. My first thought was, "Awww he saw me coming." but no. The door opens and there’s Nicki and him, I guess saying their goodbyes. Drake leaned down and kissed Nicki, pretty passionately on the lips. Anger and jealousy instantly filled me. What is it about her that he is so in love with? That shit honestly pisses me off because I think Nicki and I are somewhat alike. What does she have that I don’t? Oh wait, class.
“Ahem.” I cleared my throat in attempt to stop them, but of course to no avail. Seriously?!
“AHEM!” Finally they broke their tongue battle and looked at me. I smiled and wiggled my fingers at them. Of course, I got Nicki’s signature eye roll. Who does this bitch think she is? Alway acting like she something. The only thing she is, is a wannabe.
“What do you want Ami?” Drake asked me. Nicki turned, and cocked her hip, crossing her arms. She ain’t cute.
“Well uh, to spend time with my husband and study. Oh! I would also appreciate it if you both of y’all’s tongues away from each other.” Nicki again rolled her eyes and held on to Drake’s side.
"Drake you belong to me, I’m your wife and Nicki, you have Shawn, now get on.” I pointed towards the door.
“Bitch, don’t even mention my name. It’s already bad I gotta breathe the same air as you. Please don’t make it worse.” Drake busted out laughing. I felt my anger rise. Lord, give me the strength not to hurt this bitch.
“Damn Nic.” Drake said.
“What? Just being honest.” She looked up at him and they both smiled. Sharing giggles and chuckles.
“Seriously Drake?” I asked.
“What?”
“You aren’t even going to defend me?”
“Uh…no.” Nicki cackled and pointed her finger at me.
“Your face!!” Nicki exclaimed.
“Look bitch-” She cut me off.
“Ugh do I have too?” She dramatically tilted her head back and slumped her shoulders. I glared at both her and Drake. This bitch better recognize who she talkin’ too. Don’t mess with me.
“Okay, I’m done being nice. This is your last and final warning, stay away from my husband or else.”
“Oh else what bitch? You think I’m scared of you? HA! Think again.” I saw Nicki readjust her backpack and start walking down the last few steps.
" Have fun with your psycho wife Aubrey.”
“Oh so you gonna do me like that?” He asked. I lifted one of my eyebrows. Nicki walked back up the steps and kissed him on the lips. Longer then wanted.
“Better Papi?” She bit her lip. I think I’m gonna throw up.
“Yes Mami. Love you.” Nicki hugged him again and walked down the steps.
“I know. Ha! I love you too!” She brushed pass me and left the house, not closing the door. I looked at Drake, pissed off. He just looked at me and shrugged.
“Can I come in?”
“No.”
“Aubrey!”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why does she get to call you that?”
“Because she is Onika and you aren’t. What do you want?”
“I wanted to study with you and talk about the wedding.”
“I already studied with Onika and I don’t give a shit about this wedding, have a nice day.” Did this nigga really slam the door in my face and reject me?! Oh it’s on now!

    

NICKI’S POV

God! I hate that bitch! I hate her almost as much as I hate Shawn. I’m tired of this fake ass shit he’s on. He’s sweet one minute and then can be the biggest asshole in the world. I’m still mad at him for shooting Aubrey and not to mention our parents. How could they still want to go through with this knowing that he shot Aubrey and he could  possibly shoot me too. 
I finally reach my house and I turn the knob to go in and to my absolute delight, I see Shawn and my parents sitting on the couch with this woman that I haven’t seen before.
“There’s my beautiful wife.” Shawn greeted. I tried to ignore him but my dad told me not to be rude so I said “hi.” in the most flat and mono toned voice.
“Onika be nice! We have company!” My mom whisper-shouted to me.
I closed the front door and put on smile. I walk over to where everyone was sitting.
“Hi, I’m Onika but I go by Nicki.”
“Hi Nicki, I’m Lorraine, You and Shawn’s wedding planner.” She plastered a big, fat smile on her face. Me, not so much.
“Bye.” I said turning around. Not until, of course my mother stopped me,   
“ONIKA!” I sighed heavily and dropped my backpack on the ground. I dragged my body in the chair furthest away from everybody, mostly because I hate almost every person in this room. Lorraine is working her way there. She just held up more and more pictures of these cheesy wedding venues. I couldn’t find an ounce of a fuck to give. This wedding is with Aubrey and I so it’s irrelevant. My mother was taking over anyway. She picked mostly everything, and Shawn? He was just on his fucking phone the whole time. Not that I give a damn, but nigga, you’re getting the fucking privilege to “marry” me.  Better make it seem like you care.     
“What do you think of this one, Nicki?” Lorraine cut me out of my thoughts. I skimmed it for a second and nodded.                                        
"Yeah, sure. Whatever.” I heard my dad clear his throat. I looked over at him and he glared at me. I sighed aloud and stood up.                             
 "Mother, Father. I have to take a piss, is that acceptable with you?” I said very prissy like. They are starting to agitate me.                                 "
‘NikaNick, don’t talk to them like that.” Camry added. I darted my eyes at him.                                            “Don’t call me that. And mind your business.”
"Hunny, Your business will soon be mine too." He stood up.
"Then get this memo, FUCK. YOU." I yelled. Everyone gasped but Lorraine. My father yelled at me and sent me to my room. Exactly what I wanted. I went back to my chair and picked up my backpack. I stormed off and slammed my door. I threw myself onto my bed and wiped the tears that we’re rolling down my cheeks. I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket and tried to FaceTime Aubrey. After a few attempts, he finally answered.
"Sorry, Ami wouldn’t leav- Onika, are you crying?" He asked. I nodded and looked up at the camera. I saw the hurt in his face.
"Ohh, babygirl. Please. Don’t cry." That just made it worse. I started sobbing and I tried to stop, but I couldn’t.
"There was a wedding planner here, Aubrey. This is really happening." I cried out. He stayed silent.
"What if after this, I never see you again." I looked down and we both wallowed in the silence. All you could hear was my small sniffles.
"AUBREY! DINNER!" I heard Mama Sandi yell in the background. We both looked up at the front camera.
"I uh- I gotta go." He stuttered. I nodded and kissed my two fingers, putting them on the front lens. He weakly smiled and did the same.  "Call ended." flashed on my screen and I slowly dropped my arm down. I looked over to the picture frame on the my side dresser.

     

I felt the tears slide down my face again, but this time I didn’t weep. I just wiped them and turn off the lights. Thank god tomorrow is Friday.

      

DRAKE’S POV

I stared at my phone, with thoughts running through my mind about what ‘Nika said. What If we never see eachother again? My mom interrupted my thoughts, calling me down to eat. I walked halfway down the stairs. I saw her and I sighed heavily, tilting my head back.
“Why are you still here?” I dragged out.
“Aubrey!” I heard my mom shout. I lifted my head and looked at her.
“What?”
“Stop talking to your wife like that.” Ami lifted her eyebrow up and crossed her arms.
“She isn’t my wife though. So I’ll talk to her as I please.” I walked down the rest of the steps.
“Excuse me? Are you getting smart with me?”
“I don’t know. Am I?” Yes.
“That’s it! Go to your room. I’ll bring your food up.”
“Don’t bother, this sight makes me lose my appetite.” I pointed at Ami, and she fake gasped; bringing her hand to her chest. Turning on the back of my feet, I left the dining room, hearing my mom’s rants get more distant.
I opened my door, I flopped on my bed and stared at the ceiling. So much was running through mind. Graduation is next Wednesday. I have to go apartment hunting with Ami on Sunday.

Why can’t I be apartment hunting with Nicki? Why can’t I be engaged to Nicki?

She’s the only the person I see a future with.There has to be a way out of this arranged bullshit. My thoughts soon ventured to Onika’s addiction. The only time she seems to be doing good is when she’s with me. Every time I see her in the hallways at school, the look of pure sadness and despair on her face breaks my heart. She’s so unhappy. Why can’t her parents see that? Do they not see how she suddenly wears long sleeves and bracelets all the time now?
What can I do? What can she do? Nothing. I’m sitting here helplessly watching my best friend, my family, the love of my life slowly deteriorate and become someone I don’t even know.
I heard my door open and close, I didn’t even bother to lift my head and look, but I was soon met with the displeasuring sound of Ami’s voice.
“Daddy, are you okay?” Daddy? Bitch, what?
I remained silent. I felt my bed shift and saw her out of the corner of my eye lay down next to me. I turned over on my side and got my phone out to to text Nika.

» Hey baby, you ok?

“Drake talk to me. I can’t fix anything if you don’t talk to me.” Ami whined.

» Nika you there?

“Drake why are you ignoring me?”

» Nicki I need you to answer me!

“Drake!” She yelled.
“What?! What do you want from me?!” I jumped off my bed and stared at her.
“I was just…asking if you were okay. And for you to talk to me!” Ami screamed back with tears in her eyes. I fell for that crying shit once before, not gonna happen again. I throw on my J’s while dialing Nicki’s number.
“Please answer the phone Nika.”

   

N/O’s POV

After ending the call with Drake, Nicki got up and went to the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror and saw someone she didn’t recognize. She looked down on her wrists and lightly touched her wounds. She winced at the pain, and slowly sat down on her toilet.
How did it come to this? The old memory of how her life used to be constantly replayed in her mind. 

“What did I do to deserve this?”

That question floated around her brain every agonizing moment of every day. Soon, Nicki heard a knock on her bathroom door. She asked who it was, but before she could get the full question out the door flew open.
“What do you want Shawn?” Nicki quickly covered her arms.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” It took Nicki a while to answer.
“Everything.”
“You completely embarrassed me down there!” Nicki stood up and walked right past him; back into her bedroom.
“You were on your phone the whole time I was down there!”
“Who the fuck are you getting loud with?!” Shawn questioned before pushing Nicki. She refused to be fucked around with. She turned and faced him.
“You! You’re the only person here asshole!” She shoved back, which only angered Shawn more. He hauled off and smacked her across the face. Her body fell to the ground.
“Now imma ask you again. Who. Are. You. Getting. Loud. With?” Nicki thought back to when he first hit her, and how weak she was. But she wasn’t gonna let that happen anymore. She lunged herself back up and yelled right in his face.
“Are you deaf?! I said YOU!” Shawn flew into a rage and started beating Nicki. He had pushed her back down, and followed her to the ground. Her screams were futile. She tried her best to block his powerful punches. Her parents had left with Lorraine and Shawn told them he would meet them, he wanted to “check” on Nicki first. 
His punches had stopped.
Nicki laid on the floor, crying and holding her face. Her sleeves had fallen.
“Ew, what the fuck?! You cut yourself?!” Nicki had noticed and quickly pulled them back down. Instant shame overcame her, and she looked at Shawn’s disgusted face.
"That’s disgusting. I can’t believe I have to marry you. A fucking cutting board.” Shawn coldly stated before leaving her. Nicki laid on the floor until she heard the front door close. She slowly sat up and let all what Camry said sink in. She went back to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Tears falling out of her eyes as she looked her battered self.

She was done. 

“What else is there to live for?” She whispered to herself.
Aubrey was still fighting with his mom in the dining room. He was trying to cut the argument short so he could run to Onikas. Finally he gave up and just left.
"Aubrey Drake Graham!" Was the last thing he heard his mother yell before he slammed the door and ran off.
Nicki left the bathroom and went downstairs, she went and got a bottle of vodka from her dad’s office. He didn’t know that Nicki knew where he hid the keys.
Nicki ran back upstairs and went to her bathroom and got the bottle of aspirin. She unscrewed the cap and poured a bunch into her hand. She took a deep breath and chucked the pills down her throat. Then, she opened the bottle of vodka and drank all she could. Nicki stared at herself in the mirror, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’.
She then heard a bang on the door.
"ONIKA!" her eyes widened. 
"Aubrey?" She whispered. She dropped the bottles and ran down the stairs. The room was spinning and she wasn’t walking so straight. She threw her hand onto the door handle. After years of struggle, she finally opened the door. She looked up at him.
"Onika?" He whispered. She just stood there and weakly wobbled. She then fell to her knees and vomited. Aubrey jumped back just in time. She just kept vomiting and vomiting. Drake ran inside and grabbed a bottle of water.
"FUCK!!" Nicki screamed at the top of her lungs. She started punching and kicking the walls. Aubrey brought her into a hug, trying to get her to stop.
"Nicki! Nicki!" He kept yelled.
"FUCK!! IT ISN’T GOING TO WORK." Her petit body could hold that much alcohol all that once. Let alone, all those pills. 
"WHAT ISN’T GOING TO WORK?!" Aubrey yelled. Nicki didn’t answer. She just kept crying,

It isn’t going to work.

Determined Destiny // What Now // Chapter 7

Ciara's POV

We all sat quietly; looking at each other. Giving each other slight smiles, but we we’re all thinking the same question. ‘What are Aubrey & Onika doing in there’. Nobody wanted to interrupt; for Aubrey’s sake. All he’s been thinking about is Nicki. And now that they are finally together, nobody had the heart to tear them away from each other; not that they should in the first place.
“Ciara, dear.” I looked up at Mama Carol. I smiled as a reply.
“Why don’t you go check on Nicki & Aubrey?” I nodded and smiled, standing and brushing my jeans. I was then shoulder pushed by skinny as bitch rushing past me.
“Ami?” I whispered. I walked towards her.
“What.” She mumbled.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I stood in front of the door, denying access. She crossed her arms and glared at me.
“I’m here to see Drake.”
“Aubrey’s busy right now, he doesn’t have time for pests.” I crossed my arms too.
“You may be his sister, but I’ll still whoop your ass.”
“Try me bitch.” I got in her face. She doesn’t intimidate me, no one does. She narrowed her eyes at me and all I did was raise an eyebrow. She scoffed and walked off. I rolled my eyes and turned around. I slowly opened the door and peeked through. I saw Onika, sleeping next to Aubrey, with her head on his chest. I smiled and closed the door. I went back to the waiting room.
“Are they alright?” Aubrey’s mom, Sandi asked. I nodded.
“They’re just resting.” I smiled at sat back in my seat.



Nicki's POV
 
I slowly opened my eyes and squinted at the bright hospital lights. I rubbed my eyelids and yawned, raising my head from Aubrey’s chest.
“Aubz…?” I whispered. He was still sound asleep. He needed it anyway. I sighed and reached for my phone in my pocket. I scrolled through and saw a million texts and missed calls. All from Camry. I rolled my eyes. He’s obviously the last person I want to hear from.

MEANWHILE 

Shawn and his boys sat in the hookah bar. Smoking and drinking, and watching the girls sway their bodies side to side. They all were smiling and yelling ‘FREE LIL CAMMY’. They all thought it was a joke, except Shawn. He would laugh, but only to put up a front. He was scared, frightened actually. All he could think about is what he had did. This “bad boy” image he built up for himself just wasn’t working. He wanted to get into Yale, major in mechanical engineering, start a business, create a family. But he was lead in the wrong path, and made some decisions that he wasn’t even sure of at the moment.
Every chance he got, he would call or text Onika. but she wouldn’t answer.
~
My phone rang and I didn’t want Aubrey to wake. Panicking, I quickly (and accidentally) slid my finger across ‘answer’. I rolled my eyes.
“Hello.”
“Onika! Oh shit- finally.” I hear the music in the background start to fade. He was going to somewhere private.
“What do you want, Camry?”
“Last name basis now?”
“You fucking shot Aubrey.” It got silent for a minute. I scoffed.
“If you have nothing to say, then don’t call m-“
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I heard him choke up, is this nigga crying?
“I didn’t mean to shoot him, I didn’t mean for all of this- I just…” I was bout to open my mouth to speak, but he just kept pouring out.
“Would ‘sorry’ have made any difference? Does it ever? It’s just a word.” He paused.
“And now, his parents are sitting in a waiting room, probably stressing over some bullshit problem, I started because I was tryna impress ma boys.” I heard him chuckle. It got quiet again.
“Fuck.” He said, and hung up. I stared at my phone, scrunching my eyebrows.
“Who was that.” I jumped at the sound of his voice.
“Shit, Aubz. You scared me.” I smiled and cuddled into him.
“Sorry baby.” He kissed the top of my head. I looked at him and kissed him. His soft lips.
“I missed you.” He said. I smiled and nodded.
“I missed you too.”
We fell into a stark silence, both of us not wanting to the address the giant elephant in the room. What now, was the only thing running through my head. 



Drake's POV
 
I knew what Onika was thinking. "All of this was her fault." I kinda feel bad because half of me wants to believe it is and the other half knows it’s not her fault. I guess I feel that way because if she hadn’t been with Shawn, none of this shit would’ve happened. There was no way in hell I was gonna tell Onika that.
She was talking to that nigga, bet money. How could she? That nigga shot me and she’s still gonna talk to him. We needed to talk, but how do we start? So many questions are running through my mind.
Just as I worked up the nerve to finally address this awkward situation, in walks Ami.

Fuck.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Ami asked with attitude.
“I could ask you the same.” Nicki retorted.
Oh fuck. I’m contemplating to push the button for a nurse to come in, ‘cause this ain’t ending well.
“Bitch was anyone talking to you?” Ami walked closer to the bed.
“Alright hoe, first of all, who in the hell do you think you’re talking to.” Nicki got off the bed, and walked near Ami.
"Second, I don’t give a fuck who you thought I was talking, but I am talking to you." Nicki got right in her face. And I knew she was ready to swing.
"Third, you can take ya stank ass the fuck out of this hospital because you aren’t needed.” Huh, she didn’t swing…
“I think you forgot the roles here sweetie.” Ami got closer.
"I’m his wife and you, are some home wrecking slut, who needs to fall the fuck back." Nicki raised her eyebrow, crossing her arms.
"I mean, you are the reason why my husband is laying in hospital bed.”
“You got about 0.5 seconds to shut the fuck up before I murk ya ass.” Nicki stook her finger in her face. Nicki fakely lunged in her face, I watched as Ami jumped. I tried to stifle my laugh, but to no avail. I saw Nicki smirk and turn around, making her hair slap Ami’s face. Onika walked back to bed, but just stood next to it and re-crossed her arms.
“Aubrey!! She just threatened me!! Do something!”
“The fuck you want me to do? I’m laying in a hospital bed. You the one that came in here looking for trouble, can’t take it? Get the fuck out.” I rolled over, and faced the other side. Shit, I ain’t got time for this. The was a long pause until I heard the door slam. I turned back over and saw Nicki, still facing the door.
"Nicki?" I called out to her. She remained still. I heard her sniffle, and I knew she was crying.
"Nicki." I said more stern. She turned around and wiped her eyes, faking a smile.
"Yeah?" She kept sniffling and breathing heavy. I signalled her to come sit and she started weeping. I brought her into a hug, and let her cry on my shoulder.
"Don’t let what Ami says, get into your head." She nodded and looked back up at me. Smiling.
"You know I love you, right Aubrey?" I smiled back at her.
"I love you too."


Nicki's POV

It’s been 2 months now, and everythings back to normal. No sign of Ami or Shawn. And that’s just how I like it.  I was over at Aubrey’s and we were doing homework;well I tried to continued to my chemistry homework, but all I could hear was a tapping noise. I looked at the corner of my eye, and there he was, tapping his history book.
"Aubrey, stop it." He looked at me, and continued to tap his book. I looked over at him.
"Aubrey, stop." He smiled and kept tapping his book.
"AUBREY." I laughed and threw his pen to the ground. I smiled back and threw one of his pillows at him;hit him square in the head. I saw his head jerk to the right. My mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as I tried to not laugh. He looked at me and tackled me. I couldn’t stop laughing. He pinned me down against the bed and started tickling me. 
"Ahahahaha, Aubrey!" I tried pushing him off, but it didn’t budge. He kept tickling me. Our playtime was cut short but a knock on the door. He got up and went back against the pillows. I laughed and answered.
"Come in!" In walked my parents, and Aubrey’s parents. We both sat up on the bed.
"Ma, pops, whats-" Aubrey was cut off by his mother.
"You guys are still obligated to obey our commands." We both looked at eachother, confused.
"The arranged marriges." My mom added. I groaned and fell back against the bed. Are you fucking kidding me.
"Mom, seriously?" I rejected.
"Yes, Onika." My father said.
"CAMRY FUCKING SHOT AUBREY!" I was getting mad now. Everyone looked shocked.
“ONIKA TANYA MARAJ. YOU WILL NOT BE USING THAT LANGUAGE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!" My father yelled. He’s scary when he’s angry.
“MAYBE I DON’T WANT TO BE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!" That didn’t stop me from yelling back.
"It’s funny you mention that, ‘Nika. You and Aubrey will be enforced to move in with your future spouses." Aubrey’s mom, Sandi said. What. the. fuck.
"Ma, you have got to be-"
"There are no if, ands, or buts about it. After the wedding, you will be moving in together. And that’s mandatory." Before we could complain, they all left the room. I could feel the tears stream down my face.
"What the fuck." I heard Aubrey, murmur under his breath. 
"No." Is all I managed to get out. No. That’s all that i’m thinking; the only word that seems to be in my head. No.
“No!" I stood up and ran into my bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and back down at the razor sitting on the sink. I then looked over at the door, Aubrey was banging on.

fuck.

“Onika! Open this door!”
“No! Leave me alone!” I screamed as my voice cracked.
Aubrey had found out about my cutting while we were still in the hospital. I forgot my bangles one day when I went back to visit him and he saw the scars and the scabbing. I started hyperventilating and threw my blade on the bathroom floor. I sat on the floor and threw my head into my hands, propping my knees up. Aubrey had stopped knocking and screaming and I looked at the door, mascara smeared across my face.
"Onika, listen." He said more calmly. "Pain is a pesky part of being human, I’ve learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can’t be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing-“ I ripped the door open and ran into Aubrey’s chest, my comfort zone. I hugged him tightly and felt my tears soak his shirt.
What were we gonna do now? Why are we being put through this? What did we do to deserve this? I just want my Aubrey. I want us to be together and every time we try, it fails.
I can’t be or stay with Shawn, he is crazy, he will drive me crazy.
I just want to die sometimes. Seems like the only way out. When you really love someone, you’ll do anything. Ask the bullet that went through Aubrey’s chest.