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  The Pink Palace 2:

  Triple Crown Collection

  Marlon McCaulsky

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Prologue - Back Again for the First Time

  1 - The Baddest Bitch

  2 - Paranoia

  3 - Dining With the Devil

  4 - Sexual Seduction

  5 - Deal with the Devil

  6 - Ego

  7 - Special Circumstances

  8 - Disappearing Act

  9 - Marked For Death

  10 - Relaxers

  11 - Obsessed with me

  12 - Just like me

  13 - Revelations

  14 - Private Party

  15 - Preexisting Condition

  16 - Holding back the years

  17 - Daddy’s home

  18 - The business

  19 - A common enemy

  20 - Judas kiss

  21 - I’m going in (and I’ma go hard)

  22 - Battle of the Sexes

  Epilogue - Meet me at the alter in your white dress

  Copyright Page

  Prologue

  Back Again for the First Time

  Atlanta, GA

  NICOLE “NIKKI” BELL

  It had been three years since I’d been back here at The Pink Palace. It felt like a lifetime ago. I was a different person now than I was back then. Back then you couldn’t tell me nothing. I was hustling these tricks, shaking my ass, and selling my body to the man with the most cash. I was doing anything and everything for the dollar. God, I was so stupid back then.

  It wasn’t until I got caught up in my own hustle and got my ass kicked by a nigga who didn’t give a shit about me, and I almost died as a result of my stupid state of mind, that I realized how foolish I was being and changed my life.

  So you ask, why was I back there? Because less than a month ago, my whole world was ripped apart, and now I had to do what I had to do in order to protect the man I loved.

  After I quit stripping three years ago, I started to live my life with the man I loved with all my heart, Andre Wade. Dre had quit the game, too, and started his own business in midtown called A-Town Grillz. And more importantly, we had a baby boy. Tyler changed everything for us. I became a mother, and Dre was going to be the father to Tyler that he never had. We were starting to live our lives together, and we bought a house in College Park in the Stone Ridge subdivision. We decided to take our time and plan the wedding that I never thought I would have.

  My cousin Janelle, who I loved dearly, was going to be my maid of honor. She was going to be mines like I was hers when she got married to Jayson.

  I was so proud of her. Janelle had always been the strongest of us. I never told her this, but she had always inspired me to do better. I wondered what she’d think if she saw me now.

  But at any rate, life was going perfect—or that’s what I thought until Dre started to receive mysterious phone calls. Dre always seemed to be upset after he got off the phone. I finally decided to ask him about it.

  “Dre, baby, what’s going on?” I asked him.

  He smiled. “It’s nothing, baby.”

  “It didn’t sound like nothing. Who’s been calling you?”

  “Nobody important. Just some niggas I used to run with back in the day,” Dre coolly replied as he picked up Tyler off the couch where he fell asleep.

  “What do they want?”

  “Like I said, nothing important,” Dre said to me as he took Tyler to his room and laid him down in his crib. “The only thing I’m looking forward to is getting your pretty behind down to Miami this weekend.”

  Whatever it was, Dre didn’t want to talk about it, and I didn’t want to push it and start a fight right before we went on a mini vacation to South Beach. Besides, if Dre didn’t want to talk about something, he wasn’t gonna talk about it.

  “Okay, well, Penny said she’d watch Tyler for us. I don’t know how she’s gonna deal with both Tyler and her bad-ass little Tarius, but she said it’s no problem,” I told him.

  “Good. Our flight leaves at twelve thirty tomorrow, so we’ll drop him off at nine.” Dre saw a concerned expression on my face. “Nikki, you don’t got anything to worry about, okay?”

  “Okay, baby, but you know you can tell me anything. I love you.”

  “I know, Nikki. I love you too.” Dre kissed my lips.

  I knew Dre had not gone back to hustling, but he still knew people in the game. Dre had even told me that the money we made from A-Town Grillz was more than enough and he didn’t need to hustle anymore. Between selling custom grills and jewelry, CDs, and a small fashion boutique I ran in the store, we were able to buy our house in College Park.

  But in my heart, I knew there was something else going on that Dre wasn’t telling me. I decided not to press the issue. I would just concentrate on enjoying myself in Miami with my man.

  We packed our suitcases that night, and the next day, we dropped Tyler over at Penny’s house over in Morrow. She still stayed in the same house Janelle and I used to stay in with her. Penny had quit dancing at The Pink Palace a year ago and I hired her at our store. After we dropped off Tyler, we drove to Hartsfield Atlanta Airport, and we were off to Miami.

  After I had Tyler, Dre made it a point to take little mini vacations together so we wouldn’t get caught up in just living life but also enjoying it. We had the money, so why not?

  We got to Miami two and half hours later, and Dre rented us a 2011 Lexus Coupe and we drove down Ocean Drive to The Regent hotel on Miami Beach. This was a lavish suite with a beautiful view of the beach from the balcony. Dre was doing it big for me, and that’s why I loved him so much.

  “This is what I needed,” I said to Dre as I stood on the balcony and stared at the blue water.

  Dre walked up behind me and put his arms around me. “And you’re all I need right here,” Dre said as his big hands rubbed my breasts.

  I leaned my head back and kissed him. “You’re all I ever needed, too, baby.”

  “You wanna go down there?”

  “Yeah, I want to show you my new bikini I got from the Mychael Knight collection.”

  “I can’t wait to see you in it,” Dre replied eagerly.

  Dre went back inside and changed into a pair of black shorts and flip-flops and went down to the lobby to wait for me. I got changed into my exclusive Mychael Knight blue two-piece bikini.

  I was shocked at how well my body got back into shape after I had Tyler. It was like I never had a baby. In fact, my breasts went up a couple sizes after I had him, and it helped me fill out this bikini.

  After I got dressed, I took the elevator down to the lobby. When the door opened, I stepped off, and Dre’s eyes lit up.

  “Sweet Jesus! Nikki, you look . . . wow,” Dre droned.

  “Just the reaction I was hoping for.”

  “Girl, I’m scared to take you out there.”

  “No need to be. I’m all yours.”

  We headed out to the beach, and just like Dre feared, all eyes were on me. Guys watched me walk on the beach, and my bikini showed all my sexy curves from my incredible eye-popping cleavage, long brown legs, and my round ass that bounced to its own beat.

  But I wasn’t the only one getting stares and looks. Women were ogling Dre like the beefcake he was. Dre’s sexy muscular chest and six-pack were hard enough to lick whip cream off.

  I had to admit the women here on South Beach were gorgeous too. I even caught Dre sneaking a peek at a couple of Jamaican chicks. I couldn’t even get mad at him, because they were stunning. It was a good thing we didn’t live there, or I’d have to fight a chick every day!


  Later that night, Dre took me to a nightclub called Club B.E.D. If a man couldn’t get a woman in bed there, then he should just stop trying altogether. The atmosphere in the club was young and sexy, and I was the sexist woman in the spot. I wore a red spaghetti strap dress, matching Prada shoes, and my MAC makeup was flawless. Dre was pimped out in black Avirex Jeans and an Avirex logo printed polo. He was laced with his long, platinum chain, iced-out Rolex, and his Atlanta fitted on his head.

  Dre ordered us some Patrón. The club was filled with ballers making it rain on pretty women and hustlers flossin’ their ice. The DJ dropped Usher’s “Love in this Club,” and that’s what it looked like everybody was doing on the dance floor as the women grinded on the men. So you know I had no choice but to put it on Dre in my own special way.

  The club had plush, soft beds, and I made Dre lay back as I straddled him and rode him like a jockey. I grinded my hips back and forth in a sexy dance, giving him a preview of what he was going to get later that night.

  “Oh, shit, Nikki,” Dre exclaimed as I felt his dick become rock hard underneath me. “You gonna make me tear your ass up right here in this club!”

  “Well, we are on a bed, and it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve made love in a club,” I purred to him.

  Dre grinned. “Hmmm, yeah, that was the shit.”

  “That was nothing compared to what I got in mind for you tonight,” I said and gave him a kiss as my tongue played with his.

  Once again, I gained the attention of some men watching as my dress rose up and exposed my red thong. We decided to get up and dance. The DJ put on Mario’s “Music For Love,” and I let the baseline hit me. I was putting it on Dre like I was his personal stripper. Well, actually I was. I bent over and gyrated my ass on his crotch, and once again, all eyes were on me as niggas were taking notes.

  After a few more songs and a few more shots of Patrón, we went and sat back down on the bed.

  “Baby, I gotta go to the ladies room.”

  “A’ight, baby. Hurry back.”

  “You know I will,” I replied as I walked to the restroom. I had to pee really badly. I guess that Patrón just ran through me. Must have been the reason I was feeling so horny!

  After I came out of the ladies room, I saw a dude that was watching me on the dance floor. I knew what he had in mind, and I tried to avoid him, but homie was on a mission.

  “Hey, momma, where you going?” he said to me. “I got what you need right here, baby girl.” He smiled and showed me his fucked-up yellow teeth. This muthafucka looked like Eddie Griffin on crack!

  “Back to my man,” I confirmed to him, walking away. This nigga had the nerve to grab my arm! Looked like I was gonna have to bust a nigga head.

  “Why you running away? I seen the way you were grinding on that nigga, and I just wanna holla.”

  I snatched my arm away from him. “Don’t you ever put ya hands on me! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled at him.

  He grinned. “No disrespect. I just think you can do better.”

  “Negro, please. You better be glad my man ain’t see you touch me or you’d be fucked up right now!” I turned to walk away.

  “Drunk-ass stripper bitch!”

  Now why did he have to say that shit to me of all people? I turned back around and glared at him. “You know what your problem is? You a weak-ass nigga. Learn how to talk to a woman. Weak-ass rap. And fix ya mutherfucking grill before you try to talk to a chick with them yellow, rotten teeth,” I yelled and walked away.

  Dre was getting his drink on when I got back to him.

  “Hey, baby, I’m ready to go.”

  “Already? You sure? We just got here,” Dre asked me, confused.

  “Yeah, I’m sure.”

  “Something wrong?

  “No, I just wanna go back to the hotel now.”

  “A’ight, lets go,” Dre replied and got up off the bed.

  We left the club. I didn’t tell Dre about what happened in the club, because I didn’t want Dre to kill that fool. Plus, I was already pissed off. I was having a good time with my man, and that bitch-ass nigga had to bring me down.

  We drove back to the hotel, and I went out on the balcony to get some fresh air and stare at the ocean. The view was beautiful at night. I shouldn’t have let that nigga get to me when I was there in that beautiful city with my man.

  “Hey, baby? You okay,” Dre asked.

  I turned and looked at him. “Yeah, I’m sorry I was short with you at the club.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I need to talk to you alone anyway.”

  “What about?”

  “Have a seat,” Dre said as he gestured to the chair on the balcony.

  I sat in the chair as Dre stood in front of me. “Nikki, for the past three years we’ve been kickin’ it, and I’ve never felt this happy. We’ve been through hell and back and we’re still here. You gave me a son, a little me. You’re my lady. You’ve always been the one,” Dre said to me sincerely.

  “What are you saying, Dre?”

  “I know we’ve talked about getting married after we had Tyler. In my mind, you’re already my wife, but I just wanna make it official,” Dre affirmed as he got down on one knee in front of me and took out a little black box.

  I couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

  “You mean everything to me, and I wanna give you the world. Nicole Bell, will you marry me?” Dre asked as he opened the box and I saw the biggest diamond on a platinum ring I’d ever seen. I was speechless and just stared at the ring. “Nikki? This is the part where you’re suppose to say something.”

  “What? Oh, yes! Oh God, yes!” I shouted, excited as Dre smiled from ear to ear.

  He slid the ring on my finger and my eyes began to water up. I kissed Dre’s lips. This was the most perfect moment of my life. I never thought I would ever be engaged to a man. After stripping for six years, I just thought that marriage wasn’t meant for a woman like me.

  As we kissed, all those hurt feelings I felt went away, and the horny mistress in me came back out. Dre’s tongue danced with mine, and I felt my pussy get wet. He kissed my neck and shoulders as he slid my spaghetti strap off my shoulder and exposed my titty. My nipples were stiff as Dre sucked on them.

  “Lets go back inside, baby,” Dre suggested to me, and I had a better idea.

  “No, let’s do it right here,” I hummed with a naughty grin on my face.

  “What? You serious?”

  “Uh-huh,” I replied as I opened my legs for him.

  Dre slid his hands up my inner thighs and massaged them. My pussy was pulsating with excitement as I felt myself become wetter. Dre pulled my thong to the side and rubbed his thumb up and down my clit, using my wetness to lube me up. Then he took his thumb and licked it clean.

  “Just as sweet as ever,” Dre said and went back and pulled my thong down.

  The cool sea breeze on this hot summer night made me feel even hornier as Dre licked my walls. I bit my bottom lip as I felt his saliva mix with my wetness. Dre pulled my ass to the edge as I leaned back in the chair. His tongue flicked my clit back and forth, bringing my orgasm closer to the edge. I rotated my hips up and down as my pussy throbbed. That was when Dre unleashed his “Tasmanian Devil Tongue” on my pussy.

  “Oh, fuck! Aaaahhhh,” I shouted at the top of my lungs, not caring who heard me.

  Dre’s tongue swirled around my clit as he slurped my juices up. My legs trembled uncontrollably as I climaxed.

  “Ah, ah, Dre! Please . . .”

  Dre pulled back, wearing my juices on his face, and smiled. I stared in his eyes and smiled back as my orgasm rushed over me. No words were needed as I tried to catch my breath.

  Dre took off his Avirex polo, reveling his muscular, sculpted chest. He stood up, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants and underwear. That elephant trunk dick of his stood out like a pole. Damn, just looking at his body made me wet all over again. My pussy was still throbbing from his to
ngue-lashing.

  “Stand up and turn around and face the ocean,” Dre commanded, and I obeyed.

  I put my hands on the balcony handrail and bent over, pushing my ass out. Dre stood behind me and smacked his hard dick against my ass.

  “Ow! You so hard,” I turned and said to him.

  “And your ass is so soft.” Dre took the head of his dick and rubbed it up and down my pussy. Then he slowly pushed his shaft in me, inch by inch.

  “Aahh,” I moaned as he slowly stroked me from the back.

  Dre knew how to work me slow and deep, making me feel every inch of his stiffness. I threw it back on him, tightening my pussy, gripping his dick when he pushed into me. There I was, on the sixth floor of a hotel balcony, with my dress around my waist and my right titty hanging out, getting hit doggie style by my fiancé. My pussy was jumping, feeling his manhood rise inside me. I felt my pussy cum on his dick.

  “Dammit, Dre. I love the way you fuck me,” I said, out of breath.

  Dre proceeded to hit me harder and faster, gripping onto my hips. My pussy began to make that squishing sound as I began to moan at the top of my lungs. My hands held on tightly to the railing as Dre pounded away.

  “Ah! Ah! Oh God!”

  I look out at the beach and see passersby looking up at our balcony performance. They were too far away and it was too dark for them to really see us anyway. Besides, I didn’t mind being a ho for Dre, because soon I would be his wife.

  Dre withdrew out of me, and my legs wobbled as I held on to the railing for balance.

  “Let’s go to the bed, baby,” Dre said to me as he stood behind me. His dick was dripping with my cum, glistening in the moonlight.

  “That sounds good, but I can’t walk, baby.”

  “You won’t have to,” Dre said as he walked over to me and picked me up.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist. Dre put his hand under my ass then took his hard dick and plunged it back in me. Dre pumped me deeply, kissing my lips as he walked us back into our room and laid me on the bed, careful not to take himself out of me. Then I let my legs spread farther as Dre lay on top of me and made love to me.