Yes, Daddy

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Amber Riley as
Bonnie Bryant 
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Jeffrey Dean Morgan as 
Chuck Davis
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Ian Bohen as 
Callum O'Sullivan 
​~*~

"Mmm SHIT! Girl, this apartment is niiiiiiiiiiiice. Like damn, you kinda bougie, ain't you?"

Bonnie took a slow and deep breath as she tried to ignore the provocative banter that had been going on for almost an hour. She tried to be as diplomatic as possible, hoping that her silence would make this process go faster.

"Yo, this carpet is mad soft, bro, like... I could sleep on it. Like it's softer than a pillow."

Bonnie exhaled again.

She completely regretted allowing her ex to visit her home and pack his things. She knew she should have gone with her initial gut feeling and thrown his shit outside in the street, making him race the garbage truck to pick it up.

But she didn't want to be the angry black woman. The bitter black woman. The jealous black woman who couldn't hold onto her man.

No, Bonnie was above that... right?

"It's gotta cost like mad money to live here, right? Like how do you even afford to live here? You on food stamps or some shit? You got a sugar daddy?"

Bonnie gritted her teeth before she slowly exhaled... again.

She glanced at her ex's girlfriend, Khloe, and tried to keep it respectful. "I'm a fashion designer," Bonnie said tightly.

Khloe scoffed. "Bitch, everyone thinks they're a fashion designer nowadays."

"I work for Vera Wang," Bonnie snapped.

"Ain't that that Asian chick who do nails?" Khloe said popping her gum.

Bonnie blinked at Khloe. "You know what? One second."

She quickly turned the corner into the bathroom. She opened her mouth and screamed silently. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Bonnie leaned over her charcoal-patterned marble bathroom sink as she tried to calm down. "God, it's me again! IT'S ME! YO GIRL! Listennnnn, Papi, we gotta talk! You and me! One on one! Leggo! See, I'm trying, Father. I really am! You said to turn a blind eye, but I'm about to yank out hers! You said turn the other cheek but I'm about to make both her cheeks swell when my foot meets her face. Father, I'm not tryna get turned away from your pearly gates but I really feel like the devil is gonna welcome me with open arms if this girl don't shut her ass up!"

Bonnie leaned against her sink and took deep breaths. "Father, if you're testing me, please know right now, I'm gonna fail. I will. You have faith in my patience, but Lord! I have none!"

She shook her head as she tried to calm herself down. "I swear if Daryl and his dumbass hoe do not get the fuck up out this apartment... I'm gonna catch a felony."

A few moments later, after Bonnie had washed her face and cursed a few more times, she walked out of her bathroom with a smile on her face.

She tried to bite her tongue as she glanced at Khloe going through her DVD set.

Bonnie eyed the details of Khloe's short jean skirt that stopped just underneath her ass. Her long, toned tan legs ran for miles. Her round stomach protruded, but they hardly dwarfed her large perky breasts. Her curly blonde hair looked like ramen noodles and her bright green eyes made her look like the devil.

Bonnie had to catch herself.

She hated how natural it came to compare herself to... the other woman.

But she couldn't help it...

Khloe was beautiful. She was 7 months into her pregnancy and she still looked like one of the models that Bonnie dressed for runway shows.

Bonnie thought Daryl was her soulmate. Her future husband and father to her children. A part of her wished they could go back in time and she'd figure out what she did wrong to make him look for warmth in someone else's bed...

But she quickly shook her head. She had gone to that dark place too many times and faced significant difficulty trying to find her way out.

"Ooh, snap! And you got a flat-screen TV?! BABY, WHY YOU AIN'T YOU TELL ME SHE HAD A FLATSCREEN?" Khloe yelled to Daryl in the other room.

"Excuse me!" Bonnie snapped finally. "Do you mind not yelling like that? I really don't need my neighbors all up in my business."

Khloe rolled her eyes as she popped her gum. "Aight, damn. You ain't gotta be so rude."

Khloe pushed a strand of her blond hair behind her ear, sporting a very familiar engagement ring on her finger.

Bonnie felt the air leave her lungs as her eyes brimmed with tears. She shook her head in disbelief and walked out of her living room, headed towards the bedroom.

Pushing her door open, she saw Daryl sitting on the floor in front of an open box.

"You're not done yet?!" Bonnie said with exasperation.

Daryl looked up at her and frowned. "Babe, chill-"

"DON'T CALL ME 'BABE!" she snapped angrily.

Daryl looked at her with wide-eyes. "Aight, damn... sorry... Look, I'm almost done. Just relax."

Bonnie shook her head as she rubbed her temples. "I have a really important meeting with my client in less than an hour and your raggedy-ass 90s era Christina Aguilera wannabe blackfishing baby mama is getting on my last damn nerves, Daryl. I can't take this! I tried to be diplomatic about this, but I'm sick of extending the olive branch and I'm sick of you taking advantage of my kindness."

"Yo, why the fuck are you trippin' for? You the one who said I could come here to get my stuff and now you acting like a damn crazy person," Daryl said standing to his feet.

"Crazy?! You're gonna sit there and call me crazy?! You've been cheating on me for months! You get another girl pregnant! You act like it's no big fucking deal and you have the audacity to call me crazy?! NIGGA IS YOU FORREAL?!"

"See, Bonnie, this is why I couldn't stand being with your ass in the first place. You always got a problem with something and you so damn high maintenance. All you do is complain about shit. How the fuck you expect me to stay with someone so damn miserable?"

Bonnie's eyes bugged. "EXCUSE ME?! Complain?! Daryl, the only thing I've ever complained to you about is how difficult it is to do my job as one of the only black women in my-"

"There we go again!" Daryl said throwing his hands in the air. "Black women this and black women that. You always talking about your damn struggle, Bonnie. That's why I can't be with no black females. Y'all always got some shit going on. I needed someone low-maintenance, Bonnie."

Bonnie blinked at him. "NIGGA, IF YOU BROKE JUST SAY THAT!" she said clapping her hands. "You know what?! FUCK THAT! GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE!"

Bonnie shoved Daryl towards the door.

"What about my stuff?" Daryl asked.

"FUCK YO STUFF! I'LL SHIP YO SHIT!" she snarled as she shoved him into the hallway.

Khloe jumped startled when she saw Daryl stumbling into the living room with an angry Bonnie behind him.

"What's going on?" Khloe said popping her gum.

"Come on, baby, we leavin'," Daryl said grabbing Khloe's hand.

"But what about your stuff? I really like this flatscreen TV, baby," Khloe said.

"Bitch, that's not his. Everything in this damn place I bought cause your baby daddy is broker than a tooth fairy in a house full of meth heads," Bonnie snapped.

Daryl sucked his teeth as he headed for the door.

"Wow, Daryl was right. Y'all are bitter. No wonder he left your fat ass," Khloe said sucking her teeth.

"Bitch, if you don't get the fuck out my house right now, I will slap you into a hashtag," Bonnie threatened as she clapped her hands.

Bonnie shoved the door close and turned around. She slid down against the door to the floor and burst into tears.

Her makeup ran down her cheeks as she shoved her fingers into her hair. Her emotions were a large bridling mess of anger and depression.

She could hear her mother's warning echoing in her mind. Her warning not to move in with Daryl. Her warning not to marry him. Her warning not to give him access to her heart.

But Bonnie fell willingly and she fell hard.

And now all she felt was brokenness.

She heard the alarm go off on her phone, letting her know that her meeting was starting soon. Shaking her head, she stood to her feet and walked to the bathroom to clean herself up.

Minutes later, Bonnie was seated in front of a computer in her home office. A bright smile sat on her face when her client popped up on the screen.

"Bonnie Bryant! We've been looking forward to meeting with you!" one of the men in the little boxes on the screen said to her.

Bonnie tried to concentrate on the meeting, but she felt so distracted. She tapped her pencil on her sketchbook as she zoned out.

"Ms. Bryant?"

Bonnie perked up and looked at the screen startled. "Yes? Yes, I- I'm sorry, I missed the question."

The people on the screen looked at her disapprovingly.

"We said that your last designs were impressive and were wondering how soon you could get the revised versions with our edits back to us," a woman repeated.

"Right," Bonnie said smiling nervously. "Of course. I can get them to you by the end of the week."

"I'm afraid this is time-sensitive. Can you get them to us by Thursday morning?" the man asked.

Bonnie let out a sharp breath. "Yes, of course. Absolutely."

The video conference ended when her phone quickly rang.

"Ms. Shiu. Hi."

"Is something wrong, Bonnie? You hardly seemed present during that meeting?"

Bonnie frowned. "I'm sorry, Ms. Shiu, I-... was a bit distracted..."

She could hear the disappointed sigh in her director's voice.

"It won't happen again," Bonnie said quickly.

"Be sure it won't. I know you're fresh out of college, Bonnie, but you have a lot of potential. With your talent, I see you going very far in this industry. Don't fuck it up."

"Yes, ma'am."

Bonnie let out a labored sigh as she hung up the phone.

"You really gonna let this nigga fuck up your bag?" she muttered to herself.

Her phone rang again.

"Hello..." Bonnie groaned.

"Well, I was calling to see how the meeting went, but from the way you answered the phone, I guess I have my answer," her friend Athena said on the other end.

Bonnie shook her head. "Disaster. Daryl and his baby mama were over earlier and they just... raised my blood pressure."

"I told you not to let Kanye Pest and Kim Khartrashian come over. Uhaul his shit and send him the invoice," Athena said sucking her teeth.

Bonnie chuckled. "Yea... you're right..."

Athena could hear the frustration in Bonnie's voice. "You know what you need? You need a night out to just let go and not think about that ashy negro and his snow possum."

"Not snow possum," Bonnie laughed.

"You free tonight, mami?"

Bonnie looked at her calendar and smiled. "Yea, I got time."

~

"Do you see your target?"

"Affirmative."

Callum looked through the lens of his rifle. Three buildings away in a tall skyscraper, his eyes perused a crowd of people gathered in a banquet hall.

He tilted his gun ever so slightly until it landed on an animated man with grey hair and a white beard talking with his hands.

"Be sure to take out his son as well. Our client doesn't want any loose ends."

"When do they ever..." Callum muttered in his deep, slight cockney-accented voice. He aimed his gun and paused for 3 seconds before he pulled the trigger. He tilted it again and pulled the trigger once more.

"Clean as usual."

Callum sat back against the edge of the bed in his empty hotel room as he unscrewed the bottom of his rifle.

"Do I have anymore after this?" he asked.

"I booked you another job from the Miroku clan."

"Cancel it. I have plans tonight," Callum said deconstructing his rifle. He opened up the black case on the bed and carefully put the parts back inside.

"I didn't know you had plans."

Callum grinned. "I don't always have to tell you what I'm doing."

"Hmm. I guess. But my feelings are hurt. I feel left out."

"Tough. You'll get over it," Callum said closing the case. He slipped off his black gloves and picked up the case in his grasp. He checked his phone and smiled at the text message.

"Send all business matters to voicemail. I'm off the clock for the rest of the night," Callum said heading towards the door of the hotel room.

"Except the ones concerning your brother?"

Callum's hand froze just above the door handle. "...has something new come in?"

"Nothing to get too excited about, unfortunately. I received a report that he was last seen in London but that was over a month ago."

Callum sighed. "...Is he still working with Ronan's runt?"

"Yes, as far as I know, he's still partnered with the bastard Beaumont. Apparently, he's also been spotted with some American pop singer."

Callum raised an intrigued brow. "Look into that. It could be a lead. I want any and all information about Connor the moment it's leaked. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Callum opened the door and headed outside.

"Will you at least tell me what you're doing if it's not concerning hunting down your brother?"

Callum stepped into the elevator and smiled. "Just visiting an old friend," he said before taking out his earpiece.

~
 
"Alright, alright! I think your old man got it down this time. What about this one?"

Chuck stepped out into the hallway wearing a pair of dark-colored jeans, and a white linen shirt underneath an aged black leather jacket. He did a slow spin as he popped the collar of his jacket.

Leaning back against the kitchen counter, Jason grinned. "HEYYYYY, PAPIIIII CHULOOOOO! BOW CHICKA WOW WOW!"

"Ew! Dad. No," Mikayla said sucking her teeth from the couch.

"Well now that's two completely different reactions and you both are twins. That means one of y'all is lyin' to me!" Chuck said.

"You look fucking hot!" Jason said slapping his hand on the counter. "Open up your shirt a little more. Ladies like a little man chest."

"You look like one of my directors. Go change," Mikayla groaned.

"I don't mind looking like a director," Chuck said checking himself out in the hallway mirror. "Michael Bay shit. Doesn't he have women flocking to him?"

"Eh, he's a misogynistic piece of shit. You've got more of a Guy Ritchie thing going on," Jason grinned as he fixed his father's collar. "There we go!"

Chuck looked at himself in the mirror and winked. "Goddamn! We Davis men clean up good."

"Imagine walking through life being this damn fine?" Jason grinned.

"It should be a sin!" Chuck said.

"Devil's knocking on our door," Jason snickered.

"Shit, I'll just ignite the flames of hell with all this heat!" Chuck said before he and Jason burst into laughter.

Mikayla rolled her eyes as she sat back against the couch. "I still don't think it's a good idea for you to go out."

"He's been sober for 2 years straight," Jason said to his sister. He looked at his father and smiled with pride. "You deserve to go out. I'm so fucking proud of you, pops."

"Shucks, boy, you gonna make me cry," Chuck grinned as he pulled his son in for a rough hug.

"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" Jason asked.

"Nah, I'll be fine. Besides, I haven't seen my guy in years. It'll be good for us," Chuck said just as the doorbell rang. "Speak of the devil."

Jason ran up to the door and looked through the peephole before a wide grin spread across his face. He swung the door open.

"UNCLE CAL!"

"JASON FOOKIN' DAVIS!" Callum grinned as Jason threw himself into his arms. Jason hugged him tightly as he lifted him in the air. "JEEZUS! You've gotten huge!"

"That's what she said," Jason grinned as he pulled back from him. "I haven't seen you in years. How you been?"
Callum shrugged. "I'm alive."

"Is that Uncle Cal?"

Callum looked past Jason and saw Mikayla standing from the couch.

"Is that Little Mickey?" Callum grinned as he stepped inside.

Mikayla rolled her eyes with a smirk as she wrapped her arms around Callum's taught body. "I've outgrown that nickname you know."

"Never. You'll always be my Little Mickey," he said kissing the top of her head.

Callum looked up and met Chuck's amused gaze. His signature mischievous grin sat on his sightly aged face, nicely framed by his groomed peppered beard. "Look at this fookin' champ," Callum grinned.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do I know you? Jason, why'd you let this motherfuckin' stranger in my goddamn house?!" Chuck laughed.

"Oh no, 'scuse me, old-timer. I'm just here to escort you to your retirement home. If you'll come this way," Callum said faking a Southern drawl.

"Man, fuck you! I'm in the best goddamn shape of my life," Chuck scowled as Jason and Callum burst into laughter.

Callum pulled Chuck into a rough hug as he patted his back. "I fuckin' missed you, you crazy ass son of a bitch," Chuck sighed.

"I missed you too, mate," Callum said, pulling back from him. His light blue eyes gazed fondly over his friend. "You look good, Chuck."

"Bitch, don't I know it," Chuck laughed as he slapped his hand on his shoulder. "And look at you. You look like the fuckin' terminator."

"You did always love to exaggerate," Callum grinned.

"Fuck off. You ready to go?" Chuck asked.

"Dad, I still don't think it's a good idea for you to go," Mikayla said quickly. "You're literally a recovered alcoholic. Don't you think you're putting yourself in a bad situation by going to a bar?"

"Come on now, Mikayla, your pops been in plenty of bars and I ain't had one alcoholic drink. I'll be fine," Chuck said heading to the door.

"Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on him," Callum winked at Chuck's children as he followed Chuck to the door.

"Just like old times, right Uncle Cal?" Jason grinned.

​"Except this time, he won't be coming home a drunken mess," Callum smirked before he closed the door behind them.

~
"Where you stayin'?"
Callum took a sip of his beer and licked the foam from the top of his lip. "Hotel not too far from here."
Chuck finished the last sip of his glass of water and slid the empty glass across the table. He looked up at his friend and smiled. "You left your big fancy palace in the UK to come all the way to New York and book an expensive ass hotel for an old bastard like me?"
An amused grin sat on Callum's face as he watched his finger trace the rim of his beer. "I booked my hotel the same day I got the call from, Jason." Callum raised his eyes and Chuck could see a bit of emotion flickering in his light blue irises.
"...I thought he was calling to tell me something far worse..."
Chuck's smile slowly faded as his eyes fell to the small wooden table in the darkly-lit bar. "He's a good son, that boy... Whole time my ass was in the hospital, withering away he-... he never left my side..."
Chuck quickly wiped a tear from his eye. "I don't deserve that boy. I don't deserve none of them kids."
Callum shook his head. "Why would you say that, Chuck? You're a good father."
Chuck scoffed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Good father? I'm the reason their mother left us. I wasn't good enough, Cal. Couldn't give her the life she wanted. And even after she left, I couldn't keep my shit together. My dumbass was cradling a bottle of booze when I should have been cradling my daughter every time she cried at night."
Callum let out a labored sigh as his fingers drummed on the table. "Correct me if I'm wrong... but are you not the same one who adopted Sarah's boys after she was arrested?"
Chuck shook his head. "They just stayed at my house, Cal..."
"You fed them. You bought them clothes. I remember you going to every school meeting every time they got into trouble and those boys definitely knew how to get into trouble."
Chuck waved his hand dismissively. "That school treated them like shit. They needed someone to look after them."
"And you don't think you're a good father?" Callum asked. "The fact that your son loved you enough to watch you all that time you were in the hospital is a testament to the kind of relationship you two have. And that's because of you."
"Mikayla hated me for the majority of her teen years," Chuck snickered.
Callum chuckled. "Yea, well... Little Mickey has always been a bit of a drama queen. It's why she went into acting." Callum leaned forward and looked at Chuck. "She still loves you."
Chuck smiled thoughtfully. "There's this ah... boy...Jeremy... not mine, but one of her kids."
Callum raised a brow. "The other family?"
"Yea..." Chuck said anxiously rubbing the back of his neck. "He's such a good kid. He's so goddamn smart, ya know? Like his brother. And he... he's already pretty attached to me. Which is weird cause I'm like what the fuck do you wanna get attached to an old bastard like me for."
"Because you're a loveable guy, Chuck."
Chuck looked at Callum and smiled gratefully.
"I wish I could have had a father like you..." Callum muttered. "You fostered love between your children. My father?"
Callum shook his head in frustration. "All he did was breed hate..."
"Don't you have like 9 brothers?" Chuck asked with a raised brow.
Callum swallowed hard. "...I used to..."
Callum looked up and met Chuck's concerned gaze. "But enough of that. How's that water treating you?"
"Like shit. I'd never say this in front of Mikayla, but goddamn what I wouldn't do for a fucking shot of whiskey," Chuck groaned.
"Maybe I should order you a virgin margarita," Callum teased.
"Oh fuck you!" Chuck snapped as Callum laughed out loud. Chuck rubbed anxiously at his temples. "No alcohol, no sex. I'm losing my damn mind."
"There's no reason why you shouldn't be knee-deep in pussy, my friend," Callum said sipping from his beer. "If anyone knows how to get laid, it's you."
Chuck shook his head. "That was back in the day, Cal. I don't recognize this dating world. I've tried like 5 dating apps and they all made me feel old as shit. I tried Tinder, Bumble whatever the fuck that shit is... Jeremy told me to 'broaden my horizons' and downloaded this app on my phone called Grindr. There wasn't one goddamn woman on there!"
Callum threw his head back in laughter. "I'm going to guess Jeremy is... gay?"
"Bi. The little squirt has two damn lovers, by the way," Chuck scoffed. "These boys been having threesomes and foursomes galore."
"It isn't too far off from our old days," Callum grinned.
Chuck looked at Callum and grinned knowingly. "These kids wouldn't have been able to keep up with us back then."
Callum smirked as he finished his beer. "Well..." He gestured to the other side of the crowded bar.
Chuck followed his gaze and saw several women laughing, talking, and drinking.
He grunted. "Too many choices. You know how indecisive I am," Chuck grinned.
Callum rolled his eyes. "Just pick one already. I've already chosen mine."
Chuck scanned the crowd before he landed on a beautiful, dark-skinned black woman in a tight blood-red dress that exposed an ample amount of her large, thick thighs. Her large breasts sat nicely over her puffy, round stomach. Her hair danced a few inches above her shoulders as her head bobbed from the way she spoke to her friend sitting next to her.
"Now, if that ain't the most perfect lookin' specimen of a woman I've ever seen," Chuck grinned.
Callum raised a brow. "I sincerely hope you're not talking about the woman in the red dress, because I've already chosen her."
Chuck scoffed. "Cal, you a whole damn lie. Ain't no way your pretentious British ass can handle a fine-looking dame like that."
Callum laughed. "Chuck, she'd eat you alive."
"Shit, I hope she swallows me whole," Chuck grinned. "And look at that ass! It's a fucking shelf. You could land a plane on that ass, goddamn!"
Callum snickered as he glanced at the young woman. "Well, come on then," he said standing from his chair. "Whoever wins her over gets the prize between her thighs."
Chuck grinned. "Just like old times?"
"Those were good times, my friend," Callum mused.
~
Bonnie leaned on her hand, sipping a margarita as she watched her friend Athena chat up some rando with too much hair gel.
The man had drawn on eyebrows that made him look like Coco Austin and wore thick cologne that suffocated her nostrils. But he had bought Athena two drinks, which she had passed on to Bonnie.
That apparently counted for something.
Bonnie let out a frustrated sigh.
She thought that going out with her best friend would help take her mind off of Daryl. She had hoped that some hot guy would chat her up, buy her drink, and if she was really lucky, take her home so he could bang the depression out of her.
It was the whole reason she wore the red dress that she kept in the back of her closet. Beyonce instructed her to have a Freakum Dress, but apparently, this dress wasn't it since not a soul had approached her the entire evening.
She looked at her friend Athena and frowned. Athena was a spitting image of Zoe Saldana. Long, slim legs that were further accentuated by her stilettos. A nice tight ass and perky breasts that rocked any and every dress she wore. Her long curly hair fell down to the middle of her back.
And she had a sexy Spanish accent that seemed to make any man she spoke to melt on sight.
Bonnie looked into her glass and sucked hard on the straw, drinking down the last drop as she tried to drown out her depressing thoughts.
"I suggest the Moscow Mule. Much more satisfying."
Bonnie glanced up in the direction of the deep English-accented voice and came face-to-face with a tall, handsome older gentleman with short black hair that nicely framed his face with a small beard and mustache. He wore a black suit that hung nicely on his broad shoulders. His light blue eyes shamelessly raked over her form.
"Uhm..." she said blankly.
"My friend here always likes to go a little fancy. But I say you can't go wrong with a classic like gin and tonic."
Bonnie turned her head to the other side of her and saw a strikingly handsome older man with a defined peppered beard. His leather blazer hung open revealing his thin white linen shirt underneath that exposed a few of his tattoos. He had a Cheshire grin on his face that let her know he was up to no good.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?" she asked.
"You can help us by offering us the pleasure of your company," Callum said sitting down on the stool to the left of her.
"Though a gorgeous dame like yourself shouldn't be sitting alone anyway," Chuck mused as he sat down on her right.
Bonnie raised a brow as she saw Callum gesture with two fingers. The bartender walked over and he ordered both a Moscow Mule and a Gin and Tonic.
"And you are?" she asked.
"Name's Chuck," Chuck smiled charmingly. He took her hand and gently kissed the back of it while holding her gaze.
"Callum..." Callum smirked as he pushed the Moscow Mule and Gin and Tonic in front of her.
Bonnie looked down at the two drinks and shook her head with a smirk.
"And your name?" Chuck asked.
Bonnie slipped her hand out of Chuck's grasp and pursed her lips. "Bonnie."
Chuck glanced at Callum sitting on the other side of her and grinned. "Well, Bonnie. My friend here is convinced that he's got better tastes in liquor than I do. Hopin' you can help us settle on this very important manner," Chuck grinned.
"Is there a reason why you've chosen me out of everyone in this bar?" she asked with a raised brow.
Chuck smiled charmingly. "Darlin', have you seen yourself?"
Bonnie's plump cheeks flushed with warmth as she quickly looked down at the drinks. "Aren't I a little too young for you two?" she said, pursing her lips.
Callum leaned towards her and grabbed one of the limes hanging on the rim of her Moscow Mule. "Sweetheart, If you're old enough to drink, you're old enough to..." his tongue darted out and sensually flicked against the wedge. "... talk," he smiled suggestively.
Bonnie felt her body temperature skip a few degrees as she took a sharp breath. "Wow, you guys are laying it on thick," she grinned as she picked up the Moscow Mule and took a sip.
Chuck grinned as he watched her take a sip. "Well, now you're just teasing us. How do you like it?"
Bonnie put her glass down and licked the top of her lip. "It tastes good."
"I bet you do," Chuck smirked.
Bonnie looked at him surprised.
 
"Listen here, grandpa," she said getting in his face. "I know how you white men work."
Chuck cocked his head to the side. "Grandpa? I'm gonna consider that a promotion from Daddy."
Callum shook his head trying to hold back his snicker.
Bonnie sucked her teeth. "I don't need a sugar daddy, daddy. I make my own money."
Chuck grinned amusedly. "I can be your daddy in more ways than one, sugar."
Bonnie had a hard time holding back her grin as she sat up straight.
"So, where are you guys from?" she asked picking up the Gin and Tonic. "I sense a bit of an accent from both of you."
"Georgia originally," Chuck said taking a sip of water.
Bonnie sucked her teeth. "That means there's a high chance your ass is racist."
Chuck nodded nonchalantly. "Georgia is certainly known for its troubling past. But I'm more of a godly man and I would be remiss if I didn't delight in the beauty of all of His... divinely creatures," Chuck smiled.
Bonnie grinned. "Uh-huh... a non-racist... godly white man... hitting on a black woman probably half your age..."
Chuck glanced at Callum who shook his head with a grin. He leaned back and sipped his water before smiling at her pleasantly. "My tongue, fingers, and dick do not discriminate, darlin'," Chuck said.
Bonnie nearly choked on her gin and tonic as she quickly covered her mouth.
"And he's not even drunk," Callum laughed.
"Just a bit unfiltered," Chuck winked.
Bonnie chuckled as she tried to stave off the heat these random strangers were evoking from her. She wasn't one to go after white guys or older guys for that matter, but she couldn't deny her attraction to them. They were smooth. Too smooth. A clear indication of their years of experience.
She was interested.
"...I don't mean to shorten the fun..." Callum spoke up. "But... isn't that your friend?"
Bonnie glanced over at Athena and frowned when she noticed how many empty glasses were in front of her. She saw her friend slouched over slightly as the guy she was talking to had disappeared.
"Oh no," Bonnie groaned. "Uh... excuse me."
Callum and Chuck watched as Bonnie slid off the stool and rushed up to her friend.
"Athena... Athena!" Bonnie said shaking her friend.
"Ooooh girrrrl," Athena slurred. "What's poppin'?"
"Bitch, not you! How much did you drink?!" Bonnie snapped.
"Un poquito," Athena said gesturing with her fingers before she burst into laughter.
Bonnie sucked her teeth in frustration. "Damn, Athena. You couldn't have worse timing," she sighed.
She felt someone tap her shoulder and glanced back to see the guy Athena was talking to arrive with two drinks in his hands.
"You're in my way. We were talking," the man said.
"Talking? Nigga, she's drunk," Bonnie said.
The guy snorted. "She's fine. Besides I got her. I told her I would take care of her."
Bonnie looked at the drinks in his hands. "By giving her more to drink? I don't think so."
"Would you chill the fuck out? Why the fuck you cockblocking for?" he said sucking his teeth.
"Excuse me?! Your cock ain't goin' nowhere near my DRUNK friend. Boy bye!" Bonnie said rolling her eyes as she turned her back on him. "Athena, let's go with your dumb drunk ass."
"I said she's staying with m-" the guy went to grab Bonnie by the hair when someone grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back.
Bonnie turned around and saw Callum holding the guy back as his drinks spilled. "The lady said 'bye'," Callum muttered.
"Actually, she said 'boy bye' like BOY! BYE!" Chuck said dramatically.
Callum grinned as he felt the guy wiggle out of his grip. "GET OFF OF ME!" the guy snarled.
"Leave. Now," Callum said sharply. The man went to retort when he caught the murderous glimmer in Callum's eyes that set him completely on edge. He immediately closed his mouth and tripped over himself trying to stumble out of the way.
"Damn, Cal. You instilled the fear of God in that boy," Chuck snickered.
Callum grinned, but it quickly faded when he saw Bonnie pick her friend up from the stool.
"Sorry to cut the night short, but I need to take my friend home," Bonnie said, opening the Uber app up on her phone.
Chuck tilted his head to the side with slight disappointment. Callum raised a brow. "How 'bout a ride," Callum asked.
Bonnie looked at him startled.
"Car ride, sweetheart," Callum grinned.
"Dirty girl," Chuck teased.
Bonnie shook her head with a chuckle. "No, it's fine. I just-" she looked at the Uber wait time and frowned. She looked up at them. "Are you sure? Weren't you just drinking?"
"Chuck is unwillingly sober," Callum teased as he slapped Chuck on the back. "Making him the designated driver."
"Fuck you," Chuck smirked.
~
Chuck pulled up to the curb outside of a tall apartment building. He saw Bonnie get out of the car and rush to the other side to help Athena out.
"Need help?" Callum asked, opening his car door.
"No, it's- just- I got it," Bonnie struggled.
Chuck exchanged glances with Callum before they both opened their car doors and got out.
Bonnie struggled to help Athena out of the car when she felt Chuck grab her shoulder. "May I?" he asked.
Bonnie nodded hesitantly. Chuck ducked into the car and shifted an arm underneath Athena's legs and back before he lifted her out of the car. Bonnie looked at him wide-eyed as he carried her drunken friend in his arms.
"Ooooh, papi, tú eres muy fuerte," Athena chuckled as she wrapped her arms around Chuck's neck.
"Oh?" Chuck said startled.
"Oh my god... ignore her," Bonnie said embarrassed as she led them to the apartment building.
Bonnie used Athena's keys to get into the building and led them to the elevator. Callum held the elevator door open as they all stepped inside.
"Mmm, papi, tell me," Athena said biting her lip. "Tu eres... rough rider or slow lover?"
Chuck looked at her startled as Callum raised a surprised brow.
"Oh my god- Athena, shut the hell up!" Bonnie barked angrily. She looked at Callum and Chuck. "She gets... really.. horny when she's drunk. Please ignore her. She's muy loco."
"MUY LOCO for that dick!" Athena laughed before Bonnie slapped her hand on Athena's mouth.
Bonnie leaned in and whispered in Athena's ear. "Baby girl, you know I love you to death. But I swear I will stuff the dirtiest smelliest sock in your mouth if you say one more goddamn thing. Trick, do not test me!"
Bonnie looked up and smiled sweetly at Callum and Chuck. "You know what? You can totally put her down. She's fine."
"You sure?" Callum asked.
"Yup," Bonnie said tugging Athena out of Chuck's arms.
Chuck looked at Bonnie with concern as Athena's body leaned against hers.
"Mmm hermana, you mad at me," Athena whispered loudly in her ear. "You're so mad at me because I pussyblocked you, ain't you, sis."
"Athena, shut up."
"You can still get that dick, sis. I promise," Athena breathed out drunkenly. "Just do that gawk gawk spit twist 3000 and you good, fam. You mad good, I swear, hermana. I swear it works for me all the time. Everyday, boo. Everyday like Ariana Grande. EVERYDAY! BABE, I GIVE IT TO YOU EVERYDAY-"
Bonnie slapped her hand against Athena's mouth again. The bell in the elevator dinged and Bonnie could have cried.
"We can hel-" Chuck started.
"Nah, she good! The bitch good!" Bonnie snapped angrily as she dragged Athena out of the elevator.
"...uh... do we stay here? Or..." Chuck said confused. Callum shrugged with just as much confusion.
After Bonnie unlocked the door, she pushed the door open. "CAMILA!" she yelled impatiently.
Seconds later, Athena's younger sister came strolling out of her bedroom wearing her pajamas and a headscarf. "Para, para, para, para, para... don't tell me this puta is drunk."
"Nah, she's sleep," Bonnie said sarcastically. "What it look like, Camila?! Come get her!"
"Coño, Athena! You such a fuckin' lightweight, bro!" Camila said, sucking her teeth.
Camila helped Bonnie carry Athena to her room and lay her down.
"El tiempo pasa y pasa y yo sigo así!Queriéndote en mis brazos sin poderte tener," Athena sang drunkenly as she crawled on her bed and wrapped her arms around Bonnie's neck.
"Athena, please, for the love of GOD," Bonnie groaned as she tried to peel Athena's hands off.
"MIRRRAAAAA cómo estoy sufriendooooooo. Me quemo por dentrooooooo por sentir tu amorrrrrrr," Athena sang louder.
"Aight, I'm out," Bonnie said turning around.
"Wait, wait! Para, para, come back!" Athena said nearly falling over.
Bonnie let out a frustrated sigh and turned back to her friend. "We're never going out again."
"Okay, fine, but listen. Come're. Come're, best friend, come're!" Athena said grabbing Bonnie's shoulder.
Bonnie walked up to her. "What?"
"You better get some dick, best friend, you hear me? You are a strong black queen and you deserve the biggest and bestest of dicks! Get that dick, best friend!" Athena said drunkenly.
"...god..." Bonnie said covering her face with a chuckle. "Please drink some water, Athena. And get some sleep."
Camila rolled her eyes with a chuckle as she watched Bonnie push her sister into the bed. Bonnie walked up to her and shook her head. "I'll call to check up later."
Camila nodded as Bonnie headed for the door.
Bonnie let out a frustrated sigh as she headed towards the elevator. She completely froze when she realized Callum and Chuck were still there waiting for her.
"...oh shit..." she said startled.
Chuck raised a brow. "Is that a good 'oh shit'?"
"Or were we supposed to leave?" Callum asked.
"No-I... sorry, I completely forgot you guys were still here," Bonnie sighed.
"Ouch!" Chuck laughed.
"No, no, I didn't mean it like that," she said quickly. "Athena is a crazy drunk. She can be a handful... sorry you had to see that."
"She's got nothing on Chuck here, and he doesn't even have to be drunk," Callum grinned.
"Fuck off," Chuck said sucking his teeth.
Bonnie chuckled. "Well, thanks for helping me..." she trailed off.
Chuck eyed her as he worried his bottom lip. "Cal and I were going to grab a bite to eat... you're welcome to join us."
Bonnie smiled. "...I am a little hungry..."
~
"I don't think this constitutes as food..." Bonnie said eyeing the donut ice cream sandwich in front of her.
"Told you," Cal said sipping his drink.
"Just try it," Chuck grinned as he wiped the corner of his mouth.
Bonnie rolled her eyes as she took a bite. The warm glazed crust melted in her mouth as it mixed with the cold vanilla ice cream and sprinkles. Her eyes immediately lit up. "Holy crap, this is good!"
"See?" Chuck grinned. "Cal, you owe me 50."
Cal rolled his eyes with a smirk as he slid Chuck a 50.
"What, you guys taking bets on me?" Bonnie said with a raised brow as she licked the ice cream from her lips.
Chuck swallowed hard as he followed her tongue. "...just an old tradition among friends, darlin'..."
Bonnie raised a brow as she looked between the two of them. "So, how long have you two known each other?"
"Oh, we go way back," Chuck said leaning on his elbow. "Cal and I used to travel a lot together when we were younger."
"Were you guys part of a band or something?" she asked.
Chuck exchanged and an amused grin with Callum. "... or something..." Chuck smirked. Callum snickered as he took another sip of his drink.
"What about you, darlin'?" Chuck asked looking at her. "Let me guess. Model? Dancer?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes with a grin. "Fashion designer."
Chuck smirked as he nibbled on his pinky. "Have to be with the way you look in that dress..."
Bonnie felt her cheeks warm over as she shook her head with a chuckle. "You don't stop, do you?"
"You have to forgive my friend. His brain stops functioning around gorgeous women," Callum grinned.
"That must happen a lot then," she teased.
Chuck snorted. "You're sellin' yourself short, beautiful. Ain't not a goddamn woman in this place that's even remotely on your level."
Bonnie breathed out as her words got caught in her throat.
"Water?" Callum said pushing her a glass.
"Thanks," Bonnie said quickly taking a sip. "You know what. These are too good. I might have to take another one of these sandwiches to go."
"A lass who's not afraid to eat. Bout damn time," Callum said.
Bonnie shrugged. "What can I say? I love to eat."
"So do I," Chuck grinned as he nibbled on his finger while watching her.
Bonnie's eyes widened startled.
"Jeezus, Chuck," Cal laughed.
"I can't help it," Chuck smirked. "Every time you lick those plump lips of yours, I just..."
Bonnie's breathing hitched as Chuck leaned over and wiped a bit of ice cream from the corner of her mouth before licking it from his thumb.
She swallowed hard as she met his intimidating gaze. He sensually bit his bottom lip, creating a heartbeat between her thighs.
"Listen," she started. "I don't need you getting the wrong idea."
"Oh, yea?" Chuck asked. "What's that?"
Bonnie snorted. "I don't mess around with white guys."
Chuck grinned with a raised brow. "... is that right?"
"Actually, yea," she said, swallowing hard. "Or old guys for that matter. So, that's two strikes against you."
Chuck smiled as he leaned forward and his finger gently traced over her exposed thigh. "Old and white. Definitely not your thing."
"N-no. Definitely not," she breathed out.
Chuck nodded as his fingers danced up her thigh. "We should probably call it a night then."
"Yea," she said quickly. "I-I sh-should go. You- we should all go. Home. Now."
Callum snickered as he grabbed his keys.
***
Bonnie fell back against the elevator door as Chuck's lips attacked hers. His hand wrapped around her thick thigh and hiked it up to his waist as he pushed his erection against her pelvis. She moaned breathlessly as his hands impatiently rounded her wide hips and hungrily grabbed her backside with two hands.
"Goddamn! What is with this ass!" Chuck groaned as he spun her around and lifted her onto his waist. "God done blessed you, sugar."
Bonnie barely had a minute to respond before Chuck's tongue was claiming hers.
"Chuck is an ass man if you hadn't noticed," Callum grinned as he waited for the elevator to get to his floor.
Bonnie panted breathlessly as Chuck's lips latched onto her neck. "Oh yea..." she breathed out. "And what kind of man are you?"
Callum looked down at her with a grin. "I'm discipline," he said as he smacked her ass hard.
Chuck and Bonnie stumbled into Callum's hotel room, their lips never separating, as articles of clothing fell from their bodies, leaving a trail to the bedroom.
From the way Chuck completely dominated her body, Bonnie figured this man either hadn't had sex in a while or he was a straight-up fiend.
The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed before she fell backward on it. Chuck fell to his knees and leaned over her as his fingers hooked into her panties. He tugged them down her thighs, over knees, and flung them off of her feet.
Chuck let out a sharp breath as he widened her big thighs and saw her lips unfold. He felt his mouth water as his hands massaged her thick thighs in his grasp.
"Don't pass out, Chuck," Callum teased as he peeled off his blazer.
Chuck looked up at a panting Bonnie who looked down at him anxiously.
"I'm nothing if not a gentleman... I always ask before I eat..." Chuck grinned.
Bonnie sensually bit her lip. "Let's see what you got, grandpa," she smirked.
"Suga, you'll be screaming 'daddy' before the nights over," Chuck said as he pushed his face between her thighs.
Bonnie hissed as she felt Chuck's tongue slowly and teasingly glide up between her labia. The tip of his tongue played with her clit before he sucked it fervently between his lips.
"Oh god!" she cried out as his tongue burrowed deep inside her pussy. She felt his hands push her thighs up as his tongue slid in and out of her canal without mercy.
Callum raised a surprised brow as he watched Chuck eat Bonnie out without relenting. He barely gave the girl a minute to breathe as his head got lost between her large dark brown thighs.
It had been a while since he caught up with his old friend. He knew it had been a while since Chuck had been intimate with someone, and it was definitely showing.
"Oh god! I-I'm gonna come-" Bonnie panted as she grabbed Chuck's hair. At those words, Chuck immediately pulled back from her. His chin dripping with her juices.
She looked down at him in shock. "What are you doing? I was about to-"
"Oh, I'm sorry, darlin'," Chuck grinned as he wiped her juices from his beard. "Grandpa doesn't know how to make you come."
Bonnie's mouth dropped open as she watched Chuck stand to his feet. "Chuck-"
"Grandpa doesn't know how to make that pussy throb. How to make that pussy beg," Chuck grinned as he licked his wet lips.
Bonnie's nostrils flared. "Stop fucking with me-"
"Grandpa won't be fucking you either, beautiful," Chuck winked as his knee nudged her thighs apart.
Bonnie breathed heavily as she felt his knee rub against her swollen clit. "Chuck," she whined.
"Well look at that... look how wet this pussy is," Chuck smirked. He sat down on the edge of the bed and cupped her damp pussy, making her gasp. "My god, Bonnie... you are... dripping."
Bonnie whimpered as Chuck slipped two fingers into her canal. He leaned down and took her earlobe between his teeth. "You're throbbing... aren't you, baby..." he whispered in her ear.
She breathed out a 'yes' as she felt his fingers curl upward as his thumb rotated circles on her clit.
"You wanna come so badly, don't you, sweetheart..." he groaned in her ear.
"Please," she begged as her thighs tightened around his wrist.
Chuck turned to the side and glanced at Callum as he mouthed 'still got it.' Callum covered his mouth to hold back his laughter.
Chuck turned back over and ran his tongue over the back of her ear. "Ask nicely..."
"Please! Please, fuck!" she gasped as his palm rubbed up and down her pussy slicked with her juices.
"Please... what?" he smirked.
Bonnie opened her eyes and looked into Chuck's mischievous eyes. She knew very well that he won.
"...please, Daddy..." she said biting her lip.
"That's my good girl," Chuck grinned.
Bonnie didn't understand how Chuck could move so fast with how quickly he mounted her. She looked down to see him sliding on a condom and her eyes widened at his size. "JEEZUS!" she blurted.
Callum felt his phone buzz and checked the caller ID. He sucked his teeth in annoyance since he strictly ordered for all calls to go to voicemail.
He heard Bonnie's desperate moans ring out in the hotel room as Chuck pounded her into the mattress.
"OH GOD! OH FUCK! DADDY, YES! YES, DADDY!" she screamed out loud. Her thick thighs wrapped around his waist and her nails raked down his back as he fucked her like it was a punishment. His dick was curved in such a way that every thrust went deeper inside her gut, hitting her most fragile spot.
"FUCK! DADDY! OH MY GOD!" she panted.
"That's it, sweetheart. Scream for, daddy. You like the way daddy fucks this pussy, don't you sugar," Chuck growled into her neck as his pelvis slammed into hers over and over again. His hands grabbed her backside as he rocked against her, slamming into her body.
Callum stepped into the bathroom to check his message. He furrowed his brow in confusion. It was in a different language, but even his translation of it didn't make sense.
He stepped back into the bedroom just as both Chuck and Bonnie had met their release. With a grin, he grabbed a shot glass and poured a bit of whiskey from his minibar. He took a sip before he handed it to Bonnie.
"What's this for?" she breathed heavily.
"You'll need it," he smiled at her.
~
Bonnie struggled to gasp for air as Callum tightened his grip around her throat. Her face pressed into the wall as her body jumped from his rough thrusts as he fucked her from behind.
Callum was a distinctly different lover than Chuck. Chuck was wild and fun and a huge tease whose dirty talk was better than any other man she had slept with.
But Callum. Callum was silent and deadly. He handled her body with significant control as if he were molding her like clay.
She let out a slight cry as he bit down on her shoulder before his tongue licked at her flesh. This guy fucked like he was fighting.
"C-Cal-Callum," she breathed.
His lips teased her ear as he hushed her. His fingers caressed her lips before he slipped them into his mouth.
She felt his hand slide down her round stomach and between her legs before she felt a harsh slap against her wet pussy.
"Fuck, Cal-" she gasped but he slapped her pussy again before she could even finish getting out her words.
He pulled out of her and spun her around so that he could look into her eyes. He slid his fingers into her pussy before he replaced them with his manhood and thrust deep inside her again.
Bonnie panted heavily as Callum held her gaze. She watched him suck his fingers into his mouth before he pushed his lips against hers in a controlling kiss.
His back muscles flexed as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her onto his waist. His hands selfishly slid up her plump waist before he grabbed her large breasts in his hands, kneading them between his fingers.
Bonnie gasped as he clutched her throat again. Her body jumped against the wall with each domineering thrust.
Callum sucked her bottom lip between his lips when he heard his phone go off again.
"The fuck..." he muttered as he let go of her breast to toss it off the counter.
Chuck lay in bed with the lower half of his body covered with the sheets, staring into the night sky. He looked towards the corner when he saw Callum carrying a knocked out naked Bonnie in his arms.
"Goddamn, Cal," Chuck laughed out loud. "Never fails."
"She lasted longer than I thought," Callum shrugged as he lay her down next to Chuck. "These younguns can't keep up I guess."
Chuck grinned as he looked at Bonnie sleeping. "I like her."
"You better," Callum snickered as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Think she'll go for an official date?" Chuck asked with a raised brow as he covered her body with the bedsheet.
Callum shrugged. "After what we just did to her? She might call the police instead."
Chuck laughed out loud when Callum's phone went off again. "Work?" he asked.
Callum tossed his phone on the lounge chair. "I'm off duty."
~
Bonnie slowly opened her eyes. It was still pretty dark out as the moonlight shone through the curtains of the window. She felt two bodies next to her and saw Chuck sleeping on her left and Callum on her right.
She looked down and saw her naked body underneath the sheets.
"...these white motherfuckers really put my ass to sleep!" she whispered in shock. "Sheesh!"
The pressure in her stomach forced her to crawl out of bed. She grabbed one of the sheets and wrapped it around her naked body as she stumbled to the bathroom. After relieving herself, she yawned as she washed her hands when she heard a sound come from the bedroom.
"You guys awake?" she said sleepily as she walked out. "Chu-"
Bonnie gagged as someone grabbed her by the throat and slammed her up against the wall. Her eyes bulged as she looked at a man with a mask covering his face. He cocked his gun and held it to her head.
Suddenly, a vase smashed against his head knocking him to the ground. Bonnie gasped as she grabbed her throat.
The man grabbed the gun and aimed when Callum grabbed his wrist and broke it before snatching the gun out of his hand.
"Bonnie, are you okay?!" Chuck asked rushing up to her. Bonnie nodded in shock as Chuck checked her face. She watched as a shirtless Callum, mounted the stranger and hit him repeatedly in the head until he knocked out on the ground and blood seeped into the carpet.
Callum took a quick breath as he emptied the clip from the gun and tossed it across the floor. He lifted the guys mask off of his face, but didn't recognize him until he spotted a familiar tattoo on the guy's neck. "Son of a bitch..." he muttered.
"WHAT THE FUCK, CAL?!"
Callum glanced over his shoulder and saw a startled Chuck holding a traumatized Bonnie in his arms.
"What the hell was that?!" Chuck blurted.
"...shit...Chuck..." Cal said cautiously. "...I can explain."
Bonnie blinked at him. "THIS IS WHY I DON'T MESS WITH WHITE GUYS!" she blurted.
***
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! For those who didn't catch on, Chuck is Jason's father from Hacker's with(out) Remorse and Callum is one of Connor's many brothers from "Her Lovely Assassins."
Happy New Year! Let's hope 2021 is better 😅