Island was well behaved the whole time I got my hair and makeup done, but mainly because when she got restless with her iPad, I made conversation with her. Not sure of everything we talked about, but it flowed well.
While they got the set and my outfit ready, I gave my baby her lunch, which had her knocked out by the time I was dressed.
The shoot went very smoothly, which surprised me, because I felt like Five-Star would show up to sabotage things since I’d been ignoring his texts that didn’t involve Island.
By the time I was leaving, it was a bit cold out since it was nighttime, so I put Belly’s Adidas hoodie on that he’d given me last night when he dropped me off. A smile covered my face after I put it on because it was drenched with his scent, which was nice. I liked him way too much, and sometimes the thought of it gave me an uneasy feeling.
“You looked beautiful during the whole shoot, Blaise.” One of the men in the rap group named Ronny licked his lips at me.
“Thank you.” I gave a subtle half smile.
“Don’t forget to let me know if Merlin is messing up.” He grabbed my hand, which I slowly took from him.
“He’s not.”
“So you ain’t fucking with old boy, the boxer?”
“No. Goodnight, Ronny.”
“Goodnight, baby, and remember what I said. I’m ready to marry yo’ ass!” He hollered the last part since I was already out of the building with my baby.
As I put Island in her car seat, I heard some heels clicking against the gravel covered parking lot, so I turned to see a woman. She was light skinned with curly blonde hair and a shapely frame like me, only hers looked like she had some help from a surgeon in certain areas. Suddenly, I remembered she was the girl Belly showed up to that industry party with. She was also in that video Nichole sent to me.
“Can I help you?” I frowned since she was still coming up to me and not saying anything. I quickly shut the back door of my Infiniti truck, locking the doors just in case something popped off.
“No, I just want to talk,” she said softly. She was a very pretty girl but looked like her damn dog died; it was something in her eyes. “My name is Sienna.”
“Okay?”
“I just came here because I saw the rumors about you and Cortez, so I wanted to know if they were true.”
“What rumors? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She whipped out her iPhone and began moving stuff around, her acrylics making sounds every time. Finally, she showed me her screen and began scrolling through the screenshots of different gossip blogs, posting about Belly and I possibly fucking around.
“I was just at his match, and we happened to go to the same club, that’s it.”
“Oh, I was just making sure, because he’s my man. I’m not sure if he told you that. We’ve been together for a little minute now.”
“Good for you.”
Why was I annoyed that someone was claiming him? He was just supposed to be a fuck buddy… hell, not even that, but I found myself getting angry with this girl for even speaking on him being hers.
“Yeah.” She nodded, looking me over suspiciously. Inhaling nervously, she added, “You know I saw your name in his text messages, and that’s his jacket you have on.” She pointed.
“It’s an Adidas hoodie that a lot of people have.”
“And the Off-White Nikes? The ones he got access to early?”
“You know what, Sienna, you need to question your man if you think he’s fucking other bitches, not me.” I moved past her, rounding my car so I could get to the driver’s side.
“Blaise, you have that guy Merlin. I love Cortez, and I’m asking you nicely to please leave him alone.” I stared at her as tears pooled in her eyes. She was surely young, around my age, but because I’d lived a lot of life for someone at twenty-three, she seemed immature. “I love him,” she cried, bottom lip quivering slightly.
I didn’t have anything to say, so I opened my car door and climbed inside. Cranking my car up, I turned on my heated seats, checked on Island, and then drove off.
The whole way home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Sienna, so after I arrived, bathed, fed, and put my daughter to sleep, I called Belly.
“Sup, sexy,” he answered in his alluring and raspy voice. He sounded faded, so I knew he’d either been drinking or smoking. Plus, there was music booming in the background.
“You’re out?” My brows dipped; I saw them in the large mirror of my bedroom.
“Yeah. It’s the homie’s birthday, so we at the strip club. What you need though? It’s loud as fuck in here.”
“Who is Sienna? Is she your girlfriend?”
“Why?”
“Just answer the fucking question!” I barked.
“Hold on… excuse me…” I heard him say to whomever he was with. After a few moments, the music in his background died out like he’d left the room to go somewhere quieter.
“Corte—”
“What the fuck I tell you about yo’ smart ass mouth, Blaise?” he cut me off angrily.
“I—”
“Like I told yo’ ass before, I’m not that nigga. You ain’t about to be talking to me crazy and shit. As for Sienna, it don’t matter who the fuck she is. I’m a single man, that’s all you need to fucking know. I smash who I want to.”
“OK, well I don’t wanna fuck with you anymore. Have a goodnight, and enjoy those hoes dancing for you.” I hung up.
He was so fucking annoying! He’d only fucked me and spent time with me on a few occasions, yet the mere thought of him with other girls infuriated me. This couldn’t be right. He was so charming yet a complete asshole, with no regard for people’s feelings, and I didn’t even know that combination was possible. Plus, he didn’t even attempt to call me back. I felt sick.
As I sat on my bed thinking, my phone rang. I looked to see it was Merlin, so I picked up.
“Hey.”
“Hey, are you busy? I’m in the lobby of your condo, and I wanna talk to you.”
“Okay, come up.”
“Cool.”
I went into the living room after removing that stupid ass hoodie and checking on Island. My mama was asleep already, thankfully, with her television blasting from her room. By the time I’d gotten a bottle of water from the fridge, Merlin was at my door.
“Hi.” I smiled shyly, opening the door widely enough for him to come in. He was dressed to impress as usual, with his neat dreads up in a bun.
Once we both sat down, it was silent for a little bit.
“So explain to me what these pictures are about.”
“Merlin, it’s been a minute and—”
“I don’t care, Blaise. I wasn’t ready to talk to you right away. All you told me was you were going on a girl’s trip with Nichole, and then I see pictures of you and this loser ass boxer.”
I almost laughed at the ‘loser’ comment because Belly was far from that. However, now wasn’t the time to defend him, and I was mad with his ass anyway.
“I wasn’t with him. I was just walking with his people and stuff.”
“Blaise, you were with him and his CBG crew, that says enough. And then how you get them fucking sneakers?”
“I went to the fight with Nichole, and he did invite us out to the club. As far as the shoes, I guess because we were cool the whole time, he decided to give me a pair.” I lied through my teeth.
“So you ain’t fuck him?”
“No, Merlin, I didn’t fuck him. And honestly, I don’t know if I want to be with you anymore.”
Exhaling heavily, he replied, “Baby, I know I been on yo’ head lately about a baby and how you carry yourself, but I’m just trying to elevate you.”
“I don’t want you to elevate me. I like being sexy, and I like to have fun. I enjoy wearing thong bathing suits… I just am how I am. I didn’t get with you to be elevated, Merlin. When you met me, I was like this. You wanted me because this attracted you.”
“I know, and I just do
n’t want other niggas attracted to it. But whatever I need to do to keep you happy, I’ll do.” He touched my leg.
“Okay.” I nodded.
Grinning widely, he reached into this bag he carried all of the time, and pulled out a box. Opening it, I saw a Rolex watch.
“An I’m sorry gift.” He handed it over.
“You planned to give this to me all along?”
“Yeah. I knew you hadn’t done what the pictures looked like, but I get jealous when it comes to you, so I knew I’d need to apologize.”
After looking over the nice watch, I put it to the side. Five-Star had bought me plenty of watches before, so I wasn’t too impressed, but it was nice.
“Thanks, baby.” I touched his face for a kiss, and once our tongues tangled, he started rubbing all over me.
“I missed you, Blaise.”
Standing, I led him to my bedroom then closed the door. Our kissing continued as we stripped out of our clothes, and once we were naked, we fell right onto the bed. As he kissed me, I finally started to get wet, so he dipped his head between my legs.
“Merlin, not so hard,” I let him know. He was sucking so roughly I thought he was gonna take my clit with him.
“My bad, baby.”
He kept going but didn’t really improve, so I pretended to cum and then made him get from down there. Flipping over, I arched my back after handing him a condom, then watched over my shoulder as he put it on.
“Oh my gosh,” he moaned once he got inside of me.
I lied my head on the pillow as he humped away, and for some reason, I wasn’t feeling it. Merlin wasn’t bad in bed, he just didn’t make me cum all the time, so I wasn’t sure why this was so terrible.
Over it, I started throwing it back on him, making him cry out, and he came in under a minute.
As he breathed heavily, I moved and got up to go to the bathroom. After peeing, I quickly hopped into the shower and heard Merlin come in to clean himself. By the time I was out, he was gone, and when I got to my bedroom, he was knocked out.
Grabbing my phone since I wasn’t tired, I scrolled on Instagram and ran across a post of Ozzy, one of the niggas from Contrabandz, on the explore page. Tapping it, I saw he was showing how turned up they were inside of some big ass mansion with drinks and stuff everywhere. In the background, there were some hoes laughing and smiling all in Belly’s face, and the sight made my stomach drop to my knees. It was obvious they took some strippers home.
“You good?” Merlin scared the shit out of me.
“Yes. Goodnight.” I pecked him and then put my locked phone on my nightstand.
I wish I’d never met Belly.
Belly
One week later…
“Ahh, mmm,” Sienna called out as I pounded her walls.
Once she came on my dick for the tenth time it seemed, I commanded, “Turn over.”
Promptly, she turned her ass over as I removed the condom. I nodded my head down, so she fell right in line, jacking my shaft and sucking on the tip. Right when I was ready to nut, I pulled back and let it out on her face.
Hopping off the bed, I went to flush the condom and turn my shower on, before bringing her a towel to clean up with.
When done, she asked, “Where are you going, baby?”
“Club. They asked me to appear. And since I’m getting paid to pop free bottles and shit, I’m going.”
“Oh.” She brought her knees up to her chest. “Can I come? If not, can I stay here for the rest of the night. I can’t go home.”
“Why?”
“Someone told me West came by looking for me, so I’m afraid.”
West was her nigga she had when I started fucking her, the one who was knocking her ass around all the time. I thought when I stomped a mud puddle in his bitch ass he’d learned his lesson, but I guess not. Clearly, the muthafucka wanted more.
“You got something to wear? If not, you can’t roll.”
“I do.” She hopped out the bed and dug into her big ass purse, pulling out a dress.
“Come on.”
Placing the dress down, she followed me to the shower so we could wash up. I gave her a guest toothbrush so she could handle her mouth while I did mine, and then we got dressed before dipping out.
The whole ride to Hollywood where the club was, Sienna was chipper as fuck. She always got like this when I spent time with her ass.
We pulled up on the spot, and there was a long ass fucking line outside that a nigga wasn’t about to stand in. I was a hood celebrity anyway in LA and doubted that I’d have to.
As I’d expected, the bouncer let Sienna and me in with no issues after raving about how much of a fan he was with his dick-riding ass. I immediately spotted my brother Manny along with my ContraBandz niggas, and Will too. Of course, Will’s thirsty ass girl Dionne was right with him.
“What’s good?” Ozzy smiled as I dapped him up along with everyone else. I didn’t say shit to Dionne’s ass of course.
“You can’t speak, nigga?” Dionne spat as I walked to a spot on the couch in our section and sat down. Sienna sat right with me.
“Nah, I didn’t wanna smell yo’ breath,” I replied, looking at my phone to see who’d texted me.
“You gon’ let him talk to me like that?” I heard Dionne lighting into Will’s ass as the homies and Sienna laughed.
“Sienna, why you don’t ever bring a friend for me to fuck with?” Manny inquired with a frown. Shit was comical. “The ones as fine as you though.”
“It’s plenty of girls here, Manny, and I don’t have many friends,” she responded, chuckling. I smirked, seeing her smile so widely.
Sienna was beautiful as fuck, but despite having all these pretty hoes around, I found myself occasionally thinking about feisty ass Blaise and that bomb she had between her fucking legs. She was a hustler too, which I knew most niggas found as a turn off, but that shit was sexy as fuck to me. The way she finessed niggas and did whatever the fuck she needed to, to take care of her people was dope as shit. Then again, I’ve always been a nigga of a different breed, so my taste in females wasn’t gon’ be no ordinary shit.
If I was gon’ fuck with a bitch exclusively, it would possibly be her fine ass. I wasn’t built for all that monogamy and being in love shit though, so me and baby girl would never be anything but some ‘fucking friends’.
“Whatever homegirls you do bring him, tell them hoes to have their own condoms because this nasty muthafucka don’t use ’em,” I interjected.
“Man, that was only like eight or nine times I didn’t. I’m getting it together though. Watch. I’m gon’ buy a box tonight.” Manny nodded, just before we both burst into laughter.
“Fuck out of here.” I chuckled as I started to break down the weed. Will came and sat on the other side of Manny, and when I looked to my left past Sienna, Ozzy, and them, Dionne was mad as shit. “Needed a break from chitlin breath over there?” I fucked with him, making Manny, Sienna, Ozzy, and I laugh. Dionne, Cole, and Siggy weren’t in earshot.
“Get off my girl’s head, man.” Will sucked his teeth. “That’s why she mad now, telling me she don’t wanna look at my ass.”
“She stay mad.” Manny shook his head.
“’Cause of this nigga!” Will put his hand out to me. “We was cool ’til you came in here talking shit.”
“Nah, her ass be talking shit every time she exhales. Bitch new nickname is Number Two.”
“You stupid as fuck, bruh,” Ozzy chimed in, cackling with the rest of us.
“Aight, I’m done.” Will got up to leave as we all continued to roar with laughter.
“Man, sit yo’ cry baby ass down. You niggas be too hurt over these females.” I finished rolling the blunt so I lit it, shaking my head at Will’s ass who ignored us and left with Dionne in tow. “Shit, fuck it.”
Laughing, Manny said, “You know that nigga sensitive. You can’t say shit to him.”
As the music played and the drinks flowed, niggas started to mellow out a
nd just enjoy the scenery. Sienna was in my lap, and I was so high I didn’t remember when she got in. As she danced on me with my hands on her hips, I saw she had her phone out, recording herself for her Instagram story. She made sure to block my face out.
Her muthafuckin’ ass never hesitated to do that recording shit when out with me, trying to send a message to other females I busted down. What she failed to realize was them bitches didn’t give a fuck just like I didn’t. She could post a marriage certificate and them same hoes would be trying to suck me up as soon as I landed from my honeymoon. That’s why I didn’t trip when bitches did thirsty shit like this, because it wasn’t gon’ throw a wrench in shit I had going on. Only thing I didn’t fuck with were them bedroom sleep shots. I’d punch a bitch in her fucking collarbone if she tried to post me while I was sleep.
Scanning the club, I noticed right next to my section was that hoe ass nigga that Blaise called her boyfriend. I knew nothing of his ass really, except that he was in the music business or some shit. Didn’t know what he did specifically or who he fucked with, and I didn’t give a fuck either. I noticed the nigga was looking my way though, ever so often, as his homeboys talked to him, but until he moved something, we ain’t have a problem.
About twenty minutes later, I was ready to get the fuck up out of here, so I chucked the deuces to the homies and led Sienna out so I could get some pussy later.
“I love the way you fuck me, baby.” Sienna giggled when I grabbed a handful of her ass. I was horny as fuck. The perfect nut would be in Blaise’s box, but Sienna was the next best thing. “You always make me cum multiple times.”
“That’s the goal.” I hit ignore on Kharla for the sixth time tonight and pocketed my phone.
As we waited for valet to bring my whip, I noticed Blaise’s boyfriend and a few of his homies walking into the somewhat deserted parking lot since it was late. I paid his ass no mind.
“Aye, you Belly?” he stopped to ask. He was to the side of me, so I was looking straight ahead as I chuckled. Nigga was a couple inches shorter than me, but he had some weight on him.
“That’s what I heard.” I looked his way finally.
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