“You know my girl, right? Blaise?”
“Why?” I turned my lip up. He needed to get to the muthafuckin’ point and quit pussy-footin’.
“As you know, some pictures came out online of her with you and your crew going into a club out in St. Louis, and she also had on them shoes everybody knows you got dibs on two weeks earlier than the public.”
“So what the fuck you wanna know, muthafucka? You wasting my fucking time right now.” I hissed as Sienna hugged my arm tightly.
“Relax, bruh. I wanna know if you fucked my bitch while she was in ya presence.”
“Is that what she told you?”
“Nah, she in fact said the opposite. She said it was some friendly shit, and that you ain’t hit.”
“Then get up out my face asking shit you already know, nigga. I’m twisted as fuck right now, and in a minute, I’m gon’ fuck you up for being in my space with this bullshit.”
I wasn’t about to put Blaise out there if clearly she ain’t want the muthafucka to know. Whether he knew or not it didn’t change the fact that I’d hit and multiple times. Plus, I wasn’t the type of nigga to brag about the females I’d fucked anyway.
“It’s cool, y’all.” Merlin put his hand up to stop his two homies who’d started coming toward us like some bodyguards.
“I wish y’all niggas would. I’ll knock all three of y’all on ya asses,” I said just as the valet nigga brought my truck up to me.
“Whatever, nigga.” Old boy sucked his teeth as Sienna and I walked to my car.
“Aye!” I called after him. “Yo’ girl is pretty as fuck though, so if I get the chance to, I’m gon’ fuck the shit out of her. Be her side nigga.”
Merlin did and said nothing; he just waved me off before getting into the Lamborghini truck the valet brought up. Nigga had no idea I’d already fucked his bitch and put a mark on her pussy. By now, Blaise knew no other nigga could fuck her like I could.
“You don’t mess with her anymore, right?” Sienna asked as soon as we were both in the car and pulling out of the lot.
At the red light, I just leaned over and kissed her cheek, which made her smile hard as shit… It also shut her the fuck up.
Three nights later… Around 8 p.m.…
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep. Paranoia got me losin' all my Z's, all day…
A$AP Rocky’s “Bad Company” had everybody going crazy at this festival shit the ContraBandz homies and I were at. My brother Manny came too, as well as Will’s weird ass.
A lot of muthafuckas of a certain caliber were here, so you know these females had little to no clothes on in this cold ass LA night weather. I didn’t mind looking though.
“Got damn it’s a lot of fine bitches,” Cole commented, damn near about to break his neck staring down this one hoe.
“For real,” Manny agreed.
“I’ve yet to see one that don’t look like her pussy got a muthafuckin’ odor, so I’m good at the moment.” I shook my head.
We headed to the area that was reserved for me and my peoples, and before we could even sit down good, our hostess brought her happy ass up to bring us bottles and take any specific orders.
Siggy and Manny gave her a few as I sat back with a cup of the Hennessy. She returned fairly quickly, and as she put down the last drink she reached a napkin out to me, which I took. I saw it had her number written down.
“Aye, come here!” I yelled to her back.
“Yes?” She cheesed, coming up close.
“I don’t need this.” I reached the napkin back out to her.
“I think you do need it, Belly, trust me. I can reward you for all those fights you win.” She cheesed so I could see every tooth in her mouth. Her top row looked like they were having a damn shoving match.
“Nah, I promise I’m good. I feel like you’ll scrape the skin off my dick with them crowded ass teeth,” I replied seriously. No way was my dick going in her fucking mouth, and that was the only thing I’d get from her because her pussy looked bony in them damn shorts, so I had no interest in fucking.
“Fuck you.” She tossed her hair behind her shoulders, but my mind was elsewhere by that time.
The festivities continued, and while looking down, I noticed Blaise with the same female that I’d met her with, and that thirsty hoe Nichole. Before I could get up, I saw she was going to the bathroom, so I polished off my glass and went down to follow her ass.
Blaise
I finished washing my hands in the bathroom, then rushed out because the restrooms were all the way in the back where it was dark and scary.
“Ah!” I screeched when I ran into a hard, tall, and dark figure.
“Where you going?” I heard Belly’s voice.
“Move, nigga!” I tried to get past him, but he wrapped his arms around my body, with one hand at my waist and his other hand grabbing my ass while he kissed my neck.
I couldn’t stand his ass, but I was horny as hell right now from the way he was touching me.
“I miss all this,” he groaned.
“Cortez, get off of me!”
I kept trying to get him away, but he was way too strong.
“Leave with me,” he had the nerve to say before kissing my lips. My body tingled like a fool at the feeling of his juicy lips on mine as he continued to caress on my booty.
“I’m not going anywhere with you. I have a man.”
“Oh, that’s your man?” He stared me in the eyes, still holding me tightly.
“Yep. And as soon as I leave here, I’m going to him.”
“Nah, you coming with me, Blaise.” Before I could say anything, he put his hand up the back of my dress and into my thong. “Pussy is wet as fuck.” He sucked on my lips as he slowly moved his fingers around. I felt like I was losing my breath, and my body was weakening. In no time, I was cumming just from him slowly rubbing my clit and tonguing me down. “Come with me.” This time he said it with finality, so when he let me go, I followed him like a puppy dog.
Nichole and Priscilla were looking at me with surprised expressions as I passed them. Priscilla had a sliver of a smile, and Nichole’s was strange… just like in Las Vegas. Only now I knew why Nichole made those faces; she was jealous.
“Blaise, don’t you have to be at rehearsal early!” Nichole shouted.
“Nope, 2 p.m.!” I replied just as Belly took my hand into his large one.
Thankfully, no cameras were around, and it didn’t look like too many people were sober enough to pay attention. As soon as Belly opened his passenger side door for me, I hopped in to get away from the cold night air. Right when he got in, he turned on the engine and then leaned over to kiss me.
“Come here.”
“No. I don’t know who that mouth has been on.” I pouted. He made me angry because I didn’t understand why he was even able to make me angry.
“I promise, other than the weed, the last thing it’s been on was yo’ lips, and before that, yo’ pussy.”
Slowly, I looked his way, so he stole the kiss before buckling up and pulling off. During the ride, we listened to music, a mixture of hardcore rap, conscious rap, ratchet rap, and then some R&B. He was annoying me by rubbing my exposed thigh and occasionally holding my hand because it made me feel some type of way.
About thirty minutes later, we pulled up to a cozy little house out in Inglewood, so I guessed this was where he lived. He parked under the carport, got out, and then came to help me do the same.
“Is this where you live?” I quizzed.
“Yep.” He pushed the front door open for me to walk in, and then he came behind me.
I surveyed the living room as we walked through it, seeing how simple it was. This was for sure a bachelor pad. It was good seeing that he was clean, and when we got to his bedroom, I was proud to know it didn’t smell like old socks and balls.
I went to his bathroom, which was surprisingly spotless and smelled nice, to freshen up since he’d caught me off guard with that cum session ear
lier. After washing my hands, I returned to his bedroom.
“I see you don’t spend much money on household things.”
“Nah, just the basics. I’m trying to save my money up, and then when I get the crib I really want, I’ll fix that shit up all nice.”
I smiled because he was smiling. He was so handsome.
He was lying on his bed, watching me as I removed my shoes, so I took my time placing them down onto his rug. Finally, I climbed onto his huge bed with him, and he wasted no time bringing me close and slipping his tongue into my mouth. He got on top of me and in between my legs, before pushing my dress up and grabbing on my panties.
“Cortez, we can’t. I’m with Merlin.”
“You was with him the last time I fucked you.”
“Yes, but we were on bad terms. We made up and I need to be… right.”
He just looked down into my eyes for a few moments, not saying anything.
“You let him fuck you?”
“We made up, Cortez.” I didn’t know why I couldn’t say the actual words, but he knew what I meant.
Getting off of me, he removed his shirt, jeans, and boxers. He stood there naked, looking like a mahogany Greek god with his chiseled muscles covered in tattoos. Putting his hand out, he helped me out of the bed and undid the zipper of my dress. Once it fell to the floor, he removed my panties and then brought me down into the bed with him again.
“Baby,” was all he said as he groped my body while in between my legs. He kissed on my neck, collarbone, and breasts, making me so horny.
“Cortez…” I wanted to stop him, but I was ass naked, and he was between my thighs. I felt his big ass dick hardening by the minute against me.
“He don’t know what to do witchu.” He kissed down my stomach, making my nectar literally seep out from my lower lips. Why couldn’t it feel like this with Merlin? I knew him longer, and we had history.
Again, I was about to protest, but his mouth was on my clit, sucking gently but with the right amount of pressure. So instead of moving, I let him spread my legs wider for more access. When I came, my knees buckled, but Belly kept them apart to continue eating until I released again.
Coming up, he licked and sucked hungrily all over my body until he got to my nipples to take his time.
“Oh my gosh,” I whimpered, despite him not doing anything but putting his mouth and tongue all over me. I was hot as hell and drenched between my legs.
“I bet he don’t take his time,” he uttered before sucking on my ear.
I felt the thick head of his dick at my opening, just before he plunged inside of me, letting out a subtle groan. He was definitely bigger than Merlin.
“Fuck.” He rocked in and out of me, and I was so wet that you could hear every time he glided inside. “I ain’t gotta ask you who this pussy belongs to, Blaise.” He pinned my hands to the bed, intertwining our fingers.
“Mmm.” I sniveled from the pain mixed with pleasure. “It’s yours,” I told him anyway via a whimper, because it was the truth. This nigga had spoiled my pussy, because my own man couldn’t even get me to be on the verge of cumming anymore.
“I know,” he whispered cockily, vacuuming my lips into his mouth as he pounded me.
Once I released on him, he pulled out, put a condom on, then flipped me over to hit it from the back. For the rest of the night, we hung out, talked, and again, he cooked for me before taking me home.
That weekend… Friday to be exact…
“Girl, he’s turning me into a person I’m not; I don’t cheat.” I chuckled, looking at Priscilla.
We were out to lunch since we both had some free time. We brought our kids along too since it was such a nice day and the park was close by.
Priscilla had one boy and one girl by this rapper named Rafi. They’d been together a while, but they weren’t too public at all with their relationship. In fact, I never saw pictures of them pop up on blogs or anything, and they never posted one another. I aspired to be that secretive, but somehow, I was always out here getting caught, even when I saw no cameras. Thankfully, nothing too incriminating regarding Belly and I had been posted yet.
“Yeah, I can tell you like him, but honestly, I’m afraid for you. He’s not exactly prince charming.”
“Ugh, I know. His reputation is horrible.”
“So what are you gonna do? It sounds like you really like this guy. I mean, I’ve known you for some years, Blaise, and you’re not exactly the type to sleep with multiple men at once.”
“I know. And I don’t even like sleeping with Merlin. In fact, I haven’t had sex with him since this last time. I’ve been feigning illness.”
We both burst into laughter.
“Okay, so old boy must be good as hell in the bedroom then…?” Priscilla raised her brow, tousling her long curly hair. The sun illuminated her chocolate skin.
“Very. And honestly, I can’t even describe it. I thought Five-Star was the best I’d ever have, but Belly gets to my mental and my physical.”
The fact that I let this man fuck me raw for even a second scared me. Since Five-Star, if any man even looked like he was about to go in without a condom, I shut it down.
“No wonder he has so many hoes acting a fool.”
“I know.” I rolled my eyes. “That’s why I can’t with him. I’m gonna change my damn number and stay in the house so he can forget me.”
We chortled heavily together just as the waitress brought everyone’s food. For the next hour or so, we ate and talked, with the kids too, occasionally, and then took them to the park to tire them out.
After parting ways, I took a sleeping Island back to my condo where my mama still was, because I wanted to go meet Merlin at the studio to talk. I didn’t want to be with him anymore; I couldn’t.
“Excuse me, Miss Cansino,” the front desk guy Gary called after me. We usually got packages and any notes left by mailmen and visitors from him.
“Hi, Gary.” I turned away from the exit of the building and walked back over to him.
“I didn’t want to bother you while you had your sleeping daughter. These came for you.” Gary bent down and came up with a bouquet of white and red roses. “The guy, the umm boxer. He’s a young one, very good.” Gary had his eyes squinted, trying to remember.
“Belly. Cortez.”
“Yes! He’s the one who brought them. Threatened to lay me out if you didn’t get these.” He laughed. I’m sure he thought Belly was joking, but I was pretty sure he wasn’t.
“Well thank you.” I giggled happily as I looked the roses over, taking the card out.
Just a thank you for that pussy last night. – Belly.
I laughed before rushing the flowers up into my condo and putting them in water. I hurried out because I didn’t want to deal with my mom asking about where they’d come from.
I left out to get my car and then headed straight to the studio. I got there a little earlier than when I told Merlin I would be there, but it was only twenty minutes, so I decided to just go inside.
On the way up, I kept going back and forth, wondering if this was what I really wanted. Merlin had been a cash flow safety net for me, but on the other hand, I felt horrible for having cheated on him. Not to mention I was unfortunately developing feelings for the man I’d cheated with.
The thought of Belly brought a smile to my face, especially remembering the flowers I had back at home.
Me: Thank you for the roses baby.
Belly: Lay up with me tonight.
Me: Okay.
The warmness that took over my body was unexplainable. I hadn’t had this feeling since Five-Star, and I didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad sign. And stupidly, I was starting to think I was his only and special, because of how he treated me and the time we spent together. That was every woman’s worst mistake when dealing with a man like Belly.
As I walked, staring down at my phone, my smile dissipated at the sound of two people arguing. I recognized the male voice because it
belonged to Merlin, and eventually I realized the female voice was that of his artist Chantal. I was about to walk in, but their tones seemed to be heated, and their conversation halted me once I’d caught on to the subject of it.
“You want your career, or you want that damn baby?” Merlin asked angrily. ”Huh!”
“Why can’t I have both?” she cried.
“Because you got a fucking career to think about, Chantal! What the fuck you mean?”
“My single is still at #2 after being at #1 for weeks—”
“And you think because of that one damn song you can have a baby? Either you get an abortion, or I’m terminating the contract between you and Superior.”
I felt bad for the girl because I remember when I was pregnant with Island and how my agent back then told me if I didn’t get an abortion, I wouldn’t make it. As badly as I wanted my career to flourish and as depressed as Five-Star had me while I was with child, I just couldn’t get rid of my baby. I wasn’t far along and knew nothing about her, but I loved her too much already.
“Why are you acting like you don’t care about me?” She started to sob hysterically.
“Look, just because I fucked you one damn time doesn’t mean we got some kind of special relationship going on. I told you it was a mistake, and I was pissed with my girl. Plus, you got a nigga.”
I couldn’t listen anymore, so I entered the studio room. Both parties looked to me with gaped mouths and wide eyes.
“Don’t stop now. Continue.” I smiled, shutting the door behind me. “So how long y’all been fucking?”
“Blaise, it ain’t even like that, baby. I swear to God it was once,” Merlin pleaded, walking toward me. I put my hand up to stop him.
“Get out before I knock your ass out,” I threatened Chantal. Only reason I didn’t beat her ass was because I’d been fucking Belly, so I was wrong too, and I’d planned to dump Merlin’s ass anyway. A little part of me wanted to snatch her up by that cheap teal wig though.
“So sorry, Blaise.” She grabbed her things and rushed past me like Florence Griffith Joyner.
“Blaise, baby—”
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