“When was the…” I had to take a deep breath. “…the last time you fucked him? Couldn’t have been too recent—”
“Earlier this week. Like four days ago.”
I was so pissed that I literally felt the fire flowing through me. I felt so blindsided and foolish, thinking this whole time I’d been the longest standing woman in Belly’s life. I thought I was aware of every bitch he had around him currently, but clearly, I wasn’t. My hands were shaking, and my heart seemed to be palpitating as I stared at Maia’s back.
“Let’s go,” I told her, not wanting to talk about it anymore. I didn’t know if I wanted to beat her ass or Belly’s.
We left out, hurrying down since the Uber was already outside of our hotel. The club wasn’t too far from us, about twenty minutes, so we seemingly got there in no time. When we pulled up, you could see cars parked out front and hear the music booming from the outside.
“Thank you,” Maia told the driver as we filed out and headed right up to the front, our heels clicking against the brick sidewalk.
“Kharla.” The bouncer smirked before allowing Maia and I in. I frequented this club a lot from following Belly out here many times, but I’d also garnered a little bit of fame from doing music videos and being on Instagram.
Once in, I paused, scoping the scene before realizing I needed to walk some more. Finally, I spotted Ozzy, one of the niggas in Belly’s ContraBandz gang, so I headed over, low-key trying to lose Maia in the crowd. Unfortunately, she kept up.
“Hey, hey, ladies, you can’t just walk up over here.” Some big nigga stopped us.
“No, we’re with them,” I replied, giving Ozzy a look. When the dude turned, Ozzy gave him the okay.
“Have a good night, ladies.”
Belly didn’t even notice us because he had so many people in his section with him, including some hoes, but lucky for them, they weren’t close to my man. Before I could even make it to him though, Maia was already over to Belly, tugging on his arm to get his attention. I made myself a drink while watching, trying not to act crazy because I knew that would piss him off.
As I waited, I went onto Instagram to see something on Blaise’s page. I watched her story, and the only thing she showed was her getting her hair done earlier, and her new nails. I was happy knowing she was at home, while my man was out here with me.
A smirk spread across my face when I saw Maia going off, and Belly looking irritated as hell. A couple seconds later, he was leaning down to whisper in her ear, prompting her to stare up at him angrily before storming out of the section.
Me: Where’d you go?
Maia: Back to the hotel. He’s acting stupid, like he didn’t just sleep with me a couple days ago.
“Bye, bitch,” I said lowly, declining to text back.
Rising up, I smoothed down my short black dress that left nothing to the imagination, and made sure my long red weave was intact before switching over to my man. “Freestyle” by Lil’ Baby played perfectly along with the sway of my hips. I felt all the other niggas in the section watching me hard, but my eyes were only on my man.
“Hey.” I sat down next to him as he took down a whole bottle of water. He never drank or smoked this close to a match.
“Fuck you doing here?” He caught me off guard.
Ignoring it, I responded, “You know I don’t miss any of your matches, baby. And I miss you.” I slid my hand across his crotch, but he knocked it off. I was a little baffled by his actions because he’d never been this cold to me, no matter how hot and heavy he was with some other hoe, so I was confused. “Daddy, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m chilling. I just don’t want yo’ fucking hands on me.”
“Why have you been acting like this? What did I do?”
He shook his head to say ‘nothing’, before bobbing to the song that was currently spinning over the club. Finally he gave me eye contact, and the seat of my panties got damp almost immediately. Belly was so handsome, with his deep skin, long ass eyelashes, kempt facial hair, tattoos across his neck, and tall build. Plus, he always smelled and looked nice, even if he wasn’t dressed up.
“You don’t need to be flying yo’ ass out wherever I’m at no more.”
“I always do thi—“
“Well the shit you always do doesn’t need to be done no more. I got a girl, and that shit ain’t gon’ fly. Pop up on me again, and you gon’ regret it like a muthafucka, Kharla.”
“You got a girl? Who? Blaise?” I got louder than I’d expected, making one of the other hoes in the section glance my way as she danced on Manny. “You just fucked Maia though!”
“You already knew Blaise was gon’ be my girl. And I hit Maia a couple days before we made shit official.”
“Really?” I felt the tears welling up. Hearing this and confirming he’d still been fucking Maia was too much for one night. “Oh, so you’re monogamous now?”
“Don’t worry about what the fuck I am; just know I don’t wanna fuck with you no more.”
“So you’d rather mess with her, and she’s not even here to support you. I am. I’m the one who dropped everything to make sure I came out here for your match, like always!”
He laughed.
“She’s coming, dummy. She just had to get her daughter ready since she’s gon’ be away for the weekend. That’s some facts for yo’ ass. Oh, and another thing. I don’t want a bitch that would drop everything, including her child, to come fuck with me or any other nigga.” His words stabbed me in the chest.
So that’s why that hoe was getting her hair and nails done. I wanted to whoop her ass so badly I could taste it. How was she able to get him in this position after only a few months? I’d been doing this for years.
“She only wants you because you’re popular right now. You’re the talk of the town, and she goes after men like that. Look at who she’s dealt with! She only wants you because you’re the new hottest thing!”
“Yeah? And why you want me?”
“Cortez, don’t do this.” I felt the tears drip down my cheeks. I didn’t know how to react, because he’d never treated me like this. He’d been rude and brash, and even shady when it came to other women, but he’d never tried to just break everything off. “You told me you cared about me.”
Standing up, he frowned as if he were disgusted and said, “Go check on yo’ muthafuckin’ kids and stop chasing me, worrying about who the fuck I stick my dick in.”
I couldn’t even reply before he moved away to go converse with his homeboy Cole.
Sitting there feeling foolish and embarrassed because other people were around, I couldn’t move. Thankfully, no one could hear what he’d said to me really, but it was obvious we weren’t having a loving conversation.
Staring at Belly’s back, I took my iPhone out and snapped a picture of him for my Instagram story. I wrote the word ‘mine’ on it, then posted it there and to my SnapChat before leaving out.
Cortez Khalil V. Raymond Foster… Two days later…
Depressed ass Maia flew home early since Belly had been paying her dust after that whole club thing. Me, on the other hand, I decided to let him cool off. I figured he was stressed from such an important fight coming up, so he was a little off. But now that he’d won, as expected, I wanted to surprise him.
I admit a little monkey wrench was thrown in my plans when I saw Blaise sitting front row, like she was really Belly’s girl. I laughed to myself damn near the whole match, as I eyed her in those tight ass leather pants, heels, and crop top, like she was the shit. I saw she had a Chanel purse, a couple Cartier bracelets, and a Rolex on… all shit she got from her last men.
Now that everyone was kind of piling out of the venue, I headed toward the back, damn near mowing people down because I wanted to get to Belly.
“Carson! Carson!” I called out to his manager who was on his cell phone.
“Kharla.” He frowned and then told the person to hold on. “Did you need something?”
“Yeah, I
want to get back there and congratulate my boo.” I grinned.
He appeared to be nervous yet confused, as he looked over his shoulder at Belly’s dressing room.
Belly
45 minutes earlier…
“Bring yo’ ass here.” I pulled Blaise closer to me.
“Stop, you’re sweaty still.” She giggled as I rubbed and grabbed on her fat ass while pressing my lips on her neck.
“You don’t mind this sweat when I’m beating that pussy up.” I kissed her lips a few times. “Speaking of, let’s hurry and get up out of here so I can fuck.” Blaise was quiet as I toweled myself off, so I looked her way to see what was up. “You aight?”
“Yeah, I just want you to tell me what this is. I’m gonna keep calm and give you the benefit of the doubt.” She placed her phone on the vanity, and when I looked closer, I saw it was a screenshot of Kharla’s Instagram story. In it was a photo of my back with the word mine across it. I hated them bitch ass blogs that posted every muthafuckin’ thing they saw. “I know it’s you because I recognize that tattoo on your tricep.”
“Yeah, that’s me, but her ass did that on some sneak shit. She came to my section in the club, trying to get fucked, and when I turned her ass down, I guess this was her revenge,” I explained as I stared down at the phone until it went dim. I saw Kharla’s rock head ass out in the audience of my fight, so I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
“So she’s just being thirsty? You told her about me?”
“Yes and yes.” I hemmed her up against the wall. “I told yo’ ass I was serious. Why wouldn’t I mention you?” Blaise blushed before pushing her hair behind her ears and shrugging. Lifting her chin slightly, I kissed her lips. “Let me shower so we can go eat and shit. I’m ready to give you back shots for hours.”
Laughing, Blaise replied, “You’re so nasty.”
I went to shower, using the bathroom within my dressing room, then quickly slipped on my clothes. I kept shit simple with a Gucci polo, some light colored jeans, and the matching Gucci sneakers. Once I had on my hat and watch, I was ready to bounce, but there was a knock on the door.
“Sup?” I peeked out and saw Carson.
“I uh…” he scratched his head. “I have Kharla out here, but I know Blaise is—”
“Tell her to come here.”
Carson looked at me with a floored expression, before nodding and turning to go get Kharla. I watched as she damn near ran over to me, smiling and shit with her conniving ass. By this time, the amount of people back here was scarce, because the fight had been over for some time, as well as the interview portion.
“Baby, I—”
“So you on some sneak shit?” I gripped her chin tightly as hell, making her whimper. I let the door to my dressing room rest on me so that it was still cracked. “Posting me on ya fucking story, trying to piss my bitch off, huh?” I shoved her face, making her stumble back some.
“Cortez, what’s up?” Blaise came and widened the door, making anger flood Kharla’s face.
“I hope you know I just sucked his dick two nights ago!” Kharla barked her stupid ass lies.
“Is that all you got? You went as far as to follow me to an audition and play like you didn’t know him, just to suck his dick? Step your game up, hoe.” Blaise smiled widely with her pretty ass.
“Bitch!” Kharla tried to run up but I blocked her, before nodding for Blaise to get back into the room. “He’s still fucking us all!” she hollered as I kept her back.
“That’s still my nigga,” Blaise taunted her.
“Blaise, get in the room, baby,” I told her sternly, and after smirking at Kharla, she closed the door. “You need to get yo’ stupid ass up out of here ’fore I throw yo’ ass out,” I gritted out into Kharla’s face.
“Why do you even like her!” She sobbed. “Half of the stuff she has on is from other men!”
“I don’t give a fuck! That’s just shit yo’ biscuit dry pussy couldn’t afford you. Step yo’ shit up, and you can do the same. Now this is the last muthafuckin’ time I’m gon’ tell you to stop trying to interfere with what I got going on with Blaise. One more muthafuckin’ thing and I’m snapping ya fucking neck. You understand?”
“Cortez—”
“You understand?”
“Yes.”
I heard the door behind me open and saw Blaise coming out calmly. She walked up to me with a closed mouth smiled, making me kiss her as Kharla stood right there.
WHAM!
Before the kiss was even over, Blaise decked Kharla right in the middle of her face, making her head snap back so far I thought the bitch was about to do a backflip.
“Keep playing with me, bitch, and I’m gonna beat your ass,” Blaise spat as I took her hand in mine to walk her off.
Kharla was still in shock, holding her nose with teary ass eyes. Bitch could bleed to death for all I gave a fuck.
“You know she was lying, right?” I draped my arm around Blaise before leaning down to peck her fine ass as we headed to the car waiting outside.
“Yeah.”
Once we reached my whip, I held the passenger side door open for her, grabbing her ass as she got in.
A few hours later…
“Ohh—oh.” Blaise sniveled as I held her body up against the wall, beating her pussy up.
We were sweating so fucking hard that our bodies were gliding as I kept her legs open. She’d cum so many times my dick was drenched, and I was two seconds from nutting all up inside of her ass. I always strapped up, but we’d been drinking heavily in celebration of my win at the club and shit, so as soon as we stepped into the hotel room, we were only thinking about fucking.
“Fuck!” I growled at feeling her pussy leak all over my dick every time I plunged deep inside with force. My dick hammering in and out of her walls could be heard all over the room, as our skin smacked together.
“Cor—tez,” she cried out as I bit down on her lip while busting her walls down.
Walking away from the wall, I tossed Blaise’s limp body down onto the bed, before flipping her over and putting her ass in the air. Once I slid inside, I snaked my fingers through her hair, yanked that shit back, and started pounding her pussy from behind. As she creamed down my shaft back to back seemingly, I just kept hitting her deeply, loving the way her whimpers and cries sounded.
“Tell me it’s mine,” I grunted, already knowing the fucking answer, as our skin clapped together loudly as hell. Her pussy was so wet you could hear it competing with her moans.
“I—it’s yo—yours,” Blaise cooed, and seconds later, I was pulling out and letting loose on her lower back.
Climbing off the bed, I went to the bathroom to get a warm towel to clean her off with. Once I was finished, we both hopped into the shower, with her needing assistance for them weak ass legs she was working with. After we cleaned up, we retired to the bed.
“I wanna meet ya baby,” I whispered as I lied between her legs, admiring her brown skin and sexy frame. She didn’t say anything right away, so I asked, “What?” while looking down into her eyes.
“Nothing, I just… it’s just only certain people can meet her.”
Jerking my neck back, I got up and stared down at her like she was fucking crazy.
“Fuck you mean only certain people can meet her? Did yo’ last nigga meet her?”
“Yeah, he did, but he was the first one other than her own father, Cortez.”
“Aight.” I lied down beside her, on my back.
“It’s not like that. I just want to be sure you’re actually for real about us before I introduce the two of you. I don’t want her to meet you, possibly get attached, and then we break up.”
“I’ve been fucking with you for months!”
“Yes, fucking with me.”
As she spoke to me, staring at the side of my face, I continued to look up at the ceiling. She had me hot as shit, and it took a lot for me not to snatch her ass up for coming at me like I was just some dick or still on bul
lshit.
“I said aight. Back up off me a little bit; it’s hot.” I nudged her, and for a moment, she kept gaping at me, so I turned my back to her.
“Cortez.” I ignored her as I closed my eyes. “Cortez, it’s just you’ve already hurt me, so I want to be sure.”
Her words fell on deaf ears because I was done talking about the shit. I felt her hand touch my bicep as she leaned over my body to see my face. After a while, she gave up and laid her ass down.
A couple days later…
“Can we share?” this Inglewood hood rat named Jasmine nodded toward the blunt in my hand.
Bitch was the biggest thot in Los Angeles but could suck the skin off some dick, so she got play here and there. Niggas in the hood called her Jawsmine. She had a son, and I felt bad for the little nigga ’cause he had a skeezer for a mama. The prettiest females were always hoes.
“Fuck nah you can’t put them lips on my shit. Matter fact, you shouldn’t even be able to talk right now.” I frowned before taking a pull on the blunt.
Catching my drift, she got down off my couch and onto her knees, unbuckling my jeans. I would much rather be getting some head from Blaise, but since she wanted to act like all the shit I spit to her meant nothing, I was on some fuck her shit.
Once we got back from Miami, I hadn’t talked to her ass, no matter how many times she hit me. Today, she finally gave up and hadn’t said shit, which was cool.
After I slipped the condom on my dick, because Jasmine’s mouth had been on too many, she deep throated my shit with no problem. I let my head rock back as she gagged and slurped on it, letting the tip pound the back of her throat.
“Mmm.” She hummed on it before bobbing like her fucking life depended on it.
“Damn, bitch. You gon’ fuck around and make me give a fuck about yo’ hoe ass,” I groaned, gripping her hair until I saw it slide back a little bit, so I left that move alone.
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