I wasn’t able to get out of the club until a little after 3 a.m., and when I went outside lugging all of my things, I saw Manny, Belly, and a bunch of other guys out in the parking lot. There were a plethora of scantily clad women, and I knew they were ready and willing to do whatever. And me? I was jealous of that freedom.
“Aye! Alivia!” Manny started jogging over, making me move even faster to my car.
It didn’t work, so he caught up a little ways away from my vehicle. He walked alongside me as I struggled to carry this heavy shit, and didn’t offer to relieve me of one damn thing. Yeah, he was definitely not my type. He was a male airhead.
“If you’re going to walk with me, you could at least hold something.”
“Oh shit, you right.” He took one of my black bags, as I rolled my shoulder back to alleviate some of the pain. “So umm, you should come through tonight. It’s a party at the homie Cole’s house.”
“I can’t.” I hit the alarm on my car.
“It’ll be fun as fuck. It’ll also give us a chance to get to know one another a little better.” He rubbed down my arm as I put the first two bags into the trunk.
“Excuse me?”
“What I say?”
“You honestly think I’m going to come to some little fake ass party that’s really just a spot for you niggas to fuck all those girls, and then sleep with you?” I was so angry I could spit!
“Nah, of course not!”
“Yeah right! I know what that rub down my arm meant, and let me tell you something, I have no interest in doing anything of the sort with you. I am a woman with standards, and I will be treated as such.”
“Okay, I feel you. But I promise it’s a real party. My brother, Belly, he ain’t gon’ be having sex. His new girl got him pussy whipped, so he just gon’ be chilling, like us.”
“Manny, I cannot go. I have somewhere to be. Excuse me.” I pushed past him after snatching the last bag from his ass, throwing it into my trunk, and shutting the door.
“Just for an hour—”
“I cannot go!” I roared so loudly my ears rang. He was so aggravating and dumb, plus, I was pissed that even if I did want to go with his big head ass, I couldn’t.
“Damn, aight.” He stared down at me as if I were Michael Jackson turning into that wolf zombie thing in Thriller.
“Wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just tired. I have more free time during the day.”
“Then we can get lunch or something. My brother has training around noon, so I’ll hit you up soon to eat around 3 p.m.”
“That’ll be fine.” I didn’t want to go, but I felt so horrible for shouting at the big dummy that I agreed.
We stood there staring at one another for a little bit, and then I opened my car door to get inside. I watched him back away through my side mirror, and then took a deep breath before heading straight home.
This couldn’t be life.
Belly
“We’re really happy to have you on board as an ambassador for Power Force, Mr. Khalil. You’ve made a lot of great accomplishments this year, and we feel that with you as the face of our brand, we can really do a lot,” the CEO, Joe of Power Force, a protein powder company, grinned widely at me before shaking my hand.
“I’m just happy as shit,” I replied, making he and my manager Carson laugh.
“Well great. So enjoy the rest of the party. All the drinks and food are endless for you and your entourage. Also, the presidential suite has been paid for, for three nights for you.”
“Damn, you know I live in Los Angeles and don’t need a room, right?”
“I do, but this is courtesy of the company. Enjoy, Mr. Khalil, and we will be in touch.” Joe shook my hand again, and then Carson walked him out.
Currently, we were inside of the SLS Hotel, where Power Force threw me a dinner and shit. It was nice, but I told them muthafuckas I wasn’t about to dress up in a fucking suit, and they weren’t tripping. I brought my crew along, including Manny, Will, my staff, and my niggas from my ContraBandz gang. So at the moment, we were taking advantage of the free drinks and all this fucking food.
“Aye, nigga, how much you getting paid for this shit?” Siggy inquired, downing some champagne straight from the bottle.
“Don’t worry about all that. Y’all hurry the fuck up. I wanna go see this suite,” I let them know, just as Carson returned with the room keys.
I smiled down at the shit, happy as hell that everything was falling into place for a nigga. For a long ass time, I was making bullshit, having to sell drugs on the side, just to get possibly injured and knocked around a few times a week. When I was an amateur, I fought all the damn time to keep my lights on and shit, and it was exhausting. Not to mention the jail stints and gang banging activities that held me back. But all that hard ass work paid off, and here I was with an endorsement worth one million dollars. That wasn’t shit to the big niggas in boxing, but this was only the beginning for me.
“Let’s go.” Manny nudged me, so I grabbed a few of the champagne bottles that were new, then the homies and I headed up to the suite.
My phone buzzed in my pocket on the way up, so I looked down to see my girl, Blaise, had texted me. A few bitches I used to fuck had hit me too, but none of them were important.
For the first time in a long ass time, shit, since ever, I had a female I could see myself being with, with no extras. Blaise was beautiful as fuck, smart, had her own shit going, good ass pussy, shit great, was a great mother, and she kept me in line. She kept me in line as much as I’d allow her little ass too. I smirked thinking about her as we crossed the large lobby.
Bad Ass: Sorry I couldn’t make the dinner, but I will see you tonight right?
Me: You have to. I need some celebration head and pussy. I’ll cuddle yo’ ass after too. I kind of like that bullshit. Come to the SLS whenever… they got me a suite.
Bad Ass: Okay, can’t wait!
Blaise had to shoot some night scenes for that film she was in so she couldn’t make the dinner. I wasn’t tripping in the slightest though; I wanted her to get her bread.
“Son,” I heard someone say, so I glanced to my right to see my pops. The shit caught me off guard, so for a few, I kept walking.
“Ozzy, take these,” I called out to the homie, handing over the few bottles of liquor I was carrying.
“Manny!” I called my brother, because surely he hadn’t seen our father standing here in this hotel. He didn’t look too bad, but I could tell he still drank a lot; the scent was oozing from his pores.
“I don’t need nor do I want to speak with him,” my father replied just as Manny slowly walked over.
“Oh, you only got interest in the son you see on television and shit, huh?” Manny chuckled and shook his head.
“No, just the only son I have.”
“Take the key.” I handed one of the keys to the room to Manny, and after staring my father down for a few, he took it then walked off.
“Why you be saying shit like that?”
“He’s not my son, Cortez. I don’t care what his mother is telling y’all. Only son I’ve ever had was you.”
“You tell that to Mama?”
“I tried. I’d done too much for her to believe anything I had to say. Can we talk for a little bit?”
“I’m kind of in the middle of something, Charles.” I called him by his first name. Ever since he’d abandoned us, he wasn’t my father.
“Just ten minutes. I want to catch up, and then you can go back to doing whatever you’ve been doing.”
Inhaling sharply, I gestured toward the room we’d just had the dinner in, so he walked over and entered. We sat at the table across from one another and just stared for a little bit before I got tired.
“Aight, what the fuck you wanna talk about? I’m not giving you any money. I do okay, I’m not rich yet.”
He laughed.
“I don’t want money. I’m doing fine. I just live in the area, and I overheard some
one saying that Cortez Khalil, the boxer, was at the SLS.” He was smiling hard like he had something to be proud of.
“You live in the area?”
This was Beverly Hills. I expected this nigga to be sleeping under the freeways, not parlaying with the rich muthafuckas.
“I do. My woman and I have a nice place. You should come by.”
“Your woman,” I repeated.
“Yeah.” He laughed. “I actually have a few. You know how us Khalil men do. One woman is never enough.”
“Not the case for me.”
“Oh yeah? I know you don’t actually believe that, do you? You’re my son, and we are one in the same, Cortez. You might like what you have for now, but you ain’t built for that monogamous shit.”
“Nah, you don’t know what the fuck I am or what I can do, nigga.”
Chuckling, he replied, “I do, actually. We’re a lot alike. When I met your mother, I thought I could be a one-woman man for the rest of my life. Yeah, it lasted for a while, but not forever, and I ended up ruining her. So now…” He shrugged. “…I make it clear up front so every woman I deal with will understand.”
I just stared this nigga down, feeling my blood boil. I didn’t know if I was angrier at the fact that he’d admitted to ruining my mama, or him saying I was just like him.
“I ain’t shit like you, and I ain’t gon’ ruin nobody.”
“You will.” He nodded assuringly. “You probably already have. I’m sure she’s paranoid every time you and another woman are mentioned in the same sentence. Arghh!” He grunted when I reached across the table and yoked him up by his collar.
“I don’t wanna ever run into yo’ ass again. If I do, I’m knocking you the fuck out.” Tossing him back into his seat, I fully stood up and hurried out that room to the elevators.
“Fuck!” I hollered once the elevator doors closed. His comments were fucking with me, giving me a damn headache.
I had the utmost confidence in my abilities to be faithful when it came to Blaise, just for this nigga to ruin the shit. Now I was paranoid as fuck, wondering if she would end up like my fucked up ass mama because of my actions. I wasn’t trying to fuck Blaise up, only enhance what she had going on.
“You good?” Will quizzed me when I entered the big ass suite. I ignored his ass as I continued in.
This shit was decked the fuck out and was reminiscent of a damn luxury apartment.
“Aye, some females are coming through,” Manny announced with a smile. “I posted for some bitches to hit me up through DM, and depending on what they looked like, I dropped the location.”
“That’s why I fuck with you!” Cole slapped hands with Manny, then Siggy and Ozzy followed suit.
“What is this shit again?” Will took a sip of something in a red cup, as he stared up at Siggy for an answer.
“Lean, nigga. You ain’t never had the shit?” Siggy frowned then looked to me. “Shit is my favorite.” He made a new cup for me since everyone else had one.
Because I didn’t have any fights coming up for a minute, courtesy of my rate increase, I said fuck it. Plus, I was celebrating. I’d been working hard as fuck these past months, training, traveling, booking deals, etc.… so I needed this one night; especially after that bullshit ass run-in with my pops.
All of us continued to drink and smoke, until Cole and Manny left out to bring the females up that they’d invited. I was feeling good, due to this shit in my system. I was much more chill than earlier.
About five minutes later, Manny, Cole, and about a good six females entered the room dressed in the smallest shit they could find. I noticed Cadence’s chocolate ass in some skimpy pink outfit. Her body was looking good as shit, but that was nothing new.
Ozzy turned the music up, and Cadence seemed to be walking to the beat as she came right up to me. Without hesitation, she straddled my lap, hugging my neck.
“Why you didn’t invite me?” she asked, kissing my cheek.
“I didn’t invite nobody. I ain’t even know I had a room.” I leaned back as she ran her hands down my chest.
I polished off the rest of the lean that was in my cup, then set it on the end table next to my side of the couch.
“Well I missed you. You got a girlfriend they say.” She rolled her eyes. “You been had a girlfriend.” She pointed to herself, and we both laughed.
“Nah, I just like to fuck you.” I gripped her hips, licking my lips at how short her skirt was. “Blaise my baby though.”
Cadence rolled her eyes and then got up, so I yanked her back into my lap, but this time, her back was against my chest.
“You act like you don’t like me no more,” she said sadly as I held her in my lap. “I’m mad at you.” She looked at me over her shoulder.
“So I can’t fuck you no more?”
“Of course, Cortez.” She touched my chin hairs and added, “You’re so fine.”
“Treats.” Manny came dropping a pill in everybody’s hand. I usually didn’t dabble in this type of shit, but as I stated before, I didn’t have any obligations for a while, and it was just one time. I was happy as shit about my career and felt like getting fucked up.
As soon as everybody took theirs, Cadence started moving her body in my lap to “Nonstop” by Drake. She had my dick hard as fuck, and I was twisted as shit, so I tapped her thigh to get up. She did as I’d asked, and then I took her to the bedroom, closing the doors.
I immediately started pulling her two-piece shit off, and once she was naked, she helped me out of all my clothes, before dropping down and taking my dick into her mouth.
“Fuck.” I let my head rock back as she sucked me off.
She had so much damn saliva in her mouth it was ridiculous, so I grabbed her hair and started fucking her throat until I felt like I would bust. Pulling out before I did, I reached down into my jeans to get a condom from my wallet, then sat down to slip it on. Cadence climbed into my lap, and I eased the head of my dick inside of her.
“Baby,” she whispered, squeezing my shoulders as I forced her down.
“Pussy is tight as fuck. You been holding out?”
“It’s only for you,” she cooed lowly, face squished up as I began to fuck her slowly. She wasn’t lying either. Her pussy felt like it hadn’t been penetrated since I last fucked her, which was a minute ago.
Feeling how wet she was, I put her legs over the nooks of my arms and just started beating her pussy up. Watching her perky titties bounce and hearing my dick pulverize her pussy was the shit for my high and drunk ass right now. Looking down, I smiled, seeing my dick invade her shit and how shiny everything was from her cumming twice already.
Leaning forward, I sucked on her nipples for a few, then got right back to fucking the shit out of her until I busted. Letting her legs down, I brought her closer, then kissed on her collarbone as she caressed my head. She tried to kiss my lips, but that was a no-go now that I had Blaise.
“Damn.” I panted.
“You’ll always be mine, Belly, no matter what.” She breathed heavily.
I moved her off my lap and went into the bathroom within the room to remove the condom. I cleaned my dick with one of the towels, plus some soap and water, then waltzed back out to the room ass naked. Cadence went to fix herself up then came back to get in the bed with me.
We chilled for about twenty minutes, and then I made her get dressed while I did the same. I was still twisted as fuck, but coming down a tiny bit.
As we walked out of the bedroom together, some more females were coming into the room, and I spotted a familiar bitch: Nichole. When she made a face, I realized Cadence was holding onto me as if I was her nigga. I was faded beyond belief, but only at this moment had it hit me that I’d fucked another bitch, despite me having spotty thoughts of Blaise during.
“Aye, I’ll be back,” I called out.
I slipped past everybody and left the room, making sure Cadence didn’t follow me. I kept blinking because it was taking way too much muscle and brain power
to stay alert as I got onto the elevator.
Once I got to the first floor, I went up to the registration desk to book a new room, and after getting the keys, I took my ass to it then knocked the fuck out.
When I woke up the next day, I saw it was 4 p.m., and I had texts and calls from every damn body including the homies, Cadence, Maia, Kharla’s dumb ass, Sienna, and most importantly, Blaise.
I called Manny to bring some shit from my crib because I still felt too much like shit to do it myself. I thought he’d gone home, but when I called, he was still passed out in the original suite with one of them bitches. Thankfully, he agreed to get my shit though.
“Remind me of what happened last night?” I asked him, pulling out the shit I would need for a shower and to get dressed. I was praying he told me different than what I was remembering. I was hoping like fuck I’d dreamt the shit.
“All I know is we got faded as shit. Everybody got some pussy though, that’s for sure.”
“I fucked Cadence.” I plopped down onto the bed with my back to him.
“Yeah, I knew you wasn’t gon’ let her bad ass go. I mean, Blaise is fine as shit too but—”
“Manny, get the fuck out.”
“Aight, fine. You should be happy though, nigga. You fucking all the fine hoes. Aight! Aight!” He laughed with his stupid ass when I tossed one of them complimentary water bottles at him.
Getting up, I went to brush my teeth and then took a shower before getting dressed. Once ready, I dialed Blaise up but got no answer. I began panicking, for some reason, so I hit her line again, but she didn’t pick up; only her voicemail was on the other end.
“Aye, I don’t know what type of fucking games you’re playing, Blaise, but don’t make me pop up on yo’ ass.” I left the first one. I called again ten minutes later, leaving another voicemail. “Baby, my bad for that first message. I miss you.” About half an hour had passed, so I dialed her again, having to leave another voicemail. “Blaise, if you think you ain’t about to fuck with me no more, you wilding. And whatever nigga that think he got next gon’ get his ass whooped. I’m robbing him too.”
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