Hanging up, I stared at the wall angrily before texting her.
Me: Why the fuck you acting like this?
My phone had only been down on the bed for a couple seconds before it buzzed, so I snatched it up only to see I had a DM from that thirsty bitch Nichole.
NicholeIsBae: Hey boo, wanna meet up? I’m still in the Beverly Hills area.
I didn’t say anything back, so about five minutes later, she hit me again.
NicholeIsBae: If you don’t fuck with me, Cortez, I’ll be letting Blaise know that I saw you boo’d up with another bitch last night.
NicholeIsBae: Not like you already don’t have a couple bitches, I’m just trying to be down too. Think on it.
I was seeing I was gon’ have to break her muthafuckin’ neck.
Blaise
Same time… just another place… around 7 p.m.…
Shooting for the day was finally over, and the only reason it’d ended this early was because we started at 5 a.m. I wasn’t sure why I thought I could go chill with Belly before work, but it was a bad idea to try. I’d driven to the hotel, late as hell at night, only for him to be knocked out. He’d texted me his new room number, but when I got there, he never came to let me in. Thankfully, the hotel was in the same city I lived in.
As soon as I got into my car, I saw I had a couple missed calls from him, along with a text. He left voicemails, so I went to listen, laughing at how crazy his ass was when he was the one who’d fallen asleep on me. Tapping his name, I cranked my car and let the line ring through my speakers.
“I miss you,” he answered.
“I miss you too. You fell asleep on me.” I felt my cheekbones rising like always whenever I talked to him.
“My bad, baby. You feel like coming back to me? I wanna fuck with you for the rest of the night.”
“Okay. Let me just go make sure Island gets to bed.”
I went home, and like I thought, my baby was still up, so I made her a snack, bathed her, and then played with her a minute until she fell asleep. I laid with her for about an hour, packed a small bag, and then quickly said ‘bye’ to my mother before heading to the hotel.
I got there in no time since I lived in Beverly Hills, so after giving my truck to valet, I made my way inside and up to Belly’s room.
“Sup,” he answered the door.
“Baby!” I screeched when he picked me up, hugging my body tightly and kissing my neck. Slowly, he pulled back, and we shared a few pecks before he let me down.
“You hungry?” he questioned.
“Yes, I fed my baby but didn’t eat.”
“Aight. I’m gonna shower, and then we can go eat by the pool. I reserved it for us. If you feel like it.” He gave me a cute smirk, so I nodded in response. “Come shower with me.”
I slipped out of my Hermès sandals, then my clothes, before tying my hair up. I then went into the bathroom to join him so we could clean up. Once out, we got dressed, and he looked so handsome in his basketball jersey, light jeans, and Givenchy sneakers. He smelled good too, so I just admired him as he brushed his fresh fade.
Once I had my tan dress on and my Hermès sandals again, we left the room hand in hand. The pool area didn’t have many people by it, and I guess it was because it was a weekday. It looked so nice out here, and even though it was nighttime, you could still see because of the yellow lights they had. It was very romantic in a sense.
Belly and I sat down under the cabana reserved for us, then ordered some food and drinks to enjoy.
“This is nice, baby. Thank you.” I half smiled, and he reached his hand out to bring me over to his cabana bed. I snuggled up to him, and he looked down at me to kiss my lips.
“I got fucked up last night. I ain’t mean to leave you hanging.”
“You drank a lot?”
“Yes. The nigga who owns Power Force gave us all these fucking bottles of champagne and shit, then the hotel gave us free hard liquor, plus we had weed, pills, and that lean shit the homie likes.”
“You took all of that?” I sat up some to stare down at him and he nodded. “Cortez.”
“I know. I usually stick to weed and a few drinks in between fights, but since I wouldn’t have one for a while, I was feeling extra. I used to fuck with a lot of that shit when I was coming up, but not no more.”
“Yeah, well last night was the last time.”
“Look at you.” He grinned. “You think you running shit?”
“I do.”
“Nah, only thing you run is from this dick.”
“No I do not!” I was offended as hell. He could tell so he burst into laughter, just as our drinks arrived.
“Not no more. You used to though. Had to hold yo’ little ass in place, but now you good.”
“So you didn’t like fucking me before is what you’re saying.” I sipped my cocktail.
Sitting up so we could be face to face, he whispered, “Nah, I’ve always loved fucking you.”
We shared a few kisses and then continued to talk and drink until our food came. After we ate, we retired up to the room and got in bed together to watch some Netflix since they had the app on this TV. Belly was lying on me as I caressed his head, while he slowly rubbed on my inner thigh.
“I have a free day tomorrow,” I spoke lowly.
“Me too. We can go to high ass Rodeo.”
“Okay.”
He looked up at me and smiled.
“You’re happy as fuck to do some shopping.”
He got on top of me and in between my legs.
“No, they have good food over there too.” I couldn’t help but to chuckle at the face he made down at me.
“They got like one and a fucking half restaurants… if that.”
“That’s more than zero.”
“You right.” He lowered himself so that we could kiss. It started off slow but became more passionate and hungrier by the second as he ran his hands up my gown to pull my panties off.
I sat up slightly so he could remove my gown, then off came his boxers before he resumed kissing me. He trailed his lips from my neck, down to my breasts to tend to my nipples and piercings, then across my stomach. He gently placed my thighs onto his shoulders, and sucked the inner parts before latching his mouth onto my bud, using his tongue to toy with it.
I began to wind my hips against his face, pressing my head back into the pillow because it felt so good. He used his big hands to keep my thighs parted, as he ate my pussy with so much motivation and precision. Looking down at him, I touched his fade, rubbing it slowly just before my body jerked due to my orgasm. Per usual, Belly kept going, making me claw at the sheets and let out shuddered whimpers.
“Mmm,” I moaned, biting down hard on my lip as he palmed my thighs into my body to go even harder. Twirling his tongue into my opening, he slowly brought it back to take my clit back into his mouth.
My body froze before gyrating softly, as another tidal wave ripped through me. Belly lapped it all up, then kept my legs pinned back, sliding inside while keeping strong eye contact with me. Bringing his body closer, he let my legs hang over his shoulders and began fucking me with no mercy, sucking my lips in the process. My moans went through multiple changes from being loud, then having a stutter, and to being nonexistent. As I came back to back, he didn’t let up, battering my pussy as he kissed me and looked down into my eyes.
“You so fucking beautiful, Blaise,” he muttered before sucking my neck. “I love fucking you.”
I couldn’t reply. The dick had taken my voice box away.
Belly rose his lower half up off of me, wrapped his hand around my neck, and then hammered me hard. He tossed his head back for a second, letting out a subtle and sexy groan. Regaining eye contact with me, he pounded me hard, forcing me to release once more before letting loose himself.
Dropping down onto me, he kissed all over my face as our hearts beat rapidly but in sync.
The next morning…
Belly and I woke up pretty early, skipping b
reakfast sort of to go shopping around the way on Rodeo. He was so sweet, buying me two purses, three pairs of shoes, and a sweater from Chanel, Louis Vuitton, and YSL. We then went to Neiman’s around the corner, where he bought me some sneakers as well as some Balenciagas for Island. I couldn’t wait to see them on her little feet.
After shopping, we checked out of the room, dropped my stuff off at home, and then went to Inglewood to eat at his favorite breakfast spot named Serving Spoon. It was packed, but since this was his hood, they cleared a booth out for us immediately.
It was crazy because as soon as we walked into the small diner-like restaurant, everyone instantly began cheering his name, some coming up to speak with him. Belly had no problem taking pictures and chatting with everyone.
“You’re making the right moves, son; not only in your career, but personal life now.” The old man gestured toward me with a smile. “Always need a good woman by your side. It helps if she’s as pretty as this one too.”
Belly glanced back down at me cheesing, then turned back to the man to say, “Oh yeah, definitely. She’s taken though, old man. Stop breathing yo’ damn denture adhesive in her face.”
My jaw hit the carpet flooring of the diner, but the old man just laughed along with Belly. I guess he was fine with it because he knew him as a child.
We were finally able to go to our seats, but of course, people were still breaking their necks to stare at him, walking by purposely to shake his hand or filming. Some of the younger girls in here recognized me; I could tell by the looks on their face. And the looks definitely weren’t of admiration but of envy. I guess they didn’t appreciate me taking a man from their hood, because he somehow belonged to them. Too bad. And if they stepped to me, they were getting slumped.
“Baby, they have an item named after you.” I pointed to the combo called Hood’s Champ Special. The description had his name in it and everything.
“I know. They added it like a month ago. I used to always come here and order separate shit to make my own meal, so they just put it together and named it after me once I got some notoriety.”
“Well I’m getting that. I wanted waffles anyway.” I read some more of what it came with. “Damn, you eat a lot.”
“Got to.” He smirked just as a waitress came to our table, smiling widely as ever.
“You haven’t been here in two weeks, Belly. I was getting worried.” She cooed.
“We’ll both have what I usually get.” He ignored her comment. “And two sunrises.” She nodded, took the menus, and then walked off.
“You fucked her?” I inquired with a half-smile.
“Hell no.” He chuckled. “I like my females to take better care of themselves. That bitch’s feet look like she’s been driving for the fucking Flintstones.”
“Oh my gosh.” I chuckled. “All she needs is a callous remover, baby.”
“Is that what it is? Hate when bitches walk around like they been skateboarding barefoot all fucking day.”
He was so mean, and by the frown on his face, I could tell he was serious.
“I wanna ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth, okay?” I stared him in the eyes, so he waited. “Maia, Cadence, Kharla, and Sienna, it’s like they all think they’re your girlfriend, yet they know you had other women and didn’t mind sharing.”
“What’s the question, Blaise?”
The waitress brought our drinks, so I waited until she pranced off.
“What were you doing with them? It was never serious, right?”
“Nah, it wasn’t. You said yourself they knew what it was. I’ve never been keen on fucking a bunch of random females, so I kept a few close that I fucked depending on the day. Did I lay up with ’em a few times? Buy their ass a burger or two? Maybe let them come to an appearance at the club? Yeah, I did. But it was never on no real shit like what you and me got.” He sipped his drink. “Females think because you fuck them more than once and let them go a few places with you, that they yo’ bitch. I can’t help the impression they got.”
“Did you see this?” I slid my iPhone over to show him the picture of those comments Izzy brought to my attention. I had her text them over that night.
“Of course not. I don’t follow any of them. Even if I did, I don’t be on the gram like that to be scoping comments, especially of the females I just fuck.”
He was so vulgar.
“Then why did she change the comment? You didn’t tell her to delete that?”
“Nah. But they all knew I didn’t like the flashy bragging shit.”
“No wonder they’d always post cryptic stuff when they were with you; a glimpse of your arm, your back, your shoes.” I chuckled.
“Exactly. No face shit.” He placed his cup down. “But don’t worry about all that bullshit. It’s you and me, and you know that. They know that too.”
“True.” I felt myself smiling hard, so he returned the gesture just as our food arrived.
The rest of the day was perfect, especially ending it with Belly and Island.
Priscilla
“So what did he have to say about them all?” I asked Blaise.
We were out to lunch, and she was updating me on the whole harem situation with Belly.
Being in the entertainment industry myself and because of Rafi, I’d heard of Belly and his ‘situations’. I remember one of Rafi’s friends saying how Belly wasn’t fond of random groupies, but instead kept a small amount of beautiful women in rotation. It was brought up because Rafi’s friend tried to sleep with one of them, but her loyalty to Belly was surprising considering she knew she was just one of his ladies.
“That they were simply something to sleep with and nothing more. What I can say is, none of them are ugly.”
I chuckled.
“Yes, I’ve seen them and they’re beautiful. Don’t you hate seeing your new man’s exes and they look like wild animals?”
We both chortled.
“Yes! Have you wondering if you’re ugly because he can’t possibly find you attractive if he found them raccoons cute.”
“Exactly. You definitely look the best out of them all.”
“You’re my friend, you’re supposed to say that.”
“No, I would have just kept my thoughts to myself, but seriously, you are the prettiest one.”
“Thank you, but now I’m the only one.”
“Yes.” I nodded just as my phone buzzed on the table. I looked down to see it was a text message from Rafi, so I opened it up. He’d sent a picture of himself and our kids making breakfast in the kitchen this morning. It was so cute seeing them happy, with flour all over their faces. “Look.” I showed Blaise.
“Oh my gosh, they’re so cute!” she squealed, staring down at the picture for a few more seconds.
“Yeah, I wish I could post it.”
“Why can’t you? I know you guys like the privacy, but if you want to post that, then do it.”
Blaise was under the impression that Rafi and I didn’t want the attention that came with two public figures dating. And even though that was 5% true, that wasn’t the actual case. No, I didn’t tell Blaise that. She just assumed, and I let her out of embarrassment.
The last person I told, my Aunt Vivian, went off about how Rafi was using that as an excuse to come off as a bachelor to the public. That didn’t make any sense to me, because everyone in the industry that was somebody knew about us. It was just his fans and everyone else on the outside who had no idea.
“Rafi doesn’t want to be public with our relationship. I mean, I don’t exactly want to be all out there, but a little showoff would be nice.”
Blaise and I were pretty close and had grown closer the past year or so. By saying that, I felt like I could trust her. She had yet to do or say anything shady like most of the women I’d met being with Rafi and being a dancer.
Everyone was a backstabber seemingly and had an agenda. Either they wanted to fuck my man, get close to me to get close to my man’s friends or assoc
iates, or simply wanted to be seen with me to get exposure. Blaise had done none of that, plus, she was more famous than I was, so using me would be hustling backward in a sense.
“Wait, so you guys are only this private because of him?”
“Yeah… Is that bad or something?”
“I mean, if it’s mutual, then okay, or if he has a legit reason. Like Cortez and I don’t post each other, but we’ll post little things that drop hints. But that’s something we agreed to do together. But if this is one sided… what is his reason?”
“He doesn’t want me and the kids being harassed. He feels once people know we’re connected, they’ll bother me.”
“Well…” She sipped her water. “…I say if you want to post the picture, post the picture. If you’re fine with his rules, then don’t.”
I just nodded in response.
We finished up our lunch, paid the bill, and then went to the gym to work out with our trainer. But before we got started with our session, I posted the picture to social media. What harm could it do? And if Rafi wanted to leave me over something so small, then so be it.
Before I posted the photo, I did notice that out of the one hundred followers I’d gained so far today, one was Will, and the other was that bitch Yesenia. I followed Will back but skipped right over her ass. I didn’t care what Rafi said; I was suspicious of her.
“Wanna go in the steam room?” Blaise questioned once we finished our workout with our trainer Robert. He went extra hard on us today, so we were drenched as we sat on the floor of his private gym.
“Yep, we can.” As we walked toward the steam room, my phone began ringing, and I saw it was Rafi. “Hey, ba—”
“Take that fucking picture down, Priscilla.” He used my full name, so I knew he was mad. He called me Prissy all the time.
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