“Cut it back on and have Cornell collect my shit,” I told Abel before leading Camarih back to her car. “I’m driving.” I put my hand out for her keys.
“I don’t like niggas driving my car.”
“Camarih, don’t make me fuck you up. Give me them muthafuckin keys.” She placed them in my hand. Using my index finger to pull her into me by the top of her dress, I added, “And watch yo’ fucking mouth. You my baby, and I’ll never put my fucking hands on you, but you got ’bout one more time to come at me sideways ’fore all that shit goes out the window.”
Nodding, she replied, “I’m sorry.”
After kissing her, I opened the passenger side door so she could get in, then went to my side so we could head the crib. Once there, we showered, and Camarih made us some tacos, before we retired to the bedroom.
“My bad about that shit earlier. Last thing I wanna do is upset you with a bitch wearing thot sandals.” I lay between Camarih’s legs as she giggled.
“What are those?”
“Them shits that fit between the toe and wrap around the ankle. When me and the homies used to hit those hole in the wall ass clubs, them hoes used to always have them shits on. Sliding all over the muthafuckin’ place while busting it open on a nigga.”
Camarih’s head tilted back as she laughed heartily, so I kissed down her neck.
“I’m glad I don’t wear those.” She caressed my face. “You hurt my feelings. Here I am sick, throwing up, and you’re out there enjoying lap dances from another hoe.”
“I only enjoyed it a little bit ’cause her ass was fat.” I smirked when she hit me.
“You should only be enjoying mine.”
“I do, baby. Trust me, I do.” I squeezed that shit. “I always tell you how fucking fine you are. Prettiest bitch I ever seen.”
“Oh please.”
“Dead ass. Soon as I spotted you, I knew I was gon’ fuck you, and I wasn’t pulling out.”
“So you trapped me.”
“Fuck out of here. I just knew off top yo’ pussy was good. I could tell by how plump yo’ ass was, how thick them thighs were, and how pretty yo’ face was. I’m a hood nigga, and it’s certain females you raw dog and don’t pull out of.” I sucked her bottom lip. “Why you staring at me?”
“No reason.” Inhaling sharply, she questioned, “When am I gonna meet your family?”
“You can meet Jilly this week.”
“Okay, and what about your parents?”
“Baby, my parents are dead. So like I said, you can meet Jilly.” I rolled off of her.
It was silent for a little bit before I felt her crawl up behind me.
“I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.” I didn’t reply as I closed my eyes to go to sleep. “How did they die?”
“It don’t fucking matter how they died, aight? Them muthafuckas is gone, so all you need to worry about is meeting my little sister. Take yo’ ass to sleep, Camarih.”
I felt her get out of the bed, but I wasn’t about to chase her ass. She needed to get the fuck on with all that prying before she pissed me off.
I thought she left the room, but suddenly, I felt her getting in the bed on my side. Opening my eyes, I saw her innocent face right in mine as she held onto me so she wouldn’t roll off the bed.
“Houston.”
“You annoying as fuck.” I scooted back some so her ass wouldn’t be damn near dangling off the bed. She kept her arms around my torso as she moved with me.
“I told you things.” She whined.
“So the fuck what.”
“So we need to be even. Now tell me how they died. This is what boyfriends and girlfriends do. You don’t know this, but I have experience in relationships.” She rambled, with her nerdy ass.
“You corny as a muthafucka.”
“You like corny girls.” She started kissing me, and like always, I was right back to groping her body and falling for her shit.
“Nah, I just like yo’ corny ass.” I tightened my grip on her body as she toyed with my chin hairs. “My mama overdosed. She was a functioning cokehead, so she was never pawning our shit for drugs and all that bullshit you see on TV. She had a job, cooked us meals, all that good shit. One night, she ingested too much and had a heart attack.
My father wasn’t worth shit after that, so I basically raised Jilly and myself once my moms was gone. Pops was a weak ass nigga, always had been. My mama was fucking around on him, and he never did shit about it.” I shrugged. “I was thirteen and Jilly was ten, so I started doing illegal shit to make money, get us food, and clothes. Then my pops got married to Brielle’s mama when I was twenty-one, and he got sick about two years ago, refused to hit the doctor, and died almost a year ago.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“Don’t be. I’m straight. I technically ain’t had parents in over a decade. I’m used to the shit.” I chuckled subtly since she looked so worried. “Nothing I say to you better leave this room, aight?” Camarih was the first female I’d told any of that shit to.
“Of course not. Same way you won’t mention what I told you about Bobi.”
“I won’t, but she still got some shit coming to her big ass.” I moved Camarih’s hair out the way as she simpered; beautiful as fuck, with a sexy yet innocent vibe to her. “My bad for being rude earlier. I don’t like talking about my parents. It’s no point.”
“It’s okay. I didn’t take it personal. That’s why I didn’t leave you.”
I didn’t think I could admit the shit aloud, but I was blessed as fuck to have a female like Camarih. I didn’t give a fuck what them niggas did before me, but I was happy they did the shit. She would’ve been my bitch regardless though.
“You ain’t never leaving.” I stood on my knees and pulled her silk shorts down since I knew she had on no panties under.
“As long as—”
“You ain’t never fucking leaving.” I cut off her little warning she liked to give because it was irrelevant. “Right?” I slipped my fingers inside of her, making her gasp and grip my wrist. “Let go and answer me.”
“Never.” She whimpered as I started to move my fingers in and out of her walls.
“Open ya legs more,” I demanded, and she did as she was told, so I lowered myself on top of her, speeding up my hand motions. Feeling her pussy start to drip made my dick extra hard as I watched her moan and frown. Camarih already had some wet shit, but her pussy while pregnant was crazy drenched.
“Mmm.” Her voice trembled as she licked her lips. Her body gyrated when she came, as she dug her nails into my arms. I didn’t slow up, so she was releasing again in no time, but much harder. “I—I love y-you, Houston.”
Ignoring her, I slipped my fingers out then went down to eat her pussy, which was nice and sloppy wet how I liked the shit.
7
Camarih
“Fuck is that smell?” Tony entered the living room. He looked good as usual, especially when he frowned.
“Pecan waffles.” I smiled, walking over to him after I pointed to my candle.
“Camarih, blow that bullshit out. Got my crib smelling like a muthafuckin’ brothel.”
“Brothel? It smells nice.”
“Nah, blow it the fuck out. I like my spot smelling like weed and Hennessy, not this frilly ass shit.”
Chuckling, I pecked his lips then went to blow the candle out.
“You’re lucky we’re about to leave, or I wouldn’t be blowing anything out.”
“Yes the fuck you would.” He checked his phone before hitting the lights and then opening the front door for me.
“Tony!” I squealed when he gripped a handful of my ass as I walked past him.
“You remember last night? That shit looked so perfect while I was stroking you with ya face in the pillow.” He opened the passenger side door for me.
“Yeah, tell the whole neighborhood.”
“You already did. Moaning all loud and shit.”
“You’re a damn lie!” I barked at h
im as he slammed the door in my face before joining me in the car. “I moan softly.”
“Fuck out of here. Them niggas put a notice on my door the other day saying I was gon’ get a fine for yo’ loud ass.” He zoomed out of his driveway and peeled off toward the freeway. We were going to the mall then to have lunch.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. I know the dick is good, Buttascotch, but you gotta chill. You get me fined, and I’m kicking yo’ ass out.”
I rolled my eyes, not sure if he was serious or fucking with me.
We ended up at the Beverly Center, and after Tony bought a few things, he made me get a new iPhone. I liked my iPhone 6 Plus, but because it shut off frequently and died all the time, Tony said we had to get rid of it. He didn’t like not being able to get in touch with me while he was away, so getting a new phone was non-negotiable.
“You like those?” Tony asked as I looked at the purses inside of Balenciaga.
“It’s pink, so yes.” I gave him a half smile as I put it back.
“Aye bruh, I need one of these and not this one. Get a new one from the back.” Tony raised the purse up, and the stylist nodded.
“Baby, no. I have a purse.” I showed him my Fendi one that he just bought a month ago.
“Stop. Telling. Me. How. To. Spend. My. Fucking. Money.” He kissed me after each word, backing me into the wall. I was grinning after each one like a loser. “I ain’t never gon’ be out buying myself shit without getting you something too.”
Standing on my tiptoes, even in heels, and tossing my arms around his neck, I asked, “So that means you wanna buy me some shoes too?”
“Only ’cause that pussy is good,” he said just as the guy brought up the purse, so I was a bit ashamed, avoiding eye contact with him.
After getting my purse, some shoes, and a hat from Balenciaga, Tony took me to Paragon, where he got me a Rolex. I didn’t want it at first, but when they showed me a dainty one that didn’t make me look like a rapper or an Instagram hoe, I obliged.
“Thanks, baby.” I eyed my watch once we were in the car.
“Shit looks sexy on you.” He glanced my way, biting his lip and making me blush. “You the first female I don’ ever spent that type of bread on.”
“I know.”
“That’s also why you gotta know that I’m yo’ nigga. I ain’t gotta announce shit. When these hoes see you, they know what’s up.”
“I know that now.” I allowed him to take my hand and kiss the back of it before he let his rest on my exposed thigh.
I was definitely in love with Tony, and had even gotten the courage to tell him so. He didn’t say it back and hadn’t commented on the fact that I’d said it, so I was feeling some type of way. I knew he wasn’t the fall in love type of man, so I wasn’t expecting him to reciprocate already, but I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t wish he had.
However, I wasn’t going to let the fact that I loved him and he didn’t love me, affect anything. He made me happy. He was handsome, had amazing dick, was intelligent, and always showing me new things; plus, he protected me. I’d never had a man who took care of me the way he did, and not that I wanted to be taken care of, but it was nice to know he could and would. I had to get used to some stuff because Prince just wasn’t like him.
Prince didn’t make sure I ate, ask me about my business, or even do simple things like check the surroundings of a place before bringing me in. Tony was just not what I was used to, but I liked it. Plus, how he spoiled me didn’t hurt either.
Prince got me things too, but usually only after he cheated on me or talked to me like I had a tail and wanted to apologize. It was cool getting gifts just because a man wanted to be nice instead of as an apology.
I hated to even say, Driz wasn’t like Tony either. He cared about me, but the little things that Tony did made me realize that Driz’s and my relationship wasn’t as perfect as I thought it had been. Driz was obviously miles better than Prince.
Tony and I ended up at Yardbird, this southern food restaurant, and even though I’d never been here before, I was anxious to eat. I was starving like always.
“What you gon’ get?” he inquired after looking up from the menu. “And stop fucking smiling at me with yo’ creepy ass.”
“Sorry, baby.” I chuckled. “I like spending time with you.”
“I like fucking you.” He threw his arm around me to kiss the corner of my mouth.
“Is that all?”
“Course not. I love seeing you deep throat my dick too.” He cheesed when I sucked my teeth. “You ain’t even let me finish.”
“Finish, asshole.”
“I like spending time with yo’ ass too. You be corny as shit sometimes, but I like that.” His eyes ran amuck all over me. “When I’m not piping you, I like talking to you. You ain’t one of these stupid ass females that blink like Dora the Explorer when I’m speaking some real shit.”
“That’s better.” I batted my eyelashes. “Anyway, I’m getting the chicken and waffles. You?”
“Just the fried chicken with the side of biscuits.”
“Oh. I’m gonna get that instead.”
“You stay copying yo’ nigga.”
“No I don’t!”
“We was at Jamba Juice the other fucking day, and here yo’ ass go getting exactly what the fuck I get.”
“So.”
“It’s straight.” He smiled with his sexy ass. “You mine, so it’s natural for you to copy me.”
“I don’t copy you. You just pick good stuff sometimes.”
“I’m getting the hummingbird cake for dessert. You want that too?”
“Nope.” I looked off, and my eyes landed on Isis. She was staring, while caressing her belly. Her eyes kept darting at Tony then me.
Quickly, I looked away, acting just like I didn’t see her ass.
The food here was delicious, and even though I tried to refrain from having some cake, when Tony’s stupid ass let me have one bite and not another, I was forced to order one for myself, proving him right.
My phone chimed as we rode home, listening to our favorite song, “Best Friend” by Dom Kennedy, and I looked down to see Prince had replied to my story. I’d posted a photo of Tony while he was on the phone at the table and put ‘Day out with daddy’ as the caption.
PrinceMoney: You ain’t never posted me on yo’ shit.
PrinceMoney: You really think you got something with that nigga. He ain’t shit but a thug that’s gon’ get murked just like yo’ ex nigga.
PrinceMoney: Don’t come crawling back when he shoot yo’ stupid ass.
PrinceMoney: Dumb bitch.
Me: Message me again and I’ll have my nigga fuck you up AGAIN.
Dropping my phone into my lap, I sat back to enjoy the rest of the ride.
“Thank you, Grace. They’re so pretty.” I handed my nail lady her tip.
“Yes, very pretty. Have a good day.” She smiled as I walked out, loving the way my new après set nails looked with my new watch. After taking a photo, I put my phone away and headed to my car.
As I got closer to it, I spotted Isis’s pregnant ass standing near it.
“Move, or I will hit you again.”
“Ari, wait.” She wobbled up to me. “Can we just sit down and—”
“Hell no. Are you stupid? I don’t ever wanna fucking talk to you again.”
“Please, I want to apologize. I love you, and I miss you so much.” Her eyes watered.
“I don’t care, Isis. If you loved me so much, you wouldn’t have fucked my nigga and gotten pregnant.”
“It was a one-time mistake, Camarih. And he wants nothing to do with me or the baby.” She sniffled, so I gave her a thumbs up before stepping off the curb to get to the driver’s side of my car. “Ari, I saw you with Wacko a couple days ago. I know you like him, but he’s not gonna treat you any better than Prince.”
“Why the fuck would you care?”
“Because we’re friends, and I love you. You�
��re a sweet person, Camarih, and someone like Tony Wacko is only going to use you for your kindness, fuck you, and then throw you out.”
Slamming my door back, I returned to the curb. “For one, Isis, we are not friends and never will be again. Secondly, you’re running your mouth a lot about a nigga you’ve never even met. You know nothing about Tony other than what someone has told you.”
“Yeah, but these are girls he’s fucked with, Ari!”
“Half of them bitches are lying, and the other half are just mad because he sent their asses home with nothing more than a wet ass.”
“I—”
“Say one more thing about my man, Isis, and you’re going to regret it.”
“Man? He has you thinking he’s your man? Wacko is no one’s man! He’s just—”
WHAM!
I hit Isis right in her mouth, prompting her to wail and cover it with her hand as she bucked her eyes at me.
Satisfied, I got in my car and drove off, feeling better than I did when I woke up since I got to punch someone. If I saw Isis again, I was gonna beat her ass.
In the mood for Jamba Juice, which was nothing new since being pregnant and living with Tony, I decided to stop at the one on Slauson.
Tony loved Jamba Juice, and now I did too. He always got the Caribbean Passion smoothie with bananas added, and it was so good. I was salivating at the thought of it.
Entering, I placed my order, getting one for him too as a surprise, and then I stepped off to the side to wait.
“Thank you.” A beautiful brown-skinned girl with medium length dark hair, smiled at the employee who’d placed the smoothie on the bar. I saw her here almost every time I came. “Fuck!” She shouted when it slipped right out of her hand and onto the floor. “Shit.” She stared down at it before tears welled up in her eyes. “Can you make another one?”
“You’d have to pay for it,” the cashier let her know, just as the guy placed my two smoothies on the bar.
“Please. I come here all the time; can you just remake it this once?” She begged.
“No. I’m sorry. We have to account for all of our product, and free drinks are for when we mess up,” the guy on the bar explained.
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