305 Lovin'

by Diamond Johnson

  “Quan, we need to start the scene where you was handing out your mixtapes over there on the corner. You got about ten minutes to get dressed. Let’s go, man,” my manager/best friend Quay snapped. When Quay was under pressure and in manager mode, his ass wasn’t somebody that you would want to be around. His ass was a perfectionist just like myself and the video just had to be the shit.

  “Hey, you must be Charlie. We need you right now in hair and makeup,” one of the make-up artists said, coming our way, grabbing Charlie’s hand and pulling her towards my trailer. Charlie looked back at me and I gave her the thumbs up, telling her that she got it.

  “Nigga, you know your ass done fucked up, bringing Charlie to do this photoshoot. You think niggas want her ass now, wait until this damn video air. Mothafuckas gone want to know who the fuck is that yellow bitch with that red hair,” Quay said and I waved him off, even though I knew what he was saying was true.

  Chapter 6: Charlie

  This was the first time that I had ever done something like this and honestly, I was nervous as hell. I felt like everything around me was moving so fast and I couldn’t help but feel like I was about to pass the hell out. I was wondering where the hell Monae and Toya’s asses were because I needed them here to help me relax my nerves. I was shocked that Jaquan had even called me to play the leading lady in his video, even if I did fit the description to a tee. Right now, I was in one of Jaquan’s trailer’s getting my hair and make-up done at the same time.

  “Are you nervous?” one of the ladies asked me that was helping to style my hair.

  “A little bit,” I said, looking at myself in the mirror as I watched them work on me.

  “You must be very special to Quan to have him pick you to play in his video,” one of the other ladies said that was standing by the clothes that were lined up on the rack. I think she was trying to figure out which outfit she wanted me to wear. From the looks of things, I think she was the stylist.

  Smirking, I asked her, “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

  “Umm, no. Am I supposed to?” she asked rudely. I knew that only meant one thing and that was that she was fuckin my baby daddy or she had been fuckin him before. Let’s be clear here. She know exactly who I was.

  “I’m his daughter’s mother,” I said, turning my attention to her.

  “Oh shit! You’re Charlie? That’s why you look so familiar,” the female said that was doing my hair and I gave her a small smile.

  “But I guess it makes sense, since he did write the song about you,” the one doing my hair said. I looked at the stylist’s face and the pissed off look that she was sporting did not go unnoticed at all.

  A minute later, there was a knock on the door. “No one can come back here until we’re finished. She’ll be out in about another twenty minutes,” the stylist yelled out to whoever was knocking on the door.

  “That’s my fuckin best friend back there! You better open this damn door,” a voice yelled and I knew that it was nobody but Toya’s ass. I smiled and then the stylist went over and opened the door and in walked Monae, holding her little Morkie dog, Pebbles, along with Toya.

  My best friends looked so pretty. Toya was a mixed breed of black and Puerto Rican standing at 5’6, and was built like a fashion model. She said that she got that Puerto Rican part of her from her father because her mother was black. Her hair was long, stopping just above her ass and she joined me once every week to hit up the Dominicans. Her eyes were gray and she had a pretty, small birth mark on the top of her right eye. Right now, she was wearing a pair of skintight gold Guess jeans with a white tank top that clung to her body, showing off her four pack abs that she liked to brag about. Her tattoo that she had on her upper chest between her neck and shoulder of her mother’s name was visible now. Her mother had died in a terrible car accident last year. Monae was standing next to her in a pretty Adidas sport dress, along with the matching Adidas sneakers to match.

  “Best friend, I’m not even about to tell you how beautiful you look because your ass hear that enough,” Toya playfully said, walking over to me and taking in my hair and make-up.

  “Well, I’m going to tell you. You look good girl. Do you see all them damn people out there? Are you nervous?” Monae asked me.

  “Girl, nervous isn’t even the word. I know this is my hood and everything. I’m just scared of fuckin up on the set or something. I never did anything like this before and I just want everything to go good,” I said, rubbing together my sweaty hands.

  “Charlie, you’ll do great, boo. Plus, me and Monae are going to be standing right on the side cheering you on,” Toya said and I smiled.

  Twenty minutes later, I was fully dressed and my hair and make-up were a success. Right now, I was wearing a jean jumpsuit with no bra so the sides of my breasts were exposed, literally leaving little to the imagination. I didn’t have a lot of breasts, so I was good. On my feet were a pair of gold Gucci pumps and my hair was styled bone straight with a part down the middle. If I didn’t know any better, I would really think that I was a paid video girl because I looked just that good. I stepped out on set and Quan was waiting for me inside of his Ferrari, sitting in the driver’s seat.

  “Charlie, come over here right quick,” somebody called out that was holding onto a big video camera. He was a young white boy, looked to be about 26 and he was sweating, I guess from being out in this hot ass Miami sun.

  I walked over to him and waited to hear what he had to say. “This scene is pretty simple. We really don’t need you to do anything but ride in the car and just act like you’re having a good time while Quan is rapping. Every once in a while, you can get affectionate. Like maybe, kiss his neck, cheek and put your hands on him. Any questions?” he asked. I could tell that he didn’t want me to ask any questions and that he was ready to get this video finished.

  “No, I’m good,” I told him.

  “Okay, go and head over there now so we can get this part over with,” he told me.

  I looked into the streets and I could hear people calling my name that I knew from the hood. They literally had to block all of 63rd Street off for this video and kept having to tell the fans to stay on the sidewalk. I walked over to Quan and then Quay came over and opened the door for me and I stepped in. Quan was sitting down, looking so scrumptious. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, so all of his tattoos were fairly visible. The only thing he had on was a pair of Robin jeans and a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses He had his fangs gold in his mouth and a black snapback on his head. The way his jewelry shined and the way his light brown eyes sparkled in this Miami sun made him look like dessert and I wanted to get a sample of him.

  “Damn, you look good, girl,” Quan said, turning his attention to me.

  I smirked at him and relaxed in my seat. I wouldn’t dare tell his ass that he looked good because he was already too big headed. We stayed on this scene for like another hour and at first, I was nervous but eventually, this shit was like putty in my hands. The camera loved me and everybody on set kept telling me how much of a natural that I was. I swear some of these bitches out here couldn’t stand my ass because they were looking at me like they wanted to kill me. Jaquan just had to fuck every bitch in the whole fuckin Miami. The only scene that I was somewhat nervous about was the bedroom scene. I was very much in love with my body and I knew my body was the shit, but damn, did everybody have to see it? I mean, everything wasn’t showing. I was wearing a two piece cheetah set with a pair of black pumps. We shot that scene at Jaquan’s house and it ended after that.

  Literally at 2:30 A.M., we were wrapping things up and the editor had just finished and we were all gathered in Jaquan’s living room, waiting to see the final thing. The video came out to be a total success and Jaquan and I looked like a real ass couple. Looking at that video, I’m not going to lie, I wish that I had a love like that in real life but I already knew that me and my baby daddy getting back together wasn’t going to ever happen. We looked to be an ideal couple on set, but we both k
new that it wouldn’t be anything like that in real life. Before Jaquan got famous, I didn’t think our relationship would work because of the simple fact that we were way too much alike and that caused us to bump heads way too much. Now I knew we definitely wouldn’t work because I knew that Jaquan was out here being a fuckin dog in these streets and the way my feelings were set up, I wasn’t in the business of getting my heart broken. So, to avoid all that, I think that it was just best for us to just be great parents to China.

  “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” Quay said once the video ended and he and Jaquan had given each other a fist pump and everybody in the room applauded. Everyone was standing inside of Jaquan’s living room. From myself to the videos directors, hair and makeup crew, all of Jaquan fuckin homeboys, my girls, and of course, there were a few groupie bitches lingering around as well.

  “Oh my God, Charlie, you and my brother need to stop fuckin playing and just get back together. Ya’ll are seriously my relationship goals and ya’ll look so good together,” Monae said, walking over to me and hugging me around my waist.

  “Best friend, honestly, the video was perfect. For this to be your first video, you did very good,” Toya said, giving me a hug as well.

  I really loved my friends for staying out here with me until two in the morning. I knew for a fact that most people wouldn’t have done that and that’s why I loved them so much.

  “How are you going to get home? I didn’t see your car. I’ll take you if you want me to,” Toya said.

  “Naw, Toya, she good. I’m going to make sure she gets home,” Jaquan said, coming from behind me.

  Toya looked at me strangely, as well as Monae. “I’ll call you guys when I get home. We can meet up tomorrow for drinks,” I said.

  Both my girls gave me a hug and while Monae hugged me, she whispered in my ear, “You not going to need that dildo tonight.” I playfully mushed her upside her head, laughing and then watched them walk off.

  I went to walk around the house to find Jaquan and I spotted him standing in the kitchen, surrounded by a few bitches. I looked at him and he told them that he would be right back and made his way over to me. It’s like I was instantly aggravated and jealous at the same damn time. I knew what type of man Jaquan was and I was quite sure I had a slight idea of what he did with these bitches, but damn, I didn’t want to see the shit going down right in front of my face.

  “This why you wanted me to stay? So I could watch you entertain these hoes?” I asked him, looking directly into the eyes of one of the females that Jaquan was talking to when I walked up. She sized me up and I did the exact same thing to her.

  “Charlie, chill your lil ass down. It’s not even like that. Wait for me in my room,” he said and I just stood there looking at him. The jealousy was starting to kick in some more. I didn’t want to leave him by himself with these bitches. “Charlie, go. I’m about to be up there in a minute.”

  This time I left and headed to his room.

  Against my own will, I turned around and headed for the stairs. There were still a lot of people in the house. I swear it felt like a damn club in here instead of a video viewing. When I got to the upper level of the house, I was in complete awe. I loved Jaquan’s house that he had here in Miami. I made my way to his master bedroom and opened his door. After letting myself in, I closed the door behind me and walked over to the mirror that was hanging above Jaquan’s dresser. Jaquan’s bedroom was designed in a crème and gold color scheme. His room was literally about the size of three decent bedrooms put together and that’s just the room, not including his big ass bathroom and his luxury walk-in closet. I stood in the mirror and admired my beauty. I was now back in my Nike outfit that I had on when I came to the video shoot.

  “What you in here doing, girl?” Jaquan asked, coming into the room and taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

  I turned all the way around, facing him and letting my arms stay planted behind me on the edge of the dresser. “Nothing, I was waiting on you. What’s up?” I asked, looking at him.

  “We about to go out tonight to celebrate the finalization of the video. I figured it was only right if you went out and partied with a nigga,” he said, smirking and showing off his dimples.

  I thought about it for a minute and then said, “You would have to take me all the way back home because I don’t have clothes over here.”

  “Don’t even worry about that, the stylist and shit still here so you can pick something out from her,” he said and I nodded my head.

  “Cool, I’m going to go down there now and see what she got,” I said, walking away from the dresser.

  “Charlie, I don’t need you being all picky and shit either because we about to head out of here in like another hour or so” he informed me and I nodded my head and walked out the door.

  Chapter 7: Tracy

  Right now, a nigga was inside KOD strip club getting high ass fuck, watching all of these big booty bitches walk around this mothafucka ass naked. I was high as fuck and feeling a little tipsy as well. I was sitting inside one of the V.I.P sections with my niggas Boon and Man Man. It was almost 2 in the morning but the club was still very much in full effect. As I was sitting in V.I.P smoking, I noticed that nigga Quan step foot in the building as well as his stuck up ass baby mama.

  Truthfully speaking, I hated that nigga. I’d never tell anyone why but honestly, he was where the fuck I wanted to be right now with this rapping shit. I was hungry just like he was but it wasn’t fair that he was the only nigga around this mothafucka eating! I’d put in my time hustling, standing on the block trying to sell my mixtapes and shit, but I still wasn’t signed. Everything that nigga did to get where the fuck he was, I’d done twice as much. I’ll give it to that nigga, though, he was a hardcore rapper and he knew what the fuck to do when it came to this rapping shit but I felt like I was just as good.

  Since that rapping shit wasn’t working in my favor right now, shit, selling drugs was what the fuck I had to do in order to get to where I wanted to be. Getting inside the studio and getting studio time wasn’t free. Making mixtapes wasn’t free. All I could say is that I really hoped this shit paid off in the end because I was living a dangerous ass lifestyle right now.

  Shaking these thoughts out of my head, I focused my attention on Charlie. I swear to God, if it was the last thing I did, I was going to fuck this nigga’s baby mama. Charlie wasn’t like any other bitch that I had met before because her ass wasn’t thirsty for a nigga. Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t rich, but I had money and with that money, I would but expensive shit. The night I saw her at Club Liv, I just knew I had to have her. I even did the unthinkable and sent a bottle over to her table but she still wasn’t trying to fuck with a nigga. My homie Man Man was the one that told me that she was Quan’s baby mama. That gave me more reason to want to fuck her. I knew that shit would kill him if he found that out.

  Quan knew exactly who the fuck I was. I saw that nigga one day when I was at Finger Lickin having lunch and he walked in with his whole damn entourage. I tried handing this nigga my mixtape and I didn’t like the way he clowned me in front of everybody. Dumb nigga had the nerve to look at me like I reeked of shit. That was the day I started envying this nigga. You so-called rap about the hood and how you was able to make it out that bitch but you couldn’t even listen to a nigga’s mixtape!

  So straight up, fuck that nigga and I swear to God, once I blow up that mothafucka gone wish that he had put me on because once I start making hits, the world is going to be saying “Quan, who?” As soon as I take his spot, I’m taking his baby mama next!

  Chapter 8: Jaquan

  Right now, I was in V.I.P at KOD and I was surrounded by family and I had a few fans in here with me as well. Once Miami found out that I was showing my face tonight, everybody came out. We pulled up and the line was literally wrapped around the damn club. There was a velvet rope closing off the entrance to my V.I. P section. They had two big cocky mothafuckas guarding the rope and they
weren’t letting anybody inside this bitch until I said so. I had my baby mama with me and I swear these bitches in here that I had fucked were looking at me with death in their eyes. A few of them even tried to be petty and say hey to my baby mama, all the while knowing that I had fuckin the shit out of them. Charlie was from the hood so she peeped game whenever it was thrown at her, that’s why she wasn’t holding any conversation with these hoes. I was happy with that because I knew that as soon as she gave these hoes a little bit of conversation, they were going to be running off at the mouth about our sexual encounters.

  I was sitting down on the plush sofa as the DJ was playing Future’s “Freak Hoe.” Charlie was one dancing ass girl, so she was standing in front of me with her back facing me, winding her hips. She was sporting a red wine silk bandage dress with a plunging back. I swear that dress fit her body to the tee. Her long, natural red hair was pulled up into a high pony and each time she swung her hips to the music, her hair would flow with her. On her feet were a pair on tan Giuseppe Zanotti heels with the metal leaf embellishments. When it came down to Charlie’s shoe game, her shit stayed on point. I think her ass had more damn shoes than I did. I watched as every nigga in this bitch with a dick stared in awe at my baby mama. Most niggas get offended when they see shit like that, but not I. Why would I want to be the only person that knew my baby mama was bad? I wanted the whole fuckin world to know that shit.

  After the song went off, Charlie turned around to face me. I could see the gloss in her eyes and I knew that her ass was high as fuck. Charlie didn’t smoke like that. The only time she would get lifted was if she was going out. I didn’t have no problem with her ass smoking as long as she didn’t do that shit around my daughter, which I knew she didn’t. She walked back over to me and as soon as she sat down, I could feel somebody burning a hole through me with their eyes. I turned my attention to where the stare was coming from and I came face-to-face with Chantel. If looks could kill, I would be a dead mothafucka. I swear she was looking at me like she was my bitch or something.