“Freak My Shit” by New Boyz poured through the speakers on the yacht, as it sailed across the super blue waters. Draylah was in my lap with her fine ass, dressed in a little ass bathing suit that showed just how fucking crazy her body was.
I smiled as she moved her body to the beat, biting my lip at the sight of my name tattooed on her lower back. Slipping my arm around the front of her body, I hugged her back into my chest and kissed on her supple shoulders, prompting her to move her hair out of the way. I then took out a wad of cash, and began placing some of the bills in the waistband of her bottoms, making her smile sexily.
“I guess you like my moves?” she smirked, referring to my dick hardening under her and the large amounts of cash I’d given up.
“I do, especially because I know you can do that shit on the dick too,” I half joked, making her laugh.
“You want another margarita, Draylah?” Virginia quizzed, standing at the bar. Her and my baby had been getting real close during this tour, and I guess it was good for Draylah to have someone to chill with and shit when I was too busy to pay her any mind.
“Definitely,” Draylah replied, before getting up from my lap and then straddling me. “I’m so happy you got a free day for us to do this. It’s so pretty out here.”
“I made sure of the shit since you told me you wanted to go to Miami one day. I gotta step yo’ shit up though, so I’m gon’ take you out the country soon.”
I saw a boat sail by as a couple paparazzi niggas started snapping photos, so I tapped Draylah to get off my lap so that I could take her downstairs. I had no muthafuckin’ privacy, not even in the middle of the damn water. A part of me wanted to pull my heat out and smoke all of them fucking paparazzi’s, but there were too many damn witnesses, and this was Draylah’s day.
“Don’t rock the boat too much lovebirds!” Wonder shouted, making everyone else cackle.
Once in the bedroom, Draylah sat down on the bed, and I closed the door behind us to drown out the music and loud conversation going on upstairs.
“I’m still sore from last night, Ricky.” She smiled innocently as she tied her hair up.
“Calm yo’ ass down. Acting like I be so thirsty for the pussy, when really you be thirsty as fuck for this dick.” I grabbed my mans down below for emphasis.
“Baby, it’s definitely more of you,” she giggled. I smiled back, enjoying the sight of her smile, her body, and the light in her eyes that she didn’t used to have. As always, my focus cascaded down her body, eyeing her sexy legs and that garter tattoo circling her thigh.
“But nah, I wanted to talk to you about some shit.” I sat next to her. I’d never had a conversation like this in my muthafuckin’ life, and I was unsure as hell how to even get my point across. “Well, I told yo’ ass that I love you and since you’re the first woman that’s not related to me that I actually give a fuck about, I want you to meet my grandma.”
Draylah’s face was blank, but then a grin gradually spread across her face as she climbed into my lap excitedly.
“Calm yo’ ass down before I fuck you. You know everything you do gets a nigga’s dick hard. You can’t be straddling me and shit unless you want something in ya stomach.”
“Ricky.” She rolled her eyes. “But I would love to meet her. I know you care a lot about her, so I’m honored that I can spend time with her.”
Nodding, I replied, “Cool.” I paused then added, “I kind of wish we could meet one another’s mothers.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure they’re probably good friends up in heaven.” She half smiled.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a red velvet box, and then lifted the top so Draylah could see the diamond ring I’d gotten for her. The shit was expensive, but since it was the first time I’d done 90% of the shit I was doing with baby girl, I wanted it to be nice.
“You want me to marry you?” Draylah’s eyes were wide as saucers, making me frown.
“What? Fuck nah. This is like a pre-engagement ring if you will,” I explained, causing her to chuckle.
“What the hell is that? It sounds like a promise ring.”
“Nah, a promise ring is what broke ass niggas buy. This shit is 8-carats, baby. This ain’t no promise ring. This is a fuck another nigga and I’ll body yo’ ass ring.”
“You got me a ring to say I better not fuck another man?” When I nodded, she laughed. My face was straight as a pin needle though.
“This is basically solidifying what we’re building right here, and like a semi guarantee that I’m gon’ be with you forever. But it’s also giving me the right to choke yo’ little ass up a wall if you give my pussy away.”
Chuckling, she said, “You’re out of your mind, and I don’t know why I love you, but I do. So I accept.”
“I know you accept. You thought you had a choice?” I half joked, as I slid the ring down her delicate finger. “And any nigga that don’t mind seeing my name on you is a bitch anyway.”
Draylah cheesed as she eyed the ring, and then pushed her body into mine some more as she held the sides of my face to kiss me.
“You better not give my dick away,” she spoke against my lips.
“I ain’t got the fucking time to since yo’ greedy, thirsty ass is always trying to fuck.”
“Shut up!” she shrieked with laughter, making me smile at the view as I held her body in my lap.
A nigga was really in love out in these streets.
Chapter Two: Draylah
Two days later…
Today had been beyond amazing, and I couldn’t stop smiling. It was around 3 p.m. in the afternoon, and Ricky had taken me shopping at Lincoln Road Mall, which was like an outdoor shopping area. The city of Miami was so beautiful, and shopping while having such a beautiful view just had my mood all the way up.
I used to hate when Ricky bought me things, because I didn’t want him to get the impression that I was after something, but he shut that shit down and told me to get used to it. He said if I tried to turn down anything else, we were gon’ be beefing, and Lord knows I was way too addicted to everything about this man to beef with him.
I’d never ever fallen in love so quickly, but with Ricky, it didn’t feel rushed or like I was making a mistake. I admit at the beginning I thought this nigga had put a spell on me or something, but I quickly realized he was just a naturally charming man. He had a gift that gave him the luxury of getting any woman he wanted in his bed. However, all that shit was over with because he was mine now, and I’d murder him and any hoe that tried to drive a wedge between that. I was especially feeling territorial now that he’d gotten my name tattooed on his chest sitting inside of a red rose.
At the moment, we were having an early dinner at this nice placed named Area 31. I loved that Ricky would go eat at the places in the hood of South Central back home, but then go to upscale places like this. There was nothing like a man who could be a gangsta and a gentleman; you definitely needed both.
“You’ve been looking pretty as fuck all day,” Ricky commented as he opened the bill to look over the charges. We’d eaten well, and drank some expensive wine too.
“Is that why you just had to fuck me in the dressing room earlier?”
“Of course,” he replied honestly after closing his card up in the bill book. “But like I told you before, I’m really fucking attracted to you. You’re beautiful as hell; any muthafucka with sight can see that shit, but I know your personality too, and that makes you even sexier to me.”
I smirked before taking a sip of my wine to hide the fact that I was blushing like crazy.
“Well, you’re okay looking too, baby, and I guess your personality is aight.”
“Aight, huh? Nah, I think I satisfy you mentally, and for damn sure physically.” He licked his perfect lips before stroking his facial hair.
This man was beautiful, and he was right, he satisfied me completely, which was something I wasn’t used to. Yeah, Lue could make me cum occasionally, but Ricky got me horny as hell just f
rom the words he spoke, and they didn’t have to be sexual ones. I was way hornier with him than with Lue.
“Yeah, you do, I’m not gonna lie,” I finally admitted.
“Did your aunt mention to you that she and I are business partners? I didn’t know since I hadn’t met her through you, but apparently, we work together.”
“What?” I cocked my head. “What business? Zebra?”
“Yeah.” He sipped his water.
“Oh wow, no, she didn’t mention it. She, umm … maybe she did and I forgot,” I lied. I was perplexed by the fact that my aunt acted as if she didn’t even know Ricky. No wonder she was always busy when I wanted to bring him to meet her.
“I doubt you’d forget, but aight. I’m gon’ be honest too, I don’t really like her ass.”
“Why not? She’s so laid back and cool.”
“I just don’t.”
I didn’t really have anything to say in response so I nodded.
The waiter finally brought the bill book back for Ricky to sign the receipt, and the waiter, of course, had to get his autograph. Ricky gave him a three-hundred-dollar tip, and then we left out.
By this time, the sun was setting and the streetlights were coming on, making the scenery so beautiful. The palm trees were lightly blowing in the soft wind, so of course I had to put it on SnapChat, which Ricky’s hating ass commented on. He swore I put everything on there, but I begged to differ.
Ricky had rented a Bentley GTC Convertible, so that’s what we were riding in right now with the top down. My hair blew a little, and when I looked over at Ricky while at a red light, he just shook his head like he always did.
Him complimenting me never got old. With other guys, I hated when they told me how good I looked all the time, but with Ricky, I could tell it was genuine. He just wasn’t the type of man to praise a woman if he didn’t really feel she deserved it. Not to mention, he got bored with women easily, but had yet to with me. Plus, what woman didn’t want her man to find her sexy?
“What’s on the radio?” I inquired as I fumbled with it.
“I don’t know, but don’t be turning on no fucking Beyoncé. Ain’t nobody trying to hear all that man bashing shit.”
Laughing, I decided to fuck with him and pull out the Lemonade CD that I’d bought earlier when he wasn’t looking, just because he complained about me listening to her. I slipped it into the player, and then skipped to “Sorry” which was my favorite, and let it play. When the words finally came on, I watched from my peripheral as Ricky’s brows furrowed at the sound.
“Turn this shit off, Dray.”
“No, baby, this is my song.” I danced a little in my seat, singing some of the words in an animated fashion.
“Draylah.”
I was chuckling so hard I could barely sing along, as he made a left turn. Because I was a bitch, I turned it up loudly, and some girls we were rolling by started shouting and singing along as well.
“Ricky!” I screeched, when he ejected the CD and tossed it out onto the road.
I looked behind us, watching the CD bounce and chip, before getting ran over. I wanted to be mad since I only had the album on my iPhone and wanted a hard copy, but I was too baffled by his actions.
“Told you not to turn that shit on.”
I pouted in my seat as we sat at the red light, and I could feel him glancing over at me every now and again.
“I hate you,” I commented.
He gripped my jaw and leaned across the seat to kiss me with the perfect amount of pressure. Just that quickly, my clit was throbbing and I didn’t give a fuck about that CD or Beyoncé. Shit, she had a man.
“You hate me?” he quizzed lowly, ignoring the fact that the light was green as he kissed me.
“No,” I moaned damn near.
“You better not.” He pecked me again as the people behind us honked their horns. He didn’t care though, and neither did I as we kissed nastily.
“Ricky AK!” some people along the sidewalk shouted out. Ricky put up the peace sign making them damn near have a heart attack while screaming and taking pictures, before he pulled off.
“I Get Around” by Tupac came on from Ricky’s phone since he now had it hooked up and wouldn’t let me touch the radio. I told him I had no more CD’s, but he didn’t care.
“I love Tupac,” I commented.
“You a fake Tupac fan or a real one?” He glanced my way with a sexy smirk as he whipped the Bentley like it was nothing. His iced-out watch lit up the streets of Miami seemingly, and so did mine now.
“A real one, nigga,” I snapped.
“What’s yo’ favorite song then? And if you say this one or ‘California Love,’ or any mainstream hits, I’m putting you out.”
“Whatz Ya Phone #,” I replied. He nodded with a smile before turning it on, and I rolled my eyes because I knew it was a test. “Why do you wanna fuck me? Just ‘cause I’m paid in the worst way, true. Looking kinda good in ya birthday suit.” I winked playfully, rapping along with Tupac.
“I wonder if ya wild or act shy, do you like to be on top or the backside. Watch me while you lick yo’ lips, shake yo’ hips, got damn, I love that shit.” Ricky rapped along in reply to me, eyes low and taking me in lustfully as he said it. Of course it made me smile, even though he was just singing along to a song.
We finished the song together, and went on to listen to more jams that we both loved. The rest of the ride back to the hotel was a nice relaxing one. I was now in love with drop top cars, especially while in Miami. It was so dope rolling around with my man in the night air, and in this nice ass car. The shit even had massaging seats, which was unnecessary as hell, but I took advantage.
As we walked through the lobby of the hotel, people were snapping pictures, but Ricky and I were too horny to care as we kissed all the way to the elevator. Even while on the elevator, we had our tongues down one another’s throat. Ricky then hit the stop button, turned me around so that I was facing the wall, and then reached under my skirt to rip my thong off like it was nothing.
“Baby, the cameras,” I whined, but turned on like crazy by his roughness.
“They can’t see shit anyway, we ain’t naked. Turn yo’ ass back around,” he ordered, and I got back to facing the wall.
He planted kisses down my back and on my shoulder as he released himself, then he pushed his long thick dick inside of me, making me cry out. He turned my face to the side so we could kiss as he pounded me hard from the back, making me cum in no time. We fucked in that elevator until I came so many times that my body went limp, and until he released so violently he almost fell on me.
There was never really a dull moment with this man. In one day, we’d fucked in public twice.
***
Later that night … Around 3 a.m. …
I tell all my hoes, rake it up. Break it down. Bag it up. Fuck it up, fuck it up…
“Rake It Up” by Yo Gotti had everybody inside of Story turned up, including my drunk ass. Ricky had an appearance here, and he even did a little performance of a couple of his songs for the club as it played.
As I danced in Ricky’s lap like a well-paid stripper, he reached between my legs to touch my pussy and whispered to me, “I want this, right now.”
Chills traveled down my spine at just the thought, prompting me to get up, and so did he. We said bye to his friends, David and Kenneth, then to his deejay, Wonder, his bougie wife, Carla, and then Virginia.
These high ass heels I had on were killing my feet from being in them all night, but I looked too good to take them off.
“My feet,” I complained as Ricky and I held hands, while Clay escorted us out so the crazed fans wouldn’t touch Ricky.
“Take them muthafuckas off,” Ricky frowned.
“I can’t, baby. Real women don’t do that, we work it out.”
“Want me to carry you?”
Thinking he was joking, I nodded with a smile. But he wasn’t playing at all, so he scooped me up bridal style and carried
me the rest of the way. Camera flashes seemed to be everywhere, as I held onto his neck and inhaled his scent. Him carrying me was so sweet, and reminded me how chivalrous my thug could be. I kissed the corner of his mouth at the thought.
We made it back to our hotel safely, and after some drunk, sweaty, super nasty, and disrespectful sex, we took a shower and drifted off to sleep …
***
I woke up in the middle of the night because I could barely sleep thinking about me possibly being pregnant. So I got up and retrieved the test I’d purchased, along with my iPhone.
I saw I had a missed call and voicemail from my aunt Charlie, so I took my phone with me to the bathroom. After peeing on the test and washing my hands, I went into my voicemails, and when I tapped my aunt’s, my screen froze so I hit it twice. That caused me to delete it, so I went to the deleted messages area. I saw her voicemail in there, and then one from Ricky, which was odd because he never left voicemails. After listening to my aunt’s, which was just her checking on me, I went to Ricky’s even though it was old.
My brows dipped out of confusion as I listened to Ricky speak horribly to some woman. When she mentioned her unborn child that was his, my heart dropped. Tears spilled over my bottom lids as I listened to the man I loved come off like a monster. Not to mention he’d obviously cheated if this woman was early enough in her pregnancy to be able to take the abortion pills mentioned. But I think the worst part of this all was that I recognized the voice, and it belonged to none other than Justice. I’d heard her high-pitched voice once, when Glory called her to switch shifts and had her on speakerphone.
Gently placing my phone on the sink, I caught a glimpse of the test that I’d forgotten about, only to see that it was positive.
For a moment, I stared in the mirror at my reflection, so disappointed in myself. Every time I thought I was making a good decision, I got slapped in the face. But I’d been hurt so many times that right now I was numb. I was used to being done wrong, and even though for a moment Ricky had pulled me from that state of mind, I could only shrug.
Leaving the bathroom, I came out into the room and began putting my stuff back into my suitcase. Crying and yelling would do nothing to ease the pain, and after enduring bullshit since the age of sixteen, I just didn’t have the energy. However, because I loved Ricky so much, the tears fell freely from my eyes uncontrollably as a sharp pain shot through my chest.
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