I parked outside of the doctor’s office and then climbed out, hitting my alarm. I saw a few bitches sitting off to the side, who wasted no time rolling up on me. I quickly took a few photos since they weren’t thirsty as fuck, and then signed some autographs before heading inside.
As soon as I stepped foot into the cold ass office, the receptionist and all the muthafuckas in there had their eyes on me. I didn’t know if it was my stature or what, but they’d better gain some manners in this bitch real fucking quickly.
“What, y’all ain’t never seen a fucking Black person before? Turn y’all muthafuckin’ eyes off me before I turn up,” I hissed as I strolled through, while scanning every nosey fuck in here. Like I’d advised, they quickly resumed their prior activities as I made my way to the female at the desk.
“Good morning, sir, how may I help you?” she asked, fake smiling and shit, so I gave her ass a fake one back.
“Look, my girl got an appointment here in about thirty minutes, and I’m ready to go back there and wait.”
Looking at me confused for a minute, she asked, “You’re ready to go back there and wait?”
“Yeah, you deaf? Take me to the damn room she’s gon’ be in. I like to be early so don’t make me late, aight?”
Clearing her throat, she turned her seat to face the computer and quizzed, “What is your girlfriend’s name?”
“Draylah Omari.”
“Draylah … Omari,” she whispered as she typed.
“I’m sure you know her. Cute little golden bitch with an attitude and good pussy.” I leaned down on the counter and said to myself, “Give me this shit, man.”
“Umm, sir, you cannot—”
“Who the fuck gon’ stop me? You?” Bitch was taking too damn long, so I snatched up the keyboard from behind the desk and typed Draylah’s name until it came up. “Room 2A. Cool. Buzz me in or whatever the fuck you gotta do.” I tossed the keyboard back into its spot. The receptionist was sitting there stunned and frozen for a moment.
“Sir, I don’t even know your name, or your reason for wanting to be in the appointment with Ms. Omari.”
“My name is Ricky, and that’s my baby in her. I busted, it hit her egg, and now she got my kid in her belly. Is that enough relation for yo’ ass? Open the fucking door.”
“I’d have to call—”
“No. The only person you gon’ be calling is that emergency center across the way if you don’t do what the fuck I said,” I gritted lowly as I stayed leaning on the counter. I gave her my full and undivided attention as I stared deeply into her eyes so she’d know that even calling the police would do nothing to deter me. “And don’t mention that I’m here when you see her, aight?”
I didn’t want Draylah hightailing it out of this office, and I knew she might if she found out I was in the back waiting for her.
The receptionist nodded and then hit a red button, causing the door to buzz, so I entered the back area. I swiftly walked down the hall until I made it to room 2A. I looked around for a bit, and then I took a seat to reply to a few emails. By the time I was done, I heard Draylah’s sexy laugh and another nurse’s voice coming near, just before they entered.
“Just wait— oh, sir, I’m sorry. I guess this is the wrong room,” the nurse said, flipping through her folder as Draylah stared at me like I was a damn ghost.
“Nah, I’m the daddy, this is the right room. Come on in, baby.” I sat back in the chair and smirked at Draylah, as the nurse looked from me to her.
“Is this fine, Ms. Omari—”
“Yeah, it’s fucking fine,” I barked, and Draylah turned to her and nodded, so the nurse left out.
“What the hell is wrong with you!” Draylah seethed, dropping the Gucci bag I bought her down in the seat next to me.
Pulling her into my lap, I replied, “I miss you.” I kissed her neck.
“Stop and let me up, Ricky. I have to get undressed, and you need to step out while I do so.”
“I ain’t stepping out no fucking where. You act like I ain’t seen all this shit before.”
She folded her arms and looked off frowning, so I kissed the side of her face a few times before letting her up. She smelled so fucking good; that same watermelon shit she always wore.
“Don’t look,” she said as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it. I swear she was undressing in a particular way on purpose. Then again, Draylah didn’t need to do much to have me ready to fuck.
“Let me see.”
“Ricky!” she shouted when I snatched the gown she was trying to cover up with. For a brief moment, she stood there naked, and my eyes ran amuck all over her frame. “Can I have that back?” She moved towards me and put her small hand out.
“I need a kiss first.”
“No! We are broken up, Ricky! What don’t you get? We cannot kiss, we cannot hang out, we cannot have sex, we cannot do anything together unless it involves the baby.”
“I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit you talking right now. You trying to split up over some hoe ass female that I fucked once, and before I was with you like that! I told yo’ ass that I love you, Draylah. You the only woman I’ve ever loved, and if you think I’m about to let yo’ ass go, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“Whatever. You just need to stop blowing me up, acting like a simp.” She put the gown on and turned her back to me, as I stood up and hugged her from behind.
“Quit acting like you don’t love when I talk that soft shit to you.” I pressed my hardening dick against her ass and kissed on her neck. “But call me a simp again, and I’m gon’ fuck yo’ little ass up.” I reached under the gown and put my hand between her legs. I hadn’t felt my pussy in forever and I was feenin’ like a muthafucka.
“Stop … Ricky,” she moaned softly when I began to strum her clit while sucking on her neck.
“This shit right here is mine, you remember that.”
“Good mor— oh—”
“Aye, give us like five minutes, my nigga—”
“No, Dr. Roth, come in.” Draylah moved me off of her, before climbing onto the examination bed.
“Okay, uh … so how are you this evening, Miss Omari?” The doctor smiled as he closed the door and placed the file down.
“I’m great, thank you.”
“Good, and I’m guessing you’re the father, Mr. …?”
“Yeah, I am, and it’s Ricky Montana.” I washed my hands in the sink and then dried them.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Montana.” The doctor shook my hand, then began asking Draylah a bunch of shit.
I watched him wash his hands too, and then put on some gloves before placing Draylah’s feet on some shit to keep her legs apart. That bullshit already had me hot, but when he started preparing some shit that looked like a dick, I had to step the fuck in.
“Wait, wait, wait, my nigga, what is this shit here?”
“Ricky.” Draylah sighed and covered her face.
“Oh, it’s so we can do a vaginal ultrasound. I have to put this inside of Ms. Omari in order to check on the fetus and pull it up onto the screen.”
“Nah, get a female nurse in here.”
“Uh, excuse me?” He glanced at Draylah then back to me. “How do you mean?”
“I mean, let a female stick that shit in her. You think I’m about to let yo’ ass fuck my bitch with a dildo right in front of me?”
“Ricky! It is not a dildo!”
“Mr. Montana.” The doctor chuckled so I fake chuckled back at his bitch ass.
“You telling me it’s illegal for a nurse to take over and you direct her? I hope that ain’t what the fuck you telling me.”
“Well, no, I guess it’s not, if it’s okay with Miss Omari.” The doctor stood up from his spot and peeked out the room. “Jenny, come in here, please!” he called, and a young white woman with dark hair slipped in.
“Baby, don’t worry, I got yo’ back,” I said. “Ain’t nobody about to fuck my girl but me.”
The d
octor snickered lowly, as the nurse washed her hands and got in position.
“Shut up, Frederick,” Draylah replied dryly.
The doctor directed the nurse like I’d asked him to, but I allowed him to touch on Draylah’s stomach. The shit was actually cool to see on the little ass screen. I couldn’t believe a fucking person was inside of Draylah; a person that was half of her and half of me. Shit had me sounding like a straight fucking cornball ass nigga right now.
Once it was all over, we got some pictures to take and shit, then we were free to go. Leaving the doctor’s office, I had to force Draylah to hold my hand, and the whole time, her ignorant ass had a balled-up fist.
“You hungry?” I asked.
“No, I wanna go home.”
“Nah, we about to go on a lunch date. Get in the car.” I opened the passenger door to my whip.
“I drove myself, and I am not about to go on a date with you, so you can forget it, nigga.”
I grinned at her sexy ass and that attitude, before dropping it and saying, “Get in the car, Dray.”
“No, I’m going home.” She got into her car, so I got into mine and followed her ass all the way home. When we got there, she tried to hurry inside so she could lock me out, but I was faster than her, so I was able to damn near knock her ass to the floor so I could get in. “Leave, fool!” she shouted through laughter, and I could tell she didn’t want to laugh but couldn’t help it.
“I told yo’ muthafuckin’ ass we was on a date. I ain’t going no damn where. Now sit down while I make the three of us something to eat.”
“The three of us?” Her voice was much softer than before, lacking the attitude she once carried in it.
“Us and the baby.” When I saw tears well up in her eyes, I walked up on her and pinned her against the wall. “What you crying for?”
“Don’t talk like that,” she whimpered as I kissed her cheeks. Her fucking skin was so damn soft. I was yearning for my girl, and hating that she wasn’t fucking with a nigga. I kissed her lips right before she whispered, “When you talk like that, it makes me love you more.”
I kissed her again, more sensual this time because I hadn’t kissed her ass in what seemed like forever.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t wanna be with you anymore, and it’s harder to do that when you act this way.”
She was breaking my muthafuckin’ ass down. It’d been almost a damn month and she hadn’t budged on this shit. I was losing my fucking mind, trying to convince her ass that the shit with Justice was nothing for us to be fucking breaking up over.
“Dray, how many times does a nigga have to apologize? Since you and I have been tight, close, in love and shit, I have only been with you, I swear to God. That shit with that bitch was a fucking mistake, and before shit with us became that damn serious!” Exhaling, I added, “I can get her ass over here and she can tell you the dates and any fucking thing else.”
“You need to let me be, and if I want you, I will make that clear. But right now, I don’t. Every time I see you, I don’t know whether to kiss you or shoot you.”
“Baby.” I ain’t have shit else to say as I looked down into her eyes. I had never in life dealt with a woman like Draylah, and the shit was irking my fucking nerves. She had me begging like a bitch damn near, just to shut me down. “Can I still make you some food then?” I backed up off of her, tone dry as hell.
She nodded ‘yes.’
She had my ass so fucked up that even though she straight up told me she wasn’t fucking with a nigga, I didn’t wanna leave just yet.
I made her something to eat, but I just watched her since my appetite was nonexistent. Her homegirl Kattlyn had no problem scarfing down what I didn’t eat though, with her greedy ass.
I watched TV in Draylah’s living room while she took a shower, and when she got out, I followed her to the bedroom where she changed and climbed into the bed.
Once she was under the covers and lying on her side, I squatted down next to the bed to look into her pretty ass face.
“I love yo’ ass more than you fucking know, Draylah. And if you think I’m gon’ give up, I’m not. Ever.”
She half smiled before I pecked her lightly, and then I left her house. When I got to my crib, I saw my brother Bryen sitting in my driveway, looking like he wanted to get his ass beat. I hadn’t talked to him since he gave up the names of them niggas I had murked.
“Get the fuck off my property ‘fore I fuck you up,” was all I said as I walked towards my door.
“Ricky, man, I was wondering if I could hold some cash.” He spoke to my back since I’d already passed him.
Pausing for a minute, I turned to face him and said, “Only muthafuckin’ thing you can hold is one of these bullets, my nigga. Now I’m giving you ten seconds to take yo’ bum, broke ass on, bruh. I don’t fuck with you, never have. If I catch yo’ ass crawling around my shit again, begging for crumbs, I’m gon’ body ya bitch ass and send you floating up a muthafuckin’ river.”
“Ricky—”
“Fuck did I just say, nigga? Huh?” I gripped his neck tightly and squeezed hard as fuck. I laughed for a minute, enjoying the fear in his eyes as he teared up from not being able to breathe. “You think I’m playing with you, nigga? I just possibly lost the love of my life, so right now a nigga ain’t got shit to lose. I’ll murder yo’ bitch ass right here and leave ya cold body in my driveway like road kill, bitch. Keep fucking with me, Bryen. I been wanting to get rid of yo’ ass since day one, don’t give me that satisfaction.”
I finally dropped him and he fell to the floor, inhaling air like an asthmatic. I kicked the shit out of his back, so he scrambled to his feet and limped off as fast as he could.
Hoe ass nigga.
Chapter Four: Bia George
The next night …
Soft Jazz music played over Bordeaux as I eyed my sections, making sure every one of my patrons was doing okay. I was so over this shit, but luckily, school had started, and soon I’d be able to get my life plan in motion. I couldn’t wait until the day where I could get rid of this job and Switch’s ass. He was taking this relationship shit way too seriously, and because he laced my pockets, I had to deal with it.
I went to check on one of my tables, and since they were done, I went to fetch the bill. As I dropped that off, I saw someone else had been seated at another one of my tables, and it was in VIP. I loved when I got a VIP table because that usually meant a nice ass tip for me. Yeah, the men were always worse because they had this entitled attitude, but at the end of the day, it was worth it, … to me at least.
Making my way over after Dennis gave me a look with his overbearing ass, my fake persona that I put on was about to get harder to perform as I realized Cody was my customer. He was Switch’s son and acted like he was the shit, when really, he wasn’t about anything. The nigga always had his hand out, but loved to pretend like he was getting it on his own. I mean really, what grown ass man begs their father for some money just to flash it on Instagram like he was really doing it? And to make matters worse, I think he was an aspiring rapper.
“Good evening, Cody, welcome to Bordeaux. Is this your first time here?” I was sure it was, considering I’d never seen him, but that question was a part of the welcome speech.
“What’s up, beautiful? And nah, I’ve never been here before, but from the looks of things, I will definitely be back.”
“Great, have you had a chance to look over the menu? I can put in your drink order now.”
“Yeah, let me get a vodka tonic, beautiful.”
For some reason, his pet names were getting on my nerves, and I guess it was because I couldn’t stand his ass. I’d had the sleaziest of niggas call me beautiful, and it didn’t make my skin crawl as much as it did hearing it from jackleg ass Cody.
“Coming right up. Did you need time to look over the food, or are you all set to order?” I inquired. When I saw his eyes were captivated by my body, I waved my hand to get
his attention.
“Oh, umm, no, I need a moment.” He grinned, licking his lips.
Cody was a really nice-looking guy. He stayed with fresh cornrows, was always fitted, and had the smoothest shade of chocolate skin. However, Cody was that nigga who although was cute, his personality made him so unbelievably unattractive.
One thing I couldn’t stand, was a man who had to front like he was one person when he was everything but. That was something I liked about Qamar; he didn’t give a fuck. Actually, being around the Head Honcho niggas period gave me that feeling; nothing like being in a room full of real niggas.
I walked off to go give Cody’s order to Benny, and while I waited, I saw someone who looked like Qamar come into the tavern. He was dressed down though, not really looking like himself, which I found odd.
“There you go, Miss Bia.” Benny placed the drink up on the bar. With my eyes still on Qamar, who was conversing with the hostess, I took the drink over to Cody.
“Hey, so what’s good to eat here, Bia?” Cody asked, pulling my attention from Qamar. “Oh, the wings, the buffalo chicken mozzarella sticks are really good, and the zucchini fries.”
“Cool, uh, I’ll take all three.”
“Got it.” I quickly snatched up Cody’s menu and then went to put his order in, glancing Qamar’s way every now and again. When I was done, I headed his way. “Hey, what are you doing here?” I smiled.
“Just came for a drink.” His voice was very somber and he wasn’t his usual upbeat self.
“Oh, alright. I can get you seated in my section.”
He didn’t reply to me, so I just told Amy to put him in my area while I checked on my other people. When I was finished with that, I went to the table Qamar was seated at, because he had me worried. I remembered he said he had his moments where he became really depressed, and I think for the first time, I was witnessing it.
“Are you doing okay?” I sat down across from him.
Letting his tongue glide across his sexy lips, he turned to me and said, “Why does it matter? I don’t even know why the fuck I came here. I need to take my ass home.”
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