For the past few months, I’d been turned off by the party scene because I had the option of sliding up in Draylah’s pussy. But these days, she wasn’t fucking with a nigga, and that included sex. We’d been broken up for a cool minute now, and I hadn’t slid up in her pussy since Miami. That, along with the fact that I felt like she was really trying to stay broken up, bothered me. But we all know I wasn’t about to let that shit happen.
No matter what, Draylah was mine, and next week, we were getting back together. I contemplated kidnapping her earlier this week, but I had some shit to do the next day so that got postponed. But for now, making these club appearances did keep my mind off of the shit.
“You strapped?” the homie Kenneth asked me once I got to the day club in Hollywood.
“Of course.”
It was unfortunate, but I always stayed strapped when in my hometown because niggas out here were on some bullshit. Instead of congratulating me, they’d rather gain fame to say they’d shot or killed Ricky AK. But I would never go down without a fucking fight, so whomever even attempted to take me out would get murked themselves.
“We got Ricky AK in the buildiiinnnngggggg!” the deejay shouted as Clay escorted me, my deejay Wonder, Dimitri, and Kenneth through the party to my VIP. It was an outside event, with bitches dressed in skimpy ass bathing suits and hoe clothes. The shit was packed as hell, and I ain’t expect that shit because it was a daytime club event.
The club goers roared loudly as hell, letting out blood curdling screams as I made my way through. I could feel light tugs on my open baseball jersey from the fans, as I trucked it through to my section.
For about an hour and a half, I took pictures with a couple big names in media, a few fans that weren’t acting too crazy, and then I performed from my VIP, the song about Draylah. “Golden Pussy” was a major hit, and I thanked my baby girl for it.
“I love the song and the cover.” I heard a female voice on the side of me as I took a swig from the bottle of Hennessy. I looked to my left to see this actress named Malou. I couldn’t remember her last name, but she was fine as fuck.
She was a pretty chocolate girl, with a short haircut and a body that came straight from God. Her eyes were a green color, and piercing as hell.
“Oh, thank you,” I replied, getting back to minding my own business.
“Got damn. I’ve had a crush on yo’ fine ass since you used to be on that one show some years back.” Kenneth’s ass rolled up on her.
“Oh wow, nice.” She stepped into the VIP.
She had on some little ass dress that was tight as hell, making my dick wake up a little bit. Surprisingly, I hadn’t been fucking other bitches, but it was because I’d been working nonstop. Between doing all this traveling for promotional purposes, to making sure my recreation center was going smoothly, I’d been too busy to fuck. Plus, Draylah’s pussy was the only one I wanted.
“Oh damn, like that?” Kenneth threw out his arms when baby girl sat next to me. Dimitri, Wonder, and I just laughed.
“I knew I couldn’t miss this party when I saw you post the flyer on Instagram. You know you’re my fave, right?”
“Oh, is that right?” I replied dryly. Other shit was on my mind.
“Prblms” by 6Lack came on, and the crowd at the party went wild, even though the song was laid back. Malou got excited too, and decided to give me a sensual lap dance.
I leaned back some, watching the way her ass moved in my lap as I sipped on this Hennessy. She looked back at me with a seductive smirk, so I just gave her a half smile back. She definitely knew how to work her body, so I just enjoyed the show. She stuck by me for the rest of the damn party, trying to have conversation and shit, but I wasn’t into it. I just wanted to chill, drink, smoke, and bask in the ambience.
I was ready to go a few hours later, so I started out with my crew and Clay. Malou’s ass was right on my heels like she rolled up with us, but I was too crossfaded to even give a fuck at this point.
“So many tattoos.” She rubbed down my abs since I’d worn my baseball jersey open for the day.
I ignored her, trying to get to the black Escalade as the paparazzi and bloggers snapped constant pictures. Wonder, Kenneth, and Dimitri went to their own shit, and I got into the back seat of the Escalade. Malou’s ass followed me, and Clay gave me a questioning look, still holding the door. I nodded, giving him the okay to close it.
“So what’s up with you? You trying to give me some head or you just bullshitting?” I quizzed, lighting up another blunt.
She’d been quiet for a minute, so I knew she was surprised at how I came at her. But I wasn’t here to build shit, I wasn’t here to talk about her problems and family life or none of the shit niggas did to get at these females. She was acting like she was ready to give up the goods, and if she wasn’t about to come through, she could get the fuck out.
“I never bullshit,” she smiled.
“Take ya panties off, and play with ya pussy while you suck me off,” I ordered.
She gave me a look, so I gave her ass one back, wondering if I fucking stuttered. She started to remove her panties as I toked on the blunt, and once she had them off, she hiked her dress up a little.
“You ready?” She raised a brow as she stood on her knees then put her ass in the air so that her face was in my lap.
“Get to it.” I blew smoke out.
She unbuckled my jeans as I watched her closely, and then she took me into her mouth and started to toy with her clit. I watched her pretty ass suck me up as Clay started to drive off. I chuckled when he rolled up that partition.
Malou slurped and sucked me up, while playing with herself until we both busted.
“Mmm,” she moaned when she sat up, getting ready to straddle me, but I stopped her.
“I don’t wanna fuck right now. But I like that you’s a little nasty bitch. I ain’t expect you to be thirsty, but I can fuck with it until I can’t.” I ashed the blunt I was holding in the ashtray. I looked her way and she was sitting on her feet with her mouth ajar. “Pick up ya panties and get out.”
Clay already knew what was up that’s why he’d pulled over.
“Damn, I have to walk back?” she chuckled. “Can’t you drop me back at the party where my driver is.”
“Nah, it’s out the way.”
“Soooooo, are you gonna take my number down?”
I looked her up and down, and only because I knew she was a freak with some pretty fire head game, did I decide to take her number. I put it into my burner app and then shot her a text.
“Don’t text me about anything but some pussy, aight? We ain’t building, we ain’t gon’ be friends, none of that shit. I’m not gon’ be a shoulder to lean on, only a dick to suck on.”
She nodded, licked her lips and then got out.
“Bye, baby.”
Chapter Five: Draylah
The night …
Tonight, Angie and I were out at the club, because she swore I didn’t have time for her anymore. These days, I was extremely tired from working a lot and being pregnant, but because I didn’t want to hear her mouth, I came. The music was loud as hell, and people were everywhere going crazy. And seeing some of these girls with their men definitely made me miss my baby’s father, but I had to get over that. I just wished it was as easy as it was to get over Lue.
To be honest, I think the problem was that I felt like Ricky was the best a nigga could get. With Lue, it was like I knew men were out there that could treat me better, love me harder, and make me feel like those girls in the movies, so it was easier to move on. And I was right when I met Ricky AK. He may have been rude, brash, and too honest and crazy sometimes, but he loved me well. He knew what he was doing when it came to women, and being with him made me feel like I was living a romance film. I felt like any man I got with down the line would never be able to compare to Frederick Montana, and that thought in itself made dating sound like a miserable experience.
“Perk up, girl!” Angie stood up from the table
in our VIP and began to sway her hips to “Freak No More” by Migos. “Girl, you got my eyebrows looking good, so I’m feeling myself.” Angie stuck her tongue out and popped her ass.
“If I do any of that, I’m gonna throw up.” I laughed at her as she continued to move.
I placed my glass of juice down and got up to dance a little, but not too much in fear of vomiting. I didn’t look pregnant at all really, so I didn’t want to be throwing up, looking like one of those classless bitches, who didn’t know their alcohol limit.
I started to actually have some fun, and even danced when Ricky’s song came on. As he rapped his second verse, I grinned widely thinking about how sexy he looked in the video of this song. That shit only made me sadder, and even angrier with him. And as if God was trying to mess with me even more, my phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see it was Ricky calling. I hit ignore instead of letting it ring, so he texted me.
“Who is that?” Angie frowned, looking around the party as she bounced like a stripper did in between songs.
Daddy: I love you, Dray. You got me acting stupid as fuck.
I loved his little simp texts. It was so sexy to me to see such a gangsta ass nigga get soft for me only.
“Nobody.” I pocketed my phone just as a waitress walked into our section with two bottles of Ace. “Oh, we didn’t order that.”
“I know. The gentleman over there had me bring this over to you.” The young blonde girl with sparkly blue eyes pointed. She smelled like Love Spell from Victoria’s Secret, and hair spray.
“Who is that?” Angie asked, and I was thinking the same thing. I couldn’t quite tell who it was, but I knew he was tall and wearing a lot of jewelry; too much in fact.
“Rajiv Foster, the point guard for the Dallas Mavericks,” the girl happily replied, and then lifted her brows as if he was a catch.
“Let me Google this nigga.” Angie’s crazy ass pulled out her phone, making the hostess and I laugh. “Oh shit.” She showed me and I nodded.
He was handsome, and I did recognize him now that I was looking at his picture. He along with a few other celebrity men had been sliding into my DM’s constantly. It seemed that they all caught on to the fact that Ricky and I weren’t together anymore. I guess it was obvious because we’d been Siamese twins this whole time, and then poof, we were never out together anymore.
Rajiv, along with rappers, actors, singers, and all kinds of men had been messaging me. Some were saying how they could treat me better, while others were just trying to spark up conversation. I entertained none of them because I wasn’t in the mood as stated before, and secondly, I knew they wouldn’t be able to beat Ricky’s ass or kill him. And trust me, the only way any man would ever be able to be with me was if they murdered Ricky AK in cold blood. Not to mention, I didn’t know who was after me out of pure interest, and who was just trying to be the first man to nab Ricky AK’s ex girl for bragging rights.
“Tell him thank you,” I finally said, and the hostess nodded before leaving.
I sat back down since I felt dizzy, and chuckled at Angie who had been taking snaps and pictures of herself all night since I did her eyebrows this evening. She definitely thought she was popping. She was showing off the Ace we’d just gotten for free, so I just smiled in the background.
I swear I’d only looked down at my phone for a second before I looked back up, and Rajiv was entering my section. I rose to my feet with a smile, because I planned to verbally thank him myself.
“Thank you for the champagne,” I said.
“Why you ain’t drinking it?” he smirked.
Rajiv had soft, black, curly hair, nice lips, trimmed facial hair, and smooth brown skin.
“Oh, I’m just not in the mood to drink tonight. I drove also, so my cousin here is doing all of the drinking.”
He didn’t need to know about the baby right now, … or ever; at least not until I was showing more.
“Cool. Is it aight if I chill here with you for the rest of the night? I came here just for you, Draylah.” He licked his lips.
“You did?”
“Yeah. When you put on SnapChat that you were here, me and my peoples came through.”
“Oh, well it’s cool then.”
Angie made a face at me, so I laughed.
Rajiv and I sat down, and he sparked up conversation immediately. The more I talked with him, the more I had faith that maybe there were men who weren’t scared of Ricky. However, being unafraid didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill their asses.
After a while, I started to get nauseous, so I said goodbye to Rajiv and quickly slipped out before he asked for my number. Maybe down the line, he and I could do a little something, but not right now.
***
The next afternoon…
I was about to open up in a little bit, as Kattlyn unloaded a few boxes in the back. I was going over the appointments I had today, and seeing when exactly I’d be able to go home. I wasn’t feeling well, so I wanted to leave right after my last session.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
I heard someone knocking on the glass of my shop, and when I looked up, I saw it was JJ, Jason the construction worker’s son. He looked so different in regular clothes, because usually I saw him in his work attire.
“Hey, JJ, how are you?” I asked, opening the door after unlocking it.
“I’m good, how are you?”
“I’m perfect.”
“Great, great. These are for you.” I didn’t notice the flowers in his hand until he reached them out to me.
“Oh, thank you! What’s the occasion?” I cocked my head.
“Uh, well, I’m not sure if you’re single or what, since it seemed like you had a couple situations going on when my dad and I were working on this place, but—”
“Just one situation.” I put up one finger. Nigga was acting like I was a hoe.
“Yeah, well maybe we can get dinner some time?”
I looked up at him for a moment, and since he was such a sap, I nodded my head to say ‘okay.’ I mean, what harm could eating with harmless JJ do?
“Just let me know what time and day, alright?” I handed him my business card and he nodded while cheesing.
“Great. I should be calling you sometime tonight.”
Damn.
“Okay.” I smiled, letting him out of my shop.
I took the flowers to the back, and after chatting with Kattlyn for no more than a minute, I went back to the front so I could continue what I was doing. When I got up there though, I saw JJ back at my door again, but his expression wasn’t as lighthearted as before.
“JJ, is there a problem?” I asked confused upon opening the door.
“Hey, yeah. I’m not gonna be able to take you out after all. So here you go.” He handed me back my card.
It wasn’t like I wanted to go, but since I was puzzled, I asked, “Did I say something wrong?”
“Uh, no, but could you give me my flowers back?”
The confusion in me heightened even more, so for a little bit, I just stared up at him. He pursed his lips as if he was waiting for me to do what he’d asked, so I went to the back to get the flowers.
“Here you go.” I reached them out to him. He basically snatched them, and then left out without so much as a goodbye.
“Oh and please don’t ever contact me in any way, I don’t care what it’s in regards to.” He double back to let me know, and then power walked off before I could respond.
Closing the door, I watched him for a little bit with my brows furrowed because I didn’t understand. That’s when a tall figure leaning on a Maserati in the distance wearing gray sweats, a wife beater, socks, and slides caught my eye. When Ricky saw that I’d noticed him, he waved with a devious grin before getting up off of his car.
“I hate you!” I yelled out of the door, but then quickly closed it back to lock it just in case.
“I love you, baby!” he shouted loudly before hopping into his car and speeding out.
I looked on until I couldn’t see his car anymore, and my phone chiming pulled me from my angry trance anyway.
Daddy: See how that pussy got a nigga acting? Better act like you know, Draylah.
“Bitch,” I mumbled.
Chapter Five: Kattlyn
“Okay, do you want a meal or just the sandwich by itself?” I asked Draylah. It was our lunchtime, so I was about to get us some food.
“The meal, please.” She rubbed her stomach. There wasn’t really a bulge there yet, but her stomach wasn’t as flat.
“Okay, be back in a little bit.”
I left the brow bar with my phone in hand, and when it buzzed, I smiled. I knew it was MG texting me, since we had now moved over to that. Before, we just talked all day on Instagram, but then realized that it was kind of weird.
MG: Whatever you wear tonight, make sure it shows ya legs.
Me: I might.
I pocketed my phone before hopping into the car I’d purchased. The money I’d stolen from Kraze came in handy, and I knew it was clean because it was all the cash he’d taken from us girls. I was definitely living life right now.
I made it to Chick-Fil-A, and after ordering the food, I stood off to the side.
“Kattlyn,” someone whispered my name. When I looked up from texting MG, I saw Marie, one of the girls who worked for Kraze with me.
“Yeah, what?” I glanced around the establishment. For some reason, I was scared as hell, thinking Kraze was alive again and here to snatch me up.
“Girl, did you hear?”
“Hear what? I told you guys I was getting out of there and never looking back. Why would I have heard anything?”
Calm down, Kattlyn.
“Kraze is dead. Someone broke in, killed Kraze, and robbed the damn safe.” Marie looked worried. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on.”
“Okay, well it looks like you guys should be free. And now I can stop looking over my shoulder, thinking Kraze is gonna come after me.”
“No, Kattlyn, Bull has taken over now, and he’s way worse than Kraze. He used to be our pimp, but he got married and wanted to keep the business from his wife, so he let Kraze take over.”
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