Qamar followed me to my room and when inside, I checked my iPhone.
Ricky: Aight.
Before I could even place my phone down, Qamar was hugging me from the back, kissing on my neck, and rubbing his hands up under my nightshirt.
“Qamar, no, stop it.”
“Come on, Bia. We ain’t fucked in a long while.”
“Qamar, move!” I nudged him, but he was overpowering me. “Qamar, no! I don’t know who you’ve been fucking this whole time!” I screamed when he forced me to the bed and pinned me down. “Stop!” I felt the tears welling up, but it was like he didn’t hear me.
“I honestly lost count on the bitches, but I’m clean.” He laughed evilly as he yanked my panties off, and wedged himself between my legs. “Bia, relax!”
WHAM!
He slapped me, hard, and I was dumbfounded. No man had ever done such a thing to me.
“Qamar, please don’t!” I cried, neck and face in pain from that smack.
“Fuck.” He suddenly stopped, eyes wide as hell. “Mmmm!” he growled, gripping his shoulder and then abruptly gripping his chest.
“Qamar?” I sat up when he slid over to the side of me. “Qamar!”
By this time, he wasn’t saying anything, he was just holding his chest. So I grabbed my phone to dial 911. By the time they got there, I didn’t know if he was dead or what, as I watched them place him on the stretcher.
Taya and my mom were awake by now, wearing baffled expressions. They didn’t know what the hell was going on, and neither did I. I wanted to leave Qamar by himself, especially since he just tried to fucking rape me and had hit me, but I had to know what happened.
I was allowed to ride in the ambulance, and I just watched as the EMT’s worked on Qamar, making sure he was breathing and still living. When I saw him blink, I slapped his ass in the face, prompting the EMT’s to look my way in shock. I didn’t care; he deserved that.
About an hour later …
“District Attorney Martin Van Beek was murdered earlier this week during …”
“Boring,” some woman changed the TV channel, smacking hard on her food and annoying me.
I’d told Ricky about Qamar, and he said he’d call his mother too. I waited for a little bit longer, and finally a doctor came to tell me I could go back and see Qamar. I really didn’t want to, but I did.
“Do you mind telling me what happened?” I asked the doctor when we both entered Qamar’s room.
“I will explain to Mr. Hampton what happened to him once he awakens—”
“I’m up,” Qamar responded groggily as I sat down. “What the fuck happened?” he frowned.
“Mr. Hampton, you had a heart attack, and—”
“A heart attack! How the fuck I have a heart attack? I’m young as fuck! Check yo’ damn chart again! Fucking quack!”
“Qamar, shut the hell up!” I yelled, tired of his ass. He was so incredibly stupid and immature sometimes.
Qamar just looked at me and then relaxed.
“Mr. Hampton, the heart attack was brought on by an excessive amount of cocaine found in your system. Did you purposely put those drugs into your body or—”
“Maybe.” Qamar folded his arms and stared straight ahead.
“Okay, well, I would suggest you not do that anymore if you did. The next time you ingest that much, you’re going to be dead. Also, I noticed you were diagnosed with bipolar II disorder some years back, so we went ahead and gave you some medicine since none appeared to be in your system.” The doctor looked over his chart.
Qamar’s eyes immediately landed on me in embarrassment.
“I don’t have no fucking disorders, so whatever the fuck you gave me, lookout for a fucking lawsuit.”
“Mr. Hampton, if you continue to engage in digesting illegal narcotics and neglecting your medication, nothing good will come from that.”
“Man, get yo’ ass out of here before I fuck you up!”
“Nah, you shut yo’ ass up and listen before I fuck you up.” Ricky entered the room, making the doctor look even more scared.
Seeing Ricky here was like a godsend, because he was the only one who could control Qamar it seemed. Like a child, Qamar didn’t say anything, he just pouted.
Standing up, I put my purse over my shoulder just as a woman who looked no older than thirty-five walked in.
“Mama, I don’t wanna hear anything.” Qamar shook his head.
“I know because you’re stubborn, but I don’t care.” She turned to look at me and smiled. “What a pretty girl. Winona.” She stuck her hand out.
“Bia.” I shook hers. “Well, you guys have a good night.”
“Where the fuck you going?” Qamar inquired.
“Goodbye, Qamar,” was all I said as I left the room.
Cody was right; I only needed to make time for niggas who brought me some sort of peace, and lately, Qamar brought me nothing but fear and anxiety. Maybe if other shit in my life wasn’t so heavy, I could deal, but right now, it was all too much.
Chapter Six: Ricky AK
“Aight, L.A., I’m up out this bitch!” I yelled over the crowd.
I’d been asked to perform a few songs for this night festival, and the money and promotion were good, so I agreed. My album was out in just a few days, so my promotion game was heavy. I was every damn where, traveling, doing interviews, and appearances non-stop, and my pockets were reaping the fucking benefits.
I ran backstage as my fans in the crowd screamed and hollered so damn loudly that it was like a relief to get in the back to give my ears a break. I appreciated the love though.
Once backstage, I greeted a few of the festival’s staff and took some pictures. I even gave a small interview, even though I was sweating like fuck and ready to take my ass home.
“Great job, Ricky, and thank you so much for coming out.” The interviewer smiled seductively before we hugged from the side. When I started off, she grabbed my hand, so I looked back. Baby girl was cute as fuck, but I didn’t fuck with that grabbing shit. “I was thinking maybe we could party together later.”
“Yeah, I got some shit going on at one of my cribs. You can roll through, but aye, don’t ever touch me unless I say it’s cool, aight?” She nodded like an obedient puppy. “Get the information from my assistant right there.” I pointed to Dakota.
I talked with my manager Avalon for a little bit so that she could give me my schedule for tomorrow, and then I was finally free to do my own thing.
While in the dressing room, someone knocked on the door, so I yelled for them to come in with a frown. I just wanted five fucking minutes to get my shit together.
“Aye, Ricky, man, Malou is here.” Clay peeked his head in.
“For what?”
“Hell if I know. Can I let her back?”
“Uh …” I looked around, deciding. “Just tell her come to the door, and I’ll speak to her right quick.” I made my way to where Clay was as he nodded. “What’s up?” I peeked my head out as Malou appeared in some little ass shorts that could have been panties. Her pussy was fat though, so I liked what I saw.
“What you doing tonight?”
“I got some of the homies and a few females coming through for a little kickback. You can come if you want.”
“Oh damn, I was hoping we could maybe hang out alone; go get some dinner or something.” She flashed her pretty smile.
I laughed unintentionally.
“You sucked my dick the first day I met you, and you think I’m gon’ take yo’ muthafuckin’ ass to eat? Only reason I do shit like that is if I’m trying to fuck, and I’m sure I can fuck you without all the extras.”
“Okay, damn. I guess the party is cool. Can I get the address or should we ride together? My assistant brought me.”
“Nah, get the address from my assistant over there.” I closed the door in Malou’s face.
I honestly wasn’t even in the mood to party and shit, but I needed to keep my mind off of Draylah. I’d never fucking bee
n in love before, and this shit was weak as fuck when it wasn’t on good terms. She had me sounding soft and shit.
Once I had my shit together, I went to the home in Bel Air that I usually held my parties at. People had already started to show up, so I let my deejay Wonder and Clay know to make sure niggas didn’t act a fool in my basement where the stripper area was.
I took a shower, then brushed my teeth before slipping into something not too flashy. Like a bitch ass nigga, I called Draylah, but she didn’t answer me, so I just pocketed my shit and headed down to the basement where everybody was.
When I got down there, I saw a couple bitches dancing on the pole to “I Get The Bag” by Gucci Mane. Other females were drinking, and some were giving lap dances to the homies, Kenneth and Dimitri. I spotted Malou chilling off to the side like she was uncomfortable, and I kept it pushing right past her ass.
“Ricky!” she called after me, rushing over to where I was, and then sat down by me as I opened a bottle of Hennessy and took a sip.
“Move over a little bit, it’s hot,” I told her as I began to break down the weed. I for real just wanted to chill and should have opted out of this fucking party.
“You look sad,” Malou commented, rubbing my shoulder. She tilted her head down some to get a look at my chest since I had on a short-sleeved button up but left it open. “What can I do to make you feel better?”
I looked her way as I took a hit on the blunt, bobbing to Gucci’s song a little bit. It was dark in here, and my purple and blue mood lights were on, making this shit look like an official strip club.
“Go eat her out.” I pointed to the bitch from my interview, Stefani, who was clearly turned up.
“What?” Malou laughed.
“That’s what will make me feel better. I wanna see you eat her pussy.” I blew the smoke out, looking her dead in the eyes.
She bit down on her lip, then took down a glass of Hennessy, before getting up and waving Stefani over. I sat back, chilling, as my boys and some of the other bitches got wild together. Here I had two pretty hoes fucking on each other right in front of me, and all I could think about was being laid up with Draylah, rubbing her non-existent belly or eating her pussy.
“Fuck you doing?” I asked myself, taking another hit on the blunt, watching Malou go to town on Stefani’s box on the table in front of me.
“Ohh shit!” Kenneth and Wonder hollered when they peeped the show I had going on in front of me. It was a beautiful sight, but my dick was soft as a marshmallow.
However, after Stefani came, I started to get turned on a little bit. I kept watching, and once I felt my shit brick up, I rose to my feet and grabbed Malou up. I took her into the side room, which was for private dances, aka fucking. I sat down, got a condom from the condom vending machine right next to the velvet couch, and then nodded for her to come on.
Smiling hard as hell, she unbuckled my pants and removed my dick. I slipped the condom on, and she sucked me off a little bit before standing up to remove her panties. She straddled me, and my dick poked around at her opening. I could tell she was nice and tight, so my dick got harder.
Biting down on my lip as I stared her in the eyes, I pushed her down onto me, making her whimper. I helped her out a little bit, and once she got used to my size, she began to rock her hips on me as “Gucci On My” by Mike WiLL Made It played through the speakers in here and outside where everyone else was. She came, and shivered a little before picking back up her pace, seemingly to the beat of the music.
After a while of watching her ride me, or attempt to, I was over the shit, so I gripped her hips to stop her.
“What?” She frowned, still trying to bounce a little.
“Get off. You boring as fuck.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t wanna fuck you no more, so get off my dick before I knock yo’ ass off,” I warned.
Smacking her lips, she got up and snatched her underwear from the floor.
“So we—”
“Get out.” I removed the condom and trashed it since the can was nearby.
Malou stood there for a little bit and then left the room. I stayed in the room alone, and just leaned my head back with my eyes closed.
Fuck, I needed my baby back. I gave her ass enough muthafcukin’ time and I was tired; over that bullshit. So fuck whatever she thought; in a few days tops, she was coming home to daddy, period.
Chapter Six: Draylah
“I’m thinking about getting some nail technicians in here, but I would have to get the spas set up and everything,” I explained to Bia, Kattlyn, and Virginia.
Virginia had become cool with everyone else once I convinced them that she was alright. She seemed like she needed friends because whenever I talked to her, all she was ever doing was working or relaxing at home.
“Ooh, that’d be nice because you always have a lot of people here to get their brows done,” Bia nodded. They were all sipping the champagne that Ricky had delivered to my shop before it opened. I definitely wanted a glass, but this sparkling water would have to do for now.
The bell over my entrance rang, letting me know someone had walked in, so I quickly looked over.
“Oh, we’re close—” I stopped mid-sentence when I saw it was Rajiv, the basketball player from the club a while back. He’d been messaging me on Instagram and SnapChat, and I’d been ignoring him or sending back dry responses. “Hey, Rajiv. I didn’t expect you to come through here. You don’t want your brows done, do you?” I smirked as he came further in. He looked very handsome.
“No, I definitely don’t,” he smiled. “I just came to check on you. See if business was running smoothly.”
“That’s sweet of you, and yes, it’s going smoothly.” I nodded. “Oh, these are my friends, Kattlyn, Bia, and Virginia.” I pointed to each of them.
“Hi.” They all waved, giving Rajiv googly eyes. He was a very good-looking man, so I just chuckled at them.
“Nice to meet you ladies.” He half smiled at them and then turned his attention to me. “So, Draylah, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.” I led Rajiv back to my office, and once inside, I closed the door behind him. “How’s everything going?” I inquired.
“Everything is perfect, but I was just wondering if maybe you would finally give a nigga a chance to take you out.”
“I don’t know, Rajiv. I’m kind of in a situation right now.” I patted my stomach. It was still flat, so it wasn’t like he could tell from looking at me. I could have kept it to myself, but I saw he was persistent with his efforts.
“Oh shit, damn, I didn’t know. With Ricky?” he frowned. “But I haven’t seen y’all together in months.”
“Yeah, we ended things.”
“Alright then, so what do you say? I don’t mind paying for an extra person to eat.” He chuckled and touched my midsection. It was weird, especially since it wasn’t his baby in here, but he was fine, so I let it slide.
I looked up at him, and he put his hands together in prayer mode with a cute smile. I loved Ricky, and I definitely wasn’t sure if I was done with him, but for now I was. Yeah, he messed with Justice while we were still in that gray area, but the fact remains that he sexed the same bitch I left Lue for fucking. I would feel like a damn hypocrite for taking his ass back. Plus, what was one date? It’s not like I was about to be with Rajiv. Hell, I was pregnant by another man, and that was a bit too much for me.
“Fine, I guess so.” I nodded.
“Alright, good. Uh, shit, … I’m excited as hell and forgot what I was about to say.” We laughed in unison. He was definitely a far cry from Ricky AK, but maybe that was good. He seemed like the perfect middle ground; not crazy but not a punk. “Oh yeah, put your number in. I’m thinking maybe tomorrow night, unless you’re busy?”
“No, no, that’s fine. As long as food is involved, I’m good.” I typed my phone number in and handed him back his phone.
I walked Rajiv back out, and the whole time I cou
ld feel my friends’ eyes on me. I locked the door behind him, and then came back to sit next to them.
“So how do you know Ricky’s next victim?” Virginia inquired, making Kattlyn and Bia roar with laughter. “Because you know that date is barely gonna get off the ground before some shit pops off.”
“We met the night Angie and I went to Playhouse. And please, Ricky has learned that we ain’t gon’ be together.” I spoke proudly as if I knew what I was talking about.
“But didn’t he tell you y’all were getting back together this week, even if he had to kidnap you?” Bia frowned, trying not to laugh at me. Virginia and Kattlyn weren’t so nice though, so they began cackling like hyenas.
“Well the week has started and I’m still single.”
“And still sporting that big ass diamond he gave you.” Kattlyn nodded towards it.
“You damn right I am.”
The four of us chatted some more before we left to have dinner at Benihanas. I was surprised that I was treated like royalty, all because of the bit of fame I’d received from dating Ricky AK. I was very hungry too, so I didn’t complain at all.
I got home around 10 p.m., and though completely beat, I took a nice hot bubble bath. Once out, I spread on some body butter, tied my hair up, which was curly at the moment, and took myself to bed …
A couple hours into the night …
“Baby,” I heard someone whisper.
I thought I was tripping, but when I opened my eyes, I saw Ricky sucking hungrily on my inner thighs. I groaned out of frustration because I was way too tired to have to kick his crazy ass out.
“Ricky, when will you stop breaking into my place?” I whined as I covered my eyes, feeling his large tattoo covered hands tug down my underwear.
“I told you I need a fucking key.”
“No, move.” I mushed his head once he tossed my underwear to the side and attempted to start giving me head. “Ow!” I cried when he bit my hand.
“Move that shit then,” he barked lowly, before diving right in like it was part of his daily routine.
I hadn’t had any type of sexual attention in months, so feeling his mouth between my legs was overwhelming. It was so overwhelming that I came almost instantaneously. My body shivered right along with my legs, as Ricky sucked on my pussy passionately yet aggressively as hell. It was slow, but hungry, and I loved every minute of it. It was like he was communicating through this tongue-lashing, and I understood every word.
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