“Why do you have this?” I quizzed, once he was inside and cranking the car up. He whipped out of the parking structure quickly, pulling onto the street.
“This was my first car. I needed to get around and make moves, and since I didn’t want to ask my pops, I copped this. Cost me four thousand, and then I got it repainted, then added tint and rims when I got more money.”
“I can’t help but feel like I’m in the Boyz in the Hood movie,” I giggled.
“This is the real nigga whip, don’t sleep on it, baby.”
His hand reached over and rested on my exposed leg as we sat at the red light. I loved the little things like that. His hand began traveling up my thigh, and he started feeling around at my crotch before going back and resting on my inner thigh again.
“What was that for?”
“Making sure you got on panties.”
“Baby, you saw me put on my panties.”
“Never know with yo’ ass. Trying to be out here letting niggas see what’s mine. I don’t rock with that shit. I don’t mind you looking sexy, because I understand that’s part of being a woman. And shit, I enjoy having something to brag about, but I’ll be damned if niggas out here know what I got at home. Aight?” he glanced at me and then back at the road. I just nodded with a smile.
After I got my nipple covers from CVS, he took me to Starbucks so I could get an iced tea, and then started towards The Model house.
“I thought you said I could use your Impala?”
“Nah, because some hating ass niggas might think it’s me and I ain’t trying to get you caught up in no shit.”
“Got something to hide in your car?” I looked down at his hand on my thigh, trailing my finger over the word Piru on his hand.
He chuckled lightly and shook his head.
“I wouldn’t hide anything from you. You’re my girl which means you’re down for me and I can tell you everything, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Females these days wanna be your bitch, but soon as shit hits the fan they scurry off. They just want you for your name and bragging rights, but be pretending they love you and shit.”
“I’m not like that.”
“Trust me, I know, or I wouldn’t have made you my girl.” His thumb brushed across the top of my thigh as his large hand cupped the inner part. His touch had me slightly wet and he hadn’t done anything.
When he pulled up, I leaned over to kiss him a couple times, before getting out of the car. I would be seeing him tonight anyway since Cardio was throwing a party. He’d scored a meeting with a record label, Rita told me, so I guess that was reason to celebrate for him.
I rushed inside of the house and quickly grabbed a pair of keys. I checked the room for Cassie, and lo and behold, she wasn’t in there, like always. The only time she came here was in the middle of the day, but she would leave around 7pm. Sometimes she would never show up here if she had a job that day, and I knew Jude was getting fed up. I didn’t know what she had been up to, but I would be sure to ask her.
After getting the keys, I quickly left because I didn’t want the housemates asking me about Mischief and his brothers, and I didn’t want Jude to question my whereabouts.
I set Siri up, and after getting me lost, she finally led me to the LAX airport. When I drove up to Delta, I saw Erynne standing outside frowning already, so I honked the horn.
“Damn, I been out here for like an hour!” she threw her bag into the back seat and then climbed into the front.
“No you have not. You just texted me ten minutes ago and said you were coming outside.”
“Just making sure you’re on your toes,” she chuckled, admiring the car. “Is this Mr. Mischief’s car?”
“No, this is one of the house cars. He didn’t want me driving his because someone may think it was him, which could end badly.”
“Probably a couple bitches would have approached you.”
“I was thinking his gang banging enemies, but now that you mentioned it, it could have been that too. Either one would have ended badly though.”
“True.”
We laughed in unison.
***
That night…
Straight dope with homie, ‘bout to do dirt. Got a plug with no money, can't buy work. Just hit me a lick I need mine first. All this dope make my mothafucking eyes hurt…
“Dope Boy” by DJ Mustard played as Erynne, Cassie, and I, walked into the party dressed to the nines. I was wearing a long tan skirt with a split up the middle, stopping at the top of my thighs, with a white tube top, white stilettos, and gold jewelry. My hair was slicked back into a low bun with a part down the middle. Erynne was wearing a tight red dress with the matching heels, and her bob freshly pressed, while Cassie rocked a mini jean skirt, black stilettos, and a black frilly blouse with her hair hanging.
As soon as I got inside of the big ass house located in Torrance, I scanned the area full of people looking for my man. I wouldn’t dare speak to anyone before him because he hated that. I kind of understood it so I didn’t complain. I knew I would be feeling some type of way if I saw him speaking to another girl before he spoke to me.
“That must be him,” Erynne pointed to Mischief as we walked up towards him and his people.
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“His aura. Everything you told me about him, I can see it just from looking at him. Nigga looks unbalanced,” she chuckled, and so did Cassie and I.
“He’s very unbalanced, but he’s sexy, so he can be,” Cassie said.
“Leave my baby alone.”
I walked right up and sat down in Mischief’s lap, after giving some bitch that was near him a face. I already knew what she thought was about to happen, but I wanted her to know I was nipping that in a bud.
“You smell so good,” Mischief groaned against my neck, sending chills down my spine. “Can I have a kiss or is that shit gonna get on me?” he asked lowly, referring to my lipstick.
“No, it doesn’t transfer.” I cupped the sides of his face and kissed him. We sat there for a few seconds sharing light kisses before I heard Erynne clear her throat.
“Oh, guys, this is my best friend, Erynne. Erynne, this is Mischief, my man, that’s his cousin, Ishmael, his brother, Kordell, and his older brother, Chaz.”
Kordell was staring Cassie down, while she was looking at everything in the big ass den area but him. I saw Chaz had his eyes locked on my best friend, which caught me off guard because he never paid other women attention out of respect for his wife, Jade, who was never around.
“My bro has a fetish for chocolate,” Mischief whispered to me, obviously peeping the fact that Chaz was interested in Erynne.
“Well nice to meet you guys,” Erynne smiled, and then sat down on the couch next to where Mischief and I were. Cassie was on the other side, doing something on her phone and ignoring Kordell’s glances.
The smoke from all these people getting high was thick as hell, and there were bottles of all types of alcohol available, along with chips, cookies, water, and a platter of Subway sandwiches.
“Work” by Rihanna came on, so people on the inside and even in the backyard started grinding on one another. I had never seen so many people in one house party, but it was crazy.
“Let’s dance, baby,” I grinned down at Mischief, with my arm draped around his neck.
“I don’t dance, especially not to this. These grown ass niggas ain’t got no business dancing to this shit,” he replied, and all of us burst into laughter.
“If it’ll get me the pussy I’m after, I’ll be out there like Chris Brown my nigga,” Kordell joked, and everyone chuckled and shook their head him. Cassie rolled her eyes and looked back down at her phone.
“Aye, so you live out here or what?” Chaz quizzed Erynne. He had the prettiest set of curly hair, cut down very close to his head. He was a handsome guy, with a nice shade of deep caramel skin. Like his brothers, he was about six feet seven and brawny.
“No, I�
�m from Chicago, like Laine. I just came out here to visit.”
“Oh, cool. You came at the right time, because we got a lot of shit popping this week,” he flashed his nice smile, and Erynne grinned back with her shy flirty ass.
“Jade,” Kordell coughed Chaz’s wife’s name.
“Man, shut the fuck up,” Ishmael laughed along with everyone else.
Chaz Benjamin
For as long as I’d been with my wife, I’d never looked at another woman. Aight, I’m lying a little bit. When I say I haven’t looked, what I meant was I hadn’t been interested enough to pursue anything. I definitely wouldn’t spark up conversation like I had just done with Erynne. But I swear on my fucking life she was the sexiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on, and I’ve seen a lot of women in my twenty-five years.
She had the prettiest shade of mocha skin, with full sexy lips and slanted eyes. She had to be half Asian or something. Her body was out of this damn world, and you could tell by the way she carried herself that she was well aware of how fucking fine she was.
“Aye, you need some fresh air?” I looked to her.
“Huh? No, I think—”
“Yeah you do. Come walk with me for a second.” I stood up and started towards the large backyard. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her hesitantly rising from the couch, while looking at Laine. “Come on!” I hollered over the loud ass music and conversation.
She sped up her walk a little bit, and then we stepped outside onto the perfectly manicured lawn. There were a bunch of white plastic tables and chairs, so I led her sexy ass over there and pulled a chair out for her. I honestly didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I was a married man and had no plans of cheating on or divorcing my wife. But right now I couldn’t help wanting to get to know her.
“Thank you,” she spoke quietly as she sat down in the chair I pulled out for her.
“So how are you?” I sat adjacent to her, and lit up one of the blunts I’d rolled earlier while inside. I could see my brothers and cousin looking outside, trying to see what was happening. I hated yet loved them niggas.
“I’m sorry, aren’t you married?”
“What does that have to do with me asking how you are?”
“Nothing, but you pulled me out here like you’re interested in me, but you have a wife so that can’t be the case, right?”
“I just asked how you were doing and I’m waiting for an answer.” I inhaled on the blunt and blew some smoke out with my eyes on her. I saw a smile tugging at the corner of her lips before she sighed heavily.
“I’m doing great. I’m happy to be with my best friend and on vacation from work.” She looked off into the sky a little bit like she was pleased to be away from her life back in Chicago. “How are you?”
“Perfect. What do you do?”
“I work for an insurance company. The hours are long and the customers are assholes, but it pays.”
“Is that all you do?” I frowned, eyeing the expensive jewelry she was rocking, specifically the Cartier watch.
“Yeah, that’s it. I want to do hair, but that doesn’t pay the bills yet, so I do it on the side. Mainly weekends.”
“I’m sorry, a call center job pays for watches like that?” I pointed to it with my blunt.
“Uh, ye-yeah, when you save your money.”
Lies.
“Right. So I got a video shoot coming up, you think you could be in it? It pays.”
“Well it depends. I leave on Monday so—”
“It’s this Sunday afternoon. Laine will be there with my little brother, so you should come and get this money and buy yourself more watches.”
“I can’t tell if you’re an asshole or a nice guy.”
“Most people can’t. So are you down? I need to know right now.”
“Okay sure, why not.”
“Sup baby girl, I was wondering if you wanted to—”
“Don’t you see we’re having a fucking meeting, man? Get ya blind and dumb ass on somewhere. Rude muthafucka,” I hissed at the dummy who tried to ask her some shit knowing I was talking to her.
When he walked away with his hands up in mock surrender, I turned my attention back to Erynne who was laughing at me.
“Yeah, you’re an asshole,” she grinned. Her smile was so damn beautiful, making her smooth chocolate complexion glow. “So do you need my number?”
I contemplated her offer, but I knew if I got that number all hell would break loose. Baby girl was doing something to a nigga’s soul with them exotic ass features and that sexy ass body. I wasn’t the type of nigga who fucked on different bitches and cheated; that was my brothers. So even though I wanted to take her number, and then possibly bend her over this table and pound her, I had to decline.
“Nah, I’ll get to you through Mischief and Laine. It was nice meeting you though.” I stood up.
“I wasn’t offering you my number like that. I was just saying for business purposes. I don’t date married men so you nor your wife have anything to worry about.”
I nodded coolly in response and headed back inside of the house. Erynne joined us soon after, and everyone just chilled and shit until around 3am. I tried to keep somewhat of a distance from Erynne during that time, but that didn’t help because I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.
“You good?” Mischief asked me as we dapped one another up outside of the house.
“Yeah, nigga, why?”
“You had your damn eyes on that little Blasian all night, Chaz. I ain’t never seen you be like that.”
“Thirsty ass,” Kordell walked by, and hit the alarm on his car, which was parked in front of mine.
“Fuck you,” I hissed over my shoulder at him. Nigga got a kick out of getting muthafuckas riled up. Turning my attention back to Mischief, I said, “I’m good. She’s pretty, my nigga, and I ain’t the only one who thinks so.”
“She’s beautiful, you’re right. I was just asking.”
“No need for that. We still on for tomorrow at 11am, right?” I changed the subject.
“We need to get in earlier, but I know Kordell’s ass ain’t gonna wake up until after 9:30 so it’s no point.”
“Exactly… so aight.”
Suddenly, Mischief started chuckling as he backed away and started towards his car. That was when I realized I was watching Erynne converse with Laine and Cassie.
Fuck.
I slid into my car and immediately turned the heat on. It was summertime in California, but it still got pretty nippy at night. Once I had the heat blasting and my Jeezy album on, I fired up another blunt and pulled off towards my apartment in Long Beach.
I parked my whip when I made it home, and then jogged to the elevator to ride it up to my spot. When I entered, I saw my wife Jade sitting on the couch watching television, which caught me off guard. It pissed me off low-key too, because I invited her to the fucking party and she bitched about how I would be out too long and wouldn’t be ready to leave when she would.
“Hey, baby,” Jade smiled and muted the TV.
“For real? I thought you would be asleep by this time.”
“I did go to sleep, but I had a nightmare, so I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back. How was the party?”
“It was the same shit.” I started towards the back bedroom and heard her follow me after cutting the TV off.
“Baby, please don’t be mad. I couldn’t—”
“You stay not being able to do shit! You can’t come to shows, you can’t come to video shoots, you can’t do shit that I fucking ask you to! Only time yo’ ass wanna cooperate is when I tell you to get on yo’ fuckin’ back,” I roared, yanking my shirt and jeans off.
“Really? Sorry if I have an actual job, nigga, and can’t just be ready and willing whenever the fuck you ask me to!”
“A real job,” I repeated, chuckling.
“Yes, nigga, a job that gives benefits like mine!”
Jade loved to throw that shit in my face like I didn’t pay the b
ills up in this bitch. Yeah, I may occasionally ask her to fill the fridge because I’m short, but shit, at least I had the rent, utilities, car notes, and all that fucking cable she liked to watch.
Instead of responding, I slipped past her and went into the bathroom so I could shower and brush my teeth. After cutting the water on, I pulled down my toothbrush and got to cleaning my mouth. Jade stood in the doorway with her arms folded, staring at me like a dummy, and I just pretended she wasn’t even there.
I spit out the mouthwash and asked, “Can I help you with something?”
“Fuck you, Chaz. And I smell a bitch’s perfume on you!” she yelled coming into the bathroom as I removed my boxers. Her pretty face was balled up, with that damn scarf tied tightly around her head.
I ignored her shit talking and hopped into the shower to clean up. By the time I was done, Jade was out of the bathroom and hopefully asleep. I dried my body off, and then went into my bedroom to slip on some boxers before setting my alarm and climbing into bed next to her. Every muscle in my body seemed to ache when it hit that bed.
“I’m sorry,” Jade blurted, ending the silence in the room.
Again, I didn’t say anything, so she sat up and removed her short nightgown to reveal her body. My wife was on the skinnier side, but she was sexy nonetheless, and had a nice round ass which I loved. Her skin was a light vanilla, not that perfect chocolate like Erynne’s, but she was gorgeous too, when she wasn’t bumping her damn gums about bullshit.
Although I hadn’t said a word, Jade dipped down under the covers and took my dick into her mouth. I didn’t know if I was happier that she had shut the fuck up or that I was getting some head. Either way, a nigga was gonna sleep good as hell tonight.
Cassie
I was able to find and rent a condo for my mother and daughter to live in, located in Long Beach, and I think I was more excited than them. I was doing what I loved, getting paid for it, and I had my baby girl close to me again. Not to mention, her psycho father had yet to find me and I hoped it stayed that way. He knew I was in Los Angeles though, just because of the events I attended and worked, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint me.
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