“So how long have you been fucking Greezy?”
“Not long—”
“Wait, when you told me a friend bought you some Giuseppes, were you referring to Greezy? Damn, bitch, you’re in a full-on relationship!”
“I am not! He’s just rich and has some good dick, nothing more.”
Hearing about Greezy’s dick just made my stomach hurt for some reason.
“Angie. He’s dangerous.”
“Says the fiancée and baby mama of Ricky AK.”
“My baby is not dangerous! People just do things to him and then he’s forced to retaliate.”
“Right. I’ll believe that once he beats those pending murder charges.” Angie poked her lips out so I rolled my eyes.
“He will, bitch, watch.” I exhaled before saying, “Angie, I know we have some distance between us now… but I’m hoping what we had can be repaired. I know it’s a lot to ask for but…” I stopped mid-sentence when Angie started shaking her head.
“I think we’re even, Dray. I mean, what she did to you, to Aunt Victoria, was despicable. And to be perfectly honest, I don’t know who that woman was.” Angie stared off into the distance like she was thinking. “Draylah!” she screamed when I pulled her robe open, exposing her naked body.
“Just making sure you’re not wearing a wire!” I laughed as she closed it.
“Bitch!” She hit me playfully on the arm. “Your mama is crazy, Lily!”
After chilling for a little longer, Angie quickly showered and got dressed before we all left to the nail shop. I couldn’t believe Lily had never gotten her little feet done. After getting our nails done, we went to have an early dinner, and then went our separate ways. Spending that time with Angie and my kids felt really good.
On the way home, Ricky called me to come by his studio because he’d left some hard drive in my car, so I took a detour to where he was. I got my kids out and went inside to see Ricky, Dakota, Automatic, MG, and the girl group that Ricky had signed. The girls were inside of the booth, but they came out to introduce themselves to me. I admit I was caught off guard when they asked for a picture and complimented my work.
“You see why I’m with her?” Ricky joked, and Dakota half smiled with her hating ass.
“Here, baby.” I handed him the drive, but of course his freaky ass had to stand up and hug me, grabbing my ass roughly before licking my neck. “Stop, nasty!” I nudged him, but he was way too strong, which oddly turned me on.
“Sexy ass.” He finally let me go, nibbling on his bottom lip sexily, with his eyes looking over me as if I were a full course meal.
“Nice meeting you, ladies.” I waved to Cassidy, Quinn, and Allyson before walking out.
“Bye, Dad!” Lily shouted.
“Bye, baby.” He scooped her up. “I’m gon’ walk you out though.” He kissed her cheek, making both her and I smile.
We left out to the parking lot where Ricky helped me put the twins up, and just as we closed the back doors, a group of girls walked by.
“Ricky AK!” one of them shouted, before they rushed over to him. It was about nine bitches, but I could tell they were fans, so I didn’t say anything.
Ricky took some pictures and signed autographs while holding Lily the entire time before, finally, the girls walked off. During the whole scenario, Lily’s little eyes were bucked as if she were surprised by the small yet rambunctious crowd. I couldn’t wait to see her in those photos with Ricky and his fans. I was sure they were hilarious.
“Daddy?” Lily quizzed.
“Yes, beautiful?” he adjusted her in his arms.
“Who are you?”
Ricky and I both fell out in laughter at her question.
Chapter Eight: Qamar
One week later…
Angelique and I were leaving the doctor’s office where we’d just heard the results of the DNA test. I made sure to use a doctor I trusted this time around, because I just knew Angelique’s ass was after my money.
Unfortunately for me though, the results came back saying that she was definitely carrying my kid. I ain’t have nothing for her though. My life was coming together too perfectly, and I wasn’t about to let this bitch fuck it up. I had my career getting back on track, money coming in almost like it used to, a new crib… just everything.
“Aight, look,” I started as soon as we got out to the parking lot. We hadn’t said a word to one another since the doctor told us the results. “I don’t know if you did this shit on purpose or what, but I ain’t about to be around.”
“What do you mean, you’re not about to be around?” Angelique cocked her head and waited for my response.
“Fuck you think it mean? You and yo’ kid can have a good life. And you ain’t about to be trying to spend my money by taking me to court or none of that bullshit yo’ grimy ass was planning to do.”
Angelique chuckled and looked off for a moment. She was a pretty ass girl, so it was definitely no surprise that I broke her off raw. But if she thought she had me in some kind of a muthafuckin’ trap, she was sadly mistaken.
“So you’re telling me that you’re not gonna be in the baby’s life? You can live with yourself knowing you have a kid out there that you don’t know and don’t spend time with? I don’t need your money, Qamar, I just want you to be a father.”
“You ain’t getting either.”
“You know what… fine.” Angelique threw her hands up in mock surrender, surprising the fuck out of me. I just knew her ass was about to let me have it, rolling her neck and shit included. “If you can live with that, then so be it. I’m not gonna try to force you to be around. My child deserves better than a forced father. I’ve already fucked them over enough by getting pregnant by you.”
“Glad we got an understanding.” I smiled, jumping for joy on the inside at the fact that Angelique was complying with a nigga.
“I guess this is it. This was a waste of time and money. You could have said this from the beginning, that no matter the results, you wouldn’t be around.” She looked up at me, eyes squinted because of the bright ass sun.
“Had I known you’d take it this well, I would have,” I shrugged.
“Bye, Qamar.” She turned around and walked towards her car.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I hopped into my car and turned my music up as loud as it would go. I hadn’t been this happy and felt this good in a minute.
Peeling out of the parking lot, I stopped to pick me up some food and then made my way to my new crib that I’d bought with my contract-signing bonus. It wasn’t as decked out as my old shit, but it was still plush as hell and cost a pretty fucking penny.
Getting out my car, I heard some heels clicking against the pavement, so I turned around to see my mother walking up holding Lace. Sucking my teeth, I blew out hot air because I didn’t feel like hearing shit she had to say. She needed to be more like Angelique and let a nigga be himself.
“Qamar, I got some shit in the mail about you trying to sign over your parental rights to me!” my mother spat angrily, mouth twisted all up.
“Yep.”
“Are you crazy? I cannot take care of a young baby alone! I am no spring chicken! I’m only doing it now because you’re being foolish, and I’m trying to let this stage you’re in blow over.”
“This ain’t no stage, Ma.” I chuckled breathily. “This is what I want.”
“Qamar, you don’t mean—”
“Yeah, Mama, I do. I’m not high, I’m not off my medication… this is me. I don’t want any kids right now.”
“Okay, and what about when you do? You’re gonna want him then, and you won’t have any parental rights over him.” She adjusted Lace on her hip.
“I don’t want him, and I don’t want the baby with this new bitch Angelique. When I want a baby, I will make some new kids. I will never want him though.” I pointed to Lace as he stared at me with his hand in his mouth. I knew she thought bringing him would tug at my heart, but it did nothing of the sort.
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bsp; With tears building up in her eyes, my mother asked, “Qamar, how could you say that? No matter who his mother is, he is still a part of you.”
I shrugged, not knowing how else I could explain it to her.
“Either agree to take over for him or he’s gon’ get sent to an adoption agency. It’s your choice.” I walked off towards my front door, leaving my mother to decide what she wanted to do.
“I’ll leave him right here!” she threatened.
“And he’ll be there all fucking night!” I shouted back, serious as fuck. If she left him here, I would take his ass to give him up for adoption, and I knew she didn’t want that.
Entering my house, I heard what sounded like Tamia playing from my bedroom, so I went in to see sexy ass Genesis painting her toenails. I was only fucking her and expected nothing else when we first met, but over time, baby girl grew on me. She was fine as hell, and she understood me. She didn’t care about making me be a father like Bia wanted; all she gave a fuck about was being with me. I wanted Bia, but until she came to, Genesis was where it was at. And she was a hell of a second choice.
“Painting them toes for me?” I grinned as I sat on the edge of the bed with my food.
“For you and for me.” She giggled.
I leaned over to kiss her lips a few times, and then opened my food to eat. I shared a little bit of it with her, and just as we finished, my doorbell rang. Frowning, I got up and jogged down the stairs to get the door, and saw a man whom I didn’t recognize standing there.
“Mr. Qamar Hampton?”
“Yeah? Who the fuck are you?” I questioned, looking him up and down. He better not had been here on Lacie’s murder case. They had nothing on me, so after I got interrogated that first night, nothing came of it.
“You’ve been served,” he responded stoically and handed me some papers.
I took them and closed the door, not taking my eyes off of the papers. My heart was beating out of my chest, praying like hell it wasn’t another lawsuit. I was just getting my fucking funds in order, and couldn’t take another monetary hit.
Finally reading, I realized Bia had filed a restraining order against me. I read it over and over and over again to be sure that what I was looking at was factual. If I didn’t get that she was done with me before, the message was loud and fucking clear now.
My skin became hot, and my throat felt tight because of how angry I was. How dare she get a restraining order on me? I was Qamar fucking Hampton, a platinum selling rapper with bitches lined up to fuck with me, and she had the nerve to file this shit. If anything, I should be having to file one on her ass. Words couldn’t explain how enraged I was over this. I hated this bitch.
“Who was that, baby?” Genesis asked, sauntering up to me since I was still planted by the door.
“Did you ever hit her up like I told you to?” I hissed.
“Yes, I did! I told you I did! And she asked to meet up and talk, so I told her no like you said. After that, she didn’t respond!” Genesis ran off nervously.
“Fuck!”
I’d told Genesis to pretend to be one of Kito’s bitches on Instagram, hoping Bia would leave that nigga. I actually helped Genesis create a real enough looking profile using one of her old co-workers’ pictures, but obviously, the shit didn’t even work.
“Let me see the fucking messages!” I roared, not believing Genesis. “You probably ain’t even do the shit!”
Genesis ran off and got her phone, before rushing back down to show me the conversation. I feverishly scrolled, reading, and got even more upset seeing that Genesis had actually done what I’d asked.
“See!” Genesis cried.
“Aight, one last thing. I need you to beat her up for me. She’s pregnant, and if you do this, she’ll lose that fucking baby.”
A few seconds passed of Genesis just staring at me.
“Qamar, no, I can’t do that,” she whimpered. “I don’t mind doing things, but that’s too much!”
“I told you this is the last thing! You do this and—”
“I thought you said you didn’t care about her anymore? You told me it was just gonna be about us now!”
“It is. It is, baby.” I pulled her closer to me. “After you do this, it will only be about me and you.”
I honestly did wanna be with Genesis, but I just needed her to handle this shit for me so I could chill. And even though the papers sent to me were for a hearing to have the restraining order put in place, I still didn’t feel safe going around Bia. She might have had some police watching her back or some shit. I’d barely made it out of a murder investigation, so my ass wasn’t trying to be on the radar again.
“No, I can’t.” Genesis shook her head.
Snatching her up by the neck, I slammed her into the wall and backhanded her ass. She fell to the floor and cupped her cheek with a surprised but saddened expression on her face. I’d smacked her ass up before, but I promised I wouldn’t again, so I guess she was shocked.
Without another word, I left her ass there and went to take a shower to clear my damn mind.
By the time I got out, I saw Genesis in the bed we shared, sniffling lowly as hell. Walking over, I knelt down so that she and I were eye level.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you. I just got upset. My condition does that to me sometimes. I didn’t mean it, aight?” I apologized. This shit with Genesis was new, so my apologies meant something unlike with Bia.
“I know,” she whimpered and nodded before I kissed her lips.
“Aye, you wanna go shopping?”
“No, I don’t—”
“Come on. Get up, and I’m gon’ take you shopping. Get you some nice shit. You know your man got a lot bread now.” I smiled, and she smiled slightly back at me as she sat up.
When she rose to her feet, I gripped the sides of her face and kissed her deeply.
***
Some days later…
“Have a seat, Mr. Hampton. Tell me how you’ve been?” Dr. Rose smiled as I sat down in her office.
I was only doing this session because my health counselor said to do just two more, and this one right here was the last of the two. I wanted to put all this drug shit and health bullshit behind me.
“I told you to call me Qamar.”
“Right.” She chuckled. “It’s been so long since you’ve seen me, that I forgot about that little detail. Forgive me.”
“You good.”
“So what’s new?”
“That Bia bi— female is looking to get a four-year restraining order against me as if she’s that special.”
“Hmm, really? Did she do this out of the blue?”
“Yep.”
“The last time we spoke about her, you expressed to me how much you loved Bia. You seemed extremely passionate about her. Do you think she maybe mistook some of that passion as you being hazardous?”
“I do love her, and I hadn’t seen her in months. Finally, I caught her at her house, and she was running off about what I needed to do with my life and shit. And I don’t remember why, but somehow, she admitted that she was in love and pregnant by this new dude she’s been with for a minute. Knowing that, I may have lost it, but it wasn’t worth a restraining order.”
“What did you do?”
“I… I attempted to sleep with her.”
“And I’m guessing she didn’t want it, so things turned… forceful?”
“I guess.”
Dr. Rose stared at me after jotting something down, almost as if she were reading me like a book.
“Do you think that maybe you’re drive is not solely based on the fact that you love Bia, but maybe it’s partially because you’re just having a hard time dealing with the fact that you can’t control and have her?”
“Nah, I loved her.”
“How long have you been this top selling rapper?”
“Shit, like seven or eight years.” I smiled, and so did Dr. Rose.
“And throughout those seven or eight ye
ars, you’ve probably been able to get a woman just by snapping your fingers, huh?”
“Shit, if even that much.” I laughed along with Dr. Rose.
“So I guess it’s safe to say that this situation with Bia is probably the first time you’ve experienced not being able to just snap your fingers and have a woman.”
I paused and replied, “Yeah, I guess it is.”
“So now knowing that, do you believe that maybe part of this is because of that? Do you just simply loath the fact that she’s choosing not to be with you? I mean, you’re this big-time rapper who has women at his feet, yet she is, for the first time in your life since being Qamar, passing on you.”
“Maybe.” Shit was becoming clearer for me, but I ain’t want to admit it just yet.
“Qamar, our egos can make us do a lot of things. And maybe your pride and ego are just having a hard time dealing with being passed on. It’s normal, especially from someone who has become accustomed to being the one who is usually doing the passing.”
“I can’t say,” I lied.
“Do you find yourself sometimes wishing bad things would happen to Bia?”
“Like for her to die?”
“No, not that extreme. But maybe hoping she loses her job, or gets cheated on by this new guy, gets beat up, gets shot but lives, or just anything really negative. Do you find yourself hoping for negative things to happen to her?”
“A lot,” I admitted, even though I didn’t want to.
“That’s normal.” Dr. Rose nodded. “It’s normal for you to want the universe to punish Bia for not being with you.”
“Yep.” I nodded.
“But it also means that you don’t love her as much as you think, Qamar. Love is a strong emotion, and if you loved her as much as your mouth says you do, or did, no matter who she chose to be with, you wouldn’t wish bad on her. You may want a ladder to fall on the guy she’s dating or for him to lose all of his money.” Dr. Rose chuckled, making me do the same. “But you wouldn’t want anything happening to her. And the fact that you do, shows that your passion for her is partially based on the fact that you want to prove to yourself that no woman is worthy of being able to pass on you.”
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