That East Side Love 2

by Lucinda John

  "I know but Valarie started crying when I tried to cut her off. I felt bad. I had to calm her down."

  "By using your tongue?" I asked.

  "Well you know this tongue does work wonders,” Sky said flicking her tongue in a pussy eating motion.

  "On the real Sky, stop stringing Valarie along. If you really like Rich, go for it,” Diamond spoke up.

  "You are in no position to be giving advice Ms. I Love Zoe and Bobby," Sky said throwing a pillow at Diamond.

  "Whatever, let's go to Longhorn, I'm craving steak and potatoes," Diamond replied.

  "Where is Kay?" I asked.

  "Spending the night with Bria."

  "Is she ok?"

  "Yeah she's fine. The shrink she goes to is tells me she isn't developing any post rape depression so that's good."

  "That's good."

  "Diamond, hurry up and let’s go before I change my mind," Sky snapped.

  "You treating?" Diamond asked.

  "This bitch have half of a baby daddy that runs the East and half of a baby daddy that runs the West and want me to treat her to dinner," Sky joked.

  "Nooo, not a half of a baby daddy," I laughed.

  "Shut up," Diamond said joining in on the laughter. "I'll be in my car. Come on Sky!"

  "See you later sissy, wrap it up," Sky joked walking out of the room.

  When they left I focused on putting the finishing touches on my outfit. I slipped my feet into a pair of black and gold peep toe booties, and snapped my gold Michael Kors watch on my wrist. Fingering my curls, I allowed them to cascade down my back, shaking them out to give them a little bounce. I brushed my lips with some KA'OIR Golden Goddess lipstick, then went over it with some clear gloss making my lips pop. Satisfied with my look I grabbed my keys, wristlet, and phone and went to go meet my date for the night.

  I parked in front of Painting With a Twist and Brody was leaned up against his car looking sexier than ever. He was dressed simply in a white tank top, khaki cargos, and a pair of all white Giuseppe Zanotti zip high-top sneakers. He held a picnic basket in one hand and two bottles of wine in the either.

  "For a second I thought you were going to flaw me out again." He greeted me with a hug.

  "You still on that?" I smiled. "How many times do I have to apologize?"

  "Until you're forgiven," he licked his lips.

  "Is that so?" I flirted.

  "Are you ready to paint some models?" he asked.

  "Yup, lead the way."

  Brody held the door open for me and I walked into the studio. This was my first time going on a date and it felt good. With Choppa I was either at his house or he was at mine; we would fuck, eat and sleep until he disappeared.

  "Welcome to Painting With a Twist, my name is Sophie and I'll be your instructor. Is it just you two?" the preppy black girl asked.

  "Yes," Brody replied.

  "Ok right this way."

  We followed the lady into a studio room that was filled with painting equipment. Sophie went over the rules and regulations then gave us a few painting tips.

  "Would you guys need a model?" Sophie asked.

  "No, I have it under control, thank you," Brody replied.

  "Ok, just press this button if you need me."

  "Where is the bathroom?" Brody asked.

  "There is one in the hall to your left."

  "Thank you."

  "You're welcome enjoy," she smiled before leaving the room.

  Brody prepared the table with the lunch he brought. The smell of the pasta primavera filled my nostrils causing my mouth to drip with anticipation. He placed the rolls and Caesar salad on the table, along with the bottle of wine.

  "It smells really good. Did you cook this?"

  "Yes," he smiled.

  He got up and placed an apple on the stand.

  "We're going to practice painting that apple first," he said preparing our plates.

  "Hmmm. This is so goooooood," I moaned, taking a bite.

  "Is it really?"

  "Yes, this is delicious," I replied popping a sausage in my mouth.

  We sat in silence as we ate our meal and painted the apple. The soft voice of Maxwell played in the background. For once in my life I felt special. The way Brody was paying attention to my every need, complimenting me, and showing me how to correctly hold a brush made me blush. It felt good to connect with a guy on an intimate level without having to get intimate.

  "I think your apple looks better than mine," I said sipping my wine.

  "I think so too," he laughed. "Let me paint you."

  "Huh?" I asked unclear if I heard him correctly.

  "Let me paint you," he repeated.

  "Ok," I shrugged as I got up and stood on the podium.

  "Not like that," he smiled.

  "Like what then?"

  "I want to capture your inner beauty, let me paint you nude."

  "It's not that type of party," I said shutting whatever he was thinking down.

  "Undress and use this to cover up your private areas," he said handing

  me a red, satin sheet.

  Giving him the side eye, I went to the bathroom and undressed. With the satin sheet wrapped around me, I sat on the stool that was in the middle of the room. Brody walked over to me and adjusted the sheet so that my body was bare, except my titties and pussy. The way his fingers ran across my skin, had me wetting the sheet that I held between my legs.

  "Perfect," he smiled walking back to his seat. "Stop thinking… allow your mind to go blank," He directed me.

  I closed my eyes, and cleared my mind. I could hear the swishing of his paint brush as he mixed colors. About forty-five minutes later he told me to open my eyes and showed me the most beautiful painting I'd ever seen. The way he captured me with such grace had me thinking I could be a Covergirl model.

  "Do you like it?"

  "I love it," I beamed.

  "Good."

  We wrapped up our painting session by painting a few objects in the room until it was time to go. I helped Brody pack up his things, and stood to the side as he paid for our session. I wasn't tryna pocket watch but by the fat knot he pulled out, I could see that nigga was paid.

  "I really enjoyed our date," I said as he walked me to the car.

  "I'm glad you did. Does this means I get a second one?"

  "Of course," I smiled.

  Brody handed me the painting and we said our 'Goodbyes'. I was about to get into my car until he pulled me in for a kiss. The way our tongues became one felt like magic. The euphoric feeling I was feeling was something that was new to me. If Choppa didn't play his cards right, I could see Brody replacing him.

  Chapter 15

  Choppa

  I had just bust my load down Lona's throat and was getting ready for a meeting. Today we were putting the girls to work and I wanted to make sure shit went smoothly. Since this was Cookie and Brooklyn's first time moving weight for me, I decided to start them off with something small.

  In the trunk's floorboard of a 2001 Toyota Camry, was five bricks. If my bricks made it to its destination safely and soundly, then I was going to start giving them larger amounts to move for me. If everything went as planned then we would be able to move more dope out of town without being under the radar.

  "Am I going on the mission with the girls?" Lona asked.

  Lona was a pro at working for me. I had her flying to Haiti to pick up weight for me and bringing it back to the US with packages stuffed up her pussy and shit. I didn't like Lona like that but I continued to fuck with her because she proved her loyalty to me. She knew I was her brother's enemy and not once did she cross me. She knew how I got down so she probably thought it was in her best interest to not fuck with my shit.

  "Nah, I need you to stay clear, I might need you to pick up something for me."

  "Ok bae," she replied causing my skin to crawl.

  I hated when she referred to me ass 'boo, baby, hubby, or bae.' She would get beside herself and think she was my bitch bec
ause I had her handling my dope and was dicking her down from time to time.

  "Lona chill with that lovey dovey shit aight, that ain't us."

  "Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "I don't know why you so stuck on Star, she ain't worried about you."

  "Wat the fuck did you say?" I barked grabbing her by the neck.

  She tried to scratch at my hands to pry them from around her neck, but my grip was tight. Her eyes started to roll in the back of her head. Pushing her head back I let go of her neck and watched her fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. She greedily sucked in air as she struggled to breath.

  "What the fuck?" she panted.

  "Watch your fucking mouth!" I yelled.

  "I was just trying to look out for you," she cried.

  "Look out for me how?"

  "I saw her with another nigga. I saw them all hugged up and shit."

  "Get the fuck out my face," I snapped, dismissing her ass.

  Star knew how I felt about her. For her to be in the next nigga's face fucked me up. Yes, all she wanted from me is a commitment, but I didn't understand why she wanted to throw a title on what we have. Star knows that I fucked with her the long way. She’s the only bitch that I let sleep in my bed, the only bitch I'm sliding the black card to. If that wasn't enough to show her what it was then I didn't know what else to do.

  I made sure Lona left the white house before I headed to Star's house. My mind was on ten as my jaw clenched in anger. The thought of another nigga all in Star's face had me ready to murk a bitch.

  I made it to Star's house in ten minutes flat and was sticking my key in the door. When I walked in her room, Star was laid in the bed, blushing with headphones in her ears. She was so engrossed in her phone that she didn't see me come in. I snatched the phone out of her hand and saw she was FaceTiming some nigga.

  "What the fuck man," she yelled jumping up.

  "This what it is?" I asked throwing the phone across the room.

  "You gon’ replace my shit," she yelled towering over me because she was standing on the bed.

  "The fuck you doing in some nigga's face?" I asked.

  "Last time I checked, Star Marshal James was grown and was able to do whatever the fuck she wanted!" she yelled. "I ain't tied up to NO FUCKING BODY!!"

  "Get fucked up if you want to!"

  "Try it Choppa, I ain't scared of you. My hands up to date nigga," she said causing me to laugh.

  "Man, sit your little ass down," I said pulling her off the bed and pinning her down. "You fucking him?"

  "That's none of your business," she smirked.

  "What do you want from me man?" I asked.

  "If I have to tell you what I want, then fuck it. Do you and let me do me. I'm not finna keep telling you the same shit over and over again."

  An almost nude picture of her caught my attention. The way the picture was painted she would have had to be posing that way. The thought of another nigga being that close caused me to lose it.

  "Where the fuck you got that from?" I spat, pointing at the painting.

  "A friend," she nervously replied.

  "So you posing naked and shit while motherfuckers paint you like you on the Titanic or some shit?"

  "Choppa, get the fuck out of my face! You think I don't know about you

  fucking Bobby's sister," she said throwing me off. "Cat got your fucking tongue?"

  "Man...." I said rubbing my hand through my waves.

  "Get the fuck out of my house!"

  "Ma, it ain’t…"

  "NOW!!!!" she yelled.

  I looked down at her and could see the tears forming in her eyes. I wanted to kiss her pain away and let her know that I was ready to be the man she wanted, but I didn't know how. I wasn't sure if I was ready to be in a relationship with her yet. Pecking her on the lips I got up and left.

  ****

  "When you get to this address call me," I said handing Cookie the address since she was the driver.

  We were located at the car dealership that Zoe, Rich and I owned. Majority of the cars that were here was stashed with drugs that

  needed to be transported. We had normal cars that we sold to the general public, but the dealership was mainly just a cover up.

  "Try to act as normal as possible, avoided bringing any attention to yourself, and drive the speed limit. Please don't fuck up because I hate killing bitches." I looked them in the eyes making sure they understood my every word.

  I hit the hood of the car signaling for them to leave. As soon as they pulled of I turned on the GPS and the camera that I had installed in the car. I wasn't a fool by a long shot, when it came to my money twenty four hour surveillance was always involved.

  "Them bitches left?" Rich asked as I walked in his office.

  "Yeah they gone."

  "You got them eyes on them?" he asked hinting on the security.

  "Always." I sat down and pulled out a sack of Kush.

  "You good bruh?" Rich asked me.

  "Man, Star’s ass on some other shit," I huffed, breaking down my weed.

  "You still ain't lock that down bruh?" he asked, texting on his phone.

  "Man, I'm trying to but this relationship shit demands too much."

  "Then if you ain't ready to settle down what's the problem?"

  "I ain't tryna have her out here fucking with these lame ass niggas."

  "You want her locked down, but you want to do you," he threw out. "It don't work like that my boy."

  "Since when you became a philosopher on love? If my memory serves me correctly, you got your dick sucked by both of our new female workers."

  I laughed.

  "But I ain't fucking with them now that I'm tryna get serious with Sky."

  "Love sick ass nigga, pass me the lighter," I said sealing my blunt closed.

  As I inhaled the weed in my lungs, I thought about life with Star. She was already the type of chick I pictured myself settling down and having a family with, so I didn't understand why she was tripping on me. If I treated her like she was my bitch, why did she need me to confirm it with my tongue? Inhaling more smoke, I came to a conclusion that females were difficult species that were hard to please and understand.

  Chapter 16

  Bobby

  I was in my California king-sized bed with my head resting on the plush headboard, while I puffed on some potent weed. I watched Cray through my low eyes as she got ready to go somewhere. Something about Cray was different which led me to believe that she was cheating on me. Cray no longer questioned me when I came home late, she didn’t blow me up, and she stopped stressing me about leaving the game. It seems like when I told her I was leaving she jumped for joy.

  “Where are you going?” I called out.

  “Bae, did you say something?” she asked coming out of the bathroom dressed in a beige, baby doll dress.

  The dress she was wearing clung to her curves like a two-year-old child hanging on to their mother. Her face was lightly brushed with makeup, her lips were shining, and she smelt like a fresh field of flowers. There was no way in hell Cray was going to her aunt’s house like she claimed she was.

  “Where are you going?” I repeated my question to see if her answer was going to be the same.

  “To the mall with Denise,” she lied.

  With all the lies she had to keep up with, she must have forgotten that she rushed me to come home because she promised to have lunch with her aunt, now the story changed and all of a sudden she was going to the mall with Denise. If it wasn’t for me being higher than a giraffe's pussy I would have reached back and smacked her ass. The high grade I was puffing on had me calm as fuck.

  “Have fun,” I snarled.

  I admitted that I did some fucked up shit to Cray, but I didn’t expect her to do the same to me. She was supposed to stay the good girl I fell in love with. It hurt like fuck to think of Cray being with another nigga. I didn’t have any concrete evidence yet, but as soon as I got some I was going to fuck her sneaky ass up.


  Between the weed and shots of Patron, I was all in my feelings. I pulled out my phone to call Diamond, but every time I dialed her number I ended up hanging up the phone. I really missed having Diamond around as a friend and I was really starting to regret complicating things. Every day I prayed that Diamond’s baby was mine just so I’d have a reason to be a part of her life.