Rich or Famous...Rich Because You Can Buy Fame

by King, Deja

  “Not a problem but don’t develop a habit of making rules because most of them won’t apply to me but remember, all of my rules apply to you.” I watched as Sway left the room before I got up.

  When I stepped in the whirlpool I looked around the Italian marble bathroom with mother of pearl inlays and the rainforest Swiss steam shower. It was a stark contrast to the bathroom I had in my New York City apartment. Yeah, Sway was right there was no comparison to what it was like being in his world. His fame provided him with a lifestyle that only a handful of people ever got to experience and I was one of them. If only I could come up with a way to be able to get it for myself. I really started to believe that Lorenzo would make that possible for me but he didn’t even show up to my party. It was like I started off as some sort of game for him and somewhere down the line he got bored and decided to toss me to the side. Sway seemed to be my only hope but the price was so high when it came to dealing with him. I would make it work though and having plenty of drugs to keep me medicated would make it that much easier. In the serenity of the hot water, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift away.

  Lorenzo

  Blame Game

  “How was the party?” I asked, after placing my order with the waitress. I had been ripping and running so hard in the last forty-eight hours that I wasn’t even eating. So when Phenomenon called to meet for lunch, I welcomed the break and an opportunity to eat a good meal.

  “It was cool. It was a nice turnout. I met me a cutie and got plenty of shine. I guess that’s what it’s all about. Oh, and I think you broke homegirl’s heart. Even though she tried to play if off I could tell Dior was disappointed you didn’t come through.”

  “Why you say that?”

  “’Cause she asked me where you were and when I told her you wasn’t gonna’ be able to make it, her face damn near cracked. I had no idea you was kickin’ it wit’ her.”

  “We’re not. I’m just helping her out with some things.”

  “That’s cool, I think she back wit’ Sway anyway.”

  “Back with Sway, when did that happen?”

  “He came to her party. I didn’t see them together but they’re in today’s paper. She went with him to some charity event last night.”

  “Yo, she’s crazy.”

  “That’s what being in this industry will do to you, make you crazy. I’m finding myself already giving into it. What they say, fame is more addictive than heroin.” As Phenomenon rambled on about the pitfalls of being in the entertainment industry my mind wandered to Dior. She had called me a couple times the night of the party but I couldn’t answer my phone. Dealing with Alexus kidnapping and other bullshit, there was no way I could break free and deal with a bunch of phony mutherfuckers at a party. But I should’ve never told Dior I was coming and have her find out I wasn’t from Phenomenon. Now she was back with Sway. I decided to call her since I was in the city.

  “I’ll be right back.” I got up from the table and stepped outside to call Dior.

  “Hey Lorenzo, it was great seeing you at my party the other night. Oh, that’s right you didn’t show up.” The fact that Dior greeted me with so much sarcasm let me know Phenomenon was right.

  It really did bother her that I didn’t come to her

  party.

  “I apologize, Dior, but…”

  “Save it! I’ve never had one man give me so many excuses in all my life. If you don’t want to be bothered with me then just say that and stop playing these games.”

  “Can I see you?”

  “You want me to tell you yes so you can have me standing around looking stupid—forget it.”

  “I’m in the city right now and I want to see you.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yes, can I?”

  “Yes. I’m at home. I’ll be here for the next couple of hours. You can come by.”

  “Okay, text me your address. I’ll be there in an hour.”

  “Are you really coming, Lorenzo?”

  “Yes, I promise I’ll be there.”

  “Ok.”

  When I got back to the table the waitress was bringing our food. “Everything cool?” Phenomenon questioned when I sat down.

  “Yeah, I just have to see somebody before I leave the city.”

  “I got you. I know you a busy man but don’t forget my album release party is in a few weeks.”

  “That’s right. It’s finally dropping. Where you having it at?”

  “In this penthouse suite at a hotel in Midtown. It’s gon’ be private and intimate but still off the chain.”

  “That’s cool. I’ll be there.” I had some more small talk with Phenomenon and finished up my food before heading out. I had a slew of shit to handle and really didn’t have time to see Dior. But something told me if I didn’t go see her today then our chances of ever getting together were done.

  When I got to her apartment building the doorman let me in. I then waited for the concierge to call and let her know I was here. During my ride up on the elevator I thought about what I was trying to accomplish by coming over here. I didn’t know if I wanted to fit Dior into my life on a part-time or full-time basis. That’s why I hated making spontaneous moves but under the circumstances I didn’t have a choice, because there was one thing I was sure of—I wanted her. When I reached her door I knocked. I could hear music playing and then she opened the door. I wasn’t greeted with the makeup and overthe-top glamour I was used to seeing from her but in her tank top, boy shorts and disheveled hair she looked more beautiful to me than she ever had before. I didn’t even let her speak. I stepped forward and began kissing her. It lasted for what seemed like forever and I just stopped suddenly. I looked down at her because without the super high heels she was rather petite. Her eyes, the way she stared at me was turning me on something crazy so I started kissing her again. This time she stopped but only to shut the door.

  We went back to kissing and I peeled off her tank top and shorts. I lifted her up and carried her into her bedroom. After I laid her down, I carefully studied her body and she was so fuckin’ sexy it just made me want to taste her so I did. My tongue got completely lost in her juices. Her nails pressed deeply into my back as my tongue continued to gently massage her clit. She wrapped her legs around me and began rubbing her breasts and playing with her own nipples as her pussy fucked my mouth. She was a woman that was created to strictly pleasure men and that had to be a gift and a curse.

  When I finally put my dick inside of her, I started off slow and gentle but soon each thrust became more meaningful. Dior’s cries of pleasure and pain had me lost inside of her. The warmth and wetness of her pussy had my dick hypnotized. Our mouths reconnected and her kisses were so passionate it made me press so deep that I thought my dick was going to reach her throat. I couldn’t get enough of her. It seemed like we had been making love forever. I wanted to pull out but I couldn’t stop. Before I knew it I was emptying myself inside of her. So not only did I not wear a condom which was supposed to be an essential, I was cumming inside her.

  “Lorenzo, I love you.”

  “I love you too.” Right after the words left my mouth I couldn’t believe I said it. Besides my mother I never told a woman I loved them before and there was no way I could love Dior or did I. I lifted my body off of her and laid on my back, closing my eyes wondering how we got to this moment of exchanging words like I love you.

  “I’m not on the pill, what if I got pregnant. Would you want to have a baby with me?”

  “No.”

  “That’s cold.” I opened my eyes and looked at her.

  “You don’t want a baby, Dior.”

  “Don’t put this off on me. I asked you a question and you answered it.” She turned away from me with a hurt expression on her face. I kissed her neck and kept kissing until I worked my way down to her breasts. Her nipples were hard again and so was my dick so I found myself going right back inside of her. Her pussy was still warm and wet. Just like before I had no self control and coul
dn’t pull out. I came inside of her again and this time I just laid there.

  “If I get pregnant, I’ma have it.” I couldn’t believe this woman that had nothing maternal about her was talking about having my baby like we’d been together forever. But then I couldn’t believe I kept cumming inside of her like I wanted to make a baby with her.

  “No you’re not.”

  “I told you I’m not on the pill. Why did you cum inside me again if you don’t want to get me pregnant?”

  “I don’t know I’m confused by that shit too. But it’s not you. I don’t want to have a baby period.”

  “Never?”

  “Never!”

  “I thought all men wanted at least one child.”

  “Not this man.”

  “Why not?”

  “If you really want to know, my mother is schizophrenia and I don’t want to take a chance of having a child born with it.”

  “I’m sorry about your mother but just because she has it doesn’t mean your child will too.”

  “It’s hereditary and it’s a very good chance my child could. I wouldn’t want them to have to live with something like that.”

  “So just say you got me pregnant today you would want me to have an abortion?”

  “You’re not pregnant. What is up with you and all this baby talk?”

  “When I said I loved you I meant it, did you?”

  “When I said it, yeah I did mean it but do I really love you. I don’t know, Dior. I feel something for you and it’s different than anything I ever felt before but love…” my voice trailed off because I wasn’t sure what was going on with me.

  “Fine, I guess we’ll just go back to how things were.”

  “You know we can’t do that.”

  “It’s like every since I initially turned you down you’ve been playing a game with me. But you win because I’ve caught real feelings for you and you don’t want me. So I’ma stick to what I know.”

  “And what’s that being Sway’s personalwhore? I know you’re back together with him.”

  “So is that what this was all about. Since you know I’m back with Sway you wanted to see if you could get me to fuck you?”

  “No. I don’t know why I came over here. I want you. I’ve always wanted you but my life is complicated.”

  “You’re not making any sense. If you want me then why not be with me?”

  “You’re so caught up in Sway’s world and this fame bullshit. You act like you can commit to me and be my woman.”

  “I can. You’ve already proven you can help me obtain the fame I want. You can keep doing it. But instead of doing it as a favor we can do it as a couple.”

  “Dior, as much as I want you, you require too much work. I don’t have the time to invest in you like that. I’ll keep helping you as much as I can with your career but being a couple isn’t possible.” Her eyes watered up and I felt an ache in my heart that I hurt her with my words. But I never learned how to be anything but honest.

  “I understand,” she said wiping away a single tear that rolled down her cheek. “I guess you better go. I need to finish getting my things together.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “I’ma start back staying with Sway.”

  “You don’t have to do that, Dior. I can provide you with everything you want. You don’t have to be with Sway to live a good life.”

  “So you’ll provide for me but I’m not good enough to be your woman.”

  “That’s not what I said, Dior.”

  “Damn if it isn’t! At least I know what it is with Sway but you’ll have my heart and at the same time remind me that I’ll never have yours. So no thanks to your kept woman offer.”

  “So you’re going back to Sway?”

  “Isn’t that where a loser woman like me is supposed to be.”

  “Would you stop with that dramatic bullshit,” I said, picking up my cell phone seeing the shit load of missed calls I had. “Listen, I have to go we’ll continue this conversation later.”

  “Does later mean tonight, tomorrow, next week or next month? I just wanted an idea so I would know how long I should wait because I know how busy you are.”

  “I’ll call you tonight. And don’t make any decision about staying with Sway until after we talk.”

  “I won’t but you better call me tonight, Lorenzo.”

  “I will,” I said putting my clothes on. “Wait for me.” I kissed Dior on her lips and left.

  Dior

  Lost In The World

  “Dior, thank you again for getting me on this video. I can’t believe I’m in a Sway Stone video,” Courtney gushed as we waited in my dressing room for the next scene.

  “When Sway said they needed a girl to play an angel, you were the first person to come to mind.”

  “My friends still don’t believe me. Wait till they see the video! But my part doesn’t compare to yours, you’re the leading lady as you should be. How is it being Sway’s girlfriend on the video and in real life, it’s got to be so cool.”

  “It’s everything you can imagine and more,” I answered before snorting a line of coke. When I looked up I saw Courtney staring at me with her mouth wide open. “I’m assuming you don’t snort coke,” I laughed trying to make her feel at ease.

  “No,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t do any drugs or even drink for that matter.”

  “That’s really good, Courtney. Stay that way. Drugs are very bad for you.”

  “Then why do you do them?” I looked at her strangely because nobody had ever asked me that question. That was probably because most of the time I was using drugs so was everybody else around me.

  “When I’m high I don’t have to think about anything. I just live my life.” Courtney shook her head as if she didn’t understand what I meant but how could she, she didn’t do drugs.

  “Open the fuckin’ door,” I heard Sway scream.

  “Courtney, will you open the door for him?”

  “Sure!”

  “What the fuck are you doing in here? You supposed to be on set,” Sway barked, rudely brushing past Courtney as if he didn’t even see her. But Courtney’s star gazing made her oblivious to it.

  “Nobody told me so I didn’t know.”

  “You’re fuckin’ high that’s why you didn’t know,” Sway said putting his tongue down my throat.

  “Stop,” I said, pushing him away. “I’m not high. I only did two lines.

  “Don’t tell me to stop.” Sway held my hair tightly and started kissing me again.

  “We have company, can’t we do this later.”

  “You talkin’ ‘bout her,” he nodded towards Courtney as if he just realized she was in the room

  with us.

  “Yes, who else would I be talking about?”

  “She’s cute. What’s her name?”

  “Why don’t you ask her yourself? She’s standing right there.”

  “What’s your name?”

  “Courtney. I’m playing the angel.”

  “What the fuck, an angel?”

  “For the video Sway, your video,” I rolled my eyes.

  “Oh, so you partying with us tonight?”

  “Cool! Party with Sway Stone…yes!”

  “Sway, she’s not that type.”

  “She just said she wanted to party with us.”

  “Her partying and our partying are different.”

  “Then maybe we need to break her in. She seems ready to me.”

  “Courtney, can you excuse us for a second?”

  “Sure, Dior. I’m going to get a soda, do you want me to bring you anything back?”

  “No, I’m good, just close the door behind you…thanks.”

  “Stay away from her, Sway. She’s not like the rest of these little whores you fuck and toss to the side.”

  “Are you being protective over somebody? That’s epic. And I thought the only person you gave a fuck about was yourself.”

  “Whatever, but Courtn
ey is off limits.”

  “Fine, all I said was I thought she was cute but you’re my baby.”

  “Would you stop with all this kissin’.”

  “What the fuck is wrong wit’ you? You been prancin’ ‘round here wit’ a bad attitude for the last couple of weeks.”

  “I’m fine, I’m just tired.”

  “I know what it is, my baby needs a vacation. We wrap up the video today. Later in the week let’s go to Cabo for a week.”

  “Sounds good. Now let me freshen up so I can get on the set.”

  “A’ight, see you in a few.” When Sway left I glanced up and caught my reflection in the mirror. Each curl was falling just right and my makeup was highlighting my best features perfectly. I looked like I had it all. Since my party and getting back with Sway I had been a fixture on the blogs daily and in all the weekly tabloids. I had even got a couple offers for a possible reality show and some guest spots on television shows but the one thing I hadn’t received was that phone call from Lorenzo. Everybody seemed to want me but him and it was totally sending me to the breaking point. I had left so many messages begging him to reach out to me but they all went ignored. That day he walked out my apartment he knew he wasn’t coming back for me, he just got some sick pleasure out of emotionally torturing me. The only thing that had got me through the pain of his rejection was drugs but it still didn’t get him completely out of my mind.

  “Dior, they’re waiting for you,” I heard Courtney say in the background interrupting my mental pity party.

  “Coming,” I said, before sniffing one more line and wiping the left over powder from my nose.

  ** *

  When we arrived at the penthouse suite on the 53rd floor, I was impressed with the spot Phenomenon chose to have his album release party at. I had never been to this hotel and it was gorgeous. It was two huge floors that connected by a dramatic staircase and the color tones were like silvery, midnight blues, metallic and gold’s. And the views were fucking incredible. There were bay windows on three sides with views of Central Park, the Hudson River, George Washington Bridge and the stunning Manhattan skyline. Then there was this, what looked to be a 13 or 14-foot curved sofa in leather and velvet in the center of the room.