“Your husband shouldn’t be telling you what you can and cannot do when it comes to bettering yourself, Genesis.”
“No, it’s not like that. He just doesn’t want me to neglect the job I already have. You know, being a wife and mother and—”
“Okay, I do those things and I run a marketing firm. The only time a man wants to hold you back from becoming better is because he knows that once you become better, you’ll realize he isn’t good enough for you.”
“But I love Qamar!” she replied shocked, even offended almost, as if I’d said she didn’t love him.
“Trust me, it’s obvious. I suggest you just keep your life the way it is, since you seem to be fine with it.” I wasn’t about to give her any advice. I was sure if she tried to tell Qamar off, or sneak and go to school, he’d break his foot off in her ass, and I wasn’t about to cause that.
“I think online is good, don’t you?” she pleaded with her eyes.
“I do. You have to decide what’s more important, Qamar, or you and your baby. Have a good day, Genesis.” I started pushing my cart down the aisle in hopes of finding my sister.
“Thanks, Bia!”
I didn’t respond; I just kept going. I actually felt bad for the girl, but I didn’t care enough to help any more than I already had.
***
Later that night…
I’d purchased a pregnancy test from the grocery store earlier; actually, I purchased a couple of them. After cooking dinner for my family and putting my baby to bed, I took two, and they both came back positive like I already knew they would.
I heard the door alert go off in the distance, letting me know Kito was home from work, so I quickly wiped the few tears that had trickled from my eyes as I lied in bed. I listened closely as he ascended the stairs, went to check on Kito Jr. down the hall, and then came into our bedroom. Pretending to be asleep, I stayed stone still, hoping to hear him make a phone call or witness him hopping into the shower. But like usual, all he did was undress, pee, wash his hands, brush his teeth, and then come get into the bed next to me.
“Uh.” I gasped when he wrapped his strong arms around my body because it caught me off guard. I was already on edge in the first place.
“You okay?” He kissed on my shoulder with his warm lips.
When his hand graced my stomach and rubbed it a little, I turned on my back so I could see him better. He propped himself up a tiny bit and smiled at me like he always did occasionally. It was that same smile he’d been giving me even back when we worked for Guinevere. It was a smile that said just looking at me brought him joy. I was confused on how he could still look at me that way if he was having an affair. If I bring you so much happiness, why sleep around? Asshole.
Deciding to test him, I whispered, “I’m pregnant, Kito.”
“You are?” His eyes bolted from side to side as he surveyed my face.
“Yep.”
He started cheesing before crushing his lips against mine a few times, and then running his hand up under my nightgown.
“I hope it’s another boy.” He smirked, kissing my collarbone.
“You’re happy?” I sat up a little.
“Yeah, why the fuck wouldn’t I be happy?” He frowned, making it obvious he was confused. “Why you been on my head lately? It must be the baby.”
“How can you be happy that I’m pregnant when you have another bitch!” I yelled. I couldn’t contain myself any longer.
“Another bitch?” He jerked his neck back. “What other bitch?”
“The hoe that you spent $800 on fucking roses for! Yeah, nigga, I caught your stupid ass!”
“How the fuck you know what I spent $800 on?”
“Because I opened your credit card statement and I saw it! I thought whatever you bought from Tiffany’s was for me, until I saw that damn roses charge! And $800? How special is this bitch!” I shoved him hard as hell, prompting him to sit up in the bed fully.
He dropped his face into his hands, and since he took too long to uncover his face, I peeled one of his hands away.
“Are you smirking?”
Without giving me an answer, he burst into laughter as if something was actually funny here. Either I missed the joke, or this nigga was deranged.
“Bia, the roses are for you.”
“That’s the best you can come up with? Why the fuck didn’t I get them then, huh?”
“Because it’s a Christmas gift, woman, damn. I can’t even fucking surprise you because you wanna be nosey and shit.”
“Why would you buy roses this early, and for Christmas? They’re probably dead by now, Kito. You need to get the fuck out of this room—”
“Baby, the roses I bought are meant to last a year, that’s why they cost so much. It’s a big box of them, and they’re not gonna die before Christmas, which is right around the corner. Then I got a single rose in a case which ran me almost $300 for you.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
Sighing, Kito got out of the bed and went into his walk-in closet. He took a minute, then came out with a big white box. Taking the top off, he exposed the countless red roses sitting inside. My name was written in gold lettering on the inside of the top, and my mouth dried up at the sight.
“Thank you for ruining the surprise I had for your ass.” He put the top back on and went to put the roses up. He came back out and sat down on the bed. “Why you ain’t just ask me?”
“Because I wanted to catch you and your side chick in action,” I said sadly, feeling like a fool and also feeling bad for ruining his gifts.
Kito chuckled before pulling me gently in his direction. I laid my head in his lap to look up at him.
“Bia, I don’t have a side chick, I don’t need a side chick, I don’t want a side chick, and frankly, I don’t have the time for a damn wife and a side chick. I work too damn much and then I gotta put in work with you and my son. I don’t even see how niggas do the mistress and wife shit. I’d fall asleep in the pussy.”
I laughed lowly as he caressed my hair.
“You forgive me? It was the hormones,” I half lied… I think.
“Yeah, but you better act surprised and elated on Christmas morning when you see them damn roses. I ain’t blow all that damn money for nothing.”
Chuckling, I nodded and replied, “I got you, baby.”
Lifting my head up, I turned onto my stomach and removed Kito’s dick from his boxers. Licking my lips, I took him into my mouth and let my saliva build up and flow freely down his shaft. I bobbed up and down, letting him get as deep as he wanted into my mouth.
“Bia.” Kito growled, rubbing my back gently as I sucked his dick like a common whore. “Oh… oh shit,” he grumbled lowly.
Giving it my all, I massaged his balls and sped up, drenching his boxers with my spit until he released into my mouth.
“Baby.” Kito panted, falling back onto the bed.
Pulling my mouth off, I went to brush, floss, and rinse, my mouth and when I came back out, Kito was knocked the hell out. I couldn’t do anything but laugh. And I was sure he forgave me for real now.
Micah
Since I was done with the video shoot I had to do today, it was time for my meeting with Daisy. Joaquin listened to her music and met with her before deciding to sign her to the label, and of course she was ecstatic. Since then, I’d been working with her to help develop her artistry and shit. I was dead tired though and really wasn’t in the mood, but I needed to get this bread, and I needed to do my damn job regardless.
But before all that shit, I had to handle something for my wife. She’d explained to me that the nigga Keane Davis had cancelled her segment for his show, which had me hot as fuck. She claimed not to know why, and honestly right now, I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t care if he cancelled it because she pulled a gun on him; he and I had a problem.
Because he was all the way in Stamford, Connecticut though, and because I was a public figure, I had to go a certain way about it. Same w
ay I had to find a creative avenue for offing my ex-girlfriend.
Pulling up to one of the homies’ cribs in Hawthorne off Crenshaw, I threw my whip in park and surveyed the area a little bit to make sure no one was outside. It was a bit early, so I guess everyone was at work or school, which was perfect. Although it wouldn’t be too odd if someone saw me since for one, this was where I grew up, and two, I had homies over here.
“What’s good?” A childhood friend of mine named Warren came out of the house and walked to the passenger side of my whip. I hit the unlock button so he could get in.
“Nothing much, but I just need you to handle some shit for me. You and a few other people that you trust not to be stupid. It’s a paying gig.”
“Oh, I knew that. I figured you wouldn’t come ‘round here asking for favors without breaking ya boy off.”
“I ain’t that stingy,” I joked, causing us both to chuckle subtly. “Aight, so you know that talk show host Keane Davis?”
“Old Steve Harvey wannabe ass nigga?” Warren frowned as I laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I know who that is, why?”
“I need you and at least two other people to knock some sense into his ass. Don’t kill him because I need him, but just pump some fear in his heart to make him put my wife on the show.”
“That’s it? I do that shit every day for free.”
“Yeah, I know, but this is a more professional job. I’ll get you a plane ticket with a prepaid card that can’t be traced back to me; just let me know the names of the other people. And let that nigga Keane know if he snitches, he’s dead.”
I knew Keane wasn’t a tough guy by any fucking means. So once his ass got roughed up and threatened, he’d do whatever the fuck he needed to, to make sure it didn’t happen again. Yeah what I was doing was risky as fuck and probably overboard, but nobody was about to fuck over my wife.
“Aight, cool. It’s just gon’ be me and Adam, you remember him?”
“Yeah, I do. Aight, so I’ll send you some more details from another phone number. You’ll know if it’s me, aight?”
“Aight, fasho. Wait, you ain’t tell me how much money I’m getting, nigga. Think you slick?”
I chuckled before replying, “Nah, my bad. It pays $2,500 for each of y’all.”
“Damn, cool.” Warren slapped hands with me wearing a grin so wide his cheekbones were hitting his eyes. I knew that money would come in handy for him and it was nothing to me, so why not?
I chilled with Warren for a little bit longer, just smoking and talking, and then I made my way home so I could take a quick shower and see how my son, daughter, and wife were doing.
I’d been up since 3 a.m. because of the video shoot, so a nigga felt beyond dirty. I showered, got dressed, and then went down to the den where I could hear Michael, Kattlyn, and Michaela. I saw Kattlyn sitting on the floor with our daughter, her ass looking sexy as usual, even though she wasn’t dressed up in the slightest.
“You okay?” I asked her, walking further into the den.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied somberly, which was a dead giveaway that she wasn’t fine.
Only time Kattlyn spoke that softly was when I was fucking her. Any other time, she’d be boisterous as fuck. Seeing her like this only solidified the fact that I needed Warren and Adam to handle Keane’s ass for me.
Times like this, I wished I wasn’t famous and could do whatever the fuck I wanted. Ricky didn’t give a fuck 90 percent of the time, but that was just because that nigga was crazy and couldn’t help it. Qamar was just an idiot who thought an apology solved everything, so of course he’d do whatever. As for me, I wasn’t about to risk my career when I could have someone else handle it for me.
Squatting down to her level, since she and Michaela were playing with the Legos while Michael played the game, I said, “Can I get a kiss?”
For the first time since she’d been back, a subtle smile appeared on her face and a sparkle appeared in her pretty brown eyes.
“Yeah.” She nodded, leaning her head back a little bit so that I could press my lips against hers.
“Damn, you making me wanna stay home.”
“You should. That ugly hoe doesn’t need you to help her, she just wants you to help her.”
“She doesn’t have a say, Kattlyn. Artist development is a part of being a signed artist. You don’t just sign ya name on a contract and then hit the booth. You have to be molded and shaped into something they can sell, then you get to actually making music.” I rose up, chuckling at her mocking me as I talked.
“Whatever. All I know is if she makes a move on you, I’ll be molding and shaping her ass like Play-Doh.”
“Okay, killa.” I laughed, and so did my kids. I knew Michaela didn’t understand fully, but whenever she saw her mama rolling her neck and talking shit, she found it comical.
I left the crib and went straight to the Bankroll Records headquarters in Hollywood. By the time I got to the meeting room, Daisy was already in there, dressed like she and I were making the same type of money. She had on so many name brands that it was ridiculous, and it made me wonder where she was getting the money for all that. She hadn’t even gotten her advance yet.
“About time. I thought you stood me up.” She removed her Louis Vuitton shades.
“I see you flossing.” I snickered, shaking my head.
“Not flossing. I just got dressed. I can’t help that most of the stuff in my closet is high end.”
“Right, my bad.” I sat down adjacent from her. “So did you think about what I asked you to think about?”
“I mean, yeah, but I think you and I can come up with something together. I can’t do it alone. When I’m with you, my juices start to flow.” She licked her thick lips at me.
I was gon’ let that slide.
“Aight. Well, what kind of rapper do you want to be? From listening to your music, you’re more of a mixed crowd club banger type rapper.”
“I wanna be like you or even Ricky AK or anybody from the old Head Honcho.”
“Well, I’m more of a conscious rapper, and AK is a conscious rapper mixed with that hood shit. Qamar is more of the flossy type; you know, name brand dropping—the ‘I’m flyer than all you niggas’ type rap. I don’t really hear that or see that with you. You’re more on the pop side almost.”
“I can change.”
“Right, but you need to do what’s true to who you are, or your fans will see that you’re fake. I mean people fake the shit all the time, but is that what you want?”
“No. I guess I will stick to what I do, but I wanna dance. Most female rappers just stand there and make hand movements constantly; I wanna be different.”
“See, that’s good, you’re thinking.”
“I told you that you get my juices flowing, Micah.” She removed her jacket, and I saw she was wearing what looked to me like one of those Selena bras. “Is your wife back yet?”
“Daisy, let’s stay on topic.”
“She travels a lot. How do you deal with her being gone all the damn time? What kind of a wife is she?”
“Daisy, my wife isn’t gone all the time. She travels about once a month, and trips are only for two or three days. I travel much more than her, and she usually tags along, if you must know. And she’s the type of wife you’ll never be, and that’s if you ever become a wife. Now like I said before, let’s stay on topic.”
“Damn, I see you get feisty when I mention your precious Kattlyn. If you weren’t married to her, would you fuck with me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re not my type. You got a small mind and you too soft.”
“Soft? I’m a woman! What do you like, niggas?”
“I like whatever the fuck my wife is. Back to the topic at hand or I’m leaving.”
Daisy rolled her eyes but didn’t say another word about it. She’d better slow up on that shit because if Kattlyn caught her ass, it’d be an RIP for her.
Chapter Four: Fri
sk
Virginia definitely wasn’t fucking around when she said us getting married was over with. The shit was weird because we were still together, and she was still rocking the damn ring I’d given her. I tried to act like I ain’t give a fuck, but deep down, I was wracking my brain trying to figure out how to change her mind.
Virginia was definitely a challenge for me because I couldn’t just say any fucking thing to her. I had to come with the right words and then the muthafuckin’ actions to back that shit up. I loved that about her, but on certain occasions, the shit was annoying as hell.
Lately, I’d been making sure I got home in a timely manner, and when I couldn’t, I would call her. So today, I was hoping that she’d been taking mental notes and would be receptive to the shit I had to say to her.
“Wake up, baby,” I spoke, standing over Virginia who was knocked the fuck out. Had I not been there when she fell asleep, I would have assumed someone knocked her over the fucking head with a bat.
“Jason… I need a few minutes,” she slurred.
“Nah, get up right now,” I replied, shaking her gently.
“No, just five more minutes. Alessiah is gonna be up soon, and this is my only day off for the next four days. Please, whatever it is, it can wait.”
“I already took care of Alessiah, now get ya ass up.” I snatched the covers off, prompting her to slowly turn on her back to look at me.
“What do you mean you took care of Alessiah? And what is this?” she inquired, referring to the tray of food I was placing across her lap.
“What you think I mean? I ain’t murder my own damn daughter. I handled her so you could chill for a little bit.”
I was jumping for fucking joy on the inside seeing Virginia smile at my words before slowly closing her eyes to say Grace.
“Thank you,” she said before digging in. “Wait, you can’t even cook. Who made this?”
“Don’t worry about all that. Just eat it, and then I need you to be ready in a few hours. Alessiah and I are about to go to the mall for some fits.”
“Be ready for what?” Virginia quizzed, mouth full of food.
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