“Thank you and you’re welcome!”
I brought Melody with me because she always asked to see, and I didn’t want to have to leave her with my mother. Especially because I wanted my mom to enjoy her life with her husband and not have to baby sit all the time like I was some unstable teenager; pretty much how I used to be.
As for my baby boy, he was with his father in the studio. KJ was pretty bad, but he was the greatest child when his father was around. Kordell was surprisingly pretty strict with him, so my baby was very well behaved in the presence of his father. He’d slip up occasionally because he was a baby, but whereas I would have to spank him, all Kordell would have to do was say his name sternly and he’d straighten the hell up. I think because Kordell was like a giant compared to my little baby.
I got dressed since the shoot was over, and then Melody and I left, stopping for some ice cream. I wanted to go by the Post Office to get my PO Box mail since Orchid wouldn’t be to my house to teach Melody for another half an hour.
“Come on, Mel, you can bring your ice cream.” I helped my baby out of the car, making sure she didn’t get anything on her cute top that Laine got her for her birthday. She loved the shirt, which meant that it stayed having to get washed every damn week.
We made it inside of the post office and I spoke to one of the workers who knew me, before I led Melody to my box. Sticking my key in, I unlocked it and pulled my mail out and smiled. I had a few fan letters, the main reason I got a PO Box, and then some free stuff that I’d been paid to promote on Instagram.
“Hi, Cassie, right?” someone said and I looked to my left to see a pretty light skinned black girl with golden blond locks. She was wearing a big jacket with fur on the hood, skinny jeans, and a pair of UGGs that weren’t UGGs.
“Yeah do I know you?”
“I guess you don’t remember me. We met back when you were in high school. My name is Ellison.”
“No, I’m sorry, I don’t think you have the right person. See I’m not from here. I went to high school in Tennessee.”
“So did I.” We stared at one another in silence for a moment before she sighed heavily and looked off briefly. “I tracked you down because we have the same father, remember? And we bonded for a little while before—”
“Bonded? We kept in touch for less than forty-right hours.” I turned my lip up, suddenly remembering her.
“Sorry. I guess I’m just trying to make it something that it wasn’t. But I think fate brought us back together. I mean we’re both in the same state at the same time, and clearly we come to the same post office.”
“Yeah…”
“Is this the baby you were pregnant with when I met you?”
“Yes, hi!” Melody answered as if she really knew the answer, but maybe she did.
Ellison and I both chuckled.
“Yeah, this is her, all grown up. Her name is Melody.” I nodded as I rubbed Melody’s hair, before exhaling heavily. I hadn’t seen Ellison in almost five years, so I couldn’t recall how she looked to the tee, but I remember she had that same hair color back then too. “Well it was nice meeting you, Ellison.” I closed my mailbox door and started to walk past her, holding Melody’s hand.
“Yeah, so hey, maybe we should hang out some time. I would love to actually get to know you for longer than a day and a half.”
“Umm—”
“You don’t have to give me your number. I can give you mine and then if you feel like having a sister, you can give me a call.”
“Sure, why not. What’s your number?”
She read it off to me, along with the spelling of her name and I locked it into my phone. We stared at each other for a few before she chuckled and said, “Well okay, I hope to hear from you, Cassie.”
“Yep.”
I walked towards the exit of the Post Office and when I glanced over my shoulder, Ellison was still watching me with her hands in her jacket pockets. She smiled and then waved before placing that hand back into her pocket.
“Who was she, Mommy?” Melody asked as I helped her into the backseat of the car.
“Maybe a friend. We’ll see.”
After buckling Melody in, I got in on the driver’s side and headed home so I could be there to let Orchid in. By the time we made it, I had about ten minutes to spare, so I decided to start dinner. Kordell had been begging me to make ribs after Mischief gave him some of Laine’s, so I made sure that I would have everything in order to make it tonight since I was off tomorrow.
As soon as I was finished seasoning, I heard the alarm code buzzer, letting me know someone was at the gate, so I put the ribs into the fridge to allow them to marinate for a while.
“Come on my little helper. Orchid is here.”
“I don’t wanna,” Melody whined, removing her small apron and throwing it down onto the floor.
“Melody stop acting like that. Pick up that apron right now.”
She quickly did as I said, and stared up at me with those sad eyes she always used. She did that so you wouldn’t spank her, but it rarely worked on me. Kordell however always fell for it. Plus, he didn’t want to spank her anyway.
“That’s not gonna work. Keep trying to develop a little attitude and I’m gonna spank your little behind.”
“I’m sorry.” She hugged my legs, making me smile.
She was a little charmer for sure and I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing at this point.
Making my way to the front, I looked on the camera to be sure it was Orchid, and then I buzzed her in. Once she got to the door, I let her inside before she had to knock.
“Hello, Mrs. Benjamin, and hi, Melody.”
“Hello,” Melody and I spoke simultaneously as I led them to the dining area to get started.
“So are you sure this schedule isn’t too late for you, Orchid? I mean most kids go to school from like 10 a.m. until 2 p.m.”
“No, it’s fine. I actually like this 3 p.m. to 5 p.m. schedule. I think Melody appreciates it only being two hours too.”
“Is two hours enough? I mean her previous school kept her there for four hours and I don’t want to hinder her in any way for kindergarten.”
“No Melody is very smart, and since she’s spent time in regular pre-school, she’ll be perfectly fine trust me.” Orchid and Melody sat down at the table.
“Good, good. Well I’m happy to hear you’re good with this time frame. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of any dates or anything.”
“Girl, no. I don’t have a man, or children. I can’t wait to have a beautiful family like you. I’m older than you but you’re way ahead of me in… well everything.”
“No, I’m not. You have a stable job which is more than I can say.”
“Yes, but you’re never without a modeling gig so it really doesn’t matter, and then you’re married to Kordell Benjamin which is another win.”
“Yeah, he’s alright.” We giggled in unison. “Well, I have faith that you will be married and have some little bad ass kids of your own.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Hey!” Melody chimed in. “You said a bad word like Daddy, Mommy.”
“I’m sorry, Mel.” Exhaling and scanning the dining room I said, “Well, I will let you guys get to it. I will be in the kitchen if you need me.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Benjamin.”
“Call me Cassie.”
“Okay.” Orchid smiled and then went back to teaching Melody as I left the dining room.
***
Later that night…
I had just dozed off when I felt Kordell’s strong arms wrap around my body. The scent of his body wash and lotion caused me to inhale deeply. He was about the only man I knew that put on lotion and boy did I appreciate it. I couldn’t stand an ashy nigga, because it was so unattractive.
“Wake up, baby.” He pressed his dick against my ass as he hugged me tighter against his chest.
“Kordell, I’m tired.”
“You mad?” he asked, kissing down the s
ide of my face. He told me he’d be home around 8 p.m, but clearly that was a lie since it was 1 a.m.
“You lied.”
“No, I got caught up. Mischief made a beat right in front of us, just fucking around, but the shit was fire.”
“So.”
“And he said he was gonna sell it to somebody else, so Chaz and I recorded over it right quick so that he wouldn’t.”
“It wasn’t right quick.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I ate the food though and it was good as fuck, better than Laine’s.”
“You’re lying. You’re just saying that because I’m upset and because I’m your wife.”
Turning me onto my back, he stared down into my face while licking his sexy full lips. His dreads were hanging loosely, and he just looked so good and rough. I loved when he resembled someone you’d find in the Tarzan movie.
“So what, maybe I am biased. Everything you do, to me, you do it better than anyone else. That’s just my opinion.” Biting his lower lip, he added, “The way you walk, dress, smell, talk, take this dick…” He chuckled and so did I. “But seriously, everything is one-hundred times better when you do it.”
I knew he was being honest and it made me feel good. For the longest I only saw myself as being pretty when I was in front of a camera. Miles nor any of my little high school boyfriends saw me the way Kordell did. He made me feel like I was nothing short of perfect to him.
“You mean that?”
“Yeah, I mean it.” His voice was low as he leaned down to kiss my collarbone. “You love me?”
“I do, a lot.”
“I love you too.”
I brought his face down to mine, and then let our lips press together so we could suck on one another’s.
Finally giving into the annoying, up and coming rapper who wouldn’t leave me alone if I paid him to, was the best decision I’d ever made.
Mischief
Tonight, Ace of Diamonds wanted me to come out and show some love along with my brothers. And since my baby would be asleep, and Laine had a late photo shoot, I decided to accept the invitation.
I lost count on how many times AOD asked us to fall through, but shit I wasn’t gon’ complain. I remember a time where I used to come here for fun, and now I was getting free shit and a little bit of cash to chill.
“Bitches in here are still fine as fuck,” Kordell commented as he, Ishmael, Chaz, and I walked through. I nodded my head in agreement because he was right.
Shit hadn’t changed with the strippers here. Thankfully, some of them had moved on, like that bitch I fucked in the back, but AOD just hired some even finer bitches. It was like they kept them hidden somewhere so other strip clubs couldn’t find their asses. Other clubs had mostly white bitches, and yeah, they had some sexy ones, but they didn’t do the damn thing like the hoes up in here at AOD. I came to the strip club to see ass, titties, and the way these females could move their bodies. I wasn’t into a bitch dropping her top on her A cups and swaying off beat to rock music.
We settled in, in the area that had been designated for us, and immediately began popping bottles. We had cash already banded for us to throw, and since it was late already the club was in full effect. We hadn’t been in our section for two seconds before the bitches started to flock over, wanting to chill and shit. We let them up of course, while keeping our eyes on the female currently flying around the pole. She was thick as hell, making me lick my lips at the sight. Don’t get me wrong, Laine was better looking than all of these hoes, but I had eyes and still liked to look. Shit, I could look, right?
“I’m starting to think you come here for me.” One of the strippers smiled down at Chaz who just laughed because she and everyone else knew damn well that was a fucking lie.
“Aye, y’all the reason the cover charge was a c-note tonight!” some square ass nigga hollered up to us. We just ignored his ass. Everybody knew that when celebrities were in the house, getting in was much more expensive because everyone would be trying to come through.
“Hey, they wanna know if you can come closer to the pole.” Some dark-skinned, pretty chick with a little bit of an attitude looked at me.
“For what?”
“Can you just come?”
“Kill all that attitude, baby girl, I swear I ain’t the one. Whomever sent yo’ simpleton ass over here should have told you that. Old disrespectful ass bitch,” I hissed, making the people around laugh and instigate.
“Awww shit, he called you a bitch!” Kordell’s ass added, clearly trying to rile this bitch up and get her ass smacked the fuck up. “You gon’ let him get away with that?” Kordell added, making the girl roll her eyes at him.
“They want you close to the stage for the next girl. Please.” She was embarrassed, but her tone calmed all the way the fuck down like I’d asked her to.
Rising to my feet and inching up close to her I said, “When you want some dick, be polite about the shit. Don’t no nigga want a bitch that act like she got balls swinging too.”
Tell me why her ass nodded like she was an obedient servant. Never fails. Whenever a female comes at you with an attitude for no muthafucking reason, it’s because she wants you to bang her out but knows you won’t. I wouldn’t trade my bitch’s pussy in for a billion dollars cash, so there was no way in hell I’d be breaking off that wannabe-a-nigga ass bitch and she knew it.
I came close to the performance area, with security making sure that people didn’t touch me. When I was in place, the next stripper came out looking good as fuck. She had some little black contraption on that barely covered anything, and as soon as she stepped foot on the scene her eyes were on me hard. I gave her a slight smirk, and she shot one back before smiling widely as hell and showing her pretty ass teeth. When she turned her back to me, I couldn’t help but to admire how fat her ass was. Her skin looked like it’d been dipped in chocolate cake batter, with not an imperfection in sight; well in my eyes. Her body was toned, but she had a few stretch marks and a little cellulite, however only bitches gave a fuck about that shit. I cared about build. So as long as the bitch wasn’t shaped like a busted can of biscuits, we’d be good.
“I know the ladies see Mischief down here watching me,” she said into the microphone that had been handed to her. The women who were here made some noise for me, just as the stripper asked me to come up on stage.
“I’m straight,” I said, already knowing Laine would murder both of our asses.
“Aww, come on. I’ve been waiting to dance for you all night, baby,” she giggled sexily, flashing that pretty smile of hers again.
“And I brought this for you,” I held up the cash. “So work for it,” I stated sternly and calmly.
She licked her lips making it obvious her pussy was getting wet just from my words, and then started her moves. I made it rain over her, using up all five stacks, and when she was finished, I had security escort me back to my section.
“You know she thinks you gon’ fuck her, right?” Ishmael laughed once I sat down.
“Don’t give a fuck. She can think that shit until she gets a migraine, but it ain’t gon’ happen. Hopefully she don’t come up in here on no bullshit because I’m gon’ hurt her feelings,” I replied dryly, checking my phone to make sure Laine’s grandma hadn’t called regarding my baby. I also checked to see if my wife had texted me since the Internet moved lightning fast. Then again, she would call if she saw some shit already, not text.
About an hour had passed, and just like Ishmael had predicted, old girl came up to the section my brothers and I had taken over. The club photographer wanted pictures, so a few of the strippers that had danced for us up here wanted some with us. I could feel that other stripper watching me as I posed with two sexy Spanish ones on both sides of me. As soon as they moved from my space, she was in my face smiling hard.
“What’s up?” I said, looking down at her.
“You tell me. You’re leaving now?”
“Yeah, I am.” I nodded, tossing back t
he rest of the drink in my cup.
“Let me come t—” She paused when I quickly moved her hands from trying to wrap around my torso.
Shaking my head slowly, I stated calmly but seriously, “I ain’t say you could touch me.”
“Dang, I’m sorry. I thought we were cool.”
“How you figure?” I squinted my eyes, locking my hands in front of me.
She shrugged one shoulder and pushed her hair behind her ears.
“So, can I come with you or what?”
“Have you seen my wife?”
“Yeah, so? What does that have to with anything?” She frowned as she swayed her body slowly to the Fetty Wap song that was playing loudly.
“Because if I can fuck her why would I fuck you? And I only like pussy that’s mine. You got that friendly shit, I can smell it from up here.”
“Bruh said yo’ pussy stank,” Kordell added.
“Nigga, shut up!” Ishmael scoffed, laughing along with Chaz at Kordell’s instigating ass.
“It can be yours! I swear!” she hollered behind me.
“Nah, you keep it, sour puss. And put some Shea butter on that shit when you get a chance,” I said, before having security come my way.
I shook my head as I listened to Kordell bag on her from a distance. You could not have thin skin and be around that nigga because he didn’t care if you cried, he’d still clown yo’ ass all day.
“Mischief!” the stripper yelled.
I declined to respond because I wasn’t fond of repeating myself.
Security escorted me out to my car, and after I pulled out onto the street, I decided to stop by Laine’s photo shoot. I wasn’t tired, so I didn’t feel like going home to sit up and wait for her. I would end up working on something new, and staying up way too late.
I made it to the set location, and I guess they recognized me and who I was to her because they just let me walk on in. I’m glad nothing held me up because I would have turned this bitch upside down and round and round like that Diana Ross track if they came at me sideways. I wanted every nigga, dead or alive, gay or straight, to know that I was Laine’s husband
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