She tried to hold out, but eventually did what I said and relaxed that damn frown. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with no bratty ass hoes. Especially not one with a long ass back like her.
Just as Sierra finished the hook, Teryll walked her stupid ass in.
“Hey, what did I miss?”
“Man, you shouldn’t have even come.”
“I had something to handle for my son, so sorry if I can’t put my work before everything else like some people.”
“That must be why I’ve never heard of yo’ ass and why after this season you’ll probably be some broke bitch begging to suck off the producer of the show for a check.”
“I’m gonna ignore that.” She placed her shit down then mumbled, “Rude ass nigga.”
“Aye, when you sing, I know you be into that shit but in order for me to record it, you have to sing it into the damn mic, aight?”
“Okay,” Sierra nodded. Bitch was in there doing the Stevie Wonder, making the song sound like it was going in and out because of all the damn head movement she was doing.
“Did you have to curse at her?” Teryll asked.
“Yep.” I sat back and checked my phone to see I had a text from Laine and another DM from that bitch whose picture I liked earlier.
Wifey: I hate you.
Me: Keep talking that shit and watch how I handle it when I get home.
“What if she tells the producer of the show you cursed at her?”
“He wouldn’t do anything. We’re cool, and he wants the best for his show, which is why he hired me. He knows if I ain’t doing the music it won’t be the best.” I winked at Teryll to fuck with her. “And plus, baby girl ain’t gon’ say shit.”
“Why, because she wants you? Everybody don’t want you, nigga.”
“You did.” I looked to her briefly. “Probably still do. Dressing in club shit to come to the studio.”
When I got no response, I knew I was right.
After two more fucking hours of working with this no ass having amateur, we’d finally made it to the end of the song. I needed her to double it, but that would have to wait or else we’d be here all night.
“So what about my phone?” Sierra asked as I slid my backpack onto my back.
“Oh yeah. Clean that shit up.” I powered the equipment down and checked the DM old girl sent me.
GabrielleMari: I know you saw my message, it told me. Lol. You like what you saw and I damn sure like what I see. I’ve had a crush on you since you came on the scene.
I just put my phone in my pocket and shook my head. Her ass was super fat and the vision wouldn’t leave my mind. I ran my hand down my face to hopefully help.
“What happened to it, Sisi?” Teryll asked, referring to Sierra’s phone.
“Mischief broke it!”
“Y’all ladies have a good one. And remember be back here tomorrow at the same time so we can hopefully get to the next track.”
I didn’t give them a chance to respond, I just left out and headed home.
By the time I made it to my crib, it was around 8 p.m. I went upstairs to check on Lanai, and she was knocked out with her pretty ass. Leaning down, I kissed her face and just watched her for a minute or two before going to find my wife. I spoke to Laine’s grandmother whose room I passed on the way, and then I ended up in Laine’s and my room.
I saw she was in the bathroom, so I sat down to take off my shoes and jewelry. By the time I had my shirt and jeans off, she was coming out in her short ass robe. Her sexy ass legs had me on one, and seeing her slightly frowning just made me want to fuck her even more. The room’s light was off, but the light from the bathroom illuminated the bedroom enough.
“You mad?” I quizzed, walking closer to her. She backed away until she hit the wall, and just looked up at me. “Huh?” I pulled the string on her robe to make it come apart as I towered over her. “Oh you ain’t gon’ talk?” I chuckled.
I put my hand between her legs and enjoyed the warmth as I kissed on her neck. She tried to pretend like she wasn’t into it, but her pussy started to get wet as hell in no time. I was sucking the life out of her neck like a damn vampire too.
“Mmm,” she whimpered softly, still trying to play stupid ass games.
Pulling my hand from her pussy, I led her to the bed, and then removed her robe completely. Holding the sides of her face, I kissed her lips gently, and of course her ass didn’t reciprocate.
“I’m sorry about the picture, baby,” I said before sucking her lips.
She closed her eyes, and when I slipped my tongue into her mouth, she did the same. Still attached by our mouths, I laid down on top of her on the bed. Quickly pushing my boxers off, I placed her legs in the nooks of my arms, before forcing my way inside.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her lips at the feeling. “Damn.”
I moved slowly in and out of her, liking how warm, tight, and gushy it was. I sucked on her jawline as I pressed her hands into the bed, locking her in place since her legs were still hanging over my forearms.
“Ahh, uhh,” she cooed softly, as I plunged so fucking deeply inside of her that I almost screamed like a bitch.
Dropping my head down, I toyed with her nipples using my tongue, and sucked them hard, causing her to whimper. I flicked my tongue over the nipple rings a little bit, before coming back up to tug on her bottom lip with my teeth.
I began to circle inside of her, slamming in hard and pulling out slowly until her body shivered from cumming.
“This shit is so fucking wet,” I grumbled against her ear before sucking it.
Pinning her hands to the bed even harder, I covered her mouth with mine and started beating it up. I could tell she wanted to gain some type of control, but the position I had her in wouldn’t allow it.
“Tell me you love me, Laine,” I demanded, pounding her pussy hard as fuck, causing her juices to coat me perfectly.
“I-I lo-love yo-ou, Shai!” she cried out.
“What’s that hate shit you was talking? Huh?”
“No—noth— thing!” she yelled, which made me laugh a little bit because her answer didn’t really make sense. That’s how I knew I was in that pussy good.
I sped up, making our bodies slap together, and enjoying the sound of my dick plunging inside of her sopping wet walls. Gripping a handful of her hair, I yanked it back and bit down on her neck as I went harder, making her yell out.
“Fuck,” I growled, feeling myself about to bust. This was some pussy that could never get old to me.
Finally, I let loose inside of her just as she exploded again.
“You know that Instagram shit don’t mean nothing to me,” I said, staring down into her face, dick still inside her throbbing pussy. “Neither does any other bitch walking this Earth, Laine.”
“I know I’m sorry.”
“And you know a nigga ain’t never going nowhere, right? Yo’ pussy is too muthafucking good and it’s mine.”
She nodded as I unpinned her other hand, before she draped her arms over my shoulders. She hugged my neck tightly, bringing my face into hers, as we slid our tongues into one another’s mouths.
Erynne
A week and a half later…
After that incident with Helene and her crazy ass boyfriend, Rodney, everything had seemingly gone back to normal. Helene was back at work regularly, and never missing any days. I told her I was thinking of hiring someone and that she could take time off, but she assured me that, that didn’t need to happen. I wanted what she was saying to be true, because as I explained before, Helene was somebody I really trusted and I didn’t want anyone else running my shop while I was on tour with Chaz. But if she couldn’t get it together, I would have to do what I had to do.
I sat in my office, staring at the clock to see if Helene would come in on time. She was supposed to be here at 10 a.m., and it was now 9:52 a.m. My iPhone was clutched tightly in my hand, waiting to see if she’d be late. I was gonna go in on her ass if so.
By the ti
me the clock hit 9:55 a.m., I heard her rushing in and speaking to some of the girls. I quickly stood up and then peeked my head out of my office door just in time to see the back of her head.
“Helene, come talk to me once you put your stuff up, okay?”
“Alright!” she yelled from within the locker room.
I went back to my office to wait, and sipped some of my water because my stomach was hurting. I didn’t know what the problem was because my period wasn’t due, and I’d had a good breakfast, but for some reason my stomach just didn’t feel right.
“Hey, you wanted to talk?” Helene came in and closed my door behind her.
“Yeah, I— can you take the shades off.” I chuckled awkwardly, wondering why she had them big ass shades on in the first place.
“I’d rather not.”
“Why?”
“I had Lasik eye surgery and my doctor asked that I keep these on, so no… I can’t take them off.”
“Helene, how can you work if you can’t see?”
“I can see. I had the surgery yesterday.”
“When? You were here from 10 a.m. until 7:45 p.m., so when did you have the surgery, at night?”
“Erynne, what did you need to talk to me about? I’m sure it has nothing to do with my shades so can we please get on with it.” She plopped down in the chair across from my desk.
“Look Helene, I try to be nice because I’m not the tyrant type, but you need to remember that I’m your boss. I don’t disrespect you so you need not disrespect me. I cannot help that I’m worried about you and that you want to lie to me about eye surgery.”
I saw a tear slide down from under the shades, before she finally removed them from her face. One of her eyes was swollen shut, and the other was bruised badly.
“Honey, did Rodney do this?”
Helene was three years older than me at twenty-seven, but oddly I felt like I was older than her. Our lives were different, with mine being more together and hers falling apart like Jenga.
“It’s really not that bad. It’s been worse.” She laughed a little but then it ceased once she realized what was coming out of her mouth I guess.
“You have to leave.”
“How, Erynne? I mean I make good money here but I can’t just leave. You cannot just wake up and leave Rodney. Plus, he has access to all of my money.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s my man! I’m sure Chaz has access to your money!”
“Chaz is my husband! Who, by the way, doesn’t put his hands on me and send me to work looking like a human punching bag!”
This little Raggedy Ann ass bitch was getting on my nerves trying to compare what I did in my marriage to what she did in her unhealthy ass courtship.
“Like I said, Rodney is not to be fucked with, and even if I could leave, he has access to my money and he will snatch it.”
“I can help you, Helene, if you want help. I can pay for you to stay somewhere if that’s what you need.”
“Erynne, I can’t ask you—”
“You’re not asking, I’m offering. This man will kill you, Helene. Let me just have my husband speak to his uncle and he can see if he has any open places that he can move you into ASAP okay?”
“How soon is ASAP?” She lightly wiped her tear stained cheeks. Seeing in her eyes how badly she wanted to get away broke my heart.
“After you get off tonight, go home, pack a bag if you can, and then come back. I will take you somewhere, even if it’s to my house. But do not tell Rodney, I don’t care how many times he apologizes or says he loves you. And if he shows up to my house on that crazy tip, my husband will kill him. And trust me Chaz is a crazy that none of us, not even Rodney, wants a part of okay?”
“Okay. Thank you so much, Erynne.”
“Anytime.” We both stood up, and I came around to hug her. “Now, I’m gonna go home to meet my husband because we’re going to visit his fan that’s sick.”
“Oh, the one with cancer.”
“Yep, her. I’ve been trying to meet her for the longest but the timing is never right. Anyway, she was recently close to dying, so I want to meet her before it actually happens.”
“Wow, that’s nice of you, the both of you.”
“Are you okay with staying? You can sit back here in my office and just check on them every once and a while.”
“No I’m fine. I’ll just keep my shades on and tell them my Lasik eye surgery story.”
“Okay.”
I grabbed my purse after hugging her again, and then left out, saying bye to my stylists.
I was excited to meet Chaz’s fan Chanel because he was really smitten with her, and I could tell that her condition really bothered him. Chaz was such a good guy and it was what I loved about him. It was almost comical to think about how he could be this little sweet guy with soft curly hair one minute, then this raging bull the next. He was exactly like the Sour Patch candies in the Sour Patch commercials. I shook my head as I pulled into the roundabout driveway of our gorgeous home.
“Hey, you ready?” Chaz asked me as soon as I came into the bedroom.
“Yep, just gonna change my shoes.”
Looking over his shoulder at me, he said, “Why do you need to wear heels, Erynne?”
“Because I want to. I only wear tennis shoes to the shop.”
He just tittered and shook his head.
When I was done putting on my heels, I brushed my hair down, and then started out the door to get Cevynne, but Chaz hugged me tightly from behind. He cupped my vagina, and started kissing on my neck as his other arm hugged my body.
“Baby, we have to go.”
“I know, just chill. You smell good and I feel like I ain’t seen you all day.” He whispered into my ear before kissing it.
Chaz was tall and built, as you know, so his grip on my body and my vagina were pretty strong.
“My stomach hurts too.”
“‘Cause I was deep in it last night. I apologize, baby.” That probably is what it was because I was fine until after last night.
He finally let me go, so I went to get my baby who was sleeping. I placed her in the carrier, and then the three of us left to go meet Chanel.
Their house was really nice, and Chaz didn’t want to park in the driveway but I made him. I wasn’t about to carry Cevynne and this heavy carrier up that damn incline; not while in these heels. Chaz ended up carrying the baby anyway, but the heel theory still applied.
“Chaz hi— oh, who is this?” Chanel’s mother, I’m assuming, answered the door. Her smile immediately faded upon seeing me.
“Hey, Louise, this is my wife, Erynne. Chanel wanted to meet her, and my wife wanted to meet Chanel as well. I hope it’s aight.”
“Well… I don’t like Chanel having too many visitors, but sure. This one time is okay I guess.”
“Thank you.” I smiled and she just gave me a quick closed mouth one. “This is our baby girl Cevynne,” I told her as we followed her into the nice home.
“Like the number seven?”
“Yeah, but it’s not spelled that way,” Chaz explained.
“Oh how… eccentric.” She cheesed and then turned back around to lead us to the back.
We entered a big bedroom, and I saw the girl lying in her bed. She was beautiful, but you could tell the disease had taken a bit of a toll on her.
“Chaz!” She tried to sit up, so her mom helped her. “And you brought Erynne.” She grinned harder.
“Hi, Chanel, it’s nice to meet you. And this is our baby—”
“Cevynne. Isn’t that strange?” Louise chuckled. Only thing saving her from a tongue-lashing was the fact that I knew psycho Chaz would get in my ass for acting up.
“Mother.” Chanel looked her way before focusing back on Cevynne. “She’s so pretty. She looks just like Chaz. She even has his hair and his lips.”
“I know,” I agreed, watching my pretty baby try to eat her hand. “All she got from me was my complexion.” I took Cevynne out,
and sat down next to Chaz with her in my lap.
“Chaz, I made some lunch and lemonade, so I hope you’re hungry… well you and your wife. Would you help me in the kitchen please? I usually wouldn’t ask but it’s a lot to carry and I don’t have Vincent anymore.”
“Nah, you good.” He stood up, hitting me in the face with his sexy cologne. As he walked by, I touched his big hand out of reflex. I was so in love with him that sometimes I just wanted to touch him. He stopped to look down at me, and then pecked me before following Louise out.
“Do you like being married?” Chanel quizzed.
“Yeah, I do, actually.”
“My father said he hated it. I wonder why some people like it and some don’t.” She sighed and glanced at Cevynne briefly.
“I think it depends on the people in the marriage.”
“Makes sense. I would have loved to get married.”
“You still can,” I smiled.
“No, I don’t even have a boyfriend, and I won’t be here much longer to get one. It’s okay though. At least I got to meet my favorite rapper and his beautiful family.”
I felt so horrible for her, and it amazed me how calm she was.
“You’re very strong, Chanel. Most people would be broken having to endure what you’re enduring.”
“I was at first, but I’ve learned to accept it over these months.”
“Months?”
“Yeah, I got diagnosed six months ago.”
“Oh. So you found out about it pretty late then, huh?”
“No, it was early on. My mother found out and she told me since it was so early I would be fine, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.”
Something about all of this was beyond strange to me. I didn’t know too much about cancer, but my dad’s cousin had ovarian cancer and she wasn’t as sick as Chanel until about a year and a half later because she caught it and started treatment early. I knew everyone was different, but six months was short to me, especially considering the fact that she’d caught on to it early like my aunt.
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