“What are you doing!” fake Ellison yelled, dropping some magazine to the floor.
“Fatima?” Ellison frowned. “You did all of this shit? And look at your hair! Since when do you have that color?”
“Wait, you know her?” I quizzed as fake Ellison or Fatima stood there looking like a deer in headlights.
“Yes, we go to the same college!” Ellison barked, eyes hard on Fatima.
Suddenly Fatima took off running, but Ellison caught up to her and jumped on her back, taking her to the floor in the living room.
“Okay, okay!” Fatima shouted as Ellison pulled on her hair. “Alright! I will explain!”
Ellison held her hair for a little longer, but then finally got off of her and let her go. I stood by the door, just in case this bitch tried to run out again.
“Talk!” I hollered as Fatima slowly stood up and dusted her dress off.
“Ellison and I go to school together at University of Connecticut, and we became cool because we had a lot of classes together and—”
“I told you Cassie was my sister!” Ellison interjected.
“Well yes, she saw me on your Instagram one day because I’m your biggest fan, Cassie, I am; of you and Kordell. I have a whole couple fan page for you guys named Kassie,” she spoke excitedly. As she talked, I just stared at her with bucked eyes, in utter disbelief. She calmed down when she saw my frightened expression and said, “So when Ellison told me you were her half-sister, I asked more about you and she told me how you guys rekindled for a little bit when she lived in Tennessee as well as some other key things. So I finished all my classes early this semester, and decided to come here to California to meet you.”
“How did you even find me?”
“I umm, I paid close attention to the background of your photos, and in one photo I recognized the atmosphere was of a Starbucks near the post office you go to. So I went to that Starbucks every day for two weeks straight, and finally I spotted you going into the post office.”
“Oh my gosh.” I chuckled, but not because it was funny. “Is this a joke? Am I on candid camera? You cannot be fucking serious!” I moved away from the door.
Fatima said nothing as she stood there looking like a sad puppy.
WHAM!
Fatima damn near flew across the room when Ellison punched her in the face. I felt my jaw hit the floor because I thought her ass was dead from that impact.
“And wait until the police finds out what you did, bitch.” Ellison snatched the front door open and left.
“Cassie, wait! Can we get a picture together? I never even got a picture with you!” Fatima called out to me as I stood in the doorway.
“No, what the fuck?” was all I said as I rushed off behind Ellison to get in my car.
My life could honestly be a book…
Mischief
I bobbed my head, listening to the track I’d just finished mixing, happy that I’d finally gotten the shit where I wanted it. I’d been in here all day working on mixing the same three songs for this damn TV show Prodigy, and it was starting to piss me off. I definitely needed to smoke something now that I’d accomplished the perfect mix.
As I lit the blunt and took in a nice inhale, I heard a knock on the door. It opened slowly, and Laine entered with Lanai on her hip. My baby girl gave me a faint smile as she laid her head on her mother’s shoulder. I chuckled seeing her small gold bracelet had slid all the way down her arm.
I quickly ashed my blunt, and waved some of the smoke so Laine and Lanai could come closer. As soon as they did, I popped some gum into my mouth and took my baby into my lap.
“Daddy missed you, pretty.” I grinned, standing her up in my lap. Like always, she just played with my chain because she was fascinated by the diamonds.
“Daddy,” Lanai said calmly but only because she was tired.
“It’s time for your nap, Nai,” Laine gripped Lanai’s little body and kissed her cheek.
“No nap!”
“Yes, nap. You’re tired as hell.”
Laine and I chortled because my baby girl was blinking slowly as hell as she kept her eyes on my iced-out chain. I sat her down in my lap so that she was leaning back a little bit. She continued to toy with my jewelry, and not but five minutes later, it fell out of her small hands as she dozed off.
“Damn what you give her? Weed?” I frowned down at my baby girl passed out like she’d just had two 40s and blunt in her system.
“No, I cooked some chicken and gave her a little bit of it mixed with rice.” Laine laughed.
I rose to my feet and took Lanai over to the couch in the back to lie her down on top of one of the blankets Laine brought with her. I then put the other one over her body, and made my way back to the soundboard where Laine was.
I pulled Laine closer to me by the chair, liking how good she looked in them tights and that top that showed her stomach. She had her hair hanging down, and her skin was glowing like the fucking sun. She said it was because she was pregnant, but she always had that damn glow. Or maybe a nigga like me was just so fucking pussy whipped that, that’s what I saw.
“Stop, Shai!” She giggled and smacked my hand when I tried to put my hand down the front of her pants. “And stop looking at me like that!”
“Like what?” I squinted my eyes, feeling my high take over as well as my horniness.
“Like you wanna do something that’s not gonna happen in here. You said someone was coming in from that show, right?”
“Yeah, but not for like twenty minutes.”
“No.”
“Let me just get some head.”
“No, nigga!” she laughed.
“Let me eat your pussy then.”
“Shai, no! Wait until we get home. And the baby is right there sleeping! You know she wakes up like that.” She snapped her fingers. “Plus, I’m not some groupie hoe.”
“You’re my groupie hoe.”
“Not today.”
“The bathroom is right there.” I nodded my head towards it.
I was not giving up. She looked too fucking good right now and I could crack a mirror with how hard my damn dick was. Just the thought of me sliding up in her shit had me about to bust inside my jeans.
Sucking her teeth, she hopped up and walked towards the bathroom. I shot up from my chair, and hugged her body from behind, pressing my dick against her little plump ass, as my hand went down the front of her body and into her panties.
As soon as we got into the bathroom, she closed the door and then squatted down to unbuckle my jeans. Removing my dick, she took it into her mouth and began sucking the tip like a lollipop with her sexy ass lips.
“Look at me,” I told her, bending her head back slightly with a tug of her hair. “Sexy as fuck. Mmm,” I mumbled, liking the way she let my dick tap the back of her throat while keeping eye contact.
“Mischief.” I heard Callie call my name and Laine quickly took me out of her mouth.
“Fuck her. Keep going,” I hissed lowly with a frown.
“No, Shai! What the fuck!” Laine whispered harshly, staring up at me with her pretty ass.
I brushed my hard dick against her soft lips, and slowly eased my way back into her mouth.
“Mischief?” Callie said my name again.
“Ignore her baby. Fuck, just like that.” I grasped Laine’s hair tighter in my hands as I watched her suck me off like a hoe on the street corner.
In no time, I was spilling all in her mouth and she took it down like a champ. Because we did shit like that more than we should have, we had everything we needed in this bathroom, so Laine began brushing her teeth after she gave me a wipe to clean myself. Once she was done rinsing with Listerine, we both washed our hands and came out of the bathroom just in time to see Callie on her way out.
“Oh, I didn’t… know you were in there,” Callie spoke slowly, eyes darting all over Laine and me.
I had my arm hugging Laine’s neck from behind, while kissing on the side of her face.
“Yeah, my bad. She spilled something on her shirt.” I let Laine go and moved around her to sit back at the soundboard. When she tried to walk by, I pulled her down into my lap and kissed her supple shoulder that smelled like cake or some shit. “You early, ain’t you?” I asked Callie who was watching my wife and I hard. I never thought I’d say this about her, but she for sure wanted the dick.
“Yeah, I just… I didn’t think it would be a problem if I showed up a little early.”
“My bad. Baby, this is Callie, one of the girls that’s gonna be on the show.”
“Nice to meet you, Callie.”
“You as well. Laine, right? I saw you in Sephora when I was buying blush the other day. You’re so pretty in person; better than the picture.”
“Thank you.” Laine smiled.
“She is ain’t she?” I locked my arm around Laine’s waist as she got comfortable in my lap.
“I can go sit back there with Nai while you guys work, Shai,” Laine looked over her shoulder at me.
“Nah. Stay yo’ ass right here.” I gripped her pussy in my hand and kissed the side of her neck, before turning back to the computer and soundboard. Head wasn’t enough so I was still on some other shit. I knew Laine didn’t want me behaving like this in front of Callie’s timid ass, but she was used to my behavior by now so she didn’t speak on it.
I turned on the track that Callie did by herself, and we all just sat back and listened to it. I then played the one she did with Sierra, and when I cut it off she was smiling hard as hell.
“I can’t believe that’s really me!” Callie exclaimed like a fucking weirdo bitch. She sounded just like that nigga Mickey Mouse.
I imitated her and burst into laughter at her ass, and Laine hit me in the chest playfully.
“You sound good, girl. You and the other one,” Laine complimented her.
“Can I ask you something?” Callie looked to Laine as I kissed all over her back. I was ready to go home and fuck.
“How does it feel to be pretty all the time?”
“I’m not pretty all the time, Callie. I’m pretty in pictures because they fix me up and have nice lighting. And you’re pretty too.”
“Yeah but not like you. Your skin is so nice and dewy.”
“Probably because of this baby.”
“You’re pregnant again?”
“Are you surprised?” Laine pointed to me with her thumb as I kissed on her back and neck, while caressing her thighs.
“I guess I shouldn’t be,” Callie laughed. “Do you—”
“Aight Callie enough questions baby girl. You’re cutting into my fuck time.” I stood up and helped Laine do the same.
“Really, Shai? Fuck time?”
“Yes, fuck time. Sex period. Beat the pussy up hours. Now come on.” I nudged Laine and she rounded the counter to get Lanai off the couch. I was dead fucking serious.
“So, will we be working together some more this week?” Callie inquired as she got up and grabbed her backpack.
“Nah, not this week. Your other cast mates got next, and then I think you come back in like two.”
“Oh… well okay. Nice meeting you Laine and thanks a lot for all of your help, Mischief.”
I just nodded, not bothering to look her way as I cut my shit off. I could feel someone watching me though, so I glanced towards the door and there she was with her eyes on me.
I really didn’t want to have to be an asshole to this girl, but if she came for me I would have no other choice. Shit it’d be better than Laine finding out and whooping her meek ass.
***
Later that night…
“Where are you going, Shai?” Laine pulled the sheet up over her body.
“Out real brief.”
“You fuck me for hours on end, shower, and now you’re leaving?”
“Exactly.”
“Tell that bitch I’m gon’ beat her ass. And then I’m gonna kill you.”
I chuckled subtly and shook my head, before glancing over my shoulder to see her pretty ass face balled up.
“If I was going to fuck another bitch I wouldn’t have showered. I’d let her taste yo’ pussy on my dick so she knows who it belongs to.”
“Shai, that doesn’t make me feel better.”
“Relax, Laine. Ain’t nobody fucking around on yo’ paranoid ass. All these hoes out here got is loose walls and chewed up clits, so I’m gravy, trust me.”
I pulled my hoodie down over my head, and then went over to kiss her on the lips.
“Aye,” I glared down at her when she tried to turn her head. “Give me a fucking kiss,” I growled against her lips. She pecked me but very gently, so I gripped her thigh and yanked her to the edge of the bed. “Quit acting stupid. You know I’m on yo’ fucking bumper.”
“You better be,” she finally grinned before I kissed her again.
I left the crib and hopped right in my Ferrari before peeling out. I made it to Playhouse on Hollywood Boulevard, and parked my shit right in front, ignoring all signs and shit. I dare a muthafucka to try and touch me or my shit.
As soon as I got out my car, pandemonium started to take over as the females in line called out to me and started acting extra as fuck.
I leaned up against my whip on the sidewalk and just waited. The homie hit me and let me know Cardio, Bodhi, Rita, and some other bitch were here, and I knew this was around the time niggas that called themselves famous liked to leave.
“Don’t touch me or my whip,” I stated calmly when a group of girls started my way.
The camera flashes annoyed the fuck out of me, but I had a bigger fish to fry right now. I waited for about five more minutes, feeling the females stare because they wanted to touch me, and the niggas watch because they wanted to know how I was able to get their bitch’s panties wet without saying much of anything. My prey finally started walking out, so I got up off my car.
“What’s up with that shit y’all was talking?” I yelled out.
Bodhi, Cardio, and who I think was Bodhi’s bodyguard, turned to look at me.
“Man, please!” Cardio waved me off.
“Nah, what’s good? Y’all was talking shit on the gram so I’m trying to see what’s up,” I laughed, knowing neither one of these niggas were about that life. I’d whooped both of their asses before and by the looks on their faces, they didn’t want that again.
“Cardio, don’t pay that whack ass nigga any mind!” Rita tugged on his arm.
“You and yo’ toxic waste pussy need to mind ya own damn business,” I let her know, sending everybody around into a fit of laughter. “Y’all want this work or what because like I say every day, I’m with the bullshit and anybody can catch this fade.” I was calm as hell, yet prepared for anything.
Cardio, Bodhi, Rita, the bodyguard, and the other bitch who was watching me like she wanted to hold my nuts, walked off without doing a damn thing. I’d expected that, but I just wanted to show these niggas. I didn’t play Internet games, I bullied niggas in real life and as a hobby.
Chapter Ten: Jade
I sat inside of the boring room that had no decor, staring at Hudson. We were finally starting our divorce proceedings and I couldn’t have been happier. I thought I wanted to be divorced from Chaz, but this nigga took the cake. Ever since he’d put his hands on me and multiple times, I’d been dreaming of the day he and I got a divorce. I could barely stand the sight of him, and I wished like hell Jayde wasn’t his baby. I wish her father was Chaz for sure. Isn’t that ironic?
“So, I’m hoping this can be done amicably, so that we won’t have to go to court. I’m happy to see that’s what you guys want as well,” my lawyer Veronica stated. She was the same lawyer I used to divorce Chaz, and because she did such a great job, I wanted her to get me out of this one too.
“Well, yes, that is how we want things to go, but your client here needs to lower the amount of child support that she wants,” Hudson’s lawyer spoke up.
“Why? Your client is a well-off come
dian, and their child is accustomed to a specific lifestyle,” Veronica explained, using the same line she used on Chaz, except this was better because I had Hudson’s baby.
“My client and I agree that $3,500 a month is just too much money, especially for a child as young as Jayde.”
“Well, I guess we will be going to court, Mr. Cavanaugh. And I can’t wait to show the judge the photos of the beatings your client here inflicted on mine.”
As Veronica gathered her paperwork and put it into the folder, Hudson leaned over and whispered something into his lawyer’s ear. His lawyer stared at Hudson as he pulled his mouth from his ear. Whatever Hudson had said, clearly shocked the shit out of his attorney.
“Mr. Darcy, I don’t think—” Hudson cut him off by whispering into his ear again. “My client here would like to sign over his rights to the child.”
“What?” both Veronica and I exclaimed together. Hudson was an asshole, but he loved his baby, or so I thought.
“My client wishes to no longer have anything to do with Ms. Benjamin; that’s what she goes by, right? And he’d also like to sever ties with the child as well.”
“Hudson, is this a joke?” I finally spoke up.
He just looked at me and leaned back in his chair. Veronica and I glanced at one another, and then she turned her attention back to Mr. Cavanaugh.
“Alright, well we can have the paperwork drawn up for Mr. Darcy to sign over his rights then. I’m sorry, this all caught me a little off guard so you’ll have to give me a moment.” Veronica jotted something down onto her legal pad.
“No problem.” Mr. Cavanaugh stood up, and Hudson followed suit, not even making eye contact with me. I watched him until he disappeared out of the room with his lawyer.
“How do you feel?” Veronica inquired once we were alone. “We’re gonna sue him for the abuse though, so don’t worry, he’s gonna pay and a lot.”
“I’m shocked. I don’t know why he would want to do this. Jayde needs her father no matter how much I hate him.”
“She needs a father that will want her, not one whose hand needs to be forced.” Veronica stood up as I nodded. “Look at it this way, this divorce just got that much easier.”
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