Truthfully, I did want Savian back at one point, but as time went on, I really got over it. I wished someone had told me before, but having friends helped you get over shit much easier and quicker. I’d been so busy working and then hanging out with Draylah, Kattlyn, and Bia, that Savian was rarely on my mind. I sighed dejectedly at that thought, because I was praying Draylah didn’t stop being my friend.
Placing my purse down on the table inside of the warehouse, which was swarming with staff, I took my iPhone out.
Me: Draylah, I’m sorry. I called the police as soon as he showed up. Please don’t stay mad.
“Hey, how you doing?” Frisk approached, prompting me to put my phone away and look up at him.
“I’m good, how are you? Ready to do a video, boss?” I smirked when I saw his eyes drop down over my body after we hugged.
“Yeah, I am.” He looked off for a minute. “While I do this first scene though, I need you to reply to a couple emails for me. If anything confuses you, just hold off and I’ll answer once I’m done, aight?”
“Sure.”
I went to sit down, and then got right to going through his emails on the laptop he’d handed me. He had about one hundred of them, so I had plenty to do. For the first fifteen minutes though, I kept seeing the same number text him over and over again. I only caught a glimpse of a couple of them, and they seemed to be from a female. I was tempted to check them so badly, but I knew that was doing way too much.
About two and a half hours later, it was lunch time, which I’d set up for food to be catered a week ago per Frisk’s request. We both made ourselves a plate, and then sat in his dressing room, just the two of us, to eat.
“You a good ass assistant, always on yo’ shit.”
“Thank you. I take my job seriously.” I smiled. He chuckled a little bit, giving me a lustful eye.
“I like what you got on.”
“Do you?” My brow raised. I was sitting across from him in a swivel chair, and I had my legs crossed.
“Yeah, I do. My last assistant looked nothing like you, that’s for sure.” He gulped some of his drink and then placed the cup on the table next to the couch. “Can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead.”
“I heard that you and Wonder used to mess around a little bit. That true?”
“What? No, he has a wife.”
“I know that nigga got a wife, but I’m also privy to what kind of marriage them niggas got.”
“You are?”
“Hell yeah. Their chemistry is nonexistent. You can tell they’re together because they gotta get that paper. Plus, Carla got a little something on the side, between me and you.”
This nigga Frisk was spilling all kinds of tea for me right now. I even guzzled down some of my drink as I listened.
“Wow, well like I said, I was not sleeping with him. I just worked for he and his wife, nothing more.”
“So you’re telling me he wouldn’t mind if I got to know you better?”
“Umm, no.” I was jumping up and down on the inside, but I played it cool on the outside.
“Cool, so sometime next week, I wanna take you out. I don’t gotta ask if you gon’ be available since you work for me. I will definitely make sure you get the time off.” He licked his lips, and the thought of sitting on his face entered my mind.
“Sounds like a plan.”
I knew I said I wasn’t gonna fuck with my boss again, but I promise this would be the last time…
Chapter Four: Draylah
“Fuck, Draylah, suck that shit,” Ricky groaned, gripping my hair as I bobbed up and down on his dick. “Shit,” he grumbled in his sexy voice, as my eyes ran up his six-pack.
This was an unexpected dick sucking session, so here we were in the den, getting it popping. I let his dick hit the back of my throat as I allowed my saliva to completely coat his rod, while twirling my tongue around his head every time I pulled back. After a few more slurps and sucks, he pulled me off of his dick by my hair, and just stared at me with a lust-filled expression.
“You so fucking nasty, with yo’ pretty ass.” He slowly let his tongue glide across his lips, and like always, I was captivated by how rugged yet handsome he was. “I don’t even know what I wanna fucking do to you yet.” His lids lowered, as his teeth sank into his bottom lip.
Whenever he got like this, I knew I was in for some hardcore sex. I loved it, but I had somewhere to be. I only came down here to tell him I was leaving, but somehow, he’d finessed me out of some head.
He gently pulled me up into his lap, and started pushing my dress up while sucking on my neck. His big hands groped my ass cheeks roughly once he had my dress up at my waist, and then he spanked me hard, which had me super wet that quickly.
When he pulled my panties to the side, I said, “Ricky, no, we can do it when I come back.”
“No, we gon’ do it right now,” he responded lowly, before sucking my lips while rubbing his dick up against my pussy.
Lifting me a little, he brought me down onto him slowly but forcefully, until his long thick dick was all the way inside of me. My body trembled when I hit the base of him, and he smiled seductively while moving my body up and down effortlessly. Gripping his broad shoulders, I dug my nails into them once he started to hump upward, tearing my pussy to shreds.
“Ricky,” I whimpered against his lips before he slipped his tongue into my mouth, steadily pounding my pussy without missing a beat.
He went faster, deeper, while we kissed nastily, and before I knew it, I had cum three times.
“Damn,” he growled, before dropping his head to suck on my neck as he held my thighs tightly in his big hands.
He pummeled me a few more times, and then let loose of his load inside of me. We kissed for a little bit, and then he helped me up off of him. My legs were so damn weak though, so he held tightly onto my arm as he fixed himself in his sweats and then stood up as well. We went to the bathroom downstairs, and undressed before getting into the nice warm shower.
“You still find me alluring even at my worst,” I half joked as we pecked, letting the double showerhead hit our bodies.
His showerheads were to the side because he was too tall for the ones that were supposed to hang over you. It was hilarious to see him try to shower when we stayed in hotels.
“You’re carrying my babies; this is most beautiful I’ve ever seen you.” His large hand graced my belly, making me smile.
Ricky washed my body, and then his, but I did his back for him. We stole kisses here and there, and by the time we got out, I was so relaxed I had almost forgotten I had somewhere to be. So I brushed my teeth again, quickly made Ricky a sandwich, and then slipped into some maternity tights and a top, before getting ready to leave.
“I will be back soon, okay?” I peeked into the den to see Ricky playing his stupid Madden video game, while eating his sandwich in between.
“Aye, where yo’ ass going?” Ricky inquired, eyes focused on the television as he played.
“I’m going to my aunt’s house. She’s home.”
“Aight. If you ain’t back here in an hour, Draylah, I’m running up in that shit, guns blazing.”
Chuckling, I replied, “Thanks, baby. I know you have my back.” I walked over to lean down and give him a kiss, but of course, he started to rub his hand between my legs, as we sucked one another’s lips. “No, Ricky, I have to leave.”
He let me go, but watched me with a salacious look on his face until I was out of the den. Once outside in my car, I hurriedly pulled out of the driveway, beyond anxious to get to my aunt’s.
Angie had come through for me and texted me as soon as my aunt Charlie came walking her trifling ass through the door. I wasn’t sure where she’d gone, but her ass had seemingly fallen off the face of the damn Earth, at the same time I’d found out about Lily being alive. It was almost like she could sense that I’d found out, and got the hell out of there. She wasn’t even showing up to Zebra, and once Ricky got out, he had
to hire a temporary manager because the girl Charlie had put in charge wasn’t cutting it.
Pulling up in front my aunt’s place, I parked, blocking the driveway just in case her stupid ass tried to run up out of here. I was a little upset that I wouldn’t be able to do much, because I was very pregnant, and though I hated Charlie, I didn’t want to risk my babies’ lives for her. But best believe her day would come. For now, I wanted answers to questions, like why the hell she did what she did, and even more importantly, where the fuck was my mother.
Ringing the doorbell, I waited, tapping my foot impatiently until Angie came to answer the door. I quickly slipped in past her, and darted to the back, ignoring Angie speaking to me. I didn’t care about saying hi; I wanted to get to my aunt.
“Oh!” My aunt Charlie squealed when I burst into her bedroom like I was the police doing a raid. Her eyes widened, and her face scrunched up in confusion when I slammed the door behind me and locked it. “Draylah, what the hell is wrong with you?”
For a minute, I stayed silent, shooting daggers at her, and trying to see if there was any way I could whoop her ass without bringing danger to my children.
“I met Antonia Getty.”
“Great, who is that?” Charlie asked nonchalantly as she dug through her drawer for a t-shirt.
“You know exactly who she is, and if you don’t stop pretending, I’m gonna break your fucking neck.”
Looking up from the wooden drawer with a baffled expression, she replied, “Draylah Omari, how dare you talk to me that way! I don’t know who the hell that woman is, and if you’re not gonna come out and tell me, then stop talking about it—”
“She is the woman you fucking sold my baby to!” I hollered so loudly I swore I felt my twins move. “Don’t fucking sit here and act like you don’t know who she is, bitch!” I growled as I moved towards her, wanting to rip her fucking head off. “The next thing out of your stupid ass mouth better be an explanation, Charlotte, or I swear I am gonna punch your face in.”
By this time, we were so close that what I exhaled, she inhaled, and I wasn’t playing around. I could already visualize exactly how I was going to smash her face like a cartoon character if she didn’t quit trying to play me. I hated her so much right in this moment that I was wishing I had allowed Ricky to come so he could knock her ass out with ease.
“Dray-Draylah, sit down, okay. Sit down—”
“No. Tell me why the fuck you felt the need to sell my baby.”
Swallowing hard, she whispered almost, “Draylah, times were very hard at the time, sweetheart; you were there, you remember. We could barely put food on the table for the four of us, and then you had Lily. No one’s checks were enough, and we were about to lose the house, our vehicles, pretty much everything we had if we didn’t move fast.
I was desperate for money, me and your mother, so we both began looking for ways to you know, umm … make some cash.” She swallowed hard again as I clenched my teeth together to keep from socking her. Licking her dry lips, she continued in a skittish manner. “So, during our search, I ran across this site where people who were desperate to adopt were willing to pay large sums for babies since they couldn’t get a child through adoption agencies.”
“Oh my gosh.” I felt my heart beating out of my chest almost, so I sat down on her bed to calm my nerves. It didn’t help much, because my legs bounced rapidly as I cupped my knees and exhaled slowly and repeatedly. “Finish!” I barked when I realized that she’d stopped talking.
“So I told your mother that you know, we uh…” She looked to me then away nervously as she fidgeted. “I told her that we needed to take advantage of that opportunity while Lily was still new. She was worth more at that age, and if we waited too long, not only would her value decrease, but also we’d lose everything.” Charlie stopped when she saw me tearing up. “Draylah, sweetheart—”
“No! Finish!”
Running her fingers through her hair, with her eyes closed, she exhaled and added, “But your mother wasn’t willing to go along with it. She thought … she thought I was crazy and basically said no, it wasn’t happening.”
“So you got rid of her,” I stated instead of asking. The pieces were coming together seamlessly at this point. “How?”
“Someone snatched Lily when she was putting her in back of the car at the grocery store. And as expected, when your mother saw the person get into a van with Lily, she hopped into her car and umm … she chased after them down a specific path. And uh … there was a diesel truck waiting, and once he saw the kidnapper’s car go past him, he gunned it out and … killed her,” Charlie spoke softly, letting out a tremulous breath.
Shaking my head as tears began to ski down my face, I asked, “How could you do that to her? To me?”
“I didn’t want to, Draylah, I swear! I loved your mother; she was my sister for God’s sake! But we needed the money! We needed it to take care of you, Angie, ourselves … and, and, she was getting in the way of that!”
“So you sell my baby!” I shot up off the bed angrily. “And kill my mother?” my voice trembled right along with my hands because I was in complete shock.
“You were sixteen fucking years old, Draylah! You did not need a damn baby, okay? You couldn’t pay for shit for that damn child, but just because you wanted her, your mother and I should be forced to support her? I don’t think so! You got along just fine without Lily, I’ll say!”
WHAM!
I went for a straight punch, sending that bitch flying into her dresser. She groaned in pain, and gripped her back.
WHAM!
I backhanded her, causing her to stumble off to the side and palm her face. I kneed her in the stomach, making her gag and then drop to the floor with tears in her eyes.
WHAM!
I kicked her in the face like I was trying to get a field goal. Blood covered her mouth and nose, as Angie yelled for me while twisting the locked knob repeatedly. She could hear her mother wailing, but I didn’t care.
“Draylah!” Angie shouted. “Draylah, open the door!”
“That was for Lily and me, bitch, and for my mother, I have something much greater for you.” I smirked and rubbed her hair back as she sobbed hysterically.
Walking off, I unlocked the bedroom door and yanked it open, causing Angie to almost fall on me.
“Oh my gosh!” she screeched when she saw Charlie. “Mama!” Angie rushed to her mother and I just proceeded out. I decided to let her have that time with her mom, because she wouldn’t be here much longer.
I went straight home from Charlie’s, crying my eyes out the entire time. Hearing that my mother was maliciously murdered hit me hard as hell. I guess a part of me was expecting Charlie to tell me my mom had left town or something, but instead, I got hit with a harsh reality. I should have known my mother wouldn’t just up and leave me behind like that, but I wanted to believe she was alive out there like Lily.
When I walked into the home I shared with Ricky, I could hear Young Jeezy playing, which meant he was working out. Not wanting to be alone because for some reason I was frightened, I followed the sound of the music.
Getting to the doorway, I watched Ricky run on the treadmill shirtless, with a pair of compression tights, basketball shorts, socks, and Nike running shoes on his bottom half. Sweat dripped down his sexy, strong, caramel back, making his body look even more like a work of art. The tattoos that decorated his frame gave him that gangsta appeal that I loved.
Walking further in, I rounded the treadmill so he could see me, and when he did, he used the remote to mute the game he was watching.
“You had ten minutes before I pulled up on her muthafuckin’ ass.” He grinned and stopped the treadmill. When he saw my facial expression, his smile faded completely as he wiped the sweat off with a towel. “Talk to me.” He sat down on the bed he used to lift weights, and gently grabbed my hand in his to bring me into his lap.
“She told me everything, and I thought I wanted to know but … I didn’t.”
I began to cry, and I didn’t want to right now. Ricky hugged me tightly, rubbing my back. “She killed my mother, Ricky.” I wailed like a child into his chest. I didn’t care about the leftover sweat getting on me. “I was hoping she was alive!”
“I know, baby.” He caressed my back and kissed my cheek. Finally, he picked my face up off his shoulder and kissed me slowly. Oddly, that calmed me down a little bit. “So what you wanna do? You let me know, and I’m gon’ make it happen.”
“I…” I shook my head.
“Draylah, it’s me. It’s just me and you right now, and you know you can tell me whatever you wanna tell me, right?” He raised a brow, and I nodded. “Aight, then, so tell me what you wanna do, and I’m gon’ make that shit happen by any means necessary.” He bore into my eyes. “I know you got a good heart, baby girl, not to mention, I ain’t in a place to judge you. No muthafucka would blame you for wanting what you want, and if they tried, I’d fuck ‘em up.”
I hesitated for a few moments, but then I remembered this was Ricky. If I wanted anyone to know my true feelings, it’d be him. I knew he had my back, just like I had his, and no matter what happened in life, he and I would always be there for one another. This was the one person I didn’t feel the need to put on for, or fake the funk, so I let the hesitation go.
“I want her gone,” I finally whispered.
“Then that’s what the fuck we gon’ do,” he replied instantaneously.
I scooted my body closer to his as I stayed seated in his lap, and then I cupped the sides of his face before crashing my lips against his.
Chapter Four: Qamar
A couple days later …
I sat in my therapist’s office, contemplating on whether I should bounce or not. Last time I was here, the bitch pissed me off, trying to blame a bunch of shit on me, and I didn’t agree. I probably would have stopped coming, had Bia not told me her feelings the night of her stupid ass date.
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