She’d caught my ass off guard like a muthafucka. In all my years of dating, I’d never had a woman say that shit to me. Usually women played it cool, and just sat back to see where shit went. But I guess Virginia wasn’t on that tip.
“So if I say I’m just trying to have fun, then what?”
“Then I will thank you for your time, and continue being just your assistant,” she replied honestly, forking her noodles.
For a minute, I just looked at the side of her face. I could have gotten up and left, but I hadn’t hit yet, and she was cool to be around outside of work, so I wasn’t ready to let shit go just yet.
“Oh, aight, I was just checking. But nah, I’m looking for something too. I just ain’t found nothing real, so I’ve been just doing my thing.” I resumed eating the good ass spaghetti.
“Sounds good then.”
After we finished eating, we left out to the community Jacuzzi that was attached to her condo, and got in. I hadn’t brought anything to get wet in, but my boxers would have to do. No way was I about to pass up the chance of being in the hot tub with Virginia’s fine ass. Soon as she walked out the room in that thong bathing suit, I was all in.
Once in the water, Virginia moved towards me slowly with a seductive smile on her face. Taking her hand in mine, I pulled her the rest of the way and had her straddle my lap.
“I want you to be in my video,” I admitted.
“Is that normal? I’m your assistant.”
“Oh, you’re just my assistant now? I thought we were working on something, getting to know one another outside of the work shit.” I let my hands grace her plump ass, as I took in her light golden face covered in freckles. She must have usually worn makeup or some shit, because certain days they wouldn’t be visible.
“No, we are. I just thought that’d be weird, but of course I’ll be in your video.” She smiled down in my face.
Our lips came closer together, and when I tried to kiss her she moved a tiny bit, which she thought was funny. Finally, we began kissing and shit, as my hands rubbed up and down her back while in the hot water. My hands traveled further, until I was at the waistband of her panties.
“Nope.” Virginia grabbed my hands just before they were about to go down and squeeze her ass. She had on a thong, so I was able to grip her shit anyway though.
For the rest of the night, we chilled in the hot tub, and only got out to smoke a little bit, before she sent my ass home. I just knew I had the upper hand with this shit and was about to get some pussy, but I guess not.
When I got home, I crept my ass through the front door before putting the alarm on. I then made my way slowly up the stairs and into my bedroom so I could get some fresh boxers and shower, but before I could even close the drawer back, Charmaine had turned the lamp on. I dropped my head back in frustration, not in the mood for any of this bullshit.
“About to shower?” she asked skeptically, and I could hear her ass getting out of the bed. “Because I can’t see why you’d need to shower if all you’ve been doing is recording.”
“Charmaine.” I turned to face her. “Stop with all this shit when you know we ain’t exclusive.”
“Excuse me?” She bucked her eyes, and immediately, I regretted my words. I was tired as hell, and because Virginia had gotten me so damn horny, I kind of wanted some pussy from Charmaine. That shit didn’t seem like it was gon’ happen now that I wanted to talk shit.
“Nothing. I’m about to shower. Take yo’ ass back to bed.”
“Shower because you’ve been in another bitch?” She followed me into the bathroom and started to loosen my jeans, in which she saw I had no boxers on since they’d gotten wet. “Where are your boxers, Jason?”
I rubbed down my face.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“So unless you’re fucking the niggas at the studio, you need to have an explanation as to why ya boxers are gone!”
“Look! Shut yo’ ass up, aight? I’m fucking tired! I’ve been recording all damn night, and unless you gon’ suck my dick right now to ease my mind, take yo’ stupid ass back to bed!” I barked, and like always, the waterworks came.
I didn’t give a fuck tonight though. This bullshit with Charmaine always acting like she was my bitch was getting old. Yeah, it was my fault for treating her as such, but like I said, the fact remains that she wasn’t. And lately, Virginia was where it was at, so Charmaine would be getting her walking papers soon.
Chapter Five: Bia
A few days later …
“So the movies tomorrow night, right?” Kito bit his plump bottom lip as he stood in the doorway of my office.
He was so damn handsome that I just smiled at what I saw. My favorite attributes of his were that buttery smooth chocolate skin and those slanted brown eyes. I swear he was an exact replica of Trevante Rhodes, just taller. I was proud of myself for actually not giving him any pussy so far, because Lord knows I wanted to.
“That’s right.” I giggled.
We stared at one another, making it very obvious what we wanted to do, before Kito backed out and closed my door.
We had to keep this relationship on the low while at work because we knew Guinevere would not approve. She told me specifically that she wasn’t a fan of at work relationships because once they went sour, so did the business. I understood where she was coming from, but neither Kito or me were those types of people. If we did decide to stop pursuing things, I was sure we could do it amicably.
It was my lunch break at the moment, so I was gonna go to Draylah’s brow bar and eat with her and Kattlyn. Virginia hadn’t been around much, and that was because her ass decided to have the back of the man who’d hit Draylah. I got that she had history with him, but clearly the boy needed help, and jail is probably what he needs. Not to mention, if he hadn’t have gotten arrested, I was 100% sure Ricky would have killed him.
I got to the brow bar about ten minutes later, and when I walked in, I spoke to Koya and Yavanna before going to the back where Draylah’s office was.
“Finally.” Draylah rose up from behind her desk and came around to hug me.
“I know, it was a little bit of traffic,” I replied, before leaning down to hug Kattlyn.
I was about to sit down, but Draylah stopped me. “No, please do a spin in this working woman fit.” She chuckled along with Kattlyn.
“Damn, girl, no wonder you got your sexy ass co-worker checking for you,” Kattlyn commented with a smile.
“Not even.” I laughed. “He’s not like that. I mean, he definitely likes what he sees, but it’s a little deeper than that.” I sat down on the butter leather couch along with them, as Kattlyn took out the Cuban cuisine she’d cooked for us.
“And Qamar met him, right?” Draylah inquired, piling food onto her plate. She was so cute with that belly, and I couldn’t believe she was gonna have two babies.
“Yes, he did by accident. Of all the nights he pops up, he stops by on the night of my and Kito’s first date.” I rolled my eyes. “But he didn’t cause a ruckus or anything, thankfully. I was not trying to see Qamar in another fight. And Kito might have fucked him up.” I laughed.
“You think so?” Kattlyn covered her mouth as she chewed.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Kito works out and shit, and we know Qamar’s ass doesn’t.”
The three of us burst into laughter, which seemed to last for ten minutes, before getting back to eating our food. Lunch seemed short as hell, which always happened when I ate with my girls or with Kito. It seemed as if it was only a couple minutes long. Before I left though, I got my brows done.
I got back to work, and for the next couple of hours, I just went over some stuff for the latest client Kito and I had secured. We’d gotten the superstore account, and I wanted to make sure I did a good job and found the perfect way to market them. I’d gotten brownie points for securing them, but I wanted more points for actually doing right by them. This would catapult my career for sure, and I was more than rea
dy. I’d have my degree in a few weeks, so everything was seemingly falling into place.
“Hey, you gonna stay here? I’m heading home.” Kito peeked into my office.
“Bye, y’all!” this girl from Alabama named Marjorie shouted in her thick country accent.
“Bye!” Kito and I replied simultaneously, mocking her accent like we always did. She just laughed as she left the suite.
“Umm, yeah, I am gonna stay a little bit. I have to do a little more demographic research, so I should be gone in about an hour.”
“Want me to stick around? It’s already 8 p.m.”
“No, I think I’m fine. Thank you though,” I replied softly, smiling like a little schoolgirl.
“Aight, don’t work too hard, beautiful.” Kito came all the way in and kissed my lips gently, making my clit throb a little.
I watched him walk out, and as soon as he closed my door, I exhaled heavily with my hand on my chest. Even the way he walked was fine as hell. I loved the confidence he had, his intelligence, how stable he was, and how none of that made him an arrogant asshole that looked down on me, despite him knowing about Switch.
An hour later, I was beat, so I shutdown my computer and packed up my things before leaving out. I locked up my office as well as the suite, and then made my way down to the employee lot. As I neared my car, I noticed a man leaning on my trunk, smiling as if we were long lost lovers reunited or something. He was dressed like a roughneck, but a rich one from all the jewelry he was wearing.
“Ex—excuse me,” I stammered, scared as hell. I knew he had a gun on him; it was obvious. And I was so mad I hadn’t let Kito stay with me.
“Bia George?” he asked with a wide grin, even though I was sure he knew exactly who I was. He got up off the car, and I saw he was pretty tall. He was a normal looking dude; brown skinned, short fade, and minimal facial hair. He was nothing spectacular, but he wasn’t ugly.
“Can I help you with something?” I tried to sound a little bold, but I was scared as hell.
“Yeah, I need to get in contact with ya boyfriend. He’s been dodging me. He knows he owes me some money and he took his ass to rehab with no warning.”
Qamar.
“Okay, well for one, if you’re speaking of who I think, that is not my boyfriend. Secondly, he really didn’t go to rehab willingly.”
“Whatever. Where is he?” The guy got up close to me, and his cologne was so strong. Nigga had on about six jackets like he was from New York or something.
“I don’t know.”
“Look, bitch!” He grabbed me up my blouse collar. “I’m not into these fucking games you and that basehead are trying to play. Just like you got a boss, I got a boss I have to report to, so if I don’t get my fucking money, somebody is gon’ die.”
“I told you I don’t know!” I shouted with a shaky voice, just as some bright headlights damn near blinded us as a car whipped into the parking lot.
“Aye nigga, let her go!” Kito barked, hopping out from his car.
The man looked over his shoulder to see who was talking, as he kept his grip on my blouse. He dropped me as Kito rushed him, punching him in the face. To my surprise, the dealer didn’t throw a punch back, he just looked at Kito, tapped his lip to see the blood, and then chuckled.
“Tell that bitch to have my money or it’s a wrap for you and him,” was all he said before turning his back to Kito and me, then walking off.
“You aight?” Kito took me into his arms and hugged me against his chest. I locked my arms around his torso and closed my eyes so I could calm down. I was so scared for my life just a minute ago. “It’s aight, Bia.” Kito rubbed up and down my back. “You know who that nigga was? I’m 100% sure that muthafucka was a drug dealer.”
“Yeah, he was,” I whimpered. “I’m fine, but thank you.” I leaned my head back to look up at him.
Kito leaned down some until our lips touched, and we kissed for a little bit before he finally let me go. I wanted to fuck him right in that lot because I was so turned on due to my already budding attraction to him, and the fact that he’d saved me. And I knew he was good in bed, just by the way he talked to me and the way he touched me even when not trying to be sexual. But I refrained because it was way too early. We’d only been talking for a little over a month, and these days, I wanted to pace myself.
Kito walked me to my car, and then once I unlocked it, he opened my passenger door for me. I tossed my arms around his neck, and he locked his strong arms around my body. I was so surprised yet turned on when his large hands went down some and grasped my ass. He applied the perfect amount of pressure, causing me to moan.
Chuckling, he asked, “You good?”
“Fuck you, goodnight.” I got into my car, feeling the wetness in the seat of my panties. He just laughed and closed my door for me.
I left my job, and I planned to go home, but decided to stop by Qamar’s house. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he needed to alert the presses that he and I were no longer. This was the second time someone pressed me at my job about him, and I was not feeling it. It was not only annoying, but it made me look bad and was dangerous.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Once I got to Qamar’s, I hopped out the car and rushed to his door before beating on it. I rang the doorbell in between, because I wanted to make sure his ass heard me.
“What!” The same woman who was pregnant by him, Lacie, yanked the door open. “Oh you, what’s up?” She tightened her silk robe. I admit, I was surprised as hell to see her here, but then again, nothing Qamar did amazed me anymore. And at least he was seemingly handling his business.
“Where is—”
“Bia.” Qamar came up behind Lacie. “Aye, I got it,” he told her, and then turned back to me with a look of concern. “You aight, ba—” he stopped when I put my hand up.
“Look, some nigga came to my job, and snatched me up over some money you owe him. You—”
“Bia—”
“No, you need to let all your people know, including your baby mama, that I am not with your ass anymore! All of your fucking drama, wrap it the fuck up and keep it away from me, you got it?”
At this point, Qamar was like a fucking bug that I couldn’t get rid of; a stubborn stain in my shirt.
“Who the fuck snatched you up?” He stepped outside.
“Your fucking drug dealer! He wants his money! Get it to him so he can leave me alone, okay?” I turned to walk away, and Qamar grabbed my arm, which I yanked.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I been meaning to get—”
“I don’t care, I really don’t. Just keep your people away from me, and especially away from my job.”
“I got you.” He nodded.
I went back to my car and when I got in, he was still standing in the driveway. I heard Lacie call his name, but he ignored her, watching me until I had reversed and pulled off.
***
The next afternoon …
KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Come in!” I shouted. I’d just gotten to work since I had class this morning, and I was tired already. Being in school and having to work was a struggle, but I was almost at the finish line.
“Good afternoon, Miss George, there is a Qamar out front for you.” Donna peeked over her shoulder then turned back to me. “The rapper, Qamar.”
“Thank you.” I chuckled. “You can send him back.”
Donna nodded and left my office. I didn’t know what this nigga was here for, but if he came here with some bullshit, he could save it.
“Hey.” Qamar walked in, closing the door behind himself.
“What?” I rose to my feet. I watched Qamar’s eyes travel down my body, admiring the ruby colored sleeveless blouse I was wearing, along with a tight, black, pencil skirt. “Hello!” I snapped.
“Right, uh, I knew this was probably ya lunch time and shit, so I brought you something to eat.” He lifted the bag and placed it on my desk.
“Don’t you have something better to do?” I laughe
d.
“Actually, not really. I mean, I could record, but my album ain’t really a priority at the label no more.” He sighed.
“Hmm.” I sat down. “Why is that?” I knew he’d been getting dragged for blood all over the media, but I was too busy to really be following the trail of Qamar’s music downfall.
“Well you know, the shit I did with Nadine came back to bite me in the ass. I’m not really making Bankroll Records any money at the moment. I’m costing more than I’m making. I’m losing shows, got piling lawsuits, and just a bunch of other shit.”
“I want to feel bad, Qamar, I do, but—”
“Nah, I know. Like my mama said, some people gotta learn the hard way, and I think I’m one of those people. Some shit like this needed to happen for me to see that I couldn’t continue to just disregard people and use them how I saw fit because of who I was.”
I nodded. This was a different Qamar, and I definitely liked it; but not in a romantic way. The disrespectful, immature, mood swing having asshole had left the building temporarily.
“Well, I am glad you finally see the light. I was worried you would never figure it out.”
“Yeah.” He looked down at his hands for a little bit. “Losing you, my career, and Ricky was definitely a wakeup call for me.”
“So Ricky still hasn’t budged, huh?” I knew that already via Draylah, but I didn’t want to make it seem like I was all in his business.
“Nah, he hasn’t. I tried getting over the shit, trying to psych my mind out about it, but it ain’t work.” He chuckled and so did I, just to ease the awkward moment.
“You need to maybe work a little harder to get your friend back then, Qamar. You can’t expect a few apologies to make him forgive you. I know the things you said to him.”
“Work harder? If I even approach him, that nigga is gon’ fuck me up.” He grinned widely.
“Well, is it worth it? Would you rather live the rest of your life with no Ricky AK or get your ass whooped a couple more times and have your friend back?”
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