“Did you see how I looked after?”
We both began laughing.
“Hey, it’s a hard decision, but you have to decide on that.” I shrugged and peeked into the bag to see what he’d brought me.
“Hey, Bia. Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had company.” Kito had come in. His cologne and his attire had my eyes fixed on him as if he were my prey.
“Oh yeah, just a friend,” I replied.
“Alright, well, when you’re free, just call my office and I will come through,” Kito replied and winked at me, making me blush.
“Will do.”
Kito left out, and I had almost forgotten Qamar was even in the room until he cleared his throat and said, “Wow.”
“What?” I frowned.
“You actually like that nigga. I thought you were just dating him to make me jealous, but I see that ain’t the case.”
“Qamar, I told you us being apart is not to teach you a lesson. It’s what I want.”
“Okay, so when can I get my damn turn for a date?”
“Keep up this act and I may bless you with one.” I started eating the rice and chicken he’d brought me from this Peruvian place.
“Aight.” He nodded, watching me.
Chapter Six: Micah
“I wanna thank y’all for coming out to see me tonight.” I smiled at the crowd as I paced the stage. “I really appreciate that shit,” I added, making them scream and holler.
I performed one more song, my newest single, “Get Ready,” and ended the show after that.
Tonight, the small concert was in San Diego, and since I only came to do this show and had to turn right around, I couldn’t wait to get back to my hotel and sleep. I wanted to have a little afterparty, but a nigga was too beat to even sit in the club and pop bottles.
I think a part of my fatigue issues was because of all the female drama I had going on; the shit was bringing me down. But no longer was I gon’ be on that bitch shit, crying over the bullshit I had to deal with in my personal life. Isla had played my ass, and even though I hated to say it, she got me good. She got me better than some of these niggas out here, but it was nobody’s fault but mine.
I played dumb to the suspect behavior and shit because I loved her, and tried to work through shit I shouldn’t have just to be with her. Even right now, I had love for her but just because you loved somebody didn’t mean it was meant. Not to mention, I couldn’t quite place my feelings for Kattlyn. Something in me was running deep for that sexy ass girl, but she too had played me, so I wasn’t rocking with it. But damn was it hard; that was hands down the best pussy I’d ever gotten.
“Welcome to the Fairmount Hotel, MG, I hope your stay here is marvelous,” a female greeted me as I stepped out the back of the all-black Yukon.
“Thank you.” I nodded, checking the place out. The shit was nice as hell, so I’d be sure to thank my assistant for hooking me up.
“Your room is ready, and Marlon here will be helping you with your bags.” She smiled.
It was a weekday, so weren’t too many people in the hotel, making it fairly quiet. I told my bodyguard, Lev, he could go ahead and do his own thing since I doubted I’d be getting rushed by some fans.
“Excuse me, is there a bar or something?” I asked one of the hotel clerks. I was tired but too stressed to sleep, so I in fact, did need a drink.
“Yes, of course we have a lounge.” She placed a paper on the desk and started to draw. “Just follow this right here and it will take you right to it. Go ahead and let them know your drink tab will be on the house.” The young girl smiled brightly.
“Thanks.”
I did as I was told and ended up at some dimly lit lounge with soft music playing. I liked the atmosphere because I felt like I was in Spain or France or some shit like that. I found a seat at a small table, and when the waiter came by, I ordered a small plate of food to snack on, along with a vodka soda.
While I waited, I replied to few emails, and contemplated texting Kattlyn to see how she was doing. I believed deep down that was my baby, but I refused to be made a fool of. I mean, she was a damn hoe for a living, so how the fuck could she be sure that was my kid? I was done being the nice guy that females thought they could play with and walk all over; nah, fuck that shit.
“MG?” I heard a soft voice say my name, so I turned a little bit and looked up to see a bad ass female with long golden hair.
“You know me?”
“Not like know you, know you, but I’m a fan of yours.” She smiled softly, eyes sparkling and shit.
“Here is your vodka, MG, and the tacos should be out in a few.” The female waitress named Amber approached the table.
“Thanks.”
“Should I get something for you, or?” Amber looked to the pretty ass girl who was smiling widely, who then looked to me for approval.
“Go ahead.” I nodded. Once Amber took the girl’s order and walked off, I asked, “You see the show?”
“Of course I did. It’s the only reason I’m even out here. I don’t live in San Diego, I’m from L.A.”
“Word, me too. It’s nice down here though. I don’t come down here much, but I may have to start.”
“What? Do you only travel when it’s for work?” She frowned. Damn she was beautiful as hell; not as beautiful as Kattlyn, but she was top five for sure. Her body was crazy, and her smooth vanilla complexion was vibrant as fuck.
“Yeah, I guess I do.” I gulped down my drink and waved for another. The bartender nodded, and soon after, the waitress delivered my drink and old girl’s.
That damn bartender was heavy handed as hell though, because I could already feel the warmth from being a bit intoxicated. Usually, I would slow up right about now since I was a bit of a lightweight, but shit, for what?
“Damn, you need to start getting out more. I love to travel, but my budget only allows me to dilly dally around the U.S. for vacation.” She sipped her drink, which was a cosmopolitan.
“You know you fine as shit, right?” I smiled, not able to keep my thoughts to myself any longer.
“Thank you.” She tossed her hair back and stood up. She adjusted her jeans purposely, and posed a little bit for me, getting my dick hard. “I’m glad you like what you see.”
I nodded just as the food came, and I asked the waitress to bring a bottle of Hennessy and some empty glasses. This pretty ass girl and I chatted it up, while eating the small plate of food, and tossing back cups of Hennessy. I was past my limit, but shit, you only live once.
“Micah?” I heard someone say my name, and when I looked up from the table, I saw Isla’s homegirl, Diana.
“Oh, what’s up, D? Oh shit, this is…” I cocked my head. “What you say ya name was?” I slurred, blinking slowly as fuck.
“Glory,” the pretty girl smirked.
“Well glory to God,” I replied, making us both laugh, as Diana took a seat at the table.
“You don’t mind if I join the party, do you?” Diana raised a brow at me and I shook my head. Glory looked like she wanted to speak up, but she kept quiet. Glory. Glory. That name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it, especially not while I was twisted like a damn tornado. I knew for sure I didn’t know her well though.
“Aight, ladies, I’m gon’ call it a night.” I stood up, almost falling. I pulled some cash from my pocket and added, “This shit is supposed to be on the house, but if not, here is some cash for y’all to continue.”
“Don’t leave.” Glory pouted, cutely.
I really wanted to fuck this girl, but I wasn’t sure if I had any condoms. Fucking with Isla, I used to purposely not travel with them so it’d be easier to stay faithful, and now I was kicking myself for being caught up in that routine.
“Yeah, don’t leave,” Diana added. Diana was a cute chick, more on the basic side, but what intrigued me about her was that she was hoe ass Isla’s friend.
“How about I take this bottle and we go up to my room then?” I offered, and
they both stood up to come with me.
When we got to the room, we immediately began taking turns drinking the big ass bottle of Hennessy. My ass had no damn business continuing to drink, but I was using the shit to forget about my problems for a minute. And I was not gon’ turn down drinking with some fine ass females; namely, Glory.
“I love this song!” Glory began to wind her body to “Work” by Rihanna since Diana had turned some music on with her phone.
When she started to dance on me, my dick got hard immediately. Before I knew it, she and I were kissing as Diana started to pull on my shirt. Once my shit was off, the two of them began to kiss and undress one another. They were both ass naked in no time, and that’s when I remembered again, I didn’t have a condom. Shit.
“Aye, umm, either one of y’all got something,” I said, dick so hard it hurt. Diana was laid on her back naked, and Glory was lying between her legs as they stared at me, waiting.
“Check my purse,” Diana said. I grabbed up the wrong one, but then quickly dropped that one to grab the one actually belonging to Diana. I grabbed the condom from the side pocket, and ripped that shit open with the quickness.
Once I rolled it down, I grabbed Glory’s fine ass up and slid right into the pussy from behind.
“Mmm,” she whimpered as I fucked her ass hard. I kept stroking her deeply, while holding tightly onto her small waist. Once she came all over me, I was gon’ switch, but her pussy was too good, so I kept going. I knew I would nut early if I kept going, so once she exploded again, I pulled out and laid down so Diana could mount me.
“Fuck,” I growled, liking the way her pussy muscles gripped my dick as she rocked back and forth on me.
When Glory started to suck Diana’s nipples, the sight became too much for me, so both Diana and I exploded at the same damn time. I was way too beat to get my ass up and clean up, so I dozed off right fucking there with a smile on my face.
I woke up a little bit later and the room was dark as hell, sending me into panic. I shot up, but then realized the both of them were still lying on the sides of me. Kattlyn had my ass paranoid after she robbed me that one time, so I was thankful I hadn’t been dumb enough to experience that shit again.
“You okay?” Diana asked as she laid on my chest, catching me off guard.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I looked to my left to see Glory had her back to me, sleeping on her side.
Exhaling heavily, I closed my eyes and dozed off.
***
The next afternoon …
When I woke up, Glory was gone, but again, she hadn’t stolen from a nigga, thankfully. Diana was still here, and somehow, we ended up fucking again, but one on one. After that, she left, and I hopped my ass in the shower before brushing my teeth
Once I was dressed, I gathered all my luggage and shit since I knew it would be time to head back to L.A. in an hour or so. As I zipped my shit up, my phone started ringing, and I saw it was Isla. A smile spread across my face because I knew her ass was only calling for one reason.
“What?” I picked up.
“You fucked Diana?”
“If I did? Why does it matter to you? Don’t you got Don?” I hissed, a little upset. Whooping that nigga’s ass twice just wasn’t enough for me for some reason. The punishment just didn’t fit the damn crime in my eyes.
“No, actually, Don and I been broke up, nigga. But it doesn’t matter to me that you fucked Diana. I’m not even surprised, she’s been wanting you for the longest. I just wanted to say good luck.”
“Good luck? For what?”
“Because that bitch is clingy as hell.” Isla roared with laughter. Clapping, she added, “Oooh, nigga, you don’ fucked up. Once she gets a man, she never wants to let go.”
I didn’t want Isla to know, but she had a nigga’s blood pressure on one hundred talking the way she did. I had a gut feeling Diana was off when she laid on my chest like we were a married couple, but I just thought she was being a sensitive ass female. And then I fucked her again, alone. Fuck!
“Yeah, right, Isla. Get off my line,” I spat before hanging up, tired of hearing her loud ass laughter. I prayed like hell my plan to hurt Isla didn’t backfire, because Lord knows the last thing I needed was some crazy bitch on my bumper.
I left San Diego about forty-five minutes later, and when I got home, I didn’t even go inside; I drove straight to Ricky’s spot. Once in his driveway, I texted him to let him know I was here and that I needed to talk to him about some shit.
“Don’t be coming over to my crib unannounced, nigga.” He frowned as he let me in.
“Nigga, I umm, I had a threesome last night,” I blurted out right in the foyer. “Oh shit, is Draylah near?”
We started walking to the den area.
“My boy!” Ricky reached to slap hands with me, but I swatted him. “Fuck wrong with you, nigga? You finally a man.”
“No.” I looked around him a little bit.
“Draylah is not here, bruh. She’s out with Bia and Kattlyn.” He folded his arms. I could tell he was irritated by how on edge I was.
“Look, one of the bitches I fucked was Isla’s homegirl, Diana.”
“Even better.” Ricky grinned.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought until Isla told me she was clingy. I don’t know how to deal with crazy females!”
“Calm yo’ ass down, nigga. You deal with a crazy ass female the same way you deal with these other hoes. Let that bitch know if she do some dumb shit, you gon’ break her fucking neck.”
“Aight, yeah. I don’t know why I asked you.” I sighed. “Maybe Isla was fucking with me.”
“At least it was a threesome and not some one on one shit,” Ricky just had to say. When I dropped my head, he said, “You fucked her one on one and during a threesome? Nigga, that’s yo’ bitch now.”
“No, she caught me off guard! It wasn’t like I rolled over and fucked, she started stroking my dick—”
“I’m gon’ stop yo’ ass right there. I don’t need no fucking details. How you fuck her though?”
“Missionary,” I mumbled, hating the word as it rolled off my lips. Ricky threw his arms out and sighed.
“Micah, don’t do player shit when you know you ain’t no player, muthafucka.” It was quiet before he asked, “Was the other girl cool?”
“Yeah, some girl named Glory. I know that name from somewhere but I can’t place it.”
Ricky burst into laughter with his evil ass.
“Micah, nigga, no.”
“What?” I frowned.
“That’s Draylah’s ex best friend. The bitch who was with the other bitch I had to handle,” he explained, and I plopped down onto the couch.
This had to be a fucking joke. The one time I decide to do some adventurous shit, it’s with two of the worst females in L.A. I wasn’t sure how to handle this shit, and Ricky’s crazy ass wasn’t no damn help. For now, I was just gon’ sit back and live life regularly. I’d have to cross the clingy bitch bridge when I got to it.
Chapter Six: Draylah
The afternoon …
Ricky and I were up in the bedroom, lying in the bed as he rubbed my belly. It was so big now, and I couldn’t wait to get these kids out of me. I was always tired, and it was getting harder and harder to do the simplest things. Also, in addition to going to class, I had to work, and then I’d started up a YouTube channel, moving my brow videos over there instead of only Instagram.
With YouTube, I was able to take more time to do tutorials, unlike with Instagram, where I had to keep it short and cute. I didn’t expect my channel to take off, but the only video I’d uploaded garnered two million views, and I had a little over seven hundred thousand subscribers in less than a damn week. That, plus my already large following, had my brow bar busier than ever, but my pockets were very healthy.
Ricky got out of the bed, and grabbed a t-shirt from his drawer before pulling it down over his head. I hated when he had to leave me, but I knew he had a full plate, trying to
work on his next album while still promoting the current one, and building up his record label. Not to mention, shit in his personal life; our personal life. The plan to take Charlie out was gonna happen, but since I didn’t want Ricky to do it all alone, we decided to wait until I gave birth, which would be very soon.
“What time are you coming back?” I sat up.
“In a few hours. I’m just meeting up with that editor nigga about my music video. Nothing major; just wanna make sure his ass ain’t getting paid to lay the fuck up.” Ricky pulled on his hoodie, and then a black L.A. hat. “Aye, but I’m gon’ be back just in time to eat, aight?” He towered over me on the bed, giving me that sexy crooked smile before biting his lip. It didn’t matter what he said when he smiled, because I would no longer be listening.
“Okay,” I spoke lowly before he kissed me a few times. His cologne was so inviting, and when he touched my thigh with his big art covered hand, I wanted to pull him down on top of me.
I watched Ricky leave the bedroom, and then I got out of the bed. I felt tired already, but there was much more of the day left. I slipped my feet into my house shoes, and then grabbed my iPhone before heading down to the kitchen. I needed to figure out what I was gonna make for dinner tonight; it was a special night and it had to be perfect.
My phone rang as I scoured the inside of the stainless steel fridge with my eyes, so I reached to grab it off the counter. I saw it was Alex, the guy working my hit and run case with the insurance company, so I answered. Thankfully, Virginia had come through and had the man, Vigo Camacho, arrested the same day the police and I had dropped by.
“Hello?” I answered, pulling out what I needed since I’d decided on lasagna.
“Hi, Miss Omari. I don’t mean to bother you this evening, but I just wanted to give you an update on a few things. So as stated, the young man who hit you was arrested, and we planned to take further action, along with the police; however, we’ve hit quite a snag.”
“What kind of snag?”
“Well, he was murdered this morning, Miss Omari. Someone slit his throat, and by the time the guards found him, he’d been bleeding for too long. So of course, we can’t press any charges against him for the hit and run crime, but the insurance he was on, they’ll still cut us a check for the damages. I hope this is enough at this time.”
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