“Damn you look good.” He smirked, stepping in some to slowly wrap his arms around me.
“You too.” I smiled. He was wearing a light blue, three-quarter, button-up shirt, dark blue jeans, and some all-white low Nike Air Force. His brown skin looked smooth as always, and his hair and beard were lined up perfectly.
“Aight, well, let’s go.”
I locked my front door, and then followed Frisk to his BMW where he opened the door for me. I loved how nice his car was and that he kept it clean. Wonder always had gym clothes and shit in his car, making it smell sometimes.
We ended up at Sharkees, this bar in Huntington Beach that had really good drinks. When we got there, we were seated at a table in the back since the music playing wasn’t as loud towards the back. We immediately put our drink orders in, along with some chips and salsa and buffalo chicken.
“So I’m serious as hell about you being in that video.” Frisk threw his arm along the back of my chair.
“Here you go.” I smiled, sipping my drink. It was strong as hell. “I told you I’d do it. But it bet not be for no Tip Drill type shit because that ain’t me.”
“Of course not. I would never ask you to do some shit like that.” He rubbed his hand down my thigh, turning me on.
“Just making sure,” I spoke softly as our lips came together.
Our gentle pecks turned to lip sucking, and before I knew it, our tongues were doing the tango. I was all into it, until the sound of someone clearing their throat halted us both. Turning to look, I spotted Carla standing there with a large MCM bag hanging from her forearm. She had a smile on her face, but not a nice one.
“Carla?” Frisk and I both spoke up at the same time.
“Hi, Frisk, can I borrow Virginia for a quick second,” she responded nicely. I never heard this bitch talk with that tone unless she was handling business.
“Sure, yeah—”
“No, I don’t need to be borrowed. If you wanna talk to me, find me another time. I’m busy,” I cut Frisk off.
“Either we can talk right now, or Frisk can join our conversation. And from the looks of how cozy you two are, I highly doubt you want him privy to our conversation details.” Carla fake smiled but then dropped it.
I then remembered that I didn’t want my situation with Wonder to get out just yet, so I got up.
“Be right back.” I kissed Frisk and then followed Carla until we were outside. Once out there, she spun on the heels of her Louboutins and faced me.
“Okay, so pretty much, it’s like this. Now that you’ve decided to quit, Savian is acting stupid. The only thing he’s working on diligently is his deejay career, but he’s slacking on our empire. This is all because of y’all’s little break up, and honestly, I do not have time for it. So what you need to do, is get your job back, which I’m offering right now, so this fool can get back on it.”
“Thanks for the offer, but first off, he fired me, and secondly, I have a new job.”
“Just sleeping your way up, I see.” She grinned. “I don’t care about your new job. You signed a contract with us and you need to fulfill it. If not, I will sue your ass.”
“And if you sue me, I will let the world in on your little secret! How you and Savian are only married on paper, and just keeping up appearances for your brand.”
“Oh no, honey, we’re married sexually too. I hope you didn’t think fucking you was enough, because it wasn’t. I just use him for dick, unlike you. And you can tell what you want, but it won’t do anything for you once you get slapped with this lawsuit for breaching a contract.”
“I’m not quitting my job. I make way more and—”
“Either you work both, quit with Frisk, or get your ass sued. You signed a contract that said you would be our assistant for eighteen months.”
“Look, I will come back, but I need you and your husband to know there will be no fucking of any kind. The work I handle will be from home, and I will only see you two in person if it is absolutely mandatory.”
“Deal.” She half smiled, and reached her hand out for me to shake.
“Fuck you,” I spat before turning to go back inside.
“Oh, and I’ll let you tell Savian that you’re fucking Frisk. He’s cute; good job, girl!” She winked, and I just rolled my eyes.
I walked back to the table Frisk was sitting at, and on my way there, I noticed he was on the phone. Just when I pulled my chair out to sit down, he whispered something and hung up. I wanted to ask who that was, but I was sure it was way too early for me to be interrogating. I didn’t wanna seem crazy or clingy, but I also didn’t want to be naive. Frisk was an up and coming rapper, had a nice amount of cash, good looks, and fame, so women were a dime a dozen. Shoot, I knew niggas who only possessed a dime sack and their mama’s car that got a lot of women.
“My manager,” Frisk said out of nowhere. I gave him a confused look, playing like I didn’t care. “I knew you were wondering who it was.”
“Oh boy, please, I wasn’t even thinking about that.”
“Sure.” He laughed, shoving a boneless wing into his mouth. “You’re good as fuck at what you do; very professional and shit. You gon’ do this forever?”
“Absolutely not! I plan to get into artist management or something like that. I enjoy assisting, but I want to get into something like A&R or, just managing a music career.”
“That’s dope. I can see you doing that shit. You’re smart as hell and got your shit together. You take ya job seriously, and I like that.” Frisk nodded.
I hadn’t been complimented by a man I was interested in, in forever. Vigo had spent the last couple of years in a drunken stupor, so he couldn’t find the time, and Wonder only complimented my looks, nothing about my inner person.
“Well thank you. That means a lot to me because I love my job.”
“It shows.” He kissed my neck softly. “So you coming to the crib right?”
“I am.”
Frisk and I finished the food, and ordered one more round of drinks before we left Sharkees and headed to his place. We weren’t even in the door good before we started kissing hard as hell. He scooped me up, and carried me right into the kitchen, placing me on the counter. Slowly rubbing up my thighs, he grabbed onto my panties and started pulling them down before dropping lower and placing my thighs onto his shoulders.
“Shit,” I moaned, feeling him suck my clit just right.
I palmed the back of his head, and began to wind my hips against his face. He kept up with me, attacking my pussy viciously until I was cumming so hard my body quaked.
Rising to his feet, he began tonguing me down as we undressed one another further, and once he had his dick out, I began to stroke it. Thank God he was working with something.
Frisk pulled a condom from his wallet, rolled it down, and then pushed his way inside of me, making me feel so damn good I wanted to cry. As he rocked in and out of me, holding my ass cheeks firmly, his tongue circled my nipples.
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, digging my nails into his smooth back.
“Shit,” he grumbled, bringing his mouth up to mine for us to kiss as he continued to slam into my pussy.
I was dripping wet, and when I released, our sex only got more slippery. Frisk sped up his pumps, as I ran my hands up and down his head and through his hair. I hadn’t been dicked down this good since Vigo was sober. Wonder was pretty good in bed too, but he ate pussy better than he fucked.
“Oh shit, mmm.” My voice shook just before I came again. Frisk was right after me, jerking hard in my embrace as he let out a throaty moan.
“Yeah, you gon’ be mine,” Frisk whispered against my lips as we breathed heavily.
I responded with a deep kiss, as he carried me out of the kitchen and up to his bedroom.
Chapter Six: Qamar
“Qamar, you choose the worst nights to pop up on me.” Bia laughed, standing behind the door.
“My bad. I called you but your ass ain’t answer.”
“Fine, come in, but I will be going out in a little bit, so you can’t stay too long, okay?” She looked to me and I nodded as I followed her back to her bedroom. On the way there, Taya crossed us, so I stopped her.
“Aye, I just want to apologize to you, Taya, for coming at you foul. I know you were just looking out for ya sister, and shit, I don’t blame you. So like I said, I’m sorry for being an ass to you, and I’m sorry that you saw or heard what I did to your sister.”
Taya’s eyes darted from me to Bia, and then back to me before she said, “Thank you for the apology.” She continued to the kitchen, and Bia and I continued to her bedroom.
“So you going out with that nigga from ya job again?” I took a seat on her bed and she nodded as she checked herself out in the mirror. Damn, that nigga was putting in work. “Well, I’m free whenever you decide to give ya boy a chance.”
Bia turned to me and half smiled.
“What about your baby and your baby mama? Seems like you should be worried about that more than me.”
“I’m dealing with that, and I can deal with yo’ ass at the same time,” I replied.
Even though therapy was helping me handle the shit in my life head on, instead of pushing it to the side like I usually did, this baby shit with Lacie was killing me.
My affair with her ass was one of my biggest regrets, not only because I didn’t want a kid with her, but because her nigga was crazy. So far, he hadn’t done much to me but tell me my album was low on the priority list. And if you knew Greezy’s ass like I did, then you’d know that was nothing. It was almost like the longer he took to fuck me over, the more on edge I became.
“Okay, just making sure.” She hung one of her dresses up. “Just let me know when you want to do something. I prefer weekends, because during the week, I am slammed.”
I said nothing as I watched her pick out item after item to get ready for another nigga. Every day, I switched back and forth between giving up on her ass, and deciding to continue to pursue her. The thought of her constantly going out with that nigga was pissing me off, mainly because it was obvious how into his ass she was.
“You know once I take yo’ fine ass out, you can’t be fucking with that nigga from ya job, Bia.”
“Excuse me?” She raised her brow.
“You heard me.”
“Yeah, I did, but I was giving you the chance to switch it up. I am fair game, Qamar, I told you that. Just because we have history does not mean you get one up on anybody. Hell, if anything, you have a disadvantage. You want me, you have to win me over.”
“What if I don’t wanna do all that shit? I mean, fuck, some of the work I put in should count, Bia.”
“It doesn’t. And if you don’t wanna put in the work then don’t, Qamar. I’m not forcing you to. You’re the one who has decided that despite all the damage done between us, that you want this. I know you haven’t worked for much in years, but this right here will be the first.”
I contemplated for a bit, letting her words sink in. I had enough shit going on, and the last thing I needed was to be in competition with another nigga. However, I had to remind myself that Bia’s attitude towards me was because of my failure to take responsibility for my bullshit, and like everything else I’d ruined during my tornado of bad actions, this shit would take time to fix.
“You right,” I finally spoke up.
“You know, you’re so calm now. I guess this is the real you.” She chuckled.
“I guess so.”
“I’m about to get dressed, so you have to leave the room. You might as well go home.”
“Aight, damn, can I get a hug then? Some kind of damn loving?”
“Fine.” She moved closer to me, and I wrapped my arms around her small shapely frame.
I let my lips graze her cheek, and then her neck, inhaling her perfume. As always, my dick got hard as hell, but I knew I’d be going home with blue balls. I couldn’t even fuck Lacie because she was close to giving birth and on bedrest. Maybe I’d go out and scoop a groupie or two.
“Bye, beautiful.” I smiled down at Bia and she gave me a finger wave with her brow raised.
I was kicking myself. If only a nigga could go back in fucking time and change myself before I went too damn far.
I left out of Bia’s crib, and as I came down her porch steps, I ran into her fuck ass date.
“Wow.” He laughed.
“Fuck you say?” I hissed, already on ten because I was envious as a muthafucka.
“I said ‘wow,’ nigga, you deaf?” he spat back. I admit I assumed homie was a square, but I guess he just fronted for his job like most Black people. “Every time I look up, yo’ ass is sniffing around Bia like a damn puppy dog with ya bitch ass.”
“She likes puppies,” I smirked. I ain’t want him to know Bia wasn’t giving my ass no play.
“Nah, she feels bad for puppies, nigga. She told me all about her baby man ass ex who treated her like shit, and even though she didn’t say a name, I can put two and two together.” He sized me up with a cocky smirk.
Bia giving him information on us had me hot. Yeah, she tried to keep it a secret, but still. The only time you did shit like that is if you were really feeling somebody, so she must have for sure be taking this nigga seriously.
“Yeah, well I don’t give a fuck what she told you, bruh. Get out my damn face and go on ya date. You ain’t got many more left.” I turned my back to his ass.
“I think I got plenty left. But I just don’t get why you don’t let her be. Bia is a good girl, has a lot going for herself, and she deserves a certain type of nigga. You honestly think you can be that? Huh, Mr. Rapper? How long you think you can put on this ‘good guy, I’ve changed’ act? Don’t drag Bia down with yo’ ass just because you wanna be with her. Light skinned niggas.” When he was done, I heard his footsteps distancing, before he jogged up the porch steps.
What he said to me had me thinking hard as hell. Yeah, right now I felt like I was good and could stay good, but who knows how long that shit would last? I still found myself having a few urges to get high, but I would usually smoke weed or focus on something else to rid myself of that urge. The last thing I wanted to do was get Bia back, then fuck her ass over again. The old me wouldn’t give a fuck about doing her dirty; if I wanted her, I wanted her. But now that I was starting to see shit a bit differently, I agreed that Bia deserved a certain type of nigga, and I wasn’t sure I was there yet.
Shit, this nigga Kito didn’t seem like too bad of a guy at all. Only reason I ain’t like his stupid ass was because he was in the face of the woman I loved. And she did like his ass. Fuck! I was beyond confused.
I realized I was still standing outside, when my phone started ringing. I pulled it from my pocket to see it was Lacie.
“Yeah.” I exhaled, massaging my closed eyes out of frustration. I was not built for this shit.
“When will you be back?” she whined. “I’m bored here and I need someone to talk to, Qamar.”
“Soon, soon, aight?”
“Okay. Bye, baby.”
I hung up the phone without responding, and saw I had a text from MG.
MG: Ricky and I are at Playhouse. You bet not say I told you either.
I got excited as hell reading that text. I was more than ready to run up on Ricky, and at least try to get that nigga to talk to me in person. Trying to contact him virtually had been unsuccessful thus far, and now I was desperate.
Yeah, I don’t give a fuck what y’all say; I was desperate than a muthafucka. I was at the age and point in my life where making new friends and homies was damn near forbidden. MG, and especially Ricky, were two niggas that I knew were thorough. I wasn’t about to just let that shit go. Ricky was like my damn brother.
I quickly left Bia’s crib, and headed to Hollywood where the club was at. I was only gon’ be here for a minute since I knew Lacie wouldn’t let me be great.
“Qamar, how you doing?” the bouncer greeted me.
“I’ve been b
etter. Let me in real quick though so I can have a word with the homie.”
“Right, go ahead.” He moved to the side and allowed me in.
I texted MG to ask what section they were in, and once he hit me back, I barged all the way through. I spotted him and Ricky, along with Kenneth, Dimitri, Automatic, and Frisk, so I sped up, happy I had gotten to the right spot. The guy guarding the VIP section let me by with no questions, since I usually hung with this crew.
“What’s good, everybody?” I shouted, prompting Ricky to look my way, as I slapped hands with Kenneth, Dimitri, and Automatic. I watched him crack his knuckles and chuckle angrily, before running his hand down his face.
After slapping hands with MG and Frisk, I stopped in front of Ricky and said, “What’s up, AK?”
He sat back against the VIP couch, and squinted his eyes up at me before toking on the blunt smoking between his fingers.
“Fuck out my face, Qamar,” he finally said.
“Look, Ricky, I know what I said was fucked up. I wasn’t in—”
“You wasn’t in what?” he frowned. “You better not insult my fucking intelligence by saying you wasn’t in yo’ right muthafuckin’ mind, nigga. You may be able to fool everybody else, but I know yo’ bitch ass. You were lucid as fuck, and let ya mouth write a check ya ass couldn’t cash. Now look at you, up in the club begging like a hoe for my attention.”
It pissed me off seeing everybody in VIP clench their teeth, trying not to laugh at my expense. I missed the days of being on that side, watching Ricky kill another muthafucka’s self-esteem. But shit, now I was on the receiving end.
“Got damn!” MG commented with his two-faced ass. When I looked his way, he shrugged and downed his drink.
“I deserved that, bruh. And you right, I was in my right mind. But I’ve been working on myself, and we gon’ be fathers around the same time. Like, this is a time where we should be our tightest, bruh. Just like you changed for Draylah, I’ve been changing too, but for everybody around me,” I preached.
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