“Bye you two!” Maia cooed.
“Peace,” I replied, holding Draylah’s hand.
“I better not see you after I give birth, but bye, girl!” Draylah grinned and waved with her psycho ass.
“Why you so fucking crazy?” I hugged her from behind as we continued to the elevator.
“You like it.” She giggled as I rubbed her belly from behind.
Chapter Seven: Frisk
The next night …
Tonight, Bankroll Records was holding a signing party for a nigga, and I couldn’t be more excited. All the hard ass work I’d put in was finally coming together for me, and I could only thank God. A few times over the past years, I’d wanted to give up on this shit because I felt like I was chasing a dream that I couldn’t quite get off the ground. So to be in this moment was legit a damn dream come true.
Virginia was coming to the party with me, and that, I was happy as fuck about too. Charmaine was still in Colorado with her son, and usually, I would be on her bumper to hurry back, but I was good with her being gone. I liked being able to have Virginia in the crib, or spend time with her when we weren’t working, without Charmaine blowing me up. Not to mention, Charmaine being in a different state than her kid made me feel bad, even though I had nothing to do with her decision.
I stood in the middle of the mirrors in my bedroom, admiring the expensive suit I was rocking tonight. The shit with Bankroll was something upscale, so everybody was to be dressed up. The shit was gon’ be cool to see a bunch of hardcore ass rappers dressed like businessmen. Once I fastened my icy watch around my wrist, I grabbed my iPhone and car keys so I could head out to pick Virginia up. On my way down the stairs, Charmaine started calling, so I answered on my way out the door.
“What’s good?”
“Nothing, I just miss you.”
“I miss you too,” I half lied. I liked Charmaine, so some nights, I did miss her when Virginia wasn’t on my mind.
“How much?”
“A lot, but look, I’m about to drive, so I’ll hit you when I get back to the crib or maybe tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah, tonight is your signing party! Baby, why did you let me leave town knowing this was coming up! It completely slipped my mind!”
“Nah, you good. You need to see your kid, Charmaine. Maybe you should stay for a couple months. I can break you off for hotel fees or whatever.”
“No, he’s good with just his father. I’ll be home soon, baby, and good luck tonight, okay?”
“Yep, thanks.”
I quickly hung up, and then turned some music on before speeding out of my driveway. I got to Virginia’s condominium about twenty minutes later, and blocked her driveway. I made my way up her walkway and rang the doorbell, anxious as hell to see how good she looked. Virginia always looked fine as hell, and I wasn’t even sure how Wonder had her working for him without being enticed.
Speaking of being enticed as fuck, Virginia and I were getting pretty close, and the fact that I had Charmaine tucked off on the side fucked with me. Virginia had already laid down the law about what she was looking for, so I just couldn’t see her choosing to stick around once she found out about Charmaine. I needed to choose and quickly.
“Hey, sorry! Let me just put these pins in my hair and then we can go, alright?” Virginia answered the door in a tight ass white dress that hugged her slim thick frame. I was mesmerized as I watched her saunter to the bathroom.
“No worries, take your time. I’m the main event, so we ain’t gotta rush,” I replied.
“I know, but still. This is your night, so I’m not trying to have you waiting.” She exhaled as she put some pins covered in diamonds or what looked like diamonds in her hair. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Shoot.” I sat down on her couch.
“So, technically I’m still under contract with Wonder and Carla, which means I need to finish that out or I’d be breaching it. By saying that, I’m going to be working for you both.”
Frowning in confusion, I said, “How the hell is that supposed to work, Virginia?”
“I can do it, I promise.” She came out of the bathroom, shutting the light off. “You will be my priority, of course, and mostly what I will be doing for them, I can do away from them. So I will be with you physically 90% of the time.”
“V.” I laughed. “Shit is about to take off for me, hence tonight, and I need someone who is dedicated to the fucking cause. I can’t have you splitting your time!”
“I won’t be, Jason! I promise, you won’t even notice I’m working for them too, I swear. And by the time shit gets hectic for you, my contract with them will be finished. It was for eighteen months and I have less than eight months left.”
“Virginia, what we got is separate from ya job, meaning if you start slacking, I will have to let yo’ ass go. But I would hope that wouldn’t end things between us personally,” I stated, rising to my feet.
I liked Virginia, a lot more than expected, actually, but I definitely didn’t want the line between business and personal to become blurred. Dating me and working for me were two separate entities.
“No, of course not, but I hope you know that I’d never not take my job seriously, so we won’t have any issues.” She moved closer to me and I snaked my arms around her waist before kissing her.
“Cool.” I looked her up and down. “You look sexy as hell in this.” I licked my lips, reminiscing on how good her pussy was.
Sex with Virginia was fire as hell, and I liked that she knew what she liked; the shit was a turn on. I loved a woman who could just point me in the right direction, instead of having me play treasure hunt all damn night, just to go home to her friends and say I ain’t know how to make her cum.
“Thanks, babe. You look very dapper.” She dusted my collar off. “I’m not used to this, but I like that you can clean up nicely when needed.”
I kissed Virginia once more, and then we left her spot to head to the party, which was at this big ass venue in Hollywood. The place was like a damn castle, and Greezy told me it cost a lot to rent the shit out. I was just grateful that he had this much faith in my ass, but it was scary at the same time.
When Virginia and I pulled up to the front, there was a hired valet service who opened our doors and collected my car keys from me. I saw there was a long ass line wrapped around the damn building, and once the ladies saw me, it turned to complete mayhem.
“Oh my gosh.” Virginia giggled as she hugged my arm tightly while we both followed the security guards into the building. I swear every damn where I looked was some big ass buff muthafucka with an earpiece. But I guess it was needed since there were so many celebrities in the house tonight.
“Looks like the main event has arrived!” the deejay shouted from his booth that was elevated almost to the damn roof.
The crowd of the club screamed and cheered as Virginia and I were led to the area upstairs, sectioned off for us. When I got there, I saw Ricky AK, MG, Automatic, Greezy, and Qamar in the section. I laughed because Greezy and Qamar were far off to the left of everybody else, but Qamar’s eyes were focused on Ricky, who didn’t even notice since he and MG were conversing with the scantily clad bottle bitches.
“How is everybody?” I smiled and went around to greet everyone before taking a seat in between the side with Ricky and the side with Qamar and Greezy.
Virginia sat down in my lap, and it seemed like everybody in here turned their eyes on us with a surprised look.
“Damn!” Automatic shouted and slapped hands with me. “I see you, bruh.” He laughed and nodded as he eyed Virginia.
“Aye, don’t look too long.” I lowered my lids his way and he threw his hands up in mock surrender playfully. “You good?” I said to Qamar, snapping to get his attention.
“I’m chilling.” He fake laughed to cover up his mood.
“You been handling ya business?” I inquired, and he knew I was referring to his medicine.
“Yeah, man. I’m just chi
lling, not sad.”
“Just making sure.”
“Okay, everybody, let me have your attention,” Greezy spoke into the microphone as he walked to the edge of the balcony to overlook the party. “Tonight, we are celebrating the newest member of Bankroll Records, Frisk.” He stuck his hand out and waved me over, so I gently moved Virginia from my lap and walked his way, as the whole place roared loudly with cheers and claps. “We’re happy as hell to have you, especially being a part of the Head Honcho crew. You have any words?”
I took the microphone and said, “I’m just ready to make some hits and some money.” The club clapped and screamed at my response, as Greezy laughed and nodded.
The music came back on, and the photographer snapped a few pictures of Greezy and I.
When the photographer walked off, Greezy gripped my shoulder and looked down into my eyes. “I want you to know that we will be focused on you, MG, and Automatic, so don’t worry about falling to the wayside.”
“Cool, but umm, what about Ricky and even Qamar?” I knew Qamar had been hitting some huge speed bumps in his career, but Ricky was a major breadwinner for the label.
“They don’t matter. Enjoy your party.” Greezy patted my shoulder and walked off right into two groupie hoes.
That shit threw me off, but I just went back to the table where everybody was since I saw the hostesses come over with bottles of champagne and a big ass cake.
For the next hour and a half, we all partied and gulped down bottle after bottle of Ace of Spades. I was having the night of my fucking life, and Virginia’s fine ass only made shit that much better.
“Wow.” Butch showed up out of nowhere, and I guess I didn’t notice because I was too tipsy and too focused on Virginia in that damn dress. “No invite?” He raised his brows, scanning everyone.
Everybody was kind of sitting there looking back up at him, except Ricky who was lighting up a blunt like the nigga wasn’t even here. Greezy immediately got up, seemingly enraged as he scoured the area for security.
“Y’all think y’all can kick me off the label!” Butch finally shouted.
“Man, calm down, you’re doing too much right now.” MG shook his head and Butch snapped his neck to look MG’s way, almost like he was surprised that MG had the nerve to comment.
“You mind yo’ bitch ass business and keep paying my rent, car note, and whatever the fuck else I need, nigga,” Butch hissed, finally getting Ricky’s attention. MG jerked his neck back with furrowed brows, as Virginia, Qamar, Automatic, and I sat there stunned.
“Fuck is you talking about?” MG finally spoke up.
“Man, quit asking questions and whoop this nigga’s ass. You can square away the details later.” Ricky laughed, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe MG hadn’t swung yet.
Low-key, I was thinking the same thing. Regardless of what he was talking about, he called that nigga a bitch and that was grounds to get fucked up. But that was MG, always treading lightly. It was admirable sometimes, but at others, it threw me for a loop.
“Oh, you still don’t know? Damn, nigga! Where you been at?” Butch grinned and chortled. Even though the area around us and downstairs was still popping, and the music was still blasting, it seemed like it was eerily quiet in our section. “I’ve been fucking ya bitch for over a year now, and not only is she having my baby, but we both been using that little account you toss cash to.” Holding up a sparkly diamond chain, Butch added, “Thanks for this.”
“Get ya girl,” Ricky told me, and literally seconds after he said it, MG and Butch were fighting like wild ass animals. I shielded Virginia since these muthafuckas were going all the way in, to the point where they fell onto the couch Qamar was on.
“Y’all get off me! I can’t breathe!” Qamar yelled, causing Automatic and I to burst into laughter. “Help!” This nigga was dumb as fuck. Finally, MG and Butch rolled off of Qamar enough for him to move, and he gasped for air as he walked to the balcony with his dramatic ass.
“Break it up!” this security guy yelled, and he along with another big ass nigga yanked MG and Butch apart from one another.
Butch had blood all over his teeth, but he only laughed as MG panted heavily, sporting a bloody nose. They were both getting in licks, but it appeared like MG got the nigga; physically that is. He definitely lost in the Isla department. That bitch was cold blooded as fuck.
MG finally snatched from the guard, and stormed towards the stairs before descending them.
“Yeah, take yo’ ass on!” Butch shouted, chest rising and falling rapidly as hell. The guard finally let him go, and he started to walk off.
WHAM! CRASH!
Out of nowhere, Ricky socked Butch’s ass, causing him to fall back onto the table, breaking it. We all waited for him to hop up, but he didn’t. I guess the blows from MG and the final one from Ricky put his ass to sleep.
“Aye, Ricky—” Qamar stood up.
Ricky looked him up and down as if he were covered in shit, and grimaced, “Thought I told yo’ ass to stay out my face?”
“I know, but—”
WHAM!
“Oh damn!” Everyone cringed seemingly at the same time.
Ricky had decked the fuck out of Qamar, causing him to stumble back and squat down a few times since he’d lost his balance. Without another word, Ricky slapped hands with Automatic and me like it was nothing, hugged Virginia, and then left out like MG had.
“What … thee … fuck…” Virginia said as the employees began to clean up the broken glass, after the security scooped Butch up. Qamar crawled to the couch and then sat on it, glaring at Automatic and I since we were dying laughing.
“You aight?” I asked Virginia, and she nodded before pressing her soft lips against mine.
“You and that sticky shit, but it’s cool ‘cause I’m a little twisted.” I kissed her neck while groping her ass.
My phone started to buzz in my pocket, so when Virginia and I stood up so that they could replace the table, I checked it on the low. I saw it was Charmaine saying goodnight, so I blocked her for the time being and slipped my shit back into my pocket.
Tonight was all about V and me.
Chapter Seven: Bia
It was around 6 p.m., and I was beyond tired. School was gonna be done for me in about a week, so between studying for tests and having to work, I was beat down. Nothing sounded better than a good massage, or a really hot bubble bath. I think I would actually orgasm from either of those at the moment.
As I typed away on my computer at my desk, I heard a light knock before Kito peeked in. Like always, my eyes feasted on this beautiful chocolate man, with swagger out of this world. I hadn’t seen his body yet, but damn did I have a pretty good idea, even with his clothes covering it. His facial hair was nicely lined, but not too neatly, so he still had a thuggish appeal to go with his attire. I could see the tattoos he had on his wrists whenever he moved a certain way, making me bite my lip.
“Busy?” He smiled widely. Nothing like a chocolate man with a bright white, beautiful smile.
“Um, kind of.” My eyes watched him as he closed the door and made his way towards me then around my desk.
“You look like you need to relax.”
He turned my chair away from my computer and dropped down. I stared down at him as his rough hands rubbed up my thighs, before abruptly placing them on his shoulders. His soft plump lips trailed up my inner thighs, getting me so fucking hot that it made no damn sense. By the time he had my pencil skirt up and around my waist, I was damn near about to cum.
“Mmm,” he moaned softly, kissing my pussy through my silk panties.
Before I could fully react, he slowly pulled them down my legs, and placed them in his pocket. Gripping my ass cheeks, he brought me to the edge of the chair and began to eat my pussy hungrily. He sucked on my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, getting me so wet I was sure my seat was stained.
“Oh my gosh,” I cried lowly, trying not to be so loud. I released, and unexp
ectedly, Kito continued to feast on me. Knowing we could possibly get caught turned me on to the max, as I began to wind my hips into his face.
Again, I came hard, and Kito licked my pussy clean before standing up. I gazed up at him as if he were a god, as my pussy continued to throb. I was definitely relaxed, and even a little sleepy.
“Feel better?” He let his tongue glide slowly across his bottom lip, as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his slacks. Not able to speak, I just nodded, making him chuckle sexily. “Me too.” He leaned down and spoke against my lips before kissing me. “I wanna eat you like that some more,” he spoke into my ear lowly, almost making me whimper. “Don’t work too hard, aight, beautiful?” He winked before rounding my desk and leaving like he hadn’t sucked my soul out.
About five minutes later, I’d gained enough composure to stand on my own two feet and go to the restroom to clean myself. This nigga had my damn panties, and even though that should have been a bad thing, it turned me on.
“Kito, did you want some of this chicken?” Donna shouted as I headed back to my office.
“Nah, I just ate.” He watched me, already slanted eyes sitting even lower. I did nothing but smirk, taking my ass back into my office so I could work.
A few hours later, I was done with work for the day, so I left to get some food, and then went home. I took a shower, and the whole time I couldn’t get Kito off of my mind. I didn’t just want to have sex; I wanted to have sex with him. I could tell from the way he ate my pussy that he was a 20/10 in the bedroom. He was a pleaser, and I loved that.
Stepping out of the steaming shower, I got my phone off the sink and dialed Kito. I didn’t just want to pop up like I had done Qamar, even though I was sure Kito wouldn’t react the way he had.
“‘Sup, sexy,” Kito’s deep voice flowed through the phone, sending chills down my spine.
“Hi, umm, did you want some company? I mean if not, it’s okay. I know it’s pretty late and you’re probably—”
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