“He ain’t gotta speak to me. I don’t give a fuck. He wants to believe some hood rat and our shady ass father over me, he can do that.” Mischief chuckled, clicking around on the computer.
I wanted to believe my brother because I knew deep down he did have my back. I couldn’t see him betraying me like this, but why would Brooke lie? She’d sell her damn soul to be with me, so the only way she’d say she slept with Mischief is if she had actually done so. And shit, Mischief did fuck Sammi, so what would make Brooke any different?
I declined to say anything in response because I just wanted to work. We needed to have at least five singles for the label to choose from, so I didn’t want to waste time arguing and eventually squaring up with Mischief again, especially not over Brooke.
After about three hours, we’d finished two and a half songs, and decided to call it a day since Mischief had another artist coming in after us.
As we gathered our shit, Chaz said, “I’m divorcing Jade.”
“About damn time,” Mischief shook his head.
“I never thought I’d see this day. But shit, like he said, it’s about time. I never liked her ass. She always thought she was better than somebody.” I shook my head.
“Yeah, well that’s not all.” He scratched his head as he pulled his backpack onto his back. “She’s a lesbian, I’m pretty sure. I caught her in the bed with another bitch, and—”
“Wait, you caught that bitch in the bed with another woman like fucking?” I asked, eyes so wide I could feel them drying up. I glanced at Mischief and he wasn’t even fazed.
“Bitch been gay since you first got her number, bruh. Niggas been telling you that, but you ain’t wanna listen. Told you my homegirl said she used to finger Jade in the bathroom when they were in high school.” Mischief sucked his teeth and shook his head at Chaz.
“I know, but she acted like all that shit was a lie. And I wasn’t about to believe one of yo’ gang banging ass homegirls over the bitch I was laying up with,” Chaz frowned.
“Was it the 69 position you caught them in?” I raised a brow, making both Mischief and Chaz laugh. “Or was she like riding her face? And was the bitch feminine? Or was she like buff and mean looking with Trey Songz braids?”
“Nigga, stop trying to bust one off this story, aight? You do realize this is a bad thing, right? Not a porno tale.” Chaz’s brows dipped.
“Shit, I’m just trying to help you, my nigga. If they were in the bed bumping pussies, she gay, but maybe if she was just sitting on her face, she’s not,” I shrugged, smiling, trying to make them believe I wasn’t just interested in hearing some freaky shit involving freaky ass bitches.
“It was a dildo involved, that’s all I’m gonna say.”
“Who was wearing it?”
Mischief burst into laughter at my question, as Chaz shook his head and snatched up his hoodie off the counter-like bar in the studio.
“I don’t know why the fuck I thought I could talk to both of y’all about this shit. I knew I should have just told Mischief.”
“I’m just trying to find out if Jade was the nigga in the relationship or the bitch.” I shrugged.
“There ain’t no relationship as far as I know, Kordell. I’m thinking the girl was just a fling for Jade, but shit, who knows. Either way, I’m divorcing her.”
“Moving on to sexual chocolate?” Mischief cheesed.
“You make her sound like a stripper, my nigga. But I would leave Jade regardless of whether I had Erynne or not.”
“You didn’t answer my question though.” Mischief stroked his beard.
“Yeah, man, you know I’m with her.”
Mischief nodded.
It was quiet for a few before I asked, “So was it doggy-style you walked in on or—”
“Fuck you, Kordell.” Chaz left out the studio, and I followed him as Mischief cracked up laughing.
“Chaz, you can’t spring shocking ass stories on me and not expect me to ask questions, my nigga,” I explained as we left the building.
“Well excuse me for not wanting to divulge details at the moment. Ignorant ass nigga.”
I shook my head as we slapped hands and hugged, then I went to get into my car. It was around 6 p.m., so I lit up a blunt I’d rolled earlier and took a deep pull, as I watched people walk up and down Vine Street.
Pulling my phone out, I saw I had some texts from Farrah and a couple other hoes, but I went into the text conversation with Cassie to hit her up.
Me: You home?
She responded so damn fast that I swear it came through before I’d hit send.
Cassie: Yes.
Me: I’m gonna come. Cool?
Cassie: Okay.
I sped off, heading to the building my uncle Gordon owned, and once I parked, I hopped out and went up to the correct apartment. I knocked lightly, and a few moments later, Cassie answered. She looked good than a muthafucka in the sweats and t-shirt she had on. Her hair was a bit disheveled, but it just reminded me of the nights I’d dicked her ass down very well.
“Hi Kor—”
“Anyone else here?” I cut her off, slipping inside of the apartment.
“No, it’s just me and—”
“Delly!” Melody shot up from her Play-Doh set and ran towards me. I scooped her up, and playfully fell back onto the couch because she liked to think that’d she’d knocked me over. When we collapsed down, she laughed loudly before hugging my neck.
“Kordell, I just wanted to say that—”
“I came to see her and that’s it. I don’t give a fuck about what you got going on with yo’ new nigga.” I kissed Melody’s cheek and placed her to the side of me on the couch.
Cassie looked at me, away, then back at me before turning on her heels and going into the kitchen. The apartment was an open floor plan, so you could see into the big spacious kitchen from the living room. I watched her fine ass for a little bit as she pulled things from the fridge to cook. I missed her, but I wasn’t no bitch ass nigga, so begging her to be back with me when I hadn’t done shit wasn’t gon’ happen.
“Delly?” Melody pulled my attention from Cassie.
“What’s up, baby girl?”
“It cost lots of… of money for you to be my... my daddy?” She cocked her head, letting her long braid fall to the side. I chuckled at her odd question, but I’d be lying if I said that shit didn’t soften me the fuck up.
“Nah, it’s free.”
“It’s free?” she frowned.
“Yeah, it’s free.”
“Okay, Daddy!” she shrieked and hopped into my lap.
“Melody, no!” Cassie overheard and started out of the kitchen, but I just put my hand up to stop her mid-way.
“It’s cool.” I kissed Melody’s cheek.
Laine
I was in my room thinking hard, wondering if having a baby was such a good idea. Granted I’d done a lot since I’d moved to L.A., and had came up much quicker than I’d expected. However, I still wanted to do a lot more, and a baby would for sure slow things up. Not to mention it would alter my body. But then again, I didn’t want an abortion.
Every time I saw a little baby while I was out, or saw a crib or even little Melody, it made me happy that I was having one of my own. It was just all so fucking confusing.
I hated being in tough dilemmas like this, because there was no right or wrong answer. Me getting an abortion for my career didn’t make me a bad person, or at least in my opinion it didn’t. But me keeping the baby that I’d made, and with the guy I was in love with didn’t make me a stupid or bad person either. I preferred problems where the right thing to do was more obvious.
I sat up and downed my glass of sparkling water, just as I heard the front door close. It must have been Kady because if it were Cassie I would hear Melody’s little voice, and Erynne was at the hair shop working all day.
“Kady!” I climbed out of the bed.
“Yeah!” she hollered back, just before I heard the fridge open.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“I didn’t fuck him, Laine. I mean I want to, but I’m not because I’m trying to stay faithful to Nuzi. But it’s so hard because Ishmael is so fine, and he’s a genuine thug, not a fake ass one like Nuzi. Do you know this nigga screamed when a spider crawled on the wall at his house? I had to kill it and you know I’m afraid of them. Ishmael would have smashed that shit with his bare hands. I like that,” she grinned, running off at the mouth as she prepared her plate of food.
“Okay, Kady. For one, that’s not what I wanted to talk about, and secondly, what the fuck? Since when did you and Ishmael start hanging out alone, outside of the studio?”
“Like a few weeks ago. But, it was after he’d broken up with his girlfriend. She was a hoe anyway.” She bit down on the pork chop that she had sandwiched between two pieces of bread. Why did it look so good to me?
“Yeah, trust me, I know, and she’s in love with my man.”
“She’s in love with Mischief? I thought she was just fucking him.”
“No, she told me herself. But as long as she continues to love him from afar, then we will be good. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about Jude… and The Models.”
“What about Jude?”
“Did you know he was a umm, pimp basically?”
“Sort of, yeah.” She shrugged.
“Kady! Are you fucking serious? You knew this whole time that the rumors about him were true? And why are you still working with him?”
She sighed through her nose as she chewed the rest of her food, while placing her plate into the sink. She downed some of her water, and then set the glass on the clean ass countertop as I watched her from across it.
“The rumors were that he was fucking us all and that all he did was pimp us out. That, my friend, is not true. I haven’t fucked Jude, and to my knowledge, neither have you, Rita, or Cassie. I do know that when some of the girls don’t meet a certain quota for the month, he… loans them out.”
“When did you realize this?”
“Like two days after I started working with him. One of the girls named Marie couldn’t get a booking if she paid for one, and so Jude had her dating a few celebrities here and there for cash. She was making a nice amount, and he was getting his cut, so all was well. That was until she and one of the celeb guys got serious, and she fell in love. Then the guy dumped her, because come on, she was whoring. After that, shit kind of blew up because she tried to out Jude, and he ended up blacklisting her. But that’s how I found out, through her.”
“And you’re okay with having a manager who pimps bitches out?”
Exhaling heavily, she came around the counter to sit on the bar stool next to me.
“Look, Laine. Yes, Jude is a horrible guy, but you can’t deny the fact that he really knows the modeling industry. I mean two years ago I had to scrape up change from a couch to buy myself something to eat, while Nuzi was on tour doing God knows what. Now, I live here, I have a car, I do what I love, and I can buy myself nice things without having to ask Nuzi.” She looked away for a moment and then back at me. “If you just keep working hard like you’re doing, you have nothing to worry about. And then when your contract is up, which it is soon, right, you can move on.”
“Yeah.”
“You can separate from him and find a new manager. Probably won’t be as good, but then again they won’t be a pimp either,” she chuckled.
“I’m definitely getting a new manager.” I shook my head. “What about you?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I felt the same way you did when I first found out. I told myself when my contract was up I was gonna leave Jude, but the money and opportunities weren’t the same it seemed. So I wanna build my brand more and then find someone else.”
“Yeah, I get it. I just don’t want to be signed to him and then start declining, because if he thinks he’s gonna have me selling pussy, he’s very much mistaken.”
“Girl, same here. I’ll whoop Jude’s little short ass if he tries to pimp my fine ass out.”
Laughing, I nudged her and playfully rolled my eyes. I stared at the French door refrigerator we had in the kitchen and just pondered for a bit. I understood Kady’s angle; she wanted her name alone to be big enough to book gigs before she moved on. However, I just couldn’t stick with Jude for moral reasons and out of fear. Not that I would do what he’d said and sell my body, but out of fear that he’d blackball me in the modeling industry like that Marie girl.
For ages, it seemed, I’ve dreamt of becoming a model, and I didn’t work this hard and endure all that I’d had for it to be ruined by one little person blacklisting me.
“You okay? Wanna go to the gym tonight?” Kady rose to her feet and stretched. My phone beeped just as she got up.
Rico: She’s about to leave.
“Yeah, but I have to go run a quick errand first.” I typed back on my phone.
“Okay, I’ll just catch up on my some of my shows saved in the DVR until you get back.”
I nodded as I got up and went into my bedroom. Slipping on some tights, I grabbed my hoodie and pulled it down over my head as well. I then put on some socks, and grabbed my ugly ass New Balances that I’d bought back when I was still living in Chicago. I tied my hair up into a really tight bun, then grabbed my keys, phone, and purse before dipping out.
Pulling up to the nightclub on Cahuenga Boulevard, I parked in the CVS parking lot and pulled out my phone. I saw Mischief had texted me, but I had to handle something right now.
Me: Where is she?
Rico: Told her to get some condoms from CVS, so she may be inside.
Me: Okay thanks.
Rico: When we gon’ chill, Laine? That sex tape had me hard as hell. Saved it to my phone. Lmao
This nigga would have never talked to me like that prior to the sex tape.
Rolling my eyes, I pocketed my iPhone as I got out of the car. Leaning up against my trunk to wait, I texted Mischief’s freaky ass back. In the middle of our conversation, I looked up to see that stupid hoe, Spencer, walking back towards the club.
Spencer was that thirsty bitch that I let come back to The Model mansion and eat my pussy. Little did my drunk ass know, she’d recorded it. Thankfully you couldn’t see much but the side profile of my bottom half, but everyone knew it was me because of my M belly ring. When I first heard about a tape, I just knew Tarik had recorded us from way back when, but he was way too scared of Mischief, even though he was miles away.
She sent that shit to all the gossip blogs that offered her money for it, and hindered my reputation. She had niggas in my DMs getting fresh like I was some hoe, and lesbian bitches trying to link up. Not to mention, my nigga was extremely pissed, even though you couldn’t really see any private areas of my body. He claimed he didn’t want niggas knowing what I sounded like when I moaned. I chuckled at his psycho nigga reasoning.
“Hey!” I barked, tossing my phone into my car and dropping my lanyard, which was attached to my keys, over my head.
“Huh? Oh shit, hey, Laine,” Spencer had the nerve to smile.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
I started taking off on her ass because there were no words that needed to be spoken. She knew what the fuck she did, and I was gonna fuck her ass up for playing me. I didn’t know if that was her plan from the time she pushed up on me, or if she just didn’t like the fact that I wouldn’t give her another go at giving me head.
“Ahh! Oh my gosh! Help!” she squealed when I grabbed a handful of her hair and threw her to the ground.
Straddling her, I continued to whoop her ass, ignoring the crowd that was starting to form in the parking lot. I saw a bright light come from somewhere, so I knew someone was recording.
As Spencer kicked, screamed, and failed at wind milling me, I punched her face in. By the time someone yanked me up off her, her clothes were torn, her face wa
s bloody, and she was just lying there crying.
“I hope whatever you got paid was worth it, bitch! And you didn’t even make me cum!” I shouted, making the bystanders laugh and egg shit on as they recorded her stupid ass trying to stand.
“Calm down, sexy,” Rico whispered into my ear as we neared my car. I then realized he was the one holding me, so I wiggled wildly to free myself.
“Bye, and thanks for hooking her for me.” I grabbed my door handle and yanked it open after unlocking it.
Spencer was a fame whore, so she hung around celebrities a lot, hoping to come up off one. I told Rico to bait her ass for me if he saw her anywhere, and he came through.
“Damn, we can’t chill?” Rico frowned.
“Yeah, we can chill if you don’t mind my man whooping your ass. Are you okay with that?” I folded my arms. “And by the way, he knows about the date so be prepared if he sees you again. Word of advice, stop while you’re ahead, boy.”
I hopped into my car and sped out, seeing Spencer limp away trying to fix her dress as her homegirls helped her.
When I came to a red light, my phone beeped again.
Rico: You’re worth whatever he brings my way. Just give me a chance. I won’t take you for granted and cheat on you like he did.
Rico: I swear to God I won’t.
I inhaled and exhaled dejectedly, and just locked my phone back. If he wanted to die, then who the fuck was I to stop him?
Chapter Three: Chaz
“Damn, thanks.” Kordell grinned, snatching a few pieces of French toast. Erynne had cooked a big ass plate of it, and set it in the middle of the kitchen table, along with bacon, spicy sausage, and eggs.
“Damn, nigga! Are yo’ hands even clean?” I frowned, as Erynne chuckled and stirred her tea.
“This is my damn crib. Shit, these are my damn plates and my damn food getting cooked up in here so I do what the fuck I want.” Kordell nodded as he doused a few more pieces of French toast in syrup.
“Nah, nigga, I bought the shit for the French toast, and that muthafucking syrup.” I snatched the bottle from him since he was damn near about to empty the shit.
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