“Whatever Dontay. You just hurry up and get dressed so we can leave,” I tell him as Estelle walks into the room.
“The car is here,” she speaks while looking down at her phone. She looks up at me. “Wow. You look amazing,” she compliments.
“Thanks girl. What are your plans for tonight?”
“I’m going to catch up on a few things before I meet my sorority sister for dinner. Thank you for the after-party tickets. We can’t wait,” she smiles.
“You’re welcome. If I don’t see you there, you guys have a good time.”
“Wait. You’re not going?”
“I don’t know. It depends how I feel,” I reply as Dontay comes walking out of his room wearing black jeans, a black shirt and white blazer. His locs are neatly pulled up into a man bun. I lick my lips and let out a breath.
“Yeah, I know,” he smiles.
“You two,” Estelle laughs shaking her head.
“He wants me,” I giggle.
“Always,” Dontay flirts before giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“Have fun you two,” Estelle laughs.
“You should let me rip this dress off you,” Dontay whispers in my ear as we are riding on the elevator.
“Only in our dreams, Sir,” I laugh as he squeezes my butt.
“Sexual harassment much?” I giggle.
“You like it.”
We jump into the limo and head to Radio City for the event. I’m posing for the camera’s and am getting ready for the next reporter’s questions.
“You look amazing. What are you wearing?”
“Thank you. It’s a Morgan Iman design,” I smile as the camera goes off.
“You and Tron, you guys are no longer an item?” The reporter questions.
“We were never an item,” I smile politely.
“I thought you two had great chemistry.”
“Thanks.”
“How do you feel about him and Kai Harris? They seem to be a happy couple.”
“I think that people have to do what makes them happy,” I smile.
“So, you’re happy for him.”
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” I smile so hard that it feels like my face is about to crack.
“Tron…Kai…nice to see you,” the reporter greets as both Tron and Kai edge their way up to me.
“Can I get a group shot please?”
I want to roll my eyes and walk away because the reporter is trying her best to get a blow up or a story, but I look at Tron who smiles at me and gestures his hand, so we can take a group shot. With Tron in the middle and Kai and I on the side of him, we throw fake smiles on our faces and pose for the camera.
“Tron, are you looking forward to Aneesah’s performance?” The reporter asks.
“Of course. She is one of the best entertainers of our time.”
“And Aneesah, what about you? Are you looking forward to Tron’s performance?”
“Yes. Very much so,” I smile.
“I wish you guys were performing “90s Love”.”
“Our schedules were all over the place, so we couldn’t come together to make it happen,” Tron answers. “But I’m still going to put on a great performance so watch me,” he winks.
“How about I get a picture of just you two…Tronessah…for old time’s sake.” I really hate this reporter. Kai smiles pleasantly, the fake Hollywood smile that all celebrities have as Tron and I take the picture. Oh my god he smells fuckable.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers in my ear.
“Thank you,” I smile.
“See, no hard feelings. We’re still friends,” he tells the reporter before reaching his hand out to Kai. “See you inside, Aneesah.”
I nod my head and smile before moving up the carpet.
Although I enjoy the performances, I never enjoy the actual award ceremony. It’s like a long ass, never ending graduation ceremony so when the awards are finally over, I am happy to be leaving.
“Hey,” I smile at Tron as we both wait for our cars once the ceremony is over.
“What’s up?” He replies dryly, messing with his phone.
“Are you going to the after party?” I ask.
“Are you going to the after party?” He questions.
“No. I think I’m going to skip it this year.”
“Good. Then I don’t have to see you there.”
“That was mean,” I tell him.
“Didn’t know that Ice Queens have feelings.”
“Why are you being a jerk?”
“Fuck you. I have feelings too, Aneesah,” he snaps.
“You don’t have feelings for me, Tarron. You have infatuation. I can tell by the way you look at me. You look at me like one of my fans and not a person.”
“Bullshit. I’m not some star struck psycho. I look at you like I thought we were friends. I look at you like a person who I enjoyed spending my time with. You’re so fuckin’ delusional,” he snaps as his car pulls up. He yanks the door open and I see that Kai is already sitting comfortably inside before Tron slams the door shut in my face.
After telling Dontay that I’m skipping the after party, I wish him a good time and head back to my apartment. I’m restless and bored. Maybe I should have gone to the party after all. I check my phone and see that I have a text message from Tron.
TRON: I’m sorry for snapping at you
ME: That’s okay
ME: I miss you
I answer my phone when Tron’s name flashes across the screen.
“So, you miss me, huh?” He asks when I answer.
“Of course, I do,” I smile.
“How much?”
“A LOT.”
Silence.
“I miss your big head too,” he laughs.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Home in Jersey eating a bowl of cereal.”
“You didn’t go to the party?”
“No. You ruined my mood.”
“Whatever. Come over. I’m at my place in Manhattan.”
“You’ll never be able to live like a normal person,” he laughs.
“I inherited the property from Saheed. Come over,” I repeat.
“Be there in 15 minutes.”
“How you gonna make it here from North Jersey in 15 minutes?”
“Because I’m about to do 80 in a 60 fuck the ticket…Cuz I ain’t have that pussy in a minute, in a minute. Girl, I’m on my way…Aye!” He sings.
“You are so damn silly,” I laugh. “I miss you making me laugh.”
“I hope you miss more than my charming sense of humor.”
“I do. Just hurry up and get here.”
“I’m already in the car baby.”
“Good,” I blush. “I’ll see you soon.”
“You trying to hang up on me?”
“Yeah! I want to jump in the shower and freshen up.”
“Can I take a shower with you?”
“Yes. I’ll wait,” I giggle.
“You got me doing…80 in a 60 fuck the ticket…”
“Oh my god. Don’t be corny all your life,” I laugh.
“Don’t be a hater all your life.”
“Whatever. I’m hanging up.”
“Wait…”
Silence
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. I just don’t want to let you go,” he whispers into the phone.
“What am I going to do with you?” I smile.
“Whatever you want.”
“I’m hanging up, Tarron.”
“Fine. I’ll be there in like ten minutes anyway.”
“The door is unlocked, and you still have clearance with the front desk. See you when you get here,” I tell him hanging up. I bounce off the bed, light up some candles in the bedroom and the bathroom, and strip out of my clothes. The music is blasting as I stand in the shower, washing my body down in coconut body wash. The shower door opens, and I smile.
“So, how much did you miss me?” Tron asks, kissing the back o
f my neck and squeezing my right boob.
“A lot,” I reply as his hands run down my stomach and he inserts one of his fingers in me. I lift my leg up and balance my foot on the wall. Tron fingers me and kisses all over the back of my neck as the hot water splashes on our skin.
“Uh-uh. Fuck this,” he says slapping the loofa out of my hands and lifting me up, balancing my back against the wall.
“Don’t slip and drop me, fool,” I laugh, grabbing his head as he kisses on my neck. He lifts me up a little more and with ease, slides up inside me as we both exhale a breath. Water hitting my skin, he dives into me aggressively, pushing my back up against the wall, digging into my core.
“AHHHH…SHIT. YESSSS BABY,” I exhale, biting into his shoulder. He sucks on my neck as he balances my weight.
“Damn Aneesah,” he whispers in my ear.
“Fuck,” I yell, putting my leg down.
“What are you doing?”
“Come on,” I tell him, shutting the water off and opening the shower door. I walk over to the chaise chair by my vanity set in the bathroom and push him down before mounting on top of him. We’re both wet, and a little chilly, but I ride and bounce on his man while he holds on to my waist, mouth wide open.
“Damn girl,” he moans before biting my boob. “Fuck,” he says pushing me off him. He stands up abruptly, roughly grabs me by my hair before bending me over the bathroom sink, diving inside me with force and aggression; a pleasurable pain as I lick my lips and stare at his reflection in the mirror. He cracks a smile.
“That’s sexy as fuck, yo,” he smirks, before slapping my ass.
“Watch it. I have a photoshoot tomorrow,” I giggle and moan at the same time.
“Fuck yo’ photoshoot,” he says bending me over the counter some more and fucking me from behind. I’m losing it. He’s fucking me so hard and good I become weak, my body surrendering to his and we end up knocking all my makeup and lotions off the counter.
“Fuck Tarron,” I exhale on the verge of cumming again. Tron grabs my hair and forces me to look at him through the mirror. Aggression, passion, and joy written all over his face as he increases his speed, locking his hands in my hair.
“FUCK,” we yell out at the same time.
“Shiiiiitttttt,” he yells, grabbing on to the towel rack. I watch him strain his face while releasing his nut. His dumbass somehow manages to break my damn towel rack.
“TARRON,” I yell.
“Shhhh,” he says still slowly pumping in me and taking his hand to cover my mouth to stop my bitchin’. He has a cheesy smile plastered on his face, like he forgot that we are fuckin’ in front of a mirror.
“Tarron.”
“I’m sorry girl. Shit,” he says pulling out and walking over to the chaise lounge. “Shit,” he repeats, lying back. “Come here,” he summons me. I walk over to the chaise and climb on top of him, lying down on his chest.
“You owe me money to replace my damn towel rack.”
“I got you,” he laughs. “I missed your punk ass,” he whispers in my ear. I smile.
“You better have.”
“You think you can make me something to eat? A sandwich or something?” He laughs.
“Huh?”
“I didn’t eat because of my nerves before my performance and someone spoiled my mood for me to go to the after party.”
“You killed your performance, son,” I tell him lifting my arm to give him a fist bump.
“You’ve been hanging in New York for too long. Since when have you used the word son?” He chuckles, bumping fists with me.
“I don’t know but for real, your performance was incredible,” I lift up to face him.
“I learned from the best,” he smiles before bringing me close to kiss him.
After making him a quick pot of spaghetti, we lie around in my bed, watching TV, cracking corny jokes, and doing us until we tire each other out.
My alarm annoyingly goes off at 5:30 in the morning.
“Where you goin’?” He whispers, pulling on my arm.
“I have to get up,” I smile, falling back into his arms. “I have a kickboxing session with Enzo. He will be here soon. I gotta squeeze him in before my photoshoot this afternoon.”
“Don’t you feel sick? Take the day off,” he says softly caressing my back. “Let’s have a lazy love day.”
“A what?” I giggle.
“I fall victim to that lazy love…oh, you got that, I don’t wanna, that I don’t wanna do nothing…,” he whispers, singing in my ear, chills vibrating throughout my body.
“That’s how you hook and bait ‘em huh? You just sing to them,” I laugh.
“Only to those who are special.”
“So, Kai ever hear you sing?”
“Oh, here we go,” he mumbles with a snort.
“What? I don’t care about your relationship with her. I’m just asking a question.”
“No. Kai has never heard me sing. She damn near tried to kill me when that video of me singing to you hit the web.”
“The video that got me labeled a home wrecking cougar.”
“You are,” he smirks before grabbing me. He starts to kiss on my neck while moving his fingers down to my love nest.
“I guess I can stick around for a while,” I moan as he eases his body on top of me, staring down at me.
“You gonna have a lazy love day with me?” He whispers. I sit up and climb on top of him, bending over to playfully kiss his lips, letting my hair softly brush against his skin before he wraps his hands in my hair and kisses me passionately as we go at it again.
***
“Mmmm baby, I gotta go,” I whisper cracking my eyes open and looking over at the clock. Whoever invented Netflix and chill, added with some weed and food is a genius. I haven’t laid in bed all day, eating, watching TV and having sex since Nyce during our “glory” days.
“I don’t want to let you go,” he says kissing me on top of my head.
“I have to go. I have a thirteen-hour flight,” I giggle.
“Where you off to now?”
“Brazil—Rio. I have to do my South America leg before flying back to Europe.”
“Damn. When’s the tour over? I feel like you’ve been touring forever.”
“Who you telling? 143 shows. I’m exhausted. I would have been wrapping up in April if I didn’t have to push some shows because of the movie.”
“I’m proud of you though. You’re breaking records.”
I smile.
“You will too. I think you definitely should sing more. Your singing voice is amazing, Tarron. A real gift.”
“You sound like Aunt Pearl,” he chuckles.
“She knows what she’s talking about.”
“I’m going to miss you is all.”
“I’m going to miss you more,” I tell him kissing his chest and trying to get out the bed.
“One more time,” he laughs, grabbing me by my waist.
“One more time,” I whisper kissing his lips.
Tron and I FaceTime, text and skype everyday just like we had before, the only difference now is that we have the added bonus of sharing nudes and an occasional argument. Because our relationship is not official or exclusive due to me not wanting the press and people all up in my business, Tron catches these little petty-ass attitudes. I say nothing when photos of him and Kai surfaces on the net even though he continues to deny their relationship. In his eyes, he’s just kicking it with a female. In Hollywood’s eyes, they are the celebrity “IT” couple.
I haven’t been home in almost two months and it sucks. I even missed Tron’s 27th birthday in the beginning of November. The kids get restless around Thanksgiving missing home as I try my best to give them the best Thanksgiving money can buy in Dublin. It’s not quite the same but at least they have each other and I have them, as well as Dontay and Estelle to keep me company.
When December 12th hits and we are finally heading back home to the states, everyone is beyond control and una
ble to contain their excitement to finally be going home and not having to lift a finger until after the New Year.
“Enjoy this time off,” I tell them as they climb off the tour buses in front of the school. I give each of them a hug as they wait for their parents to arrive.
“This is not as fun as it looks on TV,” one of the students laughs.
“Have a good holiday, Sheila.”
“You too,” she smiles, running over to her mom.
“You two. Come here,” I shout over to Destiny and Kyle and walk inside the school. It’s too damn cold to be standing out here.
“We’re just friends,” they say together.
“Uh-huh. Tell that to the guilty looks on y’all faces.” As much as I keep a watchful eye on them, I can tell that they are totally smitten with each other.
“It’s fine, Aunt Neesah. Don’t you trust me?” Destiny asks.
“No. I would be a fool to trust teenage hormones.”
Destiny turns her head in embarrassment.
“I’m still a virgin. He’s knows that,” she whispers softly. Oh god. How did I end up here with them?
“You better keep it that way. Don’t make me call your grandad or worse, your uncles.”
“Merry Christmas, Aneesah,” Kyle says, kissing me on the cheek. “See you later Destiny,” he smiles before stepping off and walking towards his mom.
“Aneesah,” Destiny says, stomping her foot.
“I’m serious, Destiny. I promised your mother and grandmother that I would look after you. You are my responsibility while on the road.”
“I’m not a child.”
“You are a child,” I remind her. “Keep your hormones in check and the moment I feel that this thing is more than what it is, I will make you pack your bags and send you home,” I tell her as Vi walks in.
“Baby girl,” Vi squeals, embracing Destiny.
“Hi mom,” Destiny replies dryly.
“What’s the matter?” Vi asks concerned.
“Nothing. Aneesah is no longer my favorite aunt,” Destiny mumbles, walking out the school. Vi turns to me and smiles.
“She just hurt my feelings,” I frown.
“Welcome to parenthood. You’re not doing something right if you’re teen isn’t upset with you,” Vi laughs. “Have a great holiday,” she says, giving me a hug.
“You too.”
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