Every day when I get off work this week, I was going to make it my business to run by Toya’s house to check up on her and bring food. She was showing signs of depression and I didn’t like it. I would be a fool to ignore the signs because something really severe could happen in the end. If Dre was too bullheaded to set his pride aside and be there for Toya, then I was going to step up to the plate and be there for her. I was not going to turn my back on her. I hated when Toya talked about feeling like she had nobody. So, I was going to do everything in my power to help her through this.
Chapter 4: Chantel
Right now, I was in Atlanta with Davion and we were on our way to Magic City. As a club owner, he liked to tour around and visit other clubs to see what they were doing and look for ideas to enhance his club. I’ll admit, this little thing we had going on was going pretty good. I wouldn’t say that we were in a relationship or anything like that, but I think we are pretty much in the early stages of trying to get to know one another. Plus, I kind of felt like he still didn’t fully trust me, which was understandable because the night we met, I was there to rob his ass.
Davion didn’t have me sitting at home on my ass while he worked. In fact, he had given me a job at his club as a bartender. I wanted to complain about it at first, but I sucked it up because I knew for a fact that I needed him. At this point, I had no place else to go.
I was tired of playing that little game with Quan, and I had finally come to grips with letting his ass go. Meaning, three days ago, Davion had taken me to the clinic to get an abortion. I was fuckin’ reckless when I was down in Miami, and it literally wasn’t any telling who could have fathered my baby. Now when I actually sit down and think about the shit, what I was doing was really fucked up. Like, I really drugged a man and stole his sperm, and was going to pin a baby on him. Even when I found out that the weeks I was pregnant didn’t add up, I was still threatening this man’s family with a baby.
Being with Davion has made me an entirely different person and changed my life because I didn’t even think the same anymore. This man was willing to deal with me even after finding out what type of fucked up person I was. He hadn’t even got the pussy yet, so I knew that wasn’t the only reason he was keeping me around. I had pretty much told him everything about my past, but I left out the fact that the man I was pinning the baby on was none other than the famous rapper, Quan. I figured he didn’t need to know all of that.
As far as Tracy goes, I don’t know what he’s been up to because Davion had trashed my phone and given me a new one, and he was the only one with the number. Prior to Davion getting rid of my phone, Tracy had been sending me threatening ass messages, but I knew he was only doing that because he felt like his back was against the wall. He knew for a fact that he couldn’t take his ass back to Miami because as soon as Quan or his boys saw him, they would kill him on sight. If he was still in Naples, then he needed me. Without me, he wasn’t going to be able to make money. Had he not been putting his hands on me and talking to me any type of way, I probably would have felt a little bit bad for just disappearing on his ass.
“We won’t be here long. I just want to get a feel for the club because I’ve never been here before,” Davion said, after he parked the car.
I nodded and we both stepped out. For Davion to claim that he wasn’t ready for me to be his girl, he sure had a bad way of making me believe that. For example, right now he had me in a bad ass bandage dress from Herve Leger and a pair of six inch pumps from Christian Louboutin. Not to mention, this morning he paid for me to get my hair, nails, and feet done, all so that I could match his fly for the occasion tonight.
Everything about Davion screamed sex appeal, and honestly, he was giving Quan a run for his money. He was dressed in a three piece, navy blue suit, matching the color of my dress perfectly, along with a pair of black Louboutin dress shoes on his feet. He had gotten a hair cut this morning, and his full beard was too damn sexy. I had so many plans for what I wanted to do with that beard. The first one would be, of course, riding his face. I didn’t even know when the hell we would get on that level though because it’s like he didn’t even want to fuck with me like that. I had been up under him almost constantly, but he had yet to make a move on me.
We walked toward the front of the club and the line was damn near wrapped around the building. “Why is it so crowded tonight? It’s only a Thursday,” I said to Davion, grabbing his hand because he was walking so fast and I couldn’t keep up with him in these high ass heels.
“Those Miami niggas, Quan and Dre, is supposed to be performing tonight. You didn’t see that shit on the billboard on the way over here?” Davion asked me.
A lump formed in my my throat. Oh my God! What the fuck was I going to do? I couldn’t chance running into Quan because it was no telling what he was going to do to me. At this point, I just wanted to go back in the car and wait for Davion to handle his business, but I knew that he would grow suspicious.
“What’s wrong with you? Why you looking like you just saw a ghost or some shit?” Davion asked me.
I had to think of the quickest lie because ain’t no way in hell I was about to tell him about my past with Quan. It would definitely turn him off.
“Nothing, it’s just I can’t believe that we’re about to stand in this long ass line just to get into the club. Can’t we just come back another time?” I asked, hoping that he would fall for it.
“Baby girl, when you got clout, you don’t have to stand in long ass lines. Now, let’s go,” he said, pulling me along and we skipped the whole line.
I watched as he went into his pockets and gave the bouncer a couple of hundreds. After that, he searched both of us, and just that quick we were inside the club. When we stepped inside, the DJ was playing Rhianna and Drake’s new song, “Work.” I bopped my head to the music and tried to look as comfortable as possible. I’m not going to lie, the strippers they had in Atlanta were fuckin’ beautiful, I mean ass and titties for days. The whole vibe of being in an Atlanta club versus being in a Miami club was way different. The niggas in Atlanta were on the dance floor dancing and shit, versus when you go to a club in Miami, all of the niggas are pretty much in the club, posted up vibing on the wall.
We walked hand in hand toward the bar and sat on the stools. “I like this whole set up. Peep how they got a lil section downstairs for VIP, and then they have another one up here. With my club, we just have one VIP section. That’s nice right there,” Davion said, observing the club. I loved to see him in work mode like this because that shit was sexy.
“Can I get you two anything to drink?” the bartender came over to us and asked.
She looked like she was about twenty-four or twenty-five and she was a pretty, light skinned chick with a pair of breasts that sat up to perfection in the white tank top and booty shorts that she was wearing. I pretty much wore the same thing back at Davion’s club, but instead of wearing a tank, we wore a V-neck with the club’s name etched on it.
“Umm, I’ll just take some water,” I said.
I wanted to be prepared just in case we ran into Quan’s ass tonight. His ass might start a scene in this bitch tonight. If he did, I was going to deal with it in a sober state.
“Let me get a cup of Henny,” Davion told her. She nodded her head and went off to get our drinks.
“What’s up, Atlanta?” the DJ said over the mic, and the crowd started screaming.
“I heard all y’all came out tonight to see them Miami niggas perform. Is that right?” he asked the crowd, and that lump formed again in my throat.
I sat playing with my fingers because I was just so fuckin’ nervous. I honestly never thought that I would see Quan again, mainly because I knew for a fact that I didn’t plan on coming back to Miami. But clearly, Quan is a famous rapper and his ass could be anywhere around the world. I looked on two minutes later as Quan and Dre made their way to the stage. I swear to God; it didn’t make any sense for the two of those niggas to be so damn fine.
It's sad because I remember in the beginning when we first started talking, yeah he was fine, but I was mainly into him because of his money. Back then, when he performed, I would normally sit back stage on my social media accounts. I wasn’t worried about being out there supporting him. Instead, I was worried about him buying me that new Birkin or Chanel bag. I always thought that me having a pretty face, fat ass, and the ability to suck a mean dick, meant I fit the qualifications of being his number one lady. Totally forgetting the fact that having a woman who supported him and his dreams meant more than those other three factors. Maybe I could have been his girl and I wouldn’t have had to pin a baby on him if I’d known that. But hey, that’s neither here nor there, and for the first time in forever, I didn’t want Quan. I really didn’t.
“Them niggas is the truth, for real,” Davion said, complimenting Quan and Dre. I nodded my head in agreement.
After they finished performing two more songs, they got off the stage and mingled through the crowd, taking pictures with their fans. I thought that this was the perfect opportunity to leave, which is why I tapped Davion on his shoulder.
“Are you ready to go now? Remember, we have that early flight back to Naples in the morning,” I said, trying to sound convincing enough to get him to leave, but he was still sitting in the stool, not bothering to leave.
“I ain’t no groupie ass nigga, but I do want to give them niggas the credit that’s due. They coming over this way now, so after I talk to them right quick, then we can leave,” he told me, and I just knew that my ass was about to pass the fuck out.
“There they go right there. Ay, Quan and Dre,” Davion called out and waved them over.
As they made their way in our direction, I sat back in my seat, hoping that Davion’s muscular body would shelter them from seeing me.
“What’s good?” they both asked as soon as they made their way over to us.
“Man, I just wanted y’all to know that y’all did a good ass job up there. One brotha to another, you niggas is the truth for real. Whenever y’all decide to come to Naples, please hit me up because I got a club out there and I would love for y’all to come out and perform,” Davion said. He reached in his suit jacket and passed them his card.
“I appreciate that though, my nigga, and thanks for the support,” Quan said.
He was about to walk away, but Davion stopped him.
“Chantel, you don’t want to speak? I saw the way your ass was drooling over these niggas on stage,” Davion said, trying to be funny.
Quan heard the name, Chantel, and he quickly looked in my direction. Our eyes instantly met. He laughed out loud like this was the biggest joke of the century.
“Hell nah, nigga. This your bitch?” Quan asked, being totally disrespectful.
“Ay, no need for all of that, man! She just a fan,” Davion said, which pissed me off even more. That shit was too embarrassing.
“Yeah, she a fan alright, my nigga. I hope you got long money because Chanel ain’t no regular bitch. In fact, she’s a money hungry, grimy ass bitch. She don’t shop Forever 21 or H&M, nah that’s too cheap for her. She’s an ole high maintenance bitch. She wants you to take her to Saks Fifth Avenue, Nordstrom, shit like that. The bitch told you how she participated in kidnapping my motha fuckin’ seven-year-old daughter? I bet she didn’t because that’s the type of bitch she is. Have fun with her though, and oh, don’t eat or drink anything this bitch gives you if you didn’t see her make the shit right in front of you. Last time this bitch cooked for me, I woke up with my pants down and my dick out. But on the bright side though, she can suck a mean ass dick,” Quan said and then walked away.
Davion looked at me like I disgusted him, and I just held my head down in shame. There was nothing I could do to defend myself because out of everything Quan had just said, he didn’t lie about shit.
Chapter 5: Dre
“Winner gets 5K tonight, so I hope you motha fuckas got money. I don’t want to hear that shit about how you’ll pay me tomorrow, nah I want that shit tonight,” I said to Quay and Quan as we took the steps to my condo.
We had been having a fuckin’ ongoing debate like some little ass teenage boys on who could beat who in Madden. This shit was literally just that serious. I was actually glad that we had a night away from the studio because I definitely felt like taking these niggas money tonight. I mainly wanted to beat Quan’s ass in the game because he talked more shit than me.
“Yeah, whatever, nigga. Money ain’t an issue on this side,” Quan said.
I shook my head because we sure as hell were about to find out. It was 11 o’clock at night and like some fools, we were about to play a fuckin’ video came and bet on this shit. I opened the door to my condo and the smell of food hit me. I don’t know where the hell that smell was coming from because since I had broke things off with Toya, I was barely cooking. We walked into the house, and when I got toward the living room, I spotted a figure lying down on the couch.
It was Toya, and she on her stomach, with no bra or shirt on, and the sheet was resting just above her ass. I smirked because I figured she came over, cooked for a nigga and probably waited up for me but ended up falling asleep in the process. I was still very much pissed off with her ass, but seeing her here like this reminded me how much I loved her. Her ass was bold for real. She really brought her ass up in my house like shit between us was sweet.
“Y’all niggas meet me in the den, let me take her upstairs,” I told them.
I went and picked up a sleeping Toya and held her in my arms. She stirred in her sleep, and when she realized it was me who had picked her up, her eyes bucked but then she calmed down because she knew for a fact that I wasn’t going to hurt her.
“I’m so sorry, Dre. I’m sorry,” she kept saying, as I carried her up the stairs.
Damn, I swear I hated seeing her like this, and this shit made me feel less than a man because I had been ignoring her for the past week, and the shit was really affecting her. She laid her head on my shoulder and continued to softly cry. When we made it to the room, I tried to lay her down on the bed, but she wrapped her arms around my neck even tighter, so I sat down on the bed with her in my lap. I rubbed her back and let her breathing get under control and then I started talking to her.
“I’m sorry, T. Now that I think about the shit, I should have never spazzed out on your ass like I did. That shit just made me mad, thinking about the way that man violated you and then got you pregnant in the end. I understand my temper be scaring you and I got to work on that, but you also need to work on hiding shit from me, ma. I want to know everything that’s in relation to you, T. I love the fuck outta you, girl, and any nigga ever disrespect you or hurt you, I’m coming for his ass,” I told her, still rubbing her back.
“You weren’t there, Dre. I had to go through that abortion alone. I needed you in there with me, but you wouldn’t even...” she tried to get it out, but she was doing so much crying that she couldn’t even finish her sentence.
Damn, if I didn’t feel like shit before, I definitely felt like shit now. I knew Charlie took her there because Quan had told me, but damn, I didn’t know that she actually had went through with the procedure by herself. Even if the doctors and shit would have told me that I couldn’t go back there with her, I still would have gone because certain shit I just never wanted Toya to experience, let alone on her own.
“Stop crying, T. We going to be good, I promise. I’m sorry you had to go through that, baby, I really am. From this d
ay forward, baby, we have to have trust. That shit speaks volumes, and I just want us to get back to how we used to be, when shit was smooth and you weren’t crying all the time,” I told her.
“Okay, baby. And I don’t blame you for everything that has happened to me. I only said it because I was mad,” she said.
“It’s cool, T. What you cooked for a nigga because I smelled that shit as soon as I walked in the door?” I asked.
“It was your grandma’s idea. I remember the way we went to her house that day, so I went and visited her yesterday. She told me the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. So, earlier today, we went to the grocery store and we both came over here and cooked dinner for you,” Toya said.
I laughed. I will admit, I loved the fact that she had built a relationship with my grandma. They were the two most important women in my life, so it was imperative that the two of them were able to get along.
“How your body feeling though? You need me to run out to the store and get you anything?” I asked her.
“I’m good, I’ll be even better when I stop cramping though. I’m just happy that you didn’t kick my ass out tonight,” she said laughing, and I laughed along with her. I stood up from the bed with her still in my arms, pulled the covers back and laid her down on her side. She looked at me with hopeful eyes and I stared at her, thinking that from this day forward, I was going to do whatever I had to do to put a smile on her face and keep the shit there.
“I’m finna go downstairs and whoop these niggas’ asses in a game right quick. Go to sleep, T, because your eyes looking real heavy. Besides tonight, when was the last time you took a nap?” I asked her.
I could tell from the bags under her eyes that she was sleep deprived. Nevertheless, she still looked beautiful, and when I picked her up, she felt way lighter than before, which proved to me that her ass wasn’t sleeping or eating.
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