“I don’t even know, honestly,” she said with a yawn.
Shaking my head, I said, “And when the last time you ate something? You had some of that food down there?” I asked her. If she said no, I swear I would fix her ass a plate right now and make sure she ate it all.
“Yeah, your grandma damn near forced my ass to eat, talking about I looked sick. She made me eat two plates and gave me two bottles of Ensure to drink,” Toya said.
I could see my grandma in action now. I wasn’t worried about the fact that Toya was losing too much weight because as soon as I started back hitting her up every day with some dick and feeding her, I would have that body back to how I had it before.
“Alright, go to sleep. I got a surprise for you in the morning. I wasn’t going to show it to you until it was finished, but I feel guilty that I wasn’t there with you when you went for the abortion, so I want to do something that will put a smile on your face,” I told her.
“Oooh, what type of surprise is it?” she asked with wide eyes.
I laughed because her ass looked like a kid on Christmas morning, eager to find out what type of gift they had waiting for them underneath that wrapping paper.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you. Get some sleep though, Toya, for real, and I’ll be back up here soon. I love you,” I told her.
“I love you more,” she said and got comfortable in the bed.
I turned the light off in the room and closed the door behind me. Now that my girl was straight, that gave me all the motivation I needed to beat these niggas and take their money. At their expense, I was going to buy lil’ mama two more Chanel purses.
I came downstairs, only to find these two fools in my kitchen, and they had already made themselves at home and fixed them a plate before I could even fix mine.
“This shit good as hell. Sis made this?” Quan asked, digging into the food, not even looking up from his plate to talk.
“Damn nigga, you act like Charlie don’t feed your ass at home, and yeah, but my grandma helped her with it,” I said, going over to the fridge to pull the trays of food out and fix myself a plate.
When I opened the fridge, there was a plate already wrapped in foil for me attached to a sticky note with my name on it. Toya’s ass was the true player for real, and she knew exactly what to do to satisfy her nigga, which is why I couldn’t stay mad at her ass for long.
“How Toya doing though?” Quay asked me once he had finished eating his food.
I took the foil off the plate and put it in the microwave for two minutes then turned around to face my boys.
“She all right now. This shit eating at me though because she had to go through that damn abortion alone, when my ass should have been there. I swear, pride is a motha fucka because I couldn’t even put my pride to the side and be there for her when she needed me the most. I guess I was so mad because when my grandma told me that she thought Toya was pregnant, a nigga was really happy as fuck. That shit was only short lived because when she eventually told me about it, she confessed to me that the baby was James’ with his bitch ass,” I vented.
“What ever happened to that pussy? You normally would have handled a situation like that already,” Quan said and I shook my head in agreeance.
The old Dre would have immediately handled any situation back then if I felt it was a threat, but now I felt like I was living for other people, plus I had gotten wiser and older. James was going to get his, and I was going to roll up on his ass when he least expected it. I knew Toya still had his ass on Facebook, so it was nothing for me to grab her phone and stalk his page. Let’s be real here, it’s fuckin 2016 and everybody who gets on Facebook is always updating some shit, checking in, letting the whole world know what they are doing.
“It’s gone get handled, best believe that.”
I shrugged and played it off like it was cool because that whole situation wasn’t something that I was going to lose sleep over. I wanted to make sure my girl was straight first, and then I was going to handle any outside problems.
The Next Day
“Are we almost there yet, Dre? I want to know what the surprise is already,” Toya pouted, as she sat in the passenger seat of my Ferrari with a blindfold over her eyes.
My ass almost gave in and told her about two times, but I really wanted to hold it in until we got there. Her ass was making the task so damn hard. This was going to be the surprise of a lifetime, and I didn’t need shit getting in the way.
“We’re almost there, T, relax,” I told her as I rubbed her thigh.
She finally relaxed and I turned the radio on and just cruised down ’95 with my baby. We would be there in another ten minutes or so.
Finally, we pulled up to our destination and I put the car in park. “Don’t get out. Let me open the door for you,” I told her and then I stepped out of the car and went around and opened the door for her. I grabbed her hand and walked with her down on the sidewalk.
“Alright, you can take the blindfold off now,” I said and she quickly removed the black blindfold from her eyes.
She scanned the area and noticed a bunch of contractors performing construction work on a building.
“Okay, baby, where is the surprise?” Toya asked me with confused eyes.
To her, all she saw was us standing in the hot ass sun, watching a bunch of men work on building a new building. But me, I saw something completely different. I saw her doing what she loved to do. I saw her putting that master’s degree to work. I also saw her being the boss in charge and getting back in the field and working hard like how she used to do when I met her.
“Baby, tell me what you went to college for again? Because clearly I think you forgot,” I asked her, holding her hands and placing her in front of me.
“I went to college to get my degree in business administration so that I could be the best damn buyer’s agent in town. Eventually, I wanted to have my own company and—”
She stopped talking and looked at me with wide eyes. Instantly, I saw the tears form in her eyes, and for the first time in a long ass time, they weren’t tears of hurt but instead they were tears of joy. It made me smile because I knew that I was the one responsible for her happiness.
“Dre, you didn’t!” she screamed as she jumped up on me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She planted kisses all over my face.
“What was one of the first things I told you when I met you?” I asked her as I held her up with my hands resting on her ass.
“I don’t know. Baby, you told me a lot of things,” she said, still smiling.
“In regards to work. T, what did I tell you?” I asked her. I wanted to see if she remembered what I said because clearly when I said it, I damn sure meant it.
“Ohh, you told me that you didn’t want me taking orders from nobody but you,” she said, laughing.
I kissed her lips softly. “And I meant that shit, T. This business is yours, baby. You worked your ass off all them years with school, and I want you to know that something rewarding came from that shit, even if the experiences were challenging. When I met you, I fell in love with you because you weren’t one of these lazy ass chicks sitting on your ass, depending on a nigga to take care of you for the rest of your life. I remember the first night I ran into your fine ass at the club for my welcome back party, and it was only ten o’clock but you were already leaving because you had business to take care of in the morning. Something about that shit just turned a nigga on, and it made me want to get to know you better.
“Yeah, I wanted to fuck you too, but that was after I found out exactly who you were. Then, I swear that shit was fate when I saw you the next morning and you were the one showing me the house. I knew at that moment you were the one for me. I don’t give a fuck what we go through, I ain’t never leaving your ass, and me giving you this building is nothing compared to the fact of you coming into my life and changing me for the better. I may not be all the way there yet, but I’m a work in progress, so work with a nig
ga,” I said, laying it down real smooth for her.
“Thank you, baby, and I will forever love and appreciate you for this. Can we please go inside now because I’m dying to see what the inside looks like,” she said.
“Okay, but it’s not finished yet. I talked to the contractor and he said that it won’t be ready until sometime next month. In the meantime, you can go ahead and start looking for your employees, start calling up some people to design you a homepage. Shit, whatever you got to do, baby. I was a damn dope boy, so I don’t know about all this legal shit,” I said and she laughed at my comment.
We walked together into of the building holding hands. Even though the building wouldn’t be done for another month, we could tell from the construction that the outcome was going to be amazing. I had about ten niggas on the inside and ten niggas out, and I was paying all of their asses a grip, so come next month if this shit is not finished like they said it would be, then we were going to have some problems.
“Look at this area. This is going to be the lobby. Wow, this is huge, baby,” she said, admiring all of the floor space. “I already have some ideas on what I want to do with this. Where is my office going to be?” she turned around and asked me.
“It’s going to be an elevator right there,” I said and pointed to the area, where the two men were working. “And your office will be on the second floor,” I told her.
“Damn, Dre, I can’t believe this. I’m normally on top of everything that you got going on. When did you even have the time to start working on this?” Toya asked me, still in a state of shock that we were actually standing here right now.
“This all started, honestly that night when we got stuck in your building together and you were telling me about your life. I saw that hope in your eyes and I knew you had a passion for what you did, and shit, I have the money, so why not? Plus, I’ll do whatever the fuck I got to do to make sure my lady got a smile on her face,” I told her.
“Wow, well I’ll be eternally grateful for this, baby,” she said and came back over to give me one last hug.
“We good now, right? No more tears? I want you to be that hardworking, strong woman that I fell in love with. I don’t like my women weak, Toya, and you know that. So, come next month, I hope your ass is ready to work,” I said, giving her a pep talk.
“Oh, most definitely. I’ll be ready to work. I been receiving emails from potential clients that still think I’m working for Millers. So it’ll be easy to get them to transfer over here,” she said.
“I know this got to mean that a nigga can finally get some pussy tonight. I’m tired of jacking my damn dick. A nigga wants to see some damn action take place tonight,” I said.
For the past few weeks, I had been deprived of pussy and it was slowly killing a nigga. When you had the best pussy in town, it didn’t make no fuckin’ sense to go around searching for more, which is why when Toya and I were broken up, I didn’t fuck no bitches. Why fuck with regular when I had fuckin’ premium plus at home?
“Still bleeding, baby. You got to wait until next week,” she said, attempting to walk off, but I pulled her back into me.
“At this point, I don’t even care about that. I got to hit the studio today, but when I get home, meet me in the shower. I’ll handle that tonight,” I said, dead ass serious. Shit, me nor my dick could wait until next week.
“That is very nasty, but you just did all of this for me, so it’s the least I could do,” she said and kissed me again.
We walked outside hand in hand, and after talking to a few of the contractors, we were on our way to lunch. I had to admit, I was that nigga for hooking my girl up like this. Most niggas would surprise their lady with a few bags and some other materialistic shit, but I felt like Toya deserved more than that. Besides, she was getting gifts and shit from me on a daily basis, so a bag wouldn’t have been much of a surprise because she had already become immune to that type of shit. You want to show your girl you love her? Support her dreams and fuckin’ listen to her when she speaks.
I knew that Toya having her own business was a dream of hers, and I also knew that she wouldn’t just come straight out and ask me to help her purchase it, that’s why I took it upon myself to do that part for her. Everything else was up to her. The way she ran her business, who she hired, all of that.
As far as James goes, I was very much still on the lookout for his ass, but I had to hold off on that shit because ever since I’ve signed that contract and people know who Dre is, paparazzi stayed all up in a nigga’s way. I was going to catch his ass though, and it wasn’t going to be no socializing between the two of us. Just the quick conversation between his dome and these bullets. Point blank period.
Chapter 6: Davion
I bet that nigga Quan thought I was probably the dumbest nigga alive. Here I am showboating around town with this bitch, not knowing that she was living this damn foul while she was out in Miami. I’m not going to sit here and act like I’m just so shocked about hearing the shit this nigga told me, but damn, when she had told me about her past life, clearly she left out a few parts. When he told me about her helping in the kidnapping of his seven-year-old daughter, that shit made me look at her in a whole different way because at the end of the day, I had a son. I would go crazy if something were to ever happen to him.
I’m not even trying to sit here and act like I’m some perfect guy because I’m not, and we all have a fuckin’ past. But damn, shorty’s past seemed like some shit that you would catch one of these ratchet looking bitches out here doing. I swear, taking one look at Chantel, you would think that she was so sweet and innocent, and you wouldn’t believe the things that she was capable of. I guess that shit is true about looks being deceiving.
The kindness in me just wouldn’t allow me to leave her ass there that night at the club because she didn’t have anywhere else to go. I should have known that something was up when we were standing outside and I told her that Quan and Dre would be performing. She looked like she’d seen a ghost. I paid it no mind because I really believed her after she confirmed to me that she was just worried about us having to stand in that long ass line.
One of the scariest things in life is being with someone who can look you right in your fuckin’ face and just lie. That shit was scary because it put you in a position where you wouldn’t know if you could trust this person. I saw so much in this woman, and because of that, I just couldn’t let her go.
“Get up. I need you to go down to the club tonight because Tiana called out, saying she wasn’t feeling good,” I told Chantel as I walked into the guest bedroom at my house.
She was laid out on her stomach with the covers not even on her. She didn’t budge, so I walked further into the room and stood over her. Chantel was knocked out peacefully, and again, a face so innocent just didn’t look like it was capable of doing the things that she had done. I shook her shoulder and she popped opened her eyes and looked around the room frantically.
“Get up. You got to work at the club tonight,” I told her.
“Why? I thought I was off on Fridays? Doesn’t Tiana have the Friday shift?” she said, sitting up in the bed and pulling her knees up to her chest.
“She called out. Said she wasn’t feeling good,” I told her.
She got out of the bed, sucked her teeth, and stormed into the bathroom. It was ten at night, so I’m sure she was pissed about getting out of the bed, just to go into work tonight.
I smirked as I walked out of the room and went downstairs to fix me something to eat and then head into the den to chill. I was actually just coming in from being at my club, and I didn’t plan on going back in. After I fixed my sandwich, I went into the den, kicked my feet up and turned on the TV. Nights like this, after coming home from a long day of work, I would love to be greeted at the door by a beautiful woman, with my joint rolled and dinner on the table. Believe it or not, I wanted all of this with Chantel, and I just wished that she would see her worth and I would be able to upgrade her position
in my life. I never got to have that shit with my baby mama because once she stopped believing in my dreams, I felt like we had nothing.
Back when I was trying to open my club, I didn’t have the support that I needed for her. Actions speak a thousand words, and the actions she showed me pretty much proved to me that she wasn’t down for a nigga at all. On numerous occasions, I heard from her that I was wasting my time with this club, and now that I have it, I didn’t bring her along to take part in the luxuries that the club brings me.
My baby mama, Allison, was a piece of work, but she did a damn good job at being a mother to my son. For that, I would always make sure that she was straight. She worked a little job for the county as an account clerk, plus, I was giving her money every month. She wasn’t a lazy bitch, but like I said, the fact that I couldn’t have that support from her back then, I didn’t need her support now.
“Are you dropping me off at the club?” Chantel asked, her voice taking me out of my thoughts.
She stood before me in a pair of skin tight booty shorts, with my club name on her shirt. Her long, expensive ass weave that she liked to wear was parted down the middle bone straight. From what I could tell, she wasn’t wearing any make up, just a touch of lip-gloss. On her feet were a pair of hot pink converse. She was so fuckin beautiful, but she just didn’t understand.
“Yeah, I’ll take you. Smile, you getting paid to work,” I said as I hopped off the couch.
“Yeah, but I was supposed to be off tonight,” she fussed.
“You act like you had something else that you wanted to do or some shit. Had I not come and got you out of bed, you would have still been sleeping. What the fuck is so productive about that?” I asked her.
“Would you like to know why I was still sleeping? Maybe because I was up all night last night trying to do something productive with my life. I started writing a book, and when I’m finish, I want to share my story to the fuckin’ world. People think that I’m just some money hungry bitch, when it’s absolutely more to my story, and I would like to share that with people. Plus, I’m sick of sitting in this house with you, feeling like I’m some hoe that you saved,” she said and her voice cracked.
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