She was right. I didn’t want people to know what I was going through. I was devastated. Hope continued to call his phone to no avail. She also called Tasha who wasn’t answering her phone either.
“This can’t be happening,” I said as I sat back down. My anxiety was over the top. I felt like I was near passing out. I sobbed uncontrollably. I was never the emotional type, but I couldn’t hold it together.
“Alisha, what would you like me to tell the guests?” Lisa asked, standing near the door with her notepad in her hand.
I didn’t respond. I felt lightheaded, and soon felt my body sliding out of the chair and down to the floor. When I woke up, I was still in my wedding gown in the back of an ambulance on my way to the hospital. I tried to remove the oxygen mask from my face only to be told to leave it on. I looked over to my left at Hope who was sitting with the paramedic.
After being taken into the emergency room, I was examined and released. I’d merely passed out because of my hyperventilating. Hope informed me that Lisa was taking care of the guests who were in attendance. Most of them were under the impression that the wedding was postponed because I was taken to the hospital. The truth was that Desi had left me and had not answered anyone’s calls.
I was hit with another blow when I arrived home. All of his things were gone. He’d actually packed up and left. I dialed his phone over fifty times trying to get an explanation. I left messages until his voicemail was full. I’d called every one of his friends as well. All of them claimed to be oblivious to his location.
I called Tasha because I really wanted to give her a piece of my mind. I’d never wanted to physically harm someone so bad in my entire life. She’d completely ruined my fucking life. I’d never seen someone so desperate for a man. I wanted to kill that bitch!
I couldn’t understand how he could just pack up and leave without even speaking to me or giving me a chance to explain myself. For the next three days, I stayed in my bed. I didn’t even take a shower so you know a bitch was depressed. Under the circumstances, I didn’t give a rat’s ass about washing up. All I could think about was how my life had spiraled completely out of control.
I thought back to everything I’d experienced growing up. I was never given a fair shot. My mother was the meanest and most heartless woman alive, and not having a father set us up for failure. After my brutal attack and subsequent abortion, I was angry at the world. I wanted every man to suffer for the shit the Johnson boys did to me. I spent years taking niggas for everything I could until I met Desi and decided to change for the better. None of it mattered. Regardless of how much I changed, there was always someone or something waiting in the wings to pull my ass back in.
Weeks passed, and I still hadn’t heard from Desi. To make matters even worse, I was given a notice to vacate the property. I had ten days to find a place to live. I didn’t have much money set up, and I didn’t have anyone to call besides Hope. Luckily, she had some connections and a few thousand dollars to get me an apartment. Once I was all moved in, I promised her that I would pay her every penny of what I owed her.
At that point, there was no turning back. I’d be dammed if I was going to continue to beg Desi to talk me. He’d made his choice so now I’d make mine. I scrolled through my phone and made a list of all the ballers I needed to contact. Fuck niggas; get money. The bitch was back.
Chapter Twenty-four
Stack of Dough
Alisha
Looking down at my watch, I knew I was running late for my meeting. If there was one thing that I hated, it was being late, but the previous night’s events had me so exhausted. I didn’t roll out of bed until after three p.m. I was dressed to kill in a slinky black dress and a simple pair of black platform shoes. You could never go wrong with all black.
My jewelry was simple, silver with rhinestones, and my hair was laid so I was both irresistible and fabulous. I was on my way to see O, or Omar. Omar was one of the top hustlers in the city. I mean this nigga had as many minions as the dude in the movie Despicable Me. Although there was something extremely sexy about a man with power, this was strictly business.
I had been seeing Omar ever since my breakup with Desi. Omar had been the nigga to get me back on my feet, because shit got tight when Desi moved out and forced me out on the damn street. I bounced back fast with his help, and I’d been bouncing on his dick ever since.
I headed straight to the bar when I arrived at the restaurant. I ordered two shots of Patrón and another shot splashed with some pineapple juice. I needed to get tipsy fast. Otherwise, the night might not go the way I’d planned.
Omar had a wife whom he’d been with for over ten years. From the outside looking in you’d think they were the perfect couple. They had the perfect house, the best cars, and four beautiful kids. His wife, Ashley, was beautiful no doubt, but what she lacked was the ability to fuck her man like he needed to be fucked. That’s where I came in. I was damn good at what I did. I’d learned how to maneuver my body in ways that most women weren’t capable of. Therefore, he was like putty in my hands.
I waited patiently and bobbed my head to the sounds of the live jazz band. They were jamming, and I was feeling good from my drinks. Every now and then I’d be approached by a man and offered a drink, but each time I declined. I needed to be ready to do what I came to do.
After another twenty minutes had passed I was becoming annoyed. He was already almost forty minutes late. I was just about ready to walk out when I spotted him and his wife being escorted over to their table. I wasn’t sure if he’d noticed me so I grabbed my phone out of my clutch to send him a text message.
Once he sat down I noticed him going into his pocket to look at his phone. His wife looked over at him, and appeared to be questioning him about the sender of the message. I was anxious. All I could think about was fucking his fine ass. I had to remain calm, at least until he could break away from his woman. I kept a strong stare until he finally noticed me, and our eyes met. He nodded to the left, giving me the signal to meet him out back.
This had been our meeting place for the past three months and, ironically, it was their set date night for the past three months as well. Believe it or not, I wasn’t a threat to her, because I didn’t have any intention of being his girl, or anyone’s, for that matter. After losing Desi, my only priority was to get paid. Surprisingly, that had been working out for me perfectly.
I stood up from the barstool and quickly swallowed the remainder of my drink. I watched Omar walk toward the rear of the restaurant. He was friends with the owner so it wasn’t out of the norm for him to walk through the restricted areas that customers weren’t typically allowed in. I walked right past the table where his wife was seated, and we both looked at each other, and gave a smile.
If this bitch only knew I was about to walk out of there and fuck her husband, she’d wipe that fake ass smile off of her face.
Once I reached the dark parking lot in the back of the restaurant, Omar was sitting on the hood of his car waiting patiently for me. It was about to go down, and my stomach was full of butterflies, just as it always was when doing something so risky.
Without speaking, I walked over to him and stood firmly in between his thighs. I seductively licked my lips, and then stuck my tongue out so he could bring his lips closer to mine. He did as I expected. As he moved in closer, he opened his mouth and quickly took my tongue inside of it. His thick tongue was warm, causing me to get extremely moist down below. His hands caressed my ass as he raised my skirt. His dick was rising and trying to force its way through his jeans. That was my cue to unzip his jeans and release it.
I rubbed the tip of it. As I playfully backed away from him, I stuck my fingers into my mouth and sucked the pre-cum off of them. He smiled while his dick dangled freely. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a condom, and quickly put it on.
Cars were driving by the street at the end of the dead-end block, but once he bent me over the hood and stuck his dick inside of me, they were no lo
nger a part of my world. I bit my lip as he moved in and out of me with force.
I liked it rough, and the intensity of possibly being caught made the shit feel even better. I continued bouncing my ass back against him as he firmly gripped his hands around my waist. You could hear the echo of his body bumping up against mine. The faster he went, the louder the sounds grew. After a half hour of friction, I was nearing an orgasm and the pulsing of his stick let me know that he was too. He increased his speed and dug deeper inside of me before pausing to release all of his juices.
As his body shook his grip got tighter. He let out a few moans as he tried to hold it together. Each time we met the sex was better than the previous encounter. I looked forward to my end-of-the-week treat like a child waking up on Christmas knowing there were gifts waiting under the tree. He was my Santa, and always bought good dick and cash as presents.
He slowly pulled his dick from inside of me before speaking. “You are on birth control, right?” he asked while removing the condom and tossing it over into the lot.
“Yeah, why?” I asked as I stood up to fix my clothing.
“’Cause the condom broke and I didn’t realize it,” he responded while zipping his pants back up.
“Oh, yeah, it’s cool, we’re safe.” I smiled.
“Well, come give me a kiss before we go back inside,” he instructed.
I moved closer to him and met his lips for a kiss. I was excited when he slipped a wad of money into my purse before going back into the restaurant. Once we were inside, we parted ways. I headed over to the ladies’ room to get myself presentable before leaving.
I wet a few paper towels to clean myself off. Then I retrieved my makeup and comb from my purse to fix my hair, and touch up my face. As I was reapplying my red lipstick, I thought back to his comment about the condom breaking. I’d brushed it off so he wouldn’t get bent out of shape, but it wasn’t cool by a long shot.
“Shit!” I said aloud.
I hated when that shit happened. What good were the fucking condoms if they broke more often than not?
After my quick temper tantrum, I got myself together. There was no need to cry over spilled milk. I would pick up a morning-after pill just to be on the safe side.
After being satisfied that my look was in order, I left the restroom. I walked back past their table before leaving as if I didn’t even know him. Shit, she could have him as far as I was concerned. I got what I needed: dick and a stack of dough!
Chapter Twenty-five
The Title
Alisha
The following morning I woke up to the annoying sound of the alarm clock. I damn near knocked the clock on the floor trying to turn it off. I had a nine o’clock appointment at the hair salon, and I needed to be on time or else I’d be in there all damn day. Going to the hairdresser once a week was like a job. I’d never worked a regular nine to five so my patience was short when it came to being in one place for too many hours. I had been sick the previous week and missed my appointment.
Mina was my stylist and since she was one of the hottest in the city, her book was always packed. She’d been styling my hair since I was a teenager, and I didn’t trust anyone but her to touch my mane. I threw on a pair of faux leather shorts and a crop top since it was going up to ninety degrees outside. I always had to be fly, just in the event I ran into a baller. When I wore shorts and stilettos, I had niggas under my spell immediately.
I strutted in the salon in perfect time. The shampoo girl was waiting for me. After my hair was blow dried, I hopped right into Mina’s chair.
“How are things going?” Mina asked while brushing through my hair.
“Everything is great. I’m living it up as usual! You know how I get down,” I replied with a giggle.
“I’m glad to see you doing better after being in the hospital.”
“Yeah, I’m good. I’m glad to be out of there. That flu really kicked my ass! That two-day stay was two of the hardest days of my life, besides the day I was left at the damn alter. I’m just glad that’s all over with, and it’s back to business.”
“Girl, you are the same Alisha, always about them dollars!”
“That ain’t never going to change! Shit, this is me! Anyone who doesn’t like it can kiss my ass!” I replied as we both began laughing.
She began to style my hair as I sat there looking out of the window at this chocolate brotha making his way toward the shop. His jewels were shining, and that shit was ringing like a cash register in my ear. I wished that I were up walking around so he could see my ass jiggle, but my hair was still only halfway done.
He stopped at the receptionist’s desk, and she pointed in my direction after he bent over to ask her a question. Every bitch in the building had her eyes on him. He walked directly over to me. I was speechless, wondering how he’d pinpointed me. I was the shit, but there were about fifteen other chicks in here and my hair wasn’t done. Not to mention the cape that was covering my sexy-ass curves.
“Hey, how are you doing? Are you Alisha?” he asked, flashing his pearly whites.
“Why? Who wants to know?” I asked with sass. I couldn’t have him thinking I was like these other thirsty, drooling bitches.
“He said you would be sassy,” he said.
“Excuse me?” I sat up in my chair.
Mina immediately stopped brushing my hair.
“My boss, Dontay, wants to meet with you. He told me to stop by here and give you this,” he said, passing me a small bag from Tiffany’s. “The address and the meeting time are on the card.” Without another word, he walked away.
I sat there stunned. How the fuck did Dontay know where I’d be, and what the hell did he want to meet about now? He’d been a huge part in the demise of my relationship with Desi, though I blamed Tasha for making something out of nothing. But being the businesswoman I was, I figured that meeting up with him could be beneficial for me. Especially since I was no longer with Desi. All eyes were on me in the shop with the anticipation of seeing what was in the bag. Mina’s nosy ass even abandoned my hair and was also waiting for the reveal.
I pulled the box from the bag, which contained a charm bracelet and necklace set. This nigga doesn’t even know me that well, and he is already spending that change. He’s definitely my type of man!
I pulled out the card that read: Meet me at seven sharp, at the warehouse on Cambria.
After reading the note, I was about ready to jump out of the chair. I wished that Mina could hurry up and finish my hair so I could go change, because I was definitely going to be there at seven, and I was damn sure going to be sharp!
Getting niggas to spoil me was something that I had become a professional at. I ran into a few roadblocks along the way, but I always managed to find my way around them. Since I’d witnessed my mother being trashed by men, I vowed to avoid following in her footsteps.
Instead, I was going to flip the script and take these niggas for everything they had. As far as my taste in men, first came the money and then the looks. I needed a fine-ass thug, but I needed them to be paid first! Without the dough, the looks weren’t important. Everything I wanted I could get, and it came to me easily. All I had to do was flex my ass in front of a nigga and he’d be crawling to get a piece. Once they were caught up, I would take the money and run. I went years before I fell in love with Desi, since love wasn’t something I strived to achieve.
After finishing my runs for the day, I rushed home to change. I was out of the house in record time and not a hair was out of place. I drove down to the warehouse that was on the card. I figured it was the spot where his workers packaged and shipped his inventory of cocaine. I was nervous as I approached the guards who were standing post outside. I had on my freakum dress of course, since I wanted to leave a good impression. The guards searched me, and opened the door to let me in.
As soon I walked in, I noticed Dontay standing toward the back. I switched over to where he was with a strut that had everyone’s attention. Niggas were
practically drooling over the ass as I walked past. He turned to look me up and down a few times before speaking.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the infamous Alisha. You look damn good! I can see why the niggas are losing their dough to you. That nigga Desi created a monster,” he said, smiling.
I nodded, returning the smile while holding in the urge to curse his ass out. Talking about Desi was off-limits. It wasn’t a topic that I liked to revisit.
“I know you’re wondering why I asked you to come here.”
“Yeah, I’m definitely wondering about that,” I responded.
“Well, first, let me thank you for coming. Did you like the gift?”
“You are welcome and yes, I loved it, but I’d rather skip the small talk and find out exactly what it is you want from me.”
“I see that you are all about business, and I like that. That shit is a turn-on, if you know what I mean! I tried to come at you before on a personal tip, but this here is something different. You’re sexy as hell when you’re mad. You know that?” he said while laughing, before noticing my evil stare. “I’m just fucking with you, ma. Let’s go to my office so we can talk. You don’t have to be all serious and shit all the time,” he said, beginning to walk into the direction of his office.
I wasn’t always this serious, but I wanted him to believe that so he wouldn’t think that I was a pushover and attempt to take advantage of me. We entered the plush office that looked like it in no way belonged in the back of a warehouse. It looked more like something you’d see on HGTV or some shit. The office had thick beige carpet and a large cherry-wood desk with a coffee-colored leather chair. He had a huge gun cabinet with at least ten guns in it, and a large plasma TV on the wall. The pictures from Scarface and The Godfather displayed his strength. Shit like that turned me on, because I knew a nigga who worshiped them was bound to display some of their characteristics. I walked around the room for a few minutes before sitting down in the chair opposite the desk. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he spoke. I was anxious to hear what he had to say.
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