Call me a heartless nigga if you want to, but this is the hand that I was dealt when that nigga acted like he was too good to put me on the money team with him. I wasn’t asking the nigga for a fuckin’ handout or no shit like that, all I wanted from his ass was for him to listen to my CD, and we would be able to go from there. I probably would have been able to respect the nigga a little bit more if he would’ve at least taken the CD from me and then possibly take my number down and if he wasn’t feeling my shit, then he could have given a nigga some constructive criticism.
I can tell that he was the type of nigga who wasn’t going to just hand someone over some shit. In his eyes, he felt like since he had to bust his ass to get to where he is now, then it should be like that for every other aspiring rapper. Looking at myself, in the next five years, I can see myself either dead or in jail if I didn’t get my life together. I kind of felt like it was too late for change because once I made my mind up about something, then that’s what I planned to do. Right now, the plan was to set that nigga up and eat fuckin’ steaks and lobsters off his money that I planned on taking from his bitch ass, and then I was going to fuck his bitch and his jit was going to be calling me daddy.
Quay
“We about to go to the doctor’s office right now and see what the fuck is going on with you. And I swear to God, if you’re pregnant, you’re deading that shit today,” I yelled at her as I walked into the bathroom and saw that she had a positive pregnancy test lying on the bathroom counter.
I couldn’t believe the shit that I was going through right now, and for the first time in a very long time, a nigga was stressing. Since I stopped fuckin’ with Monae, I’ve been pretty much doing some reckless shit. You know, the usual, partying, drinking, smoking, and fuckin’ bad bitches damn near every day of the week. See, the thing is, I was strapping up with these bitches, but I fucked around and ran up in a chick by the name of Paris. See, the thing about Paris, is that Paris wasn’t just some bitch that I started fuckin’. In fact, Paris was a female that I used to mess around with back in the day, but all of that stopped when she moved to Atlanta.
I happened to run into her a couple weeks ago at K.O.D, and she and I have been fuckin’ like rabbits ever since. Paris and I were never necessarily in a relationship back then, more like friends with benefits. We would talk on the phone and shit, fuck, go on dates, but we never really put a title on what we had going on. I had some type of feelings for her, but I didn’t love her. In fact, Monae was the only female I ever loved, besides my mother.
I know society probably gets tired of hearing the same old sad story about a boy growing up, only having his mother there to raise him, but that’s just the hand that I was dealt in life. So, with that being said, I grew up in a household, only having the luxury of being raised by my mother and fuckin’ dreams. If a nigga didn’t have his dreams, he didn’t have shit. The only positive force that I had growing up in a rat infested apartment, located in the slums of Opa-locka, was the fact that I was positive that that shit wouldn’t be my future. So as a boy, Quan and I dreamed, and we dreamed big. We knew one day that he would be the hottest rapper to ever step out of Miami, and I would be there to manage him.
The point I’m trying to make here is that my mother raised me and she did it all by herself. Of course, I was told at an early age that my daddy wasn’t shit and that I better not grow up to be anything like his coward ass when I became a man. Which is why I was so set on about Monae coming out to everybody and letting them know that we were together.
I loved Monae with everything that beats in me, and I was just tired of being a fuckin’ secret. My mother taught me as a child the correct way to treat a woman, which wasn’t hard because the only thing she had to instill in me was to treat women the way I wanted a man to treat her. Which is why I worshiped the ground that Monae walked on. I let that little girl get away with murder, and the fact that I had to walk away from that was causing me to act out of character. Fuckin’ different bitches every day of the week was some shit that Quan’s ass be on, that shit wasn’t up my alley. But I swear heartbreak will make you do some crazy things. Monae has been blowing my phone up nonstop since the day I walked out on her, but I still wasn’t quite ready to fuck with her ass on that level.
“What you mean I have to dead the shit, Quay? If I’m pregnant with your baby, how can you ask me to get an abortion?” Paris asked, looking at me with a sad look on her beautiful face.
Paris was a beautiful girl, but let’s be clear here, she wasn’t fuckin’ with Monae on any type of level. Paris was brown skinned, with a thick frame, a slim waist and a fat ass that I loved to grip when I was hitting it from the back. She stood about 5’5” and she kept her jet black hair in a natural wrap that resting at her shoulders.
Monae was perfect because I had put a good amount of effort into her body. Before I started fuckin’ Monae, she was skinny as hell, but she still had a little bit of ass on her. Then she started learning how to take this dick the way that I wanted her to, and when I put her ass in the gym with me, her body was fuckin’ perfect now, especially that thigh gap that I blessed her with.
“Paris, you already know my situation right now. I’m not in no position to be trying to have no baby with you. Come on, lil mama, we not even together. You deserve better than that,” I said, sounding like a typical nigga trying to get a bitch to get an abortion. Shit, but what I was saying was very much true.
“I bet if that young bitch was pregnant with your baby, you wouldn’t be saying this shit,” she fussed.
I jumped up and wrapped my large hand around her throat.
“Watch your fuckin’ mouth, Paris, and don’t call her no fuckin’ bitch. And you damn right, if Monae comes to me claiming she’s pregnant then I’m cool with that because I know that’s where the fuck I want to be! I’m just not fuckin’ with her ass right now,” I said and shoved her into the wall of her room.
I watched as a few tears slid down her face. I didn’t want to come off as heartless, and I knew I was just taking my frustrations out on her. But her calling Monae a bitch had pushed my buttons a little too far.
“Get dressed and I’ll meet you in the car. We don’t even have to go to the doctor, let’s just go to Walgreens and get an accurate pregnancy test because this cheap little shit that you copped from the dollar store is not going to cut it,” I said and made my way from out of her room.
Outside, I headed to my 2015 BMW X5 truck. I had copped this bad boy when I bought Monae her BMW. I got in my car, let the seat back a little, reached inside the glove compartment on the passenger side and pulled out my stash of weed. When I opened the glove compartment, a pair of red thongs flew to the floor and I smiled, thinking about Monae and the last time I had fucked her in this car. Her thong was still in there because I barely drove this truck, and I guess I never did take it out. I pulled out my weed and stuffed her panties back inside, and then began to roll up.
I had my own little rotation going on when I noticed Paris walking toward the car with a mean scowl on her face. She was dressed in a pair of sweatpants from pink, with the matching sweater and she had a pair of Converse on her feet. She got into the car and I pulled off.
“There’s a slight chance that I might be pregnant, so could you at least respect me enough not to smoke around me,” she said.
I almost slapped the shit out of her ass. I swear this new generation of pregnant women were so damn extra. It’s like, even if you are pregnant, the fact that I’m smoking right now wasn’t going to cause any harm, so I chose to continue smoking my blunt until I felt like I was good and high.
Ten minutes later, we pulled up to a Walgreens and I parked the car, handed Paris a fifty-dollar bill, and told her to go inside and pick up three tests. I stayed in the car and waited for her while bopping my head to Quan’s mixtape. As I was in the car chilling, I noticed another BMW pull up behind me. I prayed to God that it wasn’t Monae, even though I knew it was her. She was the only female in the hood t
o ride her short ass around in a matte black BMW, with 28-inch rims. I knew that she had spotted my car and lord knows that I wanted to drive off, but I was already caught, so it was no use trying to hide. Hopefully, this would be quick and smooth and I wouldn’t have to worry about her running into Paris.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Monae knocked on my car window and I slowly rolled the window down a little bit. I looked down at her, dressed in a pair of ripped booty shorts, with a burgundy tank top and a pair of slides on her feet. I could tell that she was coming from the nail salon because she still had the shit that they put between your toes when they finish painting them, plus Monae always wore shit like this whenever she was about to get her nails or her hair done.
“Why are you sitting in the parking lot of Walgreens looking stupid? And how come I haven’t heard back from your ass?” she asked me.
As soon as she said that, Paris walked out of the store. Monae didn’t know of Paris but Paris damn sure knew of Monae, she even knew how she looked. I silently cursed because I knew that wasn’t nothing pretty about to come from this situation. Paris walked to the car with a smirk on her face, and I could see the wheels in Monae’s head turning already.
“Oh, so this is the reason why a bitch can’t even get a text back? Right Quay? You round here riding around with this bitch that you forgot about the fuckin’ unresolved problems that me and you have!” Monae said in a voice that was so calm, that it was almost scary.
I heard Paris chuckle and so did Monae because she was now charging in her direction.
“Bitch what the fuck is so funny? Do I look like Kevin Hart or something because I don’t see shit funny about a bitch that’s about to get her ass beat over a nigga that’s not even yours!” Monae was now in Paris’ face.
“News check, bitch, he ain’t your nigga either! You dumb ass little girl! Ask Quay who the fuck he’s been coming home to these past few weeks,” she said.
Before I could restrain Monae, she had already pushed Paris to the ground, causing the continents in the bag to spill on the floor. Monae only got a few licks in before I picked her up because I didn’t want her out here fighting in the streets like a fuckin’ hood rat.
“Put me down, Quay! This how you do me? You were so quick to break up with me so you could go and run around with another bitch. Well, you can have her because I don’t want your ass anymore. Move!” she said, trying to get out of my grasp, but I wouldn’t let her go.
I knew Monae, and I knew that as soon as I let her down, she was going to charge for Paris again. It just so happened that Monae looked down and spotted one of the pregnancy tests lying on the floor next to my foot.
“She’s pregnant?” she asked me.
I could hear the hurt and the anger in her voice. God, it killed me to see my baby like that. I didn’t even have the courage to answer her because honestly I didn’t know myself.
“Let me go, Quay! I’m going to go back to my car,” Monae cried.
I held her in my arms for a few more seconds and then I put her down on her feet. She looked at me with hurt eyes and then made her way back to her car. I followed her with my eyes and I watched as she got in her car, wiped her eyes and pulled off.
Paris was already in the car, and no words needed to be said between the two of us. I got in and drove her back to her house. I wasn’t even in the mood to find out if she was pregnant or not, but I did hand her five hundred dollars when she got out of the car, basically telling her to handle that shit if she was indeed pregnant.
Chapter 10: Dre
“Yes, Ms. Diaz is wrapping up a meeting right now, and I was told not to bother her. She should be finishing up things shortly, so as soon as I get the memo, I will let her know that you are here,” the receptionist let me know as I stood in Toya’s building, waiting to take her to lunch.
Three weeks had passed since our little fiasco in her office, and her ass has been ducking and dodging a nigga. I swear I was all out of my element fuckin’ around with this girl. She had my thugged out ass standing in the lobby of her job, holding a bouquet of yellow flowers in my hand, and about to ask her, well demand her ass to go to lunch with me. I was wearing a pair of white jeans from Robin, with a navy blue, long sleeve, collared polo on. On my feet were a pair of wheat Timbs, and of course, I had my slugs in my mouth because I knew low key that her ass liked that shit.
Five minutes later, I watched as she and about ten other people walked out of a room together and they were all headed in my direction, except for Toya because she walked in the direction of her office. I could tell that the others were probably about to head for the elevators. I gave the receptionist an ‘okay, you can call her now,’ look, and she nodded her head.
Once she ended the call, she told me that it was okay for me to head on back to Toya’s office. I knocked on the door and she called for me to come in. I admired the outfit that she was wearing today. She was dressed in a pair of high waist slacks that were damn near glued to her thighs, and a black silk shirt that fit tightly around her midsection, showcasing her tiny ass waist. On her feet were a pair of pumps that had her ass poking out in them pants.
I couldn’t control myself anymore, so I set the flowers on her desk and walked up on her and wound my hands around her waist. Inhaling deeply, I pulled her close to me, loving the smell of her sweet perfume.
“Why a nigga got to do all of this to talk to your ass? You got me out here looking like a little bitch, popping up at your job and shit with flowers,” I said.
She chuckled, and I could tell that I was slowly wearing her down.
“I like to see you sweat, Diandre. You strike me as the type of man who gets whatever he wants, and has pussy thrown his way, nonstop,” she said.
I gave her a serious look. “You’re right, but I want your pussy. I want you,” I said, and watched as her cheeks turned bright red.
She backed away from me, but I came at her again. She had no choice but to back up into the wall, so I stood over her and placed both of my large hands on either side of her body.
“Listen, Toya, all niggas ain’t the same, so let me, at least, prove that shit to you. I could be somewhere right now chasing these blue hundreds, but I’m chasing your ass! That got to count for something. So, come on, let a nigga take you out to lunch, and I’ll bring you back when you got to be back,” I said.
I could read her face and she was thinking very hard about the situation.
“Okay, but I’m driving my car. I’ll just follow you,” she said.
I shook my head. “Hell no! You’re on break, so that’s what you need, a break! A break from driving, working, all of that! I’ll even feed your ass, so that way, you won’t have to lift a finger. Come on, get your shit and let your people know that daddy is about to go feed you,” I said and backed away from her.
She went into her closet, which was in the far left corner of her office and retrieved her red Hermes purse. I swear, every time I saw her, she had a different purse. I loved her style though that shit was very sexy. We exited her office and I followed her to the front, where she stopped at the desk to talk to the receptionist.
“Hey, Liz, I’m going out for a bit, so please forward all of my calls. I will be back within an hour or two. Also, before I forget, get in contact with the family today and see if we’re still on for me to show the house today at four. If not, I can leave out of here at a decent time today. I’ll see you when I get back,” she said.
We took the elevator down to the lobby and I walked ahead of her as trailed behind, texting away on her phone. I unlocked the car door and walked over to the passenger side and helped her into the car. After that, I walked over to my side and got in as well. Five minutes into the drive, her cell phone began to ring, so I turned the music down a little bit.
“Hello, this is Latoya,” she answered the phone.
“Oh yes, hello Mr. Adams. Yes, I was aware of that. Yes, that’s fine. Umm, I’ll have to check when I get back to my office because I’m not around the s
chedule right now.”
She spoke for a few more seconds and then she finally hung up the phone. Not even a second later, her phone rang again.
“Hello, this is Latoya,” she said again.
I could tell that this time she was aggravated.
“Todays, not good, I have to show a house at four. Yes, tomorrow at three will be great. Okay, talk to you then,” she said and hung up the phone, letting out a frustrated breath.
“Give me your phone,” I said, with my left hand still on the steering wheel, while holding my right hand out.
“For what?”
I couldn’t see her face because I had my eyes on the road, but I’m pretty sure that she was looking at me like I was crazy.
“Toya, just give me your phone,” I said, this time with a little bit more bass in my voice.
She placed her iPhone in my hand, and I powered it off and placed it in my front pocket.
“Boy, if you don’t give me back my phone! Why would you do that?” she asked me with an attitude.
“Toya, you’re on fuckin’ break! Them people can wait!” I said, and she didn’t say anything else about the situation.
I wasn’t trying to come off as bossy or no shit like that, but that shit was pissing me off that they wouldn’t even let her take her damn break in peace. I could already tell that by the time I made her my woman, I was going to want her to quit her fuckin’ job because I wouldn’t want nobody else working my woman, except for me, let alone, telling her what the fuck to do. That was my fuckin’ job! I didn’t want her taking orders from no other niggas either. I was a stingy ass nigga, so it was only right that I am stingy when it comes to my woman.
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to Red Lobster to have lunch. I had secretly called Charlie while I was on my way to pick up Toya, and she informed me that Red Lobster was her favorite restaurant, and yellow was her favorite color, which is why I had gotten her the yellow roses.
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