305 Lovin' 2

by Diamond Johnson

  “Yellow roses, plus my favorite restaurant. Let me find out, you’ve been stalking me,” she said, smirking, as we both got out of the car.

  I walked with her in front of me, as I held on softly to the small of her back. It was Tuesday at one in the afternoon, so it wasn’t really anyone inside. As soon as we walked inside, we were seated.

  “Hello, I’m Marissa and I’ll be your waitress for today. Can I start you two off with something to drink?” the young, cheerful waitress asked us.

  I looked at Toya, signaling for her to go first.

  “I’ll take a raspberry lemonade and water,” she said.

  The waitress looked at me for my drink order.

  “I’ll just have a Coke,” I told her.

  “Okay, I’ll go and put that in right now. I’ll take your order as soon as I get back,” she said and walked away.

  I slouched down in the seat and folded my arms across my chest. I stared at her for a minute, and then she looked up at me from her menu.

  “Why you looking at me like that?” she asked me, not once dropping our eye contact.

  “You let that nigga take you out to lunch?” I wanted to know her answer because I hadn’t seen her since that night, and I wanted to know what was up.

  “Did I let what nigga take me out to lunch?” she asked me, confused.

  “That corny ass nigga from your job. Did you let him take you out to lunch like he said he would?’ I repeated.

  She looked at me and laughed. “Oh, you’re talking about James? No, I didn’t let him take me to lunch,” she said.

  Good for him, I thought. Had he gone behind my back and still taken her to lunch, he and I would have had some problems.

  “Keep it that way. I’m the only nigga that’s going to be taking your fine ass out to eat, so Toya, please do not try me.”

  She just shook her head, never replying to what I had just told her.

  Damn near an hour later, we were heading back to my car. “Oh my God, I am so full, Diandre, and my feet are killing me,” Toya said.

  That was all a nigga needed to hear. I stepped in front of her, picked her up bridal style and carried her to the car. When we reached my car, I set her down on top of the car and spread her legs a little so that I could stand between them.

  “Wrap your arms around my neck,” I told her.

  She cocked her head to the side, but she still did what I asked.

  “This can be every day for you if you just let me. Let me be your man, Toya. Let me be the one that you come home to from a long day of work. I promise to feed you, cater to you, and fuck you good every night, and be faithful and love your ass. Just give a nigga a chance. I ain’t never have a woman for shit before in my life, but damn baby, you got a nigga begging.” I could still sense that my words weren’t moving her.

  “Diandre, I don’t know,” she said.

  Instantly, I got pissed off. I hit the hood of my car because I felt like all the shit that I was doing for her ass was going unnoticed. It’s like all this shit was for nothing.

  “You a good girl, Toya, and you gone miss a good thing because you keep comparing me to these other lame ass niggas. I’m already out of my element by begging your ass, so I’m not gone beg your ass no more since I see that you done made your mind up.”

  I left her on top of the car and then headed over to the driver’s side. I waited for her to get in, and then I handed her phone and started up the car. We drove in silence the whole way back to her office. When I got in the parking garage, I unlocked the door for her to get out.

  “Diandre—” she started, but I stopped her.

  “It’s cool, lil mama, you made your choice and I’m not about to chase you no more. I’ll leave you alone,” I said.

  She gave me a sad look and then she got out of the car. I was done chasing after her ass. Too bad I won’t get the chance to see what could have been.

  12:01 A.M

  Somebody tell that bitch she gotta go! She gotta go!

  She all up in my house walkin’ round with no clothes! She gotta go! Tell that bitch she gotta go!

  I didn’t have shit else to do tonight, so I decided to swing by the studio and see what Quan’s ass was up to. I had promised this nigga that I would come chill with him one of these days in the studio, but I’d been having my own little thing going on, and I barely had time for any extra shit. But crazy how I was making extra time to be all up under Toya.

  I walked into the studio and it was a bunch of niggas posted up on the wall as Quan stood in the booth with a joint in his hand, recording his new song, “She Gotta Go.” This song was the shit, though, I wasn’t even going to lie, it was basically about a bitch that Quan brought home from the club and fucked, but she was getting way too comfortable, walking around the house naked like she had it like that. So, the message to the song was, us niggas saying that she gotta go.

  I walked into the room and threw both of my hands in the air, trying to get Quan’s attention. He looked up with a goofy smile on his face and told the nigga who was making the beats to cut the music off. He came out of the booth and we shook each other up. He made everybody get out of the room, expect for Quay. The three of us were in desperate need of a nigga one on one. We had been so focused on our lives, that we hadn’t really had time to link up.

  “Nigga, what brings your ass down here?” he asked me once it was just the three of us in the room.

  “Shit, I just finished dropping off the last of that work, so I figured that I’ll come slide over your way,” I told him.

  “Nigga, you still fuckin’ around with that shit, Dre? Why you continue to drive your grandma crazy like that?” Quay asked me, referring to the fact that I was still very much heavy in the street.

  “Chill, nigga, I’m almost done with this shit. After tonight, I got another drop to make and I’m about to start working on some new shit, man.”

  I was telling the God honest truth. I was getting too old to be taking risks like this, and Lord knows I didn’t feel like going back to jail. I know for a fact that it would kill my grandma if something were to happen to me out here in these streets.

  “I keep telling your hard headed ass that you need to jump on one of these tracks with a nigga. Dre, I think your ass was the only nigga on the block that could sit with me when it came to this rapping shit,” Quan said.

  For the first time, I really gave that shit some thought.

  “Fuck it! Call that nigga back in here that was doing the beat, let me see what I got up my sleeve. I got to see if a nigga still got it,” I said, standing up from my seat.

  Quan had the biggest smile on his face as he went to get the engineer while I went inside the booth.

  “Start it from where I finish my second verse,” I heard Quan tell the engineer, and he did exactly that.

  I had to let the music take me to a place, and then I would be able to spit out a bomb ass verse.

  She all up in the kitchen cookin’ breakfast and shit like she my Mrs.

  I told her, bitch, when you done you better wash them mother fuckin’ dishes!

  Just because I blessed you with this dick, you’re still a chicken and I’ll be a dumb nigga to ever take you serious!

  Hoe, you just swallowed all of my children so once you finish eating, hoe you gotta go!

  I freestyled and watched as the niggas in the back went crazy over my little verse. Damn, a nigga was starting to see the bigger picture right now. All I had to do was take this shit a little bit more serious, and then I was in there. I knew I could be great at this shit because I was surrounded by motivation and love. After adding a few more parts to my verse, Quan went in and finished his part. We didn’t wrap things up until about four o’clock in the morning.

  “Damn, nigga, this the time you leave out this bitch every night?” I asked him.

  I mean, the time didn’t matter to me because I been hustling damn near my whole life, so I was used to the sun beating me home. But damn, I didn’t think this rappi
ng shit would be the same way.

  “Hell yeah, nigga, but I try not to be in this bitch every night. This where most of Charlie and my beef comes from. She hates going to sleep without me being there, but I’m trying to explain to her that I’m doing all of this shit for her and China,” Quan let me know, as he threw on his white MCM backpack.

  “Speaking of Charlie, how are you and lil sis? I saw that shit that went down with her and old girl at the shop,” I told Quan as we made our way to the parking lot.

  “Shit, we just taking one day at a time really. She still didn’t move back in the house, but we are at least on speaking terms. I’m trying to do the right thing, and shit, a nigga haven’t even gone out and sampled no other pussy, and you already know Charlie ain’t giving that shit up to a nigga,” he said.

  I laughed. Charlie’s ass was tough.

  “What’s going on with you and Toya? Sis still not fuckin’ with you like that, huh?” he asked me and I sucked my teeth.

  “Man, I been chasing after that woman since the first night I saw her, and I’m tired of running after her ass, man. She got me out here stopping by her office to take her to lunch and shit, and she still ain’t acknowledging the effort a nigga trying to put in.”

  “Don’t give up so easily on her, though. She just needs the right man to handle her ass, and I’m sure that you can do that. Oh yeah, nigga, don’t forget about China’s birthday party this weekend. She keeps asking if her god daddy is going to be there and I told her yes, so your ass better show up,” Quan said.

  I nodded my head. “You know I’ll be there to celebrate my god daughter’s birthday. But I’m out of here, man, a nigga been on the go since this morning.” I gave him dap and then walked to my car.

  I got into my car, wondering if I was really about to stop putting in this effort to get the woman that I could see being my future wife. I didn’t know what to do because there was only so much that a nigga like me could take. Like Quan said, I didn’t want to be so quick to give up, but Toya shouldn’t be so quick to judge me either.

  Chapter 11: Charlie

  “Hmm Quan, please stoppp … mmm” I moaned as I lay spread eagle on his bed while he feasted on my pussy. I know I wasn’t supposed to be fuckin’ with this man on this type of level, but I just couldn’t control myself. This all started because he asked if China and I could spend the night over this weekend since we would be throwing her a big birthday party today at his mansion.

  I was kind of skeptical about staying because I knew that exactly what we’re doing right now would happen. It was five in the morning and I was lying on my back on cloud nine as Jaquan continued to slide his tongue in and out of me, eating my pussy like he was getting paid to do it. He was licking, sucking and twirling his tongue around on my clit, causing me to let out loud moans that I was trying to control because I didn’t want to wake up China.

  “Ahh shittt, QUANNNN!” I cried out because every time he would find my spot, he would stop, and I hated when he played around when I was trying to catch my nut.

  “Ohh, you got an attitude? Tell me what you want, bae?” he asked me, leaning up so that he could suck on my neck.

  He did it so rough that I was sure my yellow ass was going to have plenty of hickeys in a few seconds. He slid his hand down and gently massaged my clit as he sucked on my neck and I let out a gasp. Even though he was only fingering me, he was making my body feel so good, and I enjoyed every single second of it.

  “Tell me what you want, bae,” he said, removing his fingers from my wetness and his lips from my neck.

  He stood up and undressed. I admired his body as I lay back down on the bed, with my legs still spread open for him, waiting for him to slide up in me.

  “I want you to make me cum,” I said to him in a seductive way, once he positioned himself on top of me.

  I looked down at his thick dick and noticed that he was hard as a rock. I licked my lips in anticipation because I couldn’t wait to feel all of him inside of me. My pussy was dripping wet and was eagerly waiting for daddy to slide up in me. I watched him as he placed his dick at the front of my entrance, and in a teasing way, he continued to rub the head of his dick on my clit. I was moaning his name and rolling my hips at the same time.

  Just when I felt myself about to cum, he eased all ten of his inches inside me and I squealed. Stopping my scream, he leaned over and brought his lips to mine, and we shared a nasty, passionate kiss. The kiss was turning me on to the fullest, and I could feel my juices slip out of me as he continued to assault my pussy.

  “Charlie, we in this shit until the fuckin’ wheels fall off, so please act like you know! So where the fuck you going?” he asked me, as he held onto both of my small ankles. This way, I was able to take and feel everything, which caused a single tear to fall from my ass from the pain I was receiving.

  “Nowhere! I’m staying with you,” I moaned, shocking myself that I had said that. Then again, when it came to answering shit while having sex, I would have agreed to anything.

  “You gone stop letting these hoes put shit in your ear about me? You gone start fuckin’ listening to my ass? Huh?” he asked me because I wasn’t answering him.

  He was making my body feel so good that I couldn’t form the words. I tried to just nod my head, hoping that that would be enough but he wasn’t letting me get off that easy.

  “Answer me, Charlie, or I swear I’m pulling my dick out,” he demanded, but he continued to move in and out of me in a rough.

  “Yes, I’ll LISTEN! Shitttt, Quannn, right thereeeee,” I cried out as he pounded away at my insides. This time, he found my spot and he stayed on it.

  “Get yours off! Go ahead,” he said, and a second later, I wet his whole dick up with my juices.

  I pulled him into me by his shoulders and kissed him ever so gently on his lips as I held on to his ears. His dick was still inside of me and very much still hard as a rock.

  This time around when he slid in me, he moved nice and slow, making love to my body. There was a time when every woman wanted to get her back blown out by her man, which he had just finished doing, and I loved everything about it. And then there was a time when a woman just wanted her body made love to, and that’s what he was doing now. I loved when Jaquan was gentle with me because his soft side came out more. The only sound in the room right now was him dipping in and out of my wetness, his grunts and my moans. He was making love to my mind, body, and soul, and I couldn’t help but to fall more in love with him.

  We came at the same time, and once Jaquan filled me up with his seeds, he fell back on the bed and I turned my body, lying in a fetal position. Even though the sex was over, I could somehow feel his dick still moving inside of me.

  “You ready for today? Jaquan asked me, referring to China’s big birthday party.

  “Hell no, I’m ready for it to be over, I know that much. This little girl has driven me crazy all month about this party, and then she invited damn near everybody in the first grade to the party,” I vented, thinking about my spoiled ass daughter and all of the shit she had me busting my ass to do for her birthday.

  Jaquan took no parts in helping, all he did was hand me his black card and he told us that we could have the party at his house since it was big enough.

  “Come here,” he said to me, reaching his hands out.

  I crawled over to him, laying my head on his arm, looking directly into his eyes.

  “I appreciate you, Charlie, I really do. Today is China’s day, and you’ve made sure that her day is going to be perfect. I love you even more for that,” he said and then kissed my lips once, twice. Then the kiss got more heated, as I let him slide his tongue into my mouth.

  Just as I was reaching under the covers to grab his dick, the bedroom door opened and I knew it was nobody but China.

  “China, what the hell did I tell you about doing that? Go back out and do it again,” I said to her, mainly because I wanted to have a minute to throw on my robe or something.

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p; I had been telling China to knock when she comes into the room and she never does it, but I needed her to do it now so that she wouldn’t catch her father and me naked. Jaquan and I were lying at the foot of the bed, so I had to turn around and make sure that she did exit the room. I watched her as she closed the door, and then I jumped up and picked up my silk robe from the floor and tried running my hands through my hair to make myself look presentable.

  Jaquan got up as well and threw on his boxers along with his Polo pajama bottoms.

  China knocked on the door and I yelled for her to come in.

  “Really, Mommy? I was already in here, you could have just let me stayed inside,” she said.

  I went over to her and picked her up. “China, don’t play with me this morning. I will still pop you on your birthday,” I said, placing kisses on both sides of her face.

  She laughed and wiped it away.

  “Happy birthday, princess. You know I love you very much, right?’ I asked her.

  She nodded her head. “I know, Mommy, and I love you too. What did you get me for my birthday?”

  I laughed at her bluntness. She had gotten her personality from me.

  “You’ll see later on at your party,” I said and put her down.

  She ran for her daddy and I went into the bathroom. After I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I walked back into of the bedroom and noticed that neither Jaquan or China were in the bedroom. I walked over to my phone and called Monae. It was now going on seven in the morning, so I knew she probably was still in the bed, but I needed to make sure she was still coming to help me decorate.

  “What, Charlie? I know this isn’t no one but you calling me this early in the damn morning,” she groaned into the phone.

  I chuckled. “I wanted to make sure you were still coming, Monae. Remember I told you to be here by 8” I said into the phone.