“That’s fine. I don’t want you working anyways. I already told you I don’t want you taking orders from anybody but me,” he said. He pulled me closer into him by my ass.
I didn’t want to feel like we were rushing things, but this felt so perfect. I pushed in the dimple in his left cheek and admired how handsome he was.
“What did the doctors say to you?” he asked me, laying his head on my chest and sniffing my skin.
“They said that I have a bladder infection.”
“Damn, and did they say what caused it?” he asked me, looking visibly concerned.
“She says that frequent sex can be one of the causes. I know it has something to do with how rough you are with me too,” I said.
He waved me off. “The doctor didn’t tell you that, so don’t go making shit up. What else did you find out over there?”
“Well, I got some birth control pills that I’m supposed to take every day at 9 p.m.,” I told him.
I could tell that’s not what he wanted to hear because he removed his hands from my ass.
“I’ll wear a condom the next time, but I don’t want you taking no pills,” he said.
I didn’t believe him. After our first time, Dre has yet to put on a condom, and I didn’t want to take any more chances like we were already taking.
“We’ll finish this conversation later,” I said to him.
He gently shoved me back some and jumped down from his car. “What we got to finish later? I said what I said, Toya. Don’t fuck your body up by taking them damn pills. I said I’ll strap up the next time and I mean that shit,” he said. He was about to get into his car and leave me standing there.
“Why you walking away, then? Are you mad at me or something?” I walked over to him and got in his face. I could tell from the way his body tensed up that he was mad at me.
“You said don’t take the pills and I won’t. Can I at least get a hug and a kiss before you leave?” I asked him in a sad voice.
He pulled me to him and hugged me tightly, and then placed tender kisses on my lips. When I pulled away, my eyes locked with James and I could see the look of hurt, envy, and anger in his eyes. I kept my arms wrapped around Dre because I didn’t want him to turn around and see the way James was staring at us. I never gave James any reason to feel like I was feeling him or anything, so I was confused as to why he was looking at me with such hate. I watched as he got into his car and pulled off.
“Come over to my crib tonight. I want to cook dinner for you,” Dre said.
I smiled widely and kissed his lips.
“You are so damn goofy. I’ll link up with you later tonight, I got a few more moves that I have to make,” he said.
I gave him one more final hug and kiss and then I headed back to the elevator. The whole ride up, all I could think about was, who would have thought that I, Latoya Diaz, would let a man get this close to her heart and was damn near on the verge of being in love. I never in a million years thought that I would end up getting with Dre because I had judged him before I even got the chance to know him. Yeah, he was rugged and rough around the edges, but I somehow was able to bring the gentleness out of him.
Chapter 12: Charlie
Ring! Ring! Ring!
I was awakened out of my sleep by the sound of my phone ringing on the night stand. I rolled over and looked at the time on the clock and realized that it was fuckin’ three in the damn morning. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Quay calling me. Suspicion got the best of me because I couldn’t for the life of me understand why he was calling me this late in the night. I looked over and realized that Jaquan still hadn’t made it home yet, so I figured that it may have something to do with him. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and then answered the phone with an attitude.
“Hello?” I said into the phone, pissed that precious time was being taken away from my sleep. I had been up since six o’clock this morning and was in my store for over fourteen hours. I ended up having to call my mama so that she could pick up Charlie from school because I wouldn’t be able to make it. We had an inspection, new inventory, plus I was doing interviews at the store, so my hands were pretty tied.
“Hey, sis, I hate to call you this late at night, but your man down here at the studio drunk off his ass and he say that he ain’t leaving until you come and get him,” Quay said.
I sucked my teeth. For one, Quan barely even drank heavy like that, he just smoked weed like a fuckin’ pot head all day, and he knew how to control his liquor. This led me to believe that something was bothering him for him to lose his common sense and get sloppy drunk at the studio. A part of me was pissed at him because now I had to get out of my bed in the middle of the night, but another part of me was worried about him as well.
“Alright, I’m on my way now,” I said and then ended the call.
I got out of my bed and went into the drawer that I had in Jaquan’s bedroom and picked out a pair of white shorts and a white tank top. I threw on my gold Gucci sandals, and since my hair was in a ponytail, I brushed over it again and threw on my True Religion hat. I grabbed my Louis Vuitton handbag from off of the dresser, walked out of his bedroom, and headed for the stairs. I swear I was so happy that my mama had my baby because I would have hated to have to get her out of her bed at this time of morning.
After setting the alarm on the house, I made my way inside the garage, got into my car and I was on my way to pick up my stupid ass baby daddy. I drove going 80 miles per hour and made it to the studio within thirty minutes. I parked my car, leaving my purse up under the seat and jumped out with my keys and phone in hand. I walked into the studio. For it to be this late at night, you would have thought that it was twelve in the afternoon by all of the niggas that were posted up in the lobby. I never understood why Jaquan felt the need to keep all of these niggas around the studio while he worked. That shit was just stupid to me, which is why I never brought my ass over there. I think I’ve only been there a handful of times and that’s because I needed to get in contact with Jaquan, and everybody knows that when his ass gets in the studio, he doesn’t pick up his cell phone.
I walked into the room, where I knew that Jaquan records at and he was lying on the floor knocked out, while Quay and Dre sat off to the side, talking amongst themselves. I was shocked to see Dre’s hustling ass in the studio, then I remembered Jaquan telling me the other day that he was going to make Dre take this rapping shit more serious because he didn’t want to see his brother behind bars again like an animal. Speaking of Dre, I needed to get in contact with Toya to see what happened with her and him that night that she did a pop up on his ass.
“Why the fuck y’all even let him drink all this shit?” I asked them two fools as I glanced over and saw empty bottles of Patron and Hennessey on the floor next to Jaquan’s foot.
“That’s a grown ass man. Fuck I look like telling that nigga that he can’t drink?” Dre said, getting defensive.
I waved him off and squatted down next to Jaquan and shook his shoulder. “Jaquan! Jaquan! Wake the fuck up so I can take your ass home!” I said to him.
Finally, his eyes popped open and they were bloodshot red. I looked down at him and shook my head.
“Jaquan, let’s fuckin’ go! It’s bad enough that you got my ass out here at three in the damn morning. Why were you drinking anyways?” I asked him.
“I love you, Charlie,” he slurred and reached out to pull me into him.
I backed away because his ass reeked of liquor and I didn’t like to see him that way. I started to stand, but he reached up and pulled me down, causing me to collapse on top of him. For his ass to be drunk, he damn sure was pretty fuckin’ strong right now. I could hear Dre and Quay in the back laughing. I shot both of them an evil glare, telling them to cut it out.
“When we get home, you gone let me fuck you again on the balcony?” he slurred again.
I put my hands over his lips because I didn’t need him airing out our extracurricular activities for Dre an
d Quay to hear. I was able to lift myself from on top of him, and with the help of Quay and Dre, we were able to get him in the passenger seat of my car. After thanking them, I went around to the driver’s seat and drove with a purpose back to his house.
It wasn’t an easy task, but I was able to finally get Jaquan in the house. I didn’t bother trying to get him up the stairs, so I left his drunk ass in the den, on the couch and then wrapped a blanket around him. After making sure he was straight, I headed back to his room, got under the covers and I was able to drift back to a peaceful sleep.
Jaquan
I woke up the next morning with my head pounding. I looked around and saw that I was on the couch, and even wondered how the hell I got there. The last thing I remember was being in the studio last night and receiving a picture message from Chantel. It was strange because I hadn’t talked to her in a while, and I figured that her psychotic ass had disappeared somewhere and tried to run a scheme on the next nigga, but boy was I wrong!
As I was in the studio wrapping up yet another track with Dre and I on it, Chantel sent an image to my phone. Of course, I looked at it. The picture was of a sonogram and it indicated that the baby was twelve weeks old. Not to mention, the caption that she put was
I know, just like every other nigga, you’re going to deny this baby but I have nothing to lie to you about. I put this on our unborn child that you were the only man that I allowed to slide up inside of me without a condom. As soon as the baby is here, we can proceed to have a DNA test take place, even though we don’t have to. But if it makes you sleep better at night then that’s fine with me.
A part of me knew that the baby might be mine because what scandalous bitch was going to willingly suggest getting a DNA test done? Normally, a bitch would run from the thought alone. It was still kind of fuzzy to me what went down that night with Chantel, and I just couldn’t see how I got high to the point where I would allow myself to slide up inside her without a condom. I try not to think so much about that night because every time it crosses my mind, I want to dead any motha fucka that I was in contact with on that day.
The doctors even confirmed to me that there was MDMA found in the test results. I was normally a stand-up guy, but I couldn’t put the blame on Chantel because I had searched her house and it wasn’t any signs of her tampering with anything that she had given me.
The only thing I was thinking about right now was Charlie. The love of my life. My best friend. The mother of my beautiful daughter. This would hurt her to her core if she were to find out that I had gotten another woman pregnant. I had already sworn up and down to Charlie that this wasn’t my baby, now I wasn’t so sure. I knew without a doubt that Charlie would leave me over some shit like this, which is why I had to think of something and fast before she walked out of my life, for good this time.
Then, it fuckin’ hit me! I had a show this weekend in Vegas! Damn, I really loved this girl because if I didn’t, the thought of doing what I’m thinking about doing wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. I got up from the couch and stretched. I went towards the stairs and took them two at a time until I got to my room. When I made it inside, Charlie was in the closet looking for something to wear, with the phone glued to her ear.
“Hold on, Toya. I’m going to call you back. Jaquan finally woke his ass up,” she said and ended the phone call. She looked at me with fire in her eyes.
“Damn, why a nigga gotta be all of that?” I asked, walking toward her in the closet.
“I’m calling it how I see it. What’s up with you, Jaquan? Why do I have to get out of my bed in the middle of the night to come and get you because you can’t hold your liquor? Why were you even drinking heavy like that in the first place? I know you, and I know that you only drink when you feel like your back is against the wall, so what’s up? What’s bothering you?”
I cursed myself that she knew me so well.
“I’m just stressing about dropping this new mixtape. I’m doing something different and I got to make sure that the fans will like it,” I said, hoping that sounded convincing. I hated having to lie to Charlie, but I couldn’t tell her no shit like this, I just couldn’t go through with it.
“But you never let something like that get you to the point where you pass out drunk in the middle of the studio, Jaquan. I hope what you’re telling me is true because I would hate for it to have to be some shit that will come out to the light. So, I’m going to ask you again, what is bothering you?” She looked me dead in my eyes.
“Everything is good, Charlie,” I said, making it come out as convincing as possible.
“Okay, well I’m going to leave it alone, for now,” she said.
“But I came up here to ask you, what’s your schedule looking like this weekend. I’m supposed to perform this weekend out in Vegas and I want you to come up there with me. I know you don’t like this famous lifestyle shit, but I want you there with me.”
I could tell from her face, that she was about to make up an excuse not to go.
“Come on, Charlie. A nigga don’t ask your ass for shit. Just do this one thing for a nigga,” I said to her.
“Okay, I’ll go. Only because I want to keep an eye on your cheating ass,” she said.
I walked up on her and placed both of my arms on her ass. “Trust me, I ain’t gone cheat on you in Vegas. I’ve sampled enough pussy down there already.” She pushed me away from her. “Chill, Charlie, damn, I was just fuckin’ with you,” I said, trying to pull her back into my arms.
“No, move because that wasn’t funny and you were dead ass serious!” she said.
I grabbed her by her waist and brought her back to me.
“Anything I did in the past, is the past, baby. Right now, all I’m worrying about is the present and the future, and I plan on having you there with me. Yeah, I fucked plenty of bitches when I wasn’t with you, but baby, that shit don’t mean a damn thing to me. Look at where I’m at right now, this is where I want to be,” I said, hoping that would make her feel better, but her lip was still poked out, so I knew she was still pissed off at a nigga.
“I’m sorry for saying that, I’ll make it up to you when we get to Vegas. Now, give your nigga a kiss because I’m about to hop in the shower, and I know you’re about to leave for work,” I said.
She quickly pecked me on my lips.
“Nah, not like that! Kiss me how you do it when you be riding my dick,” I said to her.
Without hesitation, she reached up, placed her hands around my neck, and circled her tongue across my lips. I stuck my tongue out and she sucked on it like it was a lollipop. The way she just kissed me had my dick hard as a rock, so I untied the towel that she had around her body and let it fall to the floor. I then stepped out of my boots and pulled down my sweats. I lifted Charlie up and slid her down on my dick, and not once did she protest. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen her ass come in the house with pads, which led me to believe that she was pregnant, plus the way her pussy has been extra wet and tight lately had me raising an eyebrow as well.
After I finished fucking her, I needed to call up my jeweler. It was time for a nigga to go ring shopping. We were going to make this shit official in Vegas.
Saturday Night
“Come on, Charlie, we got to go. The car is outside waiting for us and a nigga already late, fooling around with your ass,” I fussed at Charlie as I sat on the bed in our penthouse hotel room in Las Vegas.
Charlie had been in the bathroom for the past ten minutes and I could hear her in there throwing up. Not to mention, her ass wasn’t even dressed yet, but my crew did come into the hotel and do her makeup and hair, and her outfit for tonight was laid out on the bed. I was already dressed and ready to go, but I couldn’t leave without my biggest support system. The purpose of taking this trip with Charlie was for her to be here while I performed in Vegas, so I was going to need for her to get herself together because time was ticking.
She walked out of the bathroom a m
inute later and from her face, I could tell that something was wrong with her. She looked sleepy, but that’s because we had been up since three o’clock this morning because our flight was at five. Plus, she had only slept for the five hours and change that it took for us to get here.
As soon as we landed in Vegas, I started doing appearances and shit, so there really wasn’t any time for the two of us to kick our feet up and relax. “Come here. What’s wrong with you? Why you in there throwing up like that?” I asked her.
She walked into my arms and wrapped her arms around me. I held her body close to mine and I could feel her trembling.
“I think I might be pregnant,” she confessed, and it was like music to my ears. That had given me more confirmation that what I planned on doing for her tonight would be well worth it. I pulled her back and placed my large hands on her stomach, which was still flat, but I wanted her to know that I was indeed happy as hell.
“I just want you to know that if you are pregnant right now, then a nigga is happy as hell. We’ll confirm it though when we get back to Miami. In the meantime, I want you to put on your game face so that you can support your man tonight at his show.”
Like the trooper she was, she got dressed, and when she finished, she looked beautiful. Nobody could tell that she was just slouched over the toilet, throwing up, and no one could tell that she wasn’t feeling her best because she definitely wasn’t showing how she felt.
“I promise when we get back tonight, I’m going to make you feel better. We don’t even have to stay the whole night at the club. As soon as I finish performing, I’m going to take a few pics with some on my fans and then we can dip.” I pulled her body into mine as we rode the elevator down to the first floor.
We stepped out the elevator hand in hand, and from the inside, I could already tell that it was hella paparazzi outside, and that was going to annoy Charlie even more. I grabbed her hand and walked with her outside. I spotted my driver, standing outside in the parking lot area, which was full of hollering fans, but I had been doing this shit long enough to know how to tune them out and focus on the task at hand.
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