305 Lovin' 2

by Diamond Johnson

  Eventually, I was able to get inside the awaiting vehicle and Quay was already sitting inside on the phone, and I could tell that he was annoyed as well. “He just got in the car, man. We’re pulling out right now as we speak. We’ll be there within the next forty-five minutes,” he said and then ended the call.

  “Who was that?” I asked. I could tell that the person on the other side of the phone was yelling and it was pissing Quay off.

  “That was the manager of the club that you’re supposed to perform at. He calls me fussing because the fee to get inside the club tonight was brought up because of your performance. So, he said that now he has a club full of pissed off motha fuckas because they think that your ass isn’t going to show up and people are demanding a refund. I don’t like Vegas, man. I swear, every time we come up here it’s some shit,” Quay fussed and I agreed with him.

  The first time we came up here, my damn luggage had gotten stolen at the airport and I had well over $50,000 in one of those damn suitcases. The second time was when I was supposed to make an appearance at one of the malls and the cops shut that shit down because he said that it was causing too much attention.

  “You talk to my sister, man?” I asked Quay, changing the subject.

  Normally, I was the type of nigga to mind my own business, but when it came to my little sister, there was just certain shit that I had to speak up on. Plus, I overheard her and Charlie on the phone the other day. Monae was telling Charlie how she fought some bitch that she saw Quay with and that she saw a pregnancy test laying on the ground of the parking lot, or some shit like that. I just so happened to walk into the room and Charlie had the phone on speaker, but as soon as I came in, she told Monae that she was going to call her back. I know I’m the pot calling the kettle black right now, but I hoped Quay didn’t go out and do no dumb shit like that on my sister because Monae would be devastated behind some shit liked that.

  “No, I haven’t talked to your crazy ass sister, but I do plan on having a talk with her when we get back,” he said.

  I nodded my head. I needed to ask him something, so I looked down at Charlie and she was knocked out, with her head on my chest. My baby was tired and didn’t feel good, and I kind of regretted bringing her out while she was feeling this way.

  “You ain’t go get another bitch pregnant did you?” I asked him just below a whisper because even though Charlie was asleep, I didn’t want to risk it.

  “Nah, man, we handled that. I went back over there with old girl and had her take two more test and it’s been confirmed. After that, she scheduled an appointment with the doctors and the test came back negative,” he said.

  Now, if only God could come through for me and this baby that Chantel was carrying wasn’t mine.

  “Who was the bitch you was fuckin’ anyway?” I asked him because I had to know. Quay didn’t really go around fuckin’ random bitches like Dre and me, so I was dying to know.

  “Paris,” he said, texting away on his phone.

  Paris. Man, why that name sound so familiar? I thought, playing around with the name in my head for a few seconds until it came to me. “Ohh shit, big booty Paris from back in the day? I thought her ass had moved to Atlanta or some shit like that,” I said to him, remembering that he and Paris used to be fuck buddies back in the day.

  “She did, but she moved back,” he said.

  I just nodded my head. He was a grown man and I didn’t think that I had to tell him not to fuck around on my sister. He was either going to be with her or he wasn’t. He wasn’t about to fuck my sister while he was fuckin’ Paris too because the way my overprotective ass was over my sister, I may end up killing his ass if I find out from Monae that he was fucking around on her.

  Finally, we pulled up to Diamond’s Cabaret strip club on Highland Drive. I looked out and saw that the line was wrapped around the building and smiled to myself because I knew all this people were here to see me.

  “Charlie, get up baby. We’re here,” I said and nudged her.

  She whined for a second, sounding like our daughter, whenever I would wake her little butt up for school. She wiped her face and I kissed her forehead as the driver came around to open the door for us.

  We walked the red carpet, looking like royalty as I held onto Charlie’s hand. Paparazzi and fans loved when I brought Charlie out me with me because everybody swore that we were the “it” couple, well at least when I wasn’t caught fuckin’ around on her in the tabloids.

  “Charlie and Quan!”

  “Oh my God, you guys are so cute together.”

  “Quan, can I have your autograph?”

  Fans were yelling out all type of shit, but we were already late and I had a performance that I needed to handle. We walked into the club and security escorted us to our section. There were bottles and finger food already waiting for us. I helped Charlie up the stairs and let her sit down on the couch.

  “I’m about to go backstage and get ready to perform. I promise we’ll leave right after. Quay is going to stay over here with you to keep you company. I should have flown Monae and Toya out with us, baby, but I will the next time,” I said. I kissed her lips and headed back down the stairs.

  “I heard somebody in the crowd say that Quan was a sellout and that he wasn’t gone show up?” the D.J yelled into the mic and the whole crowd started yelling.

  “And then I heard somebody say that that nigga wasn’t going to leave the 305 to come party with us,” the D.J said and the crowd started screaming again.

  “Ay Quan, come to the stage right quick, homie, and prove to these niggas that you done left the 305 to party with us,” the D.J said.

  I stepped out on the stage and the crowd went crazy.

  “Damn, y’all niggas don’t have faith in your boy? 305 is my city, but when I heard that they wanted me to do a performance in Vegas, I jumped on the next thing smoking,” I said to my fans.

  “First off, I would like to apologize for being late. Ay D.J., shine the light on my girl over there,” I said.

  Everybody knew who Charlie was, so they put the light on her. I knew her ass was going to kill me for this because she hated a lot of attention. “That’s the love of my life over there. The mother of my daughter and my everything. Lil mama is not feeling too well tonight, but she still came out and supported her man. That woman over there is the reason why I’m able to have so much confidence in the studio, and she’s the reason why I go so hard with every rap that I make. I’m doing this for her and our daughter,” I said, and the crowd started screaming, “aww” and the real niggas in the building saluted me.

  “I know y’all ready for me to perform, but do y’all mind if I take up only five more minutes of your time?” I asked them.

  “No!” the crowd screamed.

  I couldn’t believe that I was about to do this shit, but oh well. “Quay, walk Charlie over here right quick for me,” I said.

  I watched as Quay grabbed Charlie’s hand and escorted her to the stage. I took it from there and held her hand and walked her up the stairs with me. She looked at me like I was crazy, and I could tell that she was also confused at what the hell I had up my sleeve. I stood her in the middle of the stage and faced her.

  “Alright, if I’m going to do this, I’m going to do this shit right,” I said and got down on one knee.

  Everybody in the crowd starting screaming and Charlie looked at me with wide eyes. “Charlie, my Charlie. The love of my life. The woman I struggled with, cried with, hurt with, and now the woman that I’m eating with. You was there with a nigga when I didn’t have shit. You loved me when the only thing I was able to offer you was a dream. I couldn’t buy you half the shit that I buy you now before this rapping shit took off. You never once judged me and you never once gave up or doubted my dreams. You even was willing to have a nigga’s baby, when you knew my ass was broke,” I said, which caused the crowd to laugh.

  “I love everything about you, woman. We grew together and it’s only right that we continu
e to grow old together and continue to make history with each other. What I’m trying to say to you is, I don’t want any other woman but yo,u baby. Will you marry me, baby?”

  Charlie’s face was soaked in tears. She wasn’t by any chance a cry baby, so I knew that shit had gotten real, to see her crying.

  “Yes baby, I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you,” she said into the mic.

  I pulled her up and placed an 18kt Rose Gold French Halo Diamond ring on her beautiful finger. I looked out into the crowd and there was a handful of women in the room crying because of what I had done. The niggas in the building held their fists up to salute me for stepping up to the plate and being a man about the situation.

  “Alright, lil mama, go back over there with Quay, and daddy will be back to take you to the hotel soon,” I said in her ear.

  She kissed my lips and then exited the stage.

  1:05 A.M

  “Mmmm, Quan, I love you so much, baby!” Charlie cried out. I had her lil ass outside on the balcony and she took nothing but hard dick tearing away at her insides. We had gotten back to the hotel from the club about twenty minutes ago and I had been fuckin’ her ever since. Charlie’s ass was confused on whether or not she was pregnant right now, but the way my dick was feeling inside of her; I knew without a doubt that her ass was pregnant. It showed in the way her pussy was gripping my dick and her shit was tight like how it was when she was pregnant with China.

  As I was fuckin’ her, I couldn’t help but take in how beautiful she looked under the dark sky, mixed with the Las Vegas view of what was going on below us. The Las Vegas people never slept, so we were able to see people walking around below us and I’m pretty sure they were able to hear Charlie’s screams.

  “Tell daddy how good it’s feeling to you, baby. Let me know if a nigga doing his job,” I said to her as I guided her hips up and down on my dick.

  I was laid back in a chair that we had on our balcony in nothing but my Gucci slippers, and Charlie was riding me, with her fire red hair pulled up in a bun as I focused on the sight of her pretty titties bouncing in the air. Her face was contorted with a temporary look of pleasure and pain at the same time, but nonetheless, I knew that she was enjoying every single thing that I was doing to her body.

  “Ohhh Quann baby ... you feel … ahhh fuccckk ... sooo gooodd” she screamed and I reached up, gripping her waist even tighter and when to pounding away much harder. I watched as her body shook and she placed her hands on my chest to slow me down, but I kept right on going anyways.

  “Dammit, this pussy is wet, girl,” I groaned as I continued to give her some of that 305 lovin’. I let go of her waist and went to grab her ass, which had gotten fatter because of the amount of dick that I had her taking on the regular.

  “I’m gonnnna cummm, Quan,” she screamed.

  I still wasn’t through with her. I swear, Charlie’s ass was a fuckin’ “minute woman.” You know how females try and be funny by calling us niggas “minute man,” well Charlie fit that description to the tee. I was always the one to catch my nut at the last minute. She collapsed onto my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck as she tried to get her breathing under control.

  “Stand up, baby,” I said to her as I took her hair down from the bun and let it flow down her back.

  “Whhhy?” she whined.

  I chuckled at her. “Fuck you mean, why? How you gone try to buck me from my nut? Daddy wanna cum too,” I said into her ear.

  When she didn’t respond, I stood up with her in my lap and walked her over to the railing of the balcony. I placed her down to her feet and planted both of her small hands on the railing. Without warning, I slid back inside of her and she let out a soft cry, mixed with a moan. This time, it was all about me, but I was going to go slow this time.

  Even though I was going slow, I still was able to dig deep inside her pussy. She gripped the railing tighter and softly moaned my name over and over. I swear that shit was sexy as hell the way my name came out of her mouth.

  “Let’s go get married, baby.” I moaned into her ear and then stuck my tongue inside.

  Her body shivered up under me. “Hmm ... baby, we are! I said yes already.

  “Ohhh my Goddd ... right thereee,” she moaned, not paying my ass any attention.

  “No, Charlie, let’s go do the shit right now,” I said, holding my dick inside of her and stopping my movements.

  She took it upon herself to move her ass into me now since she realized that I wasn’t about to keep fuckin’ her. I pulled my dick out and she looked over her shoulder at me with a pissed off look on her beautiful face.

  “Put it back in, baby. What are you doing?” she whined.

  “Let’s go get married, baby,” I said to her.

  “What you mean? Like right now? In Vegas? I wanted a big wedding, though,” she pouted as she turned her body around and faced me.

  “Bae, we can still have that big wedding, but I want you to me my wife tonight. I don’t want to refer to you as my girlfriend or just my baby mama anymore, I want the world to know that you’re my wife, baby. Come on, let’s do this shit,” I said, pulling her naked body closer to mine.

  “Okay, that’s fine with me, but please let me finish getting this nut off before I go crazy,” she said.

  I picked her up and placed her right back on my dick. What Charlie wanted, she got, and it was that fuckin’ simple.

  2:26 A.M

  “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride,” the minister said to us as we finished repeating all of the vows that he read for us.

  None of this was planned, so neither of us had written our own vows. But luckily, I was hoping that Charlie would have said yes when I asked for her hand in marriage, which is why I went ahead and copped us an outfit for the ceremony. I was decked out in a pair of all white jeans from Robin and a white Gucci collared shirt, with a pair of tan Sperry's on my feet. My jewelry was simple, only wearing my two Cuban links with the matching bracelet.

  Charlie was wearing a fly ass all white Herve Leger bandage dressed, and I couldn’t help but to salivate at how tiny her waist was and then how her hips spread in that dress, showing off her thigh gap, courtesy of me. Her long pretty hair was in a part down the middle, going in beach curls or whatever that shit was that she called it.

  I pulled her to me by her waist and tongued her down. We were kissing for a good two minutes until the minister cleared his throat and we pulled apart.

  After we had been given our marriage license, I let it be known that we were expecting to have a bigger wedding, within the next year. For some reason, I just felt the need to inform the minister that Charlie was worth more than a quick elopement, so I wanted him to know that it wouldn’t stop here for us. We walked out of the building hand in hand. I glanced over at Charlie, who had the biggest smile on her face. I pulled her in the front of my body and wrapped my arms around her waist. She stopped walking and then turned around to face me.

  “You think you ready for this?” she asked me, with a serious look on her face.

  “Ready for what?” I asked her, not really sure where she was going with this conversation.

  “I mean, it’s done now. We’re married, Jaquan, so things are going to be a little bit different. I’m probably a little late and should have said this before we came here and got married, but I just want you to promise me that you will forever keep me happy and not cheat and embarrass me all the time. I understand that you’re a man and you have needs and the temptation that’s around you is very powerful. But you have to ask yourself is it worth getting head from a groupie bitch, when you have a woman at home that’ll do it for you and do it much better.

  “I’m not about to sit here and say that I will give you free passes to cheat on me because I know my worth and what type of woman would I be if I allowed my husband to go out and cheat. So, right here at this moment, I want to make sure that we have an understanding to that,” she said.

  From the way she said it,
I knew without a doubt that if I so much as got a lap dance from another bitch, that she’d be ready to divorce my ass. This part made me a little scared because damn, what was she going to do if the baby that Chantel was carrying was mine? We had just gotten married and I wasn’t ready to sign divorce papers so soon. Matter of fact, I would never be ready to sign divorce papers.

  “Yes, baby, we have an understanding,” I said.

  As soon as we walked out of the building where we had just eloped, paparazzi came, firing off question after question.

  “Quan! Quan! Over here, man! Are you two now married?”

  “Charlie, let us see the ring.”

  “Bae, I feel like being petty for a second. Flash your ring right quick and show these motha fuckas, since they wanna be so damn nosy,” I said to Charlie, as I slapped her on her ass right quick.

  I never feed into the shit with the paparazzi, especially TMZ shady ass, but I wanted to shit on them right quick and blind their asses with the rock that I had sitting pretty on my lady’s hand.

  Charlie held up her left hand and them motha fuckas went crazy.

  “This is only the beginning, Mrs. Williams,” I said to her and she smiled back at me.

  Chapter 13: Chantel

  “Oh shit! Chantel, did you see this shit?” my cousin Nita asked me as she walked into the kitchen where I was making a bowl of soup.

  Nita was my flesh and blood, but the bitch was very messy and I believed that she sought enjoyment when it came down to the shit that I was currently going through. The fact that I may be left alone to raise a baby on my own was really weighing heavy on me. First off, I knew without a doubt that the baby wasn’t Quan’s because when I went to the doctor’s office after what went down with Quan and I, the night I damn near raped him, the test concluded that I was already one month pregnant. That left me to be stuck with the confusion of not knowing who my baby’s daddy was. I thought by threatening Quan to have a DNA test done, it would, at least, scare him into thinking it was his. That might lead him to drop me off a couple of bands for abortion money, but of course, I was going to spend the money on some new weave, or maybe a new purse or some shit, but damn, his ass didn’t even jump at that. I was living dirty and the thought of getting an abortion had weighed heavy on my mind lately, but I felt like I had come too far to give this shit up now.