“You still love him, I see.”
“Yeah, but I will get over it.”
Priscilla and I relaxed for about ten more minutes alone before we heard someone else coming into the private pool area. When I peered around her, I saw it was this rapper named Bizz and two other niggas. Bizz was pretty big, and he made those songs we called stripper music, because all you wanted to do was shake your ass when they came on.
“Good afternoon, ladies.” Bizz spoke up as one friend got into the pool and the other laid his stuff on a chair like Bizz had done.
“Afternoon,” Priscilla and I said in unison.
“Damn, y’all both are more beautiful in person than on Instagram,” his friend commented. He was a cute guy, but I could tell he thought he was cuter than he was.
“Thanks,” again we responded together like twins.
My eyes landed on Bizz as he walked right over to me, smiling. He was brown skinned, had dreads, very little facial hair, and was average height for a man, so about five feet nine inches. He was a handsome guy, with really nice teeth.
“Blaise Cansino, right?” He grinned, showing off the perfectness of his mouth. Only other person with teeth that beautiful was Belly. Only Belly didn’t wear diamond grills on the bottom; he said he thought it was corny as fuck and too flashy.
“Yep. You know me?”
“I follow you on social media.” He chuckled. He smelled nice too.
“You do? I’m sorry. I don’t really pay attention to who follows me these days. I get so many in a day.”
“It’s cool.” He licked his lips, squatting down since I was lying flat. “I know you got something going on with Cortez Khalil, but if you don’t mind, you and your friend should have dinner with the homies and I; my treat.”
“I don’t have anything going on with anybody, but I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Oh, so you’re single then.” He nodded, appearing as if he was attempting to suppress his excitement. “In that case, I’m begging you to come. I been wanting to bag you for a while, but you’re so low key I never run across you. Then when I saw you with Khalil, I was jealous as fuck. Whole time I thought you already had a nigga ’cause you’re way too fucking fine to be single.”
I chuckled, moving my hair from my face. He seemed to be in awe.
I glanced over at Priscilla who shrugged, so I responded, “Okay, what time? And where? I’m a private person, so I’m not trying to have my picture taken.”
“I got you. I only do private shit.”
“Okay then, sir.”
We both laughed together as he rose to his feet.
Turning to look down at Priscilla, he joked, “Rafi won’t be trying to fight and shit if you come eat with us, right?”
“No, not at all.” She laughed, and so did the rest of us.
For the next hour, Priscilla and I hung out with Bizz and his boys, in and out of the pool. Bizz was definitely trying to get with me, which surprised me a little bit since he was so big. I felt the same though with Five-Star, Merlin, and Belly. Men who I assumed would just walk up and ask to sleep with me would instead pursue me for a relationship.
We finally parted ways so we could get ready, and Bizz let us know he’d be sending a car to get us from the front of the hotel.
“Bitch, he wants to be your man!” Priscilla laughed as we got onto the elevator.
“Not going to happen, but I can have some fun.”
“Like fucking fun?”
“Ugh, no. I have a whole nother man’s baby in my stomach. I am not about to be getting dicked down.”
“You never know. I heard you were a freak.”
“I am, but not that kind.”
We chortled in unison before getting off of the elevator to get ready in our suite. We listened to music as we showered, brushed our teeth, and got all dolled up. My dress was tight as hell and black lace. It had a brown nude material underlying, so it appeared to show my naked body under. I paired it with some black Prada heels and kept my makeup subtle, with a red lip. I let my hair hang down, allowing the natural waves to do their thing.
By the time Priscilla was dressed, looking sexy as well, Bizz had direct messaged me saying the car was there. So after grabbing my mini Dior bag, we left out. I spotted the Phantom waiting, so I took Priscilla’s hand to lead her to it.
“Welcome, Miss Cansino and Miss Dimitri.” The driver pulled the door open. “There are gifts for you, Miss Cansino.”
“Okay,” I responded slightly confused as I climbed into the back seat.
Priscilla and I gave one another a look after the driver shut the back door, just before I spotted the large bouquet of roses. I smiled at them and then reached for the smaller box first. Opening it, I spotted a gold Patek watch.
“Is this nigga serious?” Priscilla asked what was exactly on my mind. This shit was at least thirty grand. I knew because Five-Star and Merlin had each bought me one.
“I hope not.” I handed the watch off to her so she could get a better look.
Opening the bigger box from Louis Vuitton, I saw he’d gotten me a Petite Malle for about six grand. This nigga was tripping. I didn’t know what he thought was about to happen, but it wasn’t.
Priscilla and I discussed Bizz for the rest of the ride, and finally, we pulled up to this restaurant named OLA. The driver helped us out, and when we entered, I saw there weren’t many people there. In fact, it was only the employees. The hostess led us in, to the table where Bizz and his friends were, and when he saw me, he stood up. He looked nice, which I expected, and smelled good still.
He pulled my chair out after speaking to both Priscilla and I, so we sat down as the waitress filled our flutes with champagne.
“I’m happy you finally showed. Did you like the gifts?” Bizz inquired.
“I did, thank you. But that stuff is pretty expensive.”
“I think I know that. I’m the one who paid for it. You like nice shit, right?” He nibbled on his bottom lip.
“I do, but I just hope you didn’t purchase those things thinking it’d be the key to me spreading my legs for you.”
“Nah, of course not. I’m just interested, and I like doing nice things for women I’m interested in. Nothing more.”
“Okay, good.”
“My driver will leave the stuff at the front desk for you to pick up when you get back to the hotel.”
“Great.”
We ordered some appetizers and food, which I got a lot of. I was really hungry. I was hoping my large appetite and refusal to sip my champagne had gone unnoticed. I admit the conversation between all of us flowed, and I was having a good time.
“You know I’m making you my girl, right?” Bizz let me know as the waitress set down our plates.
“Oh yeah?”
“Most definitely.”
I just gave him a chuckle before requesting some water and diving into my food. The night continued to go smoothly, and as I finished my last bite, I felt a presence approaching the table. When I spotted Belly heading over, semi-dressed up in jeans, a polo, sneakers, and a little bit of jewelry, my stomach flipped.
Without a word, he pulled a chair from the table behind us, placed it in between Bizz and I, then sat down. Everyone was quiet out of shock.
“Cortez, I am out with friends. This is my date.” I gestured toward Bizz to piss him off.
Turning to look Bizz in the eyes, Belly laughed then questioned, “You on a date with my girl?”
Opening and closing his mouth, while darting his eyes from me to Belly, Bizz couldn’t seem to find the words. “I—”
“Exactly. I ain’t think so. Move over a little bit. I’m uncomfortable as fuck.”
As he was told, Bizz scooted his chair over to allow Belly to squeeze in between us some more. Me being dumbfounded was an understatement.
“I cannot believe you.” I was so angry that my leg began to bounce like it always did when I wanted to fight.
Gliding his big hand across m
y thigh opposite of him, Belly leaned over, kissed the corner of my mouth, and then whispered to me, “Get up and come on before I flip this fucking table over and beat all these niggas’ asses. I got some heat too, so I’ll light this bitch up, Blaise.” Sweetly, he kissed my cheek and then stood up, reaching his hand down to help me up.
“Well guys, this was nice, but—”
“Nah, come on. Fuck them.” Belly cut off my little exit speech that I’d attempted to perform to save myself from embarrassment. “Try some shit like this again with this one and watch me knock them fake ass dreads out ya head,” Belly let Bizz know, before Priscilla and I followed him out.
We got into his rental, and the whole ride to the hotel, no one said anything. After pulling up to the hotel, both Priscilla and I got out quickly, and I tried to rush inside, but Belly caught up to me after giving valet his keys. I went right to the front desk to retrieve my gifts, and Belly was on my heels. Priscilla had gone to the elevator.
“Fuck is this shit?” Belly stared at my stuff as I hugged it closely to my body, ignoring him.
“New things. You can’t come up with me.”
“How you gon’ stop me?”
“I fucking hate you!” I shouted in a whisper, and this asshole leaned down to kiss my lips, forcing me to slap him. It didn’t faze him.
We got onto the elevator, rode up to my suite, and then entered. It was a two-bedroom, so I immediately headed to mine with my gifts.
Closing the bedroom door, Belly inquired again, “Where you get this shit?”
“Bizz. He’s so nice, huh?” I pretended to fawn over the small yet pricey Louis Vuitton purse. “Give it back!” I hollered when Belly yanked it from me, tossing it onto the floor.
He spotted the Patek box then regained eye contact with me. He was so fine when he was mad. His mahogany complexion seemed to deepen when that happened. The jealousy in his eyes made me tingle with joy.
“This nigga buying you almost fifty thousand dollars’ worth of gifts, Blaise?” He started walking up on me, scaring me. “You fucked him?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I smirked, folding my arms.
“Blaise, I swear on everything I love, if you let that nigga fuck, I’m killing you and him.” Still smirking, I raised my eyebrows and shrugged one shoulder. Before I knew it, he was pulling a gun from his waist and removing the safety. “Aight, I be right back.” He was way too chill, so I knew he meant business.
This nigga was psycho!
“Cortez!” I rushed after him. “Cortez, I didn’t fuck him! I just met him this evening!” I added just as he was about to leave our suite. I knew Priscilla was in her room, shaking her head at us.
“Put that shit on something!” he roared.
“I put that on my baby. I did not sleep with him!”
Belly
Blaise was driving me fucking insane, and the shit was pissing me off. The thought of that nigga getting what was mine infuriated me like a muthafucka, and I was ready as ever to push his fucking wig back.
“That’s what the fuck I thought.” I smirked, closing the door back.
“Nigga, please! I’ll fuck whoever I want.” She turned around and started walking off. “I may just fuck him tomorrow. Suck his dick real good too—Ah!” she screeched when I picked her ass up and started out onto the balcony. “Stop, Cortez!” she hollered when I put half of her body on the edge, letting one of her legs dangle.
“You gon’ do what tomorrow?” I inquired, eyes squinted as if I didn’t understand.
She tried to mean mug me instead of responding, so I jolted her slightly as if I was gon’ drop her.
“No-nothing! Not doing any-anything tomorrow!” She retracted all that shit talking as she kept looking from me to the big ass fall her ass was about to take. I only had her scary ass seated on the edge, yet she was panicking.
“Nah, you said you was gon’ suck some dick. Now I gotta drop yo’ ass. It’s my dick or no dick, that’s yo’ muthafuckin motto.”
“Okay! Okay!” She damn near cried.
She was cute as fuck, looking all scared.
“Say it.”
“It’s your dick or no dick. I promise!”
Laughing my ass off, I brought her down, placing her to her feet. Of course she took off on me, raining down punches against my back as I went back into the hotel room.
“That’s what yo’ scary ass gets for fucking with me. You think that shit is funny, you acting like you gon’ let that nigga fuck you? Huh?” I finally turned to face her, and she backed away.
“I-if I wanted to, I could!”
“Go do it.” I stepped back. “Go out and let that nigga fuck you. But when they find his muthafuckin’ body in a river, I want you to know you’re responsible for that shit.”
“Oh, so you can fuck bitches while we’re together, but I can’t fuck niggas while we’re not? You’re backwards.”
“Nah, I can’t do that shit. I made a fucking mistake. Not even a mistake, baby. I made a stupid ass decision that I swear I regret every fucking day.”
“Too bad.” She shrugged, looking down at her feet.
The living room of her suite had an ocean view, with large ass bay windows going across. The moon was shining right in like a fucking personal light system. I chuckled very subtly seeing the balcony again.
Plopping down onto the couch, I placed my gun on the coffee table after replacing the safety.
“Blaise, I’m losing my fucking mind, baby.”
“You’ll get over us.” I had no reply for that stupid shit, so after pausing for a little bit, she asked, “What did you mean when you said Maia wasn’t having your baby?”
“Some shit about the baby growing somewhere it shouldn’t have been, so it had to be terminated. She was just pissed she wasn’t having a baby by me no more, not even that the baby was gone.”
Suddenly, Blaise came and sat next to me.
“Are you sad?”
“Not sad, ’cause I ain’t have enough time to process the shit, but I’m slightly disappointed. Kind of got my hopes up for a second, but nothing major.” I sat back, chuckling softly to lighten the mood as I move the gun from the coffee table to put in my waist.
“Sorry to hear that. You’ll have a baby one day.”
“I know, but not right now. I want a baby with a female I can fuck with on some longevity shit, and that ain’t Maia.” Leaning over to grip Blaise’s smooth thigh, I kissed on her neck. She smelled so fucking good. “A female like you.” Spreading her legs so I could get between them, I added, “I want you to have my baby.”
“Stop, Cortez.” Blaise moved my hand from the waistband of her panties, then pushed me off, hopping right up. “You need to go. I’m serious. I don’t want to work anything out with you.”
“So you don’t wanna give me another chance,” I stated, not asked.
“No. I’m not Kharla or Sienna or one of your other bitches. You can’t just come back to me whenever you want to.”
“I know you ain’t one of them. If you were, I wouldn’t be flying into fucking Miami, hunting you down, and almost dangling yo’ ass over a balcony. I wouldn’t be telling yo’ ass I loved you and that I want you to have my baby. Blaise, I wouldn’t be promising you that I was gon’ be faithful to you if you gave me another fucking try, if you were one of them hoes.”
She blinked about one hundred times as she looked off. She was so fine it was hard not to touch her, but I just laughed when she slapped my hand from her body.
“If you love me so much, then why did you even cheat? I thought we were fine. I thought you were good with just me, but then you fucked that stupid ugly bitch. Yet now you expect me to believe you when you say all this bullshit.”
“I did the shit because I was high and drunk off my ass. My state of mind wasn’t in a good place, because I ran into somebody, and I was being dumb as fuck.”
“Excuses.”
“Nah, it’s the truth. None of that shit excused my behavior, but yo
u asked me why, so I told yo’ ass. Does me smashing that bitch mean I don’t love you and that I wasn’t satisfied? Fuck nah. Just means I was stupid, faded, and let some bullshit get to me. It ain’t have shit to do with you, Blaise. You perfect as fuck. Why you think I’m gunning for you so hard?
The last thing on my mind is a female and being in a relationship, but with you, that shit is different. Nah, I don’t want any bitch being my girl. I want you.” I pulled her closer, wedging her between my legs as my hands graced her hips. I was surprised she let me touch her mean ass. Her arms were still folded though. “If I didn’t feel you were worth my time and fucking money, you’d know. Anything you want a nigga to do, let me know, and I got you. I just wanna be with yo’ ass.”
She let me pull one of her hands from being folded up in her arms, so I kissed the palm. After staring at me for a little bit, she seemed to snap out of her trance, so she pulled from me.
“You look good as fuck. Only reason I ain’t punch Blood just based off how you’re looking was because you wore this one for me first.”
“You remember?”
“Hell yeah. When I took you to dinner in Atlanta.”
“How did you even know where I was tonight? Or where I’m staying?”
“I’ve been to both this hotel and that restaurant, so with you posting all over social media, it was easy to recognize your background and scenery.” I sat back. “I originally flew out here to snatch you up for them risqué ass bikini photos, but when I landed, I saw you were at dinner and then with that bitch ass nigga.”
“I thought you liked my bikini photos.” She rolled her eyes.
“I do, but you was being extra as fuck for obvious reasons, especially that topless bullshit.”
“I covered my nipples.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Ya body is sexy as shit though.”
“Whatever. I’m tired, so leave.” When I stood up, she added, “Leave here, and leave me alone for good.”
Bending down to kiss her full lips slowly, I whispered, “Nah.”
She didn’t say another word as I left the hotel room. Blaise was coming back to me, and I didn’t give a fuck if I had to exterminate every other human being on this Earth to get the job done. I’d apocalypse all this shit if it meant getting my bitch back.
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