“I won’t. I appreciate this shit, man. And watch, this gon’ be the best move yo’ ass has ever made.”
“Muthafucka, get yo’ ass out.” I got up just as he did. “And don’t forget yo’ hoe.”
“Man, get off my baby mama.” He frowned, taking her hand as she rolled her eyes at me. “Aye,” he stopped at the doorway. “About how long before I get the contract?”
“Shorter than the time it takes you to kiss from her neck to her nipples.”
“Bruh, what the fuck!” Dirko chuckled a little bit as his girl hit his ass.
They bickered on the way out as I shut the studio down. As soon as I woke my ass up in the morning, I was drafting that muthafuckin contract.
I drove straight home, ready to lay up with my bitch, but when I walked in, she was standing there with the lights low, two candles burning, and a bottle of what looked like some damn champagne.
“Fuck is you doing?” I wrinkled my forehead, eyeing her. She had on this little ass silk dress shit that she always slept in.
“Celebrating.” She smirked, deep ass lonely dimple taking center stage.
“Celebrating what?” I brought her close to me, liking the smell she always fucking carried. The light from the candles was flickering on her golden hair and buttery ass skin.
“Baby, stop.” She whined as I kissed all over, groping her sexy ass frame. “We’re celebrating you getting Dirko.”
“How you know I got him?”
“’Cause I know.” She half smiled. “I got some non-alcoholic champagne for us to drink together.”
“I don’t want that damn juice.” I let her body go.
“Pleaaassseee! I can’t drink, and I set all this up to celebrate.”
“All this? It’s two muthafuckin candles and some fruit water.” I let my brows dip, and when I saw her looking like she was about to cry, I pulled her close. “I’m fucking with you, baby. This was nice.”
“We’re gonna drink?”
“Hell fucking yeah.” I pecked her as she giggled.
Even though I knew her sad faces were fake, for some reason, I always fell for the shit.
“Okay.” She pulled me to the couch where she had two flutes on the coffee table.
I sat back, as she filled them both then handed one to me while grinning.
“Since it’s just us right now…” I looked around.
“Stop!” She laughed, so I joined her.
“I got some shit to say.” I put my flute down.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I kissed her belly before sitting back up. Moving the flute from her small hand, I placed it off to the side then brought her into my lap.
“We can’t even be that close anymore.” She nodded down to her big ass belly keeping us apart. We smirked at one another as I palmed it. “What did you have to tell me?”
“I ain’t never said no shit like this in my life.” I ran my hand over my head. “I wanted to say that I love yo’ ass. You mean a lot to a nigga, like more than anything. I’m not even the best muthafucka, so I don’t know how I ended up with you, but I’m grateful as fuck.
You ain’t ever gotta worry about me being, flirting, or messing with another bitch while I’m with you, ’cause you the shit; you perfect as fuck, on some real. You cornier than a muthafucka, but I like that shit. You my corny ass girl.” I pinched her chin as she blushed hard as hell. “On a serious note though, we connected.”
“Still jealous.” She smirked, dimple showing the fuck off.
Chuckling as I touched her soft ass hair, I replied, “If you only knew how I felt about other females, you wouldn’t be. That’s why I couldn’t let yo’ ass go when we broke up. I knew you was one of a fucking kind. A nigga ain’t never met a female like you. And you thought I was about to allow you to bounce?”
We laughed in unison.
“I don’t blame you,” she responded cockily, eyes watering. “I love you too, Houston.” She sniffled as I thumbed her tears.
“So damn corny.” I licked my lips before she kissed me. “Thank you for fucking with a nigga.”
“Thank you for barging your way into my life.” She grinned, staring down into my eyes.
I leaned around her to open the drawer to our coffee table and then retrieved the burgundy Cartier box, along with another jewelry box. Handing them over, I nodded for her ass to open them both since she was just staring with her jaw in my lap. She finally lifted the top of the Cartier box to see a white gold ring, covered in diamonds.
“Let me put it on you since you slow as fuck.” I took the ring out, set the box to the side, and then slid it down her tiny ass finger.
Lowkey, a nigga thought of asking Camarih to be my wife or some shit like that, but I wasn’t sure. And I didn’t wanna jinx our shit or fuck it up by proposing and then changing my mind. I knew I loved her ass, but being somebody’s muthafuckin husband didn’t quite align well with who I was. That shit felt weird to even think about.
She then opened the second box and saw the diamond encrusted necklace that read Buttascotch. As her mouth stayed agape, I helped her put that on as well.
“This is all so expensive, I can tell. But why, baby?”
“Just some shit to say you stuck, captured, and whatever the fuck else. I got yo’ ass for fucking good.”
“I’m fine with that.” She beamed with her pretty ass, before stretching her arm out to get a better look at that pricey ass ring.
“Aye, come here.” I turned her by her chin so she’d face me, then pecked her plump lips slowly.
We started kissing hungrily, so I put her onto her back. I couldn’t get her panties off fast enough, but when I did, I put her thighs over my shoulders.
Kissing her inner thigh, I said, “I want my name right fucking here.” I then sucked the other thigh, making her moan. “Here too.”
When I looked up into her eyes, she nodded then whispered, “Okay.”
She inhaled sharply when I started sucking her clit. She was leaking already, so the shit was nice and wet, how a nigga liked it. I parted her legs some more so I could get all up in that, making her voice tremble as she whimpered.
“Damn.” I spoke in between eating her pussy up. She came, which didn’t faze my ass at all.
Placing my hands on her inner thighs, I kept them muthafuckas parted as I licked and sucked on her pussy like it’d be the last time. I could feel her juices in my facial hair, while listening to her snivel and cry.
“Houston.” Her voice shook, right along with her body, as she exploded for the fourth or fifth time. Shit, a nigga didn’t know. I was just basking in the taste and smell of the pussy.
I finally came up for air and checked the time on the cable box to see it’d only been four damn minutes.
“You tapping out?” I kissed her nastily while she breathed heavily. “Nah, I know yo’ ass ain’t tapping the fuck out.” I got off the couch and picked her up, taking her to the bedroom to finish her.
The next afternoon…
“Man, I’m so happy you came. I thought you were playing me for a minute, but I know yo’ ass is busy.” The nigga Nehemiah smiled as he sat down on the couch in the studio.
“Move over some, nigga.” I frowned since he was damn near leg to leg with my ass.
“How you gon’ see my damn screen if I’m all the way over here?” His brows lowered after moving down.
“If you don’t hurry the fuck up.”
Shaking his head, he set his laptop down on the table and pulled up all kinds of different shit as I waited. He’d sent me the link to his YouTube channel a while back, which showed some videos he’d done, and the shit was pretty good. I expected some bullshit but was pleasantly surprised.
“Aight, so this is the vision board I put together for Eitan’s track he just dropped. I was hoping y’all didn’t have a video or no shit like that set up, ’cause I think this would be better.”
Leaning forward, I studied what he had.
“Thi
s is just some damn pictures and drawings.”
“Nah, I know, but see, this is what I have planned for him. I just need you to let me direct it. Remember, it’s gon’ be free and the best video he don’ ever had.”
“You smile too much. I don’t like that shit.” I shook my head as he dropped his grin with the quickness. “I don’t know you, and I don’t trust you enough to do Eitan’s video. He’s my biggest artist at the moment, and if you do anything wrong, I’d be forced to fuck you up, and neither of us wants that. I mean, shit, I don’t mind, but—”
“Nah, you right. But come on, Wacko, I need—”
“However,” I cut him off, “my other artist Nala, she needs a video. She just did a song, and it’s dope as fuck. We sending that shit to radio in the morning, and a video needs to follow right after.”
“Shit, I’m with that. I know Nala. She sounds good; fine too.” He smirked, and I did the same while shaking my head and twisting the cap off my water bottle.
“Keep yo’ mind on the business.”
“I will, I will. But umm, you hitting that, or is it fair game?”
“Fair game, but don’t touch her until after you do this job.”
“Fasho.” He nodded just as Jilly walked in.
“Oh, my bad. Should I wait outside?” she asked as this nigga Nehemiah’s eyes almost fell out of his head.
“Get yo’ ass up out of here so you can put together Nala’s shit.” I smacked his head, snapping him out of his trance. “I wanna shoot soon, so be free.”
“Right, right.” He hopped up, packing his shit. “I’m Nehemiah.” He smiled at Jilly once he got closer to her, reaching his hand out.
“Jilly. Excuse me.” She slipped around his ass, leaving him on stuck as I laughed.
Finally turning around, he said, “You have a good rest of the day, Jilly.”
“You too.” She watched him as he left then turned to me. “Who is that? He’s kind of fine.”
“Don’t you got a girlfriend?” I inquired as she rolled her eyes.
“Anyway, nigga, what did you call me to come here for? I was busy.”
“Busy doing what? You ain’t got no damn job.”
“For your information, yes I do! I sell stuff on Amazon, Houston. Also, I just got a job at Saks.” I gave her a look, so she added, “Amazon gets me a nice amount of money.”
“Then why the fuck you stay begging?”
“Whatever.”
“I called yo’ ass here because I want you to move out of Pop’s old spot.”
“What? Why? And I don’t have any money.”
“I know that, dummy. I’m willing to pay for it. Don’t get nothing too fucking crazy.” I made sure to say the last part when her ass started grinning.
“Okay, how is like, four thousand dollars a month? Because—”
“Hell nah. Fuck wrong with you, Jilly?”
“Nigga, don’t play me! You’ve been making a lot of money. Plus, that condo you and Camarih are laid up in is nice as hell and was not cheap.”
“Did you just hear what the fuck you said? I’ve been making a lot of money. It’s my fucking money, not yours. You gon’ move yo’ ass into whatever the fuck I say you are.”
“Fine. Just make sure it has a balcony so I can sit outside and drink my wine.”
“Man, shut yo’ ass up.” I shook my head as she sniggered. “Get back.” I put my elbow out when she tried to grab my face for a kiss.
“Come here!” She screeched, wrestling with me.
“I ate Camarih’s pussy before I got here.” I knew that would stop her bullshit, and I was right.
“Ugh, negro. You just be giving head every morning or something?”
“Eating that shit like it’s a continental breakfast; wake her up with that shit.”
“Okay, goodbye. Call me when my place is ready.” Jilly hopped off the couch with her lip turned up at my previous statement.
Soon as I got her ass up out that crib with freaky ass Miranda, Jilly and I could cut that dead weight for muthafuckin good.
3
Jilly Terranova
Sometime later, but not much…
I had most of my things packed, which didn’t take as long as most because I literally only possessed the shit in my bedroom. I didn’t have to move living room and kitchen furniture or even bathroom stuff.
Only thing left in my room was my bed, desk, vanity, and my cool magazine rack, but Tony would be sending some people to get that later this evening.
I was so excited to be moving into my very own apartment; free apartment at that. It was so nice too, and not far from my brother which I liked. I knew he did that to be able to pop up on me when he wanted, but I was so excited to have my own place that I didn’t even give a fuck. Plus with his growing label, workload, and a baby on the way, I was sure he wouldn’t have as much time as usual to be hounding me.
“Come in!” I shouted to who I was sure was Miranda knocking on my bedroom door.
“Hey.” She looked around. “What’s going on?”
No, I didn’t mention to her that I was moving. She and I didn’t converse much anymore, ever since Tony mentioned her wanting to suck his dick, so I never got the chance to say anything.
And she seemed to be in a bad mood or a depressed mood, so she barely paid me any mind as of late. She would wake up, eat breakfast, leave for hours, and then come back, going straight to her room. We were like two ships passing in the night.
“Oh, yeah, I’m moving out.” I shrugged, sitting on one of my suitcases so I could zip it properly.
“Moving?” She folded her arms over her breasts. “With Vernon?”
“What? No. Houston got me an apartment, a fly ass one, so I’m leaving.” I couldn’t help but smile thinking about how I planned to walk around naked with a glass of wine every night. “Also, it’s close to he and Camarih. I can’t walk there or anything, but it’s less than a ten-minute drive.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? You know how Houston can get. If he gets mad with you, he can throw you out.”
“No, he’s never done that to me, and I’ve made him mad plenty.”
“I mean, so far he hasn’t, but—”
“I need you and your daughter to stop trying to tell me about my own brother. I’ve known him much longer than the both of you, and I know what type of nigga he is. He would never throw me out of that apartment, and I would bet my last dollar on that.”
“Well, when you’re ready, you can come back anytime.” She half smiled.
“Thanks. Oh, I should mention that Houston won’t be paying the bills around here anymore now that I’m leaving, so you may wanna look into switching things over or whatever.” I continued taking stuff down and placing it into a big clear container.
When I noticed I’d gotten no response, I looked to Miranda in the doorway. She was staring down at the carpet.
“He told you to tell me that?”
“No. He told me this in conversation, and I thought I’d do you a solid by mentioning it before you get a past due bill or something.”
“You seem to be very callous toward this situation, so I’m gonna ask again. Is there a problem, Jilly?”
I hesitated for a moment but then decided to speak up since we wouldn’t be roommates anymore.
“What did my brother mean when he said you wanted to suck his dick?”
“Seriously? How dare you ask me about that! Your brother is a damn psycho. That’s why he said the shit, and for you to think there is any validity to that statement is highly disrespectful.”
“Whoa, relax. Can you close my door so I can finish this?”
Her response didn’t help my thoughts at all.
“I came to tell you that Vernon is here,” was the last thing Miranda said before slamming my door.
I quickly wrapped the vase in my hand, then spruced up my appearance in the mirror before rushing out of my bedroom. Vernon wasn’t in the living room, so I went outside to see his car parked a
cross the street. Rushing over, I went around to his passenger side before sliding in.
“Hey, baby.” I leaned over to hug his neck and kiss his soft lips. He smelled amazing and looked so fine.
“’Sup.”
“Why didn’t you come inside?”
“You know why, and you’re lucky I even came over this way. If I saw yo’ deranged ass brother, I was gon’ pull off.”
Honestly, I wished Vernon would stand up to my brother. Yes, Tony was crazy and would probably kill him, but his weakness was such a turn off. Every time he mentioned not wanting to face my brother, I thought about how Tony said Vernon would never be able to protect me because he was a bitch. Tony wasn’t the only crazy nigga out here, so I did fear how Vernon would react to some random man disrespecting him.
“Why don’t you try talking to Houston again?” I rubbed his shoulder as he paid close attention to his iPhone.
“For what? We married now, and we need to just get on with our lives, cut that nigga out completely.”
“Would you stop saying that? He’s my fucking brother. I don’t wanna cut him out.” I folded my arms while frowning. I loved Vernon, but I hated when he acted like he was the only important thing in my life. I refused to live without my brother. “Plus, he just got me a new apartment, and I’m moving my things in tonight.” I slowly looked Vernon’s way to see his reaction.
“What the fuck! All the times I don’ talked to yo’ ass about cutting that nigga off and you take an apartment from him?”
“Yes, I did! It’s time for me to move from this house, and I want my own place!”
“But it ain’t even gon’ be yours! He gon’ be there all the fucking time, and I ain’t gon’ be able to see you!”
“No the fuck he won’t, and yes you will. He has a girlfriend now and a baby on the way, so I doubt he has time for me. Not to mention, his career has taken off. I can barely get his ass to call me back these days, let alone pop up on me,” I explained.
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