“Let me smell your dick then.”
“What?” I turned away from the shower to stare her ass down. She couldn’t be serious.
“Let me smell your fucking dick!”
“Man, I don’t know what movies or shows you’ve been watching, but I’m not about to let you smell my damn dick.”
CRASH!
Holli chucked her wine glass my way, and thankfully I ducked. There was glass all over the bathroom floor and in the tub.
“That’s because you’ve been with another bitch!”
“So the fuck what! I ain’t with you!” I barked back, pissed as a muthafcka.
“You rude, inconsiderate asshole!” Holli started going off, tossing everything she could get her hands on as I tried to dodge each of them.
Eventually, I had to rush her ass, then close and lock the bathroom door on her.
Shit like this made me totally understand why niggas killed females to keep them from sharing a baby.
The next afternoon…
My back was killing me because I’d slept on the bathroom floor while waiting for Holli to fall asleep. When she did, I crept to my second bathroom for a shower.
Once out, I made a video apologizing to Rubie and expressing my admiration for her. I held onto it until this morning, so the shit had been up for a few hours by now since it was 1 p.m.
I was able to get up out the crib before Holli woke up, so I stopped to get some flowers before driving over to Rubie’s job. I didn’t know where in that big ass building she was located, so I called her.
“Hello?” she answered the phone.
“Hey, come down.” I was already smiling widely.
“I’m busy, Eitan.”
“Please? I wanna give you something.”
“Is it a baby like the one you gave Holli?”
Silence hovered over us as I tried to think of something clever to say.
“Rubie, come down so I can—”
“When were you gonna tell me you were having a baby? After we got back together? I’m just curious.”
“Nah, I was gon’ tell you. I just needed to get you back first.”
“Right. Well I guess you forgot that you’re fame has increased so it’s all over social media, photos of you and your pregnant, rapping girlfriend. My favorite is the one of y’all holding hands outside of Target.”
Rubie was right; I wasn’t used to this fame shit. Local celebrity was a far cry from being well known in every state you visited. The upside was the money and my music getting the recognition it deserved, but the downside was I had no damn privacy. I was so used to going out whenever and with whomever I wanted to and not having an issue. But now, all my fucking business was on front street.
“We not together, and—”
“I don’t care about you being together or not! I care about the fact that while I was fucking you, this bitch was pregnant, and you said nothing! What’s even dumber is it appears that you got her pregnant before fucking with me, so why not be honest? Now it just looks like you were trying to hide the shit and deceive me!
I don’t have time for your mess or any other man’s! I am done being nice and giving niggas the benefit of the doubt, because I get nothing in return but robbery, lies, and diss tracks. So fuck you, and have a happy life, Eitan!”
“Baby, wait—”
The dial tone cut into my sentence, so all I could do was let my head fall against my headrest as I sighed.
Why the fuck was it so hard to have yo’ personal life and work life be on one hundred at the same damn time? Fuck!
Camarih
As of late, I could barely get any sleep, because I was so uncomfortable. My belly was huge, and I was always horny, yet Tony always got on my nerves.
I was jealous that he could leave the house, get a good night’s sleep, and that his body was on point, when this was both of our baby. I swear this would be the last baby I ever had, and if I chose to have more, they would be via surrogate.
I heard some keys in the door, so I climbed out of the bed as quickly as I could, which was slow. Tony shut the front door, and I listened as his steps came down the hallway until he got to our bedroom.
“Why you out the bed, Buttascotch?” He neared me, wrapping his arms around my body before kissing my lips.
“I want this thing out.” I whined, making him chuckle subtly.
“Don’t be calling my fucking kid no thing.” He walked to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling me with him.
Right when he brought me between his legs and caressed my belly, the baby began moving about like always. I smiled down at the amazement in Tony’s face, even though it didn’t feel good to me at all.
“I took my baby-free body for granted.” I stretched some.
“Lay down,” he instructed me as he got up to start removing his clothes.
He took my nightgown off, then my panties, before getting on top of me. Gently, he pushed his way inside of me, eyes filled with lust, as always, even though I felt and looked like a whale. It took me no time to cum, and my body trembled under his as I held tightly onto his biceps for leverage. He was going slower than usual, but somehow it felt just as good, and I was releasing about the same.
“Houston.” I sniveled his name as another orgasm flowed through my body.
A few minutes later, he was letting go inside of me, gripping the sides of my thighs as he sucked my lips. We kissed for some time before he got off me and then helped me from the bed.
“Fine ass.” He scooped me up, making me screech.
“No! I’m too heavy!” I hollered as he carried me to the bathroom. I giggled shyly when he gave me his usual look, sexy lips tucked in. “That sex didn’t even work.” I complained lowly as he cleaned me.
“Give it some fucking time. You know how much power a nigga got in this dick.” He pointed down to it, swinging, making me laugh before he started to run a bath in the large tub.
I’d never called a place this nice home before, and it seemed so surreal. I was used to a twin bed on its last leg, itchy sheets, flat pillows, and a bathroom that I could barely do my makeup in without feeling claustrophobic.
Tony and I got into the bath, relaxing for a little bit. He massaged my back, and then I turned to face him so he could do my feet.
“You like it.” I half smiled as his big hands moved about.
“I wish I had a muthafuckin mask so I wouldn’t have to smell these muthafuckas.” He frowned, making my jaw drop.
“You’re such a liar! My feet are nice, soft, and they smell good.” I pushed my foot closer to his face, and to my surprise, he kissed the back of my toes. I didn’t know why that was sexy to me. “See, you like feet.”
“Nah, I fucking don’t. I just think you sexy as shit, so it makes me wanna fuck you in all yo’ holes and suck on every fucking part of yo’ body,” he admitted. “Been told you how pretty every part of yo’ frame is.”
We stared at one another, sharing smiles, before finally washing off and getting out of the tub.
“I just— ah!” I screeched when I felt a big splash cover my feet and the bathroom floor. “It worked!” I gaped down at the marble tile.
“Told yo’ hardheaded ass.” Tony smirked before slowly helping me from the bathroom.
As badly as I wanted this baby out of me, I wasn’t sure if I was ready. I prayed every night that I would be nothing like my mama, especially if it was a baby girl. I knew if it was a boy, Tony would be able to handle that, but I refused to let my little girl be brought up the way that I was and mistreated as I had been.
I was grateful and beyond thankful for her father, but I wouldn’t want her having to experience what I had, only to be relieved by a man.
“Wait, I need a second,” I told Tony as soon as he pulled up in front of the hospital. I’d been in deep thought since we left the condo.
“A second for what, Camarih? We gotta go.” He hopped out to come around to my side, but when he opened the door, he saw how frozen I was. “Aye
,” he squatted down, turning my face so I could look at him, “you gon’ be a good ass mother.”
“That’s what you think.” I looked down into my lap, toying with my nails despite them being short as hell.
“It’s what I know. Now me? I’m questionable as fuck, but you, baby? You got this shit.”
I laughed at his comment, so he grinned in return.
“I guess I do have a better chance than you.”
“Exactly. Now come on so I can let the homies know to either ride out with blue flags or some other shit.” He helped me out of the car.
I rolled my eyes, thinking of the blue onesie Tony got that looked like the blue rag Crips sometimes tied onto them or let hang out of their back pockets.
Lord, help me.
Two weeks later…
“You’re so cute when you’re asleep.” I whispered down to my baby boy, Houston. He was so perfect, small but chubby as ever with plenty of cheeks to kiss. His skin was like warm caramel, and his little lips were already full.
I still couldn’t believe I had a baby. I remembered there was a time, after one of my many miscarriages, where I figured God was trying to tell me I would never have children.
It was 9 p.m., and he was finally passed out in my arms as I sat in the middle of his decked-out bedroom. Everything was blue, since Tony had some people do a rush job due to us waiting to find out the sex.
My phone buzzed on the floor, and when I looked, I didn’t recognize the number. Scooping it up, I answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Ari.” Isis’s voice came through.
“Bye.”
“Wait, Ari. I just wanna make sure you’re not trying to link up with Prince.”
“Why would I be trying to link up with Prince?” I inquired, even though I was definitely gonna be on his bumper now that I was off bed rest.
“Because of what I revealed to you. Know that I told you this as a friend, so I don’t want you looking for him and spilling the beans.”
“A friend? No, a friend would’ve mentioned this a cool minute ago.” I rolled my eyes.
I still felt a little disgusted with myself that I’d fucked the man who killed Driz. And because of that, I partly blamed Isis for not speaking up. The fact that I was laid up with the nigga who had done my ex dirty, made me feel like a shady hoe, even though I had no idea.
“I was afraid, but anyway, do not go hunting for him, and if you do see him, don’t say anything, please. It’s over and done with, Camarih.”
“Why don’t you want me to tell him what you said?”
“Because he’s dangerous, if you haven’t figured that out yet.”
“Dangerous? Prince? Girl, you sound dumb. That’s why it was so easy for him to play your ass because you believe everything he tells you. If he was so big, bad, and dangerous, he would’ve killed Driz on his own, not paid some people.” I was heated but trying to keep my voice steady so I wouldn’t wake my child.
“He’s dangerous in the sense that he won’t hesitate to harm you whether directly or indirectly. Just promise you won’t go find him and that you won’t say anything.”
“Umm, no.”
“Camarih—”
I hung up, focusing my attention back on my chunky baby and how I was gonna catch up with Prince.
“I missed him, shit.” Tony appeared in the doorway.
“You did, but I’m not gonna complain.” I smiled, letting him take the baby so that he could lie him down in the crib.
Before he did though, Tony held him for a little bit, staring down into his face. I didn’t want to speak and interrupt the moment, but I was curious as to why he always did that. His facial expression let me know he was in deep thought.
Once our son was in his crib, Tony helped me up, hugging my body closely to his as he pecked on my neck.
“We gotta go on vacation or some shit.” He spoke lowly as we stood in the middle of the room, hugging. He was so strong, making his embrace feel warm and secure.
“Where to?”
“Somewhere yo’ ass ain’t ever been before.”
“I’ve never been anywhere past Nevada,” I responded, making him pull away some to stare into my eyes.
“You lying like a muthafucka.”
“I’m not.” I shook my head for emphasis.
For a little bit, he just looked down at me, caressing my back and butt as I locked my arms around his neck, enjoying his scent.
“Shit pisses me off that you been with the wrong nigga for so long.” He finally spoke.
“I’m yours now though.”
“You fucking right. Forever. You happy as fuck, right?”
“I am.” I cheesed widely before we pecked.
“Whenever you not, say some shit to a nigga.”
“Yes, sir.” I allowed him to pick me up, wrapping my legs around his body. “I will pull your coattails.”
“That’s right. Pull yo’ nigga’s coattails. You too fucking fine to be dealing with bullshit.”
I simpered at his words before kissing him.
When we got to the room, we undressed for a shower then laid down on the cool sheets, naked.
“No, not yet,” I let him know when he began groping me as we kissed nastily.
“I know that. Come here.” He spoke through clenched teeth, yanking me back against his body.
For a while, we cuddled up, doing everything but fucking until we fell asleep.
Now that I didn’t feel like I’d been hit by a damn car anymore, I was finally going to get out of the house. I told Tony I was leaving to get my feet done, so he was going to spend time with our baby while I was gone. Yes, I was gonna get my nails done, but after I went to see Prince.
I’d messaged him yesterday afternoon, and he agreed to let me come to his house out in Beverly Hills, aka his rented mansion. He didn’t own shit. It was always either rented or belonged to Stallion.
“Aye, don’t tell nobody I told you this, but you cute as hell,” I heard Tony telling our baby as I tread down the hall toward the living room.
I watched our son yawn while staring up at his father, which in turn made Tony grin. Whipping my phone out, I decided to take a photo of the sight because it was too cute.
“Fuck is you doing?” Tony caught me.
“Y’all looked so cute.” I moved closer, slipping my iPhone back into my pocket.
“I think I need to go out and shoot some muthafuckas ’cause cuz got me acting soft,” he said, pointing down to the baby and making me chortle loudly.
“No, that’s how this works I’m told.” I sat down with them.
“Nah. He got me cheesing and shit over every fucking thing he do like a groupie bitch.” He rubbed his chest, making a face like he felt sick as I cracked up.
“It’s normal, I promise.” I kissed our son and then Tony’s lips as I got back up to put on my sandals I’d left in the living room. “Like my toes white, right?” I quizzed with a smile as Tony nodded, placing the baby down into his swing as he turned the TV on.
Ever since he’d complimented how nice white looked on my toes, it was hard for me to get anything else.
I quickly left, and after plugging in Prince’s address since I forgot how to get there by heart, I drove straight over. His home was huge, not the biggest I’d ever seen, but hell, it didn’t matter. I really wondered how much it was costing for him to even stay here, unless Stallion owned this.
I never wondered or thought about it in the past, and since I visited so infrequently, the house rarely crossed my mind.
I parked anywhere since there was nothing but a closed garage and a big open space surrounding some bushes trimmed into statues, and then I messaged Prince. Before I could even get my seat belt off, he was opening his front door with a smile.
“I knew you’d be back.” He smirked as I exited my truck, walking toward him. “And you look good. I thought all females were busted after giving birth.”
“Focus on your baby mama.” I walked into
his home right past him, and he laughed, but I froze upon seeing Stallion.
“Pretty girl. I was just leaving, so relax,” he let me know, licking his lips.
Suddenly being here with these two had me feeling uneasy and afraid. Prince, I could usually take, but Stallion was a big ass guy, about the same height as Tony but kind of fat. And even though I was feeling better than when I first gave birth, my body still wasn’t back to normal. It was more tired than usual, and a lot of things hurt occasionally.
There was silence, as Stallion looked me over as if I were a full course meal. I was only in jeans and a thin turtleneck, so he shouldn’t have been too turned on.
“Phillip, we need to talk in private.” I cut into the silence.
“Let me go. We can continue this conversation another time.” Stallion spoke to Prince but then looked at me again, adding, “Handle that.”
Prince nodded with a smile, opening the door for his boss to leave. It amazed me how much of a punk Prince was, because I knew he knew that Stallion was after me. Not to mention, his little stare down moments ago made it more than obvious.
I followed Prince to the kitchen, after making sure he locked Stallion’s big ass out, and took a seat at his bar.
“So what’s up, baby? You miss me? The baby mine?” He cackled before drinking whatever was in the cup already sitting on the counter.
“You know damn well neither of those are the case.” I rolled my eyes.
“I mean…”
“Shows how dumb you are. When was the last time I fucked you? That baby would be much older than my son. Keep talking like that, and I will tell Houston.”
“I will tell Houston,” he mocked me. “He yo’ daddy now or some shit?” He took a dig at me.
“Yep, that’s daddy.” I simpered, wiping Prince’s smile clean off of his face.
“Man, why the fuck you come over here?” He refilled his glass.
“I’m sure Isis told you she talked to me.” I set my purse on the counter. Prince’s eyes landed on my diamond Cartier ring for a little bit before he seemingly snapped from his trance. I only occasionally wore my necklace because it was too expensive.
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