“This food good as fuck by the way.” He ate another bite as I stayed in his lap. “Must’ve put ya pussy in it.”
“The saying is foot; like, you must’ve put your foot in it.”
“Nah, I meant what the fuck I said; you put some of that good ass pussy in this shit.”
Caught off guard, I let out a loud laugh as he continued feasting.
Few days later…
I was in the hallway of Tony’s studio, tapping my foot impatiently. I was waiting for someone now that I had my strength back.
No one told me that after having a baby you’d feel weak as hell well after the baby was here, but that was the case.
I just knew I was gonna be hitting the gym like I used to after four weeks, but nope. I could barely last fifteen minutes on the damn stair master before I felt like I was having a heart attack.
I kept at the gym though but taking it very lightly until I could progress in certain areas. My body was slowly coming back together, and I liked the little extra thickness I’d gotten. It fit me nicely.
“Oh, hi, Camarih.” Isis walked into the studio, looking shocked.
Tony let me know she tried to pretend she was a rapper to get close to him, but he recognized her from the pictures of us I’d shown him a long time ago.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
I didn’t have anything to say. I’d said and heard enough from her ass. She helped Prince locate Driz, didn’t stop me from dating Prince, and then had the nerve to have a baby with him. There was nothing for us to do but box.
I was knocking her head around, making her bump into the walls of the hallway constantly. She was swinging back, but I guess I was angrier because I didn’t feel a thing, only her blood spewing. Finally, we got on the ground somehow, and I continued pounding her face in until I was tired, and she was crying.
“Shut up!” I barked angrily. “You have nothing to cry about! I should be crying! And I know all about you helping Prince, hoe! You didn’t mention that tid bit!”
“I’m sorry, Ari.” She continued to cry, mouth and nose covered in blood.
I rose up off her, kicking her in the side.
“How are you sorry when you came here today to chill with my man?”
“I was coming to talk business.” She winced in pain. Her face was messed the fuck up, making me smile on the inside.
“Lie again, bitch.”
“Okay. I was coming to flirt with him, but I was also coming to warn him that Prince is currently trying to do him how he’d done Driz.”
My heart almost stopped.
“No, he—”
“Yes, Ari, and he asked me to help, just like last time. I swear to God I was coming to tell Tony this. Prince is richer than he was back then, so he’s offering one million dollars to the killers.
I tried to stop him when he texted me yesterday with updates, letting him know that Tony and Driz were two different types of niggas, no offense.”
“Get up and get the hell out.”
Isis slowly stood to her feet, obviously in pain, before limping to the door.
As soon as she left, I closed it.
I knew Prince didn’t have enough pull in LA to take out Tony Wacko, but I still needed to warn my baby. Niggas these days would kill their own mama for that kind of money.
Nehemiah
“Aight, muthafuckas. Make sure everybody is back here by three p.m. so we can do these last fucking scenes. If you on some late shit, don’t even show up,” Tony announced.
The whole crew was here for Eitan’s shoot. It was taking longer than usual because Tony wasn’t fucking with the original shots. He said 90 percent of the females in the video were busted, making Eitan look broke as fuck. We had to go back and do another casting, and then all the scenes over. I wasn’t complaining though, because I didn’t want my name on shit that looked dusty or broke.
“I’m hungry. Wanna go eat?” Jilly offered as everyone dispersed to go to their cars.
“Can you? It’s pretty late.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, just answer the question.” She swirled her neck.
“Yeah, where?”
“It’s this place in Long Beach. It’s like a laid-back lounge where you can eat.”
“Aight. I’ll follow you.”
“Okay.” She looked around and then pressed her body into me for a kiss.
“You kiss him today?”
“Nope.” She shook her head then closed her eyes. “He’s been at his mom’s since two days ago.” She puckered her lips.
I leaned down to kiss her, and just like that, my dick was hard. She smelled good all the time and looked good too, even when she didn’t try. That caramel skin, soft brown hair, and pussy that I now knew was heavenly, stayed on my mind. I knew fucking with her was only going to piss me off, but I couldn’t stop.
We separated to our cars, and when I started mine, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Pulling it out, it was a text from my baby mama.
Star: When are you coming home, Nehemiah?
Me: Like two hours. Why?
She didn’t respond quickly enough for me, so I buckled up then sped off behind Jilly. The drive was pretty long to Long Beach from where we were, but that was the normal for me after shooting a video. We always went to far ass locations, because the further the shit was, the more space and opportunity to do what was needed.
Jilly parked valet, and I did the same, outside of a hotel. I guess the lounge was inside of there.
When I met her on the sidewalk near the entrance, she took my hand in hers, so we walked in together just like that. It was late, a little after 9 p.m., so the lounge was pretty empty with the exception of about four people.
“How you hear about this place?” I asked after we sat down in the corner, which was a semi-circle booth.
“Because I’m from California.”
“You know what I mean, asshole. This shit is low-key and in a hotel.”
“I’ve just been here before. When I used to have friends, we would eat here all the time,” she answered.
“How you don’t have no friends?”
“I just don’t.” She kept her eyes on the menu.
“What I mean is how do you make it through life with no homegirls to talk to or kick it with?”
“I used to be able to talk to my sister, Brielle, but not anymore. Now I have Camarih though, and she’s better.”
“Yeah, Camarih is cool. Fine too.”
I laughed when Jilly cut her eyes at me.
“Tell my brother that.”
“I’m straight.”
We cackled together before ordering our drinks from the approaching waitress with long blonde hair. There weren’t many food options, which was expected with a lounge, so Jilly and I both decided on the chicken dish.
“I didn’t know you knew Camarih.”
“I don’t, never met her. I’m just going off what I see on Tony’s page and stories.”
“Oh, okay. But yeah, she’s beautiful in person and very nice. I’m so happy Houston chose her and not some other loser hoe.”
“You beautiful in person too.”
“I know, nigga.” She grinned, making me laugh before I pressed my lips to hers.
“I wasn’t joking about that month, Jilly.”
“I know you weren’t. Why do you think I’m trying to spend time with you?”
I nodded.
We kept up the conversation until our drinks came, loosening us up even more. By the time the chicken was here, I was horny as hell, and Jilly was making it worse by eating with one hand and playing with my dick using the other. I had never in my life dealt with a woman like her.
We decided to get a room for the night since we were already here and ordered a few more drinks up to the room. In the midst of drinking that shit, we got naked and laid down in the bed with the lights off. Feeling drunk as fuck and horny, I hovered over Jilly to kiss her and then made my way down.
“I been dreaming about this.” I
spoke just before burying my face between her legs.
I was way too into it, eating her pussy so hungrily that it forced her legs to open more. I made her cum quickly but wasn’t nowhere near done, so I kept going, sucking her clit as she moaned my name.
“Oh shit!” She cried, scratching my scalp as I went ham, making her release so violently she shivered.
This was about to be a long ass night.
The next morning… Around 8:30 a.m.…
I woke up hearing Jilly talking, so I sat up. She wasn’t in the bed next to me, so as I was about to call her name, she appeared, pushing a cart while smiling. How was she fine this early in the morning?
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Breakfast. Come on, sleepyhead.”
I got up, shaking my head, and went to take a piss before coming out to join her for breakfast. When done, we brushed our teeth with the hotel toothbrushes, and then got in the shower together. We didn’t fuck, just did a lot of touching, aka I fingered her pussy until she came. By the time we were dressed, it was time to check out.
“So I will see you later at the video shoot, right?” Jilly cheesed as we stepped off the elevator.
“Yep.” I took her hand to leave the hotel.
“And after?”
“I may have to edit.”
“You can edit at my place. He won’t be there, because he’s mad with me right now.”
“I’ll see.” I pecked her before we went to get our cars from valet.
I sped home because I wanted enough time to take a nap and then change clothes before the video shoot. I felt like I’d only slept for a damn hour fucking around with Jilly. I didn’t regret the shit though, because the sex was amazing, and it was nice to just bullshit for a little bit.
I walked into my spot to see a table in the living room with two candles, not lit, and two plates of food that had been left out.
“Daddy!” My son ran to me from the back, so I picked him up.
“Hey, man.” I kissed him as Star emerged, looking weird. “What was going on here?” I questioned, before walking to sit on the couch with my kid.
“I did this for you.” She gestured toward the table.
“Why you didn’t say anything?” I felt bad.
“I asked when you’d be home, Nehemiah. What else should I have said?” She cocked her head.
“That you made a whole damn dinner for me, Star. Something. Shit, you always wanna know when I’m coming home. And we ain’t exactly together, so how the hell was I supposed to know you was on some romantic tip?” I was confused.
She sat down in one of the chairs at the table.
“I’m sorry, Nehemiah, about breaking up with you because of work. I know this is something you’ve wanted for a very long time. I’m happy that you’re getting paid to do something you love. I know it may not seem like it, but it’s true. I just wasn’t used to you being gone all the time.”
I nodded, not knowing what to say.
“Thank you. That means a lot.” I kissed my son’s head as he talked to me about nonsense.
“So?”
“So what?”
“Does this mean that we’re back on?”
“Star—”
“Is there someone else? Already?” She sounded like she was about to start crying. I wasn’t sure of what the fuck to say because I loved Star and cared about her a lot. I used to think she was gon’ be my wife.
“Not nothing serious yet, but yeah, I’m looking into somebody.”
“Who?”
“A girl I met. That’s all I’m gon’ say for right now, aight?” I got up, putting my son down.
I went to the bedroom to change for a nap, and right when I lay down, Star came in. She and my son climbed in the bed, and I simpered at him pretending to sleep like me.
“Is she already important enough to where you don’t love me anymore?” Star lay next to me.
“I’ll always love you; you know that.” I put my arm around her.
She smiled softly before kissing me and then laid her head on my chest.
Rahim
I’d been in the studio for the last couple hours, working on something for the new girl Angel. Her voice was nice, not as good as Nala’s, but Nala was phenomenal, so she was hard to compete with.
“What you think?” I quizzed Tony.
“Sounds good, but it needs a little something. She gotta have a style and shit. She can’t come through sounding like Nala’s ass. And Nala is better anyway.”
“You right.” I stared at my computer, thinking.
“Maybe you need a break. You ain’t smiled in like a week.” Abel laughed.
“Would you be smiling if you lost yo’ damn wife?” I shook my head at him as Eitan and Tony stared at me. “And the shit is partially yo’ fault.” I pointed to Abel.
“How?” Abel frowned.
“She was about to take me back until you texted me about Shanece being here.” I wanted to swing on this nigga.
“I thought she already knew you cheated before though.” Eitan was confused.
“She knew about Phoebe, not my pursuing of Shanece.” I gave Abel a look, making him shrug.
“How the fuck was I supposed to know?” He looked at everybody.
“You stay blaming other niggas. Yo’ bitch left you because you was doing player shit but ain’t know how to do it right.” Tony finally spoke up after being quiet during the whole conversation.
“So what should I have done to make sure my wife didn’t find this out, since you know everything?” I sat back, intertwining my fingers.
“First off, why you make the hoe yo’ wife if you was gon’ still be fucking other females.”
I let the hoe shit slide because I was more interested in the conversation at hand. Plus, telling this nigga to stop calling anyone other than Camarih or Jilly a hoe was pointless.
“I made her my wife because I love her. Same reason you asked Camarih to be yours.”
“I asked her to be my fucking wife ’cause I knew I was done with the bullshit and could discipline myself. I’m not making no bitch my wife if I know I’m still trying to fuck on these other hoes. ’Cause soon as wifey find out, she taking all yo’ shit. So nah, muthafucka, we ain’t on the same shit.” After taking a sip of his Hennessy from the personal bottle, he added, “Ain’t this nigga Abel’s fault you don’t have yo’ hoes in check, just like it ain’t my fault you kept yo’ marriage a secret and didn’t even drop word before you brought her ass up in here. Leave the pimp shit to the muthafckas who know how to play the game.”
“Yeah… that shit was dumb, bruh,” Eitan added. “First thing I would’ve done is let y’all niggas know my wife was about to come through. I wouldn’t have lied in the first place. Fuck did you think we was gon’ do, not talk to you ’cause you was married?”
“Aight, I’m leaving. I can’t work with all this extra shit going on.” I hopped up.
“Don’t get mad at us ’cause you lost all yo’ hoes in one day.” Tony laughed along with Eitan and Abel.
“And I heard she gon’ get half the money from all them beats you staying up all night making,” Abel commented, causing Eitan and Tony to chortle even harder.
I said nothing as I shoved my shit into my bag and threw the strap over my shoulder.
“So should my songs say produced by Rahim and Amara or…?” Eitan’s ass just had to add.
“Fuck all of y’all.”
“Just ’cause you only getting half of them fucking royalties, don’t mean you can half-ass that beat, muthafucka! I wanna hear some good shit tomorrow!” Tony hollered after me as I stormed out of the studio room, and then the studio building altogether.
Amara taking my money kept me up at night, even though the shit hadn’t even happened yet. And I had too much pride to face my lawyer again because of how confident I was that I could get Amara back, only to be wrong. Not to mention how confident he was that the shit was over. Maybe I would make a point to let his ass know th
at I almost got her back so I wouldn’t look stupid.
My new iPhone chimed, and I saw it was a notification for me to go meet Dallas at the studio so she could hear some of the new shit I’d made for her artist. I never sent my shit through email, unless it was Tony, because niggas were janky and would steal.
“Fuck.” I grumbled before pulling off.
I wanted to go home and smoke, not handle any type of business.
It took me almost an hour to get there due to all the rush hour traffic. By the time I parked, I was beyond irritated and not even in the mood to possibly collect a $75,000 check.
“Hey, running late?” Dallas let me into the studio. She was wearing a dress that looked extremely good on her body. And I didn’t like women with short hair, but it suited her.
“All this fucking traffic.”
“I know. I didn’t think about it until today, how this was a bad meeting timeframe.” She led me to the back-studio room as I watched her ass.
“It’s cool.” I unloaded my backpack as she sat down to type away on one of her phones. “You got this dressed up for me?” I descended into the chair.
“That’s funny. No. I just came from a meeting. I’m sure you’re not used to professional women, so you don’t know what this attire looks like outside of church.”
“Okay.” I laughed, and so did she. “What type of women am I used to?”
“Probably strippers and hood rats who wear booty shorts on the daily.”
“Well, you got me all wrong.”
“I do?” She smirked.
“Yeah, my wife is a law clerk.” I watched her face. She was shocked, but it didn’t seem like it was the job that surprised her; it was the wife part.
“You have a wife?”
“For now, I do.”
“And she’s a law clerk? Wow. How did a law clerk and a music producer come together?”
“Met her a long ass time ago. You know the cliché story; broke or hood nigga meets a pretty, smart, rich girl with disapproving parents, but they love each other enough to make it.”
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