Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do 4

by Shvonne Latrice

  Once I felt like I’d studied enough for right now, I put my script up and then went to make some food for Island and myself.

  I’d noticed my appetite had improved, ever since Belly had been eating with me, and even more now that I took my doctor’s advice by eating whatever I craved.

  It was a mental struggle convincing myself that it was okay to eat a chocolate covered donut for breakfast, but I was happy I did that shit because I was starting to feel like myself again. Belly was helpful, eating whatever I ate, no matter how unhealthy, to make me feel better about it. The stomachaches weren’t the best, but us both having them together made it worth it in a sick way.

  My phone rang as I watched Island eat and held the bottle up for Cortez. I saw it was Priscilla.

  She, Alivia, and Isabella were accompanying me to a luncheon tomorrow afternoon. It was for ovarian cancer, and the money we bid on designer handbags would go to a foundation for it. I was so excited to be invited because I knew only women of a certain caliber could attend. My image of being a record producer’s baby mama was long gone, and I couldn’t be any happier about it. I was simply Blaise Cansino and not Five-Star’s bitch.

  I talked with Priscilla for a quick second, brainstorming on what to wear, and then as soon as I hung up, my manager, Ivory, called.

  “Hey!” I picked up, praying it wasn’t another role. I was grateful that she kept me working, but damn!

  “A few things. Firstly, Exposed Magazine called, and they want you to do a photo spread.”

  “Umm, Exposed Magazine as in the magazine who only takes naked pictures?”

  “Yes. I mean, your breasts and vagina will be covered by your arm or something, but yes, you’ll be virtually naked.”

  “Right. Well my body is not all the way there yet.”

  “The shoot isn’t for a while, so you’ll be good to go by the time it’s here. I think it’s a good opportunity to spread your name. They’ll do an interview on you as well. You can even discuss the issues you’ve had recovering from being pregnant.”

  “I will think about it.”

  “Do it, Blaise. It would be great. Lastly, Vanessa Mario is having a big party, and you need to be there. It’s an exclusive Hollywood event, and you have an invitation. You don’t have a plus one, so you’ll be attending alone.”

  “Yes, okay.” I took a pen from the side of the fridge and began writing this down.

  “Versace sent you some free dresses; you’ll wear them for the next few appearances and maybe to that party. Got it?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Okay, talk to you soon.” Hanging up, I sighed. “Oh my gosh.”

  “Oh my gosh!” Island repeated, sauce all over her little lips and cheeks, making me shake my head at her.

  Belly was not going to approve of such a thing.

  Ain’t fuckin' with no off-brand bitch… Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me…

  “Startender’” by A-Boogie played over the luncheon as all the ladies either stood, sat at their table, or swayed subtly with their champagne in hand.

  It was an outdoors luncheon at a beautiful mansion with a backyard that had grass so green it looked fake. All the ladies looked pristine, adhering to the dress code by wearing the colors pink, white, or peach.

  For the moment, everyone was just enjoying the small snacks, drinks, and music, until it was time to eat the actual food, and then attend the auction inside the enormous den.

  “This is so nice. Thank you for inviting me, Blaise.” Isabella smiled, smoothing down her white dress.

  “You’re welcome. I thought it’d be nice to ask you all to come with me.”

  “Yeah, I feel important.” Priscilla grinned as we chuckled. She looked so pretty in her peach outfit.

  Alivia wore white as well, and I had on a baby pink blazer dress that stopped mid-thigh.

  “Oh no. Is that who I think it is?” Alivia pointed, and I spotted Megyn across the grass with her friend Zara. They were already looking at me, so I quickly turned my attention back to my friends.

  “Yep, it is.” I rolled my eyes.

  “That bitch is still thirsty! I mean, damn. What kind of dick does Belly have?” Priscilla joked, causing us to roar with laughter as the song switched.

  “Do not tell me what he has, because if he got bitches still vying for him after public embarrassment, it must be voodoo.” Alivia put her hand up.

  The four of us giggled as I shrugged my shoulders, thinking about it. I didn’t know if I could live without that dick, but I was happy I wouldn’t have to find out. Belly knew what he was doing when he was fucking you, and it made you crazy. By saying that, I understood the attachment to him, but I didn’t give a fuck. Messing with Belly would get you fucked up, attached or not.

  Everyone enjoyed the scenery for about an hour more, before we sat down to have the actual lunch. A few people got up to speak while we feasted, and once done, we filed into the den for the auction.

  A few hours later, and we’d raised $300,000 bidding on vintage designer bags from Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and Gucci. My friends and I all bought a couple things, except Isabella. Her money wasn’t as available, but she did buy a wallet, which was enough. They should be happy she got anything.

  After the auction was over, everyone either left or went back to enjoying the house party. I was tired, missing my babies and man, so my girls and I decided we would leave.

  “I will meet you guys at the car. I have to pee,” I let my friends know as they headed out of the front door.

  Letting my Giuseppe Zanotti heels click against the floor, I made my way to the big bathroom designated for the people at the party. It was dope, set up like a public restroom so multiple people could use it, but it was decorated like a personal bathroom.

  Once I peed, I went to the sink to wash my hands while surveying the side part ponytail in my head. Just as I grabbed one of the thick napkins to dry my hands, Megyn came out of one of the stalls behind me. She was wearing a peach dress like Priscilla, and I admit she looked nice in it. She’d dyed her hair golden blonde and had it hanging down with body waves. She was a pretty girl.

  “Wow, didn’t expect to see you here.” She chuckled before turning the faucet on.

  “Likewise.” I began touching up my lips.

  She watched me the whole time that she washed her hands, but I paid her no mind.

  “I want you to know that despite what you hear, I am very much over Cortez and his shenanigans.” Megyn dried her hands.

  “About time, because he’s been over you. Matter fact, he was never on you.”

  “Is that what you think?”

  “It’s what I know. Word of advice: if a nigga leaves you in the lobby to spend the night with another woman who ain’t even giving it up when you are, he ain’t into you.” I smiled.

  “Well like I said, I’m over that. I got a new man who is even picking me up from here.”

  “Is that supposed to be a plus? Him picking you up? Bitch, you sound like a high school girl, happy that her pedophile college boyfriend is scooping her from school.”

  I laughed hard as hell, just because I could sense her infuriation.

  “You can laugh all the fuck you want, Blaise, but at least I have a real man, while you’re over there with a little ass boy, hoping he will marry you. While my man is only thinking about me, yours is out looking for new bitches to fuck on. I am happy as hell that I don’t fuck with Cortez and got me a real nigga who would never even look at you twice!”

  “That’s funny that you’re so happy because when I was using my man’s phone earlier, I saw you sent him a direct message on Instagram, trying to check up on him.” I stared into her eyes, and she gave me no response because she was caught. “And this was just two days ago. I guess since you got no response, you’re happy with your new man. I can’t wait to see him.” I slipped out of the bathroom, using the napkin to twist the golden knob.

  “It must’ve been a fake account, because trust me, I do not care to check u
p on him!” Megyn followed me, sounding stupid. I guess that was the best delayed response she could come up with.

  She should’ve been glad I didn’t punch her ass. The only reason I didn’t was because I felt there was truly no need. Not only did Belly not reply, he hadn’t even looked at it. The message still had a blue dot next to it and was in bold. Me hitting her was truly pointless because she didn’t matter. It was laughable how stuck on a man she was who gave her nothing but some dick before sending her on her way. I was ashamed for her.

  “Oh, is that him?” I pointed to the Mercedes-Benz CLS that Zara was standing by. A tall light-skinned brother was leaning up against it, wearing a Gucci polo, some light-colored jeans, and normal Gucci sneakers. He had a little bit of ice on him too. He was a nice-looking guy and appeared to have a little money on him.

  “Don’t worry about it!” Megyn snapped as I put my finger up to Priscilla, who honked her horn to let me know where she and the other girls were.

  Feeling petty, I walked Megyn’s man’s way, and like clockwork, his eyes were on me. He watched me the whole time as I neared, never once looking off to the side where his rabid girlfriend now was.

  “Hi, I’m Blaise.” I stuck my hand out, smiling brightly up at him.

  Licking his lips and leaning up off of his car, he shook my hand with a simper.

  “Elias.”

  “You’re very handsome, so I just had to come over and introduce myself.”

  “I appreciate you doing that.” He looked me up and down, again licking his lips. “You are beautiful as hell. I see ya show all the time.”

  “Oh, so you know who I am?” I grinned, not due to his compliment but the fact that he was entertaining me right in front of Megyn.

  “I definitely have. So you still with Belly and what not?”

  “Is that your business? You have a girlfriend.”

  “I do?” He frowned.

  “Really, Elias!” Megyn finally burst through.

  “Chill.” He moved from her touch.

  “To answer your question, I am still with him, about to be married.” I showed my ring, allowing it to blind all three of their asses.

  “That’s cool, but maybe we can be friends until then; go to dinner.” He reached for my hands, but I moved them.

  “Megyn, come on. Fuck him.” Zara tugged on her grief-stricken friend’s arm.

  “No, we can’t be friends, because he will kill you. And I’m not interested; I just wanted to prove a point here to your hoe. If y’all are serious, keep her out of my man’s messages.” Turning to look at Zara, I waved with a smile then said to Megyn, “Looks like your nigga isn’t only thinking about you.”

  “It’s only because he knows you’re a hoe!” Megyn barked as I turned to walk away.

  “Girl, bye! Just admit all the niggas you like, like me better.” I gave her a wink, before adjusting the pink Chanel purse hanging from my shoulder.

  “What was that?” Alivia asked as soon as I slid into the passenger seat of Priscilla’s car.

  “For real. That nigga watched you walk away like you were the love of his life.”

  “Nothing major.” I shrugged as Priscilla pulled off. Like a sprung little boy, Elias watched as we drove by.

  London, England…

  I was currently in London for my first time ever with Belly, Island, Baby Cortez, and my mama since she agreed to keep an eye on the kids to give us some alone time at certain points. I didn’t ask, but since she offered, Belly said it was okay for her to tag along.

  We were here because Belly had to make a few appearances out here, and a popular English liquor company had signed him to a multimillion-dollar deal. He also had an interview with a British magazine. My baby was a superstar now, and I was so proud of him.

  I was happy I found the time to follow him here. My career was important to me, but it was also important for me to support my soon-to-be husband. My acting career and even the money that came with it, didn’t keep me warm at night, didn’t make me feel special, didn’t love and protect me, didn’t eat junk food with me to increase my appetite, knowing it would cause him to have a stomachache, and surely didn’t sit and eat with me when I had issues. So sometimes, I would definitely put it in the back seat to support my man.

  It was a little after 6 p.m., and Belly had let me know before he left to do the magazine shoot and interview, to get pretty. He said he would be here by 7 p.m. to pick me up so we could go on a date, and I was so excited. I’d been out of the country before; the most memorable being when Five-Star took me to Australia with him. That may have been when I got pregnant.

  So far in London, Belly and I had done a few things with the kids, and already it was better than Australia, so I could only imagine what us being alone here would be like. The suite we were staying in was like a beautiful Victorian styled apartment. It was three bedrooms, more than we needed, a kitchen, living room, two bathrooms, a balcony seating area, and a dining room. I could live here.

  An hour and ten minutes later, I was finally ready, trying to look as perfect as possible for Belly.

  “Wow, honey. You already got the man.” My mother smiled, watching me fluff out my hair in the full-length mirror.

  “Thank you, Mama. I have to make sure not a hair is out of place.” I did a spin in the mirror, admiring my short, black corset dress from Dolce & Gabbana. I paired it with some satin Dolce & Gabbana sandal stilettos. My makeup was flawless, and my jewelry went well with my look. I was so nervous for some reason.

  “Well you look perfect to me. I think Belly will agree.”

  “I hope so.” I put my hoops in. “You know they say men lose interest once you have a baby,” I half joked. People had been commenting that on my Instagram pictures, and I admit it was annoying.

  “That is true sometimes.” She leaned against the wall. “But I honestly believe that he is still very much smitten with you. Usually men do all this to get you, but he has you, and he’s still doing it.” My mom sat down as I changed purses to match my outfit. “I admit I only approved of him because he was handsome and getting rich. I thought he would eventually leave you.”

  “Wow.”

  “I don’t mean it in that way, honey. It’s just men who are rich and good looking typically don’t stick around. Not to mention he had a harem. That was why I didn’t want you getting pregnant by him.

  Now I can say I am actually envious, in a good way. I’ve never cared about love, but seeing you two makes me maybe want it.”

  “About time. You’re still good looking; you can be a bit superficial sometimes, but you are a good person, so any man would love you.”

  “We’ll see.” She sighed, just as we heard someone walking through the front door of our suite.

  I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting for Belly to come into the bedroom I was in with my mother, who quickly slipped out. He appeared in the doorway, and I could already smell his Chanel cologne. I couldn’t help but to blush and smile as he neared me in his button up and slacks, looking so handsome and debonair. I loved that he could pull off both looks.

  Slipping his hands into his pockets so that I could only see his Richard Mille watch on one wrist, and a bracelet on the other, he inspected me. I fidgeted, skittish as hell.

  “What’s wrong?” I finally inquired since he hadn’t said anything.

  “Nothing.” His brows raised slightly as he shook his head. “I just ain’t know what the fuck to say.” He grabbed my hands to hold them out. “Damn. You are perfect, woman.”

  “No I am not.” I giggled shyly. His face was serious as he continued to eye me in admiration and lust.

  “Nah, you really are. I don’t think too many things are perfect other than God, but you definitely are, baby.”

  “Thank you,” I whispered before we pecked lightly so my lipstick wouldn’t get ruined.

  I took an Instagram boomerang of us in the full-length mirror before we left out.

  An all-black truck was waiting downstair
s, and the driver got out to open the door for us.

  “Did you pump?” Belly inquired as we rode.

  “Yes, baby. I did.”

  He told me to do so because he wanted to drink with me. So I made sure to get enough to last our son all day tomorrow and part of the next day. The alcohol would be long gone from my system before then, but I wanted to be safe.

  “Good.” He kissed me.

  We arrived to what was called the London Eye, and after checking in for our appointment for whatever this was, we were escorted up to a lounge. We were given free glasses of champagne, and told to relax for a little bit.

  “What are we about to do?” I quizzed with a smile.

  “You gon’ see.”

  For the next fifteen minutes, we sipped our champagne, which was amazing, and talked.

  I was surprised by how eager Belly was to get married to me, so most of our conversation was me updating him on how long before we walked down the aisle.

  “You don’t have a baby coming or something, right?” I asked as we stood up since we were told to come on.

  “Are you pregnant?”

  “No.”

  “Then nah, I fucking don’t. Can’t a nigga just be ready to get married? Shit, sound like you got some dick on the side, and if you do, let me know so I can toss yo’ ass off this high ass shit.”

  I laughed heartily because of how angry he was.

  “I’m sorry, baby.” I slipped my hand into his as we walked to get on this moving capsule thing. It was made of glass, and we could see all of London through it.

  “Would you guys like a photo?” the man asked, and we said ‘yes’.

  He snapped a few photos of us, and then the ride began, taking us all around and showing different parts of the city. We got some chocolate truffles to enjoy, and they were so delicious. It was the best chocolate I’d ever had truthfully.

  I couldn’t stop updating my story on Instagram, because every time I put my phone down, I wanted to take a picture of something new, whether it be Belly and I, our luxury chocolates, the scenery in this glass bubble, or the champagne bottle they’d given us. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the blogs to post screen grabs from my story. I didn’t care though; I was enjoying this and a little tipsy.