“What am I supposed to do when I get there?” My hand fell on my stomach.
“Nothing. He just likes to see the place full of beautiful women, and so do the men so they can have a reason to pay the ninety dollars to get in.”
“That much?”
“Yeah. Only invitees get in for free.” It got quiet. “Please, please come. It would mean so much for me and my job.”
“Okay, okay, fine.”
“Should I send a car?”
“No, I can drive.”
“Okay. Text me when you’re on your way. Thanks again, Camarih!”
“Of course.”
After hanging up, I went to take a shower and then brush, floss, and rinse my teeth. I did that every night anyway, so it was nothing out of the ordinary.
Once my face was clean, I put on some makeup, the cute slinky Fenty dress that hid my stomach but showed a lot of leg so that I was still sexy, and then some pink heels. I didn’t know the brand, but they were only $45.
I put on some jewelry, including my Rolex, and some earrings, then let my golden curly hair hang. I smiled as I checked myself out in the mirror. I felt much bigger than I looked, and certain outfits definitely helped conceal my baby.
Leaving the house, I switched to my car, and when I opened the driver’s side door, my jaw dropped.
“What the fuck!” I shouted, seeing my seat had been removed and my driving pedals sawed off. Grabbing my phone, I texted Tony’s stupid ass.
Me: Why did you mutilate my car crazy!
Tony: Keep yo’ pregnant ass in the house.
Me: Fuck you!
I called Rubie to tell her I needed the car she’d offered earlier and then sat in my back seat to wait since the front was gone. Why did I ever get involved with a nigga like Tony? He thought shit like this was normal.
A car arrived twenty minutes later with the license plate matching the one Rubie had given to me. It was driven by an old white man who got out to open the back door.
The drive there was smooth, but I was still fired up about my car. That was my baby, and I’d worked hard to even buy her.
“Hello, I’m a guest of Rubie Bailey.” I approached the big white guy holding a clipboard.
There was a line of niggas outside, and they were already commenting on my looks. I felt like a piece of meat, so I wanted to get inside already.
“Name?”
“Camarih Marlon.”
He nodded and called someone who I realized was Rubie. Grinning, she took my hand and led me through, right to the area occupied by Tony, Eitan, Rahim, and some other niggas that looked familiar.
“So—”
“No, Rubie. I can’t be over here.”
“Why? Oh shit, I forgot. Let me see if I can—”
Not in the mood to have her do all that, I replied, “Never mind, it’s fine.”
“Okay. I’m going to make my rounds then I will be right back. Thanks again, Camarih!” She hugged me and then rushed off.
I stood there, watching everyone go crazy to “Babysitter” by Da Baby, drink, and smoke. I wanted to sit down, but every seat was taken, so I walked further into the VIP to hopefully find an empty seat. Unfortunately, what I actually found almost made me vomit. I saw Tony, and there was a girl by him, dancing in his lap as he eyed her ass.
“This is why I will never fuck with you again!” I barked after rushing over to them.
WHAM!
When the girl looked up at me, frowning, I knocked her out of Tony’s lap, using my fist.
“What the fuck?” She hopped up, covering her bleeding nose.
Angry as hell, I began slamming her head with my hard purse as she cried out, before Tony yanked me off. He carried me away, finally placing me to my feet once we were away from the crowd.
“Don’t you touch me! You wonder why I don’t want you? That’s why! I hate you!” I growled up in his face as he just stared down at me. His handsomeness made me even more furious.
“Calm the fuck down, Camarih, before you hurt yaself.”
I was about to talk, but I began crying.
“Tony, this is over. We are done. And tomorrow morning, I am leaving, and you need to let me go.” I sniffled.
“Camarih, it was a fucking dance!”
“Of course, it’s always just a dance. So tell me, Houston, have you fucked her?”
“Nah.”
“Nah.” I laughed, mocking him. “Get the fuck off of me.” I shoved him when he tried to pull me in.
“Camarih!” He hollered my name when I darted out of the VIP.
I had no idea where I was going, and I ran right into someone. When they gripped my shoulders, I looked up to see Stallion, Prince’s label head.
“Let me go, please.”
“Why you crying, beautiful?” He smirked.
“Stallion, move.” I began to squirm when his hands started down the small of my back. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered in my ear as I struggled to push him off me.
WHAM!
Before I knew it, Stallion was flying back, and blood was spewing. I spotted Tony, fucking him up, and then three of Stallion’s people came rushing to his aid. Like clockwork, Tony began fighting them too, and they could barely hold up.
“No, stop!” I screamed when one of them were about hit Tony in the back of his head. I punched the guy in the face, and when he got ready to hit me back, Tony clocked him. I noticed more men had come to assist Stallion, so it was about six on one.
I felt someone grab me and pull me back as Eitan, Rahim, and Abel joined the huge brawl, which was all my fault. I realized it was Cornell holding me.
“Calm down, baby girl,” he told me, blocking me.
“Let me go over there! I have to fight!”
“The homie will kill me if I let you go over there. He got it.” Cornell continued to barricade me from the fight.
“What the fuck is going on!” Mark Vegas shouted since the whole club was in pandemonium. “This hood ass shit!”
I broke free from Cornell when I spotted Tony stomping one of the men out, after having laid out Stallion and two others, while Eitan, Rahim, and Abel continued to fight as well.
“Houston!” I ran up to him as he bolted off because Mark was having the police called.
He grabbed me up, said something to Cornell, and then we ran through the back with his friends behind us. I didn’t see Eitan though.
Tony’s car was there, so he helped me in and then got in the driver’s seat, while his homeboys did the same with their cars, before we sped out.
I didn’t know what to say, so the drive home was silent. When we got to the house and inside, I followed Tony to the bedroom, closing the door behind myself.
He checked himself out in the mirror, and he only had a bloody nostril.
“All them niggas he had, and they still lost.” He touched his bloody nose.
“I know. I saw you beat up three by yourself.” I got closer to him as he peered into the mirror. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” He frowned, looking down at me.
“That whole fight was because of me. And I ruined the event.”
“Shit wasn’t yo’ fault. You my fucking girl, whether you wanna believe the shit or not, and the nigga disrespected me by feeling on you. The fight was ’cause of his stupid ass. I should’ve shot his ass, but my first reaction was to fuck him up.”
Taking Tony’s hand, I led him to the bathroom so we could get clean. I doctored his nose up, and then we laid down in the bed, facing one another.
“You’re still handsome.” I caressed the side of his face.
“I’m a handsome ass nigga. A nose hit ain’t gon’ change shit. You know how many muthafuckin fights a nigga been in?”
“A lot. I saw you out there.” I smiled.
“I saw yo’ little gangsta ass hit cuz who tried to clock me.” He grinned, chuckling.
“I could’ve beat him up, but you hit him, Cornell grabbed me, and then Rahim took over.”
“Yo’ little ass think you tough, huh?”
“I am. Especially when it’s dealing with someone I love.”
It got quiet for a few.
“That’s why I made you my bitch. I knew you would ride for yo’ nigga, even when I ain’t want you to.” He pinched my chin, which I loved.
“I love you, Houston, but you just make me too jealous. And the stuff with Brielle bothers me, I guess because I don’t understand. I just feel like there is something I don’t know.”
“You think I don’t be jealous?”
“Not like me.”
“So I took ya fucking seats out ya whip and shit for nothing?”
I giggled.
“No.” I looked off for a second. “When you go to the studio, I can barely focus because I’m wondering if women are all over you.”
“Camarih, did I cheat on yo’ weird ass once?”
I shrugged, but when he made a face, I cheesed.
“No.”
“I don’t just want a bitch to say I got one. Shit, I’d much rather do my own shit and fuck hoes all day. But I love you like a muthafucka, and I want you. Not any female, Camarih.”
“When you get all famous, you may find a better girl.” I smirked.
“That’s impossible. You one a fucking kind.”
“Brielle… tell me again.”
I knew men were stupid, and if you kept asking the same thing, the story would begin to change, exposing the lies.
“Met her, she was just something I fucked on, and nothing more. Our parents linked, got married and shit, and we kept fucking for a few months, but I cut it ’cause the shit felt weird. After that, she gave me head occasionally, but when you and I started fucking around on some serious shit, it stopped.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it, corny.” He brought me closer to him, so I tossed my leg across his body. “So you gon’ stop playing with a nigga and let me stroke you?”
“Houston, I think you mean am I gonna come back to you so we can be in love again.”
“Whatever is gon’ get me my pussy privileges back.”
I rolled my eyes as he pulled off my shirt and then my panties.
“No, baby. I don’t wanna get on top. I’m gonna be too slow.”
“That’s perfect. A pretty bitch bouncing on my dick in slow motion.” Tony brought me on top of him, easing his way inside of me. It was painful but pleasurable at the same time. “Shit,” he mumbled as he helped me move up and down on him. “I missed this shit.”
“I missed yo—u to—too.” I whimpered, feeling Tony’s hands caress my belly, hips, and ass as I rode him.
“Wish I could take a picture of this shit.” He nibbled on his lip as he watched me grind on him, gripping my breasts in his hands.
I came, and by now, I was able to take control, so I wound my hips as I glided up and down his girthy dick. It felt so good that I could barely ride for more than a minute without releasing again. I cried softly as I continued, digging my nails into his chest as my legs trembled.
“Houston,” I cooed, unable to finish my sentence.
“Pussy loves this dick.” Tony sat up, using his tongue to toy with my nipples as I caressed his head.
“Mmm.” I sniveled, biting down on my lip hard as hell due to the euphoric feeling of him being inside of me.
Putting my legs over his forearms, he started beating it up, staring me in the eyes like he always did as I leaked on him.
“Fuck.” He groaned sexily before another throaty moan followed. It sounded so nice, mixed with our colliding bodies. We seemed to moan in harmony as he hammered me.
Tony fucked me harder, making me cream back to back, and stealing my voice box, until he released inside of me. Letting my legs down, he pulled me into him, and we kissed as I straddled his lap, dick still inside.
“I love you, Houston. I love you.” I breathed heavily in between kisses.
“Camarih, I need you to put it on every fucking thing that nothing or no one will break us up.”
I paused, panting while looking into his handsome face as he waited for me to do what he asked.
“Nothing or no one will ever break us up again. I put that on everything.” We started to kiss, but I stopped. “You didn’t say you loved me back.”
“I love yo’ corny ass. Can’t you tell?” His brows dipped, and I nodded. “You being able to tell that I love yo’ ass is always gon’ mean more than me saying the shit.”
Nodding in agreement, I pressed my lips against his.
Being back with Tony had me in such a happy mood that quickly. I didn’t know if that was a good thing, him being able to improve my spirits so easily, but I was never letting him go.
Rubie Bailey
One hour earlier…
“Rubie! Rubie, get your ass over here!” Mark yelled for me over the balcony in the midst of all the chaos.
“Shit.” I started to run but felt someone grab my wrist. “What!” I turned to see who would be stupid enough right now.
“Rubie, let me talk to you for a second.”
“Eitan, not right now.” I yanked from him and rushed up the stairs to get to Mark.
“I told your ass if one more thing like this happened, it was going to be your fault!” Mark barked as soon as he saw me.
“I know, but we don’t know who caused it, and—”
“Did you not see what I saw? Everyone was having a swell fucking time until that Wacko kid hauled off and punched someone! Someone who was one of my VIP guests! Do you know how many of my artists Stallion could help! And now he had to leave my party on a damn stretcher!”
Mark was seething as he stared down at me. I had never in my life seen him this angry before. And at the moment, as he shouted at me, the festivities had somewhat continued, but all the people that Mark’s artists were here to impress, had left the building at the sight of the brawl.
“Yes, and—and I am so—”
“Don’t be yelling at her like that, my nigga.” Eitan appeared out of nowhere, stepping to Mark. His eye looked to be swelling a little from the fight.
“Eitan, no!” I pulled on his arm.
“Nah, what’s his problem?” He refused to let me move him.
“Eitan, please, I am begging you!” My words finally got through to him, so while keeping his eyes on Mark, he backed away before leaving.
“I tell you, Rubie, this was a great way for you to show me you need a raise or more responsibility with my company.”
“Mark, please. I had no idea this would happen. I promise I will make it up to you.”
“How?” He folded his arms. I didn’t expect him to ask that right this moment.
“I can put together another event and—”
“With whose money, Miss Bailey? This party here, that is ruined might I add, cost me forty-five thousand dollars. You know because you wrote most of the checks to the people.”
“That’s true.”
“So you want me to pay for another? And possibly even more money because I would have to go the extra mile to even get half of the people who I had here, to come to this new event.”
“Okay, Mark, I get it. I don’t know what to say, other than I am sorry. I really thought everything would be fine.”
I felt like shit, and depressed. I just knew after tonight, Mark would see me as an asset versus just someone to fetch his juices and book his events or appointments. But that fight had taken me back one hundred steps in his eyes, so I knew that raise or a promotion of any kind was far out of my reach. I was furious and wanted to cry.
“Yeah, well, per usual, you thought wrong, Miss Bailey. I suggest you go home and get some rest so you can come in tomorrow and get some overtime. Because that increase in pay is out of the picture. Excuse me.” Mark stepped around me to walk off.
I stayed in the same place for a minute, pulling myself together before walking off. As soon as I left out the back of the club to walked to my car, tears began to well up in
my eyes.
“Damn, took you long enough,” a male voice said behind me.
“What?” I frowned, turning to see Eitan jogging over to me.
“I said took you long enough. I been waiting outside for you, for a minute.”
“Why?”
“To kick it. Why you think I came?”
“Because it’s a lot of networking you could’ve done, that’s why.”
“You right.” He chuckled, but I wasn’t in a good enough mood to join him. “So, now that you leaving—”
“Eitan, you’re nice looking and seem to be alright, but for one, I have a man, and two, I don’t think you’re my type.”
“Ohh, the homie Wacko did say you had a nigga but he was broke.”
I shut my eyes momentarily, not wanting to go off. I couldn’t believe that nigga Tony went and let Eitan know about Armonn’s financial issues. Not to mention, I never even confirmed that I was referring to Armonn when I asked that question in Jamba Juice.
“Wacko.” I laughed in an irritated manner. “Does he always just say whatever he wants?”
“Pretty much. But what you mean I ain’t yo’ type?”
“Well let’s see, you just literally were in the midst of a big ass, ghetto ass fight. And you’re a rapper; we all know what rappers do, especially when they get some money in their accounts.”
“Actually, it was the homie who started the fight. I just inserted myself because it was a bunch of niggas running up. What I look like letting him do that shit alone?”
“Uh, well, he was handling it pretty well from what I saw.”
Tony was like a hood ass Jedi or something the way he was fucking them niggas up. I swore I saw him stomping one nigga out, while laying out another with one punch.
“And I wanted to make sure shit stayed that way.” Eitan shrugged. “Also, I’m not the normal rapper. I wanna get one woman and keep her.”
I burst into laughter to the point where I had to use my hand to hover over my mouth. I didn’t want to touch my lipstick.
“Oh, that must be why some girl pressed me in the shopping center off Stocker.”
“Nah, see—”
“Eitan, I have a man, and I am not interested in what you’re selling. Thank you for the interest, but you have a goodnight. Best of luck to you in your career.”
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