“What?” I got nervous. “You fucked that nigga you went to lunch with huh?”
“My co-worker? I’m gonna pretend like you didn’t just say that right now. Unlike you, everyone in my workplace knows I have a man, a husband.”
“My bad, baby. I—”
“Anyways, I think I’m pregnant.”
“Oh shit.” I chuckled.
“Why are you happy? Oh, you think because if I’m pregnant, you got me for sure? No sir.”
“Nah.” I lied.
It was a known fact that women found it harder to leave a nigga they had a baby by, especially multiple babies.
“I know you, Rahim. Secondly, if I am, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to keep it. This isn’t a good time, not career wise and because our relationship is on the outs.”
“Amara, I swear to God if you get an abortion—”
“You’ll do what exactly? Leave me?”
“Maybe.”
“Be my guest, but if you think I am gonna be pregnant while taking care of a very active toddler and working eighty hours a week while you run around LA like Dr. Dre, then you have shit more fucked up than I thought.”
For a moment, I couldn’t believe I was talking to the same woman I had proposed to. She sounded bitter as hell, all while somehow being callous.
“Amara, what happened to you, baby? You don’t even sound the same.”
“Would you sound the same if the person you loved did you dirty?” It was quiet. “What changed is my head isn’t in the clouds anymore, Rahim. I no longer have the thought in my head, that I have a perfect little family. I’ve woken up and realized that you may possibly be what I never thought you were.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?”
“A lying, cheating asshole, who has manipulated me into believing he only loves me and no one else.”
“Amara, I’ve never cheated—”
“Goodnight, Rahim.”
I tried her back but got no answer. I then attempted Shanece again, but the same result applied.
Just then I heard the door, so I opened it to see the pizza guy. As I paid him, Phoebe came up behind him, waltzing right in as he slipped away. Yeah, her renovations were taking longer than expected, so she was still here.
“I didn’t expect you to be home so early.” She set some grocery bags on the counter.
One thing I enjoyed about her being here was how well stocked she kept the fridge. She even cooked for me.
“It wasn’t planned.” I entered the kitchen to make myself a drink.
“Had I known, I would’ve cooked for you.”
“I took care of that as you can see.” I held up the pizza box.
Phoebe said nothing as I made my plate, so I went to the living room to chill. I checked my phone on the low but had no calls or messages.
“You don’t mind that I got some, do you?” Phoebe joined me about five minutes later with a plate of pizza.
“Nah, you good.”
We watched the movie while eating, talking a little bit here and there until it was over.
“Trash.” She shook her head.
“It was, huh?” I laughed.
“Should’ve let me pick. I always pick good stuff for us to watch.”
“You do.” I smirked, touching her leg. “I wanna apologize for how I’ve been acting, icing you out over other females.”
“I’m glad you realized it.”
“I did. You accept?”
“Yes. Kind of bruised my ego to know you found someone you liked better than me that wasn’t your wife.”
“Nah, don’t take it like that. Honestly, Shanece was an infatuation.” I lied. I was just angry with her ass for not talking to me.
“You seemed down earlier. You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Rahim, come on. We used to talk all the time.”
“Nothing big. Just my wife trying to break up, basically.”
“What? She found out about me? Or Shanece?”
“Nah, she umm, found out I hadn’t really been telling people I was married.”
“Ah.” Phoebe shook her head. “Yeah, that was stupid.”
“Thank you.” I laughed.
“So since you’re kind of single, let’s make the best of the time I’m here.” Phoebe rose up, reaching down for my hand.
“Phoebe, come on, man,” I grinned.
“You’re telling me,” she got into my lap, straddling me, “that you don’t miss all that good sex we used to have.” She began massaging my dick while kissing my neck, my chin, and eventually my lips.
Without saying anything else, I stood, carrying Phoebe to my bedroom to work her out.
Shit. I didn’t have Amara or Shanece, so for the first time, I wasn’t doing anything wrong.
Tony Wacko
Big ol' 40 on me, back packin' again… Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz…
I got invited out to the strip club for a little appearance, which honestly caught me off guard. I’d always been well known in LA but never to the point where muthafuckas offered me racks to come chill at the club and have anything a nigga wanted for free. Shit was moving fast as fuck, but I had no problems keeping up with this shit, since it was expected, just not this fucking quickly.
“Smile harder.” Camarih whispered in my ear as she saw me and the homies watching the two bitches in our section shaking to “Bacc At It Again” by Yella Beezy. Them hoes were thick as pancake batter, and the sight before me was amazing.
“I brought you here for a reason.” I draped my arm around her to kiss the side of her face.
“’Cause you knew I wanted to come.”
“Nah, ’cause I knew you’d be missing yo’ nigga. Blowing my phone up for some dick and cuddle time.”
“Whatever.” She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes.
Gripping her face, I tilted her head back to kiss her lips deeply as fuck. For a split second, as I looked into her face, I felt that simp shit flowing through me.
“Why you so fucking pretty? I hate that shit.” I pecked her again, making her smile. Talking against her mouth, I added, “I love yo’ ass as much as I love fucking you.”
“You should love that I’m pretty.”
“I do, but that shit makes me jealous as fuck.”
“Not more jealous than me.”
“Way more fucking jealous than you. Fuck is you talking about?” I frowned as she chortled, showing me that pretty ass smile.
“Only y’all will argue about who is more jealous,” that hoe Rubie piped in.
Just as I was about to tell her to mind her hoe business, I saw some nigga I ain’t know like that, making himself a drink.
“Nah, nigga.” I slapped it out of his hand, making the glass drop and drink spill. “Get yo’ broke ass back.”
“I’m Cornell’s homie.”
“Nigga, I ain’t ask who the fuck you was, I said to get the fuck on. You want a drink, go pay for the shit.”
“My bad.” He nodded then waved to Camarih.
WHAP!
“Oh, you think you funny muthafucka.” I shot up, backhanding the fuck out of that nigga, making him stumble and slip as everyone nearby commented. He wanted to be disrespectful by speaking to my bitch, I was about to pop his ass like a pimp did his hoe.
“Wait, hold up. What’s going on?” Cornell tried to intervene as security came up.
Climbing onto the table, I hopped down to make it around Cornell so I could get closer to his fuck ass homeboy. The nigga had the nerve to try to run up, and soon as he got close enough, I decked his ass, sending him falling backward into the security’s arms.
“Yeah, take a nap, little nigga,” I commented as they damn near carried his dazed ass out. Passing Cornell as I went to sit back down, I said, “Don’t bring no more people to my shit.”
Cornell shook his head as he walked off, so I sat back down next to Camarih.
“You okay?” She kissed the corner of my mouth while rubbing her small han
d across my chest.
“Perfect.”
“I love seeing you slap other men up. It’s so disrespectful and sexy.” She spoke lowly in my ear. I was pissed, but the shit made me smirk.
“You weird as fuck.” I touched her belly.
We chilled for the next forty-five minutes, and just as I was ready to leave to go pound Camarih’s pussy at the crib, the guard of my section walked up.
“Hey, a young lady wants to come up.”
“Fuck that got to do with me? The homies already got the hoes they want up in here. Tell her to offer that pussy up elsewhere.”
“Nah, she said it’s business. She even offered me two hundred to let her by.”
“The fuck?” I looked around him to see some bitch in a white top.
“I’m not working tonight.” I took Camarih’s hand and started out. We passed her on the way, and I felt her touch me. “Fuck off me.” I shoved the bitch slightly by her wrist.
“I was wondering if I could sing for you!” She shouted, running to hop in front of me, but I clipped her shoulder as I passed by, ignoring her.
“Bump into my girl, and we gon’ have a fucking problem,” I let her ass know as I carefully got Camarih through.
“Why would she show up here?” Camarih rolled her eyes as we walked to the whip.
“Not sure, but she almost got clocked.”
Camarih giggled as I put my arm around her. When we got to my whip, I helped her inside, eyeing her sexy ass legs before I shut the door.
“Talk that shit now, nigga!” a voice barked.
I turned to see the muthafucka I slapped and then decked to sleep about an hour ago inside of the strip club. He had his heat trained on me.
“Oh, you woke now?” I laughed, and he bore a confused expression. “I’m supposed to be scared, nigga?” I moved closer.
“Tony! Get in the car.” I heard Camarih’s soft voice.
“Close the fucking door!” I snapped on her before turning back to this muthafucka. “Think a nigga like me is scared of a bullet or two?” I stopped once the gun was prodding my chest, and he backed up a little bit with his punk ass.
“I’ll shoot yo’ ass right now,” his voice all but trembled.
“Nothing like a bitch with a piece.” I snatched it.
Soon as I did, he turned to take off running, but I tripped him. I proceeded to fuck his ass up, alternating between my fist and the butt of his gun to beat his ass, until I started to see a crowd form.
“Arrgggh,” he groaned, doubling over in pain as he spit out a tooth and blood.
“I’ll get at you later,” was the last thing I said to his ass. I wasn’t sure how well he knew street shit, but that meant homie was dead. I got in my car and sped out of the lot before more people came. “Don’t do that shit again, Camarih.” I hadn’t looked her way yet, but she was silent. Finally, I did and saw tears streaming her cheeks as she cried quietly. “Camarih, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I frowned.
“He could’ve shot you, and you didn’t care.”
“But he didn’t. Nigga was a bitch, and I knew that.”
“Cowards kill people all the time, Houston! Then you would’ve been dead! Then I would be there, watching you die while people took pictures and recorded the shit!” She blew the fuck up, making me pull over.
Taking my seat belt off, I did the same to hers. Getting out of the car, I went around to her side, pulling her out. Not saying anything, I hugged her small ass tightly as fuck, kissing her neck.
“I’m sorry,” was all I could say; I couldn’t think of shit else. “I’ve never been scared of a nigga, and I’ve never been scared of dying either.”
“Other people are.” She sniffled, so I pulled away some to see her wet face.
“I know. A nigga ain’t trying to leave you, or you.” I touched her belly. “I’m just a little crazy.”
“A lot.” She pouted as I kissed her. “I watched somebody I loved very much get killed only a few inches away from me, but somehow I made it through. But if that happens to you, I promise I will not make it.”
“You would because you one of the strongest females I know. Only type that could be my girl. But you ain’t gon’ have to make it without yo’ nigga, aight?”
“Promise?” She put her pinky up.
“I promise.”
“Come on.” She put her pinky more in my face.
“You always gotta ruin shit by being corny as fuck.” I shook my head, pulling one of my arms from being around her body to lace my pinky with her tiny ass one.
Still holding our pinkies together, I leaned down to kiss her full ass lips.
“I love you, Houston.”
“I didn’t lose out on getting some pussy, right?”
She shook her head ‘no’ before we pecked a few more times, and I helped her into the car. Soon as it closed, I knocked on the window.
“What?” She opened the door.
Leaning over with one of my arms on top of the hood, I licked my lips and said, “You pretty as fuck, girl.”
Like clockwork, Camarih blushed hard as hell.
“Stop, Houston. You’re embarrassing me.” She tugged on her face like the Home Alone nigga to hide her smiling and reddish cheeks. When I bit my lip, while eyeing her salaciously, she screeched, “Stooop! You’re so annoying!” while laughing hard as hell.
I chortled with her a little bit before shutting the door and stepping down off the curb to get in on the driver’s side. Once in, I cut on “Best Friend” by Dom Kennedy, a song we both fucked with and listened to all the time. She wanted it on repeat, so I let the song ride until we got to the new crib.
We took a shower, and while I went to get some water, she did her long ass routine. I wasn’t gon’ complain though because her skin felt like butter and was beautiful as fuck. Camarih had the prettiest fucking body a nigga had ever seen, even with her big ass gut now.
When I walked into the room, she was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed with her head cocked and her eyes closed. The air conditioner vent was blowing her golden curly hair a little bit. Guzzling down my water, I dropped the empty bottle in the trash then made my way over. She smelled sweet as fuck as I started to kiss her lips, and then her neck and collarbone.
“I just showered.” She whined as I laid her back, taking the honey she used for her tea to cover her nipples.
I sucked that shit off until there wasn’t a drop left, then spread her legs, putting the shit on her inner thighs. I did the same, sucking and licking until the sticky residue was nonexistent, as she moaned softly as fuck.
Lastly, I put a little on her pussy before placing the bottle to the side and setting her thick thighs on my shoulders. She was wet as hell already, so the taste of her pussy mixed with the honey was some shit I never wanted to stop eating. I started slow, eating her shit like I loved it, as she wound her hips slowly against my mouth.
Gripping her waist, I made sure she couldn’t move as I started to attack her box. Her pussy was sloppy, drenched like a muthafucka, which had a nigga in heaven as I sucked and teased her clit constantly.
“Mm.” I grumbled, burying my face deeper as she whimpered while sweating her ass off.
“Houston…” She sniveled, body trembling as she leaked for the second time.
I looked up at her, making slight eye contact as she bit her lip, before a moan burst through. She spread her legs wider for me, before shivering hard as hell then cumming. Her voice shook right along with her body as she cried out, whining my name in her sexy voice.
I kept going, forcing her to freeze as if she was paralyzed, so I let go of her waist to intertwine our fingers. She dug her nails into the backs of my hands as her soft, sweaty thighs shook against my head.
“Fuck.” I finally detached my mouth when she quivered uncontrollably as she exploded.
I licked her clean as she whimpered softly, before I kissed up her body, lingering on her belly. When I got to her nipples, I attacked them muthafuckas again
before slipping my tongue in her mouth to kiss her nastily as fuck.
“Ah!” She gasped softly when I got inside. She was so fucking wet I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“You taste that?” I asked as I beat it up. The taste of her pussy and the honey was still on my tongue, and I wasn’t complaining.
She couldn’t respond, so she let her mouth hang open as I sucked her bottom lip. That shit made me smile, seeing her in shock at how I was pounding that pussy, so I just grinned, continuing to fuck her like I hated the pussy, while she creamed down my dick twice over.
“Mmm.” She finally made a sound, digging her nails into my sides like always.
Gripping the front of her neck as I tore that pussy up, I growled. “You my bitch forever, you hear me?”
She couldn’t respond, but I didn’t need her to.
Two days later… around 7 p.m.…
I drank from my personal bottle of Hennessy as I listened to the track I had them Gangstar Girlz record for me. Shit was cool and only a demo, but I wanted to see what I could do with them and how I could groom their asses. I’d only just had them record this shit a couple days ago, because I wasn’t wasting none of my muthafuckin time or money on some females who weren’t signed to me. So once the contract was out of the way, I had Rahim whip up some quick shit and got them hoes in here.
Someone knocked on the studio door, so I lowered the track before getting up. Making sure my piece was in its rightful place, I opened it to see Rubie and that bitch from the strip club two nights ago.
“Fuck y’all doing in my shit?” I frowned.
“Didn’t Camarih say I was coming by?” Rubie quizzed as the other one gaped up at me.
“Maybe. Even if she did, why you bring this hoe?” I walked away from the door, and they followed me in. Sitting down at the mixer, I took another swig of my liquor, waiting.
“Well, this is Angel, and her name fits.” Rubie grinned. I didn’t say shit. “And umm, I thought she would be a good addition to the label.”
“I already got a bitch that sing; I don’t need another.” I leaned back in the chair.
“I know, I know, but why not double the profit?”
“Man, this hoe better have some fucking pipes on her thirsty ass, or we gon’ have a problem, DSL. You barging in on my work.” I shook my head, turning toward the mixer to move some knobs around.
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