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  “Hey, D!” I greeted her, with a hug, maybe, a little too eagerly.

  Now, don’t get me wrong. Although I had never been with a female in that way aside from maybe a drunk kiss during a party night with my cousin, I wasn’t opposed to trying it, if the opportunity presented itself, but don’t get it twisted, I was definitely in love with dick.

  “I’m here with my cousin and some other friends. Come over and join us. We got a table over there.” I pointed in the direction that I’d left Rina, as the bartender sat my drink in front of me.

  “Cool, here. I got you on the drink, Ma.” She said, “Bartender, let me get a double shot of D’usse.” D called out before laying a fifty dollar bill down on the bar.

  “Thank you!” I yelled over the music.

  “Don’t worry about it. Consider it a bribe to make sure we get an A on this project,” she laughed.

  I grabbed her by her hand and led her in the direction of the group. Rina gave me a side eye smirk, as we approached. I shook my head at her and continued to chat it up with D, at one point, even pulling her out to the dancefloor. She seemed like a pretty cool person, and she was funny as all hell, and even though, I probably made her uncomfortable when she’d first approached me in the club, I was having a good time. There wasn’t any harm in getting to know new people. Hell, I was already feeling like I’d been in captivity, so I was all for welcoming newbies. Our small group danced the night away, sharing laughs all night long. I’d caught a few lust stares from D, but I shrugged it off as playful flirting. I didn’t have a care in the world that night, and for once, I was enjoying simply doing me.

  ~~~

  I stirred in my sleep feeling like someone was watching me, only to wake up to Rashaad sitting on the edge of my bed. I could barely open my eyes, because of the hangover that I was feeling from drinking all night.

  “What kind of stalker are you?” I whined, in a groggy voice, before laying my head back down. My head was still spinning from all the shots I’d tossed back the night before. “How’d you get in my house?”

  Rashaad smirked at me before laying his head next to mine.

  “Looks like you had a wild night, Lil’ Mama.” He said, in a low voice.

  “Something like that.” I responded. “But, you still haven’t answer me.” I was still slightly irritated with him, even though, I wanted to smile because of his presence.

  “Your cousin let me in. I came through to see why it feel like you got a nigga on time out?” He said, as he moved locks of hair from my face.

  “Cause you tried to put me on time out. Leaving me alone in your house.”

  He looked at me with those eyes, and I felt my defensive walls tumbling down. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, because with just a look, who knows what this man could convince me to do.

  “You lucky you cute, and I’m lightweight still drunk, or I’d put you out right now.” I conjured up a smile before placing my hand on his face.

  “Now, you know you don’t want to do that, Ma. We lovers, not fighters.” He smiled.

  “Lovers, huh?” I propped my head up on my hands and stared at him. I was enjoying the sound of that, but again, I wasn’t sure if another relationship was something I was ready for. I figured that I’d play it by ear with Rashaad. Hell, it was only right that I, at least, gave him a fair shot.

  “If we lovers, sir, we gotta be clear on something.” I stated, matter of factly.

  “I’m listening, Baby.” He said. I loved it when he called me by my nickname.

  “Number one, don’t leave me waiting around for you. I’ve done enough of that.” He nodded his head in agreeance, while making silly faces, causing me to giggle. “Number two, don’t be leaving money on the counter for me like I’m some type of hoe. What’s wrong with you, boy?!” I hit him, playfully.

  “Aww, now you know it wasn’t like that. I just wanted you to go get whatever it was that you wanted on me. It’s called spoiling. I know you ain’t used to that type of thing based off the bum ass nigga you was with before me, but me giving you things is something you need to get used to now that you mine. You rolling with a real nigga now, Ma, and everything I do is one hunnit.” He stared me dead in the eye when he said that, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

  “Second, all this is me.” He said, running his hand down the length of my body. “So that blocked list shit ain’t gonna work, because I’m going to always get to what’s mine.”

  “Yours?” I inquired.

  Rashaad began kissing me gently on my neck. I leaned my head back giving him full access, as his hands continued to roam my body. His touch felt so good that I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped my lips.

  “Can you handle that, Ma?” He whispered to me. I was under the spell of him, and I found it hard to even use my voice to respond. I nodded my head, in response, as my lips formed an “O”, as his fingers massaged my clit. The mix of his cool breathe against my skin escalated the rise in my body heat under his touch. He pulled me close to him and nuzzled my face into the base of his neck. His Invictus cologne took over my senses, as I put my arms around him, pulling him in closer to me. I was ready to give it all to him in my half-drunken state.

  “Get y’all nasty asses up, GAWD!” Rina’s voice, interrupted from the doorway. I’d almost forgot that she was even in the house. “Back here trying to get all freaky and shit, while me and Meek up here hungry as hell. Baby, come make some pancakes. Give a bitch some bacon, or something, hell?” She complained, before walking back towards the living room. All Rashaad and I could do was laugh. It was like a form of tunnel vision was occurring between us, and all we saw was each other when we were together. I blew out a frustrated breath before throwing the covers back and climbing out of the bed to go make breakfast for my cock-blocking cousin.

  Mesha

  I wanted so bad to just go ahead and try my luck and pop up on Rashaad. To say I didn’t miss his company would be an understatement. He had me feeling some type of way, for real. I was pissed at myself for even allowing feelings for a nigga to sway me. I was too much of a pimp… let me correct that, a pimpette to be sitting here all emotional and shit. I needed to shake that feeling, and I needed to do it fast, ‘cause sitting around moping over a nigga ain’t never got a bitch nowhere.

  I gave myself a once over in the mirror and headed out the door to the mall. Shopping was always a good distraction, but shopping with someone else’s money was perfect therapy, and I had planned on tearing the mall down on D’s dime. I didn’t know where she had come from, or what she wanted, but the attention that I was getting from her was satisfying, so far. Even though I’d dabbled here and there with females in the past, the thing I liked most about D was that she wasn’t clingy. Hell, she was damn near encouraging a bitch to try to get her man back, and I wasn’t opposed to it, in the least bit. She was nice to pass the time with, while I worked on Rashaad getting his mind right.

  I strutted to my Camaro, in my Guiseppe Zanotti heels. I had squeezed my fat ass in a pair of ripped jeans, and my barbell nipple rings poked through my fitted top, because I didn’t wear a bra. I was turning heads with every step, and that attention, alone, was making me feel a little better. That little bitch that Rashaad was running around with was the least of my worries. For the life of me, I couldn’t see what even attracted him to her. To me, the chick was as basic as they could come. In no way did she compliment a man of Rashaad’s demeanor, like I could. After that was all over, I was going to make damn sure my man wouldn’t be donating anymore dick to the charity of basic bitches. He had everything he needed with me, and I needed to get him to understand that.

  I hit the fashion outlets of Chicago full force, raking up on all the new styles. It wasn’t until I was walking out of the Gucci store that I noticed them. My stomach turned, watching how googly eyed Rashaad was looking at that broad. Why couldn’t he look at me like that? I thought. I was still pissed about her kicking my ass the way she had in the park. I had gravely unde
restimated her, then, but another beating was the last thing I was trying have that time around. I had planned on hurting that bitch, emotionally, because it was no denying that they had chemistry from where I was standing.

  “Hey stranger.” I said, cutting them off before they walked past. I could see the irritation in Rashaad’s face, but I knew that he was only doing that, because little miss basic was standing there. I could care less about him being made. It only made me want to suck the skin of his dick even more.

  “What’s up, Mesha?” He sighed, before attempting to walk around me. That nigga could play hard all he wanted to but, at the end of the day, I was determined for him to be mines. I shivered just envisioning myself laid up under him, again. I could see his chiseled chest through his Armani Exchange shirt. My eyes could have burned a hole through his jeans from how hard I was staring.

  “Just missing you. I know you miss how much fun we used to have.” I said reaching out to stroke his face, but he blocked my hand and grabbed my wrist.

  “Yo’, you being mad disrespectful, right now.” Devyn piped up. I cut my eyes at her, fighting the urge to slap her.

  “You’re right. I am, but listen, I think Footlocker is right down that way.” I pointed. “Why don’t you go find something to do while adults talk, boo boo.” I said, sarcastically, before turning my attention back to Rashaad.

  “Aye’, yo’ Mesha, move around with that shit. We don’t have anything to talk about, so all this shit you doing right here is uncalled for. My girl don’ already got in dat ass once, and I’m about to let her do it, again, if you don’t keep it pushing.” Rashaad said, through gritted teeth. He was so damn sexy when he was mad.

  I put my hands up in surrender and took two steps back, never taking my grin off of my face.

  “You right, boo. Plus, you the only somebody that I let get up in this ass.” I said, playfully. Rashaad paused for a second, and I could tell that he was trying to suppress a grin. I knew what that nigga liked, and I was almost positive that that little Molly the Maid chick wasn’t down to get nasty like me to please Rashaad.

  “But, listen, you left some things at my house. Let me know when you ready to come pick them up. I’ll be around.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that home girl was getting pissed, so I felt like my mission had been accomplished. All I wanted was to get under that little bitches skin. She stood there looking from Rashaad to me with her arms crossed. I could see the steam rolling off of her.

  “You know my number when you ready.” I said, lustfully, before turning around and walking off. I made sure to switch my hips just right, because I could just feel Rashaad looking at me.

  Point one for me, and zero for little miss ghetto. What Rashaad and his bitch had to know was I played dirty for what I wanted, and I was ready to play for keeps.

  Rashaad

  I sat back and puffed away on some kush, already on my fifth blunt of the night. It felt like my eye balls were touching themselves, because of how high I was. I’d resulted in drowning my frustration in weed smoke, because I could tell that Devyn was still feeling some type of way from our little encounter with Mesha at the mall, but she took it to a whole other level when she saw that Mesha was still blowing my phone up. As far as I was concerned, she really had no reason to be so pissed about it. Despite whatever Mesha tried, she didn’t hold a match to how fine Devyn was to me, but Devyn was too caught up in waiting for a nigga to mess up that she ignored just how much I was into her. I knew, from the gate, that I would be compared to that clown that I was following right now, but sooner or later, she had to realize that I wasn’t him. When she got in her moods, she would go back to her place and ignore me, and that was the shit that I wasn’t feeling at all.

  I sat back in the driver’s seat of my car, barely able to keep my eyes open. Hopefully, nothing popped off, because I was liable to spray the whole block trying to get that nigga, because I was, definitely, out of my mind high. I had been watching Ant for a few hours to see if he would lead me to the bitch that had tossed us off that fake cash. The more I watched how homie moved, the more I felt that that nigga was a straight clown. Devyn should have considered herself lucky to have left that nigga, because the way he was moving was reckless.

  I’d had a few of my people keeping an eye on him, because trust and believe, if he thought Kool-Aid pumped in my blood, he had another thing coming. My concern was always the money, and if that nigga there thought I was going to sit back and let him fuck with my money and nothing happened, he needed to think again. I was slightly caught off guard when I heard someone tap on my window. I, instantly, dropped my left hand and gripped the handle of my nine. I let out a sigh and shook my head before I let the window down.

  “What do you want you?” I said, in a bothered tone. It had been a few weeks since I had run into Mesha at the mall, while I was with Devyn. My shorty was pissed for days at that slick ass mouth Mesha had on her, but I liked that Devyn was a cool chick. You would never know she could pop off with the best of them since her demeanor was so laid back and innocent.

  “You really need to stop acting like you bothered to see me, Shaad.” Mesha said, putting her hand on her hip. Against my better judgement, I hit the unlock button on my car and motioned for her to get in. The last thing I needed was this bitch causing a scene, and Ant seeing me and getting ghost.

  “See, there we go. All you gotta do is play nice, Shaad.” She said, as she took a seat in the passenger seat. “I know you been seeing me call you. Stop avoiding me like you were never interested in all this.” I can’t lie, Mesha was looking right. Her black leather top had her titties sitting up nicely.

  “What I look like answering my phone for your ass when I’m home with my shorty.” I said, breaking my gaze from Mesha, as she shifted her pretty ass in my seat.

  “So, you don’ moved the bitch in? Must be serious if y’all playing house, and shit.” I could tell by her tone that she felt some type of way about the fact that I was claiming Devyn. I had to admit that hearing the hurt in her voice made me feel kind of bad for how things ended between us. Truth of the matter is, I could have never settled down with a girl like Mesha. At first, I thought that, once she got accustomed to how good I was treating her in the beginning, she would calm her wild ass down, but when she pressed me for a commitment, I wasn’t ready for all that, so I couldn’t fully blame her for acting on some other options since I was doing the same thing.

  “You know, despite what you may think Shaad, I had feelings for your ass. I know I have a loud, dramatic way of showing it, but you cutting me off like that was foul, and you know it. Pacifying me only so you can focus on the next chick.”

  “You know it wasn’t even like that. We was on some cool shit, and you did your thing, and I did mine. You act like you ain’t know what it was.” I said, while still looking out of the window. “You get too wild, and I ain’t got time for that.”

  “All it would have taken was for you to put a little time in to tame me. It wouldn’t have been hard for you to do, Shaad, and it still ain’t.” Mesha leaned in and started kissing my neck. I knew that I should have ended that shit and put her out my car, but the kush had me on a cloud intensifying the feeling of her warm mouth. I reclined my seat back, letting Mesha take the hint. She reached in, lifted my shirt, and tongue kissed my stomach while undoing my pants. Again, I had the urge to stop her, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

  Devyn was doing more than enough to keep me satisfied when we were together, but Mesha was a pro when it came to her head game. I moaned out loud when she dove in, pulling my dick to the back of her throat. I gripped the back of her head and fucked her mouth, while she sucked me in better than any vacuum that Dyson had ever made.

  “You see, I can tell you missed me. You know I want you Shaad, so why you playing?” Mesha whispered as she came up for air. I pushed her head back down, ignoring her statement and letting her finish the job.

  ~~~

  Do
n’t know why I came

  In this club witchu girl

  Don’t know why I came here wit these diamonds in my chain

  Surrounded by bad bitches

  I can’t get them out my face

  Is it cause a nigga handsome and wealthy

  “Turn the hell up!” Meek yelled over the microphone, as Migo’s track “Handsome and Wealthy” blasted through the club. I shook my head, because I didn’t know why the promoters had given him access to the microphone. Tonight was his birthday, and we had The Loft nightclub packed. I sat back with my Balenciaga sneakers propped up on the railing of our private section off the second floor. From the V.I.P. section, we could see the whole club. Mobs of people were on the dance floor, and I even spotted some chicks taking pics of us, as if we were celebrities. Meek was eating up all the attention, while drinking Belaire straight from the bottle.

  I pulled my phone and texted Devyn to see where the hell she was at. Before I could hit send, I sat straight up and watched her move through the crowd with Rina, Sasha, and Jess trailing behind. She looked like Moses when he was parting the Red Sea by the way she glided through the wall-to-wall club. She was rocking the hell out of her all-white Balmain bondage dress and Guiseppe heels that I’d copped for her the other day. Meek cracked jokes on me the entire time we shopped, saying it was a guilt gift. He was partly right, because I did feel bad for letting Mesha rock my mic when I was, honestly, trying to build something with Devyn. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had goals that she wanted to accomplish with school, I definitely would have been dropping my seeds in her that night. My shorty was bad, and the fact that she could throw jeans and sneakers on and steal heads had me ready to rock a nigga if they looked at her sideways that night. Especially, the way that dress was hugging her body.

  She smiled at me, as she entered the V.I.P. area, and I didn’t hesitate pulling her close to me.