“What’s up?” I answered as I exited the freeway.
“Hey, baby, are you busy today? If so, it’s fine. I can ride along. I don’t mind,” Sienna cooed. I guess because all last night was spent blowing her back out, she thought today was gon’ be some sort of fucking continuation.
“Yeah, I’m busy.”
“I can come to you—”
“Sienna, if I wanted to see you, I would have hit you up, aight?”
“Okay. Well, I don’t work today, so let me know,” she replied sadly like her ass always did.
I met Sienna at the strip club one night after she offered me a dance. She was sexy as fuck, so of course I wanted to hit, and I did. Her pussy was good, so she became a consistent fuck, like Kharla, but I always noticed she had this somber ass look on her face at times. I soon found out she had a boyfriend that was kicking her ass, and even though she was just some pussy to me, I ain’t like that shit, so I beat his ass… badly.
Ever since I ‘saved’ her from that, she’d been feeling some type of fucking way like I was her nigga, or I was gon’ eventually be. I got it, but nah. Not to mention, she was way too sweet for my liking. I wanted my girl to have some spiciness to her, like fine ass Blaise.
I couldn’t wait to fuck baby girl, because I was sure that pussy was good, and she was the prettiest bitch I’d ever seen, on God.
It was rare that I approached females and asked for their numbers because usually, if I wanted to fuck, it was gon’ be a one-time thing. On top of that, contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t into slanging dick to a bunch of random females constantly. I gave a fuck about my mans below. But when I saw Blaise, I had to act like I had some muthafuckin’ sense for a minute, since I knew she definitely wasn’t the type of bitch to let me fuck without even taking her number down.
I got home around fifteen minutes later and immediately hopped into the shower since it was already 9 p.m. Training ran over an hour longer than I’d planned for, which I didn’t mind, so I was behind.
Just in case I wanted something to fuck, I hit Sienna’s ass up, and she came through happy as hell to roll with me. Manny said he’d meet me there, but I was sure he was taking some random stripper back to the crib to fuck raw. That was one nigga who had the ultimate faith in his pull-out game. Stupid ass.
As Sienna and I rolled to the party in my whip, she reached over to hold my hand, but I quickly moved that shit.
“We made love last night, and I can’t hold your hand, Belly?” She stared at the side of my face. Her comment made me chuckle a little bit.
“I was fucking you, but if that’s how it felt, I ain’t gon’ argue with you.” I shrugged, making a left turn.
She was quiet, just as my phone buzzed, and I saw it was a text from Will. I tapped my text log, which displayed the last few people I’d messaged, and just read the preview of what he’d sent on the screen of my car.
“Blaise?” Sienna commented; I ignored her. “Is that Blaise Cansino? The little actress chick?”
“I don’t know, is it?” I glanced her way and then turned my attention back to the road.
“You fuck with her?” Sienna’s voice was trembling. “I didn’t think a girl like that was your type.”
“What, fine as fuck with a pussy? Oh nah, that’s exactly my type. Quit acting jealous though; it’s no need.”
“Because you’re not messing with her, right?”
“Not yet, but I’m hoping to.”
Was I supposed to lie? I was a single man, and at twenty-five years old, I had no plans to settle down any fucking time soon. Plus, Sienna knew I had other women—Kharla and a few others for example—but she stayed panicking when she thought a newbie was coming.
“Well, I hope you know, word on the street is that she’s a trap-star. She was her baby daddy’s side chick and trapped him with a baby because he’s rich.”
“Sienna, any female that fine was the one getting trapped, not the other way around. Now mind ya fucking business before I put yo’ nosy ass out on the sidewalk.”
I wasn’t one of those niggas that got turned off because a female used to be a hoe or had a bad reputation. Shit, if she was a hoe, that was better for me; more likely that I’d be able to fuck. Wasn’t like I was about to marry the bitch.
We finally made it to the front of the large home, and there was a valet nigga standing outside, waiting. After throwing my car in park, I looked over to see Sienna looking sad as shit again. Taking her hand, I kissed the palm of it. She turned to me and stared for a little bit before a smile broke through.
“I love you, Cortez,” she whispered.
“Then act like you about to have a good time with a nigga then, aight?” I looked at her, and she nodded with a smirk.
Hopping out my whip, I rounded the car and opened the door for Sienna so she could climb out. The dress she had on was little as fuck, hugging her body perfectly. I kept it simple per usual in just a Polo shirt, jeans, and some Gucci sneakers. My watch, chain, and bracelet were my only drip for the night.
“I ain’t got shit on me,” I told the security nigga when he pulled his device out to scan me.
“I know, but it’s proto—”
I bumped the fuck out of him and then led Sienna inside without being scanned. I was used to ghetto ass parties, like the ones my hood threw, and niggas wasn’t out there getting scanned and shit.
My manager Carson always talked about how I would have to let go of the hood, but it was much harder than it fucking seemed. I was a thoroughbred Inglewood nigga, and my family, Neighborhood Piru, pretty much shaped how the fuck I was gon’ be. Had it not been for boxing, I probably wouldn’t have even made it to twenty-five.
As soon as I was in the party, muthafuckas were dapping me up and greeting me. I saw a bunch of females eyeing a nigga, but what caught my eye was Blaise holding hands with some moist looking ass muthafucka. He was running his mouth as she stood there, glancing off every now and again.
She was wearing this orange dress that looked good as fuck against her rich brown skin, and like last time I saw her, she had her dark wavy hair hanging down her back. Her body was sexy as shit, thick in all the right places and toned in all the right places. I had no idea she’d pushed a fucking baby out until Sienna mentioned it, and right now, a nigga was still in fucking disbelief. For some reason, she was even sexier to me.
“Here.” I handed the fuck ass champagne flute the hostess had given me to Sienna and walked off across the party. Slickly, I put my hand into Blaise’s free one as I passed her, tugging her around the corner which was outside by the big ass pool.
“What are you doing?” she spat. For a minute, I just looked down at her, liking the way the moonlight hit her pretty ass face. This house was high up on the fucking hill, so the moon seemed close as hell. “I have to go back in.” She turned to leave, but I gently grabbed her hand again. My eyes quickly darted to her nice plump ass. Fuck.
“If you didn’t wanna talk to me, you wouldn’t have let me pull you from that nigga. And he ain’t looking for you. Chill.” I tugged her back toward me, and I could sense how nervous she was. Hemming her up against the wall, hidden behind a cement pillar, I hooked her chin to look down into her eyes. “Come with me somewhere right quick.”
“No. Didn’t you just walk in here with another girl?”
“No.”
“Yes you fucking did. I saw you.”
“So why you ask me?” I frowned. “And why the fuck you ain’t come speak to me when you peeped me?”
“Because I have a man, I don’t know you, and you were with a girl.”
“You got too much attitude, but I got a cure for that shit.” I put her hand at the crotch of my jeans, prompting her to snatch away which made me laugh. “Nah, on a serious one though, come somewhere with me.”
“I can’t, Belly.” She shook her head and then let her eyes bounce around the people outside.
“Come with me, or I’m gon’ take you with me, and if I have to take you
with me, ya man is gon’ see and get fucked up when he tries to press the issue.”
I was dead serious, and once she realized that, she nodded her head. Since I’d been to this nigga Spring’s house before, I took Blaise through the back way. I honestly would have walked her through, past her nigga, and dared him to say something, but I knew Blaise wouldn’t go for that shit.
When we got outside, I had valet bring my car around and then held the passenger side open for her. She hesitated but then got in.
“Stop!” She laughed, swatting my hand when I gripped her ass roughly. I couldn’t help it.
Closing her door, I rounded the car to my side then hopped in before pulling off. Once we got to a dark spot, near a cliff, I pulled over and threw my shit in park. Unbuckling my seat belt, I turned my body toward her a little bit to admire.
“So why you with that nigga? ’Cause he rich?” I got right to the point. I wasn’t sure why I wanted this girl so damn badly when I knew I wasn’t gon’ be serious, but I did.
“No, because I like him and I enjoy his time.” She kept her attention straight ahead as she talked, and when done, she looked down into her lap to toy with her little ass purse. I noticed she had on a lot of nice things. She smelled expensive too, and sweet.
“So then why you give me your number? And why you out here with me if you enjoy his bitch ass so much?”
“Becau—stop.” She was caught off guard when I brought her over into my lap. She didn’t move though.
“Finish.” I moved her hair from her face.
“I don’t know why I’m out here, but we should go back now before your little friend notices you’re gone.”
“I ain’t worried about her, and you shouldn’t be either. That’s funny that you’re jealous though.” I smiled, slowly making her straddle me. She tried to stop me, but I was way stronger than her ass.
“I’m not jealous.”
“You are. It’s obvious, baby. Any time a female puts little in front of something, that means her ass is bothered.”
She rolled her eyes with a smirk, and when she looked off, I kissed on her neck. The scent of something sexy as fuck hit me immediately. I let my hands run up her smooth silky thighs, until I reached her panties. Looking down, I tugged the waist of them a bit so I could see them muthafuckas.
“Belly,” she whispered.
“I want you so fucking bad,” I replied, reaching between her legs and moving her panties over.
Sucking on her neck, I pushed two fingers inside of her and almost nutted at the fucking feeling. She reached down to grab my wrist to stop me, but again, she wasn’t strong enough, and she wasn’t even trying that hard. I continued attacking her neck while gliding my fingers in and out of her pussy, and when she started to whimper, that shit got my dick hard as fuck.
“Oh, mm,” she released on my fingers and tried to stop me yet again, but I kept going. “Please,” she begged, giving me the sexiest sex face I’d ever witnessed.
“You gon’ come to my match?”
“Mmm.” She licked her lips, trying to ignore me, so I brought my thumb up to toy with her clit while I finger fucked her. It took everything not to pull my shit out and stretch her, but I had no condom on me.
“Yes, yes, okay!” She sniveled, just as she came yet again. I had to taste it.
Once she caught her breath, she hurried back to the passenger seat, fixing her dress and shit. Without another word, I turned my car on and blasted my music, busting a bitch to head back to the party. The valet took my car again upon arrival, but I had to jog around because Blaise’s ass had hightailed it toward the house again.
“Come here!” I yanked her ass back to me, and before she could say anything, I had my lips against hers and my tongue in her mouth. “I can’t wait to make you my bitch,” I spoke against her lips. I guess she ain’t realize she was kissing me back, but she eventually snapped out of it and yanked from me.
We both entered the house, and I went straight to the bathroom to piss and wash my hands.
“Where did you go?” Sienna met me right outside of the bathroom with her thirsty ass.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s go. I wanna fuck.”
Sienna followed me right out the door of the party without saying shit else. As we walked out, my phone buzzed, and I saw it was a DM from Instagram.
NicholeIsBae: How many times do I have to message you to get a reply boo? I’m ready to be a part of the team. Lol. I do not mind sharing your fine ass.
I shook my head at this thirsty bitch that messaged me every fucking day. I never said shit back and didn’t know the bitch from Adam, but I guess she was a ‘fan’. Locking my phone and ignoring her weird ass as usual, I waved for valet to get my whip.
Blaise
Saturday morning…
“Mommy, cookie.” Island put her little hand out.
“No. You had a cookie already. Grandma will give you one tonight as long as you’re good, okay?” I kissed her face as we walked up to my mama’s front door.
“No.” Island pouted, and I just laughed before slipping my key into the door. My mother was right on the couch, so I placed Island down in order for her to run to her toys in the corner.
“Excuse me, Island, hello.” My mother giggled as my baby paid her no mind, eyes on her things.
“Okay. I should be back on Sunday, Mama. Thanks again.”
“Where are you going again?” She stood up and moved closer to me by the front door.
“Just to Vegas to see a fight, that’s all.”
“Who’s fighting?” she asked suspiciously.
“This guy named Lamont Boyd and then… Belly. His name is Cortez Khalil but—”
“I know who that is. Since when did you take such an interest in boxing? Or did someone convince you to go?”
Exhaling heavily, I replied, “Belly invited me, but it’s nothing like what you’re thinking.”
“Does Merlin know you’re going?”
“Ma, it doesn’t matter if he knows, okay? I’m just going out there to see the fight and to have some fun. That is it.”
“Blaise, Merlin is a good man, and he makes a lot of money, so unless this new man makes more than him, leave it alone.”
“I don’t know who makes more. I don’t even know this man. I am just going to see a boxing match live.”
“Well that’s something that you should think about. You have Island as well as me depending on you, and you cannot afford to fuck up what you have with someone like Merlin, unless it’s worth it.” She rubbed her fingers against her thumb to signify cash.
My mama was always on me about getting and being with a rich man, ever since I experienced puberty. It got worse when she saw the benefits of me dating Five-Star. It was like he’d created a monster. She hated everything about him until he started splurging and buying us both things. She still didn’t approve of my pregnancy, but for her own selfish reasons, not because she was a concerned mother.
Since I was a teenager, I’d been her little meal ticket, and even though I didn’t mind taking care of my mother, it made me feel like I wasn’t worth anything but a stack of cash to her.
“Well you have nothing to worry about, because Merlin and I are just fine. This Vegas thing is a girl’s trip with Nichole and me. I promise,” I half lied.
Nichole was coming since Priscilla had a dancing gig for an award show airing live tonight. Belly gave me the okay to bring someone since he said we’d be going to a party before splitting off to be alone.
I was a little nervous to be by myself with him again after what happened at that party earlier this week, but for some reason, I couldn’t turn him down.
Despite his handsome yet rugged looks, he was charming in a hood fashion. He made sure to call me at least once a day, just to see how I was doing and hear my voice. I was blushing just thinking about it.
I knew nothing about him, but I liked him. How frank yet smooth he was, and how he didn’t really care about certain things that most
freaked out over. Plus, I was sort of itching to test his dick game out. I definitely wasn’t the cheating type, but I couldn’t help my thoughts when it came to him. I just wondered how many women were thinking just like me about his ass.
“Okay, great. Well, have fun. Not too much fun unless we know what his bank account is like, okay? Sometimes those newly professional boxers make peanuts, Blaise.” My mom returned to her seat.
“Yep.” I walked over to Island to hug and kiss her before standing back up to kiss my mother, then I left out.
I drove over to Nichole’s so we could go to the mall and pick out an outfit for tonight. Our flight was in a few hours, but all my shit was packed and ready. I just needed a new dress… don’t ask why. I had front row tickets though, and if he saw me while in the ring, I wanted to look fly.
“Hey!” Nichole hopped into my car after putting her luggage into the trunk. “Why are we going to Vegas again?”
Since I asked her last minute, I didn’t really give her all of the details. I just let her know I wanted to go and asked if she could come. Nichole didn’t really have a job, other than getting paid to post shit on Instagram, so she was typically always free. We both had millions of followers on the social media app, so it was easy for us to make money with a simple ad post. Only difference was that I was actually working on a career, and Instagram was Nichole’s only career.
“To see a boxing match. Lamont Boyd and that cocky nigga Belly are fighting.” I didn’t know why I felt like if I mentioned the other guy’s name first, no one would suspect that I was going for Belly. “We have front row seats, so we wanna be dressed; it’s televised.” I noticed Nichole’s facial expression was odd, so I kept glancing her way as I drove toward the mall.
“Damn, how did you score front row? Merlin must have gotten them, because the only way you can get those seats is if you’re balling out of control, or you’re fucking one of the contenders.” When I didn’t respond, I guess she caught on. “Wait, you’re talking to one of them? Lamont is cute.”
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