Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do

by Shvonne Latrice

  “I’m not talking to him per se, we’re just acquainted… I guess. But no, it’s not Lamont. It’s Belly.” I chuckled, thinking of his ass. I noticed Nichole was silent, which was a rarity for her talkative ass.

  “Belly? When did you meet him?” I could hear the frown in her tone.

  “Priscilla and I were out in Inglewood one day, looking for a plain tee for my audition, and he was there.”

  I pulled up to a red light, and when I looked over at Nichole, she was wearing a perplexed expression while staring straight ahead. It was like she was trying to understand what I’d said to her.

  “So wait, you ran into him, and he just invited you to come see him fight? And got you front row? I know you don’t plan to fuck with him, right? He’s only doing all of this because he wants to sleep with you, Blaise,” She ranted off, going one hundred miles per minute. “Like, he personally invited you?”

  “Relax, bitch, damn. Yes, he personally invited me, and ain’t nobody about to sleep with him. He asked me to come watch his damn match, and I agreed. It ain’t even all like that.” I was quiet for a second, but then I joked, “But if I did want to fuck him, I think it’d be worth it.”

  “Do you realize how many bitches he has? I heard he rotates them. Why would you mess up what you have with rich ass Merlin, for a nigga like Belly who’s just gonna add you to his harem of bitches? It makes—”

  “Nichole! Calm the fuck down! We’re gonna go to Vegas and enjoy the match, aight? I don’t wanna hear anything about Merlin or what I should and shouldn’t be doing. I don’t even know this Belly nigga, and you’re doing way too much right now. You act like you wanna fuck him.”

  “Well, I don’t.”

  “Me neither, so great.”

  There was silence in the car for the next few minutes, before Nichole finally broke it.

  “Sorry, boo. I just don’t want you getting done dirty like how Five-Star did you. Merlin is a safe choice, especially because you’re not in love with him or anything.”

  “I appreciate that, but I have no plans on becoming anything with Belly. And even if I did, I will never fall in love again, so no man can do me how Jelani did… ever.”

  I had confidence in what I was saying, but the fact that Belly had me liking him more than I liked Merlin in only a matter of a week and a half was a bit scary. But then again, I highly doubted any man could get me in the place Five-Star had. It just didn’t seem feasible.

  “I can’t believe that nigga had me in coach!” Nichole rolled her eyes as we rode in the Uber to our hotel.

  I’d messaged Belly about it while we were waiting to take off, and he told me he had his manager book them. He explained that he would only pay for me to ride first class, and fuck whatever friend I was bringing. I didn’t tell Nichole that though.

  “I’m sure it was a mistake.” I laughed just as we pulled up to the Ferrari Hotel. I did not expect to stay somewhere so nice, despite the fact that Belly’s fight would be inside of here.

  They helped us with our bags and then after checking in, we were escorted to our nice suite. I couldn’t pronounce the Italian name it had, but I do know it was nice as hell.

  “Biittcchhhh!” Nichole rushed around the suite looking at everything. “I hope like hell that you know he plans to get some pussy. He’s not spending this much bread on you just to chat later.”

  “That’s his bad.” I followed her, admiring the beautiful decked out spot.

  “Mmm, and the owner is fine as hell I heard. Hope we run into him.” Nichole’s hoe ass giggled, snatching the shower door open to take a peek. “His name is Ashonti. You know he got some good dick if he has a bitch’s name.”

  “Isn’t he married? And what about Ian?”

  Ian was this NFL player that she’d been dating for the last two months. She was obsessed with him because he spoiled her.

  “Being married means nothing to these niggas, and Ian has been acting funny.”

  After looking around some more, we went to have dinner down inside of one of the lounges before heading back up to shower and get all dolled up.

  I had on a very tight red dress that was reminiscent of lingerie due to the all the see-through lacy areas. My whole back was out, showing a little side boob, and I had on some red YSL sandal stilettos to match. I let my hair hang since I’d gotten it freshly done yesterday, just for the night. Nichole had on some short white number that was off the shoulder and cut out on a portion of her stomach. She paired it with white Dior boots, and her chestnut brown bob was freshly styled as well.

  I noticed Nichole was on her phone a lot, typing away and looking distressed. It was probably Ian.

  We took a couple pictures and boomerangs for Instagram in the full-length mirror, and then after I got my full body shot and Nichole hers, we headed down.

  On the way to the venue where the fight was being held, my phone started ringing, and I saw it was Merlin. My heart was beating out of my chest as I slid my thumb across the screen to answer.

  “Hey.”

  “Why the fuck you in Vegas and ain’t tell me, Blaise?”

  “It was a quick trip. Nichole and I are just here to see the boxing match tonight.”

  “Aight.” He got silent like he was thinking then exhaled heavily. “And, baby, I’m sorry about the Instagram shit. I hope that’s not why you’re acting out.”

  “No, Merlin, and I have to go now.”

  “Need some money? I can transfer—”

  “No, no, I don’t need any money. I have money, thank you. Goodnight, babe.” I quickly hung up and put my phone on Do Not Disturb for anyone outside of my favorites list, so only my mom’s calls would come through since she had my baby.

  “I’m telling you, you gon’ fuck up something good for a nigga who ain’t shit,” Nichole commented, but I ignored her.

  We got up to the front since our tickets were front row, passing the long ass line of people waiting, and someone showed us to our seats. We were literally dead smack in the middle. I was in awe at how many people were inside of here with signs and all kinds of shit. It was packed already, and people were still outside waiting to get in.

  “Y’all are beautiful, I just had to say.” Some Black guy smirked at Nichole and me, and we just gave closed-mouthed smiles in response.

  “Oh, there goes Belly’s crew, them ContraBandz niggas.” Nichole pointed to a group of three guys seated in the section adjacent to us. They were all nice looking and dressed to impress. I liked that Belly seemingly didn’t have any bum niggas in his circle.

  “ContraBandz? What are those, his homies?”

  “Pretty much. If you see them, you know he’s usually somewhere close by.”

  “You sure know a lot about Belly.”

  “Not really. You just don’t pay attention to the internet, boo. I like to know all the tea and information.” Nichole winked, and I shook my head with a smile.

  About thirty minutes later, everyone was inside, at least I hoped, because it looked full in here, and it was loud as hell. “Taste” by Tyga was playing loudly as everyone clamored and moved about, trying to get to their seats. I had no idea boxing matches were this live. While we waited, Nichole and I grooved in our seats to the Tyga track until it faded out.

  “Oh shit,” Nichole commented, making me chuckle when they lowered the lights.

  They announced the Lamont guy, stating his measurements and everything, before he came out into the ring. Next was Belly, and the announcer began reading off his measurements, his titles, and the fact that he had no losses as of yet.

  I don’t know why, but the fact that he was undefeated kind of turned me on. I felt my neck stretching as I looked around constantly, waiting for him to appear.

  “Hailing from Los Angeles, California, and known as The Hood’s Champ, Cortez ‘Belly’ Khaliiiiiiil!” the announcer shouted just before blood curdling screams waved over the entire venue it seemed. Nichole and I looked at one another chuckling, because we were both in disbelief. />
  My eyes were glued to Belly as he walked into the ring, cocky as ever. He spotted me a few moments later, and that sexy arrogant smile he always flashed spread across his handsome face. I felt myself getting hot, so I tried to play it cool, giving him a quick smile before looking away. I definitely couldn’t be alone with him.

  “What?” I asked Nichole, since when I turned away she was already watching me with a weird look. Instead of responding verbally, she just shook her head to say ‘nothing’.

  The fight began, and it was very intense. Both men were large, explaining why they were called heavyweights. I thought I would be kind of bored watching, but I was literally on the edge of my seat, praying that Belly won simply because I didn’t even know the other guy. I’d heard his name like once, but he wasn’t as known as Belly, that was for sure. And by the looks of the crowd, he didn’t have as many people rooting for him either.

  “Ayyyye!” The whole venue damn near shot up out of their seats to shout and cheer when Belly was declared the winner. To be nice, I stood as well and clapped for him along with Nichole.

  A long ass twenty-five minutes went by before everything died down and people started to sit back down or get ready to leave. Both Lamont and Belly had left the ring by this time, so Nichole and I stayed in our seats, not sure what to do.

  “Excuse me, ladies, how are you?” A tall white man approached after about another forty-five minutes, smiling. He appeared to be in his late forties with ice blue eyes and glasses. “My apologies. My name is Carson Freed, and I’m Belly’s manager. You’re his guests, so I’m gonna go ahead and escort you to the back.”

  “Okay, great,” I replied.

  “And which one of you is Blaise Cansino?” he inquired.

  “Me.” I flipped my hair since it was in my face, and he nodded before turning to walk way.

  We followed Carson through the large amounts of people, watching him shake hands and joke with them along the way. When we got to the back after passing security, Carson told Nichole to wait by the side before waving for me to continue. We made it to a door with Belly’s name on it, and after Carson knocked, he yelled for us to come in.

  “I have Miss Cansino here.” Carson held the door open for me.

  I entered, seeing Belly changing. He already had on sweats, socks, and them nigga Nike slides. He was shirtless, so it prompted me to look away. However, it was too late, because I’d already seen his mahogany colored chest covered in tattoos somewhat. He knew what spots to leave clear of any artwork, and it were those chiseled ass abs.

  “Come to my room with me so I can change,” he said.

  “Oh no, I—”

  “I wasn’t asking you. Come on.” He opened the door and held it for me.

  “Stop!” I yelped, because when I walked past him, he grabbed me up and kissed me while groping my ass. “There are a plethora of cameramen back here.” I pushed him, but he didn’t budge.

  “So if there were no cameras, it wouldn’t be a problem?” He got in my space.

  “Yes it would, because I don’t know where that mouth has been.”

  “Where you want it to be?” He started kissing on my neck, palming the small of my back.

  “Blaise.” Nichole walked up, so I pushed Belly as hard as I could. It didn’t move him, but he got the picture and let me go.

  “Oh, Belly, this is my friend, Nichole.” I introduced them.

  “Hey! Nice job out there!” She stuck her hand out to him, but he just threw his arm around my shoulders and kissed down the side of my face, while walking me toward the back exit.

  When he let me go, I was relieved, because I knew plenty of people were back here recording and taking pictures. Once Merlin saw all this, it was gonna be hell to pay. I just prayed that no one posted anything.

  I texted Nichole to just go up to the room until it was time to party, and then continued following Belly to an elevator that led up to his room. While riding up, my phone buzzed, and I saw Nichole had replied.

  Nichole: This is one of his girls.

  Attached was a picture of some light-skinned broad with curly, blonde hair. She was clearly a stripper just from the type of picture. The next photo was a screenshot of a moving video, I guess something on her Instagram story, and she strategically kept Belly’s tattooed forearm and icy Rolex in the frame, I guess to show she was with him.

  Me: Talk to me about something else, because you’re doing too much.

  I admit what she’d sent me was bothersome…

  Belly

  When the elevator opened on my suite floor, I took Blaise’s hand in mine to lead her off the elevator. She tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t allow that shit.

  “We should hurry up because my homegirl is waiting.” She fidgeted a little bit as soon as we got into the room.

  “You talk to your nigga like that?”

  “Like what?” she frowned.

  She was pretty as fuck, and her body was no joke; looked real too from what I could see. I didn’t give a fuck about real or fake bodies anyway. As long as that ass bounced the same when I hit that pussy from the back, it could be fake as fucking Milly Vanilli.

  “All smart and shit, trying to boss a nigga around.” I slipped into the bathroom to cut the shower on after I had my clothes out on the bed along with my light drip for the night.

  “I talk to him normally, like I’ve been talking to you.”

  “Nah.” I hemmed her up against the wall once I came back out. “You got a fucking attitude. That shit is sexy, but I’m gon’ tone it down a little bit because you be having me fucked up.”

  “Ain’t nobody toning nothing down on me.” She folded her arms to create space between us.

  “Soon as I drop some dick off in you, you gon’ get some act right. I’m not worried. Chill out though while I clean up. I won’t be long.”

  I was in the shower for about fifteen minutes, and when I got out, I texted the homies to let them know I would be there soon so they could secure the section and shit.

  After I sent the text, I peeped I had a few DMs from some hoes, so I scrolled through to see if anything caught my eye, and saw that Nichole bitch had messaged me for the sixth time today.

  I’d never checked her profile out, but I was sure she was the female here with Blaise. They had the same name, and she had a thirsty ass look in her eyes when she peered up at me.

  NicholeIsBae: Do you fuck with a girl named Blaise?

  NicholeIsBae: She has a man already. She won’t like how you get down, but I don’t mind.

  NicholeIsBae: Wow so you do mess with her or plan to… I still wanna fuck with you though… Even though you were rude today…

  So it was the same bitch. Shaking my head, I locked my phone and placed it down on the sink counter.

  Wrapping my towel around my waist, I walked out into the room to see Blaise laid on top of the bed with her heels beside her. She was on her phone, so I climbed onto the bed and snatched it from her hand.

  “That was rude.” She chuckled as my hands went up her dress. “Cortez—”

  “I want you to relax for a quick second, aight?” I spoke lowly, kissing her pillow soft ass lips a few times. She said nothing, but I could tell she was holding her breath.

  Reaching for her panties, I brought them down her smooth brown thighs and kept going until they were off. Pushing her dress up a bit more, I propped her legs onto my shoulders and started to suck on her clit slowly, twirling my tongue around it every now and again.

  “Mmm,” she cooed when I elevated one of her sexy thick thighs so I could let my mouth dig deeper. Her pussy tasted like water, and the scent had me on one. Nah, it wasn’t no stupid shit like strawberries or vanilla, it was just… pussy; clean pussy, which was one of my favorite smells.

  She came quicker than a nigga expected, so I continued to suck on her like I had a point to prove. I felt her caressing my fade as she let out these sexy ass whimpers, so I went harder in the fucking paint until she was letting go all in m
y mouth, covering my lips and facial hair.

  “Shit,” I grumbled, placing a nice juicy kiss on her lower lips as she let out a shuddered breath. Coming up, I sucked on her lips before sliding my tongue into her mouth to kiss her nastily. “You know I want you, right?” She said nothing as we kissed a little bit more. “Come on; we gotta go.” I squeezed her thigh and climbed off of her to go brush my teeth. I chuckled on the way there because she was still baffled by what had just happened.

  She joined me in the bathroom to use one of the towels to clean herself, before slipping her thin underwear back on.

  After washing her hands, she asked, “Do you have a girlfriend? Or girlfriends?”

  “I got a few homegirls I fuck, why?”

  “Because of all this you’re doing with me. I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t approve.”

  “You got a nigga, so don’t worry about all that.” I walked past her out of the bathroom. She stayed in there for a minute, obviously peeved as fuck by my response.

  Walking out, she sat down to put her shoes on and said, “Well after tonight, don’t fucking hit me up, and while we’re out, don’t be all over me because—”

  When she rose up, I was right up on her, looking down into her short ass face.

  “Let’s get something straight right muthafuckin’ now, Blaise. I’m not yo’ current nigga, ya ex nigga, or any other muthafucka in yo’ life that you’re used to coming out ya fucking mouth sideways at. I’m a grown ass man, and you gon’ fucking talk to me like I’m one. I don’t play that bullshit. Say something else smart, and I’m gon’ snatch you up by ya fucking hair and have you on ya knees sucking my dick as an apology.”

  “Okay, I’m sorry.” She backed down with the muthafuckin’ quickness.

  Since I was dressed, I slipped on my watch and bracelet then pocketed the keycard for my room. As I walked by Blaise, I paused, leaned down, and kissed her lips gently as fuck, before taking her hand in mine to lead her out of the suite.