Family…? Bitch, please.
I arrived at this place named Ysabel in West Hollywood, twenty minutes later, and checked my car in with the valet. When I entered the restaurant, I spotted Camarih, Rubie, and Jilly already seated in the bohemian inspired middle area of the restaurant. I greeted everyone with a hug before sitting down in the empty seat left for me, which was next to Rubie and across from Camarih and Jilly.
“Dang, we thought you had flaked.” Rubie rubbed her big belly. She was due to give birth any day now, and probably shouldn’t have been out.
“No, Wade’s and my ‘roommate’ held me up. She had the nerve to say she and I were family.”
“What?” Camarih frowned. “How so?”
“Exactly. The bitch is crazy. She claims that since she and Wade are bffs, she and I are like sisters.”
Silence hung over the table before the ladies burst into laughter.
“Umm, yeah. Get her ass out of that house immediately. That hoe is insane.” Rubie drank some of her juice.
The waiter noticed the addition to the party, so she came over to take my drink order. I was already stressed, so I got a breakfast cocktail.
“Nothing to drink?” I looked at Camarih.
“No, it’s too early.” She smiled before asking, “What?” when I squinted my eyes out of suspicion.
“Nothing.”
“So wait, your husband’s ex lives with y’all? Why?” Jilly piped in. She’d been silent before as she studied the menu, but it was now down and closed, so I guess she knew what she wanted.
“Yes. Our home is huge, but she stays in the guesthouse out back.”
“For free, right?” Camarih clarified.
“Absolutely free. She does buy groceries and cooks a lot though, which I admit is nice because she can throw down. However, I can cook too, and her food is not worth the extra company.”
“I hear that.” Rubie shook her head. “I couldn’t imagine having Holli in the house with Eitan and I.”
“Girl, don’t nobody compare to Holli.” Jilly giggled, and we followed suit.
Holli had been cool for a while, but lately, for some reason, she’d started to cause a little bit of a stir. Maybe it was hitting her that Eitan was serious about Rubie. I didn’t quite know what caused the change in her, but I was hoping it subsided quickly.
“Trust me, I know. I just ignore her for now.” Rubie shrugged.
We continued talking about all kinds of things, never allowing silence to take over the table. I always enjoyed hanging out with them, especially over food.
“So how are you doing outside of ex wifey drama?” Camarih asked as we stood outside of the restaurant, waiting for the blonde-haired valet woman to bring our cars. Jilly and Rubie had already left in theirs.
“I’m okay. So are you going to admit to me that you’re pregnant, or are you going to keep pretending it’s too early for a drink?” I half smiled, making Camarih roll her eyes with a smirk.
“I’m not pregnant,” she lied. “What do you think, I’m just some baby factory?”
“No. I think you and Wacko live in a fuck factory.”
We both roared with laughter.
“What about you and Wade? No baby yet, huh?”
“No, and we’ve been trying a lot, trust me. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me.”
“What did your doctor say?”
“I haven’t gone yet.” I refused eye contact with Camarih, but I could feel her gaping at me.
“Shanece—”
“I know, damn. I don’t want to go and she confirms that I can’t have children or something. My whole life would be ruined.”
“No it won’t. Wade is obsessed with you. He won’t care.”
I looked over at Camarih as if to say ‘child, please’.
“Yes he will. That’s why he and Cheri didn’t last because she didn’t want children. She wanted to focus on her career. At least she could have babies and was just refusing, but I can’t have them physically.”
“You don’t know that, Shanece, which is why you need to go. And I didn’t know he divorced her because of that.”
“Well, he didn’t say that, but whenever we talk about it, he is sure to mention how she wasn’t interested in kids and how because he was an only child whose parents died when he was nineteen, he wanted a big family.”
“You can always adopt—”
“I’m not adopting anything, Camarih. If I can’t have children, I will divorce him. I won’t hold him back.”
“Relax, Shanece, and go see a doctor first. Okay?” She peered into my eyes seriously just as the valet appeared with her Rolls-Royce truck. My G-Wagon appeared right behind it.
“Okay.”
“And call me right after!” she yelled, sliding into her car.
I nodded and then proceeded to my truck. Before pulling out, I dialed up my gynecologist and made an appointment. I didn’t want to go, but I knew it was inevitable. Wade wasn’t tripping now, but eventually, he would want answers as to why his young and seemingly healthy wife hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. And the fact that Camarih was popping them out like popcorn would not help my case either. I shook my head as I waited for the doctor to answer, thinking about how Camarih was lying about being pregnant to keep from hurting my feelings. She was so sweet.
“Hi, yes, this is Shanece.”
“Oh, Mrs. Porter!”
“Umm, it’s Bias now; Shanece Bias.” My heart sank a little hearing that last name.
I’d scrubbed it from everything because seeing it behind my first name still hurt. I would forever miss Paul no matter how much I loved Wade. Paul was just a huge part of my life, and he hadn’t been dead long enough for me to be used to living without him. Don’t get it twisted though, I was head over heels in love with my husband.
“Oh, I am so sorry. I am just used to calling you that. How can I help?”
“I’d just like to make a routine checkup appointment.”
“Sure thing. When would you like to come in, Mrs. Bias?”
Lord, I know I haven’t always been right, but please let there be nothing wrong with me.
8
Eitan Wright
Currently, I was in the middle of a show, well more like in the middle of the one song of the night. Tony wanted it to be the collaboration I did with Holli, so at the moment, that’s what was blasting over the club.
I was way too big for club shows, but this shit was paying me forty thousand dollars just to show up, half ass one song with Holli, and then pop free bottles and eat free food.
“Damn.” I laughed as the crowd let out a deafening cheer once the song ended.
“Ooooh!” They shouted when Holli grabbed my dick before switching off stage.
I followed right behind her ass, grabbing her arm to make her face me.
“Why the fuck you do that?” I hissed.
“Calm down, baby daddy. It was just to give the folks a good show.” She adjusted the tiny ass bra she had on that barely covered her breasts.
“I told you I don’t like that type of shit. I got a girl.”
“Don’t nobody wanna be with you, nigga. This is just for marketing. People like the thought of us possibly messing around. It’s more interesting than you being boo’d up with some knock off Ryan Destiny PR girl.”
I shook my head, irritated as hell before walking off.
I changed my shirt and then headed to the VIP area where Holli already was, along with Wacko, Camarih, Shanece, her husband Wade, Dallas, Rahim, and Nehemiah. Abel was there too, and with a bunch of bitches surrounding him.
I wished Rubie had come, but she was too tired due to being pregnant, and didn’t like going out in public unless she had to because she swore she looked like an elephant. She didn’t at all, and I wasn’t just saying that because she was my girl. It bothered me that she declined to come though, because it seemed anytime her friends hit her line, being out was no issue.
I dapped everybody up then stopped to
make myself a drink; I needed it.
“Can you make me one too?” A familiar voice spoke softly to me, and when I looked to my left, I saw Frida.
Damn… she looked good. I already knew how much finer she’d gotten from social media, but seeing her in person only confirmed the shit. She wore this tight ass red dress with her hair straightened, and she smelled sweet. Her skin looked nice and soft, causing memories of the nights I spent between her legs to plague my mind.
“Yeah, I got you.” I picked up the cup and filled it with ice.
“Not too much juice. I like it to hit hard.”
Her words caused my dick to perk up a tiny bit, but I played it cool, pouring the liquor and juice into the clear glass before handing it off to her.
“What you doing here?”
“I invited her.” Holli appeared, swaying her body to “KOD” by J. Cole as she rested her arm on Frida’s shoulder.
“Y’all are cool?” I frowned. Frida knew how much I hated Holli, and I assumed she hated her too, for me.
“I mean, we kept running into one another, so it just naturally happened. You two have fun.” Holli winked and then pranced off. I looked back over my shoulder at her for a moment, then focused back on Frida.
“Wanna dance?” Frida peered up at me.
“Nah, I can’t. I’m in a relationship as you know.”
“It’s just a dance, and from the looks of things, your girl isn’t even here.” Frida briefly scanned the VIP section.
“Yeah, she’s pregnant and at the tail end, so she’s not feeling up to this vibe.”
“I mean, if this was my man’s show, I would be here.”
There was a silence as we looked one another over, while J. Cole rapped rapidly over the beat.
“Come on, Frida, don’t start that type of shit. I love Rubie, and she always supports me. This is one time.”
“Don’t start what shit?”
“Trying to fuck with me when you know I have a girl.”
“She did it to me.” Frida shrugged then moved closer. “And I highly doubt you don’t miss this pussy.”
I covered my face with my free hand, rubbing my eyes while chuckling. I had to chug down my drink while I thought of what to say in response to that.
“Anyway, thank you for coming to my show. There is plenty of alcohol, and if you’re hungry, the food is on the house, so order up.” I turned to walk off so I could go sit with the homies.
Grabbing my forearm to stop me, Frida said, “My number hasn’t changed.”
I simply gave a closed-mouth smile before treading off.
I stayed at the club until 1 a.m., and then we all left as a unit. I saw Holli and Frida get into the same car and just shook my head as I turned my music up before speeding off. It was a little after 1:30 a.m. when I got home, so I went straight to the bedroom to undress.
Climbing into the bed ass naked, I got behind Rubie and started to caress her thighs while kissing her neck.
“Move, E.”
“Come on, Rubie.”
“Why did you wake me up when you know how hard it is for me to even fall asleep?” she snapped, catching me off guard.
“Baby, my bad. I wasn’t thinking. I just saw you and—”
“Yeah, I know you weren’t thinking. I’ve been uncomfortable for months, yet you somehow forgot that I can barely get any sleep. Do you see me?” She threw the covers off to expose her perfectly round belly. When I leaned over to kiss it, she said, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s aight. I’m sure I would be irritated too if I had this attached to me and somebody woke me up.”
We chuckled in unison.
“Ugh, I swear I love this baby, but I am ready for it to get out. I feel like none of my organs are where they’re supposed to be, and I pee all day long.”
“It’s almost time. Just remember how quiet it is around here for now.”
Giggling, she replied, “Okay. That is the bright side, huh?”
“Yes.” I took in how beautiful she looked. Rubie already had some big lips, but being pregnant made them bigger. She looked like a chocolate Bratz doll with her perfect ass. “Anything I can do to help you fall asleep?”
“Cuddle?”
“Come on.” I sunk down under the covers, and she came with me, lying her head on my chest. She threw her leg across mine while I caressed her belly. Not but ten minutes later, she was knocked out.
I started to doze off myself shortly after, but I heard my phone going crazy on the nightstand. Reaching for it, I saw it was a text from Frida. Shaking my head, I tapped the message to open it. I already knew it was a photo, but because of how small it was on the lock screen preview, I couldn’t make out anything.
Upon opening the text message thread, I saw it was a picture of her naked from the front, and then she sent another from the back. My dick was making a tent under the covers within seconds of seeing that shit, so I locked my phone and dropped it onto the nightstand.
Frida’s ass needed to chill out. The last time I had to deal with something like this, I caved, and I could not do that to Rubie, especially not while she was carrying my baby.
Tony, Rahim, Abel, and I were in the studio listening to the playback of my new song. I kept my eyes on Tony’s ass, making sure he was feeling this shit. I appreciated how much of a perfectionist he was, but sometimes I just wanted to take my ass home and chill, not sit up in the fucking studio all day like a slave.
“I like it. You finally catching on to this rap shit, cuz.” Tony turned the music down.
“I been caught on, fuck you mean?” I replied, making everybody chuckle.
“Nah, you used to be in that booth chasing the beat but never catching that muthafucka. I fuck with this though. I also think you need to do another collaboration with Holli. That old ass song y’all did a minute ago is still in the Top 100 on Billboard. It’s been almost two fucking years.”
“Aye, no lie, I still hear people playing that shit,” Rahim agreed.
“Clubs too. And the crowd went crazy the other night seeing y’all up there,” Abel added his two cents.
“Nah, man. I ain’t trying to work with Holli again. Rubie don’t like that shit.”
“Man, tell Rubie if she wanna keep herself laced in all that shit she like and stay laid up in that big ass crib, she better get the fuck over it. This is business.” Tony frowned.
“Yeah, it’s business, but Holli be doing disrespectful shit like grabbing my dick on stage. That ain’t cool,” I complained.
“That’s because you never got that hoe in line like you was supposed to. These bitches gon’ always be like a dog to a bone when it comes to some dick, but as long as they know not to take that shit to the next level, then it’s straight.
You think a bitch I used to fuck on would ever walk up and grab my dick?” Tony quizzed.
“Hell nah.” Rahim, Abel, and I spoke in unison before laughing.
“You muthafuckin right, hell nah. She know I’ll shoot her ass.”
And he would too. That was the crazy part about it.
“Then her shot up ass would get fucked up by Camarih.” Rahim spoke facts.
“Well Rubie is not gon’ be cool with it, so I’m passing.”
“Nah, you not passing. I told you this is where the money is, nigga. Now, if you too pussy to be able to choke a bitch out and let her know she ain’t getting dicked down, then that’s on you. But you getting on another muthafuckin track with Holli.”
“Or what?” I twisted my face up.
“Or I’m gon’ knock you the fuck out, cuz,” Tony shot back damn near before I even finished speaking. “Have you in that booth singing Rolling on a River remix, black eye and all, bitch.”
“Aight! Aight! E, just do the damn song. Tony is right. You need to put ya foot down with Holli and any other woman that’s trying to mess around while you with Rubie.” Rahim put his hand out.
“I mean, unless you actually trying to fuck her.” Abel shrugged, eyebrows raised.
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“Man, what? Shut yo’ ass up!” I barked at him.
“I just don’t see why a bunch of rich niggas like y’all wanna be tied down. You see me. I be getting my grove on.” Abel did a little dance in his seat.
“And saying shit like ‘getting my grove on’ is why the only females you can fuck is ones who breath smell like pussy farts.” Tony looked over at him, disgusted, as we chortled loudly and heavily.
“Man, fuck y’all.” Abel waved us off.
We threw some more jokes his way, played my song again to be sure everything was copacetic, and then I left.
On my way home, I saw my car phone ringing, and it was Holli.
“What?”
“Damn, that’s how you answer the mother of your child?” She sucked her teeth.
“Holli, what the fuck do you want?”
“Haleigh is sick, I think, because she won’t eat any food and keeps crying.”
“I don’t hear her crying.”
“Because I had to go in another damn room. She’s been non-stop with it for the past hour.”
“Past hour? What the fuck?” I felt my brows furrow. “Aight, I’m on my way. Get back in the room with her. You shouldn’t be leaving her alone.”
“Okay, see you soon.”
Click.
Shaking my head because I wasn’t in the mood to see Holli, I made a U-turn, heading in the direction of her place. After parking, I got out, noticing another car in the driveway along with hers.
Holli had a nice house of her own now in Woodland Hills, not too far from me, which was good for occasions like these.
I rang the doorbell, and a couple minutes later, the door came open.
“Frida?” I stepped inside.
“Hey, let me get Holli for you.” She shut the door with her free hand, the other holding a glass of white wine.
She walked off, wearing the tiniest jean shorts, and a top that tied behind the neck. I didn’t know if it was because Rubie wasn’t fucking me or if I just really wanted to fuck Frida, but yet again, she had my dick hard.
“Oh, hey, baby daddy.” Holli returned with Frida, holding her own glass of wine.
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