“Tony, I mean in the bedroom.” He just looked at me. “Aight, Rubie ain’t let me touch her in months. We stopped fucking completely once she was about eight and half months, and now that she’s out of commission, I can’t get shit.”
“Damn, cuz.” He put out the blunt. “Camarih and I fucked right up until Baby Cuz was ready to roll out. After that, it was just a lot of head on both of our parts. Now don’t ask me shit else about sex with my bitch.”
“The same nigga who gave me a review on Joy’s sex game.”
“Yeah, ’cause she was just one of my hoes. Camarih ain’t.”
“I just don’t know what the fuck to do. I know if I ask her for some top she gon’ bite my damn head off. Seems like every damn thing I say is the wrong thing.”
“Hold the fuck up.” Tony waved his hand in the air. “Nigga, you be asking for head?”
Before I could answer, he began laughing hard as fuck. I hadn’t seen him laugh this hard in a minute. Asshole.
“Yeah, I mean, I don’t ask like that, but I suggest it here and there.”
“No female wants to suck a dick attached to a bitch nigga that gotta ask for some head. I can see yo’ hoe ass now getting cussed the fuck out, passing her ‘yes or no’ notes to get yo’ dick sucked.”
“Man, fuck you. I just be like ‘you should give me some head, baby’.” I tried to explain, but it sounded worse out loud, causing Tony to cackle even harder.
“Nah, you doing it all wrong, cuz. When she chilling on the bed or whatever, you walk up on her ass, dick already out, and just put that shit in her face.”
This nigga. I didn’t know if I should trust Tony, because he wasn’t the most conventional muthafucka. The shit he did, only he could get away with.
“That shit works?”
He gave me a look, so I nodded. At this point, I was willing to try anything to get some action.
Around ten minutes later, Tony and I left since it was a little bit before 9 p.m. I got home at about 10 since it was an accident on the freeway, causing shit to come to a complete stop. When I got in the crib, I checked on my son to see he was asleep, which made my ass happy that he wouldn’t be interrupting.
I went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when out, I wrapped a towel around my waist. As soon as I got to the bedroom, I dropped it, making Rubie look up from some papers she was reading.
“Eitan, what are you doing?” She grinned as I neared her, dick poking straight out basically.
Like Tony said, I got as close to her as I could, dick damn near grazing her perfect lips. I got harder reminiscing about the times she’d sucked me off with those. Rubie jerked her neck back, looking up at me in disgust.
“What?”
“Why did you walk up on me like I’m one of your hoes?”
I let out an exasperated sigh, backing up a little bit.
“It wasn’t meant to be that, baby. I just need something from you.”
“Need?”
“Yes, need. I haven’t had to jack off in forever, but I did recently. Just some head is all I’m asking for.” I knew Tony’s antics wouldn’t work for my ass. I felt like a fool for even trying that bullshit.
“Eitan, there are only two weeks left. You can hold off. And then when that time is up, it’s going to be that much better because we’ve been without it so long.” Rubie showed off her pretty smile.
“Just do it for me this once, and I will leave you alone until you come back from your checkup.” I held her hands in mine.
“It seems like all you care about lately is having sex. You haven’t once asked me how I feel, how my day was with the baby and trying to work, or anything. You leave early and then strut through here late, after the baby has been put to sleep, begging for some sexual activity. You don’t even deserve it.”
“I’m out working when I leave! Shit, how you think you stay in this big ass house with all this shit in it! That nice ass car you drive, and all the other shit you got is from me working long ass hours!” I shouted, hotter than fish grease.
“And I appreciate it all! But if that means all I am to you is something to fuck when you come home, then I don’t want it! You used to actually spend time with me, but now it’s all about when you can fuck me, or how you can get your rocks off during my waiting period!” She threw the covers off of her lap, slammed down the top of her laptop, and smashed her papers on it to pick up and carry. “Also, I have my own fucking money, asshole!”
“Rubie—”
“No! You don’t love me, because if you did, you would be more attentive to my feelings instead of only focusing on what you need! I just had a fucking baby! I created a human! My body is not the same; it has been traumatized and needs time to heal! Does that even matter to you? Or do you just care about getting some head?”
“I wasn’t thinking, baby. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well what’s new? How about you try making me your wife or at least fiancée, instead of putting so much focus on my vagina and other holes.” With that said, she left the bedroom. I wanted to go after her ass, but I had nothing to say.
I did care about all that shit, but it was hard to focus without getting any sex, I wasn’t gon’ lie. Rubie was beautiful, and having to look at her, be around her, and spend time with her without fucking, was hard as hell. Just feeling her skin would have my dick so hard it was painful.
Shit.
That weekend… Las Vegas, Nevada…
“Set was dope.” Rahim dapped me up when I got backstage. Tony and Abel followed suit.
“Hellooo, I was up there too, for a little while, not just my baby daddy.” Holli piped in. Rahim and Abel congratulated her, but Tony ignored her comment, per usual.
“I think y’all both did great.” Frida appeared, making my stomach drop. When we made eye contact, it was like she knew I’d watched that damn video of her.
“Thanks. I’m about to go change.” I quickly walked off toward the dressing room.
When I got in, I removed my shirt to dry some of this sweat off of me. I would have to take a shower at my hotel room before that damn after party. No way was I about to be in there sweaty and dirty as fuck.
Grabbing my phone from my bag, I sat down and dialed Rubie. She didn’t answer, so I tried again but on FaceTime. Like before, she didn’t pick up, so I texted her ass then slipped my phone into my pocket.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
The taps on the door jolted me a tiny bit.
“Come in!” I shouted, eyes covered by my hands out of frustration.
“Hey, you okay?” Frida’s voice caused me to uncover them.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m straight. Aye, you can’t be sending me them photos and videos, Frida, for real. My girl knows my password, and I don’t want her seeing that shit.”
“I’m sorry.” She kept coming closer after shutting the door. She had on this little ass dress, showing off her small but still sexy frame, and that supple vanilla complexion. “Did you like what I sent though?”
“Frida.”
“Just a simple question.” She sat down next to me on the butter leather couch.
“I’m a man, and you sent me a naked picture, plus a video of you playing with yourself. What you think?”
She giggled shyly.
“I knew you would enjoy it. While I filmed the video, I thought about the time we fucked on the kitchen floor. You remember? You made me cum so many times, especially when you showed me no mercy doggy-style.”
I dropped my head slowly, trying to remove the memory from my head.
“Frida—”
“Damn, seems like you remember too.” She pointed to my dick pitching a tent, yet again.
I was about to respond, but she touched it, causing me to almost release in my jeans. Smoothly, she began unbuckling my belt then pants, dropping down onto her knees. I wanted to stop her, but that warm mouth was on my shit before I could speak.
“Fuuuuccckkk,” I grunted lowly. I hadn’t felt shit like this in a minute.
“Mmm,” she moaned, going in.
When I looked down at her pretty face, I felt my dick grow even more. In return, she sucked harder, snaking her tongue everywhere while massaging my balls.
“I’m ’bout to nut. Move,” I instructed her.
She mumbled ‘no’ as best as she could while still performing on my dick, and next thing I knew, I was nutting in her mouth. My body gyrated as she slowly slid her mouth off, licking the tip clean.
“You look much more relieved, baby.” She leaned down to peck my lips before switching to the small bathroom in here to clean her mouth.
She returned with a warm paper towel to clean me off, because I was still out of breath.
“Frida, you gotta go, baby.” I straightened myself up, now back in my right mind.
“What? Why can’t we ride back to your room, fuck, and then hit the after party?”
That sounded amazing.
“Because we can’t. I shouldn’t have even let you do what you just did.”
“Eitan—”
“Frida, I’m dead ass. I got a girl, and I love her. You gotta go. Ride with Holli or something, but you not coming with me.”
The look on Frida’s face was bothersome, but I had to be stern. It was either that or lose my girl, and the latter wasn’t happening. After a few more seconds of a stare-off, Frida snatched up her bag and left my dressing room.
I didn’t know why the fuck I did what I just did, but Rubie was to never find out. I would make sure of the shit.
17
Jilly
“Alright, Miss Terranova, if everything looks good, just go ahead and sign.” Ahmad’s manager, Melissa, smiled.
“I already had a lawyer read through it, so I’m ready.” I grabbed the pen and began to sign in the highlighted areas.
“Perfect. So here is your initial check, and then once you start working, of course you will get them constantly. As you know, it will be paid out once a month, depending on how many stylings you do and how high profile the event or setting you style for is.” Melissa handed me an envelope.
I didn’t want to seem too anxious or overly excited, so I slipped the check into my Dior tote bag and then finished talking with her. As soon as I left that damn building though, I almost ripped that envelope to pieces, trying to get it open. My eyes bulged out of my head when I saw it was for one hundred thousand dollars. I kept reading it over, making sure I hadn’t gone cross-eyed and added some zeros in there.
My ringing phone made me jump, so once I had my purse in the car, I answered it.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Jilly, I heard you were my official stylist now,” Ahmad replied.
“I am, sir, so you’re about to be fly now.”
“Damn, I wasn’t fly before?”
“I mean, you were doing aight, but now that you got me, you’re about to be on some other shit.”
“I like that.”
It got quiet, so I inhaled sharply before saying, “Well, I will see you soon. I have a few errands to run.”
“Can’t wait.”
I hung up the phone and took another deep breath. I felt bad about lying to Nehemiah and taking this job, but this was a lot of money on the line, and my career would only go up from here if I took this opportunity. I wasn’t going to stay the same just because my man thought I’d cheat on him. Yeah, Ahmad was handsome, sexy, and balling, but he wasn’t Nehemiah.
After giving myself that mental pep talk, I dropped my phone into my bag, turned on some music, and then left the parking structure.
I got home a whole ass hour and a half later because of all the fucking LA traffic, so as soon as I walked in, I showered.
When I got out, I noticed Nehemiah still wasn’t home, so I started to make dinner, which was going to be fried fish, hush puppies, and a salad. He absolutely loved that meal, and since I was sneaking around, I wanted to butter him up. I knew eventually he’d find out because Ahmad wasn’t exactly small time, but for now, I wanted to keep it a secret.
Dinner was finished an hour later, with Nehemiah coming in just as I was turning everything off.
“I smell something amazing.” He came up behind me in the kitchen, dropping his black bag and hugging me from behind.
“Baby, get that dirty ass bag out of the kitchen,” I whined.
He kissed my neck and cheek a few times then did as he was told.
“Aight, you brat.”
I washed my hands then made our plates, setting the table up nicely; I even lit a candle. It was scented, but it was subtle, so it wouldn’t interfere with the aroma of our meal.
Nehemiah entered the dining area after he’d changed clothes and cleaned his hands. We said grace then began eating.
“It’s good?” I quizzed with a smirk.
“You know it is.” He shook his head. “Cocky ass.” He ate some more, grabbing the ketchup bottle to squeeze a pile of the condiment onto his plate. “What you do today?”
Why the fuck did he always ask me that like we were some old married couple?
“Why, Nehemiah?”
“Because I always ask that, and I like to know what my girl has been up to all day. Why you been acting suspicious?”
“How have I been acting suspicious?”
“You used to run your mouth ’til the damn sun came up when I asked about your day. However, lately, you keep shit short or want to know why I want to know.”
“Oh, sorry. I just did some styling for the new artist Tony signed… umm, Brooklen,” I fibbed.
“Oh, okay. She’s dope as fuck. I can’t wait to shoot a video for her.” He shoved food in his mouth, but since I didn’t reply, he looked up from his plate to see my death stare. “Not even like that, baby.” He chuckled.
“What the fuck is so funny? And why does that hoe have you so excited to make her damn video?”
“Excited because her music is good as hell, not because I wanna smash her. You know damn well I only want to fuck you, Jilly.”
“Let me even think you want a piece of that whore, and I will have my brother kill you.”
“Damn, you’d let Tony kill the man you love, the man you wanna spend the rest of yo’ damn life serving and loving, over that?”
“Shut up.” I laughed. “Ain’t nobody serving shit. But if you cheat on me, yes, I will let him kill you.”
Nehemiah stared at me, wearing a smirk. It slowly faded though like some thoughts had taken over. When he realized the switch in his expression, he simply said, “That’s cold.”
Had his ass cheated? He thought I was joking, but I would for real let my bro light him up if he fucked me over.
We finished dinner, and I got the bed ready then brushed my teeth while he showered. He entered the room with just a towel, but dropped it, coming over to me to remove my nightshirt. Climbing under the covers together, we started to kiss hard as he groped at my body passionately, making my pussy wet.
“Wait, I have to tell you something.” I turned my head so he’d stop kissing me.
“What?” I felt his hard dick stabbing my inner thigh.
“My body feels weird, and I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant.” I came right out with it.
“You took a test?”
“No, but I know my body, and I can feel something going on in it; something like a baby.” I stared at him as he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. “Hello?”
“Oh shit, sorry. I’m just trying to process it.”
“Are you happy? Mad? What—”
“You keeping it? Ah! What the fuck?” he yelped when I slapped the shit out of him.
“Did you seriously ask me that! What the fuck is wrong with you!” I shouted, about to get out of the bed, but he snatched me back with the quickness.
“Jilly, calm down! I didn’t even fucking mean it like that! I just wanted to be sure we was on the same fucking page!” He ho
vered over me, keeping my forearms in his hands so I wouldn’t hit him.
“Yeah, well what page are you on, fuck boy!” I frowned hard, ready to knock him out.
“You should know that already. I love you.” He pecked me slowly. “If I minded having a baby with you, I wouldn’t be fucking you period, or living with you, or none of the other shit we got going on. I just wasn’t trying to be excited about some shit that wasn’t gon’ happen.”
“Why wouldn’t I keep it, Nehemiah? You’re so stupid!”
“I don’t fucking know, Jilly. You ain’t the most predictable, and you know that shit. Every time I think I got you figured the fuck out, you come up with an Allen Iverson juke on my ass.”
I smiled a little before we both chuckled, kissing. He finally let me go so I could hug his neck.
“I’m sorry I slapped you. I thought you were trying to tell me to get rid of it.”
“Never.” He shook his head. “I hit the jackpot knocking you up.”
I simpered, caressing his hair before we started to peck one another again.
“We should get married.”
“No. I want you to ask me when you want to, not because of a baby. You have to want it regardless of a child.”
“I’ve wanted to marry you since I first saw your ghetto ass in that trailer on the set of Nala’s video.”
“Did you now? Because I do know you had an interest in Nala.”
“Wow, that was for like a second, and that was pure lust. It was different with you. I wanted you in another way.” He nibbled on his lip, making himself comfortable between my legs.
“Well if you ask me properly, I just might think about it.” I let him press his lips to mine then added, “But ask my brother first.”
“What? Why the fuck I gotta ask him? Ain’t it customary to ask the father? He dead, so I get a free pass.”
“No, Nehemiah. Just ask him, please? He’s going to say yes, threaten you, and then send you on your way. But it’ll be better for him to give his blessing.”
Nehemiah gave me a look then said, “Aight, I’ll ask him.”
After that, it was no more talking, just love making.
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