She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  I hated when her ass was right.

  22

  Camarih

  You see my face all over that Fendi design… Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs…

  Tony held my hand in his as he escorted me through the back of the club and to the stairs. Pulling me in front of him, he planted his big hands lightly on my waist to carefully guide me up the winding staircase to be sure I didn’t fall.

  It was cute how protective he was of me, and no, this wasn’t just because I was pregnant. Anytime we went anywhere that was crowded, he acted like my damn bodyguard. And if there were a lot of stairs or anything potentially dangerous, he would always guide me.

  The club was currently going crazy to “Yikes” by Nicki Minaj, and it was amazing how packed it was in here. Just seeing how many people were in attendance let me know my man was making a lot of money just off The Pink Cherry spot alone.

  “Wow, baby.” I grinned up at him once we reached the top, entering the VIP section where our people were.

  “I know, right.” He pecked me a few times, then gave me a long one.

  We greeted everyone then sat down to talk and just relax for a little bit. Everyone was here except Jilly. She had to be up early, and she didn’t mind watching the baby for us, especially since I’d put him to sleep before dropping him off. Tony and I would be getting him back before the night was over, however.

  “You want a dance?” I offered Tony.

  He nodded, so I got up to dance for him to the Nicki Minaj track, but my little twerk session lasted about ten seconds because his ass was hating. I knew I shouldn’t have done that little trick with my ass, where I made each cheek move. He liked it at home.

  “Nah, fuck that. Too many niggas is looking.” Tony yanked me so that I sat down in his lap while laughing.

  “You just told all these muthafuckas yo’ ass is a freak. I already know I’m gon’ have to shoot a nigga before I leave.” Tony had his arm around my body, holding me in his lap, as he spoke into my ear.

  I cupped my knees and tried to dance while sitting on him, but he wasn’t going for that either. I just laughed and gave up.

  “I knew that was going to happen.” Shanece giggled.

  “I feel like I haven’t been out in forever!” Rubie shouted to me over the music, even though she was sitting right in between Shanece and I. Eitan was on the other side of Tony, with Rahim.

  “That’s because you haven’t been. You’ve been in the house, being a mommy.” I slid out of Tony’s lap to be eye level with my friends.

  “Yes, and working. I feel like I have two kids sometimes.” She nodded toward Holli, who was clearly drunk off her ass, dancing freakily and like she was one flick away from falling over.

  “Ew, she’s so trashy.” Shanece shook her head, sipping her cocktail.

  “I know. I have no idea what Eitan was thinking when he slept with her.” Rubie shook like she had the chills, causing us all to laugh.

  “I’ll be right back, aight?” Tony ran his hand across my stomach as he whispered in my ear then kissed it. That turned me on for some reason.

  “Don’t rub me like that, Houston; people will know.” I gave him a look. My pregnancy was still a secret to most, so I didn’t want him rubbing my midsection, especially in a place like this where people frequently sent things to those blogs.

  “I’ll rub on yo’ ass however the fuck I want.” He leaned me back against the couch to kiss me. “You my bitch, ain’t you?”

  “Yeah.” I nibbled on my lip as I stared up into his handsome face, which was so sexy, even in this dark ass club.

  “Act like you fucking know then.” He let me up before rising from the couch and walking off somewhere with Eitan.

  My girls and I continued to enjoy ourselves, and I got my twerk on since Tony wasn’t around when “Ain’t My Fault” by Trouble came on. But when I noticed his homeboys watching, I stopped, making my friends and I chortle loudly.

  We were having a good time until I saw thirsty ass Isis come into the section with a tray of drinks. Yes, her busted, bum ass still worked here. Tony was going to have her fired after I beat her ass, but because I felt bad for her baby, I told him not to.

  I paid her no mind as she delivered drinks to the people up here who’d ordered. Most of them were Tony’s hood ass homies and a few ladies they had with them.

  “Hi, Camarih.” She stopped in front of the table Rubie, Shanece, and I were seated behind.

  “Hello.” I kept it short and dry. I guess she saw that as an invitation because she sat next to me.

  “How are you? You look great.”

  “Thank you, and I’m perfect.” I kept my attention forward but felt her staring down the side of my face.

  “It’s good to see you. I feel like I haven’t in a long time, unless you count social media.”

  “I’m glad you’re satisfied with what you see then.” I offered a fake smile before looking away again, swaying to the music playing.

  Out of my peripheral, I saw her mouth open like she wanted to speak but was hesitant.

  “I heard something, and I feel like me seeing you is a sign that I should tell you.”

  “Isis, please get back to work.”

  “I overheard some girls in the backroom talking, and they said Tony got one of the waitresses here pregnant.”

  I laughed.

  “You have always been a dumb bitch, willing to believe any little fairytale told to you. Was the bitch who said this the same one that made you believe Prince actually loved you?” I cocked my head.

  I knew my words were harsh, especially for someone like myself, but I hadn’t forgiven Isis for all she’d done to me.

  “Fine, Camarih, but if you want to one day wake up from the spell he has you under, the girl I heard talking’s name is Laria.” Isis pointed her out behind the bar. “You can ask her yourself.”

  “Bitch, get yo’ long head ass up out my seat and get back to work.” Tony appeared, looking scary as hell with his tall ass.

  Isis shot up like her ass was on fire.

  “Sorry, sorry, boss.” She hugged her drink tray to her body to move quickly.

  “These hoes ain’t been smacked the fuck up enough.” He fussed as I rubbed his back, stifling my laughter. Rubie, Shanece, and everyone else nearby didn’t hold back.

  “Baby, you’re so rude.” I smirked.

  “I’m not rude. That hoe was in my fucking seat while on the clock. She lucky I ain’t backhand her ass.”

  I kissed the corner of his mouth, and soon enough, he gave in, pulling me into his lap. For the next thirty minutes or so, we danced, kissed, and Tony felt me up, per usual. I did have Isis’s comments on my mind, and just to be sure, I wanted to find Laria.

  “I’m going to go pee.” I got up from Tony’s lap, but he stood up too. “No, I can go alone.”

  “Nah, you can’t. Either you can pee with me in that fucking stall, or you can pee in this cup right here. If you choose to stay here, I’m shooting whoever I think is looking at yo’ pussy.”

  “Houston!” I whined like a child. “Nothing is going to happen to me if I go pee alone.”

  “Why you wanna pee alone all of a sudden? We married. We don’t do shit alone no fucking more.”

  I realized I couldn’t get away with that damn excuse, so I just waved it off and sat back down. Tony sat back next to me, making himself another a drink as the festivities continued.

  While he wasn’t paying attention, I convinced Shanece to go down and ask Laria some questions. I wanted to know tonight and knew there was no way I could break away from Tony. And if he found out what I was doing, he would have a fit.

  “Okay, what did she say?” I asked when Shanece returned. I checked on Tony since he was next to me, and he was embroiled in a conversation with his friends.

  “All she said was that she’d heard it from someone else who works here but doesn’t know her name.”

  “What?” I frowned, causing Shanece to
shrug.

  “Her ass is lying.” Rubie rolled her eyes.

  “I asked how did she not know her own co-worker’s name, and she said she’s pretty new, and didn’t feel comfortable asking the girl her name since she was on her way out.”

  I rolled my eyes, shaking my head out of annoyance.

  “What’s wrong with you? What I do?” Tony asked softly, hugging my body while kissing my neck. That quickly, I was horny.

  I said nothing, just pulled back some to kiss his lips.

  When we left the club, it was 1 a.m., so we stopped by Jilly’s to get my baby and then went home. After putting my son in his bed, Tony and I made sandwiches to eat.

  “Let’s get in the jacuzzi.” He picked me up.

  “Baby, no, not in this dress!” I shouted as he walked me through the house and out to the backyard.

  Once outside, he started to undress me until I was butt naked. He removed all of his clothing as well then helped me down into the nice warm jacuzzi water. It was even better when he turned the jet bubbles on.

  Wrapping my legs around his body and my arms around his neck, I enjoyed the sight of his sexy face, small tattoos scribbled above his eyebrows. I hated face tattoos, but it never took away from Tony’s looks; it was either because they were so tiny or because he was so damn fine. My thoughts prompted me to plant a kiss on his lips.

  “You so beautiful,” he spoke, rubbing his hands up and down my back as we held one another.

  “Did you hear the rumor about you at the club?”

  “Course not.”

  “Apparently, one of the girls that work there is having your baby.” I looked down into his eyes.

  “Where they come up with this shit?” He kind of mumbled, almost to himself.

  “That’s all you have to say?”

  “Pretty much. Fuck else am I supposed to say?” He sniffled sexily. Everything he did was sexy.

  “I don’t know. Maybe something like it’s not true.”

  “But you already know that though, so it’s a waste of both of our fucking time for me to say that shit, right?”

  “Right.” I nodded.

  “I only got one baby on the way, and that’s my other son in here.” He touched my stomach under the water as he crashed his lips against my neck.

  “Son? It could be a girl.”

  “Nah. I heard cuz Crip walking last night when I put my ear to ya stomach.”

  “Houston, no you did not!” I laughed, as he gave me an alluring grin before nibbling on his lip.

  “I did. I woke up in the middle of the night, wondering what the fuck it was.” He continued as I guffawed loudly at his lying ass. “Our third or fourth one will be a girl.”

  I simpered down at him as he spun around slowly, still holding me.

  “You know I love you, Houston.”

  “I do.”

  “You know how much?”

  “I’m pretty sure a lot, because I’m that nigga.”

  I sucked my teeth as he adjusted his grip on my body, holding me tighter.

  “Yes, a lot.” I touched his face. “I think you know just how much I love you, and that one of my worst fears would be living without you.” He was silent as he listened to me intently. You could only hear the jet bubbles in between my sentences. “So… don’t take advantage of that, okay?”

  “I’m not gon’ fuck up, Camarih,” he replied, and I was happy he understood what I was saying. “Our shit ain’t gon’ ever be like that, with me doing whatever the fuck I want and you taking me back.” He pinned me against the wall of the jacuzzi tub. “I love you. I love being around you, and when I’m not around you, I’m thinking about the next fucking time I will be.”

  “Really?” I blushed as he kissed me very deeply.

  “Hell yeah. And I think way too highly of myself, you, and what we got to be slanging dick to these hoes. Plus, the pussy hit different when you know that’s yo’ bitch.”

  “Hou…” My words trailed off as he slid inside of me, stretching me it seemed. His hands held tightly onto the sides of my thighs as he glided in and out of my walls.

  “As much as you love yo’ nigga, I love you way more than that,” he let me know as he pounded between my legs at the perfect pace. I’d already released twice. “Only difference is, I’ll kill you if you give this shit away.”

  I felt like my eyes had rolled into the back of my head because of how good this felt.

  We started to kiss hungrily and nastily, but as he fucked me harder, I couldn’t keep up due to my moaning. His hands had a good grip on my ass, as he dug deeply inside of me, fucking me nice and hard. My nails scraped against his skin, as my arms laid against his strong biceps covered in tattoos. He held me up with ease in the warm jacuzzi, giving it to me like it was his last time, and I creamed again and again down his shaft.

  No matter what, I was never leaving my nigga; he was mine for life. All the better, he’d never give me a reason to.

  I’d just finished doing my tenth facial of the day, and now it was time for a break. I was so exhausted, and wished I could just go home and take a nap. Not only was I doing extensive facials, but I was pregnant and had my son here at work with me. Thankfully I was able to sit during some parts of the facial to give myself a nice little break.

  Leaving the spa room in order for Dana to clean it so it’d be ready for my next appointment in an hour, I went to my office. Unlocking the door, I slipped inside to see my baby was still knocked out. I’d been watching him via the video monitor in the spa room.

  I always locked my office because I didn’t trust it to be open with people coming in and out, despite my office being all the way in the back and off limits. People were weird, and my baby was cute. I chuckled at my thoughts as I grabbed my purse.

  “Hey, boss. Thanks for letting me go home early today.” Kai peeked in. “I went ahead and cleaned the lobby and stuff since Dana was doing the room.”

  “Okay, thank you, and you’re welcome.”

  We left from the back area together, with me pushing my son’s stroller. I kept his stroller covered, using the top, just to shield him from the sun and nosy people who wanted to snap photos of him when we were out.

  “Oh, boss, this is my boyfriend, Theo.” Kai locked her arm with a big, tall dude. He looked familiar for some reason, but I was sure I’d never seen him before.

  “Hi.” I gave him a nod.

  “What’s up? You got a nice spot here.” He looked around using his eyes only.

  “Thank you.”

  I noticed Theo and the security, Avery, made eerie eye contact, before Theo and Kai turned to leave. It wasn’t a friendly eye contact; it was almost as if they were old enemies. Weird.

  “When did she get a boyfriend?” Dana asked, sitting back down behind the check-in counter.

  “I don’t know. Then again, it’s not like we know much about her in that way.”

  “True. Most people mention their boyfriends or husbands constantly though, don’t they?” Dana frowned.

  “No, only you do that.” I half joked as we both laughed.

  “Did you want something from the cafe across the street?” I offered Dana.

  “Whatever you get; you always pick good stuff.”

  “No, that’s Houston. I copy him a lot.” I smirked. “You, Avery?”

  “I’m aight. Thanks though.”

  I hurried across the street to get two Chinese chicken salads and two oat milk chai lattes. I juggled it all as I made my way back to the shop, but someone spoke to me as soon as I got onto the sidewalk.

  “I said did you need help?” my father repeated. I noticed he had a beige folder under his arm.

  “No.”

  “Camarih, let me hold something before you drop it.” He took the drink tray from me then held the door to the spa open.

  Exhaling sharply, I went inside, gave Dana her stuff, and then tread back to my office with my dad on my heels.

  He and I still had a strained relationship. I didn’t
think we would ever be close, because I couldn’t bring myself to forget how he treated me. I thought I could, but it was harder than I thought. And I knew now he was only so nice to me because I made great money, and my husband made even greater money.

  “How can I help you?” I finally asked once I was seated behind my cherry wood desk with my salad and chai ready to be devoured. I kept glancing in the stroller to see if my son had woken up yet.

  “I wanted to talk to you about a business I’m trying to open.” He grinned.

  “Why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why do you want to involve me? I don’t understand what I would have to do with your business venture.”

  “Well.” He opened the folder on my desk since he was seated on the other side. “I want to open a mechanic shop, and I just need a little start-up money.”

  “Go to a bank.”

  “Why when you can loan me the fifty thousand dollars?”

  “I’m not loaning you anything. You’re the same man who would throw a fit if I asked for five dollars, and hound me until I gave it back to you on the rare occasions that you loaned it to me.”

  “That was the past.”

  “It’s not that far in the past, only a few years ago.”

  “Okay. How about that husband of yours? Can he loan it to me?”

  “Wow, you want a thug to loan you some money? Houston is the exact type of guy you claimed to not want me with. You felt they would never amount to anything but a jail bird or corpse.”

  “I was referring to Driz.”

  “What’s the difference in the two?”

  He sighed before saying, “I had a different mindset then. Now I see things in a whole new light.”

  “No, you’ve only changed your mind because you know he is well off.”

  “Did you get a prenuptial agreement?”

  I frowned as I chewed my salad.

  After swallowing, I replied, “Why?”

  “I’m curious. You’re saying I’m only after him for his money, but what about you?”

  The nerve.