She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Rubie, I’m sure you already know what I’m about to ask you. But before I do, I want you to know that I love you, baby. From the time I first saw you outside the studio in South Central, I’ve been infatuated with you. Then when I got to know you and realized how good of a person you were, it was no surprise that I fell in love. I want you to know you’re the only person in the world for me, and I couldn’t even fathom or imagine being with somebody else. So would you marry me?” I opened the ring box, and her already glossy eyes lit up.

  “You know, once this gets on my finger, you can’t change your mind, right?” She joked, making the whole stadium laugh.

  “I don’t plan on changing my mind.”

  “Then yes.”

  I hurriedly slipped the ring on her finger, happy that it fit perfectly. Rising to my feet, I wrapped my arms around her shapely frame before engaging my lips with hers.

  With Rubie still by my side, I got my mic from the deejay, did my outro speech, and then went to the back. I usually did meet and greets for my shows, but lately, the fans had been getting out of hand, so I cancelled those.

  Now that the show was over, instead of an after party, I wanted to clean up, take my soon to be wife out to dinner, then get her back to the hotel suite for some sex that would last longer than a minute.

  “I can’t believe you did that. It was so unexpected.” Rubie sat down on the couch in my large dressing trailer. It was decked the fuck out.

  “I know. I figured you thought I would do it at home or while we were out to eat.”

  “Did you plan this, or was it random?”

  Just as I was about to respond, a text message popped up on my phone, which was sitting on the vanity area in here. Since I was standing, I peered over it to peep who it was.

  Frida: You are such an asshole.

  Frida: I hate you.

  Rubie calling my name snapped me from my thoughts.

  “Oh, nah, I planned it. I wanted to do it in a way that would show everybody how I felt about you.” I neared Rubie, towered over her, and pecked her gently.

  “I like that.” She eyed her ring. “I can’t wait until my dad finds out. He swore up and down that you were like every other cheating, lying ass, commitment-phobe rapper. I told his ass, and I knew I was right.”

  I chuckled sheepishly as I watched the happiness that covered Rubie’s beautiful cognac colored face.

  I still couldn’t believe I had allowed Frida to give me head. I loved Rubie with everything in me, and I knew if she found out, she would think otherwise. I didn’t know how to explain to her that although I let that shit happen, it meant nothing and had nothing to do with her or my feelings for her. That’s why the shit had to stay a secret, forever. I at least needed to get her down the aisle first. Having my baby and being my wife would make it harder for her to just bounce on me.

  We left the building and got into the black truck that drove us here so we could get back to the hotel. While Rubie was on the phone with my mama, checking on the baby, I had to decline four of Frida’s calls.

  Me: Aye, chill out.

  I shot her a text, finally, once Rubie hung up.

  Grabbing Rubie’s hand, I pulled her closer to me, and for the rest of the ride, we just kissed. We got to the hotel in under twenty minutes since it was a little late, and I took her up to the suite, allowing her to go in first so she could see what I’d paid to have set up in here.

  “Eitan.” She gasped, looking at all of the red bouquets and the roses sprinkled on the large bed. There was a bucket of ice with champagne, strawberries, a few gifts, and some soft music playing.

  “I’m guessing you like it.” I hugged her body from behind. She smelled so good and felt even better.

  “I do.” She turned to face me, so now we were chest to chest. “I just want to say thank you.”

  “This is nothing. You deserve it.”

  “No, not this specifically, but for coming into my life. You showed me what it’s like to be with a real man and not a boy. I don’t know what I did for God to give me you. You’re sexy, successful, great in bed, and most importantly, faithful. And I know it’s been hard to deal with me and not giving you sex for such a long time, but you hung in there. Sometimes I think you’re too good for me.”

  Why was she saying this shit to me now? Why couldn’t she have said the shit before I fucked up? Maybe it would’ve kept me from doing so.

  “No, I’m surely not too good for you. It’s the other way around. I’m just happy you agreed to marry me.”

  Rubie smiled brightly, and like always, I couldn’t help but to bask in how beautiful she was.

  I dimmed the lights, because I was ready to fuck right now. I originally planned for dinner first, but I couldn’t wait.

  I got Rubie out of her dress, and as she laid on top of the roses on the crisp white bedding, my dick grew harder and harder. I got undressed as fast as possible before joining her in the bed.

  My hands wandered all over her body, just before I tugged her lacy underwear down then unhooked the clasps of her bra. Twirling my tongue around her erect nipples, I felt between her legs as she moaned, waiting for her juices to flow. The shit took no time, so I licked and sucked all down her body until I was face to face with her clit.

  “Baby.” Rubie massaged my head as I let my tongue work between her folds.

  She hadn’t let me touch her like this in a long ass time, and it was obvious by how my dick was responding. No matter who I slept with or got head from, nothing compared to her.

  Rubie came, her back arched and moaning loudly as fuck. Her voice emanating pleasure sounded new to my ass damn near.

  I felt her body tighten as I latched my mouth onto her bud, sucking with the perfect amount of pressure, while using my fingers to penetrate her. Freezing up, Rubie released yet again, causing her whole body to gyrate.

  “You wet the damn bed.” I chuckled, placing soft kisses on her stomach as she attempted to catch her breath.

  She smiled at me before we kissed then put me onto my back. Watching her mount my dick almost made me nut, and I had to shut my eyes as I entered her tight, wet pussy.

  “Mmm.” She cooed softly, putting her small hands on my chest for leverage as she began to ride me.

  “Damn.” I watched her, not being able to help my hands touching every part of her.

  She exploded again, but when she got herself together, she sped up her motions. I held tightly onto her hips as she grinded on me, about to make me nut before I wanted to. Pressing the back of my head into the pillow, I gave myself a pep talk, but when I opened my eyes to see Rubie’s pretty ass face with those nice ass lips, I knew the end was near.

  “Ahh.” Her moans got louder as I began to fuck her back. She came twice, making her shit so wet it was impossible for me to keep going.

  “I’m about to nut, fuck!” I growled.

  Rubie got off just in time and started to suck my dick, causing my damn toes to curl. This shit was insane right now. Gripping a handful of her soft hair, I guided her faster, fucking the back of her throat, and moments later, I was cumming hard. The shit was so hard I almost ripped out the patch of hair I was holding of hers.

  “You lasted much longer this time.” Rubie pecked my abs. “Seems like you’re back to normal.”

  “I told you not to bring that shit up no more.” I shook my head as she giggled.

  “You said not to tell anyone, and I haven’t.”

  “Yeah right. I feel like Camarih’s ass know; she was looking at me funny.”

  Rubie laughed heartily as I got out of the bed to head to the bathroom so we could shower. Once it was on, I returned to scoop Rubie up. We bathed together, and went for another round doggy-style, then got out to brush our teeth and head to dinner.

  I felt so damn relieved, after fucking Rubie, that it was amazing. It was wild as fuck how sex with her, specifically, could improve my damn day.

  By the time we got back to the hotel, it was 1 a.m., so Rubie opened
the gifts I bought her, and then we just chilled in the bed until we fell asleep.

  Around 3 a.m.…

  “Eitan, get up.”

  I felt someone shaking me, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Rubie propped up on her elbow, next to me.

  “What?” I frowned, irritated because I was tired beyond belief.

  “Why is Frida calling at three a.m.?” Rubie’s face was full of confusion. It wasn’t like she was angry; it was more like she didn’t understand.

  “I have no idea. I hope she aight.” I shrugged, taking my phone from Rubie. I pretended to check something before locking it and placing it on the nightstand closest to me.

  “I didn’t know you still talked to her.”

  “I don’t. That’s why I said I hope she’s okay.” Rubie didn’t say anything, and when I glanced her way, she was just staring. I couldn’t read the expression she wore though. “What?”

  “Nothing. It’s just weird that Holli says she’s around a lot, and now she’s calling you at these types of hours, knowing you’re in a relationship and you have a baby. What if Elijah was here and that woke him up?”

  “I don’t think she cares about any of that, Rubie. But don’t let Holli or Frida infiltrate what we got going on. Both of them want what we got.”

  “I know.” She finally laid down on my chest with a smile. Internally, I let out a sigh of relief.

  Frida was doing way too damn much.

  One week later…

  I’d been traveling for the past week, doing short appearances on the west coast, but now I was back. Of course that meant I had to be right back in the studio. Tony didn’t want me to get lazy now that I was such a hot commodity, and I agreed, so we needed to keep cranking out good material to solidify my position in the music business. The last thing I wanted was to be some couple-hit wonder or be remembered as a fad.

  “I really like this one.” I bobbed my head to the third beat Rahim played for me.

  “Wacko said you would, but I wanted to let you tell me that.” Rahim nodded and started moving around on the computer.

  As I replied to a text message, I felt a hot ass substance being thrown onto me.

  “What the fuck!” I hopped up from my seat to see Frida with a big ass steel pot of what looked like chili. “Are you fucking serious!” I roared at her.

  Instead of responding, she dropped the pot and charged my way, swinging on me and fucking me up. The chili was still scalding hot, and some of it had gotten in my eye, so I could barely see.

  “Come on, man. What the fuck!” Rahim shouted, snatching Frida back as she moved wildly in his embrace. She had tears coming down her cheeks.

  “I fucking hate you!” She screamed her damn head off.

  “Bitch, fuck you!” I barked back, taking a page out of Tony’s book. I was the maddest nigga right now that she had ruined my damn two-thousand-dollar light colored sweater with that nasty ass chili. “I told yo’ ass what it was! You knew I had a girl, and you still wanted to suck my dick! How is that my fault!”

  “Eitan, chill out!” Rahim yelled just as Frida broke from his hold on her.

  She started hitting me again, but Rahim stopped her, yanking her back from me.

  “I wish I never fucking met you! All you do is play with people and use them whenever you see fit!” Frida cried.

  “Had it not been for me, yo’ ass would still be in the fucking hood, driving a bucket! I upgraded yo’ ass! Be happy I let you keep all that shit instead of snatching it back!”

  My words infuriated her, I could see it through my one good eye, but I didn’t give a damn.

  “Frida, you gotta go. Like right now,” Rahim told her.

  “I’m not going no fucking where!”

  Just then, Tony came into the room, smoking a blunt.

  “What’s all this shit?” He frowned, especially when his eyes landed on me covered in chili.

  “She came through here acting a damn fool, throwing food and shit! Now her ass won’t leave!” I shouted.

  “Aye, take that shit somewhere else.” Tony looked to Frida as Rahim struggled to keep ahold of her.

  “Fuck you, nigga! I’m not—”

  “Bitch, watch yo’ fucking mouth ’fore I put this blunt out in that tattered ass weave.” Tony got right in her face. “Let this hoe go, Rahim. I want her to pop some shit.” Rahim reluctantly let her go, but Frida did nothing, to my surprise. “Get yo’ damn pot, and get the fuck up out my shit, or you gon’ fuck around and get smoked.”

  Rahim picked the big pot up, and Frida snatched it from him, gave me an icy glare, and then attempted to storm out, but Tony snatched her purse.

  “What are you doing!” She hollered as Tony dug out her wallet and took some cash from it.

  “You gotta pay for this fucking carpet area you ruined. Now get the fuck out.” He gave her back her shit before she switched on.

  “Stupid bitch,” I mumbled to myself, still in disbelief.

  “And you, nigga, stop fucking with these hoes if you can’t control ’em.” Tony shook his head before sitting down at the mixer.

  “She crazy! How the fuck I’m gon’ control her?”

  “If I have to tell you, that means you the type of muthafucka that needs to be faithful at all times. ’Cause had that hoe thrown some chili on me, her muthafuckin ass would’ve been part of the next batch.”

  This nigga was crazy, talking about making some damn chili out of a human. And the look on his face as he inhaled the blunt let me know he was deadass.

  “You cheated on Rubie?” Rahim had the nerve to pipe in with a perplexed expression.

  “Asks the nigga who cheated on the wife he know he can’t live without.” I flashed him a scowl before leaving the room to get some paper towel. I wanted to get some of this shit off before getting in my damn car.

  I didn’t care about Frida at all, but I did care about Rubie finding out. And with the way Frida was behaving, it was starting to catch my girl’s attention. If Rubie did learn of my infidelity, my whole fucking world would end.

  25

  Jilly

  I watched from backstage as Ahmad Drake did an interview with this popular TV host Michaela. He was doing so well, but most importantly, his attire was on point.

  I loved working for Ahmad because he was cool, never fought me on my suggestions like a lot of people, and the pay was super great. The only downside was I couldn’t even come home to my man to brag about it, because he would kill my ass if he knew I was working for Ahmad. But I figured once I’d been styling him for a while, I could break it to Nehemiah and he would see nothing was going on between my client and I. Plus, I was pregnant, so this nigga couldn’t go too far, or my brother and I would kill him. I smiled thinking about how much of a genius I was.

  “You did so good!” I congratulated Ahmad when he stepped backstage. He caught me off guard when he hugged me, lifting me from the floor.

  “Thank you. And you were right about this Saint Laurent suit. I kept peeping myself in the monitor, and I was fly.” He winked after he put me down.

  “Well is there anything else you need me for? If not, I can go ahead and leave.”

  He waved for me to follow him, so I did. Once we got closer to his dressing room, out of earshot for most, he began talking.

  “I’m a little hungry and was wondering if you’d come eat with me. It’ll be my treat.”

  “Uh…” I was starving because I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, due to his busy schedule today and having to make sure his outfits looked exactly how I’d pictured them. On top of that, I was pregnant, so I felt like a complete glutton anytime food was mentioned. “I can’t. I should get home.”

  “Where do you live?”

  “West Hollywood.”

  “That’s going to take you a while, especially with all of the traffic. Why don’t we eat, and by the time we finish, traffic will have died out, and you can breeze home.”

  That sounded smart to me.

  “Sure, okay.”
I nodded.

  “Great. Let me call the car to come around and then get my things.” He kissed my cheek.

  Standing there, I adjusted my Chanel purse then texted Nehemiah that I would be home late. Just when my phone buzzed, Ahmad came from his dressing room, telling me to come on, so I dropped my phone back into my bag.

  “So where are we headed?”

  “To this great steakhouse inside of my hotel.”

  “Oh, I think I saw it when I brought your outfits to you this afternoon.” I’d never been so excited to eat.

  The black truck drove us around to the side of the hotel, which was the entrance to the Rose Steakhouse. Ahmad opened the door for me, and after talking with the hostess, we were taken to a private table in back of the restaurant. Ahmad ordered a bottle of wine for us, but I just got a sparkling water to keep my stomach settled.

  “I’m surprised a woman like you doesn’t drink.” He smirked, sipping his red wine.

  “Woman like me?” I raised a brow, moving back some to allow the appetizers to be set down. He’d ordered chicken dumplings and some kind of shrimp that had me salivating just at the smell.

  “Yes. You seem very free spirited.”

  “I am free spirited. I’m just not in a drinking mood. I feel like alcohol throws me off of my game sometimes, and I want to be focused.” I conjured up a whole lie. I drank like a fish usually, but it wasn’t worth something happening to my baby.

  “I feel you. So you told me you live in West Hollywood, a luxury apartment?”

  “No. My boyfriend and I own a condo off of Crescent Heights.” After I replied, Ahmad’s brows went up.

  “Crescent Heights, huh? So you were already rich before I hired you, I’m guessing.”

  “I was making great money, yes, but my boyfriend is a music video director.”

  “Who?”

  “Nehemiah.”

  “Ah, yes, I have heard of him. Didn’t he used to date some girl that has a fitness line or something?”

  “He did, but a long ass time ago. I’ve been his girl for a while now.”