She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Feisty.” Ahmad laughed, making me calm down some and join him in it.

  We both ordered steak, mashed potatoes, and asparagus for dinner, then preordered some cheesecake to have later on.

  “So there is no special woman in your life, Ahmad?” I munched on my food. It was so good. No wonder this shit was expensive.

  “No, not at the moment. I haven’t quite found what I need.” He stared at me knowingly.

  “I am very sure you will come across it soon. You’re a good-looking guy, you’re rich; I mean, I’m surprised the girls aren’t falling all over you.”

  “They are, but not the ones I would bring home to my mama.”

  “I see.” I smiled. “Would you excuse me? I have to pee.” I hopped up before he could say anything and rushed off as if I knew where the bathroom was.

  I actually did have to pee, but I wanted to get out of that conversation we were having. It was making me feel bad for lying to Nehemiah when he specifically told me Ahmad would start to like me.

  A waitress I saw located the bathroom for me, so I hurried to it. I drained my bladder, which was beyond euphoric, and then wiped before flushing, using my foot. As I came out to wash my hands, I noticed someone standing against the door. I almost jumped out of my skin seeing Star’s crazy ass.

  “Hi, Jilly.” She laughed.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you? What are you doing all the way out here?”

  “I followed you early this morning when you skipped out of the house.” She shrugged one shoulder as if her ass didn’t sound insane.

  “Star, it is literally six thirty p.m. Why the fuck are you still following me? Who trails someone all day?”

  “Someone like me.” She came around to my other side. “I noticed you were having dinner with a new boo.”

  “He is not a new boo. He’s one of my clients.”

  “Wow, you eat dinner at romantic places with all of your clients? Or just the tall, fine ass ones?”

  “No. It’s a lot of traffic, and we were both hungry. You know, with me pregnant and all, I can’t exactly go long periods without food.” I taunted her, using some soap to clean my hands.

  “Right. yeah. Well I wonder what Nehemiah will think about his pregnant girlfriend having a late night dinner and drinks with Ahmad Drake.”

  “Star—”

  “Oh my gosh, Jilly, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She burst into a deep cackle. “Looks like I hit the sweet spot with that comment. Now let’s see… Which picture should I shoot over to my baby daddy?”

  “You stupid bitch.” I tried to grab her phone, but she held it up in the air. She was taller than me, so there was no way I’d reach it.

  I thought about punching her, but I didn’t want to fight anybody this early in my pregnancy. I remembered Camarih telling me how many nights she stayed up crying after miscarrying, and I knew I couldn’t handle it.

  “This one is good.” She showed me the picture where Ahmad was helping me out of the car with his hand at the small of my back.

  “Star, do not send him that, please.” I dried my hands.

  “Why would I do you any favors, Jilly? You came in and stole my man, breaking up my family… seems like I owe it to you.”

  “A man cannot be stolen, Star.” I stared at her, and she stared back at me, unconvinced. “Fine. What do you want?”

  “For you to get an abortion.”

  “Are you fucking crazy? There is no nigga in the world I want that badly, not even Nehemiah.”

  Star rolled her eyes.

  “Well then I guess he’s going to get these pictures.”

  “Fine then, Star, send them if you want to.” I played it cool, even though I was shaking in my heels.

  “Okay, how about you just break up with him and tell him he and I have a connection that you two could never have.”

  “If I would agree to that, then I wouldn’t care if he saw the photos, you dummy.” I sucked my teeth and then darted for the door to leave.

  “You’re gonna regret this, bitch!” she shouted, but I waved her off.

  During the rest of my dinner with Ahmad, I was on edge. I couldn’t even really enjoy my dessert and was happy when that black truck had taken me back to get my car at the hotel.

  “Don’t forget next week,” Ahmad reminded me as he stood at the entrance of the hotel while I waited for valet.

  “I won’t.” I half smiled.

  Finally, the valet guy appeared with my Range Rover, so I gave him a tip and then fled home. When I got there, it was a quarter until nine. I sniffed my clothes and hair, making sure none of Ahmad’s strong cologne had seeped in.

  I entered the condo soundlessly, removing my heels once inside. Creeping up the stairs, I breathed quietly, listening for any sound of Nehemiah or Timothy. It was pretty early for Nehemiah to be asleep, but I was sure Timothy was knocked out.

  Finally, I turned the knob to our bedroom, and the sight before me was shocking.

  “Where you been?” Nehemiah asked, climbing out of the bed.

  The room had rose petals everywhere, and it was clear he’d set it out for me for some reason.

  “I told you I would be h-home late.” I set my bag on the dresser near the door before shutting it.

  “I texted you back and asked could you try to get here on time.”

  “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I saw you replied, but I got sidetracked and then forgot to check my phone again.”

  “You been out all night and forgot to check and see if I replied?” His brows furrowed. His sexy face was in distress. I could see the redness peering through his brown skin due to his anger.

  “Time just flew by me, and I didn’t realize it.”

  I wasn’t sure if Star had tattled yet, because it was hard for me to read the room. Right now, it appeared like Nehemiah was only angry about me missing his grand gesture.

  “What was you doing?”

  “I was working, what else?”

  “Working for who? Because I hit Tony up, so I know it’s none of his artists.”

  “You do know that I work with other people, ones who aren’t connected to Tony Wacko, right?” I began removing my clothes. I needed a bath.

  Sitting down on the chaise, Nehemiah sighed, watching me undress.

  “Jilly, you can’t do shit like this.”

  “I texted you—”

  “Yeah, a vague ass text saying you’d be home late. Then when I hit you back, I don’t get a response! Had I done that shit, you’d be calling yo’ brother to murk me!”

  That was facts.

  “I know. I’m really sorry, baby.” I came his way, only in my bra and panties. “And the room looks beautiful.”

  “No it don’t,” he replied sadly. “Shit looked better three hours ago.”

  I lifted his head by his chin to make him look into my eyes as I stood over him.

  “What was all of this for?”

  “It don’t matter no more. I’m not in the mood.” Again, he dropped his head.

  I got down onto my knees so I that I could see his face that way, since he wouldn’t cooperate.

  “How can I get you back in the mood?”

  “I don’t know, Jilly. I’m irritated. Go do whatever you was about to do.” He stood up.

  I let him step over me and go to the bed where he began clearing the roses off. I felt like a horrible person.

  After a while, I got up to take a shower since it was quicker than a bath, then brushed my teeth. When I came back out into the room, it was all cleaned up, except for the one bouquet on the nightstand nearest me.

  Picking it up, I sniffed the flowers, then got in the bed next to Nehemiah, still holding them.

  “Baby, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know I was gone that long.” I stared at the side of his face. His attention was on the TV, which was the news at the moment.

  Since he didn’t say anything, I put the flowers back on my nightstand then slipped my hand under the covers and down his boxers.
r />   “Jilly, nah.” He tried to move my hand, but I swiftly dipped under the comforter.

  “Nah, what?” I asked, still fondling him.

  Quickly, his dick hardened, even though he was trying to stop me, but I put him in my mouth. He tossed the covers back some to look down at me as I sucked slowly but sloppily.

  “Jilly.” He breathed heavily. “Fuck.”

  I reached to toy with his balls while still sucking him, but harder and faster. When his dick was reminiscent of steele, I knew he was about to cum, so I got up and slid down on him. His eyes widened at the feeling, making me smile evilly as I rocked my hips. His moans reached an octave I’d never heard before, and just as I released, his fingertips dug into my skin while he exploded.

  “You forgive me?” I leaned down in his face to suck his lips while he was still inside.

  “You know I do.”

  Chuckling happily, I got off of him to clean myself, pee, and then brush my teeth yet again. He came to do the same, then I got back in the bed.

  “What are you doing?” I asked when he went to get something out of his top drawer.

  “What I planned to do when you stood me up.”

  “I didn’t stand you up, baby. I didn’t know.” I watched him as he walked over to my side of the bed.

  “I wanted to give you this.” He kneeled down, showing me a ring sitting inside a ring box.

  “Is this what I think it is?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So my brother approved?”

  “Yes, Jilly.” He chuckled. “He said it looked expensive so it was cool for me to ask you. Only then did I tell him about the baby.”

  “Yay!” I tried to grab the ring, but Nehemiah moved it from my grasp, making my smile fade.

  “Let me ask you.”

  “Okay.” I straightened up, excited.

  “Jilly Terranova, will you—”

  “Yes! Now put it on!” I screeched, while Nehemiah laughed, shaking his head.

  He slipped the ring down onto my finger and then kissed me slowly. I pulled him into the bed with me so that he was in between my legs.

  “I love yo’ crazy ass.”

  “I love you too.” I giggled.

  As we tongued one another down, his phone began ringing, so he paused to look at it on his side before rolling off me. He grabbed it from his nightstand, checked it, then put it back down.

  “Come here.” He tugged me over.

  “Who was that?”

  “Just Star.” He planted pecks on my neck.

  “For what?”

  “I don’t know, Jilly. I didn’t answer. I’ll call her back sometime tomorrow.”

  I could not let that whore ruin what I was building with Nehemiah, but I didn’t know how to make her ass go away.

  Later in the week…

  “I definitely prefer the gray one versus the blue.” I stood behind Ahmad as he looked himself over in the mirror.

  “Why?” he quizzed.

  “Blue looks a bit dingy to me, and not as debonair. The gray screams wealthy, successful, and mature.”

  “You’re right. I don’t know why I question you; you’re the professional.”

  “Exactly.”

  I started to help him out of the jacket, just as his phone rang.

  “Excuse me.” He stepped down off the elevated stool.

  I watched as he spoke lowly on the phone, frowning here and there, then again looking worried. I tried to appear as if I was minding my own business, but it was hard for a nosy bitch like myself.

  As I began hanging up some of the stuff he’d already tried on, Ahmad finished his conversation and hung up. Sitting down, he looked stressed, letting me know whomever was on the other side of that phone call had delivered some bad news.

  Usually I stayed out of clients’ business, which was a lot for someone like me, but I saw Ahmad as a friend. He was one of my favorites because he was always respectful, he listened, and most importantly was on time. A lot of my celebrity clients were full of themselves, often rude, and arrived hours late to appointments with me as if I didn’t have a life of my own, but would be on speakerphone allowing me hear all the dirty details of their personal lives as I couldn’t use it against them.

  “Hey, are you okay?” I finally inquired, sitting down next to him.

  For a little bit, Ahmad ignored me, still staring down at the marble floors of the room in his house where we did most of his fittings.

  “Jilly, we’re cool, right?” He finally spoke, turning to look at me slowly. His hooded brown eyes gave off an intense stare.

  “Yes, I’d like to think so.”

  “So I can trust you?”

  “Yes, of course. Is everything okay?” Now my ass was nervous.

  “That was my publicist, and she basically told me in so many words that my image is in jeopardy because of my personal life.”

  “Your personal life? I don’t understand.”

  Inhaling and promptly exhaling, Ahmad closed his eyes before regaining eye contact. He turned his body more toward me to open up.

  “Jilly, you don’t get a specific vibe from me?”

  “What kind of vibe? Ahmad, I’d just wish you’d tell me. I’m not that smart sometimes.”

  Tittering softly, he said, “I’m gay.”

  “Oh shit!” I covered my mouth. “No, I didn’t mean to say that, I umm—”

  “It’s cool. Anyway, I keep that part of my life secret. I’m not necessarily in the closet, because I don’t sleep with or date women at all, but I’m also not public with it.”

  No wonder this nigga knew more brands than me. No wonder he was talking about how he hadn’t found what he was looking for in women. I felt slightly embarrassed at the fact that I was sure he was starting to like me.

  “So what, your publicist doesn’t want you to be gay?”

  “Well she believes it’ll ruin my career if it comes out. The media and fans are starting to get suspicious because I’ve never had a girlfriend or any type of romantic relationship in my decade old career. I used to chuck it up to me being too young, but I’m thirty-two now, so I’m starting to get the side-eye.”

  He was right. Before I’d even started working for him, I’d heard his name come up a few times. No, he was never called gay or anything, but people always wondered why such a good-looking, young, talented man didn’t have a woman in his life. I just thought he had a bunch of hoes he was secretly smashing, and didn’t see any of them as worthy of accompanying him to a red carpet yet. But now, it all made sense.

  “I see. I can’t believe that even in two thousand twenty, your career would be ruined.”

  “Right but being black and gay is not as accepted in Hollywood as people try to make it seem.”

  “Wow, I’m so sorry, Ahmad. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? I bake really good chocolate chip cookies.”

  “That sounds amazing.” He laughed. “But there is something you could do for me, and I’d even be willing to pay you for it.”

  “Uh, what is it?” I knew it wasn’t sex because the nigga just told me he liked dick, but what in the world could I do for him that would cause for compensation?

  “Would you be willing to pretend to date me? I would pay you ten thousand per event, and you know I do a lot of those. Literally, all you’d have to do is show up to those events and be seen out with me leisurely a few times. I’ll pay for your clothes, hair, makeup, and everything.”

  “Ahmad, I’m in a relationship with another celebrity. How would that work?”

  “You guys aren’t all over the media like your brother and his wife, or Eitan and his wife. Maybe just say you guys broke it off. I’d be willing to pay him, too, if required. I just really need you to do this for me, Jilly, please.”

  “I don’t know—”

  “Please, Jilly, as my friend.”

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  26

  Tony Wacko

  Just as I finished a call, I saw Camarih come ou
t of the bathroom in her favorite: a short ass silk robe. She smelled good, and her scent was already in the fucking air.

  “Come here.” I gripped her wrist when she came by me to get that little shit she used to tie her hair up.

  “What?” She giggled as I brought her between my legs.

  Untying her robe, I slipped my hands inside it to hold her hips. Her stomach was protruding slightly, but her shape was still on point, like always.

  “Look who’s starting to show up.” I kissed her small round pudge.

  “I know. I can still conceal it at the moment, but not for long.” She caressed the back of my head as I listened. “Hear anything?”

  “Yeah, what I usually fucking hear. Cuz in there Crip walking.”

  “Stop saying that, Houston!” She laughed. “It’s a girl watch.”

  “Then her ass a muthafuckin dike. I know the Crip walk pattern when I hear it, and cuz in there hittin’ that shit.”

  “Okay, get away from me.” She grinned, stepping back to close her robe.

  “I’m about to bounce, but when you get done with your day, come eat with me at the club.” I walked to the door of our bedroom.

  “Why?”

  “Because yo’ nigga wanna fucking eat with you, is that cool? Fuck you mean why?”

  “No, baby, it’s just usually when you leave this late, you’re pretty busy for the whole day.”

  Getting in her face, I pinned her to the wall as she giggled shyly.

  “Well today, I’m not.” I kissed her. “I’m never to busy for you. You remember that shit, aight?”

  “I know. I was joking, daddy.” She hugged my torso, tilting her head for another kiss.

  “Why you have to talk like when I’m about to leave? My dick is hard.”

  “It can’t possibly be hard, Houston, I only—wow.” She stopped when I put it against her leg to show her ass I wasn’t fucking around. “You are such a nasty freak. How do you get hard that quick?”

  “Because I love you, you fine as fuck, and you talking that shit I like.” I pressed my lips to her neck after every reason, making her chuckle sensually.

  “Go. I have to get the baby ready, and I don’t have time for a nap this morning, especially if you want me to be available to eat later.”