“Nehemiah!”
I heard her repeatedly calling my name, but I knew if I kept talking to or looking at her, I might say something I’d regret.
The picture of her at that dinner table with him was fucking with me something serious. Jilly didn’t have the best track record as far as fidelity went, so all I was feeling like right now was Vernon number two. I could only imagine the shit she was telling him when she came home after getting fucked by me all night. I was probably her friend at one point too.
Once in my car, I sped off. I’d thought about taking Timothy with me, but he would be good with Jilly. She may have been a cheater, but she was a good person and mother figure.
Mother figure… now I was wondering if that damn baby was mine. Nah, she started working for him after she got pregnant. But how did I know that? I didn’t even know when she began being his stylist, with her lying ass. Shit.
After a minute of cruising, I ended up driving between the gates of Roxie’s mansion. This was the first place I thought to go, thinking about Jilly and her friend Ahmad.
Climbing out of my car, I rang Roxie’s doorbell, and after a couple minutes, she opened the door.
“Nehemiah? I’m confused.”
“I know. I just wanted to see if I could come in and talk.”
“Umm, sure.” She welcomed me in and closed the door behind me. “What did you want to talk about?”
I picked her up, putting her legs around my waist, making her smile seductively. Carrying her up the stairs, I let her direct me to her bedroom, then put her down on her large bed. I removed her dress and damn near drooled at the sight of her body, as if I hadn’t seen it before.
“Damn,” I mumbled.
Giggling, she used her pointer finger to tell me to come get on the bed with her, so I did, spreading her legs wide and feeling my dick get hard.
Just as I got ready to kiss her, I dropped my head.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t.” I rolled off then sat on the edge of the bed to put my face into my hands. “Fuck!”
“Why, is something wrong?” She gripped my shoulders from behind and peered around to see my face.
“No, nothing is wrong, especially not with you. This just ain’t me.”
Roxie got off of the bed and put her dress back on as she stood in front of me.
“Not a cheater, huh?”
“Nah. It’s never really been my thing, but I especially can’t do it to Jilly, no matter how much I want to right now.”
Roxie smiled softly.
“Even though it’s probably annoying, and even though I was really in the mood to fuck you, I admire that.”
“I want to apologize for what I said at your party last weekend. I really ain’t mean for it to come out that way. I was just trying to explain that the only reason I admitted to possibly dating you, if I was single, was because I saw how sad you were. I still meant what I said, but I just wouldn’t have said it had you not been upset. I would’ve kept it to myself.”
“I see.” She rubbed the side of my face as she looked down into my eyes.
Taking her hands, I added, “But I’m with Jilly, and I love Jilly. I don’t want to be with anybody else but her. That’s who I’m made for and vice versa, same way you’re made for somebody. It ain’t me though. You understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Thank you for always pumping my head up. It’s helped me in getting over Mac because I know I can find better. Seeing you and how you love Jilly, gives me hope.”
Together, we chortled.
“Okay, good.” I got up. “Sorry for all this. I shouldn’t have come over here.”
“I’m glad you did.” She got back onto her bed. “I guess I will see you around.”
“Yeah, I think we work well together.”
“I agree. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” I left her bedroom and eventually her house.
I drove right back home but sat in the car for about twenty minutes before heading inside. I took my ass up the stairs, checked on Timothy, who I realized Jilly had put to bed, then I went back into the bedroom I shared with her to see her putting that long hair into a braid. When I first walked in, we made eye contact, but she promptly focused back on the TV.
“Can you cut the light back off please?” She finished her braid and got under the covers.
“Yeah.” I hit the switch then walked over to her side of the bed to take a seat. “I’m sorry for what I said to you, baby, but you have to understand where I’m coming from.”
“I do, Nehemiah, but you have to realize that Ahmad won’t be the last man to need or want my services. I can’t turn down every job that involves the male species. Same way I don’t expect you to not shoot videos for women.”
“You’re absolutely right. I guess it’s because of how we started, it has me on edge a little bit.”
“You are not Vernon, and Vernon was definitely not you. How can you not see the vast difference between you?”
“I know. I know.” I shook my head at myself. “I was wrong for trying to control who you work with due to my own insecurities, but lying to me, Jilly, and then going out to eat with him late at night, ain’t cool.”
“It’s not, and I’m sorry. But I promise you, it was innocent. You know I’m not easily swayed or manipulated, so if I was eating with him, there was good and valid reasoning.”
“Yeah, but I just think all the unnecessary time spent with him should be cut out. I can guarantee he is going to start liking you if you hang with him outside of work.”
“I can guarantee he won’t.”
“No you can’t—”
“He’s gay, Nehemiah. He admitted it to me, so contrary to popular belief, I am not his type.”
“Oh… shit.”
“Yeah, but don’t say anything. He told me this in confidence. I hadn’t planned to tell you, but since you’re so gung-ho on thinking he will try to make a move, I decided to.”
That was a huge ass relief.
“You forgive me?”
“Of course. Do you forgive me?”
“Always.” I leaned closer to her for a kiss. “I love you.”
“I know you do.”
“Jilly, come on, man.”
“Okay. I love you too, sexy.”
“Oh, I’m sexy?” I pulled the covers off of her and stood up to start undressing.
“You are, very.” She removed her nightgown.
When I was naked, I slid her panties off and got on top of her.
“Well I got some sexy shit to show you?”
Smirking, Jilly cut the TV off, using the remote, just before I slipped my tongue into her mouth and my dick inside of her body.
Tonight was crazy, but in a weird ass way… much needed.
31
Camarih
“So what are these types of nails called?” Rubie asked me. She’d come over, so I had my nail lady and her assistant make a house trip to hook us up.
I’d been getting my nails done by Grace for years now, and because of me, she’d been able to get a shop in a better location and have higher prices, although she still charged me the original fee.
I always posted my nails on my story, and people always asked who I went to. After a while, Grace was popping, so her thank you to me was making house visits whenever I wanted.
“It’s an après set,” I replied.
We were seated in the den that was set up specifically for me. The other one was for Tony, and we used it much more since it had a bar and all that manly stuff. I still enjoyed mine because it was girly and so relaxing to be in. It was a perfect spot to put my baby to sleep when he was cranky.
“I’ve never had this before, but I think I like it better.”
“Yes. It’s the only thing I get now. It lasts much longer and just looks cleaner in my opinion.” I watched as Grace filed away at my nails, glancing at Rubie here and there. “How are you lately?”
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“Just okay? You recently got married; I would think you’d be happy. Is something wrong with work?”
“Nope. Work is perfect.” Rubie let out an exasperated sigh then said, “Eitan cheated.”
“What? Are you sure? Don’t believe what these hoes tell you, Rubie.”
“He admitted it to me. He told me he got head from his ex Frida when he had a show in Vegas.”
I admit I was surprised because Eitan was all about Rubie. He loved her so much that what she was telling me was hard to believe, even though I knew she was being honest.
“I can’t even picture him doing that to you.”
“Me either. I’ve been waiting to wake up from a nightmare. I feel so dumb because I trusted him too much. I had way too much faith in him, when he’s a rapper; they all cheat.”
“Did he say why he did it? This is just out of character for him.”
“Because he wasn’t getting it at home. He’s such a fucking pig.” Rubie frowned hard as she watched Grace’s assistant Hannah work on her nails.
“Wo—”
“Hey, ladies!” Jilly came in. She was the only person who had a key to our house and her fingerprint in the unlock system.
“Hey!” Rubie and I said in unison. I gave her a look, letting her know we’d finish the conversation later.
“Ooh this is some bougie shit right here, getting your nails done in the house?” Jilly plopped down onto my cream colored couch.
“Shut up.” I laughed.
Jilly, Rubie, and I talked for the duration of the nail visit, and as soon as Grace and Hannah left, I got my baby situated then made us a late lunch to eat.
“Who the hell is she talking about?” Jilly showed me her phone screen. The three of us were relaxing in my den, just chit chatting on a full stomach.
What I saw on her phone was Joy’s story post. She’d typed ‘Wow my ex is having another baby’ with a laughing emoji. I frowned, wondering who she was talking about because, one, Tony wasn’t her ex. He was just fucking her. And two, no one knew about me being pregnant yet. I planned to tell next week.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged as Jilly allowed Rubie to read it. “Wait, maybe she’s referring to that rumor going around at The Pink Cherry.”
“What rumor?” Jilly perked up, and so did Rubie.
“Somehow, a rumor is going around that Tony impregnated one of the girls who work there.” I waved it off. “But we all know that is a lie.”
“Yeah, it is. They’re probably talking about Nala.” Jilly scrolled on her phone like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb.
“Nala?” Rubie and I inquired at the same time.
“Yeah. She got pregnant by her boo, well ex-boo now, and she said she wished it was Tony’s, but since it wasn’t, she got an abortion.”
I felt sick to my stomach hearing this.
“Tony knows she said this?” Rubie asked just what I was about to.
“Yeah, I told him. He said he didn’t care what she did with that baby; he was more worried about wasting money.” Jilly giggled, but I didn’t find shit funny.
The nigga had told me everything but that little part about the hoe wishing the baby was his. I had really been trying to leave the whole Nala shit alone because it was business, but that bitch was doing way too much. It was one thing to like my man, you couldn’t help the shit, and as long as you kept it to yourself, I wouldn’t care. I couldn’t control who liked him, but going as far as aborting a baby because it wasn’t his was some other shit.
“Well, ladies, I have to get somewhere.” I rose up.
“Oh, okay.” Rubie stood as well, picking up her son’s carrier on the way. He was adorable and so well behaved.
“Where are you going?” Jilly quizzed as she slipped her feet into her Fendi slides.
“An errand. I will talk to you two later.” I rushed out and headed up the stairs to get my son. He was knocked out the entire time I bundled him up. He had a lot of hair now and looked even more identical to his father.
We left the house, and I made a trip to Tony’s main studio, which was in the hood. I sure did drive my damn Rolls-Royce, because I knew no one would bother it. Everybody knew whose girl I was, and unless they were contemplating suicide by proxy, then they wouldn’t fuck with me.
I put Houston in his stroller and then entered the studio. It was about 7 p.m. at the moment, so the streetlights were on outside. Making my way down the hallway, I heard a few voices, so when I stepped in, I smiled, seeing Rahim, Abel, and then that new artist Brooklen.
“Where is Houston?” I asked after Rahim, Abel, Brooklen, and I exchanged greetings.
“Oh, he went to get the food. He’ll be back in a second.” Abel checked his watch.
“Alright.” I went to sit down on the couch, parking my baby’s stroller to the side of me. I kept him covered up.
“I don’t think we’ve ever formally met,” Brooklen spoke. She was on the couch next to the one I was seated on.
“No, I guess not, but nice to meet you.”
“You too.” I felt her staring at me, so I knew there was more to come. “You’re so beautiful; you look just like your pictures on social media.”
“Thank you.” I chuckled. The men were wrapped up in their own conversation, playing the music low, which I appreciated since my baby was asleep.
“I use your products too, and they smell so bomb.” Brooklen cheesed. “You know you and Tony are a cute couple. It must be nice to have a beautiful, smart woman, and it must be nice to have a handsome, rich, smart, and protective man.”
Turning to face Brooklen, I smiled and said, “Thanks again. I know you don’t know me well. However, I want to make it clear that Houston is a married man. So whatever you think might happen—it won’t. You can try, because I am sure you will, but all that’s going to happen is he’s going to embarrass you. Then on top of that, if I find out that you tried, I’m going to beat your ass on sight. The only pussy he’s interested in is mine, which is why he put this big rock on my finger.
“Now what I suggest is that you forego trying to get a taste of that dick, which belongs to me, and prevent a very terrible ass whooping. But whatever you decide, just know the outcome will be the same; you wishing you knew what that dick was like, while I’m home riding it. You can do that with or without your teeth.” I got up. “Have a goodnight, Brooklen, and I wish you much success so that my man can keep getting them coins. I need a new whip and some diamonds.” I winked at her as I pushed my son out of the studio room, leaving that thirsty bitch dazed and confused. I heard Rahim and Abel snickering like schoolgirls at her expense.
I decided to wait in the hallway to get away from Brooklen, and after about five minutes, I saw Tony step in. Of course, puppy dog Nala was right behind him, with her pitiful ass.
“Hey, baby, what you doing here?” Tony came to kiss me, and the only reason I let him was because that hoe was watching.
“Can I help you? Take this damn food and keep walking, bitch, before it’s round two!” I snapped when Nala just stood there like she needed Tony to escort her into the studio room.
“Aye aye, what the fuck!” Tony shouted when I pulled one of his guns from the rear waist of my jeans. I brought it just in case that bitch was here.
“Ah—“ Nala screeched at the sight of the firearm, but quickly shut up out of fear just as Tony snatched it from me.
She hurried off after Tony gave her the big brown bag before tucking the gun.
“Camarih—”
“Why the fuck is she with you? We had a whole conversation, and you promised to cut down time with this bitch, but now y’all going on food trips together? You got me fucked up!”
“No, you got me fucked up, coming in here yelling and shit. Calm yo’ ass down.” Tony spoke through clenched teeth as he towered over me. “I left to get the food, and the bitch followed me. I ain’t think it was that muthafuckin deep. Ain’t like I drove and allowed the hoe in my fucking car; I walked, and she walked
too. You know damn well I’m not fucking that hoe. And after you beat her ass in front of all them people, she ain’t tried shit.”
“Oh right, she’s over you, but she went and got an abortion because the baby wasn’t yours. You know what? You might as well be with the bitch because it seems like you just can’t stay away.” I started to leave since I felt tears coming up.
“Aye, bring yo’ ass back over here.” Tony put his arm around my torso and brought me into him so that he could hug me tightly. “It’s not that fucking serious, Camarih. You already know where my head is at, so why you even worried about her ass? I haven’t done shit with the bitch in years, and I’m not interested in doing shit.” He pulled back some to look down into my eyes before he kissed me. “I love the fuck outta you, girl. A nigga is all about you twenty-four-seven.”
“Make her leave,” I whimpered. “Or I’m gonna go beat her up right now.”
He laughed for a second, looking oh so fine.
“Aight. But look,” he gripped my jaw, while his other arm had my body locked against his, “make this the last time you come in my shit talking crazy, you hear me? I love you, but I’m still crazy as shit and still liable to slap a muthafucka up. You remember who the fuck yo’ nigga is before you roll through here on some bullshit.”
“Yes, daddy.” I kissed his neck, making his fine ass smirk and nibble on his lip.
He kissed me again, nastily, still holding my jaw, then said, “Now I wanna eat ya pussy.” I felt my clit thump, even though I was still mad at him. “Go in that room and wait for me while I put this hoe out.”
“Okay.” I did just what I was told, taking the stroller with me, and minutes later, Tony joined me, eating my pussy so good I came five times back to back.
Mac was able to get his secret of liking me out in the open, even though I’d blocked him. One of those nosy blogs reposted a picture of me, and he just had to comment saying ‘she’s so damn sexy’. Of course, they ran with that, reposting it and tagging Tony all in the comments. It was a nightmare when it first happened, and although Tony didn’t reply or comment, he let me know he had plans for Mac.
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