“She the homie.”
“The homie? Since when do you hang with girls that pretty and don’t fuck them, Tony?”
“Ain’t say I didn’t fuck.” I got up to get some food.
“Ugh.” Jilly rolled her eyes. “She’s beautiful, and she seems low-key.”
I was on Camarih enough; I didn’t need my sister pointing out her good traits.
My phone rang on the coffee table as soon as I returned with my plate and sat down. I saw it was Joy, so I hit ignore.
“She loves you, bro.” Jilly laughed with her ghetto ass.
“Yeah man, why you be dogging Joy like that?” Carter piped in, setting his empty plate on the coffee table.
“Nigga, if you got a problem with it, why don’t you start fucking her?”
“Nah, it’s not even like that. I just feel like she’s a sweet, beautiful girl, and she loves you like Jilly said, so why not wife her? That shit is hard to find.”
“Her being in love with me ain’t got shit to do with me, bruh. I don’t want the bitch, and when I do, it’s only to fuck. Now be my guest and wife her if you want to ’cause I really don’t give a fuck.” I stared his ass in the eyes. “Or if it really bothers you, we can square the fuck up.”
“Tony, stop.” Jilly touched my shoulder. “Carter, he don’t want Joy because he’s in love with Camarih.”
“Aye, kill it, Jilly.” I glanced at her foolish ass as she died laughing.
I didn’t need nobody wishing that love plague on a nigga.
“Okay, okay, well can I meet her so I can ask her how I can get her same body? I’m too broke for a BBL. She so fine but don’t be thotting on the gram. If I looked like that, I’d be doing all types of shi—I’m kidding!” She shouted, cackling when I yanked her ponytail.
I continued chilling with my sister and cousin for a little bit, and I could tell Carter was still peeved. I’d already told his ass what he could do though, so he needed to take those options or shut the fuck up.
I left the house around 9 p.m., and since I didn’t have to do shit until tomorrow evening, I couldn’t help but to hit Camarih up.
“You didn’t reply to my text.” She picked up.
“I did. I told you I wanted to eat you.” I licked my lips, coming to a stop at the red light.
“No. I replied after that.”
“My bad, Buttascotch. You wanna just tell me in person?” I couldn’t come right out and say I wanted to see her ass.
“You want me to just come over, or spend the night with you?”
“The latter. You know I don’t like letting yo’ ass leave.” I shook my head at my words as I neared her mama’s house.
“Okay. I will pack a bag.” I could hear her smiling.
“Aight. I’m gonna be outside in like five minutes.”
I was anxious as fuck to see her ass, so I got out of the car to smoke. By the time I was finished, I heard her front door close, so I popped some gum into my mouth. I watched as she came toward me wearing tights that hugged her thighs and hips, a short t-shirt that showed her toned stomach, and those Adidas Jessica mentioned her buying. Shit was simple, but Camarih could rock anything.
“Hi.” She dropped her bag and jumped on me.
“You stay doing corny shit.” I held her up by her plump ass before she pressed her lips to mine.
We kissed for a little bit before I let her down, grabbing her bag to throw into the back seat. She had me opening doors for her ass, so once she was safely in my passenger seat, I shut the door.
Once we were on the road, listening to music, I felt her small hands in my lap, trying to unbuckle my jeans.
“You missed me, huh?”
“Something like that.” I attempted to move her hands on the sly, but it didn’t work. Jessica had sucked me up earlier, and I needed to shower before I let Camarih do the same shit. I usually wouldn’t care, but like I said, Camarih had me on some other shit.
“You don’t want me to?” She finally caught on.
“I do, but I been in the streets all day. I need to clean up before all that other shit.”
“You been in the streets or a hoe?”
I pulled into my driveway then cut the car off before exiting without answering.
3
Camarih
I watched Tony pull and lock his gate before getting my bag out of the back seat then opening my door.
“You gon’ get out?”
“I guess. But don’t touch me.” I slipped past him and walked up to his door to wait for him to let us in.
Walking up the stairs with my bag over his shoulder, he looked so good. I loved his height and build plus all of those tattoos.
“Come here.” He pulled me close before backing me against the space next to his front door. He smelled bomb as hell. Gripping my ass in his hands, he pecked my lips then my neck before saying, “Ain’t we agree to just be close?”
“If we’re just close, then why did you lie?”
“Because I knew yo’ ass was gon’ have an attitude, and I wanna have a good night with you.”
“I’m not mad. I don’t expect certain things anymore.” I glanced off for a second.
“Fuck you mean?”
“All that happy ending crap is not meant for me. I don’t expect us to fall in love or for you to treat me like some queen or whatever women are into nowadays. That’s for other people, not me. Things that make me happy, I don’t get them, and when I do get them, they don’t last.”
Tony’s brows dipped as he stared down at me. A few moments passed before he took my hand and led me inside. Placing my bag down, he sat on the couch and then brought me into his lap.
“Why you think that?” He finally spoke.
“Because that’s how life has been working for me. The only person who cared about me was killed, and people I thought cared, like my ex best friend or Prince, really don’t at all.” I didn’t want to cry in front of him or in front of anyone. I hated sympathy, but I couldn’t help but to speak my mind at the moment.
“I care about you.” Tony kissed my neck.
“No, you care about me as far as wanting to fuck me, not the kind I’m talking about.” I looked off at his clean carpet.
“I slapped a bitch today for saying she thought about jumping you.” He made me face him, and I began chuckling.
“You’re lying.”
“Swear to fucking God I’m not. Yeah, I enjoy getting up inside you, Camarih, but all this other shit, I wouldn’t be doing if I ain’t give a fuck.”
I couldn’t believe he’d actually done that for me. Staring him in the face for a little bit, I kissed him then turned to straddle his lap. Like always, his hands went right to my ass, giving it a hard squeeze.
“Thank you.”
“Who died?”
“My ex boyfriend, years ago. He got robbed and killed right in front of me.”
“Over here?” Tony frowned. He was so fine that I had to kiss him before answering.
“No, in Watts. That’s where I lived from ages eighteen to twenty-one, with my father. But after my boyfriend died, he made me come live in Leimert Park again.”
“Damn. I don’ seen a lot of the homies get gunned down, but I couldn’t imagine it being a muthafucka I chose to be with.” It was quiet then he added, “I can’t believe I ain’t ever seen yo’ fine ass before.” His tongue ran across his bottom lip as he eyed my body.
“You probably had but just forgot.”
“Nah. I wouldn’t forget a bitch that looked like you.”
I loved how he gassed me; it was something new. Driz definitely complimented me, but not the way Tony did. I just didn’t get why he didn’t want to at least try dating seriously.
He texted me all the time, we talked on the phone frequently, and he always wanted to see me. I did all those things too; however, I wasn’t the one claiming I just wanted to be friends. I’d only known him for a little bit, so I wasn’t expecting him to be my man just yet, but I wanted something.
“Why don’t you want a girlfriend? Someone broke your heart?”
“Fuck no. Ain’t shit deep about it. I like to fuck different females and when I want to. I don’t desire to lay up with the same bitch every night and be forced to be faithful to her ass. I want no parts of the shit.”
His words made my heart sink to the pit of my stomach, but what did I expect? Tony was always brutally honest.
“You hungry?” I changed the subject.
“Yeah. You gon’ cook for yo’ nigga?” He gave me that sexy grin.
I rolled my eyes as he kissed on my neck, before stepping out of his lap. I went into his kitchen to see what I could find and decided to make chicken bowls since he had some cutlets, rice, beans, and even some salsa.
While I cooked, I noticed Tony was on his computer working the whole time. I liked how ambitious he was because it made me want to be the same way.
The food was done in about forty-five minutes, so I prepared the bowls then brought them out to the living room where he was. It was still dark, but we, for some reason, ate in it anyway.
“I ain’t know you could cook. You actually seasoned this shit too.” He kissed me.
“I can cook very well, for your information, and most black women season their food.”
“Nah, not really. I don’ ran across a few hoes that didn’t.”
“Is every woman a hoe?”
“Pretty much,” he replied nonchalantly as he stuffed his face.
We finished our food and then smoked together, before brushing our teeth then hopping into the shower. It was steamy as hell already, but us kissing made it even hotter.
I didn’t think this man couldn’t get any more good looking, but seeing the shower water run down his tall frame was a sight for sore eyes. I wanted to leave him alone since he wasn’t offering what I wanted, but for some reason, I couldn’t. I wanted him too badly.
“I’m not really in the mood,” I expressed, thinking about him doing whatever he did with some other bitch earlier.
He paused then asked, “What’s gon’ make you happy?”
Before I could answer, he’d lifted me up, letting the water rain down on both of us, rinsing any leftover soap that may have been there. As soon as I opened my mouth to speak, Tony slid me down onto his dick, filling me up and stretching me. He kept intense eye contact with me as he moved me up and down his dick, our wet bodies colliding together perfectly.
“You.” I whimpered as he suckled my bottom lip into his mouth.
“You sure?” He bit his lip, speeding up.
I couldn’t say anything just yet as the orgasm seized my body. It sounded as if a whole audience was giving a round of applause with the way our bodies clapped together under the warm water. Tony showed my pussy no mercy, gripping my body tightly in his large hands as he fucked me.
“I want you, Tony.” My voice trembled heavily.
“Who this pussy belong to?” He hammered me, taking away my voice box again.
“Yo-u, Houston.”
Today was exciting because I was going to Tony’s studio with some of my products. I made sure to have a big batch and even created a cute little price menu for the ladies to look at. I was hoping they would be interested because I’d worked hard whipping up all of this stuff.
At the moment, I was inside of Crenshaw mall because I wanted to get some new sandals. I mainly only had tennis shoes, and since it was starting to heat up in LA, I needed more than the old Fendi slides I usually rocked.
“I knew it was your pretty ass even from across the way,” I heard a female voice say. Turning to look away from the cute shoes, I saw this girl named Shanece.
Shanece worked for a music magazine, so we’d met the few times that they’d featured Prince. Because I was always a sitting duck during his shoots and interviews, Shanece would always make conversation with me and bring me snacks. She was a cool girl, funny too, and always trying to tell me I should be modeling or using my looks for cash.
“Hey, how are you?” I chuckled, giving her a hug.
“Fine. Prince came through the other day, and I was surprised I didn’t see you. I was looking forward to our chit chats.”
“Yeah, well you won’t be seeing me up there anymore. Prince and I are done with for good.”
“Oh.” Shanece looked surprised. “Well then maybe we should exchange numbers?”
“Yeah, okay.”
I didn’t have Isis anymore, and honestly, I wasn’t sure why Shanece and I hadn’t exchanged numbers in the past. I guess because we were always so caught up talking during our time together that it just never happened.
“Cool.” She locked her phone once I typed my information in. “I’ll text you, and we can go to lunch or something.”
“Sounds good.”
Once Shanece left, I tried on the sandals then purchased them. I went straight home to package up my stuff and get my little cart to be able to wheel everything in, and thankfully, both my mama and Bobi were out of the house.
Once I closed the door to my trunk, I saw Prince standing there.
“Baby—”
WHAM!
Before he could say anything, I sent my fist into his face. He reached for me, to do what, I wasn’t sure of, but I kicked him in the nuts then punched his ass in the face again.
“Don’t show up to my place again, Phillip, or I’m gonna do worse.” I walked past him to pull my driver’s side door open.
“Bitch, what the fuck you think this is!” Prince yanked me backward by my hair and slapped me across the face.
I spun around and fell over the trunk of my car, so when he came toward me, I kicked his ass in the stomach. I knew if he slapped me again, I may pass out, so I went ham on his nuts with my foot. It wasn’t hard due to me having on slides, the Fendi ones he bought me ironically, but judging by his wails, it was working enough.
When he dropped to the floor, crying damn near, with blood trickling from his mouth and nose because of my hits moments ago, I rushed to get into my car and pulled off. The studio was less than ten minutes from me, so I was trying to calm myself down before I went in there. I didn’t want to appear upset or bothered in anyway.
“Shit.” I mumbled when I saw blood drip onto my jeans. His stupid ass had busted my nose.
I found a spot in the back, which is where Tony instructed me to park, and then dug through my purse for something to clean my face with. Thankfully I had makeup wipes in there and some travel tissue in my glove box. Once I’d touched up my face, I got out to get my shit to go inside.
As soon as I entered the studio room, I saw a bunch of women hanging out, some smoking, some drinking, and some just relaxing. There were guys too, but only about six including Tony.
Music was playing loudly, but Tony told them to turn it down once his eyes landed on me. Rising up from his seat, he started toward me, and I just couldn’t help but to admire him. On his tall frame were a pair of light blue jeans that sagged only a little. He wore a white polo type shirt that showed the tattoos covering his neck and forearms. My favorite was the one going across his collarbone reading Leimert Park’s Finest. It wasn’t visible at the moment, but I knew it was there.
The royal blue Old Skool Vans on his feet appeared to be newly out of the box. His hair looked freshly tapered on the sides, right along with his facial hair, and that pecan skin was lickable, per usual. Tony’s cologne hit me pleasantly as he got closer, despite the fact that he was smoking a blunt.
Smirking with his cute ass, he pulled me in and kissed my lips, making sure not to burn me with the blunt in his hand. As soon as his mouth left mine, all eyes from the women, and even some of the niggas, were on me.
“Aye, cut the shit completely off for a second.” Tony took another toke on the blunt as some brown-skinned dude did what was asked. “This is Camarih; she’s gorgeous as fuck.”
“Thank you.” I giggled shyly, not knowing what that had to do with my products.
“So I let the homies inv
ite most of you hoes because y’all some ashy ass females, and ya skin don’t be looking right at fucking all.” Pulling me in front of him so that my back was against his chest, he continued. “If y’all wanna look like this in the face instead of a seventy-year-old grandma, I suggest you hoes—”
“Tony, I got it.” I cut his insulting ass off as his friends cackled. “So ladies, I have face butters, face oils, as well as body butters and oils. It’s all natural, and I even have a natural perfume.”
For a moment, the girls just looked at me, but then the sound of a safety being taken off of a gun prompted some chatter.
“You use this?” one girl asked.
“Yep. I don’t use anything else,” I proudly responded.
“Well shit, if I can glow like that, then I need it.” She got up to come see my prices. The other ten to fifteen ladies followed suit, and Tony stood right there, overseeing with his gun in hand and blunt between his full sexy lips.
His mean mug as he looked on was so cute. I could tell he was interested in the stuff I was saying when explaining what was what to the women, plus the best ways to use it. Him telling some women what they needed to buy was insulting to them and funny too.
I ended up selling everything, and at the urging of Tony, I took down some preorders since they had the money right then. I didn’t think I would, but I liked having him here with me. He was super motivating, and like I said, the only person in my life who seemed to care about what I had a passion for.
I ended up staying at the studio for the rest of the night, happy about the $1,500 I’d made. The most I’d ever gotten before was about $350, so this was only pushing me to make more. Anyhow, I was able to relax and not stress about my business and life goals for once.
Although the girls bought me out, they still weren’t too happy about the closeness between Tony and me. I sat in his lap most of the time, except for when they ordered food, and even then, we were sitting extra close. He wasn’t afraid to kiss me here and there too. I knew he wasn’t the affectionate type, so it was nice seeing such a gangsta be this way.
By midnight, everyone had left except us two, and I wasn’t complaining.
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