305 Lovin'

by Diamond Johnson

  Chapter 14: Quan

  I woke up looking around me, trying to remember where the fuck I was. I scanned the room and that’s when I realized that I was sitting up on the couch at Chantel’s house. What I was trying to figure out was what time it was and why the fuck I was sitting there with my pants down to my ankles and my dick out like I was at home or some shit. I had a banging ass headache and for some reason, I felt weak. I honestly couldn’t remember shit that happened last night after I ate that damn spaghetti. All type of shit was running through my mind right now because I was out of touch with my memory and for some strange reason, something just felt like it was a little bit off to me. I put my limp dick back inside of my boxers and pulled them up, along with my jeans that I was wearing.

  I stood up and walked inside the kitchen, in search of a water or some shit. After taking the water, I walked around the back to Chantel’s room and I found her sitting up on her bed with her phone glued to her hands, smiling from ear to ear. I cleared my throat and she quickly looked up at me and put her phone down on the bed. She jumped up and made her way over to me with that same goofy look on her face.

  “Good morning, baby daddy, how are you feeling? You put in major work last night,” she said, looking at me with a smirk etched on her face.

  “Fuck you mean, baby daddy? And what you talking about I put in work last night?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest and spreading both my legs apart. Standing with my legs apart was a slight habit I had whenever I was confused about some shit and obviously, right now, I was confused than a mothafucka.

  “We made love last night, baby, and there’s a strong possibility that I might be with child,” Chantel said, putting her hands on her flat stomach.

  “Bitch, what the fuck are you talking about? Ain’t no way in hell I would let some shit like that happen,” I said with venom dripping from my voice

  “Calm down, daddy. You were so high and faded last night that you slid inside me without a rubber. Aren’t you happy? We’re going to be the best parents,” Chantel said and for the first time, I was actually looking at this bitch for what the fuck she really was. Number one, she was delusional as hell but she was a money hungry bitch that thought she would get some coins out of me for having my damn seed.

  “Let me tell your bird brain ass something, you stupid bitch! I been smoking weed and drinking since I was 14 years old. Ain’t no amount of weed and liquor going to have me so fucked up that I can’t remember to go inside my damn pocket and put on a fuckin rubber. Here’s what I’m about to do. I’m about to take my ass to the hospital and get a blood test done. If anything comes back that’s in my system that I know wasn’t put in there by my knowledge, go ahead and tell your mama to pick out her black dress,” I said, pissed off.

  “Are you threatening me?’ she asked.

  “I don’t make threats, baby girl. That’s a promise,” I said and turned around and was out of her room.

  I walked to the front of her house, opened the door and then slammed it on my way out. So much shit was going through my head right now and on top of that, my damn phone kept vibrating in my damn pocket. I jumped inside my Camaro and all this walking was started to make me feel woozy again. I didn’t want to take a chance and hop behind the wheel and possibly kill myself or somebody else because I was having a hard time seeing. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and as soon as I pressed the home key, I saw that I had missed calls from my mom, Monae, and Quay. I decided to call Quay because I needed somebody to drive me to the hospital. I dialed his number and waited for him to answer it.

  “Nigga, where the fuck are you? Have you been on Instagram today? Do you see the shit that’s going on right now?” Quay asked me and at this point, I didn’t feel like hearing none of that shit. All I cared about was getting my ass to the damn hospital so that I could see what was going on me.

  “Quay, nigga, fuck that shit! Come and pick me up from Chantel’s house. I need to get my ass to the damn hospital,” I snapped, cutting him off as he continued to rant.

  “Man, what’s the address? And I hope Charlie leave your dumb ass for this shit, too!” he spat and I paid him no attention as I read off the address to him.

  I hung up the phone and laid my head back on the headrest of my seat. I was thinking all type of shit, like, Was the weed laced that I had smoked last night? Did somebody put some shit in my drink while I was in the studio? I didn’t know because there were so many niggas in there that anything could have happened. I was really starting to feel like I couldn’t trust nobody because I’d tried to make sure I wasn’t letting this money shit change me and I was letting lil niggas and bitches chill while we were in the studio. Anybody could have slipped some shit in my drink or gave me some laced up weed. And then all this shit Chantel talking about how I slid up in her raw? I done made some stupid ass decisions in my past but like I told her, I never been too drunk or too high to not put on a condom while I’m fuckin. Now, I was more confused because I remember driving to Chantel’s house with no problems. I remember watching her eat from our plates and even drinking from my cup. So, if she didn’t do the shit, then who the fuck did?

  Twenty minutes later, Quay pulled up and I hopped inside his car. I already knew he was pissed at me because he didn’t say anything, he just shot out as soon as I stepped foot inside the car. When we pulled up to the hospital, he parked the car in the emergency department and we both got out. I pulled the hoodie over my head, hoping nobody stopped me because I wasn’t in the mood to be surrounded by a whole bunch of people.

  30 minutes later

  Right now, I was laying down in one of the beds in the emergency room waiting for the doctor to come back with my results. After waiting for what felt like damn near forever, the doctor came back in the room and indicated that there was MDMA, better known as ecstasy, found in the test. I swear I wasn’t listening to shit she was saying but I raised an eyebrow when she said that one of the effects could be that it can impair my memory, which was why my ass couldn’t remember shit after I ate the spaghetti.

  “This some straight up bullshit,” I said to Quay as soon as the doctor left the room.

  “This shit got that bitch Chantel written all over it,” Quay said angrily.

  “I was thinking that shit, too, but Quay, look how many niggas we had with us in the studio last night. How we know one of the mothafuckas ain’t slip that shit in there on some envy type shit?” I asked.

  “Really, nigga? Them niggas in their support your ass! You want to blame this shit on somebody, blame this shit on the bitch that took pictures of you and her last night and put the shit online for the whole world to see. Nigga, this the shit I was trying to tell you over the damn phone. Chantel sent pictures to the Shade Room and mothafuckas is having a field day with that shit. The same bitch who house I just picked you up from is the same bitch that drugged your ass,” Quay barked and I couldn’t even be mad at him for talking to me like at this because I knew that it was all out of love.

  “Man, I watched her switch the plate. She even drunk some of the juice from my cup,” I said, barely above a whisper.

  “You hear yourself? You said some, nigga! She left the rest for your ass so she could get exactly what the fuck she wanted from you! Quan, you know the game, man. You out of anybody know these hoes out here is reckless. Never eat shit from a side bitch because they have motives. This little shit right here is minor. What if she had poisoned your ass? Huh, nigga?” Quay said, pacing back and forth.

  “Alright, nigga, damn,” I said, frustrated than a mothafucka right now.

  “You do understand that whatever shit you had going on with Charlie is done, right? Because Chantel made sure to post that ya’ll are expecting a baby in nine months. The bitch set the whole thing up and straight played your ass,” Quay said and finally went and sat his ass down.

  Charlie had to know about this but I was shocked that she hadn’t called me to call me every fuck nigga in the world for this shit! Could it be that she
had thrown in the towel before we even got to give this relationship shit a try? I would rather her call me and cuss my ass out but the fact that I hadn’t heard from her and it was one o’clock in the afternoon was scaring me.

  The doctor came back inside the room and hooked me up to an IV to give me fluids with higher sodium so that she could correct the salt imbalance in my tissues. Yeah, whatever the fuck that meant. I wondered how much ecstasy this bitch gave me because doctor talking about if she had given me a little more, I could have been treated for hyponatremia. Damn near two hours later, we were walking out of the hospital and getting back in the car.

  “After today, I don’t need all those niggas in the studio lingering around like that. Not saying that they the ones behind this shit but after today, my trust is all fucked up and I don’t need to be looking over my shoulder every five minutes, trying to see if somebody really with me or against me,” I said, looking at the road.

  “And what you gone do about Chantel? Since clearly, we both know what’s up?” Quay asked me.

  A devilish smirk formed on my face. “Oh trust me, it’s gone get handled”.

  After that, we pulled back up to Chantel’s house and her car was no longer there. I hopped out of Quay’s car, dapping him and then hopped inside my shit. I went inside my pants pocket and dialed Charlie, only for the call to go straight to voicemail. Either she had blocked my ass or she had turned her phone off. Either way, it wasn’t looking too good for my ass. It was three o’clock now, so I knew that she would be home soon from work with our daughter. I didn’t know if she planned on dropping China off at her mother’s house or going straight home, but I chose to try my luck and just swing by her house first since it was closest.

  Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling up to Charlie’s apartment complex and went to park my car and got out. I saw her car parked in her usual space, so I knew she was home. I hopped out of the car, locked it and then made my way up the stairs towards her condo. I was wondering whether I should use my key or knock. I chose to use the key and as soon as I stepped foot in the house, I could hear Toni Braxton’s “Unbreak My Heart” playing from the sound system. I closed the door behind me and creeped into the house. I walked inside my daughter’s room and she wasn’t in there. I closed the door and followed sound of the music to where it was coming from, which was Charlie’s bedroom. I gently pulled the door back and what I saw damn near broke my heat.

  Charlie was laid out in the bed on her stomach while Toni’s Braxton’s voice boomed through the speakers. I watched as her back kept going in and out because she was hysterically crying. She laid with her head on her folded up arms. The sight before me only let me know that Charlie had gotten wind of what was going on. This was one of the negatives that I hated when it came down to my lifestyle because word could sure get around.

  I walked over to the sound system in the corner of her room and turned the music off. Charlie’s head instantly shot up and she looked at me while she quickly wiped away her tears. “What are you doing here, Quan?” she asked me.

  “Quan? Since when you started calling me that?” I asked her.

  “Since you started publically embarrassing me and treating me like I’m some groupie bitch that you picked up from out of the damn club. I knew when we decided to try this relationship thing that things weren’t going to be always perfect. I knew that and I was prepared for it but never did I think the same man that I’ve loved since I was fuckin eight years old would do me like this. One would think that shit would count for something. I was not even about to sit here and waste my breath, whatever we had going on, we can go ahead and end it. Let’s just focus on being parents to China, nothing else, nothing more,” Charlie said. She knew I didn’t believe that and neither did she.

  “Charlie, come on don’t do a nigga like that, baby. Let me explain what the fuck happened,” I tried to reason, but she waved her hand, signaling that she didn’t want to hear shit I had to say. Everybody knew that when a nigga started off with ‘let me explain,’ nine times out of ten, his ass was about to start lying, but see, that wasn’t the case right now with me. I was being completely honest.

  I watched as she got from out of the bed and my eyes roamed her body in the tight, navy blue dress she was wearing, stopping at the middle of her thighs. I couldn’t let her walk away from me, so I pulled her into my arms and looked into her eyes. “Charlie, listen to me, man! I was fuckin drugged last night. I wasn’t aware of what the fuck was going on and that’s the damn truth,” I reasoned.

  “Out of all the bullshit you could have said, you gone tell me some shit like you was drugged! Quan, I’ve known you long enough to know that when it comes to trust, you can’t do that, so how the fuck is it that someone of your caliber allowed for a bitch to drug you? Huh? And even if she did, you was at her house! At 12 in the fuckin morning so you was going to fuck her regardless!” Charlie screamed.

  I looked down at the floor and shook my head because she was absolutely right. I was going to go over there to fuck but I was also going to wear a condom, too.

  “But you know what, Quan? I’m not about to keep crying over this shit. You embarrassed me enough already. I’m going to find me a good ass nigga who’s going to love me and respect me. A nigga that doesn’t have to stick his dick in any bitch that allows him to. Watch!” she shot and I grabbed her by the front of her dress, jacking her little ass up. Yeah, I cheat, but I would fuckin die if Charlie were to ever give my shit away.

  “Fuck you say to me? Say that shit again and see if I don’t knock your ass out,” I gritted through clench teeth. I could see the fear in her eyes, so I let her dress ago and went and sat down on her bed. I’d never laid hands on Charlie before and I wasn’t about to start doing that shit now. Right now, I was stressed and I was taking my frustrations out on her. Charlie fixed her dress and came and sat next to me on the bed.

  “Is she pregnant for real?” she asked me and I could tell that this must have been laying heavy on her heart since she had found this out. I knew the thought of me having a baby on her was eating at her, which was why she was crying when I walked inside of the room.

  “Charlie, I don’t know but if she is, I’m going to handle it,” I said and she nodded her head with tears running down her face. I knew I was hurting her because Charlie was very tough and couldn’t nobody do or say no shit to her that would make her cry.

  I stood up and picked her up by her small waist and placed her at the head of the bed. I got on top of her and kissed her with so much passion on her lips, all the while, she was still whimpering up under me. I removed my right hand from the bed and let it find its way inside of her lace panties. I slipped a finger inside of her and used my thumb to gently massage her clit. She jumped at the feel of my finger and placed her small hand on the back of my hand, kissing me hungrily. Charlie loved kissing and I guess I loved kissing too, but only her, so I let her get what she wanted for a few and then I broke the kiss and pulled her dress up, stopping it above her flat stomach. I placed soft kisses on her stomach and then pulled her panties to the side, giving it a sensual peck. It didn’t know which lips tasted better. I spread her lips apart and French kissed her pussy, making her arch her back on the bed and let out a sexy moan.

  “I’m going to make it right. Okay, baby?” I told her, speaking into her vagina. My voice came out muffled but I know that she’d heard me because she had nodded her head yes.

  “Hmmm,” Charlie moaned as I worked my magic on her exposed clit.

  I already knew I was a genius when it came to eating pussy but I was actually putting in a little bit more work so that she could feel me.

  “Feed me, baby,” I said and Charlie placed her hands on either side of her and rotated her pussy in my mouth. I held her from the bottom of her ass and nastily feasted on her kitty. Like a snake, I swirled my tongue all around the tip of her clit, causing her to send her head back. I felt her clit swell up under me so I licked harder and faster because I couldn’t wait to taste
her sweet juices.

  “Shitttt, Quan! There! There!” Charlie screamed and I showed her pussy no remorse as I sucked up all the juices like a vacuum.

  She tried to push my head away after releasing that nut but I wanted her to cum for me a few more times. She dropped her body back on the bed and I lifted her legs in the air and held them with one hand while I used my other to take off my hoodie. Once it was off, I spread her legs wide open and dove right back in.

  “Goddddd, it feels sooo gooddd,” she moaned and I looked deep into her eyes as I made love to her pussy with my tongue. This time, while I sucked on her clit, I stuck two fingers inside and worked them as if they were my dick.

  “Fuckkk! I’m going to cum! I’m finna cummm,” Charlie screamed and just like last time, I made sure to suck it all up.

  I leaned up and kissed the tears that had fallen while putting my hand back on her pussy so that I could feel her clit jump. As much as I wanted to slide my dick up in her, I had way too much respect for Charlie to disrespect her like that. Plus, I needed to take a shower. I was tested at the hospital for any diseases as well, being as though Chantel chose to pull that sly move on my ass. My shit came back good but I still wasn’t going to do Charlie like that, when clearly my dick had been inside of another vagina not even 12 hours ago.