“No,” I half lied. I mean, I didn’t live by it, but some of that stuff I read about certain signs were true.
“Aight, cool. I will be twenty-four next year May 7.”
“Taurus, no wonder!” I couldn’t help but laugh because he groaned.
“Aight, so what does me being a Taurus mean?”
“Taurus men are fucking crazy as hell.”
“Well shit then, I can’t argue with that. I’m trying to tone it down though. Shit ain’t cool at all, but my temper just gets the best of me.” He set my plate in front of me, and then pulled a chair next to me, prompting my body to stiffen up. I assumed he’d sit across, not next to me, and now I was nervous.
“Looks good. Do you pray?”
“I do.”
I took his large hand into mine and said a prayer over the food, before we started digging in. The mango in the chicken was subtle but gave it a nice sweet and spicy taste. This nigga could for real throw down.
“It’s good as hell, Mischief,” I covered my mouth as I chewed.
“Thanks, baby.”
The way he said baby had me crossing my legs to keep my panties from falling.
“You’re welcome.”
“So what sign are you if you’re born December 9?”
“I’m a Sagittarius. Everyone tells me it means I’m chill, but I have a temper. I can agree with that.”
“Damn, both of us got tempers. How is that gonna work when you become my wife?”
“Wife? Nigga, please. You know you ain’t looking for a girlfriend,” I fished.
Please prove me wrong.
“Nah, you’re right I’m not. But I wanna be cool with you and do shit like this. I feel like I could really talk to you and shit.”
“Well, I hope you don’t think sex would come with that.”
“Damn, that was like a dagger to my chest, on some real,” he chuckled and sipped some of his drink. Even the way he ate was sexy. “I ain’t gon’ lie, I wanna fuck you for sure, but I have to respect that you don’t wanna give your body up with no commitment.”
“Nope.”
“Just know that if you ever change your mind, I would get you right. I know what you like.”
“How?” I laughed. “You don’t even know me.”
He made a face like I was speaking some bullshit as he wiped his hands with the napkin. He looked me in my eyes, and even though I wanted to, I couldn’t look away.
He then got in my face, lips almost touching mine, before saying, “Well I would lie you down, spread your legs, and eat your pussy nice and slow. Sucking on your clit hard, and flicking my tongue over it, before switching up and sucking it softly. Once I had you cumming to the point where your body was shaking, I would lick you clean, and then trail my lips up your stomach and to your nipples. Your pussy would be dripping wet by that time of course, and super sensitive, throbbing, waiting for me to stretch you. At that point, I would bend you over, and beat your pussy up from behind, while rubbing my hands all over your body. You would cum in no time, and plenty of times because of how good I ate you, leaving your pussy reacting to any type of contact. Every time I pounded into you, I would be hitting your spot, forcing you to spill all over me. Your body would be so—”
“Okay, I’m eating!” I cut him off. It wasn’t because I was losing my appetite; it was because I could feel the wetness in the seat of my panties already.
He just laughed sexily and sat back to finish his food.
Mischief
Sexy Laine wasn’t fooling any damn body right now. I knew I had her pussy soaking just from my words. It was evident in the way she looked at me when I spoke about all the things I would do to her. I was confident that she would let me fuck regardless of whether I was her boyfriend or not, but I admit it was a slight turn on hearing she had standards.
It was written all over her that someone had hurt her badly, and she was now trying to be tough. I can’t exactly say that I was the best nigga for her to move on to, but that didn’t stop me from wanting her pretty ass.
“So where is your man at?” I hit her with the same question, as I rose to my feet to collect our plates. Whether she had a man or not, I was eventually smashing.
“I don’t have a man, and I think you know that,” she replied, chuckling, since she used my same words as well.
I nodded my head towards the living room so that she could follow me. When she got up, I detoured and led her to my bedroom. I could feel her palms sweating when she saw us heading back there, which made me chuckle a little bit.
“Aye, why you so scared of me?” I quizzed, closing my bedroom door and watching her scan my bedroom with her beautiful brown eyes.
“I ain’t scared of you. Nigga, please,” she sucked her teeth, before taking a seat on my bed and removing her hat. I took that time to admire the smoothness of her golden legs. She was the exact definition of slim thick, and I had yet to see a flaw.
“Well I think you’re scared of me. And there is no reason to be because I won’t hurt you, unless it’s to make you cum.”
“What do your parents do?” She changed the subject immediately. Even she had to laugh when I did at how horrible that transition was.
“My dad is Mel Benjamin, that’s all I’m gonna say. As for my mother, she don’t do shit but look pretty and spend my father’s money.”
“Is your father rich?”
“Yeah, very.”
“Then why are you living in Compton? And why aren’t you blowing his money so you can get me a nice dinner?” she smiled. She had the most alluring smile I’d ever seen.
“Because for one, I’m a grown ass man who shouldn’t be living off of his father, and secondly, if I wanted to spend his money, it would come with a price. Plus, I thought you liked my cooking?”
“I did, you’re a great cook. It seems like you’re one of those guys who are just great at everything you put your mind to.”
“Thanks. You know you ain’t gotta compliment me just to get some dick, right?” I bit my lip with a smile as I gripped her inner thigh gently. A nigga wanted to break her ass off so badly.
I was lying on my stomach, and she was still sitting up, acting like she was scared to move a muscle.
“I know your hoe ass would give it up to me without the compliments, yes,” she responded as we laughed together.
“Come down here.”
She inhaled sharply, before kicking off her Huaraches and lying down next to me. We just looked into one another’s eyes for a moment, having a silent conversation, before I moved her hair behind her ears. Words couldn’t describe how beautiful she was, honestly. If I sat here and explained her features, she would seem like the average pretty girl, but she was beyond that. I could tell that she didn’t know just how beautiful she was. I mean, she understood that she turned heads, that was why she wanted to be a model, but I was sure she didn’t know she was breathtaking.
“What?” she whispered, her eyes scanning my face.
“This face. I see why you want to make money from it.”
“Oh my gosh, shut up,” she cheesed, as I let my hand drop to her small but curvy hip.
“I’m serious, baby. You’re pretty as fuck, on some real shit. I don’t even think you understand.”
“Is this what you say to all the girls you wanna sleep with?”
“No. Laine, please understand that I don’t have to do anything to get pussy ‘round here. When I go check my PO box, I get offered some pussy, that’s just how easy it is for me. But I do want to fuck you because I’m attracted to you. Only a blind or gay man wouldn’t be.”
“But you said you don’t want a girlfriend, so what is the point in all this?” Her voice was soft, letting me know she was anxious to hear my answer and hoping I’d changed my mind about being with someone.
“I don’t even know. Give me a kiss though.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“Are you begging?” she grinned. “I should record this.”<
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I raised my body up and towered over her, as she looked up at me… afraid. Spreading her sexy thighs, I leaned down to press my lips against hers, while lying in between her legs. For a minute she was frozen, before she finally let out a breath and started kissing me back. We were both breathing heavily, and I loved the way she placed her small hands on the sides of my face to keep me in place. I was getting harder by the minute. We had our tongues so far down one another’s throat that I was surprised we each hadn’t choked.
“Just let me taste it,” I whispered against her lips, hoping she complied.
“Stop,” she finally pulled away when she felt my hands going up her dress.
“You sure?” I asked, kissing on her neck.
“Yeah, I don’t want to,” she somewhat whined, pressing her little hands into my chest to tell me to get off of her.
Rolling off, I let out an exasperated sigh, hoping my dick would relax soon. She sat up and looked around a little bit before landing her eyes on me.
“I guess this date is over, huh?”
“No come lay here with me. I like talking to you.”
She stayed put for a few, and then came and laid down on my chest.
“Did you really shoot a guy in the face because he stepped on your shoe?”
“Wow, is that what they say about me ‘round here? But nah, I broke the bone around his eye when I punched him for stepping on my shoes. I ain’t that crazy.”
“All because of an accident?” she sat up, appalled.
“Wasn’t no accident. The nigga was trying to show out, be funny in front of muthafuckas. Niggas test me because they think if they come for a nigga of my caliber, it will get them brownie points in the streets. That’s what he did, and he threatened to step on my shoes. I told him if he did I would break his face, and essentially that’s what I did. Whole right side of his face was fucked.”
“Why do you speak of things like that so calmly, Mischief? It’s like you don’t understand how unhinged your actions are.”
“Maybe I don’t, baby. You fuck with me, you pay the price. That’s how every nigga in my family is. That’s what I grew up learning. I was taught to never accept disrespect from no muthafucka. I’m a no nonsense type of nigga, and as long as the world wants to test me, I will continue to make examples out of their asses. Violent shit ain’t never fazed me.”
“How do you expect to be a big famous producer acting like that?”
When she said that, I just looked into her beautiful face for a bit, silent. She was right. I’d asked myself that shit countless times. It was the only reason I’d even agreed to see a therapist in the past.
“I’ll have it together by then,” was all I could say.
I kissed her arm, hoping to soften her up a bit because I could see she was turned off. Thankfully, once my lips touched her supple golden skin, a subtle smile broke through, and she laid back down on my chest.
“Your real name is Shai?”
“Yeah,” I chuckled.
“Doesn’t fit at all. You’re far from shy, so I find that funny.”
“It’s not spelled like that type of shy. It’s an a-i, instead of the y, but I get where you’re coming from.” I trailed my fingers up and down her smooth arm as I inhaled the scent of her hair.
“If you did want a girlfriend, would you make me it?” She picked her head up off of my chest to look up into my eyes, grinning.
“Definitely.”
“Why though? You don’t know me.”
“You remind me of the female version of myself, just not as crazy, which is good. You have a dream and you won’t stop until you get it, and I can tell you’re a loyal person too. Where I come from, loyalty means everything.”
“I agree.” After a little bit of silence, she asked, “Why don’t you want a girlfriend?”
“Because I don’t have the time for it.”
“You mean you don’t want to make the time for it. Everyone has time, it’s just about what you want to spend your time on.”
“I guess you’re right. Having a girlfriend is the least of my priorities, but I do like having you around me. I can tell that off top. We can be cool, and just see what happens.”
As I’ve stated multiple times, I have a bad temper, and already the thought of some nigga getting Laine and locking her down had me bothered. I knew I wasn’t in a place to be her man, but I also knew I wouldn’t be too fond of her dating someone else. But she was gorgeous and hella dope, so I knew it would only be a matter of time before some nigga who was mature enough, saw what I saw in her and wifed her up. I’d only known her a couple days, but already I knew that shit would have me sick and acting jealous. Jealous was an emotion that I felt only once in a blue moon, and I wasn’t ready for that shit.
“I guess. You better hope I don’t meet someone else,” she said as if she were just reading my mind.
“You just better hope I don’t react.”
I looked down into her eyes and surprisingly, she leaned up to peck me. Our kiss deepened, and this time I stayed lying down, allowing her to take control of what we were doing…
The next morning, I showered, brushed my teeth, and got dressed, as Laine lied peacefully across my bed. We’d talked all damn night about a lot of shit, and even though I told her more than I’d told any other woman, she still didn’t know everything. I mean, yeah, I was feeling her, but the truth of the matter was I didn’t know her. She could end up being some snake ass bitch with an ulterior motive, and I would hate to have to murk her sexy ass… but I would.
“Aye, baby, get up.”
I peeled my comforter back, and licked my lips when I saw the t-shirt I’d given her was bunched all the way up, sitting right under her breasts. Her flat stomach was exposed, and her gold belly piercing lied against it. What really caught my eye was the way her pussy looked in the white lace panties she had on. I could see right through it, and even though everything in me was saying wake her up with some head, I decided against it. Licking my lips at the sight of the gold between her legs, I tapped her buttery thigh and gripped it to wake her.
She blinked a couple times before scanning the room and realizing where she was. When she did, she quickly pulled the shirt down to cover herself.
Laughing, I said, “You’re lucky I respect you because a nigga was hella close to eating that pussy.”
“Shut up, nasty,” she chuckled, turning her full lip up. “But I see your little friend has other things in mind.” She pointed to the bulge in my gray sweats as she got up from the bed and grabbed her dress.
“Yeah, he can get real disrespectful, especially when you call him little. You wanna meet him?” I pressed my crotch up against her ass and she jumped.
She left to the bathroom to change into her dress, something I hoped she wasn’t gonna do, but I should have known better. She had no plans on letting me smash, and just the thought of not hitting was low-key aggravating.
Once she was dressed, we stopped to get breakfast from Tam Burgers, and then I dropped her off at that big ass hoe mansion. I didn’t care what she said, them bitches that lived in that house did anything for fame, and I kind of didn’t want to be associated with any of them. I didn’t even like the fact that Cardio fucked with Rita because she was one of them, but I wasn’t exactly the type of nigga to tell another man where to stick his dick. And shit, as bad as I wanted to break Laine off, I wasn’t about to let her affiliation with The Models deter me.
When I made it to the studio, I saw my brothers were already inside, as well as my cousin Ishmael. After dapping one another up, Chaz sat at the soundboard with me, and Kordell went in the booth to lay the hooks and bridge of the song. They both were rappers, but Kordell could hold a note well enough to pull off singing. He wasn’t no Chris Brown or Usher, but he could stay afloat just enough to fool muthafuckas like Drake.
“Perfect, now just double it,” I told my little brother after he laid down the hook.
“Little bro trying to sound like he
got vocals,” Chaz joked, making me chuckle lightly.
“Aye, I’ll be right back. I told Sammi I wanted to meet up and talk, so I’m gonna go see her while she’s on lunch,” Ishmael said, as I focused my attention on Kordell doubling the hook.
“Oh, umm, fasho,” Chaz looked over his shoulder, and as soon as Ishmael closed the door, he looked dead at me.
“What?” I grinned, cutting the music off so I could play it back.
“You still smashing Sammi or what?”
“Nah.”
“You ain’t never been a good liar,” he replied, and we both started cracking up. “Nigga, Ish gon’ lose his fucking mind.”
“Lose his mind over what?” Kordell came out of the booth even though he wasn’t done, with his nosey ass.
“Nothing my nigga, get yo’ ass back in there so we can finish this track. I got other people coming by today.”
“Fuck you, nigga, you ain’t the only one that got shit to do. I got shit to do today as well,” Kordell sucked his teeth.
“Like what? Because fucking hoes don’t count, and neither does getting cursed out by Brooke,” Chaz shot back.
“Gotta meet with Pops. Wants me to handle something for him,” Kordell replied begrudgingly.
He knew Chaz and I didn’t approve of him dealing with our father as far as business went. That was the point of us doing this music shit, so we wouldn’t be selling dope and gang banging all of our life, but this muthafucka Kordell stayed on some other shit. I couldn’t say too much to him though, because just like he stayed in the thick of the dope boy life, I had yet to fully distance myself from banging and all the other detrimental shit I was involved in. Chaz was really the only one who didn’t fuck with the shit we promised to leave behind.
“Just get back in the booth,” I spoke lowly, and Kordell did as he was told.
We had to make it, because neither me nor my little brother could continue down this road. Wouldn’t lead us anywhere to but to the grave.
Chapter Three: Laine
A Night to Remember Part I…
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