by Belleza
“What happened?” Keira questioned her and Camille looked from me to my lawyer Cohen.
“Let’s get out of here first before we start some conversation that may incriminate you,” I told her, and she curled her lip up.
“Why are you even here?”
“I’m the nigga that bailed your ass out. That’s why I’m here,” I replied in my feelings because I found out she went to go visit that nigga Joshua.
“Chill bro,” Zayne told me, but I wasn’t the one to let anyone pop off at me. I don’t care how much I liked her.
“He’s right, Ms. Donigan,” Cohen interrupted her before she spazzed out on me. I wasn’t trying to be smart, but right now all I knew was that she was arrested for assault and battery and my guess was that she was rumbling over that nigga Joshua.
Together we all walked out, and Cohen explained to her that she was going to have to go to court because Shayla was pressing charges on her. I watched her facial expression, and she didn’t seem bothered at all. She had nothing to worry about because Cohen was good as fuck. I needed to figure out what all this shit was about.
After Cohen left, Camille let out a sigh and placed her hand over her face. “Can someone take me to go get my car.”
“Mill, they fucked your car up. All the windows were bust open, and your tires were slashed,” Keira informed her.
I had that handled too. I knew her pop had his own shop, but I got it towed and sent to my man's body shop up Germantown. He was going to check out the damage and let me know how much everything was going to cost.
“Great! If it ain’t one thing, it’s the fucking other!” Camille sighed. “Can someone just take me home. I need to shower and go to sleep.”
“Come with me,” I offered, and she just stared as if she wanted to say no. Keira nudged her in her side, and she reluctantly made her way over to me. I was glad she didn’t decline my offer. Keira rode off with Zayne, and I pressed the unlock button on my key fob to my Porsche.
I opened the door for her, and she got inside the passenger seat, and I made my way to the driver’s side. I wasn’t sitting down comfortably before she was already getting smart with me.
“I don’t want to hear nothing you have to say,” she spat with her head leaned up against the window.
“I don’t know what’s with your fucking attitude, but I ain’t the nigga that got you out here looking stupid fighting bitches and shit.”
She whipped her head around so fast I thought she would’ve broken that shit. “First of all you don’t even know what happened, so I like I said. Before you go talking bullshit make sure you get your facts straight.”
“Shut up, you don’t sound right cursing.”
“Fuck you.”
“I bet you want to,” I shot back at her starting my car. She sucked her teeth loudly, and I turned up the radio not even wanting to hear her rude ass breathe. I could’ve been doing anything right now but I came to her rescue even when it wasn’t expected, and this was the thanks I got?
After allowing my music to block out my thoughts and calm me down, Camille reached over and lowered my music. I shot a glare her way but then softened it after getting a good look at her eye. Her busted lip was just healing, and now her beautiful face was temporarily ruined again.
“Do you want to know what happened or you want to keep assuming?” she questioned me.
“Hell yeah, I want to know what happened. I hope I ain’t put my money up towards no dumb shit.”
“I’ll pay you back.”
I laughed at her response. “You already owe me 10k shawty.”
“Do you want to know or you rather keep annoying me?!” she spat.
“Go ahead.”
She sighed and reclined the chair running her hand through her head. From the corner of my eyes, I saw her nibbling on the side of her lip. I noticed she did that shit every time she was deep in thought.
“Shayla and her friends followed me out to my car, we had some words. Shayla swung on me and then her friends jumped in,” she quickly summed up her story.
“Why would she come after you?”
“Long story short, Joshua was cheating on me with her. She was pissed her visit was declined only to realize I was there to see him.”
I chortled and shook my head. “Both y’all want that lame ass nigga.”
“I don’t want him. I was doing him a favor by visiting him. I only came today because I wanted to let him know that his friend tried to rape me.”
“Oh yeah? How that go?”
“He told me I deserved it.”
I gripped the steering wheel pissed off by her actions and his words. She called herself riding for a nigga that ain’t give two fucks about her. Not only was Joshua a dumb nigga, but he was fucking broke and a joke all tied up in one. Till this day I was trying to figure out how he managed to bag Camille. I wanted her, and she acted like she couldn’t stand me when she had me out here doing sucker shit. First I help her out with her school issue, and I come to the rescue the moment I heard she was booked.
“This is the nigga you want?”
“Stop saying that!” she yelled. “I don’t want him.”
“I can’t tell.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter. What’s done is done, and I’m not about to be trying to convince you that I’m over Joshua. Fuck him and that bitch, Shayla. I have to worry about getting my car and not going to jail behind this stupid shit.”
“You’re not going to jail, Camille. Not if I have anything to do with it.”
“I owe you enough. I’m not expecting anything from you. I don’t want you holding anything else over my head. Matter fact, can you take me to my car?”
“For what? You can’t do anything to that piece of shit. They fucked it up. You might as well wash you musty ass up, put some ice on your eyes and lay down.”
I focused my attention on Camille, and she had her face balled up. “I’m not musty.”
“You don’t smell that?” I joked leaning in closer to her, and she pushed my head with a smile on her face. That was all I wanted was for her to calm her feisty ass down.
“Move boy,” she shot at me. “I don’t stink. It must be that top lip of yours. Only God knows what you been doing with it.”
“Not a fucking thing. I don’t put my lips on none of these bitches.”
“Yeah right?” she replied.
“Dead ass.”
“Not even Nina.”
“Especially not her,” I laughed, and Camille shot an unbelieving look my way. The only time I kissed a girl was in kindergarten, and that was my first and only girlfriend named Brionna. I thought I was the man, but I sadly found out her lil ass was kissing all the boys in my class. I would put a little of the blame on her ass why I ain’t take no female serious. If you can be that young and playing niggas imagine when they grew up. I was good, and I appreciated my health and clean record. I fucked a lot of bitches but I wasn’t hitting nothing raw.
Once we got to her apartment, I found a parking spot around the corner and walked her up to her spot. I made myself comfortable on her small ass sofa, and she went to the back to get herself together. My stomach began to rumble reminding me I ain’t eat shit but a Snickers bar while waiting for her to be released so I ordered some Chinese Food on GrubHub and found something to watch until she returned.
By the time the food arrived she came back out in a tank and some little ass shorts that had dick swelling in my pants. I made an adjustment and opened up the platters.
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, but I got you chicken wings and french fries.”
She eyed the platter of wings and looked over at my shrimp lo mein.
“I want that,” she pointed at my food.
“I’m not giving you my shit, but we can split it.”
She smiled and made her way over to the kitchen and returned with two plates. She divided her food between the plates, and I scooped out some of my lo mein on her plate deliberately giving her less.
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br /> “That’s not fair! I gave you an equal amount of my food!” she whined.
“I’m a man, I need more food than you.”
“And I’m a grown ass woman that likes shrimp lo mein.”
“Where all that food gonna go with your little ass? To your fucking head? It is kinda big too,” I joked, and she smacked her lips and stabbed her fork into her food twirling it around and stuffed it into her mouth.
We were both hungry as fuck, so we ain’t say much as we ate. Camille finished off the lo mein and ate a few fries before she said she was full. I fucked up what she had left over cleaning off the bones of the chicken. She relaxed on the couch, and I got up and cleaned up our mess, throwing the bones and containers in the trash and then putting the dishes in the sink. I then searched her cabinets for a plastic bag to put some ice in it for her eye.
When I got back to the couch, Camille done changed the channel to some sappy ass movie, The Notebook and was stretched out. I lifted her legs and placed on my lap after I sat back down and passed her the bag of ice.
“Do we really gotta watch this movie?” I questioned her.
“Yes,” she responded with a yawn.
This wasn’t shit that I never did, but I was comfortable with Camille. As horny as she unintentionally made me, I rather chill with her more than anything. We went back and forth a lot because she acted like she couldn’t take authority. I blamed that on the niggas from her past because she ain’t know how to act cause she had a real nigga in her life.
She ended up falling asleep before the movie was halfway finished. I only realized because she was lightly snoring again. I eased her legs off my lap and ordered me an Uber to my house before I left my keys to my Porsche on her coffee table.
NINA
“Damn, baby, slow down,” I belted out as Asahd moved in and out of me at a fast pace. The smacking sound of my ass bouncing off his pelvis echoed through the room. He had his large hand wrapped around the back of my neck pushing my head into my carpeted floor giving him more access to my tooted up ass. I could barely keep up with his strokes because they were rough and rushed as usual. Nothing was ever soft, slow and sensual with him.
Regardless of me asking him to slow down, he kept pummeling into me from behind. I know he was going to get his soon and I hated when I didn’t cum, so I found my clit and rubbed it until I felt my legs quiver. I felt myself release, and then Asahd came soon after with a loud grunt.
“Shit!”
He rolled off me and collapsed on the floor. I eased up on my knees and stood on my feet which felt like jello gazing down at his half-naked body. This time he took his shirt and pants off and as exhausted I was, I was anticipating more. His body was like a work of art. Shit, it was covered with tattoos and sculpted perfectly.
“This the most I’ve seen you in one week. Maybe we’re getting somewhere.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. You always available when I need you, so that’s why I’m here.”
“When you need sex?” I asked crossing my hands up my breasts.
“Yup.”
Asahd got up off the floor and walked to my kitchen. I stood in my spot shooting daggers at his heartless ass. It’s one thing to want the truth, but he was awfully honest all the time. As much as he fucked me, he could at least act like he liked me a little bit.
I had an open floor plan in my condo on City Line Ave. I paid $3,000 a month for the luxury apartment and wouldn’t trade it for anything. Growing up down in the bottom and living in an overcrowded house of four generations gave me the hunger to chase after my dream which was to have money. That was all I wanted, and I made sure I got it. College or a career wasn’t in my future. Once I saw how easy it was for Instagram models to make money, I jumped on that bandwagon too. First I hustled men until I got the money I needed to book myself a round-trip ticket to Miami for a months stay at an Airbnb. I got my A cup breast to a full C cup, lipo on my stomach, arms, and inner thighs and transferred to my ass making it more round and shapely. I went from a small size 2 to an 8 with eating and working out.
After healing up, I got a job at Dynasty and made great money. The bitches there was basic, they had banging bodies too, but I was able to work the pole like a professional dancer. Being with men since the age of thirteen I learned the art of seduction and took full advantage. People would turn their nose up at being a stripper, but that was where the real money was. While other females lived their dreams owing society, I wasn’t in debt, purchased a brand new car, and lived in one of the best communities at the age of 24. The best part of it all, I didn’t have to strip every day. When I wasn’t taking money from people’s boyfriends, brothers, husbands and baby fathers, I was happily spending it.
Back in the day, I use to fuck for money, but it was a necessary stepping stone to get where I needed to be. Now I was very selective about who I dealt with. I had a little line up because I got bored waiting around for Asahd to realize I was the one for him. I didn’t ask him for much but his time, but I painfully realized the only thing he had for me was dick. My patience was running thin. I had niggas begging to be around me and treat me way better than what he did and yet here I was accepting this bullshit from him.
Asahd grabbed napkins off my dispenser on the counter and then rolled the condom off his dick. He trashed it and then began to use paper towels and water from the sink to wipe off which irritated me. I didn’t cook at all, but it was still disgusting to be washing your dick off in a kitchen.
“I have a bathroom for all that,” I shot his way.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he spat still doing whatever he wanted.
I huffed and made my way to my bathroom. I put my hair into a messy bun on top of my head, cut on the water and jumped inside of the shower to clean myself up quickly. After washing off a few times, I rushed out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me only to see he was gone. Once again I was let down by my little hopes. I stomped off to my room and threw on a bra and thongs and made my way back to my sectional.
This was the greatest thing about living alone. I can walk around as I pleased and didn’t have to worry about covering myself up. Growing up in my grandmother’s house with my aunts and cousins and their perverted men, I stayed fully clothed as if I was about to walk out into a snowstorm. They creeped me out the way they used to look at me and lick their lips calling me red bone. It disgusted me and my aunts didn’t give a fuck either telling me I was too fucking grown. Luckily for me, they weren’t around long enough to do anything to me, but as soon as one left another bum ass nigga came to stay.
I picked my phone up to give Asahd a piece of my mind. It was useless because he didn’t care and I knew he didn’t care, but it was best for me to let my feelings all out instead of keeping it bottled in.
ME: Next time you want pussy make sure you go get it from some other bitch!
ASAHD: Cool.
I sighed at his response. It was expected and still got to me as much as I went through this song and dance with him. Instead of responding, I placed my phone on the couch and went to my fridge and got my pint of Haagen Daz and a spoon and returned my ass back to the couch.
I wasn’t catching up on my reality TV shows before my buzzer was going off. I sighed heavily thinking it was my neighbor coming to bother me with meaningless talk. She was a sweet old lady, but I ain’t feel like being bothered. I remained curled up on the couch and lowered the volume just so she can believe I wasn’t home. After the third ring, I stomped over to my door and snatched it open to only realize it was Burge standing at my door.
His face was balled up at first, but it diminished as he eyes danced across my body. I stepped to the side to allow him inside. I shut and locked the door and placed my hands on my hips with a narrowly pointed gaze his way.
“Since when you show up without calling?” I questioned him.
Burge was a popular dealer in North and the head of the Cumberland Crew. Everyone in the neighborhood knew of him, more than likely because h
e slanged dick all over Philadelphia. I’m sure by now he had more babies than he had fingers and toes, but none of that was my concern because I wasn’t getting knocked up by his ass.
We had history, and I was that head over heels in love girl once upon a time. You couldn’t tell me he wasn’t the finest nigga in the world. He had this exotic sandy brown skin and alluring hazel brown eyes. He used to tell everyone he was mixed but I knew he was far from it because his mother was black and I was sure she ain’t know who the daddy was. Either way, he was fine as fuck. He still had the looks, but with all the weed he smokes, he became a regular hood nigga. He was getting money only because people feared him. They thought he was crazy, but I beg to differ. I always wondered what made people scared of him because I never witnessed him popping off on anyone.
Back in the day, he was hustling nickels and dimes, and I always caught him with some little chicken head that traveled across town to sit on his mama’s porch with him. He broke my heart one too many times, and as I got older and realized there were plenty more fish in the sea, I started playing his own game. He had his bitches, and I had my niggas. Sadly, whatever we went through we always ended up right back together because at this point Burge ain’t know how to let the fuck go.
“You’re not happy to see me, Nina?” he asked licking his thick caramel colored lips.
“Not really. I was enjoying my time alone actually.”
“I don’t think you were alone.”
I dropped my hands from my hips and walked right past him and got back comfortable back on the couch. Technically I wasn’t alone because Asahd was just blowing my back out on the floor, but it would be foolish for me to count that as time.
Burge made his way over to one side of the sectional and pulled my feet onto his lap. One thing he was good at was using his hands. They were big and soft surprisingly with the line of work he was in. He began to knead and rub on my feet paying close attention to my arch. I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t in bliss as he rubbed my feet like playdoh in his hands. It felt so good.
“You like that baby?” he mumbled bringing my feet up to his lips and kissing each toe.