“Ple—” she tried to beg, but I was choking her ass.
Finally, I let her go and pressed my gun to her head forcefully, making her lips tremble and shake like James Brown.
“Why you fucking with me? Who put you up to this shit, bitch?”
“Glo—Glory,” she stammered, just as Glory’s hoe ass emerged from the back looking like a deer in headlights.
“Go sit down on the couch, and I swear to God if you try anything dumb, I’m gon’ blow ya fucking head off ya shoulders,” I gritted to the bitch Glory used for some reason.
“Ah!” Glory screamed when I snatched her ass up by her hair to stop her from running.
“You just ain’t gon’ stop ‘til a bullet is lodged in yo’ shit, huh?” I seethed, holding her hair so damn tightly that I could feel it loosening from her scalp. I had my gun against the side of her face, so when a tear rolled down it, I wiped it with my Glock.
“Please, Ricky, I’m sorry.”
“How you even get my fucking number?”
“I—I got it out of MG’s phone,” she cried.
I all of sudden heard some movement, and when I turned around, still holding Glory’s hair, I saw that other bitch trying to make a run for it.
PHEW!
I popped her ass immediately, not even giving her a chance to say shit. I’d told her ass to sit tight or that I was gon’ murk her ass. How much more warning did the bitch need? I was actually gon’ let her go, but since she ain’t wanna listen, she had to go the other way. Bitch was probably a snitch anyway.
“Oh my gosh.” Glory sobbed at the sight.
“Shut yo’ ass up.” I escorted Glory to the bedroom and shoved her forward some, before closing the door. “Call Draylah up right now and tell her what the fuck you been doing.”
“She umm, she won’t answer. I’m blocked.”
Shaking my head, I took my phone out and dialed Draylah up but on FaceTime.
“Baby, where are you? I was just about to call—” She stopped talking when I flipped the camera to show Glory sitting on the bed looking like road kill because of her hair.
“That’s who’s been playing on my phone,” I replied dryly.
“No, I spoke to the girl and it wasn’t her.”
“She had some other bitch do it.” I looked to Glory. “You get a kick out of using bitches, don’t you?”
“No, I was—”
“Say sorry to my girl right fucking now before you piss me the fuck off,” I barked.
“I’m sorry, Draylah, for everything! I just hate that we’re not friends anymore and that you get to go and be happy! I got used to you always being the one getting fucked over and needing me, that now—”
“Okay, I’m bored with this bitch and I’m tired of beating her ass.”
“So can I fuck right quick then?” I joked as soon as I got the camera back onto me.
“If you want me to cut your dick off, then go ahead, Frederick.” Draylah hung up and I laughed a little bit before dropping it and pocketing my phone.
I started moving slowly towards Glory, and her eyes stayed wide open as she looked up at me, sniffling.
“What you thought was gon’ happen? I was gon’ come through and dick you down?” I squatted to be eye level with her. “That’s all you want, huh? For me to fuck you.” I bit my lip.
I saw her tears subside as we gazed at one another in the dark room. Wiping her nose, she pushed her hair behind her ears and nodded slowly.
“Just one time, and I promise I will leave you guys alone. And I promise I will never tell Draylah.”
“You real life obsessed with a nigga.”
She thought what I’d said was a compliment, so she shrugged with a half-smile then nodded again shyly.
“I guess so,” she responded softly.
“The most you could ever get from me is some nut on ya face after sucking me off. You could never in yo’ pathetic ass thot life achieve the shit Draylah has, and you especially couldn’t have her nigga. You know I’m her nigga, right? And that I love her?” I knew that shit would fuck with her.
“Ricky—”
PHEW!
“Keep that shit to yaself,” I said after sending a silent shot through her head.
I made a call to the homies I used for clean up, and after they came through and scoured the areas needing attention, we all left. I had a feeling that wasn’t quite the end of my women problems, but I was deading all that shit ASAP, and literally.
Bia George
One week later…
I woke up and sighed, loving the feeling of these sheets and this extremely comfortable bed. Smiling with my eyes closed, I jumped for joy on the inside at the fact that I was graduating this afternoon. I had my degree, and today was just the ceremony where they literally placed a blank piece of paper in my hand for show, but I was still gonna go. I almost passed on the ceremony, but my mother, along with Kito, convinced me to participate. And I must say I was happy as hell that I’d listened.
Opening my eyes finally, I was taken aback by the big beautiful bouquet of fresh red roses sitting on the nightstand next to Kito’s bed. Sitting up, I brought the sheet up to cover my naked body, and then smelled them. Grabbing the card that sat between them, I ripped it open and read it with a subtle smile.
Congratulations with yo’ smart, beautiful ass. You still ain’t smarter than me though.
I chuckled at Kito before placing the card back into the envelope and eyeing the roses. There were so many, and it was so beautiful that I decided I needed to put them on my Instagram. Plus, Kito’s house always made for good Instagram pictures because of the way his home was set up. It was obvious he’d been a bachelor for a while because everything was just neutral colored and sparsely furnished.
Picking up my phone, I saw I had thirty missed calls from Qamar, which was nothing new. These days I put my phone on Do Not Disturb at night because I knew he’d be blowing me up. Not to mention the constant texts he’d send, insulting me then apologizing.
Irritated, I went in and blocked his number finally. I assumed he’d stop once he realized I was never gonna answer, but I was wrong. That nigga was determined. My mother was definitely right about the fact that men always believed if they’ve had you once, they can again.
“Finally yo’ ass is up. Snoring so damn loud my fucking neighbors came over here. Had to tell ‘em you wasn’t used to getting dicked down properly and to give you a break.” Kito entered the bedroom holding a tray of breakfast food.
I hurriedly put my phone down because I didn’t want Kito to know about those calls. He was itching to fuck Qamar up, and I wasn’t sure if homeboy could survive another broken nose.
“You’re such an asshole. I do not snore, nigga.” I giggled shyly.
“Whatever. Make space.”
I did as I was told and put my back against the headboard as Kito placed the wooden tray across my lap. I eyed the waffles, eggs, toast, and fruit with lust, before taking a sip of my orange juice.
Kito sat down on the edge of the bed near me, and began to massage one of my feet after I prayed. I made sure to thank God for answering my prayer for a good man a little while back. I was so busy trying to force something with Qamar just to have some sort of love, but I guess God kept throwing roadblocks in that to let me know he had something much better waiting for me. I was thankful that he did so, because I probably wouldn’t have gotten Kito. God truly works in mysterious ways.
“Thanks for all of this.” I smirked.
“You’re welcome. You deserve it. You sure you don’t wanna go turn up at the club tonight?”
“No, a dinner is fine.” I chuckled. “Dinner, a body massage, and you.”
“Aight, I got you. If you change ya mind though, I’ll be ready to fuck some shit up.”
“Oh, I’m sure!”
***
Later that evening…
Kito and I were at dinner at this place named Mastro’s Steakhouse. I hadn’t realized how much of a foodi
e I was until I’d started dating Kito. And even though he worked out like four days a week, he wasn’t the type to tell you not to eat pizza or any other garbage that tasted like heaven. I was even going to the gym a lot more now, but I think that was only because I just loved being around him, so it motivated me to go.
“I am so stuffed, baby.” I let my head fall back with a grin. Picking it back up, I said, “Can you believe I’m a college graduate?”
“How does it feel?”
“So good. I never thought I would ever see this day, but I’m happy that I kept going.”
“I’m happy you did too. You ain’t let all the bullshit get in yo’ way and stop you. That’s hella attractive. You’s a little hustler.” He bit his lip, turning me on.
“We heard there is a college graduate in the house, and thought you’d like to celebrate with some champagne.” The waitress came over with a bottle and popped it open, making me cheese.
“Kito,” I whined, as she filled our champagne glasses.
We did a toast, and after sipping for a little bit, I went and sat on his side of the table with him so we could kiss.
“I would post a picture of this bottle and tag you, but someone doesn’t have an Instagram.” I rolled my eyes playfully.
“I had one, but I had to get rid of that shit.” He rubbed down his face and shook his head.
“Why?” My brow was raised because from the look on his face, I was sure some piping hot tea was behind all this.
“Aight, so...” He chuckled, so I shook my head at him, making him laugh. “Back when I was pushing weight heavily,” he spoke that part lowly, but then let his voice return to its normal octave when he added, “I used to, you know, have a lot of women. It was almost like it came with the job. And since I wasn’t really looking for no serious shit, I dabbled in a few of them.”
“Oh my gosh.” I moved away some but he pulled me back in close to him.
“Chill out.” He kissed me. “But nah, fucking with different females and not really paying attention to their asses and what they were doing got me in a bunch of drama, mainly because of Instagram and Facebook and shit. And I was sloppy with it because I didn’t care, so.” He shrugged.
“Sloppy like what?”
“Not like that. I ain’t never had raw sex in my life until you. I was fucking too much for that shit. But I mean, like, they had texts on me and all that types of shit.”
“Oh. Well you better not be still about that life.”
“I ain’t. No reason to be. I see something I want, and badly as hell, so I don’t need to look elsewhere.”
Kito’s words always had me smiling like a complete fool. And he’d always laugh at me, which I hated.
“Good.”
“But I may start one up again so I can watch yo’ ass. Making sure you ain’t posting too much provocative shit on there.”
“Boy, bye.” I laughed.
Kito slid a black velvet gift box onto the table, and I slowly set my glass down before straightening up. I looked his way, and he gestured towards it for me to open it.
I lifted the top, and my jaw dropped at the sight of the beautiful diamond bracelet sitting inside. It was so blinding that I had to look off for a little bit.
“Let me help you.” Kito removed it and then fastened it around my wrist.
“Thank you, baby.” I hugged his neck and then pulled back some so that we could share a kiss.
“You know you got me on some shit I ain’t usually on, right?” he whispered against my lips as his big hands caressed my back.
“Likewise.” I kissed his soft lips slowly, sending chills down my own damn spine.
We left the restaurant and went to stop by the hospital to see my mother for a little bit. It was late, but I knew my mother didn’t mind and wanted to see me since today was so special. And she loved Kito, so she was definitely happy to see him, even though I could have sworn she was kind of rushing us to go. She kept hinting at how late it was and how she needed to rest. Overall, she looked happy though.
I think it put her at ease that I was actually happy right now, because her blood pressure levels had been great, and they said she could go home soon if she wanted. I preferred for her to stay, despite them saying she was getting better, just because of how quickly being in the hospital had gotten her much more well than before. She actually had a chance at beating this, and I didn’t want anything jeopardizing it.
After being with my mother for an hour, Kito and I left the hospital, but I noticed he wasn’t going to his house.
“Why are we here?” I frowned at the sight of the club we’d pulled up to in dirty ass Hollywood.
“Come on.” Kito smiled, getting out of the driver’s seat and handing his keys to the valet guy in the lot around the side. He then came around to open my door.
“Oh my gosh! Kito, I’m horny!” I yelled, making him laugh as he took my hand into his.
“Trust me, I’m gon’ get you right, but let’s have some fun.”
I sucked my teeth as he led me around the front, and I noticed we were able to just walk in. There was also a dark curtain blocking the club.
“Congratulations!” a crowd of people yelled as soon as Kito and I stepped from behind the curtain. Scanning the crowd, I saw Draylah, Kattlyn, Virginia, Ricky, MG, Frisk, Automatic, and a bunch of people. I even saw Marjorie and Donna from work, and Taya’s little butt cheesing.
“Ma, what are you doing?” I cried, seeing her standing with Taya. “How did you even…”
“Ricky and Draylah picked me up.”
I looked to Kito. “Is this why we made so many stops and took detours on the way ‘home?’”
Kito shrugged as I began to hug everyone.
“I’m trying to get like you.” Draylah smiled before we hugged. “Congrats, Bia, I’m really happy for you.” She gave me a knowing look and I nodded.
“You ain’t drunk enough for me.” Kattlyn shook her head with her wild ass, making me giggle.
Once I finished greeting everyone, we all went up to the VIP area to dance, eat cake, and relax, as the deejay played whatever song I wanted.
“You okay?” I asked my mom, who was sitting next to Taya getting down on the couch. I made sure to let the ladies working my party know not to not serve her underage ass any drinks.
“Girl, yes. Enjoy yourself while I watch y’all fools. I need some entertainment before I go back to that damn hospital,” my mom replied.
Chuckling, I said, “Okay.” I hugged her and then went to where my friends, their men, and Kito were.
Draylah was giving Ricky a lap dance, and this nigga palmed the back of her head to push it down, while watching her ass with his teeth digging into his bottom lip. They needed to just go home and fuck already.
“I told you I didn’t want a party.” I sat in Kito’s lap.
“Yeah, but I think you did. Gotta do this shit before I put a baby in yo’ fine ass.” He grinned. Hearing him even allude to having a future with me made me feel some type of way.
Not able to find anything to say, I kissed him, and then stood up before leading him to the dance floor. For the next twenty minutes, Kito and I had a ball on the dancefloor, and I was feeling myself every time I could feel his dick hardening from me dancing on him.
Next thing I knew, we were in the bathroom, kissing hard as hell on our way to the stall. I helped Kito get his jeans open, and in one motion, he’d lifted me up and pushed my panties to the side. I felt his thick head at my opening, and once he pushed inside, my body tensed up.
“Fuck, Bia,” he groaned against my mouth as he gripped my ass to fully dig in deep.
“Ahhh, ahhh,” I cried out as Kito glided in and out of me perfectly. I rained down on him in no time, just before he started to go ham.
I didn’t care who walked in, and I could tell he didn’t either, as we kissed and fucked like two horny dogs.
“Shit, I’m ‘bout to nut,” he grumbled, still fucking me, pulling another orgasm from m
y body.
A couple more pumps later, and Kito was letting loose as we sucked one another’s lips hungrily.
This was the best graduation day ever.
Micah “MG” Gaines
“This a good one right here.” Ricky bobbed his head to the song I’d just recorded. Maybach turned to him and nodded with a smile.
“Good, because I’m tired as fuck. In a minute, Greezy and I are gon’ be throwing down over this damn album.”
We all chuckled in unison at the thought.
I was tired of dealing with Greezy’s ass. I just wanted to make a good album and make sure that shit went to the top. Nobody liked to be under Greezy’s microscope, especially these days after the way he did Qamar’s ass. Granted, everything Qamar did would have happened to him regardless of Greezy being around or not, but no one expected shit to hit his ass this hard. But it was just like Qamar to fuck a crazy sociopath’s wife.
“Aight, I’m up out of here. I gotta handle some shit with the label.” Ricky stood up and dapped up both Maybach and me.
“Aye, man, hit me for some heat if you find some artists,” Maybach said, and Ricky nodded.
“You still gon’ do the label shit, huh? I know that nigga Greezy is heated about that shit,” I commented.
“I don’t give a fuck what that nigga is. I ain’t about to quit doing what the fuck I wanna do over his bitch ass. I have no qualms about handling homie, if you know what I mean. That’s the difference between me and a lot of these other muthafuckas.”
“I hear you.” I nodded, happy he wasn’t gon’ stop his hustle for Greezy’s grizzly bear ass.
I decided to walk out with Ricky to his whip, and on the way, he asked, “So how you gon’ get ya kid back, man? I know you ain’t letting Isla just get away with that shit. You need to just go on ‘head and break her fucking face.”
Laughing at this crazy nigga, I replied, “Nah, I got something for her though. And best believe I’m gon’ have Michael half the time.”
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