Turning my attention back to the blog post and picture, I read the headline then the caption under, feeling like a dark cloud had come over me. Frisk and I had been together for years now, even had a baby, and this is when he chooses to fuck around? I would have rather him done the shit in the beginning stages when I could have pressed on much easier, but now this shit was gonna kill me from within.
“Is that cool?” I heard Bia ask.
“Um, yeah,” I replied even though I had absolutely no idea what she’d asked. “I’m actually gonna go home.” I got up.
“What? Why? I thought you were staying over?” Draylah’s brows dipped and so did Bia’s.
“I was, but then I remembered I have to take care of something at home. I’m sorry, y’all, but I will make it up to you.”
I grabbed my shit up then rushed out to go get Alessiah from the guest room I’d left her in. I obviously didn’t have shit to do, but I felt like in any minute, I was gonna burst into tears, and I didn’t wanna do that in front of them. I needed to process this news on my own. Thankfully, I was really the only one out of my friends who even looked at those gossip blogs, which was even a rarity for me. So I didn’t have to worry about them seeing it before I told them… if I told them.
After getting my baby, I drove straight home, not even wanting to call Frisk. I didn’t know if he’d seen the blog yet, but before he got the chance to try and convince me, I wanted to get all the details from that little bitch he was with.
In the caption of the photo on the blog, it stated that she worked for Ricky’s Zebra strip club, so I was about to pull up to get her side of the story before Frisk got to her as well.
I hopped on the freeway toward the club, and for some reason, it was free. If you lived in L.A., then you knew the freeways were hardly ever free and clear unless you traveled places between 2 a.m. and 5 a.m. all the time. I got to the club about twenty minutes later and whipped right in front of valet so that he could go park my car. I had Alessiah in her stroller, covered with a blanket since thankfully she was still asleep.
“Hey Kline, can you get someone to come around back for me so we can talk?” I smiled up in the big bouncer’s face after reading his shirt with his name stitched in it.
I was hoping my connection to Frisk would get me some benefits. I mean, I technically worked for Ricky since I managed two of his artists, but Ricky kept his music side far, far away from his club business, so I wasn’t sure if Kline knew that.
Looking me up and down, Kline smirked before licking his lips. I used every muscle in my body to keep from puking all over him.
“Aye, you Frisk’s wife, huh?”
“I’m his girlfriend. Can I speak with an umm…?” I pulled my phone out to go look in my photos since I’d taken a screenshot of the gossip blog article. “Ali Diamond?”
“Oh shit, that’s the bitch that fucked her man,” some hoe standing in line ‘whispered’ loudly as hell to her friend.
“First off, bitch, you don’t know who the fuck slept with my man! Maybe worry less about who my nigga is fucking, and more about why you’re standing in line at the club in kitten heels looking for a nigga!” I snapped. Her little comment had gotten to me, and I was beyond irritated. Had Alessiah not been with me, I just might have beaten that bitch’s ass.
Sometimes I fucking hated this ‘celebrity’ life because everyone felt like they knew every fucking thing! Not to mention, anything that got posted on a blog or website, people believed. I couldn’t do shit without people posting pictures of me, and I couldn’t say shit online without people assuming I was beefing with someone or ‘on the rocks’ with my man. It was just stressful! But at least I had my friends who understood since they were subjected to the same bullshit, especially Draylah and Kattlyn.
“Damn, calm down, sexy.” Kline touched my shoulder. I wanted to light into him for calling me sexy, but I needed a favor, so I held back. “Go around the side and I’ll have someone send her out. She doesn’t go on for an hour and a half, so you’re good.”
“Thanks.” I turned my stroller and started to walk past the bitch who talked shit. We had a stare down for a little bit, until I made my way around the side to wait.
It seemed like forever and a day had passed before the hoe Ali Diamond came walking out in a velour suit that was definitely too small. Her body was dope though, so I was sure she bought that size to show it off.
“Make sure he got my set right!” she yelled, coming outside and glancing around for a second before landing on me. Chuckling and shaking her head, she folded her arms before saying, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I want to know what happened between you and Jason.”
“Ooh, Jason. Trying to prove you’re wifey by using his government name?”
“Bit—” I took a deep breath. “I’m using his government name because that’s his name. The name Frisk is for groupies like yourself to use. Now what happened?”
“Why the hell should I tell you? You just called me a damn groupie!” She turned away to go back inside, but I grabbed her arm.
Grinding my teeth for a second, I said, “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed. I just had a baby by this man six months ago, and I’m just confused.” I put on the distressed and depressed baby mama role.
It seemed to work, because her body language changed, and her facial expression softened.
“Okay. He fell asleep in my lap while I was rubbing his head. I helped him to the bedroom, and he woke up thinking I was you when he fell back onto the bed. He started groping me and kissing on my neck, so I decided to go for it. I unbuckled his jeans and was about to suck his dick, but I realized he was passed out by that time. But had he not passed out, he definitely would have fucked me. And if he doesn’t run me some cash, I’m gonna tell all the blogs we fucked and that I’m pregnant by him. Niggas will be laughing at y’all relationship once they see your man is a trifling cheater.” She giggled.
For a moment, I stood there silent, wanting to snatch her by her hair and whoop her ass. But when I got angry and fought, anything around me became invisible. I refused to accidentally knock my baby over and out of her stroller for some cum bucket that was trying to come up off of lies. Plus, I was managing two budding careers and couldn’t be seen out here fighting. Ricky would have my head, and I’d most likely be out of a very well-paying job. So no, I wasn’t about to endure any of that or possibly harm my baby for this stripper.
“Okay, thanks.” I turned to leave, pushing the stroller.
“Wait! That’s all you have to say! Tell that nigga run me some bread or else!” she shouted after me, but I paid her no mind, as I proceeded to walk and handed valet my ticket.
On the way home, I saw Frisk calling me, but I decided not to answer. I didn’t want to talk to him at the moment, and I needed to gather my thoughts. I was angry, irritated, disappointed, and just overall bothered. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was gnawing at me, but I didn’t like it.
As soon as I got home, I put Alessiah in her crib and then went to take a bubble bath, hoping that would relax me. When I got out, I heard Frisk calling my name, but I just ignored him, wrapping my towel around my body and grabbing my body oil from my clear toiletry cabinet.
“Baby?” He knocked on the bathroom door.
Still, I said nothing, rubbing my body down and slipping my nightgown over my head. When he heard me turn on the faucet to wash the remaining oil from my hands, he came in.
“V, I—”
“I met her.”
“You—you met who—”
“You know who the fuck I’m talking about. I met the little bitch that got you caught up!” I yelled, no longer able to stay calm.
Coming further into the bathroom, he said, “V, I swear to God I don’t even remember anything. I swear to you. I put that on everything I love.” He tried to touch me, but I backed away.
“She told me what happened. She said you fell asleep on her and when y’all got to the bedroom, you though
t she was me and tried to fuck her. She was about to give in, but you passed out.”
His frown changed to a calm expression, and I chuckled because I knew he thought everything was good to go now.
“Oh shit, thank God!” He palmed his chest. “But wait, if that’s what she told you, why the fuck you ain’t been answering my calls and up here yelling at me?”
“Because, Jason, you are a grown ass, attached man with a child! How long have we been together, nigga?” I got in his face… well, his chest since he was much taller than me.
“A minute, but—”
“Exactly! Too fucking long for you to be doing bullshit like this and not coming home! You mean to tell me you can’t even have fun with your friends, without blacking out and almost cheating on me? Yet, you want me to marry you? You can cancel that idea!”
“Cancel it for what? It was one fucking mistake! I learned from the shit, and now I’m not gon’ do it again! But damn, I didn’t even fuck the bitch!”
“Only because you passed out! Do you not see the damn problem! You’ve been drinking long enough to know your damn limits, Jason! You have a child, and a soon to be wife, yet you think it’s okay to drink until you pass the fuck out? And then end up in bed with a hoe? And when were you gonna man up and tell me? Because clearly you thought you actually fucked her!”
“I was—I just… I woke up frantic ‘cause all the homies were gone, and I just needed some time.”
“No, you weren’t gonna tell me. See, that’s the problems you have, Jason. You’re still trying to be a little boy but wanting grown man things. If you want a wife and a family, you need to act like it.” I shoulder bumped him. “You woke up and all your homies were gone. So even Qamar made it back to his wife. Think about that. Qamar, the dumbest most reckless nigga in L.A., still made it home and you didn’t.”
Qamar would beat you, not take care of his kids, say unforgivable things, and act like a little hoe when he didn’t get his way, but the one thing he never did was cheat. It was actually comical. I guess these days, the only way to have a faithful nigga was if he was horrible in every other way.
“Baby—” Frisk reached for me.
“Don’t fucking touch me, and don’t sleep in here.” I left the bathroom and went out to the bedroom.
If Frisk wanted to get married, he’d have to prove it. I wasn’t about to just marry him so I’d be able to say I was a married woman like most of these bitches out here. Nigga didn’t even know how to come home but wanted to be a husband. Boy, bye.
Ricky AK
A few days later… The AK Experience
“Aye, y’all ready to show these muthafuckas how we do it on the West?” I shouted into the microphone, causing the audience to go wild. “Y’all ready to see how a nigga from South Central does his shit?” I hollered, causing the screams to only heighten.
I nodded to Wonder who was behind me, and he started the track so I could perform the last song of the night. The crowd was hype as hell, singing the shit word for word like usual, so a few times I put the mic out to them and let them rock for a little bit.
When I was finally done, I paused to drink some water, and as I did so, a girl threw her panties. She was a little ways from the stage even though she was front row, so they landed on my security guard, causing Wonder and I to snicker.
“Fuck you throwing ya panties for?” I grinned down at her.
“Because I love you, and I want you to have them! I’m your biggest fan, AK!” she shouted back, making me and everyone in earshot chuckle.
“Well if you my biggest fan, baby, then you should know I don’t give a fuck about no damn panties. I like what’s in the panties.”
The crowd roared with claps and laughter, as the girl stared up at me like I’d just rocked her world. Shit was hilarious.
“Before I go, I got some guests for y’all.”
I nodded for Draylah and Angie to bring out Camellia and Frederick. My baby Lily was walking with them as well. When the audience saw my kids, they went crazy, and I just laughed seeing my twins stare out at the audience with their small lips parted. There were thousands of fucking people here.
As Angie walked backstage, I said, “Y’all know my wife, Draylah. She fine as fuck, right? I made sure that pull out game was weak with this one.”
“Ricky.” Draylah bucked her eyes at me with a smile, as the audience screamed and laughed in agreement with me. She had on this tight ass short dress with some thin ass straps, and some heels on. Her hair was straight down, and she had a nigga wanting to fuck her right here on the stage.
“I always praise my pretty ass wife. She ain’t used to it though.” I smirked before kissing her a few times, then squatted down to Camellia. “You wanna say something, baby?”
Camellia put her little hands on the microphone and said, “This is my daddy.” She palmed her little chest, and the whole venue broke out into laughter. She was possessive as hell, just like her mama.
“They know, baby.” I kissed her cheek then turned to Frederick. “You wanna talk, son?”
“The girls…” was all he said, causing everyone to chortle loudly as hell.
“Aye y’all, my son is like his daddy. He looking for the ladies 24/7 out here.” I glanced at Draylah when she punched my side lightly. “I mean, that’s what I used to do.” I put the microphone to Lily and said, “What about you, beautiful?”
Lily took the microphone completely from my hands and said, “Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me if you wanted to—”
“Aye, aye!” I took the mic from her, but everyone in the audience continued the lyrics for her, so I gave it back and told Wonder to drop the beat to it.
After I picked up Frederick and Draylah picked up Camellia, we stepped back and just watched Lily and the audience rap “Bodak Yellow.” I hated hearing her say the shit, but I thanked God that she got some of the bad shit wrong, plus the shit was funny as a muthafucka. She was actually doing a good ass job.
When she was done, I took the microphone back and said, “Y’all give it up for my baby.” I placed Frederick down and picked Lily up before asking, “What’s ya rap name?”
“Lily AK,” she said shyly as if she wasn’t just up here rapping some vulgar ass lyrics. The fans yelled and clapped for her after she said her rap name, which made her cheese.
I finished closing out the show, and the five of us went to have dinner, which thankfully had Camellia, Frederick, and Lily knocked the fuck out on the ride home. My grandma was at the house already waiting because she was gon’ chill at the crib with the kids even though they were asleep so Draylah and I could go get some miniature Christmas trees.
We already had a 14-foot Christmas tree decorated and everything, but the kids wanted some little shit to decorate themselves. My humongous ass den was a fucking Christmas town with wreaths, lights, decorations, and even a fucking big ass train traveling through. If I tripped over that muthafucka one more time though, I was throwing that shit out the fucking window. My kids would have to get over that shit.
Once we made sure everyone was in bed and knocked the fuck out, Draylah and I changed, chopped it up with my grandma for a minute, and then left out to this tree spot I saw in the hood. It was hard finding little ass trees, but on the way to the studio, I peeped some at this one spot. Pulling into the parking lot, I saw it was pretty full but not too bad, since I was able to get pretty close to the front.
I helped my lady out of the car, and then we made our way to where the small trees were, which was the front area. I saw some old, fat, white muthafucka standing there smoking a cigarette, almost like he was guarding the two small trees that would be perfect for my kids.
“Aye, how much for the little ass trees right there?” I pointed down to them.
“Not for sale,” he replied, throwing his cigarette down and smashing it.
“Well make it for sale, muthafucka. Fuck you gon’ do with two little ass trees anyway?” I frowned. This nigga had me hot al-fucking-re
ady.
“Ricky—” Draylah attempted to interject.
“Nah, this nigga got me fucked up. He better give me a price before I just take both of these muthafuckas.”
“See, that’s the problem with you Blacks. So damn entitled all the time!”
WHAM!
Without another word, I clocked the nigga upside the head with my heat, causing him to stumble back as a line of blood trickled down his forehead. I snatched his ass up by the back of his shirt, and prodded his back with my 9mm.
“Draylah, get the trees,” I said, and she quickly grabbed the two small ones up. “Aye y’all, tonight it’s a free all! Take whatever muthafuckin’ tree you want, and it’s free of charge!” I shouted. “Ain’t that right, bruh?” I asked the raw turkey looking nigga as I pushed the gun further into his fat ass back.
“Yes, yes.” He nodded, still out of breath. “Ah!” he yowled when Draylah kneed him in the nuts.
“They can’t hear you, nigga!” she barked, turning me on.
“Yes! It’s free! Take it!” he damn near screamed.
Like clockwork, everyone in that bitch started snatching up trees and rope, before rushing off to their cars. In less than five damn minutes, there were only about three sad ass trees left, so I dropped that bitch ass nigga to the floor.
“Ah!” he shouted, clutching his body after I kicked his ass in the stomach. “Please don’t ki—”
“Shut yo’ hoe ass up,” I spat, turning my lip up in disgust at how much of a bitch this nigga was. Leaning down, I grinned. “Thanks for the discount, nigga.”
When I stood up, Draylah and I darted off towards my whip, shoved the trees into the back seat, and then I sped out that bitch.
“Baby, there are like two damn trees left!” Draylah pointed to the tree yard we’d just left. “Did we seriously just steal some Christmas trees?”
“Damn fucking right we did. Nigga should have been acting right and he could have made some money. Now his bitch ass ain’t got the cash or the trees.”
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