It was real close to Christmas time, and tonight, the ladies and I were gonna go out and just have dinner. Earlier, I had a lot of appointments, then I had a photoshoot for this magazine I did an interview with. The pictures were sexy, black and white, and just dope. I posted one of them on Instagram, a bikini shot, and Ricky’s foolish ass commented ‘I be busting all in that. Fine ass.’ He was so ridiculous, but I loved how into me he was.
On the way to the restaurant, I had the radio on, which was rare, but I was too in a rush to connect the system to my phone via Bluetooth. Plus, the ride was short, so there was no need for all that at the moment. A song came on that I was tired of fucking hearing, so at the red light, I began to skim through my channels.
“We got Lue in the building!” the radio host shouted, and I got ready to turn until I heard him ask, “So you and Draylah... what was the deal with that?”
I had no idea why this host was asking him about me, when I’d been with Ricky for years. Hell, some days I forgot I even dated Lue. I tell you, the media was always being messy.
Chuckling, Lue replied, “That was my girl for a cool minute, but then you know, she was on her come up shit, so she got with old boy.”
I rolled my eyes. The nerve of this nigga to make it seem like I was on the hunt for a rich nigga. He needed to tell them how he had a baby on me! And did they miss him beating me outside of the club one night? Yeah, Lue was a real standup guy that I did wrong.
“Damn, so she met him and left you. I thought she just dated y’all closely together.”
“Nah, she left me pretty much. I got the chance to make some beats for him, and she came to the studio one day. Next thing I know, she’s with this nigga 24 fucking 7. I see pictures of them holding hands and shit, and everywhere I see this nigga on the Internet, her ass was right there too. He, of course, ain’t wanna use my beats, then the nigga got her pregnant ASAP.”
“She gave you no warning, huh?” The other male host laughed as I shook my head.
“Nah, not at all, but that’s what she was looking for. She wanted that lifestyle he got. I mean, look at her now; she got what, 9 million followers on Instagram, always rocking the nicest shit… this is what she was after the whole time, and when we was together, I couldn’t do for her like he could. I mean, I bought her nice things, but not like he was doing.”
“I mean, I’ve met AK and he seems like a smart, no nonsense guy, so don’t you think he would have seen her motive if she had one?” the host asked. “Not to mention, Draylah does pretty well for herself.”
“Exactly, nigga!” I shouted at the radio.
“Nah, I mean, I think he with her just to fuck with me,” Lue replied.
“It’s been years though, and they got kids, and the marriage. And AK has never paraded a woman around like that so she must mean a—”
“Yeah, but I know he with her just to shit on me. It’s cool. I ain’t tripping though, because Draylah for everybody.”
“Ooh!” the host shouted along with his co-host. “Well, she’s beautiful as hell… I mean as hell… So if what you’re saying is true, I definitely hope I get a turn.” He, Lue, and the co-host chuckled. “I’m kidding, AK, if you’re listening, but your wife is fine, man.”
I rolled my eyes hard as hell as I turned into the restaurant’s valet area. I was a bit annoyed with Lue, but I knew once Ricky got wind of that interview, he was gonna demolish Lue publicly and privately. The thought alone made me smile.
My friends and I chose this restaurant named Ferro, since we all wanted some nice hearty food. It was also pretty upscale, so we didn’t have to worry about being interrupted and could actually have a nice time together. We were even able to reserve a sectioned off area where there were sliding doors to keep us secluded.
“Please tell the cook to make it as fast as possible,” Virginia told the waiter as we handed off our menus.
“No, I don’t want my food fucked up,” I interjected.
“I will have them work diligently on yours.” The waiter smiled. “Your drinks should be coming over in a second.”
“Thank you,” the four of us responded simultaneously.
“So baby number two, Bia, how does it feel?” Kattlyn grinned. “I mean, now that you know your husband isn’t cheating.”
“I told her ass he wasn’t!” I said.
“You also told me to kill him.” She gave me a look, and I just smiled. “And if y’all saw roses on your man’s credit card bill and knew you didn’t get any, what the hell would you think?” Bia raised a brow, and the three of us sat quietly because she was right.
“Kito’s so sweet and very honest though. I feel like if he found someone else, he’d just divorce you instead of cheating,” Virginia added just as the waitress returned with our drinks and Bia’s juice.
“Thanks, V, so helpful.” Bia fake smiled as we laughed.
“Excuse me, ladies, but there is a young man standing outside of this room, and he asked me to speak with you.” The waitress looked down at me.
“Me?” I pointed into my chest. “Speak to me about what?”
“He said something about him being a rapper and that you were married to someone who owns a record label.”
“Oh wow. Tell him if he wants help, he needs to get his record to Ricky himself, that’s not my job.”
“But I can’t!” The boy yanked the door open and slipped in.
“Hmm, he’s cute,” Virginia said under her breath, biting a piece of the bread.
He was a nice-looking guy, but very skinny. He reminded me of August Alsina but a little more rugged. He didn’t have the gangsta but gentlemen/businessman appeal that I liked though. He was nothing like my baby. But then again, no one was Ricky AK.
“Sir, you cannot just walk in here!” the waiter reprimanded him.
“My bad,” he said and then turned his attention back to me. “Draylah, just tell him to listen to this for me, please? Your husband is not easy to get to by any means. Every nigga in L.A. claims they know him but don’t.” He placed the CD down.
“What’s your name?” Bia inquired.
“Lonz.”
“Okay, well I will give it to him, but I don’t know what he will say or if he will listen to it,” I explained, dropping the CD into my bag.
“Trust me, anything that comes from your pretty mouth, he’ll listen to.” Lonz stared down at me.
“Ooop!” Kattlyn’s ass chimed in.
“Okay, you have a goodnight.” I ignored his attempt to flirt with me. Maybe back in high school that would have worked, but nigga, please.
“He’s cute but whack,” Bia said once Lonz and the waiter left out. We all chortled loudly at her comment. I guess because we were thinking the same thing.
The dinner was great and just what the four of us needed since we stayed working a lot. We even planned to go to Jamaica next month, and I was already excited to be in a thong bikini.
I always dreamed of having a life like this where I owned my own business and had a beautiful family and great friends. There were so many times that I thought it would never happen for me, but I was happy that it had come true. I was even happier that my life had come together even better than what I used to pray for at night.
I know that not every single great thing that happened to me was because of Ricky, but before him, I never smiled as much and never felt so… good. Just thinking about him and my children had me smiling as I sat in my car right now.
Pressing the button to crank my car up, I decided to listen to Lonz’s album just to see if he was about anything. After three songs, I knew Ricky would think I was crazy if I brought this to him, because it was pretty much trash. However, I said I would pass it on, so that’s what I was gonna do. Hell, too many trash rappers were making millions, and if my husband could add to the millions he already had via Lonz, I wasn’t gonna get in the way of that.
Qamar
“Ahhh,” Genesis moaned as I tickled her clit with my tongue before sucking on it
.
Her small thighs gyrated against my ears as she came, wetting up the whole bottom of my face. Spreading her legs wider, I continued to tear her apart, until her moans became louder and more high-pitched, before she jerked and shook the way I wanted her to.
Coming up for air, I was about to slide inside, but the doorbell sounded off through my mansion. It was then I remembered that my barber was coming over to cut my hair.
“Fuck,” I groaned, pissed off because my dick was hard as hell. But I needed my shit cut ASAP for this show I was doing tomorrow night, and my barber was leaving town with his family for Christmas vacation in the morning. By saying that, it was now or never.
Climbing off of Genesis, I slipped my sweats and boxers back on, walked to the bathroom and started to brush my teeth. Lying on top of her only kept my dick swollen, so I needed to get her ass out my sight. She followed me to the bathroom, hopping into the shower to clean up really quickly since she’d already bathed this morning.
By the time I was done brushing my teeth, Genesis was out the shower and knocked out, and my barber was blowing my damn phone up.
“Aight, I’m coming down!” I barked into the phone, hanging up before he could respond.
I rushed down after slipping on some boxers and sweats, and once I got to the door, I let Chris’s old bugaboo ass in.
“Damn, I thought you’d changed ya mind,” he said, stepping in.
“Nah, I was just trying to handle something when you showed up.” I brushed my hand across my unkempt fade. “In the den as usual.”
When Chris and I got to the den, I sat down in my barber chair, and he got right to work. We got to talking as usual about my work and other shit I had going on, as he cut me up nicely.
“So how does Genesis and Bia being cool even work? Don’t Bia got a protective order against you?”
“My wife ain’t cool with that bitch,” I sneered.
I hated hearing Bia’s name, because that shit would piss me off. To be honest, after she had that restraining order put on me, I just knew that after a couple months she would see it was a mistake and drop the shit. I just knew she would be at my door begging to hop on my dick in less than six months, and I couldn’t wait to turn her ass down. But… that day never came. It was almost like she completely forgot about a nigga, and even though I loved my wife more than that coke I used to snort, that thought irritated me like no other.
“Some pictures of them talking at the store came out. I thought you saw them muthafuckas. They old—”
“Fuck you talking about?” I whipped my head around, making Chris jump back so that he wouldn’t fuck my head up.
“It was on them Instagram blogs and—”
“I don’t read or look at that shit! Show me right now!” I demanded, prompting Chris to turn his clippers off begrudgingly and grab his phone from his pocket.
“Man, I don’t even think it was nothing. Don’t get mad at ya wife—”
“Give me that shit.” I snatched Chris’s phone from him once it looked like he had the shit pulled up.
I swiped through the couple photos and saw it was definitely my wife conversing with the enemy. I didn’t know if I was more mad at the fact that Genesis was talking to the bitch, the fact that Genesis could talk to her without being arrested, or these comments going in on me saying Genesis was probably getting escape tips from Bia.
“Hold up, I’ll be right back.” I stood up and snatched the cape off my neck.
“Qamar! Qamar, come on, man!” Chris called after me, but I ignored his ass, running up my staircase to get to Genesis’s ass.
“You friends with Bia now?” I snatched the covers off of Genesis’s naked body, then shook her violently so she’d wake up.
“What? What’s wrong?” She stared up at me.
“Why the fuck you out here talking to Bia!” I roared down into her face, making her jump. She reached for her dress that was in the middle of the bed and yanked it over her head. “Answer me!”
“It was so long ago, I don’t—”
“Answer my question.”
“I don’t—”
“Aight then, Junior ain’t coming with us for dinner,” I threatened. I knew if I wanted Genesis to do anything without smacking her ass, I could use my son.
“Okay! I just asked her some questions about school, that was it, Qamar, I promise.”
“I already told you that school wasn’t a fucking option! You asking her that shit was pointless because you ain’t going!”
“Why? Why can’t I go! I don’t want to sit in this house all day and only go to the grocery store or out with you! I want to work on my own goals!” Genesis hopped out the bed.
“Because the only reason you wanna go to school is to make some bread, and I got enough bread for the both of us!”
She stared up at me with an angry expression for a few moments then blurted, “You just don’t want me to go to school because you think I’m gonna want a new nigga!”
“Bitch!” I swung my hand to backhand her, but she ducked and then took off out of the bedroom. “Bring yo’ ass here!” I hollered, chasing her down the hallway.
“Qamar, man, come on! I gotta go!” Chris shouted from downstairs.
BAM!
Genesis made it into our son’s room just in time, before slamming and locking the door.
“Open this fucking door!” I slammed my hand down on it. “Open it before I break it down.”
“No, Qamar, stop!” Genesis cried.
“If you don’t come out right now, I’m gon’ fuck you up, on everything I love, Genesis!”
I’d never done more than slap or choke Genesis, but as pissed as I was, I just might uppercut her ass.
“Qamar, leave her alone, man, it ain’t that serious!” Chris interjected.
“Nigga, fuck you! Take yo’ ass in the den and wait until I come back!” I yelled back at his ass before turning my attention back to the door. “Genesis, come the fuck out!” I punched the door, but the wood was thick and expensive, so it didn’t budge. “Aight, it’s over for you.”
I walked off and went down to the den to finish getting my haircut so I could get Chris’s ass out my crib. Once he was done, I kicked his ass out with no tip since he couldn’t mind his own damn business. After he left, I went back to threaten Genesis some more, but she continued to ignore a nigga, so after forty-five minutes, I decided to take a break.
That break calmed me down a lot, so I dialed up my personal shopper and had her bring me some new unreleased shit from Gucci, Louis Vuitton, YSL, and Givenchy for my wife. I’d already bought her some Christmas gifts, but this shit was for right now.
After Daniela dropped all the shit off about an hour and a half later, I carried it upstairs and to my son’s bedroom door.
Knocking lightly, I said, “Baby, I’m sorry.” It was dead silence as I leaned my forehead against the door, waiting for an answer. “Baby… come on.”
I heard my son coo a little bit, and then Genesis calm him down some.
“Qamar, you’re always sorry,” she whined.
“I know, but I’m serious this time, I swear. I love you, G.” She didn’t say anything. “You gon’ leave me out here like this? Baby, you know I’m ill, and it makes me act in certain ways, but you can’t blame me for that. You know when I take my medicine, I treat you good.”
“I saw you take your medicine this morning,” she whimpered, attempting to calm my son down who was crying loudly by this time.
“That shit don’t fucking work!” I barked, pissed that she’d low-key caught me. I quickly calmed down though. My son finally quieted down, so I added, “Baby, don’t leave me. You know if you leave me, I won’t last, right?”
“Qamar, stop saying that!” she said as she cried. I knew I had her now, and a smile almost appeared on my face. I loved Genesis though, and if I needed to make some shit up to keep her, then I would. I’ve never wanted a woman so bad in my fucking life. I thought I had it bad for Bia, but I had it t
errible for Genesis.
“I’m serious. So tell me right now if you gon’ leave me. That way I can go get my gun and end this shit.”
There was a pregnant pause, and then I heard her unlock the door. She pulled it open slowly, and I stepped into the room as fast as possible so she wouldn’t change her damn mind.
Wrapping my arms around her petite frame, I hugged her tightly and then pulled back to kiss her lips. I handed her the bag I was holding, then went out to get the rest that were sitting right outside the doorway.
“I don’t need any gifts, Qamar—”
“I know, but I want you to have this shit.” I kissed her cheek. “Open it!” I smiled and then we both sat down on the floor as my son rested in his swing bed.
“I have too much stuff already.” She sighed as she began to open what I’d bought her. “Thanks, baby, you’re so sweet,” she added as she opened the shoes and purses. I couldn’t help but to kiss on her face and neck as she examined the gifts.
When she was finally done unboxing all of her shit, I helped her take it to her walk-in closet in our bedroom, and then she went to the kitchen to cook. While the steaks were in the oven, she went upstairs to get our son, and brought him down to the kitchen.
“Can you hold him while I make the bottle?” she reached him out to me and for a moment I just stared. “Qamar.”
Taking him from her, I held him in my arms awkwardly, impatiently waiting for Genesis to finish the damn bottle she was making. I knew this was my son and I was supposed to love him but at the moment, I was jealous of him. Genesis gave him way too much attention, and ever since he’d gotten here, she wasn’t the same. She used to be all about me and what I needed, but now this nigga had taken my place. So yeah, I was salty as fuck that I had to hold him.
When she took him back I felt like I could breathe again. I watched her as she fed him the bottle, admiring how sexy she was. Her hair was brown now, and hanging down her back. The natural light of the kitchen illuminated her light complexion, and made her smile seem brighter. Only her smile was aimed at that nigga and not me. But one day he would grow up and move out; Genesis would be mine forever.
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