Long As You Know Who You Belong To

by jwppublishing

  “Oh, yeah? So you mean to tell me you’re not going to check your boo about that half naked slutbucket that’s popping her twat in his face?”

  I turned in the direction she was staring in, and my heart dropped to the soles of my Giuseppe heels. I had come to the club knowing the situation between Kimani and I was clear on the fact that we were just cool. But as I watched him cozy up to ol' girl, I knew at that moment that I more than liked Kimani. I watched as a very pretty brown-skinned woman, with a weave that touched her ass, wound her body like a snake in front of him. Kimani was on his hood shit, swagged out with a drink in his hand. He looked damn good. I instantly became jealous as he stood and started dancing up on her. The dark haze that had fallen over the club made it hard for me to make her out, but something about her seemed familiar. Before I could stop myself, I was following behind Nakami as she stalked over to their section.

  Grey had the booth drowning in bottles of everything from Ace of Spades to Louis XIII. There were women piled into the booth, falling over themselves to compete for the attention of the four fine ass men that surrounded them. Grey was the only one who wasn't dancing on a chick when we walked up. That to me signaled that Nakami had nothing to worry about, but that didn't stop her from going in off rip.

  “Really, Grey? You out here trying to catch you a new one?” Nakami put her hand up to mush Grey in the face, but Grey grabbed her wrist.

  “What do you see me doing, huh? Pouring a drink is a crime? Kicking it with my niggas is wrong? Yo, you wildin’.” Grey roughly let go of Nakami’s arm.

  Nakami grabbed up the girl that was closest to Grey, pulled her by the arm, and pushed her out of VIP. She went for the next bitch and did the same. “Ya’ll hoes gotta go!”

  Grey’s dark skinned friend, who reminded me of the actor Lance Gross, tried to butt in. “Yo, who is this bitch?”

  Nakami threw her hands on her hips. “I’m his bitch, nigga! Who are you?”

  Grey jumped between the pair, trying to prevent the inevitable from popping off. Kimani finally stopped dry humping long enough to look up and saw Nakami and me standing there. When he saw me, he looked stuck like a deer in headlights. Regaining his composure slightly, he damn near pushed the girl he was with to the floor trying to get to me. I smiled to myself. Unlike Nakami, I was going to play this cool. As Kimani approached me, I side stepped him and went for the girl.

  “You good, mama?” I grabbed her arm to steady her balance.

  “Yeah, I’m straight. Thank you.” She shot a look at Kimani.

  “I'm Blu.” I extended my hand. She stared at me for a moment before she shook it.

  "Vicious.” She flashed a smiled.

  “Oh shit! You're in that singing group, Wild 1’s. Ya’ll are dope! That song Trappin’ is my shit, girl!”

  I knew I recognized her face from somewhere. She was his ex-boo or something. I remembered seeing pictures of them together at a few events on my favorite gossip site, Baller Alert. From what I knew, they had a bad break-up so I was a little shocked to see them grinding all up on each other. But this was what you sign up for when you try and date someone who’s well known. He was in the industry, and these were the types of chicks that were trying to get his attention. Because of their history, I knew I needed to nip the situation in the bud if I was ever going to stand a chance.

  Before she could respond, Kimani interrupted. “Hey, Blu. What… uh...what you doin’ here?” He smiled with only one corner of his mouth. Something I noticed he did when he was nervous; cute.

  “Oh, you know Nakami,” I answered. “Always with the drama. So I had to come and make sure she didn't get into too much trouble.”

  “I feel that. Uh, hey. Can I talk to you for a second?”

  “Oh, I don’t want to interrupt...” I looked at Vicious and then back to Kimani. He excused himself and grabbed my arm to pull me away from the booth, leaving Vicious irritated and confused. We walked out of the main area and to the hallway that led to the restrooms.

  “Blu, this is not what it looks like. Vicious is...”

  I grabbed his chin in my hand and slipped my other hand in his back pocket. I looked into his green eyes for a moment before I ran my tongue across his pretty lips. Not satisfied with just a taste, I leaned in and kissed him deeply. He relaxed against the wall and pulled my body close to his. His strong hands palmed my ass, and he groaned as I moved my hands from his face to his neck and dug my nails into his flesh. Slowly, I pulled away.

  “It’s cool, baby. I’m not tripping. I’ll see you later?”

  Kimani licked his lips as he stared at me like he wanted to rip my dress off my body and fuck me senseless right there in the hallway.

  “You got that.”

  “I know I do,” I winked at him and walked away in search of Nakami. I knew where Kimani was going to end up after the club let out, so I was no longer worried about him. Tonight I was going to throw this pussy on him so good that he wouldn’t be thinking about no damn Vicious. Now I just needed to find my best friend before some shit went down. Lord knows what kind of trouble she had gotten herself into.

  Grey

  July 2014

  I dragged Nakami by her arm to my office in the back of the club. She was struggling to keep up with me in the six-inch heels she was sporting, but I didn’t give a fuck. Damn, she was a hot head! On top of coming to my house and destroying all my stuff, she had the nerve to try to front me in front of my niggas at my place of business? The chick had lost her marbles. I pulled her into my office, and I closed and locked the door.

  “The fuck man?! What is your problem?! Haven't you had enough?!” I yelled.

  “That’s what I should be asking you! You got a chick that’s willing to ride with you ’til the wheels fall off and can handle every inch of you in the bedroom, and you still out here bitch shopping?”

  I sighed deeply. “Like, all this shit you say that I’m doing...it’s all in your head, ma! Like I’ve told you before, I’m not doing shit. I'm trying to get this money and hold you down. I don’t have time for nothing extra!"

  On some real shit, I wasn’t lying. I hadn’t been fucking with anyone else but Nakami since we met. I knew how crazy good my hook-up with her father was, and I wasn’t trying to do anything to jeopardize it. She could check my phone and email and even the cameras inside the club. I was all hers, but she had to nip this “girl interrupted” act with the quickness. I liked Nakami, but I loved my money. She wasn’t going to mess up my means to an end with her off kilter antics.

  I could feel Nakami’s eyes on me as I walked around her to sit down on the couch. Damn, she had fucked up a niggas buzz. She stared at me with her hip poked out, and I got the chance to take in her appearance for the first time. Nakami was definitely a bad bitch. With copper colored skin, thick curly hair that was all hers, and a body that could put the baddest of video vixens out of work, she was dope. She was also smart and funny when she wasn’t jumping to conclusions, and she could go off in the bedroom. There wasn’t anything that was off limits with Nakami, and I dug that.

  I stared at her and she stared back at me. As pissed off as I was, I couldn’t ignore how horny she was making me. Her stance, her body, that skintight jumpsuit she was wearing…all of it was wearing me down. I felt my anger subsiding, and my little head began to outthink the bigger one. Tired of looking at the black stretch fabric clinging to all her assets, I motioned for her to come over to me. I knew that she was a little off, but my money train had just left the station. I needed to make sure that bitch continued to come. Fucking her in the meantime would be a bonus, as long as she could calm the hell down.

  Nakami walked over to me slowly, knowing exactly what I wanted.

  She ran her hands down her breasts, as she continued to swagger over to me. I knew she had gotten blowed on the way to the club by looking at her damn near closed eyes. High sex with Nakami was like none other. In one swift move, she popped her big ass titties out of the top of her jumpsuit and began to
pinch at her nipples. My dick rose inside my camo pants, so I just leaned back and let him do his thing. At the very least, she owed me some bomb head and a couple hours of straight fucking. I was going to blow her back out until she was out of fluids to release. Put that act right in her system, ya heard me!

  Six Months Later

  Grey

  December 2014

  I looked down at the stunning six carat, princess cut diamond ring housed in the red velvet box. I shook my head as I realized what I was about to do. Fury began to reign over me as I thought about my current situation.

  I’d been putting up with Nakami since the night she made a scene at the club. Yes, putting up with. The beauty that had reminded me of Tae Heckard had turned into a nightmare reminiscent of Carrie. She’d gotten too comfortable and turned into the girlfriend from hell. It’s like an invisible switch had been flicked on, and it made her go from zero to one-hundred real quick.

  She started calling and texting me twenty-plus times a day, popping up at my house, and going through my phone. Her temper is ridiculous, and half the time I have to walk out to keep from putting her ass in a chokehold. She’d sold her downtown loft and moved in with me, uninvited of course, and I’d really gotten to know her. She was bat shit crazy. She freaked out about little shit, and had to have control of everything. She was the definition of a sour patch kid; one moment she was practically salivating at the mention of sucking a dick, and ten minutes later she was trying to bite it off because she thought of something that triggered her to suspect I was fucking with someone else. Like, bro! Everything that I thought I liked about her had disappeared, and this mental patient had taken her place.

  And I could see where her crazy came from. Hero was looney toons too. He put me on, no doubt about it. His product was potent, and I had even started carrying more than just coke. Hero had put me on a plug that was able to get me molly, ecstasy, oxy, and this new shit that was a mix of Ritalin and ex that was selling like crazy on the college campuses. I was up to my ears in profit, but Hero had to control every bit of my business. He made me set things up a certain way, deliver things a certain way, and even hire specific people. Any move I made had to be run through him. If someone made the slightest mistake, he was quick to bust his gun or come up with some deranged method of torture for whoever had crossed him. I had nicknamed his ass Jigsaw, the creepy dude from Saw, because he was that fucking nuts. Both of them together had me ready to put a bullet in my own head just to escape.

  The cherry on top of the bullshit was that he’d recently started cutting down on the product he was giving me, which in turn slowed down my business. I found out why soon enough. He called me to visit him at his place in Calabasas and asked me why I hadn’t put a ring on Nakami’s finger yet. Like, bruh! That bitch was nuttier than a Payday, and he thought that I was going to wife her? That’s exactly what he thought. Before I left that meeting, he made sure that he made it clear that my gravy train would be stopped indefinitely until I proposed and got busy making him an heir to his empire. I agreed to his face, but there was no way in hell that I was signing up to put up with that broad 24/7 and pop out some nutty babies with her ass. I had something else up my sleeve that would get rid of all my problems, but it was something that took time and planning. In the meantime, I would have to keep up appearances and actually propose to her. I hated that I had to unleash my dark side, but I couldn't live like this much longer.

  Sill angry about having to go through with this bogus ass engagement, I burst out of the jewelry store and ran right into another person. My reflexes were quick, so I was able to grab her before she fell completely on her ass. I helped steady her on her feet.

  “My bad. I wasn’t even paying attention. You good?”

  “Don’t even worry about it. I got enough to cushion the fall,” she chuckled as she patted her hips.

  I looked at her for the first time. Standing around 5’6” with skin the color of melting brown sugar and shoulder length red wine colored hair, she was so stunning that it caught you off guard. I had to close my eyes and open them again to make sure I was looking at a woman and not a mirage. She was thick, and I’m not talking video vixen thick. She was just thick. Down south, cornbread, and collard greens thick. Probably the type that Drake was always writing about. I couldn’t even front on shorty who was dressed in a pair of leather pants, an oversized sweatshirt with the words Money Talks written on the front, tall black leather pumps, and a pair of oversized sunglasses on top of her head. She looked every bit of a stylist as she stood there checking me out on the low.

  “I can see that,” I smirked.

  “Boy, don’t be flirting with me like that. I know you gotta crazy girlfriend lurking somewhere in the shadows,” she joked, looking around as if someone would pop out of the bushes at any second. I slyly eased the engagement ring box into my jeans pocket.

  “Damn, straight like that?”

  “Yeah, as good looking as you are, I know you’ve got some chick whipped and ready to whoop some ass over you. And knowing how big of a flirt I am, I need to get moving before I wind up in some unwanted drama.” She smiled, let her shades fall over her eyes, and started to walk away.

  I called out behind her. “Can I at least know your name? Gotta pair it with the face I’m sure I won't be able to get out of my head.”

  She turned around, her hair swinging briskly in the wind, and showed off her pearly whites. Pulling out a business card from her large white purse, she handed it to me. “Maybe when you need a line-up, you can visit me.”

  She walked off switching, and I watched her disappear around the corner. I finally looked down at her card that read: Blaze McGowan, Celebrity Hair Stylist, Barber, and Luxury Hair Salon Owner. Make your appointment today at Park Ave Salon and Barbershop.

  I slipped the card in my pocket, making a mental note to hide it somewhere so that Nakami didn’t get her hands on it. I definitely was going to drop in on Blaze. Because Nakami’s unstable ass was going to be a distant memory soon.

  Kimani

  December 2014

  “Babe, you want two strips of bacon or three?” I called from the kitchen.

  “You already know my fat ass wants three,” she giggled.

  I laughed to myself as I lined the baking tray with one more slice of bacon. I popped the pan into the hot oven and closed it. When I looked up, Blu’s beautiful ass was making her way down the stairs. Her blue hair was pulled up on top of her head, and her face was clear of makeup. Dressed in an old work out t-shirt and her lace boy shorts, she looked the best I’d ever seen her. She smiled as she walked towards me.

  “Aww, look at you being all domesticated. Am I supposed to kiss the chef?” she grinned.

  “Oh, you can do more than that.” I pulled her into my body by her hand and then picked her up and placed her on the counter. I rubbed my hands up her thick thighs and grabbed hold of her round hips and squeezed. She leaned in and kissed me, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel myself reacting to her touch and apparently so could Blu.

  “Down boy. You can’t be burning up my food trying to get to the cookie.” She hopped off the counter, and I smacked her on her ass. “I’m going to hop in the shower real quick,” she stated as she sashayed out of the kitchen and back up the stairs.

  Damn, I loved that girl. Yeah, I said it. And after only six months, so what? A real nigga knows when it’s real, and the shit is real deal like Holyfield. She was perfect for a nigga. She was fun and spontaneous, beautiful and business-minded, compassionate and down-to-earth. And let’s not even talk about baby girl’s body. Shawty had sex appeal without trying and knew how to keep up with me in the bedroom. Whenever I wasn’t with her, I wished she was there. Whenever she was with me, I was plotting on how to steal more of her time. She had a nigga wrapped around her finger, and she didn’t even know it yet.

  I went to grab the eggs out of the refrigerator and heard my phone buzz on the kitchen counter. I reached for it and sighed when
I saw the name of the caller come across the screen.

  Reluctantly, I answered the phone. “Yo.”

  “That’s all I get when I call you? Yo?”

  “What’s good? Is that better?”

  “What is wrong with you, Kimani? I haven’t heard from you in months, and when I attempt to reach out all you got to say is yo?”

  I looked back at the stairs, hoping that Blu didn’t reappear. “Vicious, what do you want?”

  “Oh, now I’m Vicious?”

  “Bruh, what the fuck do you want?”

  “You know what I want, Mani. I want you.”

  “That’s not happening. I’m with somebody now,” I sighed.

  “Oh, you got yourself a new bitch?”

  “Nah, not a new bitch. A real bitch. So if you don’t mind, I’ma to get back to her. Take care of yourself. Oh, and, uh, lose the number.”

  I hung up the phone glad to have an excuse to dead that conversation. Vicious was one third of the R&B/pop group Wild 1’s that I used to mess with. She was wild and crazy and her sex game was dummy, but that was about all that she was good for. If she wasn’t working, she was popping pills or partying. That was cool and all, but she had no substance to her. Her life was sex, drugs, parties, and music, and I wasn’t about that life.

  When she started to see that my interest in her was waning, she tried to hold on for dear life. She started claiming me in public and making the blogs and gossips sites go crazy with ridiculous rumors. I’m not even going to front like the attention that I got from her stunts didn’t help put a nigga on the map a little bit. But she was too unpredictable and rowdy for me. I needed my chick to be chill sometimes, and Vicious was turnt all the damn time. I was happy with who I was with and when I finally got around to tell her how I felt, we’d be official.

  Nakami

  December 2014

  “Legs moving side to side, smack it in the air. Legs moving side to side, smack it in the air. Smack it, smack it, in the air.” I twerked as the sounds of Beyonce’s 7/11 filled the air. I felt like Queen B as I moved around the kitchen, gathering ingredients to make my man a five-star dinner. As I reached in the refrigerator, my phone chimed and interrupted my groove. I reached for it and saw that it was Blu letting me know that she was outside.