Long As You Know Who You Belong To

by jwppublishing

  I was irritated now. Blu was a cold piece of work in every sense. She was bad than a mothafucka. Body tight, skin a beautiful muted shade of caramel, sexy brown eyes, and lips like pillows. She was also a damn acrobat in the bedroom, a gourmet chef in the kitchen and she made her own money. But her heart was locked in a cold ass ice box that she refused to let me melt. Blu had waltzed into my life, opened me up, and shut me down in a matter of six months.

  She’d done everything I’d wanted my woman to do except commit. And I don’t know why she wouldn’t! I knew she wasn’t seeing anyone else. But I’m not chasing behind a chick. I don’t have the need to. I got chicks on speed dial that can take care of every need I may come across, so the fact that Blu was playing a nigga was laughable.

  We’d been seeing each other since Grey’s club opening and, unbeknownst to her, I had fallen for her on the spot. Not to sound like a fruity ass nigga, but something in me felt the need to show her love. To give her all of me. And I felt like I had. Apparently, she either wasn’t ready for someone to love her or she ain’t recognize a real nigga when he presented himself to her. Either way, I’d done all I could to show her and I wasn’t about to continue to look dumb.

  “I never said that we were done!” Blu popped up from the couch.

  “Your actions said enough.” I walked back to the bar, prepared to pour myself another shot. I felt her presence and the smell of her Marc Jacobs perfume simultaneously. She ran her long decorated fingernails up my chest and pressed her face against my back. I hated that I felt some type of way about this girl. My dick jumped in my sweats, clearly more excited about her presence than my heart was.

  “Baby…” she whined.

  I wiggled out of her grasp and poured another shot. I hated that her voice sent goosebumps through me and I kept envisioning her pouty lips all over my body. But fuck her, bro!

  “Don’t act like that, Mani. I was just…surprised. And confused. I didn’t see it coming.”

  “You didn’t see it…” I stopped talking because I felt the anger mounting. “Aight. You’ve had time to think about it. So are you going to be my woman?” I felt like a sucker for even asking again.

  She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She stood there staring at me searching for the right words but there were none. She didn’t want the commitment, and I was tired of just fucking her. I’d been there and done that with my fair share, but I was ready for something more stable. But I knew I shouldn’t have to force her. I was twenty-six, paid as fuck, handsome as fuck, dope as fuck, building myself a legit brand… and this confused bitch didn’t know a catch when she saw one? Okay, I didn’t mean to call her a bitch. But she was right; I was in my feelings.

  “Don’t even worry about it, ma. That’s the last time I’m going to ask. If you need to get your stuff from here, feel free. But I got shit to do soon, so you’ll have to make it quick.”

  I took the second shot and downed it, slamming the glass against the bar before walking away. Blu grabbed my arm roughly, and I looked at her like she had lost her mind. “Blu, don’t embarrass yourself, ma. You wanted to make your exit, so that’s what I’m allowing you to do.”

  “That’s not what I wanted. I just want to continue how we are.” She looked like she was on the verge of tears. My first instinct was to change my mind about letting her step. I wanted to grab her ass and fuck some sense into her, but I knew that she was too closed off for me to change how she felt right now.

  “And I want you to be mine. What are two stubborn people to do?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Not to be rude but-”

  She cut me off. “You got shit to do. I hear you, boo. Loud and clear.”

  Without another word, she turned around and walked away. I couldn’t stand to watch her go, so I headed upstairs to get dressed, wishing that she had decided differently.

  Grey

  March 2015

  Sweat dripped off my forehead and plopped right onto the curve of Nakami’s back as I stroked her. Her ass was tooted to the perfect angle, and I was trying my hardest to control my nut and let her get hers first.

  "Oooh, G. Yesss," she groaned.

  Swinging her head around to look at me, she began to throw her ass back on me, matching the rhythm of my thrust. She clenched her muscles around me and rolled her hips, making me squeal like a little bitch. I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes, careful not to look at her face because I knew for sure that I would bust on sight. I felt a dread fall loose from my ponytail, and I hastily threw it off my face. I thought I had finally willed my nut away for a few more seconds until Nakami knocked my hands off her ass, bent forward so that her head was damn near in-between her knees, and used her hands to spread her ass wide.

  "Fuuuuckkk," I hissed.

  See, the thing about crazy bitches is that their sex game was fire. Good girls always wonder why we can’t seem to leave the crazy ones alone, and this was that exact reason why. Keeping her position, Nakami started to buck wildly and the sound of her ass slapping against my body caused me to grip her hips, dig my nails into her flesh, and release all up in her. I knew I didn’t want her nutty ass having none of my kids, but my small head overruled my big head at the moment and I couldn’t help but marinate inside her for a few more minutes. We finally collapsed onto the bed, and she wiggled her way over to me and laid her head on my chest. I rolled my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to push that bitch off me and dip, but I had to keep it together.

  “You want something to eat, babe?” she asked sweetly.

  “Naw, I’m good. I just want to chill for a minute.”

  Nakami got up and walked out of the room stark naked. I could feel myself getting hard at the sight of her and tried to talk myself out of it. The more dick you provided, the crazier they get. And Nakami was already missing a few screws, so I wanted to stop sexing her. But I knew if I did she would get suspicious, and I didn’t need those types of problems either.

  My phone buzzed, shaking me out of my thoughts, and I reached for it. Surprised, I sat straight up in the bed and answered the call. “What up, bro?”

  “I can’t call it. What you on?” Kimani's voice rang through the phone. This nigga had been MIA for a couple weeks, so I was little shocked to hear from him.

  “On chill.”

  “Fa sho. Aye, you want to hit this little event with me real quick? It’s an industry thing and I got a plus one and shit.”

  “What? You ain't asking Blu to accompany you?”

  “Man, I don’t even want to get into that. We done, bro.”

  “Damn, what happened?”

  Nakami walked back into the room with a bowl of strawberries, a glass of ice, and a bottle of champagne tucked under her arm.

  “She just ain't trying to be tied down. I was putting in work, trying to get her on my team and she played me off like my name ain't hot or something. I'm not feeling that, bro.”

  “You should be- AHHH!” I jumped at the unexpected sensation on my manhood. “What was that?”

  I looked down and Nakami was buried in-between my legs with a cube of ice between her teeth. She rubbed the ice up one side, flicked the ice cube into her cheek, and deep throated me, creating a cold to hot sensation that almost made me drop my phone. Damn, she was cold with it! The only good thing that had come out of proposing was the new bag of sex tricks she had unleashed on a nigga. It was like once she had that rock on her finger, she became a porn star. My knees buckled, as she used her hand to stroke me in rhythm with her mouth.

  “Bro, you there?” I heard Kimani ask.

  I opened up my mouth to respond, but I felt the tip of her tongue at the base of my dick and the only thing that could come out my mouth was a hiss.

  Kimani laughed. “Aye, you need me to call you back?”

  “Na…Nah. I’ll be there, bro. Just shoot me the info.”

  “Bet.”

  I disconnected the call and tossed the phone on the bed ready to concentrate on the work that Nakami was putting in. But
as soon as I hung up, Nakami stood and wiped her mouth.

  “Where you bout to go?” Attitude was dripping from her tone.

  “Are you serious right now?”

  “I’m deadass. I put a hot meal on the table and just finished fucking and sucking you senseless, and you think that you’re about to hop your ass on to the next bitch? You got me all wrong!”

  “First off, you can miss me with the dramatics. Second, my brother wants me to ride with him to a networking event. So it’s not even like that.”

  Rolling my eyes, I walked away from her and to the bathroom to get in the shower. Although I hadn’t really been in the mood to go out, I was relieved that my brother had called because I was liable to kill this broad with my bare hands if she kept this shit up tonight. I was over her ass! And to think I just raw dogged her! I needed to get my shit together.

  I heard footsteps approach the bathroom and tried to rush to lock the door. Nakami was too quick and pushed open the door, damn near hitting me with it.

  “Bitch, is you crazy?!”

  I hadn’t meant to call her out her name, but it was what I had been referring to her as in my head for months now. Guess it just slipped out.

  “Nah, but you are if you think that you’re going somewhere tonight!”

  I ignored her as I turned on the shower and tested the water with my hand. Feeling like it was the right temperature, I stepped in and closed the door. Nakami stood on the other side butt ass naked, her body shaking like a raging pit bull.

  “So you just gonna ignore me?”

  I remained quiet as I lathered myself with soap and zoned out to a tune in my head. After a few moments of silence, I turned around to find that Nakami had disappeared. Finally, I thought. I finished showering in peace and hopped out to dry myself off and lotion myself down. Creeping into the bedroom, I found it empty and that made me nervous.

  Quickly, I threw on a pair of leather 7 For All Mankind jeans, a clean white v-neck, and my Citizens brand distressed denim jacket, and slipped into my black Cole Haan boots. Next I hurriedly sprayed myself down with some Dior cologne, grabbed my silver three-karat studs for my ears and my phone off the bed, and walked out of the bedroom in search of Nakami. To my surprise, she was nowhere to be found. Not in the kitchen, living room, game room, patio, or theater. Shrugging my shoulders, I snatched up the keys to my newest baby, a rose gold painted 2015 Audi R8, and headed towards the garage. When I got to the garage, I realized that Nakami’s car was missing. Crazy hoe must have found something to distract herself. Whatever. I thought to myself. I hopped in the car, plugged the address into my GPS, and got ghost.

  ****

  I pulled up to the W Hollywood about a half hour later with Drake’s Energy putting me in the right state of mind for the evening. I let the valet handle my car and took the elevator up to the rooftop pool where the event was taking place. Cali had made it easy for me to fall in love with my move because the weather was exceptional damn near all year round. In the middle of February, it was a crisp sixty-one degrees at 8 pm, and that was much more than I could say for the D right now.

  I reached the rooftop and was guided in by a pretty young chick with her cheeks spilling out of her white booty shorts. She showed me to a cabana where my brother was seated, surrounded by a couple of baddies. He hopped up when I approached the booth.

  “Bro, you made it!” He seemed a little on, as he greeted me with dap and a hug.

  “Nigga, barely,” I replied as I shook my head.

  “Why? Nakami’s ass was fooling again? I don’t see why you don’t just leave that broad alone.”

  “Probably the same reason you don’t wanna leave Blu’s ass alone.”

  I followed him over to the bar area that was already packed with people.

  “Nah, homie. For one, Blu and I are done. Two, our situations are completely different. I wasn’t messing with Blu because I needed something from her. I was trying to get her on my team because I actually loved her. You holding on to that crazy bitch because you need her.”

  “Ah, so I was correct in assuming there was a crazy female waiting in the wings?” a voice slithered into my ear. I turned around and came face-to-face with the beauty from the other day.

  “Such a pretty woman really doesn’t need to be a stalker,” I joked.

  “Boy, please. You’re fine and all but I don’t need to chase,” she smiled.

  I was captivated by her confidence. Dressed in a butterscotch colored jersey dress that skimmed her curvy body and stopped at her knees, and a pair of brown lace up sandals showcasing her pretty pedicured feet, she looked drop dead gorgeous. Her hair was wavy this time, seductively covering half of her face, and her make-up was light and subtle. If I was one of those niggas that believed in all that romantic shit, I would’ve thought that I’d already fallen in love without knowing the first thing about ol’ girl.

  “Blaze, right?”

  Before she could respond, Kimani jumped in. “Excuse my rude ass brother, I’m Kimani.” He extended his hand for her to shake. She obliged.

  “Nice to meet you, Kimani. I’m Blaze. I see that good looks definitely run in the family. You’re gorgeous.” I took notice of the dimple in her left cheek as she grinned.

  “Thanks, ma. You’re quite stunning yourself. Are you a model?” he asked.

  She laughed and flicked away a loose strand of hair. The tiniest movements that this woman made had me on brick.

  “Modeling what, honey? While I appreciate every inch of my body, the modeling world doesn’t.”

  “Well, you could model for me any day of the week.” I eyeballed her body like it was USDA prime steak.

  “Both of you are too much. What brings you all to my event?” she asked.

  “Your event?” Kimani balked. “What do you do, Miss Lady?”

  Blaze held up her finger, asking Kimani to hold on, and spoke to a few people that passed by her. Kimani looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I knew what he was thinking. But I’d be damned if this nigga tried to get on first. From the moment I laid eyes on her that day I bumped into her outside the jewelry store, she was mine. I hadn’t made a move on her yet, but I was still trying to get rid of Nakami and her father before I started anything with someone else. But Blaze had never left my mind.

  My brother rubbed his hand and mouthed, “Game On,” but this time I wasn’t trying to compete. Kimani and I always played this game of who could get on first, but Blaze wasn’t a game to me. I had plans to make her mine as soon as Nakami was out of the way. There was something about Blaze that intrigued me and made me want to be with her, and this was only the second time we had spoken. Some might say that I move too fast, but I just know what I want when I see it. Why waste time?

  Blaze turned her attention back to us. “Sorry about that. To answer your question, Kimani, I’m a business owner, celebrity hair stylist, and barber. I throw this annual event for entertainment professionals to have a fun place to network and make connections.”

  “That’s dope.” I was in awe of her.

  “I’m glad you think so. But I must admit I had ulterior motives for stepping to you all tonight.”

  “If it involves being able to be in your company for the rest of the night, I’m wit it.” Kimani licked his lips.

  “Well, actually every year we do some kind of fun activity during the event to raise money for a charity. This year, we’re doing an auction.”

  “Oh, you need a donation? I got you.” I reached into my jeans and pulled out the wad in my pocket.

  “No, it’s actually more than that,” she giggled. “It’s a date auction. We put some of our entertainment professionals up on stage, rattle off a list of their attributes, and let our wealthy attendees bid on a date with them. I just lost two of my male auctionees, and you all are guaranteed to bring in some big bucks. So what do you say?”

  “For you baby, you got it.” I smirked at Kimani’s smooth ass after he made that remark. He was delusional if he thought that h
e really had a chance. Blaze was feeling a nigga, and Kimani’s too pretty ass wasn’t going to cure her need for a thug in her life. I could tell that she needed a nigga to handle her pretty, thick ass, and I knew for sure that she thought I was the man for the job. But I wasn’t going to burst my bro’s bubble just yet.

  “Perfect. You can follow me and I’ll have my assistant ask you a few questions and tell you what you need to do.” She started walking in the direction of the stage and we followed her, watching her ass sway the entire time.

  Nakami

  March 2015

  Grey had managed to piss me all the way off! The audacity of this mothafucka to think that he could just ignore me! I had something for his ass though. Fuck getting off the crazy train, because apparently niggas just don’t know how to act. Currently I was parked in front of the W Hotel where the GPS tracker on Grey’s phone alerted me he was. Crazy thing was I had an event that I had planned that was taking place in the same hotel, so I was curious to see what this nigga was up to. Now that he had proposed, there was no way in hell I was letting another bitch come claim my spot. All I know is if I find out this nigga had got a room to sex down one of his jump offs, I had my .32 in my purse ready to set some shit off.

  The GPS only told me that the phone was located in the W, but not where inside, so I was going to have to do a little sleuthing. Dressed simply in a pair of Saint Laurent biker jeans, a v-neck boyfriend tee, a nude colored blazer, and matching So Kate red bottoms, I made my way through the lobby and towards the front desk. Before I could get there, I heard my name called.

  “Nakami! You made it!” I whipped around and saw my client, Blaze McGowan. She skidded over to me in some bomb lace-up gladiator sandals and wrapped me in a hug.

  “Hey, B. How do you like how everything turned out?”

  “It’s perfect. I never worry when you’re in charge. You’re the shit at what you do, and I always have complete faith in your vision.”