My Shawty: An Original Love Story

by Twyla T

  “I’m leaving now,” Chyna said and walked to the door. She opened it and turned back towards Destiny. “Are you pregnant?” she asked her.

  “Hell no! I like girls anyway,” Destiny told Chyna straight forward. Chyna turned around and left. She jogged to her car with the box and was glad she wore sneakers to class. Just as she was backing up, she saw Pete’s car turning in. Chyna put her car in drive and zoomed right by while he was putting in the gate code. Her phone started ringing, but she sent him to voicemail.

  Chapter 29

  He watched as Chyna left school and headed towards her ex-boyfriend’s place. He had been watching her for so long, so he knew exactly where she was headed. He pulled into the gas station across the street from the apartment. He looked on as Chyna enter her codes and went through the gates. Keeping an eye out for her, his phone started ring. Looking down at the number, he rolled his eyes before answering his phone on the third ring. “Yeah, what up.” As he answered the phone, he listened to the caller go on and on, but he knew that he had to be careful on how to play this.

  “I hear what you saying… yeah, I know. I can’t believe these lil niggas came up as fast as they did. The shit is un fucking believable. Real talk. I know how to make that happen. Yeah. Everything just takes time. Patience… patience. You gotta have more got damn patience than that. I taught you everything you know, so don’t call and try to play me. He shouldn’t be a problem… nah, it’s all good.”

  The caller hung up the phone and shook his head. He was thinking to himself how it was crazy with how things and people connected and lined up. He knew the proposition that was placed before him, but he had to take his time with the situation. He knew better than to underestimate anybody, especially young and hungry niggas. The first few attempts had failed, but in due time, he was planning on making everything line up according to his plan. “In due time… all in due time,” he said before pulling off.

  He seen that punk ass Pete on his way back to his apartment. He was wondering what the fuck happened to Chyna. Looking closely, he noticed her call speeding out of the apartment complex as her stupid ass ex was pulling in. Not trying to lose her, he hurriedly put his car into drive and pulled out into traffic. He made sure that he kept a two to three car gap between them, so Chyna wouldn’t know that he was following her. He smiled to himself, as he thought about the phone call he just had and what lied ahead for those lil niggas Babyface and Vice. Until then, he would stay calm, wait his time, and keep an eye out on little miss Chyna. “Who knew she would come in handy and would align so greatly with my plans,” he said out loud to himself.

  Chapter 30

  The weekend had finally arrived and Babyface was getting just as excited as Vice about a night out to just relax. Babyface wasn’t into making it rain, but he didn’t mind making it drizzle just a little bit. Him and Vice were meeting Corey at Black Diamonds at about eleven o’clock, and they had a little chill time before then. He had just hung up with Chyna. She was going out with her girls, so everything worked out perfectly. Neither of them asked where the other was going; they just told each other to have a good time. Babyface told her that he wanted to spend all day Saturday with her, and she told him that would be fine. He had a full day planned, including meeting with the connect that night.

  Big Mama was gone to Bingo with a few of her church friends, so Vice had the music blasting. Corona was the drink for the night and they planned on smoking some Kush before going out, but they had better sense than to do it in the house. Their asses would be grass because Big Mama didn’t play that shit and would smell it a mile away. Febreeze or Fabuloso couldn’t cover up anything from that woman’s sense of smell. Vice had his clothes laid out on the bed. He was ready to throw the strippers some money. He was always simple with his clothing, but he stepped outside of his comfort zone and bought some dark colored Balmain jeans and a white Balmain shirt. Babyface had to make him spend the money on that outfit after he bought himself the light color pair and a blue shirt. They didn’t try to spend much money on clothes because they knew they would attract the wrong type of attention, but Babyface said they deserved to splurge.

  They started getting dressed around nine thirty and they were both ready by ten thirty. Vice grabbed his roll of money, while Babyface grabbed his ones and they were out the door.

  “We’ll fire that up in the parking lot when we make it, just in case,” Babyface told Vice, being extra cautious. He didn’t want to get stopped and have the smell of weed greeting the officers.

  “Yeah you right,” Vice agreed. Babyface was driving, while Vice was texting his mystery girl. He had yet to tell his cousin about his new woman, but Babyface was sure he would spill the beans sooner or later.

  As soon as Babyface found a parking spot, Vice wasted no time firing up the blunt. “Nigga, don’t go in there and give these hoes all your money. Ass gon’ be looking long faced,” Babyface said while laughing.

  “I ain’t stupid. I just wanna have a lil fun… you just relax and have a good time. I ain’t gon’ tell Chyna on yo ass,” Vice replied while laughing. They talked shit to each other until they were done with the Kush and the Coronas they had. The line was getting long as fuck, so they decided to go on and get in line.

  After paying the $30 cover charge and being searched, they went in and peeped out the scene. They noticed pretty ass women on the stage immediately, and one fine ass girl who was behind the bar winked at them. Spotting an empty table, Babyface headed towards it and Vice followed slowly behind as he continued checking out the atmosphere. A waitress came to the table about three minutes after they got settled. They stuck with what they had been drinking for the night and ordered two Coronas. Vice wasted no time throwing money to the stripper who was on stage performing. When she saw him throwing freely, she eased over to him and gave him the perfect view, making him throw even more money.

  Corey made it about fifteen minutes later and joined them at the table. “You would think I woulda been to this place before, but I never have. I hit up Blue Magic from time to time, but I’ve never been here. They got a nice setup,” Corey said after he ordered a Corona and drank half in one gulp.

  “Long day huh!” Babyface said to Corey.

  “Hell fucking yeah! And I’m glad to be able to relax tonight because my girl been on some bullshit lately,” Corey vented.

  “Both of y’all niggas got female problems. Tonight, we ain’t gon’ worry bout none of that shit. We gon’ turn the fuck up and tune out the bullshit,” Vice said and held up his Corona for them to clink together and drink. They started talking shit and laughing with each other and discussed if they were going to pay for lap dances.

  “I’ll be right back. Gotta go drain the pipe right quick,” Corey said and got up and headed to the bathroom.

  The lights got dim shortly after Corey got up, and the announcer’s voice came through the speakers. “Are y’all ready for the treat of the night? Get that money ready because this lady that’s about to grace the stage is worth every got damn penny y’all worked for this week,” he announced. He cued the music by Cameo while he talked.

  “It’s like candy

  I can feel it when you walk

  Even when you talk it takes over me

  You’re so dandy

  I wanna know

  Can you feel it too just like I do (hoo!)”

  Candy walked out on the stage with a solid lace hot pink strappy set on with hot pink stilettos. Babyface and Vice noticed that the crowd must have loved her because they went wild right away. “I forgot yo bitch was a stripper,” Babyface said while laughing. Vice laughed and said he forgot she said that shit the first night they met too, but he didn’t give a damn because she was a good fuck to him.

  After making eye contact with Vice, she made her way towards him. It was good they had a table right in front of the stage. Candy jumped down and gave him a private show in front of everyone. Vice grabbed her ass since it was already exposed and she grinded on him like s
he was ready to fuck. You could tell by Vice’s actions that he was ready himself.

  “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!” Corey screamed, noticing who she was right away. Corey grabbed Candy and she turned around ready to pop off, while Vice wondered who the fuck was interrupting his show. He saw it was Corey and got confused as fuck but, when he saw the look on Candy’s face, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.

  “This what the fuck you call bartending?” Corey screamed. Candy tried her best to back away, but Corey snatched her up. Security made it to the front a few moments later and tried to grab Corey, but Babyface stood and blocked their walkway. Vice didn’t know what the hell to do. He didn’t care about Candy like that, but he didn’t want to see her get fucked up, nor did he want Corey to get in any trouble. Another security guard came from the other way and grabbed Candy, making space between her and Corey.

  “That didn’t look like a normal fucking table dance. You know Candy?” Corey turned around and asked Vice.

  Vice knew that Corey’s emotions were running high and anything could trigger him, but he also wasn’t about to be punked. He knew that lying would fuck up their business relationship, so he thought like an old head for a moment before speaking.

  “Let’s go talk about this outside man,” Vice replied.

  Babyface stood up and intervened because he saw that situation was looking ugly. “I’m gonna have to ask this whole table to leave, especially you,” the security guard said to Corey. “We don’t allow aggressiveness with our dancers, especially our top ones,” he continued.

  “Top dancer? Are you fucking serious?” Corey fumed.

  “Come on y’all… let’s dip” Babyface said, trying to defuse the situation.

  “Y’all ain’t gotta leave. They really want me gone, so y’all ain’t gotta fuck up y’all night because of me,” Corey stated with disgust in his voice. He couldn’t believe this shit. Both Babyface and Vice ignored him and followed him out. They knew they needed to get some shit straight that didn’t need to linger.

  “Hold up Corey… we need to talk!” Vice called out to him. It was clear that Corey was pissed off, but he must have taken some anger management classes in the past because he was able to stop and talk and listen with being aggressive. “Look man… I had no fucking idea Candy Cane was your girl,” Vice said. “I met her the first night I went out after getting settled down here.”

  “Candy Cane? Is that her name… all this time, I only knew Candy,” Corey said sarcastically.

  “When we met, she told me she was a stripper and, to be honest, all I saw her as was a fuck and, to be clear, we did fuck,” Vice stated honestly.

  “You know what… this shit ain’t even on you, man. It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t pissed the fuck off, but my problem is with her, not you… but I need to get the fuck away from here because my mind ain’t right,” Corey told them. “I’ll see y’all tomorrow,” he said, dapped them up, and left.

  “Damn man… I never knew that bitch had a man. That’s why these hoes can’t be trusted. You better make the shit work with Chyna because you got a good one,” Vice told his cousin with sincerity.

  “You ain’t lying man. Fuck these hoes. We better get outta here before we run into some more trouble,” Babyface replied, and they left.

  Chapter 31

  It seemed like everything was happening all at once and Babyface was really pissed the fuck off on the inside, but you couldn’t tell from the outside. He hoped that Corey was really straight with them after he found out that Vice was fucking his girl. He knew that no man wanted to ever even think about their woman being dicked down by another man, but then to find out it’s by someone that you knew… was really fucked up.

  Babyface was dressed down for the day in a white Polo shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and some Polo sliders. He had a relaxing day planned for Chyna, then they would go and take care of business. Chyna drove to his house and ate breakfast that Big Mama prepared that consisted of homemade biscuits, sausage, bacon, and eggs. Big Mama told Chyna if she stuck around for a little while longer, she would tell her the secret family recipe for the biscuits because Babyface told Big Mama that Chyna would be around as long as Babyface did right by her and smirked at him.

  They left at about fifteen minutes after ten so that they could make it to the spa for the eleven o’ clock appointment time Babyface had chosen at Aqua, the Day Spa. He googled all of the spas in the Jackson area and that location had the best reviews, so he booked a two-hour session for Chyna. They made it there on time, and the receptionist ended up talking Babyface into getting a massage as well, so it ended up being a couple’s massage.

  “It’s gon’ be by a female, right?” he asked all seriously, causing her to laugh at him. He never even thought about getting one for himself, but he was glad that she talked him into it because it felt good as hell.

  After the spa treatment was over and they made it back to the car, Babyface pulled a brand new Celine bag out of the trunk that he had ordered online for Chyna. He spent five thousand on it, but the look on her face was worth every penny to him. “I swear, you make me happy as shit. I know I fucked up, but please don’t hold it against me. Now, this shit right here was expensive as fuck, so don’t look for this kinda shit too often, but I wanted you to have something nice,” Babyface told her.

  Chyna couldn’t help but to laugh at him. “Thank you baby! I love you!” she told him. Looking shocked by her response, Babyface grabbed Chyna by her wrist and brought her into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and he couldn’t help the big ass McDonald’s smile that was plastered across his face. They hadn’t discussed the topic of love since he admitted that he loved her in front of Sasha. Honestly, Babyface was quite relieved that she finally said the words to him, as he really didn’t realize how much he wanted her to say them to him and return his feeling until now.

  “Oh, you love me now!” he said while laughing. “I love you too,” he told her, then gave her a hug and a kiss. Pulling back from the kiss, he couldn’t believe that he was in love with a woman, especially someone of Chyna’s caliber. Even better, he was happy to know that she felt the same way about him. Before he knew what was happening, Babyface expressed his feeling to her. “Good to know that you love me too. I ain’t never felt this way bout any other female. I told Vice when I first saw you that you was gonna be my shawty, and I was right,” he laughingly said. “But for real though, you my baby, my lady, my ride or die, my main shawty. The shit you’ve done for me and with me is unbelievable. I gotta give moms mad props for sending me down here because it led me to you. Baby, please forgive me. I’m so sorry for the fucked up shit that I caused you, baby, but please believe, that shit is over wit. It’s just you and me against the mu’fucking world girl,” Babyface honestly and wholeheartedly confessed.

  With tears streaming down her face, Chyna was totally stunned by his admission; she loved him and was totally in love with him. She never felt that way about Pete but, with Babyface, she could be herself, totally and completely. She couldn’t voice her feelings immediately, from fearing she would get choke on her emotions and the lump that was stuck in her throat. Feeling very overwhelmed, all Chyna could do was smile, grab Babyface’s head by the neck, brought his lips to hers, and kiss the hell out of him, letting all of her feelings and emotions pour through the kiss. She wanted him to know that, without of doubt, Babyface was her main shawty as well. To move on with a fresh start, Chyna whispered, “I forgive you,” as they ended the kiss.

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  The next stop they made was to North Park Mall to do a little shopping. Babyface wanted to buy Chyna a couple of outfits, but she wouldn’t pick anything out and ended up buying him a few things. The mall visit lasted about two hours and they had enough time to eat before the meeting. Olive Garden was nearby, so they decided to go there. They were seated immediately and Chyna ordered the chicken and shrimp carbonara, while Babyface settled for chicken alfredo. Over dinner, he told her about the next
stop. He informed her that he wanted her to go with him because he trusted her and she was an important part of his personal life, as well as business life. “It’s gonna be okay. They think Vice is coming with me, but we both agreed that it’s you who needs to come. I’m telling you… I was skeptical at first, you know that, but you quickly proved me wrong,” Babyface told her sincerely.

  “If you think it’s a good idea, I’ll roll with it,” Chyna told him. They finished up their meals, shared a slice of strawberry cheesecake, and left the restaurant.

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  Babyface was driving while holding Chyna’s hand. He knew she was a bit nervous, but he knew everything would be okay. He waited until the day of the meeting to tell her so that she wouldn’t come up with any excuses not to go. He had her right where he wanted her. “It’s gon’ be cool babe,” he told her and held her hand up and kissed it.

  “Okay,” she said and smiled at him.

  “You’re just so damn beautiful,” he told her and licked his lips.

  “You aren’t too bad yourself,” she returned the compliment.

  The meeting was in Pearl. Babyface made it to the location ten minutes ahead of time. He picked up his phone and texted Corey, letting him know that they were outside. Corey texted back and told him to come on in and said the door would be unlocked for five more minutes. “This is it babe. This meeting is gon’ bring more money. Wit more money comes more problems, but I promise I got you,” he told her.

  “Come on, let’s just get it over with,” Chyna told him.

  “Wait… are they gonna check us for weapons at the door because you know I keep my heat on me?” Chyna closed the door and asked.

  “In this business, people know that you gon’ always have some heat, and I expect you to be protected at all times. We all good. These aren’t enemies to us,” Babyface told her. They walked up to the door like Bonnie and Clyde. Babyface walked in first and Chyna was right on his heels.