“If you do go anywhere, change your clothes.”
“Why? These aren’t even that short.” She looked over her shoulder at her ass, and acted like them muthafuckas weren’t little as hell.
“Cassie, look in my lap.”
She walked out and when she saw my dick print was beyond apparent, she burst into laughter. I yanked her towards me and into my lap, letting her feel all that shit on her ass.
“I did that just from walking by?” she asked seductively as I kissed on her upper back and shoulders.
“That’s why you need to change.”
I let her go but got a nice squeeze on it before she got too far. As she talked about some shit, I just closed my eyes to help my dick get soft. I should have been out the door, considering I had that video shoot and my nap was only supposed to last a short while, but I felt dead.
I worked non-stop either in the studio, doing an interview, a shoot, meetings, or being an attentive father. I remember wishing for my days to be filled with shit like that, and don’t get me wrong I loved it, but damn can it get exhausting. And going on tour was the worst.
“You’re wearing what you have on, to the music video audition? I think you should change because they’ll be able to see your dick print and I don’t want to have to snatch a hoe up.” Cassie fake smiled, some shit she always did when she was serious about a threat.
“Man, I’m gon’ be sitting down. They ain’t gon’ be able to see shit anyway.”
I rose to my feet and then went into the bathroom so I could re-brush my teeth. I didn’t understand how people took naps and then just went on about their day without brushing again.
After spitting my mouthwash out, I gave Cassie a kiss, and then started towards the door.
“Oh, and my mom wants to have dinner tonight. She can’t meet the kids so see if yo’ mom can watch them for a little bit since she lives near my moms.”
“Yes, daddy,” Cassie smirked.
“Stop that shit, you know I gotta go.”
Fucking around with them shorts and that Daddy shit, I was gon’ be in the house all night tearing that pussy up. And now, the shit was on my mind heavily as I sped out of my driveway.
I made it to the spot that Chaz, our assistant Heather, and I were holding auditions at. When I drove around the front, I saw the line was wrapped around the fucking corner. I was hoping that the line wasn’t starting from inside because that meant it was a gang of bitches here, more than the ones on the outside of the building.
I parked around back and when Brick saw me, he made his way to my car.
“Nigga, I’m good.” I got out of my Range Rover and started towards the back entrance.
“And I get paid to make sure.”
He followed me, so I took off running because I knew his big ass couldn’t catch up. By the time he got inside the big ass auditorium like building, I was already sitting down in my seat and dying laughing.
“This nigga about to have a heart attack,” I said, watching Brick cup his knees and pant like a damn bear. Nigga looked exactly like a bear.
“What the hell happened to you my nigga?” Chaz frowned.
“Kor—Kordell is—”
“Get it out my nigga.” I chuckled, and so did Heather.
“Kordell is on his bullshit as … as usual.” Brick finally got it out, and then let his men by the front entrance know that they could start letting girls in.
“Aye, you fired, Brick. How the fuck I outrun you?” I scoffed and shook my head. I could have sworn the nigga rolled his eyes, but I think only females and gay niggas had that capability.
“Okay ladies, the way this works is you will improv to the music. We do not need ballet dancing, classical dancing, hip hop choreography, or tap. I wish I didn’t have to say this but I do. I would hope that you have all heard the Hunnit Boyz’ music, so you know exactly what type of dancing we need.” Heather paced back and forth in front of the dancers.
The five girls that were let inside nodded their heads as their eyes kept darting away from Heather to Chaz and me. I knew a lot of females came to these auditions hoping to leave with a dick to ride, but they were always sadly mistaken. Maybe if I didn’t have a wife, but since I did, all that groupie love shit was a no go.
Heather used her remote to turn on the music, and we all sat back and watched as the girls danced. Some of them were good… sexy… and a few were comical as hell. Even Chaz had to laugh and he hated to make fun of women.
“Okay, thank you.” Heather turned to face us, “What did you guys think of this set?”
“I liked number 578 and 505,” Chaz nodded and I agreed.
“The rest of y’all need to stop by AutoZone and get some WD-40 for them limbs with ya stiff asses!”
“Nigga, shut up! Damn!” Chaz chuckled lightly as Heather, Brick, and the two girls we picked laughed loudly as hell.
We sat there and watched as group after group came in, and I swear them hoes all started to look the same. The only ones standing out at this point were the ones with fat asses because they could hold my attention.
Finally, the last group came in, and I noticed one looked familiar. When I realized it was Farrah’s ugly ass, I immediately had to say something.
“Cut! Cut! Cut this shit!” I stood up and yelled.
“Cut? Nigga, this ain’t no movie,” Chaz hissed as I moved towards the girls.
“Get yo’ ass up out of here,” I said to Farrah.
“Why? I’m here to audition for the video. And trust me you’ll want me in the video after you see me—”
I gripped her arm roughly and started leading her back towards the front entrance. When I let her go, she stumbled a little, but once she caught her ugly ass balance she started giggling and shit.
“What you think you doing huh? What the fuck is going through that tattered ass weave and thick ass head when you make moves?” I towered over her glaring, which caused her laugh to cease.
“I just wanna be cool—”
“Whyyyyyy!!!!” I hollered so loudly I felt it in my chest. “Why the fuck do you wanna be friends? I don’t like you! I never have! I let you suck me off once, maybe twice, shit I don’t even remember! Get the fuck on somewhere before I have something pumped into your chest and it won’t be some random nigga’s nut.”
All of sudden she started tearing up, but sympathy was one thing I didn’t have for her ass. I didn’t understand what her motive was at all. I get that she’d been in jail damn near since Cassie and I got married some years back, but long before she got locked up she knew what it was and she knew Cassie was my girl.
“I just don’t—” When she tried to come closer I mushed her head back. “—know what to do.”
“Stay yo’ ass away from me, Farrah, I’m serious. This is a problem you don’t want.”
She nodded and started off, and after watching her ass for a little bit, I went back in to handle my auditions. Shit hopefully she didn’t have to take a dirt nap because I wasn’t fond of shit that could possibly jeopardize my family.
***
Around 7:45pm that night…
“You look good baby,” I pulled Cassie in front of me and hugged her body from behind. I loved when she wore shit that showed them fucking legs, but only when with me or for work.
“Thank you.” She giggled seductively as I kissed on her neck and caressed her stomach.
“I almost thought you weren’t coming.” My mom opened the door for us. I’d thrown out my key, otherwise I would have just walked in.
“Yeah. Address my wife.”
“Oh, Cassie, I’m sorry. How are you, honey? Please come in!”
“I’m great, Mrs. Benjamin, thank you.”
I watched them embrace, and when my mom came to me I gave her the lightest hug possible with just one arm. The type of hug that all the fine ass church women gave the perverted ass pastor.
“Well dinner has been ready and just sitting in the oven to keep warm, so why don’t you two go sit down i
n the dining room.”
I took Cassie’s hand into mine, and led her to the dining area. We went down the small hallway that had family pictures on each sides of the wall, so of course she slowed down to admire.
“Oh my gosh, look at you guys.” She smiled at a picture of my brothers and me when we used to play little league baseball.
“Yeah, I was four, Mischief was five, and Chaz was seven.”
“You guys all look exactly alike! It’s so crazy. You just have your mother’s hair color.”
“Unfortunately.” I shook my head and then continued leading her down the hall.
We finally made it to the dining room, and my mother had the shit decked out. It was fixed up nicely as hell, which had me thinking she was taking whatever the fuck tonight was seriously. Cassie and I sat next to one another, so I draped my arm over her shoulder to deliver kisses down her neck and shoulder.
“I heard Farrah was at the auditions.” Cassie raised her brow.
“She was?”
“Kordell.”
“Aight, she was, but I told her ass to go fly a kite before she could even audition.”
“Here are some waters for you.” My mom walked in and set down two water glasses, along with a large bottle of sparkling water before leaving. Cassie poured it for us, and then immediately took a sip of hers.
“I’m gonna have a little talk with her,” Cassie swallowed and then set the glass down.
“Nah, I think she got the message I sent.”
“You better be sure.” She fake smiled like always and then took another sip of her water.
My mom finally returned with the food; a whole bunch of Spanish dishes. It made me miss her cooking, so as soon as it hit the table I started to pile some of everything onto my plate.
“We must pray, Kordell.” My mom put her hand on mine to stop me from putting the fork full of food into my mouth.
I dropped it as Cassie chuckled, and then the three of us joined hands to pray. For my mother to be out of her cotton-picking ass mind, she was hella religious. I remember when we were little kids, she used to try to make Chaz and I go to church. She never made Mischief, but after taking Chaz and I one time and having us embarrass the fuck out of her by acting a fool, we never went back.
“This is really good, Mrs. Benjamin,” Cassie commented. “What is it exactly?”
“It’s Paella, darling. And thank you.”
“Oh. You’re welcome.”
“So, Ma, what you got us here for? What was that shit you were talking about on the phone?”
Gulping down her water she replied, “Well like I said I… I went to therapy to help with my issues.”
“You mean your attraction to Shai.”
Cassie started to choke, so I patted her back until she was able to drink down some of her water.
“I uhh… well I’m not attracted to him, I just got a little carried away with motherly love. He was different from you guys and he needed more attention. I guess I just went a little overboard.”
“Okay, let’s go.” I squeezed Cassie’s thigh so that she’d get up.
“Alright! Alright!” My mom put her hand out to stop me. “Yes I was attracted to him but it was because I got confused! Your father was… he wasn’t good to me once we finished having children, and even though he didn’t seem to want me, he didn’t want anyone else to have me. I couldn’t date, and when I tried, somehow my suitor would disappear.”
“So when you’d leave us with Aunt Doreen for days, who were you with?”
“Friends, other wives of illegal businessmen. I just had fun. But I was still lonely and your brother was there for me so I naturally—”
“Naturally?” Cassie furrowed her brows.
How was a muthafucking five-year-old there for her?
“I guess not naturally but I unfortunately developed a different set of feelings for him.”
“So what now?” I quizzed.
“Well I will still have sessions weekly, but right now my assignment is to stay away from him.”
I frowned because the shit must have been deep if she couldn’t even be around him. I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t sickening as fuck.
“So you just ain’t gon’ ever talk to your other son again?”
“I don’t know, sweetie. I don’t know. And I highly doubt he wants me around him anyway.”
“Why can’t you just stop? I don’t get it! How can you even be into him? He’s yo’ fucking kid!” I barked.
“Kordell,” Cassie chimed in, rubbing my back.
My mom downed her water, and then looked to me since we were sitting adjacent to one another. After staring into my eyes for a couple moments, she shrugged and replied, “I just can’t. I love him.”
CRASH!
“Kordell!” Cassie hollered as I rose to my feet and threw my plate of food at the wall. My mother ducked just in time, before glancing up at me in horror.
“Get up, Cassie, and let’s go!” I roared, knocking my chair back and yanking Cassie harder than I wanted to, before pulling her from the dining room, through the foyer, and out the door. I ignored my mom calling after me.
“Kordell, stop! You’re hurting my arm!” Cassie cried, which had finally gotten my attention now that we were outside my parents’ mansion and in the driveway.
I let her arm go as I looked at her crying.
“Baby, I’m—”
“No, just take me home.” She sniffled and tried to push me off, but she wasn’t even close to being as strong as me.
I gripped her small wrists to stop her from pushing at my chest, and then I quickly secured my arms around her body. She didn’t hug me back.
“You know I would never hurt you intentionally, baby.” I gripped her body tighter, and finally she hugged my neck as her sniffling slowed up. Her hesitation to embrace me killed me because I never wanted her to be scared of me.
Holding the sides of my face, she kissed me deeply a few times, and then let me take her to the car.
My mom wasn’t shit but a disease to this family, and I wasn’t fucking with the idea of letting her infect my shit.
Laine
The next afternoon…
“Y’all hoes need to start putting Shea butter on ya pussies.”
I chuckled at Mischief’s Snapchat video because his ass was stupid. I should have never told him about that Shea butter because now he was obsessed. This morning he tried to— well he did put it on for me, and of course his ass got extra with it trying to finger me afterwards and stuff.
Slipping my phone into my pocket, I grabbed my duffel bag from the backseat and got out of the car. I’d signed the contract with Adidas after the lawyer Mara found for me, Peter, said it was legit. He said nothing was stated regarding my pregnancy, so I was fine. I decided to go ahead and let the executives know anyway, simply because I felt like I was deceiving them by keeping it a secret.
Honestly I thought they might change their minds about me once Tarik made up that lie for the blogs. I just knew I was gonna get a call saying that they’d no longer want me as a brand ambassador. However, not only did that not happen, but after reading a lot of the comments on the Instagram blog’s post, I saw that 90% of people didn’t believe him. They saw it for what it was; that he was just an ex with a motive to hurt me. Of course there were a few calling me hoes, saying they believed it and how Mischief needed to come their way, but they too were just some bird bitch haters.
However, the fact that no one believed Tarik was not enough for Mischief. He said it was over with for Tarik and there was nothing to be discussed further. I couldn’t care less about the nigga, especially after he tried to blast me, so Mischief could do what he pleased.
“Welcome, Laine. There are refreshments in your dressing room. Mara emailed over some of the things you like to have.” Some young white girl smiled and adjusted her headset before gesturing for me to follow her.
“Oh wow, thank you.”
Talk about VIP treatment.
> “No, no thank you. We’re happy to have you at Adidas.”
We made it to my dressing room, which was very large. The furniture was beautiful, and there was a big table covered in a whole bunch of shit that I loved to eat while pregnant. I didn’t know if this was a good idea because suddenly I was more focused on what I was gonna eat and not the photo shoot about to take place.
“I will let you relax for a moment before I send in the crew to start getting you ready. How does half an hour sound?”
“That’s perfect, thank you. I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.”
“Oh yes, I guess I’m just a wee bit nervous,” she said, giggling. “I’m Liza.”
“Nice to meet you, Liza.”
We shook hands and once she left, I continued to explore the dressing room. Once I’d seen everything, I grabbed one of the small Subway sandwiches, and sat down on the comfy plush couch to enjoy it.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Come in!” I shouted, mouth full of food.
The door opened, and a tall handsome man in a suit walked through. His hair was cut low, like his facial hair, and his suit looked expensive. His skin was a deep chocolate, and he had beautiful hazel eyes that sparkled as he moved closer to me.
“Wow, you are even more beautiful in person,” he smirked.
Swallowing my food, I replied, “I’m sorry, umm, do I know you?”
“Not yet, but you will. Evan Emitt. I’m going to be overseeing the line that you create through Adidas.”
“Oh wow, nice to meet you.” I dusted my hands off and reached up to shake his.
“Likewise. I know you’re relaxing but do you mind if I have a seat. I just want to chat with you for a little bit.”
“No, no please.”
“Thank you.” He sat down and unbuckled his suit jacket as he did. “So you’re a beautiful and very sexy mother of a two-year-old, and you’re married. I have to say I’m amazed that you pulled all that off, and got so far in your career at the same time.”
“Well what can say,” I batted my eyelashes playfully. “But no I did have to sacrifice a lot, even when moving from Chicago to Los Angeles. I pretty much left behind everything I knew. But I met some great people so that made the transition smoother.”
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