by Nikki Turner
“Promise me that you’ll never smoke anything with anyone other than me.”
A curious expression passed across Isis’s face when he asked her to make that promise. “Why do you want me to smoke it only with you if it’s not harmful to me?”
“Because niggas are the most shysty animals in the world,” he said. “They may put something inside of the weed that’ll fuck you up for life; they sometimes call them mickeys.” He could tell that he had her attention, so he continued. “I’m not trying to scare you. I just don’t want you to fall victim to another sucka pretending that he or she is your friend.” He passed the weed back to her. “A jealous bitch will act like it’s all about you but all the time be trying to tear you down. And all bitches ain’t female; they just have female traits. A dude can have a dick as big as an elephant’s and still be a ho,” he explained. “Okay?”
Isis wasn’t sure if it was the weed or what, but everything that Logic said sounded deep and thoughtful. The room was filled with the pungent aroma of top-shelf marijuana. The smoke wafted above her head. She took another toke, this time bigger than the last one, but not quite as large as the first time.
“I promise.” The words came out along with a puff of smoke.
Three days had passed with Logic and Isis doing nothing but smoking weed, having sex, eating gourmet food that they had delivered to the house, and swimming in the pool at night—and sometimes in the ocean.
On the third day, Logic announced to Isis after he had gotten out of the shower and was getting dressed, “I’ve got to go to work to make us some money if we want to continue to have a place to live.”
“You know I love this place,” Isis said, smiling, “so by all means don’t let me stand in your way.”
“That’s my girl,” Logic told her. Most chicks would have been whining, saying, “Oh, baby, but I don’t want you to leave.” Isis knew the deal. She respected his hustle and understood the game. Daily she gave him reasons that could make any man fall head over heels for her.
Dressed all in black, Logic said to Isis as he grabbed his keys, “Okay, I won’t be gone long. There should be plenty of things to keep you occupied until I return. You can sit by the pool and work on some of your hot-ass jewelry if you want to. Hopefully, the atmosphere will propel your thoughts into a creative frenzy,” he said, encouraging her. “But if you need a break from that, there’s always shopping, sightseeing, or lunch at any of the four-and five-star restaurants. Two of my credit cards and some cash are on the nightstand by the bed. Have fun, Princess.”
Did this man just say cash and two credit cards? Isis had to ask herself. Dreams do come true, huh? “You make it all sound so wonderful. I’m not sure what I want to do, but I know one thing you can let me do, and that’s to let me make you breakfast before you leave.”
He looked at his watch, jingled his keys, and then thought, what the hell.
Isis prepared sunny-side-up eggs with toast and sausage. She was going to make some fried potatoes, but with Logic being the bachelor that he was, he didn’t have any potatoes. To wash everything down, Isis cracked open a bottle of champagne instead of juice, because he had none. She worked with what she had.
After they were done with breakfast, Logic went into the second bedroom of the condo, which doubled as his office space. He removed his .40-caliber Glock pistol from the closet and placed it between the waistband of his pants and the small of his back. Then he fixed his shirt and walked back out to the kitchen, where Isis was putting the dishes in the dishwasher. He walked up behind her and gave her a kiss on the cheek before heading to the door.
“Thank you for cooking me breakfast. It was delicious,” he said. “But next time, do dat shit butt naked.” He smacked her playfully on the bottom and then headed for the door.
“Be safe, Logic,” Isis said to his back with a smile on her face.
He turned around with a grin on his face, and asked, “Is there any other way?”
Chapter 13
A Gangsta in Bed
Logic paraded Isis around the city all week as if she was his prized trophy, introducing her to big wheels as one of the finest hidden secrets on the East Coast. He damn near forced them into being jewelry clients of hers, but hey, they would do anything for Logic. Once he took her to a nightspot called Club Opium, where multiplatinum rapper and entrepreneur Smooth Breeze was giving a big party. Of course Logic had platinum VIP status, walking to the front of the door and straight to VIP. He wasn’t really feeling up to dealing with a loud hip-hop crowd tonight, but he thought there would be some good contacts for Isis. Besides, the rapper owed him so many favors, it was indeed his time to collect one or two.
Logic nudged Isis’s arm. “That’s the guy over there that I want you to meet,” he said. Smooth Breeze was sitting in a giant booth with three other men and about eight women who looked like models.
“He looks occupied,” Isis observed.
“He’s not too busy to meet you. Besides, I’m sure he’ll want to meet any friend that’s a friend of mine.”
When Smooth Breeze saw Logic walking toward his table, automatically he had two of the women get up to make room. “Logic, my man, what’s good?” Smooth Breeze greeted him with a homeboy hug. “I didn’t think you were going to make it. I know this isn’t your type of crowd.”
“No crowd is my type of crowd,” Logic answered. Then he gestured toward Isis. “I want you to meet my lady, Ice. She makes top-notch original jewelry, and I want you to expose her to the hip-hop market.” Logic got right to the point. “Nobody buys jewelry like you cats.” Isis was stunned at the way he spoke to the famous rapper.
“No problem, Logic,” Smooth Breeze showed his platinum teeth. “You know I’m going to need to see you tomorrow to take care of that business. If I’d known you were coming, I would have brought that with me.”
“I know, but I’m going to have Doc or Jacob to meet with you to handle that tomorrow.”
“That’s what’s up.” Smooth Breeze nodded, then said to Logic and Isis, “Y’all’s cups been good all night, right?”
“Yeah, we good on the cognac,” Logic replied.
“Is that all you need from me right now?”
Logic answered with two quick words: “For now.” Then he smiled.
“Anything you need, let us know.”
“Just make sure you handle that B-I with my Princess.” Logic kissed her on the forehead.
“I got dat.”
“Let someone serve and wait on you.” If Dave could see me now, he sure would be proud! Isis couldn’t help but smile.
Sitting in VIP with a full waitstaff waiting on her hand and foot and having the full attention of one of the most respected men in the club—if not the most respected—made Isis truly feel like the princess that Logic had labeled her when he first laid eyes on her at the pool in Vegas. A couple of times Logic had referred to Isis as his lady while introducing her. She loved seeing the way that people flocked to her new man, damn near kissing his ass just to get a hello out of him. She watched how one of the guys in Smooth Breeze’s entourage passed off a sack of pills to Logic while he sat there smoking a blunt in the middle of the club like it was a cigarette. Logic smiled at the small gift.
Isis overheard the guy that passed him the bag say, “I know you probably got this shit by the pound, but Breeze wouldn’t have it in here if I didn’t break bread off of his stash.”
Isis was getting turned on by the power that Logic exuded. He caught her looking at him. “What did he give you?” she asked.
“Some E pills. They’re not as powerful as mine, but the gesture is what counts.”
“Is that right?” She smirked, totally infatuated. “I didn’t know that you took those.”
Before he could answer, a business client approached him. “What up, Logic? I’ve been working hard trying to get your money back,” he said. “I’m in production right now with the film, finally. It shouldn’t be long before we generate some revenue.”
/> Logic just looked at the negligent filmmaker. His boy, Doc, jumped into the conversation to alleviate some of the uncomfortable tension. “Yo, Tre, so how you loving that Ferrari you driving?” he asked.
“It’s a perfectly tuned machine. I had to pull some strings to get the limited edition on the first shipment that they sent through the Port of Miami, but the red tape I went through was worth it.”
“Plug me in with them motherfuckers you dealt with, ’cause I can’t get a bitch to pay me no mind,” Doc told Tre.
“That’s nothing. I will take care of that for you.”
While Doc and Tre continued to talk, Logic redirected his attention back to Isis. “You have a problem with that?”
She wasn’t sure what he was referring to. “What, you handling your business?”
“Me and E?” he asked like her opinion really mattered to him.
Isis shook her head. “I was just asking.”
“I mix the E with the V from time to time. They call it sextacy.”
“I know what the E stands for, but what are V’s?” she asked.
“Viagra.”
She recalled their sex episodes from the other night. That’s why I couldn’t keep up with that nigga.
“Actually, the pills that Breeze sent to me are nothing close to the ones that I get. They won’t even do anything for me.”
Ecstasy is Ecstasy, she thought. Then she asked, “Can you let me try one of them, then?”
Logic studied her face. “Have you ever taken one before?”
“You know I am the original square from Green Acres.”
“Then why now?”
“Curiosity,” she said. “And you’re the only person that I can trust to satisfy my curiosity.”
He sat there feeling himself, loving the way that Isis tuned into him, and then Doc whispered something in Logic’s ear. It must have been something funny because a big smirk appeared on his face. He grabbed her hand, signaling to Isis that it was time for them to leave. She grabbed her Chloe bag and started toward the door, led by Logic through the crowd. She was more than ready to go home and hit the sack. She hadn’t gotten much rest the night before and had been functioning all day since 6 AM on only four hours of sleep.
Once they were outside of the club, Isis watched as Tre, the film guy, headed over to his car with two six-feet-tall white women, one attached to each arm. She watched as they stood next to the banana-yellow Ferrari making arrangements on what the next move was. Isis couldn’t even imagine the freaky festivities that they had in store for the rest of the night.
Logic handed his keys to Jacob. “Take my baby to the car,” Logic said, referring to Isis. The car was parked only four spots from the entrance of the club. He turned to Isis. “Princess, wait in the car. I’ll be there in a minute. I gotta talk to Tre right quick.”
Isis did what she was told, but Logic was only a few feet away and she could hear him talking to Tre. “Let me hold them keys to that Ferrari until the revenue from the film is proper.”
Tre knew that it wasn’t a request that Logic was making. He had three options: produce the money that he owed, which he didn’t have; give up the car; or die. With moisture in his eyes, he gave up the keys. That car was the love of his life, but it wasn’t worth his life. Logic tossed the keys to Doc. “Put some miles on her for me.”
“Will do,” Doc assured his boss.
Before Doc could pull off, Isis heard Logic tell Jacob, “There’s too much money owed to me in these streets. I think niggas are starting to think that shit is fucking sweet. What the fuck a nigga doing in a club driving a Ferrari, dicking not one but two white bitches, while he owes me a quarter-million dollars and counting? I need you to go to the strong-arm collection tactic to let cats know that it is that serious. So for the next couple of weeks, keep your feet the fuck out of them casinos and on the pavement collecting my gwock.”
Although he tried to conceal it, Isis read the angry look on Jacob’s face as Logic pulled off.
Logic took another look at Isis before he turned onto the main highway. He admired every stitch of the all-white rhinestone halter dress that she wore. In fact, this was the first time that he had noticed that since she had been in Miami, she had worn only all black or all white. He found it interesting. He also liked the fact that she asked him for permission to take the Ecstasy. She never whined or complained about anything, although there wasn’t much to complain about. He put his right hand on her left leg and then slowly ran it up her thigh, and he didn’t stop until he reached the prize. She wasn’t wearing any underwear for fear her panty lines would show through the form-fitting dress. Between her legs was hot and wet like a rain forest in South America. That night, she would break another one of her never-haves. Hot sex on Ecstasy was definitely on the menu.
When they got in the house, Logic gave her a small blue pill. She wondered if it was one of the blue dolphins that she had read about, but she didn’t ask. She took the pill that he gave her, and he swallowed a different-colored one. Not really knowing what to expect from the drug, she wanted to be prepared.
“I want to go freshen up,” Isis said. She turned her back to him to unzip the sexy number she was wearing and let it drop to the floor.
As she strutted off to the bathroom, Logic’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Thank you for trusting me,” he said.
“I was born to trust you,” she told him, “but please don’t betray my trust. Okay?” she said with a look of hope in her eyes. Now, if this motherfucker right here betrays me, it’s going to be the damn straw that broke the camel’s back.
Logic didn’t even get a chance to respond to Isis’s query. Next thing he heard was Isis in the bathroom vomiting. He came in behind her and handed her some paper towels as she leaned over the toilet bowl. “It’s one of the side effects to the E the first time you take it.”
He sat there and talked to her for a few minutes before she insisted that she get into the shower. He agreed.
Logic was lying in the king-sized bed stroking his manhood when she returned. Steam emerged through the door from behind her as if it was trying to race her when she stepped on the carpet. She looked like a black angel emerging from the gates of heaven, and she was coming his way. As she got closer, she slowly turned her back toward him. Logic could make out the black sheer Claire Pettibone nightgown that she had purchased earlier that day, along with some black, strappy, come-fuck-me sandals. She was ready for attack. Logic had no idea that the E had her so high that it had taken her an extra fifteen minutes just to get the sandals laced up correctly.
She stood in front of Logic, striking a sexy pose with her back to him. She slowly turned back around.
Damn, I hope I don’t fall, she thought as she made the spin. This shit got me fucked up already. Lord, please be with me. She could feel her body being super lightweight.
In his eyes, everything was perfect, right down to the slight bow in her legs that made a gap just the right size at her mound. He sat up and pulled her to him so that she could sit on his lap. He had to have her closer, right then and there. Forget trying to play it all out like one of those old romance movies.
Her long black hair was pinned up with a black-and-rhinestone hair clip, which provided a perfect opportunity for him to kiss her on the neck. He then reached around and cupped her breasts, massaging them gently. By the time he got around to playing with her nipples, she rolled her neck back, wishing that he would move faster and take it to the next level. And just when the thought crossed her mind, he slid his fingers into her moist vagina. His fingers moved around her clit so deftly, she was sure that at one time in his life he must have played a piano or some other instrument that took great digital dexterity. Isis breathed deeply and her body began to quiver. She moaned as his fingers rubbed in a circular motion, dipping in and out of her canal.
“Ooohhh, that feels sooo good,” she moaned.
Feeling her juices made him hunger for the taste of them. Licking his lips, he tur
ned her onto her back and kissed her inner thighs before he buried his face in that magical place. He parted her lips and lapped the sweet-tasting nectar dripping down her legs. She could feel her body shaking and knew that she was about to climax. He loved the fact that she had no control of her actions. Her body was in overdrive. She balled her fists and locked her legs around Logic’s neck, using his face as her personal fuck toy.
Both of them were drunk with lust, but the Ecstasy had Isis so hot that she wanted to taste him. She wanted to share with him the exhilarating feeling that she was experiencing. He had an urgent desire to explore her insides with another part of his body. She decided that she would succumb to his desires. She would put hers on hold.
Isis discarded her sexy lingerie. It made a puddle of silk at the side of the bed. They emitted a heat from their bodies that was indescribable. Now that Logic was released from her headlock, he guided his shaft toward her shaved pussy. He entered her without a condom, and she didn’t object.
The E was in his system and he was laying dick to her like a madman, stretching her vagina to its limits. She gyrated her hips and threw her pussy back at him like the destiny of the world depended on whether she made him come or not.
All five of the CDs in the disc changer had played; no music crooned from the speakers. The only music to be heard was the moans and grunts coming from the two of them. His balls smacking against her butt because of his intense thrusting created a rhythm to their duet. Ashford & Simpson, Method Man and Mary, and Peaches & Herb combined ain’t had shit on the harmony of Logic and Isis. When he glanced at the sweat rolling down her beautiful face and settling on her lip, it made him dig deeper and go harder until she screamed, “Lord knows, Daddy, I’m coming…I’m coming home to you, baby.”
After the best sex Isis had ever had in her life, she went to the bathroom to take another shower. Logic had turned on the radio; she began to sing every song that came on it while the water pounded against her skin. Once she finished washing up, she got out and dried off; she got a thick washcloth and soaped it up real good, and then headed over to the bed, where Logic was lying on his back with a rock-hard dick still in his hand, ready for round two. She thoroughly washed him up, causing the soap smell on his dick to mingle with the strong sex smell that was already lingering in the condo. Goddamn, I must be high, she thought, as the fresh soap scent started pulling her closer and closer to his dick. She was drawn to the dick like metal to a magnet. She didn’t hesitate to wrap her hand around the base of his dick with one hand and cup his balls in her other as her head bobbed up and down on his prize. The blowjob she was giving him had Logic seeing colors: blues, reds, greens, and yellows.