Rain's Theory

by K. C. Mills

  Theory had given me an ultimatum and now it was up to me to make the next move. My life just got extremely complicated.

  -4-

  Theory

  I hadn’t officially seen Rain in over a week, and I say officially because I had seen her but she hadn't seen me. I was on some stalker shit a few times, and camped outside her office to see if I could catch her with that nigga she was so called with, and so far nothing. Either he worked a lot or she was keeping her distance, because he hadn’t been by her office once. I knew where their apartment was, but I decided to stay away because I wasn’t sure I could control myself if I caught that nigga alone, but my patience was wearing thin. Rain was back in town but she still wasn’t really back in my life yet, and I needed that shit to change ASAP.

  “The fuck your head at?” Niles asked pulling me out of my thoughts. We were chilling at his crib since we had just finished making rounds to make sure our spots were on point.

  “Damn, can’t I just sit here and chill for minute without you all in my shit.”

  “You can do what the fuck you want, but I asked your ass if you chillin’ tonight and you didn’t answer me.”

  I laughed because I hadn’t heard Niles ask me shit. “Yeah, I’m down. We hitting up Soul?”

  “Hell yeah, they’ve got some kind of album release party and shit, so you know the bitches gone be up in that piece. Classy bitches and shit, not those fucking dick riding hood rats.”

  “Nigga, you stupid as fuck. How you fix your face to say classy bitches? If they ass classy then why the fuck they gotta be a bitch too?”

  “Shit, you know how that goes, classy or not, a bitch is a bitch. You know what the fuck I mean. Stop trying to check me and shit,” Niles said and then laughed.

  “So what’s up with your girl? You know she’s gonna be there.”

  I let my head fall back against the sofa thinking about Alani. She and I had been together for almost three years, and even though I had plenty of women on rotation, she was pretty much my main. Lani was what you would call a beautiful mistake. Her father, Detroit Washington, owned three extremely successful record labels, along with some recording studios and magazines, so Lani was spoiled as fuck and a daddy’s girl. It started off as a way to piss him off, but once she had a touch of Theory in her life she was sprung, and fell hard and fast. I was the thug her father didn’t approve of but couldn't get rid of. He tolerated me because Lani got what she wanted, and if she wanted me then her father wasn’t going to stand in the way of that.

  Lani was beautiful with her deep Hershey skin, dark brown almond shaped eyes, and a body that made you want to murk a nigga for just looking her way. Lani had a nice round ass, thick toned thighs, flat stomach and perfect full round breasts that she seemed to love to have on display. Her mother was Italian while her father was black, blessing her with long, thick silky hair that fell just above the small of her back. She was fucking beautiful but spoiled, possessive and jealous as hell.

  We fought more than anything because she swore I was always up to something. Never mind the fact that I was, but I didn’t need her calling me on that shit every chance she got; we were together but not in a relationship. She knew what was up when we got together but for some reason, she felt like she could control my actions. Shit, a nigga loved pussy and even though Lani had the kind of shit that made most niggas want to propose, it wasn’t enough to make me cancel pussy for her.

  Now that Rain was back, I didn’t know how the fuck that shit was gonna work out. Lani wasn’t about to let me go without a fight and I knew that.

  “Shit, you making me want to keep my ass at home. I’m not in the mood to deal with Lani’s crazy ass tonight.”

  Niles looked at me like I was crazy. “I know you’re not about to let Lani have you hiding out and shit?”

  “Hell no. Don't fucking play me. I’m just not in the mood to be dealing with her mood swings. It’s just easier to stay my ass at home.”

  “Yeah. aight nigga, let me find out your ass hiding ‘cause you scared of Lani,” Niles said and laughed.

  “Fuck you, muthafucka. I’ll be there.”

  “That’s what the fuck I thought.”

  I kicked it with Niles for a few more hours, and then decided to head home to catch a nap before it was time to head out.

  I was tempted to call Rain, but decided against it since I knew I was going to be knee deep in somebody’s pussy tonight. No sense in complicating things by adding her to the equation.

  When we stepped into Soul, it was packed as usual and the crowd was as expected. Ballers, celebrities, Atlanta socialites – hell, the best that Atlanta had to offer and then some were present and accounted for. It was if the entire city was there to show love for Loyalty’s new artist, but that was to be expected. The down side was that it was one of Lani’s father’s artists, which meant that she was there somewhere. Niles found a group of women to attach himself to, so I went straight to the bar to wait for Frank. Frank was a little more like me, low key and laid back, and even though we both had no issues getting women, we also didn’t chase them like Niles did.

  “What can I get for you sexy?” the bartender asked the second I stepped to her. She was cute, tall, thin, light complexion with long expensive hair that I could tell she paid good money for.

  “Hennessy and I’ll take the bottle.”

  She smiled at me, exposing an indenture in her left cheek similar to mine. “Alright then. I can appreciate a man who knows exactly what he wants.”

  I just nodded and smiled, because I knew she was flirting, and it was too early for me to get wrapped up with anyone. I leaned back against the bar as she walked away, and scoped out the place. There were a lot of beautiful women which let me know that I would have one of them in my bed tonight.

  “What up Theory, this shit is jumping already and its early as fuck, damn,” Frank said as he walked up to me, extending a closed fist to me which I met with mine.

  “Hell yeah, but you already knew. You know Loyalty don’t fuck around. If they have an event, then everybody’s coming out to show love,” I said.

  “Where the fuck is Niles?” Frank asked as scanned the room.

  I nodded in the direction of Niles, who had downsized and now only had one woman with him. She was standing at his side with her leg wrapped around his, as her hand glided up and down his chest.

  “I swear that nigga don’t waste no time,” Frank said and laughed.

  “That’s why his ass got three kids from two different women,” I said and laughed.

  “True, but all that means is he’s reckless.” Frank looked back at the bar trying to find the bartender, who was currently at the other end helping somebody.

  “We hitting up VIP or we chillin?” I asked.

  “Don’t fucking play, you know how we do,” Frank said, just as the bartender walked up. She placed my bottle of Hennessy on the counter behind me, along with a glass.

  “What can I get for you?”

  “Let me get a bottle of Patrón and find one of your hostesses; we need a spot upstairs,” Frank said and winked at her as she eyed me.

  “Sure,” she said with a little less enthusiasm than she had when she addressed me. I just laughed and Frank also picked up on it.

  “Damn Thee, you got bitches acting salty and shit already,” Frank said looking right at her, before she turned to face me.

  “Don’t put that shit on me, nigga,” I said, as I picked up my bottle of Hennessy, untwisted the top and turned it up.

  A few minutes later, a hostess came strutting over to us, switching a little too hard when she noticed me and Frank. She stopped right in front of us, smiling like she had just hit the lottery.

  “You guys want VIP?” she asked with an uncontrollable grin. All she saw was dollar signs.

  “Yeah sweetheart, can you hook that shit up?” Frank asked, not moved by her attention. She was average looking, but her body was tight as hell. She was the type I would fuck in the bathroom but wo
uld never call.

  “I’m your girl. My name is Yolanda and I will be in charge of your area. I will take care of everything you need this evening, so please follow me,” she said as she eyed Frank and I like a famished animal on the prowl.

  Frank grabbed his bottle of Patrón that the bartender had just set down in front of him, as we followed Yolanda towards the elevator, which would take us to the second level where VIP was located.

  I searched for Niles again and when he saw me, I pointed upstairs to let him know where we would be. He nodded and then turned his focus back to the female he was with.

  “So, you can take care of everything we need this evening?” Frank asked with a big sass grin as we stepped off the elevator.

  “I sure can,” she said confidently, not knowing that she had just set herself up.

  I looked at Frank and shook my head knowing he was about to say some dumb shit, and sure enough as she unclasped the rope leading us into VIP, Frank grabbed her around the waist with one arm while grabbing his dick with his free hand. “So can I get you to take care of this?” he asked looking down and then back up into her face.

  “Um, that’s not exactly what-”

  “I’m just fucking with you sweetheart but I mean… if you’re down, I won’t stop you,” Frank said as he let her go and sat down.

  “Can I get you guys anything before I leave?” she asked, looking flushed and embarrassed. She must have been new, because we were at Soul all the time and I don’t think I have ever seen her before.

  “Let me get another bottle of Henny, and two bottles of Cîroc.”

  “Okay, I’ll be right back,” she relaxed a little and smiled.

  “Yo, why you fucking with that girl like that Frank? Got her all nervous and shit.” I looked at him and shook my head.

  “That’s her damn fault. She said she would take care of anything we needed her to.”

  “You’re dumb as fuck yo.”

  “You could have told me you were coming tonight,” Lani said as she came strutting in our section like she owned it, but that was just her way. She always functioned like she owned the world, and that was one of the things I loved and hated about her.

  “I haven’t talked to you Lani, and you know damn well nobody clocks my moves.” Lani and her flunkies got comfortable on the sofas around us, and they looked around irritated like being there with us was beneath them. Bourgeois bitches. I glanced at Frank who looked equally annoyed. Lani and her crew were all beautiful, but they had fucked up attitudes. In their eyes, we were just street thugs that were only good for dick and getting them high. That shit irritated the fuck out of me. Lani on the other hand knew me, so she had a different opinion.

  “It’s not my fault that I haven’t talked to you Theory,” Lani whined, as she scooted close to me placing her lips on my neck, and then letting her hand move up my thigh.

  She stood and adjusted her dress that barely covered her ass, and repositioned herself on my lap. I let my hand travel up her thigh until it was between her legs, and of course made contact with her center. Her hot ass rarely ever wore panties, especially when she was around me because she wanted easy access. I let my fingers slide inside her, as she let her lips make contact with mine, so I slid my tongue in her mouth kissing her passionately. I could feel my dick getting hard and was seriously considering a quick trip to the bathroom with Lani. That way I could fuck her, get it out of the way, and free up my night to leave with someone else.

  When I released her kiss, I looked right into the face of Rain, who was walking by. She looked at me like I had two heads, but didn’t stop; she kept moving along with some tall, light-skinned chick.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled, but it was too late to do shit about it.

  “Theory, did you hear me?” Lani asked sounding irritated. She was now trying to see what I was focused on.

  “What’s that baby girl?” I asked looking her in her eyes, trying to focus her attention back on me, so I kissed her on the neck.

  “Am I going home with you tonight?”

  “You not chilling with your girls tonight?” I asked hoping she would rethink her decision.

  “You know you come first,” Lani said.

  “Lani, we’ll meet you downstairs,” Josie snapped as she stood to adjust her dress. She was clearly tired of watching our make out session and ready to go find a victim of her own.

  “Hold on Jos, I’m coming,” Lani said looking back at Josie and Savannah. They were both on their feet and moving towards the exit of our VIP.

  “Just hit me up when you’re heading out,” I said, and then kissed Lani one last time before she stood and peered at me.

  “Don’t let me catch you with any bitches up here in your face Theory, and I mean that shit.” Lani stood in front of me with her legs slightly apart, hands on her hips.

  “I’m chillin’ baby girl. You know you don’t have to worry about that,” I said and winked at her.

  “Whatever, just know I’ll be watching you tonight, so don’t give me a reason to show my ass in here,” she said as she looked at me one last time and then went to join her girls.

  I just shook my head and laughed at the fact that she thought that she could handle me. After almost three years, you would think that she knew better. I did what the fuck I wanted and it didn’t matter anyway, because she could catch me knee deep in another bitch’s pussy and still forgive me, as long as I made her tap out right after it. Lani was used to Ivy League niggas that only rocked with missionary and basic sex, so after the first time I dicked her bourgeois ass down, she was hooked. I pretty much had a free pass to do what the fuck I wanted, and she wouldn’t say shit, as long as she knew that I would continue to provide her with my long stroke.

  I liked Lani; she was cool as shit when she wasn’t flipping the fuck out and trying to control me, but she wanted more than I was willing to give. We were basically long-term fuck buddies which she always confused with a relationship.

  Right now I had to find Rain and try to explain why I had my tongue down Lani’s throat and my hand between her legs. She knew me, so she knew that I had somebody in my life, but I could guarantee that seeing it with her own eyes didn’t help our situation. I damn sure didn’t have the right to tell her not to fuck old dude she was claiming, when I was sitting here in the club finger fucking Lani, but I didn't care. My situations didn’t have shit to do with hers and as fucked up as that was, I meant it.

  “I don’t see how you deal with her stuck up ass,” Frank said, watching as Lani and her minions moved through the crowd.

  “She’s aight.”

  “Maybe when you’re fucking her but she looks at us like we ain't shit yo.”

  “Nah, not Lani, maybe frick and frack, but Lani knows what’s up. Why the fuck you think she still around?”

  “Nigga, you know why. Those square ass niggas she’s used to ain't doing shit for her,” Frank said with grin. “I think I just need to rape Josie’s ass one good time so that she’ll get her shit together.”

  “Yo, don’t say no foul shit like that out loud,” I said and laughed. “Bitches take that shit serious Frank.”

  He just laughed. “You know what the fuck I mean. She just needs some act right and I got that shit for her right here, with her fine bourgeois ass.” Frank grabbed his dick and looked back in the direction that they had gone.

  “I'm not fucking with you like that.”

  I decided to deal with Rain later. For now, I was about to get drunk and chill. It didn't take long for our area to fill up. We were well known and for those who didn't know anything about us, we looked like money, so we were surrounded by women who were hoping to get lucky for the night; my present company included.

  “You’re awfully quiet.”

  I looked across my body right into a set of hazel eyes that where housed in a heart-shaped caramel face. She was smiling at me with thin pouty lips, as she brushed her bangs out of her face and tried to tuck them behind her ear.

  “I'm
not much of a talker,” I said with very little expression. I was testing her dedication to getting my attention. If I brushed her off and she gave up, then she wasn't worth my time, because it was likely that I wouldn’t be able to hit tonight and after watching her, I definitely wanted to.

  “So you’re not much of a talker, does that mean you’re a man of action then?” she asked with a flirty smile.

  I laughed just a little but then let my expression drop. “Yeah, I guess you can say that. Depends on the situation,” I said looking out into the club. I hadn’t seen Rain since she caught me with Lani, and I needed to lay eyes on her before the night was over.

  “What about this situation?” she asked inching closer to me. She was tipsy, which I attributed to the three mixed drinks that she had while her friends basically glued themselves to Frank and Niles.

  “We have a situation?” I asked glancing at her briefly, before I let my eyes wander around the club again in search of Rain.

  “Well, maybe not, but we can,” she said as her fingers glided across my arm, pulling my attention back to her.

  “What are you looking for, ma?”

  “What do you mean?” she asked looking at me confused.

  “What’s your name?” I asked.

  “Monica,” she said.

  “Well Monica, I don’t do relationships so I might not be the guy you want to have a situation with.”

  She frowned. “Maybe I don’t want a relationship.”

  I found that amusing so I laughed. “All females want a relationship. You might not admit it, and you’re likely lying to yourself if you honestly think you don’t, but all females want a relationship because if I tell you right now that all I’m offering is one of the best nights of sex that you have ever had in your life, then you’ll agree. But, when I send your ass home and don’t call you, then you’ll be sitting around thinking ‘damn, what the fuck is wrong with me, what did I do, why didn't he call’.”

  “Maybe that’s what your used to dealing with, but I can honestly say that all I want is amazing sex tonight, and then maybe you’ll be the one sitting around trying to figure out why I didn’t call you,” she said with a smirk.