A few days later…
Power Force, that protein company, was throwing a big ass party for me since they’d just announced my signing along with all the promotional photos and shit. And as cool as I attempted to play it, the shit had me excited. It was surreal as a muthafucka seeing my face up there on such a big ass brand. I remembered when shit like this seemed so damn far away, yet I was right in this bitch. Only thing missing was my girl, but I was praying like fuck that I’d have her ass too, and very fucking soon.
“Damn, nigga, you made it.” Manny dapped me up as “Neat” by Q. Money played in the club. This shit was packed as hell and full of bitches in the smallest amount of clothing they could find. Usually, I would have been basking in this shit, but the only muthafuckin’ thing my simp ass could think about was Blaise and how she’d been ignoring me.
“Almost,” I finally replied, taking the bottle of Hennessy from Ozzy.
“Yeah. Yo’ wild crazy ass really pulled this shit off, Blood. You deserve it though,” Cole added, taking a blunt to the face, and I nodded.
We all continued to drink and turn the fuck up in my honor, and over time, more and more females were in our section. The homies had good eyes, so they were all some bad ones, minus a few with horrible ass bodies.
“This is who I’m up here for.” Some bitch gave me a look. She was aight in the face, but her body was ridiculous. I ignored her though, taking down a small sip of my drink. I could only have one of these muthafuckas for the night, so I was taking shit slow.
“Me too,” her homegirl added, and she was the ugliest bitch I’d ever seen, with a body to match. She’d clearly slipped through the cracks. “Just let me sample it.”
“Aye, get her ass up out of here.” I nudged Siggy who was seated next to me. I didn’t whisper the shit either, so the bitch heard me.
“Why I have to leave?” She frowned, pointing to her chest as Siggy rose to his feet and put his hand on her arm.
“’Cause you thirsty as fuck and unattractive as shit on top of that. At least be thirsty and fine like ya homegirl. You can’t possess two struggles.”
“This nigga said unattractive.” Ozzy chuckled.
“Nigga, you wish I was thirsty. I’m sure you secretly wanna fuck me!” She was mad as fuck, making it comical, but not comical enough for me to laugh.
“Nah, I’m good.” I swallowed down what I’d taken a sip of. “You shaped like my fucking uncle, beer belly and knocked knees included.”
“Nigga, I know…” she started fussing, but Siggy was moving her out of the area.
“Nigga, what uncle do you have?” Will asked. He was seated across from me.
“I don’t, but if I had one, he’d have that body. All uncles do.”
I chuckled a little bit as the homies died laughing, and for the next hour or so, it was chill. That was until I spotted Kharla walking over to me in some little ass dress. Niggas’ eyes were glued to her.
“Congrats, handsome.” She smirked when she got closer, pushing her hair behind her ear. “Can I sit down?”
I nodded to say it was aight, so she looked to Siggy who moved down some to allow her in between us.
“Why you here?” I asked her. “Thought I told you to quit that pop-up shit, Kharla.”
“You did, but one, I love you, and I can’t just leave for good. Secondly, I know you miss me. You don’t stay away from me long.” She rubbed my shoulder and then leaned to whisper in my ear. “I’m always gonna be here for you, Belly.”
I chuckled gently.
“Oh word?”
“Yeah.” She paused, then inhaled sharply before letting it go. “I admit I’m not happy about Maia having your baby, but I’ve already cried over that, and I’m good now. I doubt old girl is willing to stick by you. I haven’t seen her post little hints that she’s with you or any of the romantic shit you were doing on her story.”
“Maia ain’t having my baby, and Blaise ain’t going no fucking where. Why you clock her moves so much?”
“Thank God about Maia. And I’m clocking her because I’m waiting for the signs that tell me you’ve stopped fucking with her so we can get back to the regularly scheduled program.”
Kharla was relentless as a muthafucka, and even though I’d known she was like this for years, at times it was still baffling. If there was something I could do to make her stop fucking with me, I would pay to know what it was, just to have that damn knowledge.
“Kharla, Blaise and I are on some forever type shit.”
My tone was dry as fuck. There was nothing Kharla could say or do to make me fuck with her the way she wanted me to; never could and never would. And I ain’t have to worry about her pulling anymore stunts to piss Blaise off or break us up, because I’d made it clear I’d go upside her head. And she knew I never made threats, only vows, in and outside of the ring.
“We’re a forever type thing too. That should be obvious by now. It’s enough of you for us both. Just leave Sienna, Cadence, and Maia alone.”
“The only one I want is Blaise though. That’s what the fuck I’m trying to explain to yo’ ass. What I can have and what I can do is one thing, but what I want is another, and it’s none of y’all.”
Kharla just stared into my eyes sadly for a few.
“Yeah, well maybe you should make sure Blaise knows you want her, because she surely doesn’t want you.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Keep running yo’ mouth and get ya fucking neck rung like a dish towel.”
“She posted this. It’s already on the blogs.” Kharla showed me her phone, and it was Blaise’s Instagram story. She was in some little ass bathing suit, showing off her plump ass. That was enough to piss me off, but her caption saying she forgot how fun being single was had a nigga enraged. “Cortez!” Kharla called my name since I’d hopped up and started to the back of the VIP where the plush ass private room was.
Dialing up Blaise, I paced back and forth, waiting for her bold ass to answer the phone.
“What, Cortez? It’s—”
“Delete that stupid ass shit off ya fucking story, Blaise.” I was squeezing the fuck out of my phone.
“Delete what?”
“Keep playing dumb, and I’m gon’ hack yo’ shit. Take that single shit down, Blaise. I’m not fucking around.”
“I’m not taking anything down. I’m single and it’s fun.”
I chuckled before hanging up on her and leaving the private room. I didn’t say shit to anybody as I dipped out of the club through the back and went to the side parking lot to get my whip.
I sped right to her condo building in Beverly Hills, parking right out front and jogging to the door. Entering the lobby, Gary and I made eye contact, so I approached the desk.
“Aye, my nigga, buzz me through to the elevator.”
“Miss Cansino isn’t home at the moment—”
“Look, either you buzz me up or I fuck you up, bruh. It’s up to you.”
After looking me over for a couple seconds, he nodded, so I headed to the elevator and pressed the button, waiting for it to open. I was impatient as fuck as I rode up to Blaise’s condo and darted off once the doors opened. Using my key, I entered, hearing the shower. After getting her iPhone from her bedroom, I opened the bathroom door, slipped in, and yanked the shower door open like the nigga from Psycho.
“Ah! What the fuck, Cortez!” she covered her breasts, frowning hard as shit.
“Delete the damn story.” I handed her the phone as she stood under the running water.
“No!”
“Delete it ’fore I drown yo’ ass in the shower. Don’t ask how it can be done; I’ll figure the shit out.”
“Let me out first. I don’t want my phone to get water damage.”
“This shit is water resistant. Delete it.”
Snatching the phone, she unlocked it then went onto Instagram. I watched closely as fuck as she deleted the picture from her story. In the meantime, I saw her DM icon had the
number 300 on it, making me want to sock out every nigga in there. This break-up shit was about to have me lose my mind.
Blaise tossed her phone at me, and after catching it, I placed it on the sink counter. I watched as she rinsed the soap off of her body, licking my lips. Blaise did shit like this on purpose. And to make matters worse, she was naturally sexy, so even when she wasn’t trying, it seemed like she was. Turning the water off, she was about to get out, so I opened her bath towel to help her. She yanked it from me to wrap around her body, and once the shower door was closed, I pressed her up against it.
“Move, Cortez,” she whined.
“Let me have a kiss.” Before she could respond, I planted one on her, a few actually, and then went down to her neck. I made sure to grope her ass in the process.
She started to let me have my way with her, but my fucking phone buzzing in my pocket snapped her out of it. With the quickness, she reached down into my jeans to grab it, and then stared at the screen before shoving me off of her and throwing it into the hallway.
“Your bitches are blowing you up.”
Chuckling as I went to grab my phone from the hallway, I said, “That’s ’cause yo’ ass posted that stupid single shit. This yo’ fault these hoes is hitting me up.”
“Get out! And how did you get in here? I took my key back. Give me that spare you obviously made.”
Doing as she asked, I gave her the spare I was currently rocking. I had a chuck full of spares back at the crib, so I’d just replace it when I got home.
“I love you, Blaise. You so beautiful when you all hype and shit. You need to stop before I subconsciously slip my dick in you.”
BAM!
She slammed the bathroom door in my face, so after going to take a peek at beautiful Island, I went back to the club.
2
Alivia Farms
One week later…
She freaky, she gon' bust it… She thick as fuck, I'm lusting…
I smiled watching everyone sway a little or bob their heads to “We Don’t Luv ‘Em” by HoodRich Pablo Juan. I was the deejay for a baby shower today, for this Instagram model named Mindy. She was pregnant by NBA Player Jordan Bayou, who’d just signed a 125-million-dollar contract, so her being happy was an understatement. Mindy was very pretty though, with a body to match. She’d had her fair share of famous men too.
The baby shower was more like a big ass luxurious wedding in a sense, with outdoor seating, beautiful green grass, pink and white flowers, and enough food to cure world hunger. It was a garden theme, so it was beautiful.
Knowing her man was balling, I definitely took advantage, charging my highest fee. I was feeling good doing this job, and it was mainly because it was a daytime gig, so my parents weren’t breathing down my neck. I could calmly spin songs while thinking about the 50 percent remainder of the nice hefty pay I’d be getting once I left.
“Oh my gosh, you came!” Mindy screeched, rushing her pregnant self off. I glanced to see who she was so excited to have laid eyes on, and it was none other than Blaise and her friend Priscilla.
“Of course.” Blaise smiled, handing Mindy a huge gift bag just before Mindy hugged Priscilla too.
I quickly turned away because I’d be damned if Blaise caught me staring again. I couldn’t believe she’d offered for me to hang with her that night, and I planned to, but just as I was about to head over, she was in a full-on brawl. I definitely didn’t want to get in the way of that or be expected to help out, so I took my ass back to my booth and very quickly.
About thirty more minutes passed of everyone having a good time, before I was asked to lower the music so Mindy could open gifts. I watched, admiring the luxury baby items she was given by her rich friends, or friends who had rich companions like her. Finally, it was over about two hours later, so people got back to eating, drinking, and dancing.
I spotted Blaise get up from the table and head to the food area, so I removed my headphones to walk over. Grabbing a plate, I cut the girl in front of me since she was in between us. She didn’t seem to mind since she was too busy trying to decipher which bread roll she wanted.
“Hey, Blaise!” I said way too excitedly and immediately regretted it.
“Hi.” She looked to me with a smile. “I keep seeing you everywhere.” She looked back and saw my booth. “You’re getting your coins out here.”
“Yeah, I try to. I wanted to apologize for not coming to VIP with you that night.”
“When?”
I didn’t expect that to be her response, and now I felt dumb. She moved down the line, so I followed.
“That one time you saw me in the deejay booth for the club event you hosted. You asked me if I—”
“Oh.” She chuckled. “Yeah, that night. Don’t remind me. It’s fine; no need to apologize. I didn’t even remember.”
“Right.” I tried to think of something to say as she turned to go back to her seat. Following, I added, “Well I think you fight really well. It must be from dating a boxer.” I laughed, but she only simpered softly.
Sitting down at the table, she replied, “I could fight long before him.”
“Him? Must be talking about Cortez Khalil. You know, you amaze me, Blaise, with how you’re able to be more than a one-night stand to some of these men, especially ones like him,” some girl chimed in. She was Instagram famous, but I couldn’t recall her name. I’d just seen her before.
“Glad I amaze you.” Blaise focused on her food as everyone at the table listened in.
“Got any tips?” the girl continued. “I mean, Cortez isn’t exactly easy to keep.”
“And how would you know?” Blaise cocked her head.
Shrugging with a smile, she replied, “I may have run across him in the past. We had a quick little thing.”
Everyone had their lips parted while on edge. I didn’t know this girl well—hell, Blaise either—but if she’d seen that ass whooping in the club like I had, she probably wouldn’t be saying any of this.
“So you mean you came to one of his matches or club appearances, he fucked you, and that was it. So now you’re a little envious, wondering why that didn’t happen to me.” Blaise laughed, and Priscilla followed suit.
Was I supposed to laugh too? I wasn’t sure.
“Girl, please. If I wanted that nigga, I could have had him!”
“Please, if you even thought you could get Cortez to be your man, we would have seen it all over social media,” Blaise responded, and that caused for the other girls to giggle. “It’s okay. Some niggas just don’t want you.”
“Keep talking, and I’ll fuck that nigga the next time I see him. Yeah, y’all may think y’all are together, but I know bitches he’s been fucking the whole time he’s been with you.”
Blaise finished her glass of juice, slid her chair back from the table, and then rose up. Her dress was burgundy, a velvet material, and very tight. Her dark wavy hair hung down her back. She didn’t appear to have on makeup, but her brown skin was flawless, bearing a sort of glow.
Tossing her burgundy Prada purse onto her shoulder, Blaise then grabbed a table decoration made of diapers and whacked the girl across the face.
“Oh my gosh! Helen!”
“Have a good day, ladies.” Blaise turned to walk off, as the girl who I’d learned was named Helen, yelled out, holding her face.
My shift was over, so when Priscilla took one more bite of her cake then pranced off, I did the same. When we got outside of the gate, Blaise had her iPhone out, and it must have been on speaker because I could hear it ringing.
“Priscilla.” She looked to me, hand reached out, introducing herself.
“Alivia.”
“Hey, baby—”
“You know a bitch named Helen?” Blaise barked into the phone as Priscilla texted away.
“No.” Cortez sighed.
“Well she’s saying she fucked you and knows bitches you fucked while you were my man! Who else did you sleep with, Cortez!”
“
Nobody! I told yo’ psycho ass everything. And whoever that bitch is, is lying. Why the fuck you questioning me anyway? I thought you wasn’t fucking with a nigga, Blaise?”
Shaking her head with her mouth twisted, she hung up on him.
“Are you okay?” Priscilla asked her, rubbing her back as a black truck pulled up. They both climbed in after a man held the door open for them. “Are you coming?” Priscilla looked at me as they sat in the truck.
“Oh, I didn’t drive my car, so I was gonna take an Uber. I don’t mind—”
“Come on.” Blaise waved for me, so I didn’t argue. It was getting later, around 4 p.m., but I couldn’t turn this down.
“Okay.”
The inside of the black truck was fly as hell and smelled rich. I could definitely get used to this.
“This is exactly why I want nothing to do with him,” Blaise fussed.
“I hear you, but you have to now.” Priscilla shook her head.
What did that mean?
“Yeah, well, we should maybe have a mediator or something so I won’t even have to see or talk to him. I know all that shit was because Helen is jealous, but still, the fact that I’m this paranoid means I can never be with him.”
“You guys are broken up?” I inquired. I mean, I kind of figured by the phone conversation, but I needed confirmation.
“Yep!” Blaise smiled, dabbing her eyes. She was a very pretty girl. “Let’s go to the Waldorf in Beverly Hills to relax, eat, and stuff.” She grinned.
“You know I’m down!” Priscilla giggled. “We can maybe spend the night depending on how long we stay. You okay with that?” She turned to me.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Lord, my parents were going to murder me.
The driver, who I learned worked for Priscilla’s boyfriend, Rafi, drove us to the Waldorf over in Beverly Hills. First, we went to get facials and massages, two things I had no idea I needed. It was so relaxing, and I no longer thought it was a way for rich people to waste their money. From now on, I was getting both at least once every two weeks.
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