The restaurant was really lux, with dim lighting and just a great atmosphere. I couldn’t stop smiling because today had been perfect, and this was a great way to end it.
“You know Helen wanted to come. She’s sorry, Blaise,” Mindy let me know, and I rolled my eyes as I ate some of the appetizer. We’d already ordered our entrees.
“Yeah, she texted me. I didn’t reply. I wanted tonight to be drama free, and knowing her, I’d have to slap her ass again.”
Everyone at the table chuckled as I checked my phone since I had a text. I saw it was Five-Star.
Jelani: Why you send the shit back?
Jelani: You look good as fuck tonight, I saw the photo.
Jelani: Let me make love to you tonight.
I rolled my eyes and locked my phone. He’d sent one of his flunkies to bring me a bunch of gifts, along with a plane ticket to Italy, as if I would really travel with him. I turned his ass right around.
“Please stand up so we can see this dress,” Nichole chimed in. “I saw your post on Instagram, but I need an in person look.”
She was annoying, but my Balmain dress was bomb. It was very short, black, and tight, with silver embroidery all over it. I made sure to wear the Balmain purse Belly bought me a while back because it matched perfectly. My black leather stilettos were Balmain as well.
As I stood up to show my dress, Romelo touched my thigh.
“I can’t wait to get you home,” he spoke lowly.
Suddenly, a little bit of ruckus and clamoring could be heard amongst the men a few tables away. I realized they were happy to see none other than Belly, rolling into Maestro’s with his ContraBandz gang and Manny. He nodded his head to the men who cheered him on damn near in the upscale restaurant, but then proceeded to my table. The waiters immediately began gathering chairs for his friends, but Belly walked right over to where I was, with Romelo right next to me.
As if Romelo wasn’t even here, he leaned down to kiss me, parting my lips a bit, and making it juicy. I was horny that quickly and not caring that he was infringing upon my somewhat date with Romelo.
“Get up,” he told Romelo coolly, once he pulled from our kiss.
“Man, come on, you—”
BAM!
Belly had snatched Romelo up by his collar, yanked him out of the chair and onto the floor. I was sure Romelo had broken his tailbone from how hard he’d hit it.
“Move, muthafucka.” Belly kicked Romelo’s leg in order to pull the chair out some so he could have a seat. “You can take yo’ ass home. You ain’t needed.”
Everyone was in shock, and if they had pearls on, they’d be clutching them. Like nothing was wrong, Belly began ordering a drink from the waiter since he was standing there with his mouth open a little bit. Finally, Romelo stood to his feet, and I was too embarrassed for him to look in his face. I felt him staring at me, but I ignored it until he and his friends left to go downstairs and exit.
A few moments of silence went by before everyone at our table, and even some at the tables on either side of us, began roaring with laughter. After the appetizers came, Belly gifted me a canary yellow diamond ring, causing everyone at the table to ogle it and comment.
Even though earlier was a mess, the rest of my dinner was perfect, especially because I had Belly here.
By the time we finished eating, taking pictures, and just enjoying everyone’s company, it was 11 p.m., so we all left. Since I’d rode in with Alivia, I allowed Belly to drive me home.
As soon as we got into the car, he turned on “Birthday” by Usher, and I was so ashamed by how hard I was smiling. No matter how stoic I tried to be around Belly, it never worked. He knew just what to do and say, which had been quite annoying during this breakup. I’d never heard the song until now, but I surely liked it; he knew I would. We gave one another a look as he grabbed my hand then kissed it.
“Blaise, man.” He shook his head after looking me over for a little bit before turning onto the freeway. “You’re perfect, baby.”
“No I’m not.”
“To me you are. A nigga coming from where I come from, sees you as a prize.” I said nothing, just looked out the window blushing and enjoying Usher’s flawless vocals. “Did you enjoy today?” Belly asked, turning on the heater.
“I did. Even though while I was getting my hair done, you posted me on your page and had my phone blowing up.”
“My bad.” He laughed.
“You had the blogs going crazy and your little girlfriends mad.”
“I guess because I’ve never done that shit before.”
I smiled to myself just as I noticed we were in Inglewood, pulling into the parking lot of the Serving Spoon, his favorite breakfast place.
“Cortez, what are you doing? We just ate.”
“Come on. I wanna show you something.”
Rolling my eyes, I let him help me out of the car, and we held hands as we walked up to the entrance. It was dark inside, which made sense since they were closed. After using a key to get inside, we walked in, with Belly locking the doors back behind us.
“Cortez, what is this?” I beamed, seeing he’d placed dark sheets against the windows but had candles out and rose petals all over the old carpet of the diner.
He led me to one of the booth tables that had a birthday cake on it. He lit the candles that were on the table and then removed the cake from the pink box. Sticking a two and a four candle into it, he lit it.
“Blow these muthafuckas out after you make a wish. If this diner burns down, I’m blaming it on yo’ ass.”
Chuckling, I closed my eyes, made a wish, and then blew them out.
“Okay, all done.” I giggled as he sat down. He brought me into his lap, kissing my jawline softly, while hugging my body.
He cut a slice of the cake then placed it on the small ceramic plate. Taking the fork that was on a napkin, he penetrated the cake with it then fed the piece to me. I took the utensil from him, then did the same, before pressing my lips against his.
“Shit is good.” He frowned, looking over the cake as if he were surprised.
“I know. Is this from some fancy bakery?” I inquired, still enjoying the remnants on my tongue.
“Hell nah. I got this shit from Ralphs around the fucking corner. I already bought yo’ ass a car and a bunch of other shit. The cake had to be cheap.”
Laughing, I responded, “Well I love it. Thank you.”
As I ate another piece, I felt him eyeing the side of my face before saying, “Is it possible, Blaise, that you could tell me whatever the fuck I need to do to be back with you.”
I stared down into his eyes, a bit caught off guard as I swallowed the tasty cake.
“You can’t have these women, Cortez. That’s a given.”
“Done. What else?”
“So just like that, no more of any of them? You’re not going to associate with them, let alone fuck them?”
“Just like that. Them bitches are placeholders, Blaise. I only need all of them because I ain’t got you. And even having all of them hoes, it still ain’t the same shit, and it still ain’t enough. You the only one that can keep a nigga satisfied.”
“Then how did Cadence convince you to cheat?”
“She didn’t convince me to do shit. I did it because I was stupid as fuck, and the concept of being in a relationship was foreign to me. But I’ve learned a lot, still am, and I want you to give a nigga a try.”
“I don’t know, Cortez. I’m not going to be one of those women that people point and laugh at because of how stupid she is over a man. No, I won’t. I’ve never been that type, and I won’t start.”
“You won’t be, I promise. It won’t be a bunch of bullshit, with me fucking different bitches and lying. I swear to you.” He looked me dead in the eyes, intensely. “It’s gon’ be me, you, Island, and then this one.” He touched my abdomen.
“You’ll be going from a womanizing bachelor to damn near a family man. You realize that, right?”
“
Yeah, that’s my new shit now.” He kissed my neck, making me titter delicately. “Plus, I like eating pussy, and I can’t really do that shit with four and five bitches.”
The fact that he was serious made me shake my head.
“You think you can only be with me? Meaning only having sex with me, only being intimate with me, even emotionally? No one else?”
“Nah, I know I can. I’ve been missing the fuck out of you. If you only knew.” He watched me as I pondered. “Please, Blaise. I can’t believe you got me out here begging and shit like a hoe.” I cackled louder than I wanted to but then nodded as I stared down into my lap. “But I want yo’ ass that badly.”
“This is your one last chance, Cortez, and you’re going to be on the thinnest ice ever for a minute. I don’t care what you buy me, how many times you pop up, how many men you run off, or how many speeches you give me, I will never take you back. If I have to be a nun, I will before I get back with you.”
“If I planned on fucking up, all that shit you talking would scare me.” Using his finger to steer my face toward his, he added, “I’m gon’ have yo’ ass bragging about how good yo’ nigga is.”
I wanted to be pessimistic, but the look in his eyes and the way he’d spoken had convinced me. I wasn’t sure if I was foolish to believe him or if he was being honest and I could sense it. My gut told me he’d be different this time, and as a woman, my gut had never told me something untrue, even when I didn’t want it to be true.
Belly reached for my zipper and started to bring it downward, so I stood up in front of him and let it fall. Pulling me closer, he kissed my stomach while gripping my hips, then removed my panties. I had on no bra, so I was only in heels at the moment.
Standing, he towered over me and then slipped his tongue into my mouth. My pussy was throbbing for him, as he roughly scooped me up and placed me on the table. Thankfully, he’d covered it in a red tablecloth. Finally pulling away from my mouth, he kissed down toward my breasts and began to toy with my nipples, using his tongue.
“Cortez.” I moaned his name as soon as I felt the warmth of his mouth on my clit.
He sat down in the booth, gripped my thighs tightly, and began sucking my bud, twirling around it with his tongue here and there. Pushing my right leg upward some, he ate me even more passionately, moaning subtly. In no time, I was climaxing, gripping the edges of the table. I caressed his head as he continued, hungrily attacking my pussy with his mouth and using the perfect amount of pressure. After I exploded again, he licked between my lower lips a few times, then came up to tongue me down.
“I always wanna fuck you so badly,” he whispered as I helped him unbuckle his jeans.
He wasted no time, yanking me to the edge of the table and barging inside of me. I came immediately due to the pressure of his long, thick dick and the sensitivity I already felt from him eating my pussy. He got right to fucking me hard, and I could feel my juices spilling out over his shaft every time he plunged inside of me.
Belly sucked my lips while holding tightly onto my ass as he pounded between my legs. He had my thighs over his forearms, giving him the utmost access.
“Mmm, shit,” I whimpered, digging my nails into him.
As soon as I came again, he pulled out to finish undressing. I watched, filled with lust at how fine he was. From his deep mahogany complexion, to his lean yet muscular, tall build and all those tattoos. His body was so chiseled, his skin was so smooth, and the way those long eyelashes moved like fans every time he blinked made him beautiful. My skin got hot watching him lick his lips as his big hands grabbed onto me, flipping me over.
Pressing my upper body onto the table, Belly slid back inside of me, holding my ass cheeks apart.
“Fuck,” he groaned, stroking me slowly.
“Yo-you get so deep.” I let my teeth sink into my lip as my eyes stayed shut.
I felt my nectar dripping between my thighs, just as Belly began beating it up. He gripped the back of my neck tightly and hammered me mercilessly as I cried out. I felt an actual tear drip down my cheek as I came yet again, gripping the table because he was going so hard on me. Our skin slapping and our moans were making a song of their own. Only a few pumps later of him all in my stomach, and he was letting loose.
He leaned down on me, still inside, caressing my body and sucking my lips. My legs felt so weak, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk on them.
We kissed for a long while before he finally pulled out of me and turned me to face him. He helped me redress and then put his clothes on before we left to his house. When we arrived, we took a hot shower together after round two then went to bed.
This was hands down the best birthday.
Next weekend…
Tonight, Mindy had invited me out because she’d had her baby and wanted to celebrate. I knew Helen and Nichole would be there, so I wasn’t interested in going, but Mindy was cool, so I decided I’d show my face.
“Thank you,” I told the girl who’d escorted me to the section Mindy was in at the club.
“Hey, pretty!” Mindy shouted excitedly, hopping up to hug me. When I let her go, I saw Nichole right behind, and she yanked me into a hug. She was so desperate to be my friend again that I felt bad for her. I didn’t want to. I wanted to hate her, but she was pitiful.
“Wow, you look good.” I eyed Mindy, taking her hand so she could do a spin.
“Girl, it’s called Spanx, but I’m working on it.” She turned around to glance at the table then said, “There are plenty of drinks and stuff, or you can get something from the bar.”
“Thanks.”
I went to sit down next to Mindy, and Nichole sat on the other side of me. I saw Helen on the other side of Mindy, but I chose not to speak.
“Hi, Blaise.” Helen leaned forward so she could see me. I said nothing back, so Mindy stupidly switched seats with Helen so she could be right next to me. I rolled my eyes. “I wanted to apologize for my comments at the baby shower. Despite what you think, I do care about you, and I was only wanting you to see the real. That wasn’t cool though.”
“I’m really not in the mood, Helen, so please.” I put my hand up.
“I get it. I just wanted to say that I was sorry.”
“K.”
“This is just like old times when we’d all go out!” Mindy shouted excitedly. I gave her a smile, because I could tell she really wanted to have a good time. “Let’s take some shots!”
“Oh no, I’m good. I’ve drank enough last week for my birthday,” I lied.
“Aww, okay. Well, everybody else.” Mindy handed off shot glasses, and I just poured some of the cranberry juice in mine before we clinked then took them down.
I stayed for about an hour and a half, but my bladder was filling up by the second, so I decided to leave. Before I did though, I needed to pee, so I headed back toward the bathroom. Before I was even in good, someone walked in behind me, and of course, it was Megyn.
Ignoring her, I went into the stall to pee, but I could see through the slit on the side of the door that she was waiting for me. I wiped then flushed before coming out to wash my hands in the plush sink of the luxury club.
“I know you know who I am, Blaise, so no need for an introduction.” Megyn leaned on the sink.
“I do. You have a lash company, right? Used to be a stripper or something?” I avoided looking at her as I reapplied my lipstick.
“Yes, and you used to be an urban model, but now you do a few movies. Yes, we’ve seen each other around, but I’m talking about knowing me as someone in Cortez’s life.”
“An old fuck buddy.” I shoved my lipstick into my small Dior bag.
“No, not an old fuck buddy. I’m his… we’re doing our thing.”
I laughed so hard as I brushed my hair.
“Girl, you’re hemming me up in the bathroom about a nigga you can’t even call your man?” I chuckled some more. “How embarrassing.”
“He is my man, I just didn’t feel the need to say it. But look
, he and I were perfectly fine until you decided you wanted him back after your little birthday.”
“Oh no, I don’t know about perfectly fine. Your man was definitely still calling, texting, coming by, kind of acting like my man. And didn’t he make you wait on hold while he gave me head? Get serious.”
“Anyway, he was doing the same texting and calling thing with me, so you’re not special.”
“Don’t you just love when he tells you he loves you, right before he eats your pussy? It’s something about it.” I cocked my head, and when I saw her lips tighten, I chuckled. “Oh, that never happened to you, huh?”
“Look, what I want you to do is move on to whoever is next in your lineup, and leave Cortez to me.”
If I actually cared about what she thought, I’d tell her I was carrying his baby, but I felt like she just might kill herself if I did.
“No, he’s my man now. And because he’s mine, you’ll no longer be able to get in touch with him.” I walked to the bathroom door to leave.
“I can get in touch with him whenever the fuck I want!” Megyn turned to face me, scowling.
“Okay, try tonight and see if he answers. Goodnight.” I grinned then yanked the door open so I could leave.
All of Belly’s bitches were in for a rude awakening. Their access to his dick and attention was no more.
Will
The next day…
I was putting all of my shit into my bag because I had to go to Dionne’s dance rehearsal for more photos. She hit me up asking if I still planned to, and I agreed. I still loved Dionne, and also, I wanted to see Priscilla. Priscilla and I had no reason to communicate really, and I found myself bothered by it. But as interested in her as I was, I found it hard for her to turn me on sexually.
The other night I went to her Instagram to look through her pictures, and not even the sexiest ones got my dick hard. That said a lot, because back in the day before my addiction, I would have been able to jack off to at least 60 percent of the shit she’d posted. Lately, the only woman that could turn me on was Nichole, and I guess it was because she had the same tendencies as females like Swan and so on.
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