Don't Come Looking For Love

by Natavia

  “I want to kill that nigga!” Latavia said, not even knowing him.

  “This is why I came over,” she said handing me an Urban Celebrities magazine. O’Shea and I are on the front cover with him holding my hand as we walked out of Jordan Liles’ party. I read the article:

  “Platinum rapper O’Shea is caught leaving his alleged girlfriend’s first album release party. The young hot couple has been very close lately, but now, O’Shea has his eye on something new. Britain Washington of Glamour Styles has been caught leaving the party with rapper, O’Shea. We must say that this new face of plus-sized women is hot! She was stunning in her cat suit and big wild curly hair. This face has brought a new look to voluptuous. Who is Britain Washington? What is her connection to rapper, O’Shea, who was caught on camera eyeing her all night as Jordan Liles sulked off into the sideline? O’Shea has dropped a new single called, “Shorty.” Was he talking about Britain Washington? Now we know why O’Shea hasn’t been official with anyone. Perhaps, O’Shea loves a woman who doesn’t starve herself…who stands out from the rest.”

  I flipped through the pages and there were pictures of me coming out of work and a few out of the grocery store. I read the article under the picture of me leaving work…

  “Britain Washington being seen leaving work. She was looking lovely in a pair of ripped boyfriend jeans, off-the-shoulder top and platform heels. The scarf around her neck and her hair in a wrap-around braid made the look stunning. This plus-sized IT girl has pulled a retro look. Topping it off with her off-the-shoulder Soho bag. She struts to her car smiling on her phone. Perhaps, a dinner date with rapper, O’Shea?”

  “OH NO! I’m doomed! They are going to dig deep into my life now!” I said on the verge of tears.

  “Calm down, Britain! But I will say, these pics of you and your fashion will bring in clients! I mean, damn girl, they just said fuck poor ol’ Jordan Liles!” Latavia said laughing, flipping through pages.

  Latavia’s phone rang. “What the fuck do you want, Kenjay?” she asked with him on speakerphone.

  “Where you at?” he asked.

  “Over a friend’s house!” she said.

  “Tell that nigga I said he has to pay to play!” Kenjay said being rude as always.

  “He said why he needs to do that when you been the one dropping them stacks on me?” she snapped back.

  “Yo, I swear, don’t you disrespect me like that! Fuck is wrong with you?” he asked.

  “No, seriously, what do you want? Britain and I are ready to get into a few things!” she told him.

  “Tell Britain, that’s fucked up how she did my nigga like that! Her stupid ass knows better! Ask her, how would it have felt if he did that shit to her? She treating that man like he done something to her! He never disrespected her! None of that shit, and she walking around here with her head stuck up her ass!” he fussed.

  “Kenjay! You are on speakerphone!” Latavia told him.

  “I know and I hope she heard me, too! But anyways, fuck her, what we doing today?” he asked Latavia.

  “Not a damn thing! I’m going on a date tonight! How about me and my nigga link up with you and the bitch you was with last night!” she said, checking her nails.

  “Alright, what time?” Kenjay asked.

  “Ten o’clock!” she told him.

  “Naw, can’t do ten! I’m going to be fucking her by that time!” he said making Latavia mad and she hung up.

  “That’s cute how y’all play cat and mouse!” I told her.

  “Whatever! But, he was right, Brit. The way you going about O’Shea is all wrong! I mean, you know strong feelings never go away and whether she is with y’all or not, y’all are still bonded by Shia. I mean, the nigga made a whole song about your ass! From what you told me, honestly, none of this shit is his fault! He was young just like you were. What was he going to do? Take you and whisk you away to live in fantasyland? His father corrupted his life, too! Give the damn man a chance and stop treating him like he done something really bad to you! How did you really expect a fourteen-year-old to stand up to his father?” she asked.

  “I don’t know!” I said frustrated.

  “You could’ve fooled me! The way you acting, you seem like you know a whole damn lot!” she fussed.

  “Let me get dressed, so we can bounce!” I told her.

  O'Shea

  “What the fuck is this?” Jordan slammed a magazine on the table while we were out eating.

  “You know how to read, don’t you?” I asked her.

  “Don’t fucking play with me? Look at her! They are calling her wide-load ass the IT girl!” she gritted.

  “Get to the point because I’m bored!” I told her yawning. I had been practicing all day for a few days straight for my new album “Born Again” with little sleep, and this bitch was bugging me.

  “How the fuck can you just leave me at my party like that?” she asked.

  “Exactly, Jordan. How can I leave you at your own party?”

  “Did y’all have sex, and don’t lie to me!” she said.

  “Yes, Jordan. I ate her pussy and then we had sex!” I said laughing and she threw her drink on me. Great, now this shit was going to be in the tabloids, but then again, that wouldn’t be so bad. They can think we broke up. I was fed up with this weird-ass relationship.

  “You done with your tantrums?” I asked, pulling out my phone, sending Britain a text.

  “What are we doing after this?” she asked.

  “We can either go to your place or get a room and fuck. That’s all on you!” I told her.

  “Why are you acting like this? I have feelings for you!” her eyes watered.

  “Didn’t I tell you don’t come looking for love? I don’t want to be with you like that! Our publicist just thought this was a good look to slow my man whoring down and for you to get noticed! Stop acting like I’m your damn man! If you can’t handle the agreement, let me know! All I wanna’ know is, are we fucking or not?” I asked.

  “You no good dirty-ass nigga!” she screamed, making people turn their heads toward us.

  “But you knew that! Hell, it’s all over TMZ, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Urban blogs and so much more!” I told her.

  “You ain’t shit!” she said standing up. I called the waiter over to pay for our tab. We walked out and she was still fussing, “That bitch has nothing on me!” she said.

  “What do you have, Jordan? Your ass is fake! Your breasts are fake! You had a facelift and your ass is only twenty! You talking about keeping it real with you, but you are not real your damn self! I can’t even hit it from the back how I want to, because your ass doesn’t even jiggle!” I told her. She took her purse off, swinging it at me.

  “Call me when you want some of this good dick!” I told her getting into my Bugotti.

  I called Britain for the hundredth time like some lame-ass nigga and she finally picked up.

  “Yessss, O’Shea?” she sang into the phone.

  “Shorty, on some real shit, we need to talk!” I told her. She was hiding something from me I could feel it.

  “Okay, I’m free whenever you are!” she said.

  “What you ready to do? I know you going to that block party off of Jefferson Street. I’m only an hour away,” I told her.

  “You better bring your bodyguards with you! You can’t be in the hood like that!” she told me.

  “Shorty, that’s my hood! I don’t need that shit! People in your hometown don’t be on that groupie shit! I’m still the same nigga to them,” I explained.

  “Well, I guess you’re right. I just hope you’ll be okay coming through there!” she said.

  “On some real shit, Britain, I been thinking about you since you left my ass sleep, dick still in the air. I will be going on tour in a month and I want my time with you! I don’t want to hear any excuses neither. I will be at your job and all that. I will even threaten your ass with paparazzi if you continue with this shit!” I told her and she laughed.

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bsp; “You just trying to barge into my life, huh?” she asked.

  “I’m not trying, I am! When I popped that cherry you already knew what it was going to be! Eight years been too long, Britain, and I’m not doing that shit no more!” I told her.

  It’s crazy how I can just say what a nigga is feeling when it comes to Britain. When it came to these other broads they could just dead that shit. That’s how I knew I couldn’t avoid this feeling because she could get anything she wanted out of me.

  She was quiet. “You blushing, aren’t you? I remember how I used to always make you blush. All I had to say was, ‘Can I kiss you?’” I told her.

  She giggled, “How long are you going to be? I’m in the process of getting dressed,” she said.

  “An hour,” I said getting onto the expressway, “You in a good mood. A nigga didn’t get no back talk from your ass since we been on the phone,” I told her.

  “I had a wake-up call!” she said.

  “You damn right she did! I laid her out for you!” Latavia shouted in the background. That girl had too much damn mouth.

  I arrived on the block and it was packed. They even have a stage set up for the rap battle contest that I was sponsoring. There were so many niggas in the hood that had talent but never got noticed.

  Tammy walked out of the house that she refuses to move out of. Kenjay and I both dropped money on her so she could move, but she refused to leave because she loves her hood that much.

  “Look at my handsome son! Got the waves spinning! I see you!” she said, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

  “Come on, Ma! You act like you love that nigga more than me!” Kenjay joked.

  “Boy, hush!” she said.

  “Hey, Latavia, get your hot ass over here!” he shouted across the street. She and Britain were sitting on top of a car talking to some niggas.

  “So that’s the girl you was fussing with earlier? Tell her come over here and speak!” Tammy said to Kenjay.

  “Kenjay, leave me alone! Worry about that broad’s house you just coming out of!” she shouted back.

  “I like her, Kenjay! She takes no mess!” Tammy laughed.

  Britain strutted over with some tan leggings on, a white button-up shirt that was tied at the bottom making her hips look wider. Her wild, bushy thick hair was just out and she had designs of all types of colors on her sandals to match the bra she had peaking from underneath her shirt. Her lipstick was a pale yellow and she had these big-ass gold hoop earrings in her ears.

  “Hey, Miss Tammy! I was so busy talking to people I haven’t seen in years I forgot to come over and speak!” Britain said hugging her. I caught a glimpse of her perfect ass. She had one of those asses that sat out and you could just cuff it from the bottom.

  “What’s up, O!” Kenjay said making Britain laugh.

  “Don’t speak to me! I heard what you said earlier!” she said.

  “Where my hug at?” I asked, pulling her into me and she hugged me. I grabbed her ass from the bottom and gently kissed her neck.

  “O’Shea!” she said embarrassed then yanked away from me. I laughed at her.

  “Who that nigga Latavia smiling at?” Kenjay asked.

  “I don’t know that one but the other one we went to school with,” Britain told Kenjay.

  “Latavia! You not going to come over here and meet your mama-in-law?” Tammy shouted, embarrassing Kenjay and we just laughed.

  Latavia walked over. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t think his mama would look so young!” she said to Tammy.

  “Well, thank you! Y’all hear that? Mama still got it!” Tammy bragged.

  “Who that nigga you clowning with?” Kenjay asked her.

  “Someone who is interested!” she teased.

  “Mama, you always told me to never put my hands on a woman, but can I just slap her ass one good time?” Kenjay asked.

  “Kenjay, I will crack you upside the head if your ass hit that poor girl! You doing your thing, let her do hers!” Tammy said.

  “You going to dry snitch like that, though, mama?” he asked.

  “I’m no dummy, nigga! That girl knows your ass is doing you! You saw how long it took for her to come over here. She assumed I was one of these little hoes you be fucking with! So, she knows your ass ain’t no good!” Tammy said.

  “I like you!” Latavia said.

  “I got frozen Mang-O-Ritas with fruit at the bottom! Y’all go to the freezer and help y’all self,” she told them. They all walked into the house and now it was just me and Kenjay in the yard.

  “That bitch going to make me slap her ass! I’m tired of her fucking mouth!” Kenjay said about Latavia.

  “Nigga, she has a mouth just like your mama!” I told him.

  “Exactly!” he said laughing.

  “Hey, O’Shea!” Takera spoke. She used to fuck Kenjay when we were younger. Now, she was making googly eyes at me.

  “What’s up, shorty?” I asked.

  “Nothing, I be seeing you on TV doing your thing! You should let me be in your next video!” she said admiring my car. I think I almost caught some drool slipping from her mouth.

  “I will remember that!” I said. Takera had a banging-ass body and what not, but she looked washed up. Her weave was nappy as shit and she looked like she smoked too much.

  “Take your crack-head looking ass somewhere, Takera!” Kenjay told her.

  “But you still be hitting it! You wasn’t denying me last week!” Takera said.

  “Ewww! Kenjay you fucking that? She looks like she HIV positive! Now, I need to really get checked out!” Latavia said to him. Britain came over standing next to me and I put my arms around her.

  “Bitch, you don’t know me!” Takera said.

  “I don’t want to! What are you, besides a big fucking mass of germs?” Latavia said making Britain laugh.

  “You still deal with that chunky monkey?” Takera asked me.

  “Takera, like seriously, I’m trying keep it cute and classy. But you need take your ass somewhere before I whip your ass again! You don’t want these big girl problems, boo!” Britain said letting the hood come out of her.

  Takera rolled her eyes and strutted down the street.

  “Her ass still phat as fuck, though!” Kenjay said.

  “Come on, Britain, let’s walk down the block. I want to see whose status is hood because I’m looking for a soldier!” she said mocking Destiny’s Child’s song.

  “All them soldiers work for me!” Kenjay said with attitude.

  “But this pussy don’t!” she fired back and I shook my head.

  “Stupid-ass bitch!” he said getting mad. I had never seen this nigga get mad over a shorty like this before.

  “I’m going to find my mama! I will see you when you walk down,” Britain told me, walking away. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into me, “Can I kiss you?” I asked.

  “Go ahead, damn!” she smiled then closed her eyes and poked her lips out like she used to do when she was thirteen.

  I mush her. “Shorty, we grown! I don’t even want to kiss your ass no more”! I told her.

  “Seriously?” she asked.

  “Dead ass!” I said.

  She reached up pulling me down towards her lips then slipped her tongue into my mouth, pulling my bottom lip in, sucking on it. Now, shorty wrong as fuck to have me walking around with my dick hard.

  “See you later!” she said.

  “Stop switching, Britain! You got niggas looking at my ass and shit!” I told her and she waved me off.

  Kenjay and I looked at niggas watching Britain and Latavia strut down the street. Britain knew better wearing those leggings!

  “I’m shooting one of those niggas!” Kenjay said.

  “Nigga, that’s not your girl!” I told him.

  “So, what nigga!” he said.

  “What’s up niggas?” Rattle said getting out of his old-school box Chevy candy-painted orange on twenty-fours.

  I might speak to the nigga here and there bu
t I didn’t fuck with him like that. I gave him the head nod.

  “Damn, was that Britain? Her ass look good as fuck!” he bragged.

  “Say what, my nigga?” I asked.

  “I mean no disrespect, superstar! I just think shorty still fine as fuck!” he said. Niggas think because I have a house in Hollywood and a few throughout the DMV now, that I’m some punk-ass nigga! He got me fucked up!

  “Superstar, huh? I guess niggas forgot that it doesn’t matter how much hot shit I drop. I can still drop a nigga and have his shit leaking!” I told him and he grilled me.

  “Oh word?” he laughed.

  “Word!” I told him.

  “Ay yo, I’m ready to go say what’s up to Beans and them! I holla at you later!” Rattle said to Kenjay, walking down the street. If I caught him in Britain’s face, I was stomping the nigga flat out.