Cuffed by A Black Billionaire

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by Khadijah J


  “Hey.” She started.

  “What’s up?” I dried my hands and was about to walk out but, Rae grabbed.

  “I noticed the dude you sitting across from, Kentrell?” She started. I raised an eyebrow, while she continued.

  “He been eyeing me the entire night. I noticed it when we first met them, but I really peeped. So, are you feeling him or?” She asked.

  “Um. No, nah. Go ahead knock yourself out.” I told her walking out. Walking back to the table everyone stood, and we were heading out. I pulled my phone out to text my mother, keep her updated about everything. She told me to stop texting her and enjoy myself. She said we would catch up when I got back home. I rolled my eyes, as we continued strolling down ocean drive to the club we were going to.

  “Your name is Kentrell Rockwell, right?” Asked Rae.

  “Yeah.” He said, dryly, and Shi turned around to look at me strangely. I shrugged. The husky guy walked up by me and started a conversation.

  “Seem like you the quiet one out of your crew?” He smiled. He was so handsome, it was like hard to choose which one. He was thicker, but he had dreads. That didn’t take away from his appearance, he could still get it.

  “Not really, honestly, I’m not. I just don’t know y’all, so maybe that’s why y’all think I’m so quiet.” I told him.

  “Well, I’m Kenzo. That’s my brother, Zell, and that’s my brother, Kentrell.” He stuck his hand out.

  “Nice to meet you, Kenzo.” I chuckled.

  “Damn, so I’m just invisible.” The guy Rae was with said.

  “Yeah, to me nigga.” He shrugged. I laughed at him.

  “We kind of alike, Aliyanna. I don’t talk to motherfuckers either unless they my peoples, you know? I can spot a bullshitter easily, so when I recognize one, they get no convo from a nigga.” He told me. I nodded.

  “I can agree with that. So I take I passed the test.” I told him. I instantly got a good vibe from him. He smiled hugely at me with his slight gap in between his white teeth.

  “I wouldn’t be going out of my way to talk to you, if you didn’t.” He winked. I nodded.

  We walked in the club and straight up to VIP, with Kentrell leading the way. They were treating him like the fucking president. He was gone majority of the time from VIP while we sat there drinking and enjoying ourselves. Well the ladies were, but Zell and Kenzo were watching their surroundings as well.

  “Everything okay? Anything I need to be worried about?” I asked him, jokingly.

  “Nah, you good.” He assured me.

  “Well, why you so uptight?” I asked. I was picking his brain and putting pieces together. They were four fly ass men that were here in Miami on vacation. But the way that these three carried themselves were different. Especially Kentrell’s fine ass. I was trying to figure out exactly what it was that stuck out about them, but once it clicked, I was ready to go. Kentrell came back to the section, eyeing me and Kenzo sitting next to each other. Kenzo stood up, never answering my question before walking off with Kentrell. Shi walked up to me all happy, because she was vibing with Pierre.

  “Something ain’t right about these niggas, Shi. I’m ready to go, they moving weird.” I told her.

  “What? What you mean?” She asked. I explained to her what all I observed and she was frowned up too.

  “Well, if you wanna roll, we can, let me pull Shae off this nigga’s lap.” She rolled her eyes. I walked right behind her. I overheard her and Rae arguing, before Shi finally said fuck it, grabbed my hand and we made our way outside the club. It was going on two in the morning, it was still early. We walked outside the club and started strutting down the street. We ended up getting a couple of drinks from Wet Willie’s, before grabbing shots at another spot, then making our way to another club.

  Dancing our asses off due to us being a little intoxicated, we were working the dance floor like it was nobody’s business. We didn’t walk out the club ‘til it was almost five in the morning. We held each other’s hands, walking together walking down the street. We were almost to our hotel, when a group of crazy looking ass niggas popped up and were on some other shit.

  “Got damn, both of y’all fine as fuck. Hold up.” He tried walking in between us, grabbing our hands, and I instantly pushed the fuck outta him, and his friends quickly stepped up.

  “Back yo ass up, nigga. The fuck is you trying to do?” I spat. He had tried to place our hands on his private area, and I was blown. Niggas were foul and disrespectful.

  “Lil momma, you better watch yo hands.” He snapped.

  “No, you better watch yo motherfucking hands, lame ass nigga!” I spat.

  “There y’all go.” Shae said.

  “Y’all good?” Kentrell asked, with a mug.

  “Nah, this fuck nigga-” Shi started.

  “Wassup, Ken? Ain’t shit going on, bro. Just a misunderstanding, bro, I ain’t know they were with you.” Dude’s attitude did a complete one eighty, which only confirmed my suspicions. Kentrell ain’t say a word.

  “My bad, ladies.” He apologized and quickly got lost. I stood there in shock. Pierre put his arm around Shianne and started walking. Kentrell walked up to me and stared down at me, as people steadily walked passed me.

  “You can stop staring at me. I will never even entertain the idea of dating you, or anything else, so just quit.” I told him. He chuckled.

  “What?” He asked, as if he was really confused.

  “I don’t date your type.” I stated. His eyebrows were raised, as if he was perplexed.

  “What type is that?” He asked.

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

  “How did you come to that conclusion? Based off my appearance?” He asked. I didn’t say a word.

  “That’s fucked up, so should I assume that you and yo girls is hoes the way y’all dressed?” He asked. I instantly was offended.

  “Excuse me?” I shrieked.

  “You excused. And I know you heard me. You know what they say about people who assume shit.” He walked off, leaving me standing there stuck. I needed to go lay down. These drinks had my mind foggy, and Kentrell had me feeling some type of way.

  SIXTEEN

  KEN

  I had secured my business deals, and had fun doing the shit. Not to mention I met this beautiful ass woman, but she had some other shit going on. We finally made our way back to the crib, and a nigga was more than happy to be back. I had been so motherfucking busy with making deals and shit all week. A nigga had fucked around and got sick. I couldn’t afford the shit, so after leaving my late meeting with the owners of this new company that I was thinking about investing in, I took my ass to the pharmacy. I climbed out my whip and made my way to the back of the store where all the drugs were at. I was sitting there trying to read what best fit my damn symptoms, when an associate came up to me, smiling so damn hard.

  “Hello, sir, can I find what you’re looking for?” She asked.

  “Yeah, can you tell me the difference between these four? I’m trying to figure out which one would be best if-” I started, but she cut me off.

  “I’m actually not too sure, but I can ask the pharmacist if she’s not busy and has time to explain. Because I honestly don’t know. Or you could go to the register, I think she’s helping out right now.” She giggled. I shook my head, because if you knew you wasn’t gon’ be no help. Why bring yo ass over here? I had a fucking headache out this world, and these bright ass lights were making it worst.

  I walked over to the pharmacy checkout line, and it was a few people in front of me. This old black man was up there flirting with the girls, and I couldn’t help but to chuckle. Funny how they get old and think they still got it. Shit was hilarious, cause he was holding up the line flirting with the lady. Holding all this medicine in my hand, I was reading the labels and shit, getting irritated. Shit with all the side effects and shit, I wasn’t trying to take none of this shit. I wasn’t into putting this shit in my body, but if it helped a n
igga feel better, then I would take it.

  “Have a good day, Mr. Jones. Thank you. Hello, I can help you over here.” An angelic voice said. I stepped up to her side of the counter, and instantly bricked up at the sight of her in her lab coat.

  “Aliyanna, can you come to the drive through to answer a question really quick?” The girl came from the back to say.

  “Yes, oh. Um, she. She can help you as soon as she’s done. Sorry.” She looked in my eyes, instantly walking off to the back.

  “Sir, I can help you.” The shorty who didn’t know shit earlier offered.

  “Nah, I need to ask the pharmacist a few questions. She was the pharmacist, right?” I asked.

  “Yeah, she’s the pharmacist.” She nodded.

  “Well, I’m waiting on her. If you could make sure she’s aware of that.” I told her. She nodded and walked to the back. Aliyanna was running things in this bitch, a fucking pharmacist? That shit made her so much sexier, I knew she was young, but I never expected her to be a pharmacist. She was fine as hell, and knowing her occupation, I knew she was smart as fuck too. She had on some grey slacks, a blue button up, and a white lab coat.

  “Hey, Brenda, my baby finished yet?” This fine older black lady said.

  “No, she actually got maybe two more customers to finish up.”

  “I apologize for the wait. How can I help you?” Aliyanna walked back up to the register. She was like a completely different person. I started telling her what all was going on, and she instantly frowned, and scrunched her face up, before coming around the counter looking at all the shit I had in my hands.

  “Hey, Mom, I’ll be ready in a minute.” She said.

  “Excuse me, handsome. Okay, I’m gon’ grab the stuff I need.” Her momma started. They looked damn near identical, but her mother didn’t have the dimples. Aliyanna was fucking beautiful.

  “Okay, Ma.” She was dismissive. Her mother walked off and she walked me back to where I picked up all this medicine at before taking it out of my hands and putting it back on the counter.

  “You sound horrible.” She started. I chuckled.

  “Thanks, I feel horrible too, and my head’s pounding. What do you recommend?” I asked.

  “You ever heard of a hot toddy?” She asked.

  “Nah, never.” I told her.

  “What? Okay, let’s grab a basket.” She walked to grab basket from the front. We went through the store and grabbed everything I needed for this damn miracle drink.

  “Okay, if you do it just like I told you, I swear, you’ll be feeling at LEAST, fifty percent better than today. If not, come back tomorrow, and we’ll see if we can find something that’ll help. Even though I’m ninety nine percent sure this will work.” She smiled.

  “Damn, alright. Thank you so much.” I told her. She stood there nodding.

  “No problem.” She stressed, then she walked off after a while. As bad as I wanted to try and get her number, I decided not to. I was gon’ wait for a while, but at least I knew where she worked. I wanted to get more information on her though, before I pursued her, cause everything was telling me to lock shorty down, but from what happened to me before had me hesitant.

  ***

  “It’s always a pleasure, Mr. Rockwell. I’m glad we got you on board, you are about to be a very wealthy man.” Jane smiled.

  “I’m going to hold you to that.” I laughed, and so did my assistant. We walked out the meeting and got on the elevator. Mary held her hand up for a high five.

  “I give it a good two years, before they take you from millionaire to billionaire status. Give or take.” She smiled. Mary was my financial advisor, lawyer, assistant, when needed, all of the fucking above. She was a little older than me, but she was about her fucking business. She was married and shit, her and her husband was a power couple.

  “That’s what I like to hear, Mary. Keep me posted on everything.” I told her, after walking her to her car.

  “Will do! I’m proud of the man you’re becoming, Kentrell. If only you settled down and got you a little lady friend.” She started.

  “Alright, Mrs. Mary.” I cut her ass off and she laughed.

  It had been a good two weeks since Aliyanna put me on to that fucking hot toddy and I planned on thanking her for it. I hadn’t had time to go back up there, but I planned on stopping there today. I knew she got off around this time, thanks to her co worker, Brandi. I found out a little info on her, wasn’t really much. It surprised me that she was from the motherfucking slums, and made it out, that shit blew my mind. It was very rare. I walked in the store just as she was walking out with her purse and coat. Her hair was slicked back into a tight bun, but on her face she wore a sad expression.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked her.

  “Hey, what you doing here?” She instantly perked up and put a fake ass smile on.

  “I was coming to take you to dinner to thank you for healing a nigga last week.” I told her.

  “I’m so hungry, I was going to go grab me some Taco Bell or something. But if you want to treat me to dinner, I’m with it.” She yawned. I looked at her and frowned. I put my hand to her forehead. She backed up, looking at me like I was crazy.

  “What the hell wrong with you?” She asked.

  “I was about to ask you the same shit. I was ready for yo ass to curve me, I was almost sure of it.” I told her. She giggled.

  “Come on, if we going somewhere, because I can still change my mind and go to Taco Bell.” She walked toward her Ford.

  “Alright, follow me.” I told her. She nodded and got in her bullshit ass Ford Edge.

  We pulled up at this soul food spot I owned, that wasn’t but ten minutes away. I got out and helped her out of her car. She smiled up at me and put on her pea coat. Looking at her, she was beautiful, but she had this pain in her eyes. Her smile never reached her eyes, it was all a front.

  “Why, thank you.” She said, as I helped her in her coat.

  “You lucky I’m trying to make up for you curing me. Cause I started to ghost yo ass after I seen you driving this bullshit ass Ford.” I joked.

  “Oh whatever, don’t do my baby.” She laughed, as we walked in. The hostess immediately recognized me, and we were seated in the secluded area for our VIP customers.

  “I guess we important. Thank you, love.” She said to the host.

  “No problem, your waitress will be with you shortly.” She walked off. The waitress immediately came and got our drink and food orders, before hurriedly bringing the drinks back and assuring us that our food would be ready shortly.

  “They are getting a great tip. I’ve never been here, but this is nice, and the service is amazing.” She looked around. I stared at her.

  “Why you sitting here across from me, Aliyanna?” I asked her.

  “Because I’m hungry and tired.” She admitted. I stared at her. We both sat there quietly.

  “I wasn’t ready to go home and be alone yet, either today.” She mumbled.

  “Why is that?” I asked.

  “Today is just one of them days, you know? That’s all.” She shrugged it off, taking a sip of her beverage before looking off.

  “So. A pharmacist?” I asked. She chuckled.

  “Yeah. A pharmacist. I always been interested in science and stuff like that. So I decided to become a pharmacist. But I am going to find a different job if they don’t allow me to go to first shift, because I hate getting off this late. I’m an early bird at heart.” She said.

  “At the end of the day, you have to do what’s best for you.” I told her.

  “Exactly. I’m glad someone understands that.” She said.

  “So what do you do?” She asked.

  “I’m a business man. I own quite a few local business, while I am part owner in a lot of businesses as well.” I told her.

  “Like what?” She called my bluff.

  “Like Rockwell Auto and Body, Rockwell Waste Services, Rockwell Towing, Rockwell Transportation, Club Z, and I just closed
an investment deal today.” She interrupted me.

  “Wait, what? Rockwell? That’s you? I always see that name everywhere, and I never knew it was you, let alone, a black business man. That, that is amazing.” She smiled and had this amazed expression on her face.

  “Not bad for a common thug, dope dealer, or whoever you thought I was.” I joked. She rolled her eyes.

  “I never got the chance to apologize for assuming the worst.” She started.

  “It’s good, shorty.” I said.

  “I accept your apology about the hoe comment as well.” She smiled.

  “I never called you a hoe.” I told her.

  “Technically.” She started.

  “I said what if I assumed that, I never flat out accused you of being something you weren’t, like you blatantly did.” I told her.

  “I guess you’re right.” She nodded.

  “I guess so.” I agreed. She laughed.

  We got our food and just kept kicking it. We got to know each other a little more and ended up exchanging numbers. Aliyanna was a good girl, with a good head on her shoulders. She was wifey material. I walked her outside to her car and she thanked me for the night.

  “Make sure you text me when you get in safely.” I told her.

  “Okay, I will.” She smiled. I closed her door and made my way to my whip. I was tired as fuck and couldn’t wait to get to my crib and be knocked the fuck out.

  SEVENTEEN

  YANNI

  “So, what you been up to, friend? I haven’t heard much from you since we got back, and that was dang near two months ago.” Shi stressed.

  “Girl, you’re telling me. No, seriously, I feel horrible, but I’ve just been working and dealing with all this drama my mom and Mylo got going on. I’m over them, they stress me out. Then my dad calls me every time Mylo gets locked up, or something, and expects for me to empty my bank account for that girl. No, she’s a grown woman, and she’s well aware of what she has going on.” I snapped.

 

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