“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed, walking as fast as I could toward him.
He reached his hand down to me to help me up the stairs, and when we got close enough, I couldn’t help but to kiss him.
6
Tony Wacko
“Houston, what is all of this for?” Camarih’s crybaby ass whined as I took her bag and led her onto the lavish ass plane.
I chuckled, seeing my son knocked the fuck out in his bed swing like a little ass boss. Nigga was living the life, only eating, sleeping, and now flying on private jets and shit.
“For you, corny.” I put her stuff down as she walked the large plane, looking all around.
When done looking all over, she came back to me, tossing her arms around my neck.
“You see my nails?” She pulled back a hand to show me.
“I did.” I smirked. “Shit is ghetto as fuck, but I like it.” I kissed her soft ass fingers.
The pilot came out to introduce himself, making sure to shake Camarih’s hand very lightly like I’d already explained for his ass to do. After that, the one stewardess came on to explain little shit before they both left us alone.
“Where are we going?” Camarih buckled her seat belt before making sure Baby Cuz was comfortable.
“Tulum.”
“Oh my gosh! I’ve been wanting to go there!” She lit up, grinning hard as hell to the point where it made me do the same.
“I know. Yo’ ass is always liking pictures people take there.”
“How do you know?”
“You the only person I follow.”
“Awww, and you check?”
“Not for that bullshit. I ran across it while making sure you ain’t liking another nigga’s photo, ’cause I was gon’ pull up on cuz and let him know to block you ’fore I beat his ass.”
Camarih’s face was stale before she started laughing heartily.
“Some guy did block me after I liked a picture of his shoes on the explore page. But he messaged me beforehand, saying it was because he knew who my man was and didn’t want those issues.”
I nodded approvingly, thinking how that was a smart muthafucka.
Reaching down into my duffel, I handed her two bags from Cartier, one from Patek Philippe, and then lastly from Chanel.
With her eyes slightly bucked at me, she started to slowly open the Cartier ones, revealing two diamond encrusted Love bracelets.
“I didn’t know whether you’d like gold or rose gold, so I got both.”
“This is too much money, Houston.” She started to cry but didn’t hesitate to slip them muthafuckas on.
I watched as she opened the Patek watch, and then the two purses from Chanel that the bitch who worked there said Camarih would like best after I showed her, her Instagram. I explained that if she was wrong, I would be back to slap her ass.
“Look at you, on a private jet, dripping. That’s where good pussy’ll get you, Buttascotch.”
At least that was what it’d get you when it came to me. Some niggas tricked on every bitch they came in contact with, which for the life of me, I couldn’t understand. Fuck I look like dropping $40,000 on a bracelet for a bitch I just nut on?
“Shut up.” She ascended after unbuckling, while giggling. “Thank you, baby.” She straddled my lap before sliding her tongue into my mouth.
Camarih and I chilled but then fastened our seat belts until we got into the air. After that, the stewardess brought us dinner to eat, we watched some TV, played with Baby Cuz when he woke his rude ass up, and somehow ended up fucking on the big ass bar. By the time we finally passed the fuck out, it only lasted about an hour because we landed soon after.
We were staying at this hotel named Delek. I ain’t know shit about Tulum, but I told Alejandra’s ass that it needed to be nice as fuck, something females would like. This shit was all a part of a plan, and if anything was out of place, I might smack her ass too. I had a list of slapees.
The staff welcomed us, treating Camarih and I like royalty before showing us to the room. It was too much fucking sand and trees for my liking, but Camarih was happy as a dog in hubcap factory, so I could deal with the shit.
I just knew if any type of wild animal hopped out on me, I was stomping that muthafucka out. Like I said, I didn’t discriminate when it came to knocking a muthafucka’s block off. So that shit went for niggas, bitches, bad ass kids that weren’t from my nuts, and wild animals.
“Yo’ mama tripping, huh?” I whispered to my son as I carried his ass through this damn forest to the room.
When we got there, Camarih could barely contain her excitement as she looked around the room. It was huge, and we were right by the beach. There was no damn TV though, or anything like that, but I planned to pass the time in her guts anyways.
“Y’all do room service?” I looked down at the female host as Camarih came back from touring the room.
“Uh, cómo se dice—”
“Fuck you say?” I frowned deeply. “You a disrespectful ass bitch. See my girl right here—”
“No, she wasn’t being disrespectful!” Camarih exclaimed.
“Bitch asked how this dick taste, Camarih!”
“She said ‘cómo se dice’, Houston. That’s ‘how do you say…’ in Spanish!” Camarih’s eyes widened up at me.
“Oh, well speak up then, shit. All that mumbling almost got you popped.” I walked off, chuckling, leaving Camarih and that freaky hoe to talk.
“Baby, a tip for the host.” Camarih came over to take the baby, kissing his face as she looked up at me.
“She better get the fuck up out ’fore I tip my foot off in her ass. Charging all this for these damn suites with no damn TVs.”
The woman quickly slipped out as Camarih hit my shoulder. Fuck I look like giving her a tip. And I didn’t care what Camarih said; that bitch mentioned my dick.
We were both tired as fuck, so we decided we’d take a nap after Camarih fed my son. He was wide awake for a little bit, but I just told him one of my many stories about times I had to beat a nigga’s ass. Camarih didn’t want to admit it, but those were the only stories he’d fall asleep to. Anything else, cuz was wide awake.
“Why you hating on my fucking stories?” I kissed Camarih once she was in the bed with me.
“Because he needs to hear some kiddy ones.”
“Them be boring as fuck. My shit is lit. That’s why he be tuned the fuck in and shit.”
Shaking her head as she laughed, she pressed her lips to mine a few times before turning her back to me.
“You’re so nasty, Houston.” She spoke as soon as my hands went wild.
I was rubbing and groping her ass, hips, and breasts for a little bit, until we both knocked out.
That night…
Now that we were refreshed and had showered, we were about to have dinner. It was late already, so any beach shit would come tomorrow.
We decided on a spot in the hotel, some shit I couldn’t pronounce and didn’t care to. It was aight looking, but per usual, Camarih was in awe. The food looked strange as hell so far, prompting Camarih to take photos of damn near everything.
“Why is that hoe ass waitress flirting with you?” I frowned.
“He’s just being nice.”
“He? I thought that was a bitch.”
“No.” Camarih chuckled, glancing over at Baby Cuz to make sure he was straight. “I’m pretty sure it’s a man.” Camarih’s brows dipped like she was thinking, so I knew her ass wasn’t sure.
When the waiter returned with our next food item, I said, “Aye cuz, my girl and I are having a debate.”
“Houston, no.”
“I thought you was a bitch, because you obviously pregnant. Then again, I do see an Adam’s apple, so she could be right.”
“I’m a woman, but I’m not pregnant, señor.”
“Oh shit. My bad. She said you was a nigga though.” I pointed to Camarih, snitching.
“I’m so sorry.” Camarih touched her hand.
The waitress nodded before letting us know our final entrees would arrive soon, and once her ass was gone, Camarih looked like she wanted to kill me.
“Look, yo’ ass was wrong.” I laughed.
“I cannot stand you for putting me on blast in front of her.” She grinned. “But I totally thought that was a man.”
“That was so rude,” some white hoe interjected.
“Bitch, shut up ’fore you fuck around and get shot,” I threatened calmly, making her eyes slightly widen in fear. Her nigga minded his business, stuffing his face with his punk ass.
“And next time get your mustache waxed before you go on vacation, boo.” Camarih tapped her upper lip, making the bitch shield hers out of embarrassment.
“Good job, baby.” I chortled, taking a sip of my drink as Camarih shrugged with a smirk.
The rest of the night was cool, especially because my baby boy stayed knocked while I wore his mama out on the terrace of our hotel room with that ocean view.
Back in Los Angeles… a little after 10 p.m., and less than 24 hours after landing…
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin’… I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad…
I was seated in the strip club, this new one that I’d been frequenting because the manager always took care of me and the homies.
I was thinking of buying this joint but adding some shit to it like a place to eat. That would be a lot of damn money making if muthafuckas knew they could see hoes pop their pussies in one room then go eat some gourmet chicken and waffles or something in another, on some sit-down type shit. I smirked at the thought.
Currently, the stripper hoes were twirling around the pole to “Bad Bad Bad” by Young Thug. The place was empty, with me as the only patron, sipping on my second glass of liquor since I got here ten minutes ago. People were frantically moving about, as I watched closely as fuck, paying attention to every detail.
I checked my Richard Mille to see the time read 10:10 p.m., and like I knew she would, Camarih began calling a nigga.
“’Sup?” I answered coolly.
“Where are you?”
“The Pink Cherry.”
Silence.
“You said to be ready by 9 p.m. for dinner. Jilly is even here to watch the baby.”
“I forgot.”
She paused for a while then said, “Houston, what the fuck?”
“All that lovey dovey shit we was on, I needed a break to look at some bitches, feel like myself again.”
She got quiet again before the line went dead, making me chuckle slightly.
I handled some business over the next twenty minutes, including drafting but not sending yet, an email to my real estate agent to check on this place and another property for Camarih. She’d been mentioning opening a facial spa. Plus, I wanted her to have some real estate in her name without mine attached.
“Excuse me, asshole! Let me in!” I heard Camarih barking, so I tossed back my drink, watching the doorway from afar.
The bouncer peeked through the curtain to give the strippers signal to move out before going back, and next thing I knew, Camarih had come through looking like a fresh ass Chik-Fil-A chicken sandwich with cheese.
The dress hugged her curvy body, and I could see her pretty white toes in the heels she was rocking. Her skin was glowing, making her look just like butterscotch candy, and her hair was piled up on top of her head. I could see her pretty face frowning as soon as she appeared from behind the curtain.
She froze, seeing the club was not only empty, but the floor of the wide-open space was covered in red, dark pink, and yellow rose petals. Shit cost a lot of fucking money to get enough petals to completely cover the floor of this big ass club.
Camarih couldn’t see me yet since I was too far away, so she started walking but was stopped by a stripper who brought her a big bouquet of red roses. Another stripper stopped her later on to hand off a bouquet of dark pink, and then another to hand her the yellow ones. She hugged them tightly, as she continued to walk through, grinning and looking for me. I got up from the section, coming down the stairs and toward her ass.
When her eyes landed on me, the deejay cut “It’s Whatever” by Aaliyah on. I knew this shit was her favorite song from a long ass time ago. I didn’t know how I remembered when a nigga was only trying to fuck during that time.
“What is this?” she inquired as I took the rose bouquets from her.
Pulling her in, I hugged her body tightly as fuck, before kissing her soft ass lips, covered in some sticky shit.
“Got these red roses ’cause a nigga love you.” I kissed her again. “Dark pink because I appreciate you, baby, and I’m thankful for you. You was some shit I didn’t know I wanted, and now that I got yo’ ass, I don’t even know how I’ve been living without you.” I smirked, seeing she was already crying. “Lastly, yellow roses for the joy you bring to yo’ nigga, the deep ass friendship we created outside of being in love, and most importantly, for new beginnings.
I love you baby, everything; how fucking corny you are, and even how you like every muthafucka you meet until they give you a reason not to. In some ways, yo’ ass is the complete opposite of me, but you make a nigga feel happy and excited when it ain’t shit to be joyful about. Something about you is just calming as fuck, and perfect… I could never be with or even fuck around with another female now that I’ve experienced the best, baby.” I started to kneel down, and she jumped a little out of shock.
“Houston, oh my gosh.” She covered her face, but I pulled her left arm down.
Opening the ring box I’d retrieved from my pocket, I exposed a big ass diamond. “After having my baby, I’m wondering if you’d do me another huge ass favor by being my wife.”
I couldn’t believe I was asking this shit, but after thinking about it for months, I’d come to a fucking conclusion, finally.
I was a nigga, and the only reasons we ain’t wanna get married were one, being tied down to one bitch sounded like a fucking nightmare, and secondly, we didn’t wanna lose half our life’s earnings if her ass left.
I knew Camarih was it for me, so being tied down wasn’t an issue. I surprised my damn self by being faithful. Shit, from day one, she had me thinking about her fine ass hours after I’d seen her. She had me pressed to fuck at one point. And even though my thoughts of her were pure lust, that meant a lot for a nigga like me. Hoes were out of sight out of mind for a nigga.
I also knew Camarih had no interest in taking my damn money if she tried to leave me. Yeah… tried, because she wasn’t going no fucking where.
“Yes, I will.” Camarih sniffled. She was crying so hard she could barely speak.
“Fucking up yo’ makeup and shit.” I rose to my feet, smiling before I pecked her.
She giggled, trying to dab her face.
“What about now?”
“Perfect as usual.” I looked down into her eyes.
“This was all a part of the plan?”
“Yep, since I sent them roses to the restaurant.”
“That is crazy!” She screeched, hugging me tightly so we could kiss. “This is probably the most expensive and lengthy proposal ever, but it was perfect; I loved it. Even the strip club part, and especially this humungous ring.”
“Shit is nine carats. Picked it out myself.”
Her mouth dropped open.
I was only proposing one damn time in my life, so it needed to be off the fucking charts. And she was right. All this shit plus the ring and gifts cost me over one million dollars. But like I said, it was the first and last fucking time.
“This is just crazy. I can’t.”
“That’s part of my name, Buttascotch.”
“It fits. I love you.”
“I love you too… wife.”
Her ass was grinning hard at my words.
We kissed for a little bit then sat down to relax while she had me take pictures of her ring with them hood ass nails. She then took a video of all the roses and how
I had the club set up, before we left to go have an actual dinner at Javier’s.
It always amazed my ass how Camarih had never experienced this elaborate shit. Her ex niggas must not have felt the same satisfaction and shit that I did when I saw her light up, making me want to go all out just to see that look on her pretty ass face. But like I always said, she was meant to be mine, and she wasn’t for them old muthafuckas.
Nehemiah Van Buren
It was a little after 11 p.m., and finally the shoot for them Gangstar Girlz’s video was done. I was exhausted, and so was everybody else, but I had to make sure this shit was perfect if I wanted to keep these jobs Tony was throwing me.
This was the first time he didn’t stick around through the whole shoot, so I didn’t want him thinking he had to look over my fucking shoulder to get a good product. Plus, knowing his ass, he was waiting for me to fuck up so he could kick my ass to the curb.
“I can’t wait to see the final product.” Jilly walked by me with her fine self.
That was hands down the sexiest girl I’d ever run across. From her long, wavy hair to her fire ass body, all I could think about was sliding up inside her. She had that psycho ass brother, but I wasn’t tripping, because I was a good nigga.
If I fucked with Jilly, I was gon’ treat her ass right. I just wasn’t that fucked up type of nigga anyway. I had my days, a while back, when I was younger, but after I had my son, my focus shifted to other shit, so hoeing took a back seat.
“I can’t wait to show you. So we on for tomorrow?” I grabbed her small, soft hand as she tried to skate past me.
“Yes. It better be bomb as hell. I’ve upped my standards since we last talked.”
“We talked on the phone two nights ago. You switching shit up that quickly?”
Nodding with her eyes closed, she replied, “Sure am. Did you hear about my brother’s proposal? I need that type of treatment.”
When I frowned, she burst into laughter.
“That nigga had helicopters, and like three hundred thousand dollars’ worth of gifts, not including the ring! And shit, he got some pussy before all of that.”
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