by Prenisha Aja
I guess the DJ knew what type of vibe it was because next thing I knew, “Love in This Club” by Usher began to play, and Brynlee threw her hands in the air and began to sexually move her hips. This time she had all that ass grinding up on my dick and there was no stopping it from bricking up.
“I love this song,” she sang.
She began to sing along to the lyrics as she slowly danced on me. She smelled like some fruity shit, but it wasn’t a kiddy-like smell. The shit actually made my dick even harder and if she didn’t slow down with the way she was moving on my shit, then I might have to shoot my shit to see if she would come home with me tonight.
7
Brynlee
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by Sawyer. He was exactly what I left behind, a straight hood ass, bad boy type of guy. I knew exactly what to expect with dealing with his type.
To be honest, a couple of months ago if you would have caught me in New York, I would have sworn I was over that stage in my life and I would never, ever in my life talk to someone like Sawyer.
But here I was tipsy and grinding my ass against his big ass dick. He had his hand placed on my stomach, making sure to keep me secured.
Finally, the slow jam stopped, so I put a little distance between us and adjusted my dress that had risen a little from all of the movement I was doing.
Next thing I knew, here came bitches in nothing but bra and panties, holding bottles of different liquors in their hands as they waved them in the air as sparklers went off. Behind them were two people pushing a cart that had a big ass cake on it, with a CD cover on it and “congratulations” written in red cursive.
Everyone that was in the section gathered around Sawyer and me. Everyone was telling him congrats and then that’s when the club went silent. Seconds later, the DJ got on the mic.
“Say mane, y’all listen up. I need y’all to get ready to hear our city’s very own, Saw’s new single. Just so y’all know, we are getting that shit first. So, I need y’all to show some fucking love…” he roared so loudly through the microphone that I flinched and covered my ears.
The crowd began to go wild. Bitches were screaming, crying and about to lose their cool.
“Aye yo Saw, get yo’ ass up here,” the DJ yelled out, and Sawyer grabbed my hand and began to make his way to the stage.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, confused as to why he was pulling me towards the stage right along with him.
“Chill, I just need a fine ass woman standing beside me as I rock this fucking crowd. You with it?” He gave me this low gaze, and I couldn’t say no.
With security around us, I followed him and got on stage with him. I tried to stay on the side, but he pulled me along with him as he walked across and over to the DJ.
The DJ gave him the mic and as he held my hand as if we were a couple, he began to speak to the crowd as they screamed. The shit was so sexy.
Sawyer sagged his jeans just right, showing off the edge of his Ethika black boxers. He had on a red shirt that said Get Money and some black jeans. His gold chains were glistening as the club lights bounced off of them.
“Aye yo, I just wanted my city to be the first ones to hear my new shit. If it wasn’t for y’all believing in a nigga, I wouldn’t be able to stand here and perform for y’all. Aye yo, Mikie drop the beat.”
The beat dropped and the crowd began to pull their phones out and vibe to his new single. The song was so H-town and I loved it.
I loved the way Sawyer took over the stage. He also was very good, and I was also shocked that I had never heard any of his music.
Once he was done performing, he handed the mic back to the DJ and we walked off the right side of the stage. One of his bodyguards handed him a white rag and a bottle of water. Sawyer first gulped down the water then wiped the sweat off of his face.
“What do you think? You still feel like you can’t fuck with a nigga?” he questioned, as he wore this sexy ass smirk.
As he waited for me to answer, he took a swig of the water and I watched it as it traveled down his throat. I then fixated my eyes on his pink lips, that he purposely ran his tongue across before snapping his fingers in my face.
“Damn, I guess that look is my answer.” He chuckled, and I shook my head at my damn self because I was embarrassed.
I was literally in this man’s face lusting over his fine ass.
“Whatever.” I laughed it off.
“Come, let’s go back to VIP.” He grabbed my hand, kissed me on the cheek and guided me through the crowd.
As Sawyer and I walked through the crowd, so many women were giving us a stank look and others were still clawing for his attention.
“Really Sawyer? Really?” The same chick that was acting ghetto and loud in the mall was now standing right in front of us.
“Kelia, I done had this talk with yo’ ass already. Don’t start. My patience is running thin with yo’ ass. So, move,” he demanded of her, but she stood there firm with a stale ass look on her face.
“Sawyer, this is not what you about to do. So now you are going to publicly embarrass me like that?” she spat as she looked at me and rolled her eyes.
I removed my hand from Sawyer’s because I didn’t have time for this type of shit. The last thing I wanted to do was get involved with a man that had too much going on and female drama. I’d never dealt with that and I wasn’t starting. It was one thing to be trying to get over one emotional roller coaster, but to get on another crazy emotional ride was not happening. I wasn’t doing it. Hell, I didn’t even come back to Texas to hop on the next nigga’s dick. I just wanted peace and to enjoy myself.
“I think I should go.” I began to walk off, but Sawyer put his hand in front of me.
“Nah, you stay put.”
“Kelia, you already on my shit list and then on top of that, I have something I need to get at you about but this is not the time or the place, so get yo’ ass over there to that abusive ass nigga you call yourself fucking with and get out my damn business,” Sawyer told her off as he nodded to some shorter, dark skin guy that was standing in the cut mugging us.
He looked like was he was filled with envy, hate, and jealousy. The three things that made mankind do the unthinkable.
“Saw…Sawyer, you don’t even—” Sawyer raised his hand in her face and cut her off.
“Move along Kelia, real talk before shit get ugly in here,” he threatened her.
Moments later, her dude began to walk towards us. When he arrived over to where we stood, Sawyer let out a cocky ass chuckle.
“Can we fucking help you?” Sawyer nastily asked him.
“I was making sure there wasn’t a problem going on with my chick.” He wrapped his hand possessively around Kelia.
“Man, get the fuck up out my face. Trust, if there is ever a problem with me and Kelia, there isn’t shit you can do about it. Now if y’all will excuse me, I got this bad ass chick on my side that is ready to continue having a good time,” Sawyer boasted as he wrapped his arm over my shoulders, and we walked away.
Even with the music blasting I could hear Kelia and her boyfriend, or whatever he was to her, arguing; however, Sawyer paid it no mind.
When we made it back up to the section, everyone was cheering, clapping and dapping Sawyer up. I could tell that the people surrounding him loved him and cherished him. He was respected.
“Man, you winning. It’s your season and my nigga, I’m proud of you.” Luca raised up a bottle of Hennessy.
Luca wasn’t bad looking either. Matter fact, none of the men I saw him with were. Luca was darker than Sawyer and had dreads that were twisted past his shoulders. He was maybe an inch or two shorter than Sawyer but to me, they were both tall as hell. And the other guy who was with them, whose name I never caught, was light skin. He was tall and little bit on the thicker side when it came to the other two men. He wore a curly man bun, and his edge-up was perfection. But needless to say, they were all good looking but Sawyer was fine
.
He was that type of fine that made your panties wet just from him licking his lips or looking at you.
“Yeah, we all are. You worked hard for that shit,” another dude with a bottle in the air said, and everyone one else joined.
“Thank you y’all. I appreciate that shit. But y’all the reason why a nigga made it this far too. I couldn’t do this shit by myself and I thank y’all for being solid,” he replied as he grabbed a bottle off of the table and raised it in the air.
He still had a hold on to my hand and it was so crazy because you would have thought Sawyer and I had been fucking around for a long ass time, but I was loving every bit of this moment. It felt good to be in his presence and feeling wanted after dealing with Troy and feeling like he didn’t give a fuck about me because of the stuff we had went through.
“Now let’s turn the fuck uppppppp!” he yelled out.
Pow! Pow! Pow!
“Ahh,” I screamed as shots went off causing me to fall to the ground.
All I could hear was a bunch of commotion around me and more gunshots. I was trying to damn near become one with the floor as I covered myself.
I was then scooped up off of the floor and carried out of the club. I was kicking and screaming because I had no clue who was holding me. I knew it wasn’t Sawyer because this dude was really buff and way shorter. I could feel his broad shoulders and muscular arms as he carried me out the club.
I was then tossed into the back of an all-black Escalade and then the same dude who carried me out locked the doors and drove off.
I was screaming and panicking because I just knew I was in danger. Somebody was trying to kidnap me already. This type of shit was why I damn near sold my soul to get out the hood.
Taking my heel, I clucked the driver upside the head causing him to swerve the car.
“Aye yo chill. I work for Sawyer. He told me to protect you.” He was now trying to block his face and still keep control of the steering wheel.
“How do I know that is true?” I asked out of breath, with my heel still raised really to cluck his ass again.
“I can prove it. Let me reach in pocket and try to call him.” He raised his hand in mock surrender and I eyed him like a hawk.
“Go ahead.” I held my heel up and watched him closely as he dug in his pocket and pulled out his phone.
I was able to breathe seeing that he didn’t pull out a gun. He then dialed a number and when I heard Sawyer’s voice, I calmed down.
“Yeah man, we not that far from my house. We good tho’,” Sawyer said.
“Man, we had to stop onside the road. You didn’t tell me I was going to get beat up and shit by this crazy ass girl,” he told Sawyer, and I swung at him again, purposely missing him.
“Aye watch out.” He moved, ducking and trying to make sure I didn’t hit him.
“Come on Jay, get to the crib.” Sawyer then hung up the phone and who I now knew was Jay, looked at me to make sure I wasn’t going to try no funny shit.
I nodded, sat back in the seat and looked out the window as he drove to Sawyer’s house. As I sat in the backseat of the car, my mind went to Merci.
“Stop, my best friend,” I yelled causing Jay to stomp on his brakes. The wheels screeched as they slid against the concrete road until we came to a complete stop.
“What is it crazy lady?” he questioned.
“My best friend. I need to make sure she is good.” I pulled my phone out and called her, but she didn’t answer.
Panic began to rush through me, and I began to pray nothing was wrong with her. I hated that I wasn’t able to find her and make sure she was good. There was no way I should have left without Merci.
“I have to get you to Sawyer’s house first and then I will go back and check,” he offered, but I didn’t want to hear that.
“No, take me home,” I told him.
“I can’t.”
“Like hell you can’t. I need to go home. My car is already still at that fucking club. I want to go home, so I can make sure that my friend is ok. Fuck what Sawyer talking about.” I was no longer playing games.
Sawyer didn’t know me like that to even be making those kind of demands. To just put in an order for me to come to his house instead of taking me home was actually stupid, now that I thought about it. And why in the hell did I ever agree in the first place?
I shook my head as I sat up, getting ready to go crazy on Jay again if he didn’t take me home now.
“Alright,” he gave in, peeping the look on my face and seeing that I wasn’t playing with him.
“Give me your address,” he asked, and I rambled off my address and he put it into his GPS.
He then bust a U-turn in the middle of the street and followed the GPS to my house. When he arrived, I got out the car and didn’t even say a word to him.
I pulled my phone out again and called Merci. This time she answered, and I was able to exhale and relax.
“Thank God you are ok,” I told her.
“Yeah, I’m with Nix. Are you ok?” she asked me, and I replied.
“Yeah, I’m good. I’m at home, and you are with who?” I asked again, because I wasn’t aware of anyone by the name of Nix.
Yeah, she had told me a little bit about her love life but never went into full details and gave out a name. To be real, when we chatted about it, she wasn’t even in a relationship and swore she wasn’t looking for one.
“I will explain tomorrow, ok. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” She then hung up the phone as I stood outside, with one heel on and the other one in my hand.
I shook my head because tonight was definitely one to remember. I exhaled, bent down and took my other shoe off and walked barefoot to the door.
I stood there digging inside of my clutch purse for my key. Finally, I pulled them out and unlocked the door.
Tip-toeing just like I used to when I was in high school so I wouldn’t wake my parents, I headed upstairs. I needed a hot shower, my bed and to calm my nerves, especially after this crazy ass night.
Yet still, I was reminded why I wasn’t going to get involved with Sawyer and why I wasn’t going to get all caught up in hood shit again.
8
Kelia Sheldon
“I can’t believe you fucking did that,” I spat at Spencer, who was speeding down the freeway as if he was NASCAR driver.
My mind was still stuck on the fact that he pulled a gun out and shot at Sawyer. The father of my child. The man that I was still so deeply in love with.
Yeah, I was fucking with Spencer, but I more so felt forced to deal with him. Nobody really knew what I dealt with when it came to Spencer. He was like nobody I had ever dated before. I swear he was the devil himself.
He had this charming aura about himself but then in a split second, his horns would pop out, his eyes would darken, and he would turn into a guy that I didn’t even know.
Well, I do now, but that was not the guy that I met. It was so crazy how shit like that worked. You’d meet someone, they’d do all the right things, say all the right stuff, break through that barrier you built, only to switch shit up and be a totally different person.
In my heart I felt like this wasn’t going to be the last time he came for Sawyer, which was going to put me in the crossfire, and that was a place I didn’t want to be.
Spencer should be thanking God right now that he didn’t have a bullet hole in his head. He had let bitterness and jealously get the best of him when it came to my child’s father. The envy seeped through his pores and sadly, Spencer couldn’t hide the shit no matter how hard he tried, and tonight proved it.
I guess Spencer felt played by the way Sawyer got at him in the club but that was just how Sawyer was. He didn’t fuck with many people and damn sure wasn’t the friendly type. He didn’t take easy to niggas and he had been hanging with the same two people since I’d known him.
But to try to shoot him was taking things too far because he could have killed Sawyer. He could have taken away th
e father of my child and God knows Sai’von loved his daddy.
Also, no matter how much shit I talked to or about Sawyer, the last thing I wanted was to be attending his funeral.
Hell, my son needed his father. I needed him. He was honestly how I was able to take care of not just Sai’ but myself as well. Especially since I had no motivation or direction at this point in my life. Maybe it was because I was dealing with Spencer. It was like the moment I started dating him, my life became a wreck. Things that were falling together, began to crumple. Life just seemed to be so chaotic. So, I started trying to drown my pain with liquor or even pills. Most of the time I wanted to be numb to all things around me because I lacked happiness.
It was like nobody could see that I was in a fucked up place in my life. It was like everybody was blind to the shit that Spencer was putting me through, and I had no clue who to tell. I was scared to tell and to be real, the little stunts that I would pull with Sawyer were a cry for help. I knew he thought the shit was annoying, but I was hoping that he would know me well enough to know that the person that was acting like this wasn’t me, but someone who needed his help. However, it had yet to work and I didn’t think it would, especially with that new bitch he popped out of nowhere with.
“The fuck do you mean you can’t believe I did that?” Spencer’s deep tone pulled me out of my thoughts and caused me to quickly look at him.
But the sound of a horn going off caused me to divert my attention back onto the road and place my hands on the dashboard.
My eyes widened and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach as he swerved and sped in and out of the cars that were also on the freeway.
“Shooting at Sawyer, Spencer. That shit could have ended badly for not just him, but everyone that was inside of the club. Who’s to say that nobody wasn’t hurt?” I explained to him, and it was like my words pissed him off even more.
Despite who Spencer thought he was, I knew what type of nigga Sawyer was. I knew his name held weight and I knew that he was a street nigga to his core. He didn’t mind living that street life, and he would go back to it in a heartbeat if it ever came down to it.