Both my girls gave me a hug and while Monae hugged me, she whispered in my ear, “You not going to need that dildo tonight.” I playfully mushed her upside her head, laughing and then watched them walk off.
I went to walk around the house to find Jaquan and I spotted him standing in the kitchen, surrounded by a few bitches. I looked at him and he told them that he would be right back and made his way over to me. It’s like I was instantly aggravated and jealous at the same damn time. I knew what type of man Jaquan was and I was quite sure I had a slight idea of what he did with these bitches, but damn, I didn’t want to see the shit going down right in front of my face.
“This why you wanted me to stay? So I could watch you entertain these hoes?” I asked him, looking directly into the eyes of one of the females that Jaquan was talking to when I walked up. She sized me up and I did the exact same thing to her.
“Charlie, chill your lil ass down. It’s not even like that. Wait for me in my room,” he said and I just stood there looking at him. The jealousy was starting to kick in some more. I didn’t want to leave him by himself with these bitches. “Charlie, go. I’m about to be up there in a minute.”
This time I left and headed to his room.
Against my own will, I turned around and headed for the stairs. There were still a lot of people in the house. I swear it felt like a damn club in here instead of a video viewing. When I got to the upper level of the house, I was in complete awe. I loved Jaquan’s house that he had here in Miami. I made my way to his master bedroom and opened his door. After letting myself in, I closed the door behind me and walked over to the mirror that was hanging above Jaquan’s dresser. Jaquan’s bedroom was designed in a crème and gold color scheme. His room was literally about the size of three decent bedrooms put together and that’s just the room, not including his big ass bathroom and his luxury walk-in closet. I stood in the mirror and admired my beauty. I was now back in my Nike outfit that I had on when I came to the video shoot.
“What you in here doing, girl?” Jaquan asked, coming into the room and taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
I turned all the way around, facing him and letting my arms stay planted behind me on the edge of the dresser. “Nothing, I was waiting on you. What’s up?” I asked, looking at him.
“We about to go out tonight to celebrate the finalization of the video. I figured it was only right if you went out and partied with a nigga,” he said, smirking and showing off his dimples.
I thought about it for a minute and then said, “You would have to take me all the way back home because I don’t have clothes over here.”
“Don’t even worry about that, the stylist and shit still here so you can pick something out from her,” he said and I nodded my head.
“Cool, I’m going to go down there now and see what she got,” I said, walking away from the dresser.
“Charlie, I don’t need you being all picky and shit either because we about to head out of here in like another hour or so” he informed me and I nodded my head and walked out the door.
Chapter 7: Tracy
Right now, a nigga was inside KOD strip club getting high ass fuck, watching all of these big booty bitches walk around this mothafucka ass naked. I was high as fuck and feeling a little tipsy as well. I was sitting inside one of the V.I.P sections with my niggas Boon and Man Man. It was almost 2 in the morning but the club was still very much in full effect. As I was sitting in V.I.P smoking, I noticed that nigga Quan step foot in the building as well as his stuck up ass baby mama.
Truthfully speaking, I hated that nigga. I’d never tell anyone why but honestly, he was where the fuck I wanted to be right now with this rapping shit. I was hungry just like he was but it wasn’t fair that he was the only nigga around this mothafucka eating! I’d put in my time hustling, standing on the block trying to sell my mixtapes and shit, but I still wasn’t signed. Everything that nigga did to get where the fuck he was, I’d done twice as much. I’ll give it to that nigga, though, he was a hardcore rapper and he knew what the fuck to do when it came to this rapping shit but I felt like I was just as good.
Since that rapping shit wasn’t working in my favor right now, shit, selling drugs was what the fuck I had to do in order to get to where I wanted to be. Getting inside the studio and getting studio time wasn’t free. Making mixtapes wasn’t free. All I could say is that I really hoped this shit paid off in the end because I was living a dangerous ass lifestyle right now.
Shaking these thoughts out of my head, I focused my attention on Charlie. I swear to God, if it was the last thing I did, I was going to fuck this nigga’s baby mama. Charlie wasn’t like any other bitch that I had met before because her ass wasn’t thirsty for a nigga. Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t rich, but I had money and with that money, I would but expensive shit. The night I saw her at Club Liv, I just knew I had to have her. I even did the unthinkable and sent a bottle over to her table but she still wasn’t trying to fuck with a nigga. My homie Man Man was the one that told me that she was Quan’s baby mama. That gave me more reason to want to fuck her. I knew that shit would kill him if he found that out.
Quan knew exactly who the fuck I was. I saw that nigga one day when I was at Finger Lickin having lunch and he walked in with his whole damn entourage. I tried handing this nigga my mixtape and I didn’t like the way he clowned me in front of everybody. Dumb nigga had the nerve to look at me like I reeked of shit. That was the day I started envying this nigga. You so-called rap about the hood and how you was able to make it out that bitch but you couldn’t even listen to a nigga’s mixtape!
So straight up, fuck that nigga and I swear to God, once I blow up that mothafucka gone wish that he had put me on because once I start making hits, the world is going to be saying “Quan, who?” As soon as I take his spot, I’m taking his baby mama next!
Chapter 8: Jaquan
Right now, I was in V.I.P at KOD and I was surrounded by family and I had a few fans in here with me as well. Once Miami found out that I was showing my face tonight, everybody came out. We pulled up and the line was literally wrapped around the damn club. There was a velvet rope closing off the entrance to my V.I. P section. They had two big cocky mothafuckas guarding the rope and they
weren’t letting anybody inside this bitch until I said so. I had my baby mama with me and I swear these bitches in here that I had fucked were looking at me with death in their eyes. A few of them even tried to be petty and say hey to my baby mama, all the while knowing that I had fuckin the shit out of them. Charlie was from the hood so she peeped game whenever it was thrown at her, that’s why she wasn’t holding any conversation with these hoes. I was happy with that because I knew that as soon as she gave these hoes a little bit of conversation, they were going to be running off at the mouth about our sexual encounters.
I was sitting down on the plush sofa as the DJ was playing Future’s “Freak Hoe.” Charlie was one dancing ass girl, so she was standing in front of me with her back facing me, winding her hips. She was sporting a red wine silk bandage dress with a plunging back. I swear that dress fit her body to the tee. Her long, natural red hair was pulled up into a high pony and each time she swung her hips to the music, her hair would flow with her. On her feet were a pair on tan Giuseppe Zanotti heels with the metal leaf embellishments. When it came down to Charlie’s shoe game, her shit stayed on point. I think her ass had more damn shoes than I did. I watched as every nigga in this bitch with a dick stared in awe at my baby mama. Most niggas get offended when they see shit like that, but not I. Why would I want to be the only person that knew my baby mama was bad? I wanted the whole fuckin world to know that shit.
After the song went off, Charlie turned around to face me. I could see the gloss in her eyes and I knew that her ass was high as fuck. Charlie didn’t smoke like that. The only time she would get lifted was if she was going out. I didn’t have no problem with her ass smoking as long as she didn’t do that shit around my daughter, which I knew she didn’t. She walked back over to me and as soon as she sat down, I could feel somebody burning a hole through me with their eyes. I turned my attention to where the stare was coming from and I came face-to-face with Chantel. If looks could kill, I would be a dead mothafucka. I swear she was looking at me like she was my bitch or something.
“Ya’ll know we got the one and only Quan in the building, right?” the DJ said, cutting the music off and everybody in the club started screaming. Charlie looked at me and smiled at me. “Make some noise if ya’ll want Quan to come on stage,” the DJ said and again, the crowd started screaming. I didn’t say anything about me performing tonight but the way these niggas were screaming and yelling for me in here, it was only right that I bless that mic.
“Quan, come on, man. You got to do one song for us, nigga,” the DJ said, turning his attention my way.
“Nigga, go ahead. This crowd is live as fuck in here,” Quay told me, walking over to me.
I stood up, pulling Charlie up with me and made my way to the stage. I left Charlie right there in the front row as I jumped on stage. When I got on stage, bitches went crazy trying to bum rush the stage, but security wasn’t having that shit.
“Ay, man, play that ‘Real Mothafuckin Ridas,’” I said over the mic.