As soon as I heard the beat drop, I was ready to go all the way in. I rapped the lyrics to my song and I watched as damn near everybody rapped along, reciting the lyrics word by word. Out of everybody in the damn room, my main focus was on Charlie’s ass. Something was so sexy about the fact that she was right there, supporting me, rapping my lyrics. That’s the type of love and support that a nigga needed right now. I brought Chantel’s ass to one of my shows and she didn’t even have the decency to come out front and if she was out front, I doubt she knew the damn lyrics. It was right here, right at this moment that I was realizing that at the end of the day, yeah, I might fuck these bitches but Charlie could do the same thing as all those bitches, plus more. I was dead ass trippin right now and looking at Charlie with a whole new perspective. I didn’t know what the fuck I wanted to do but I knew that I wanted her to be mine again. I wouldn’t promise to get rid of these bitches, though, because it wasn’t going to be that easy.
After I performed two more songs, I walked off the stage and took a few pictures with my fans. I’d had a long ass today and I was ready to get the fuck up out of here.
“You ready to go, with your high ass?” I asked Charlie, making my way over to her. She was back in V.I.P chopping it up with Quay.
“Yeah, I’m ready to go. You taking me home?” she asked, focusing her attention on me.
“Charlie, I don’t feel like driving back up to Miramar. We already in Miami, so you can just crash at my crib. I promise I’m not gone fuck with your ass,” I said, meanwhile my dick was dying to slide up in her goodies.
“Whatever, Jaquan. Let’s go,” she said before turning around to hug Quay and then we were walking out the door.
TMZ was out here and they were tripping like a mothafucka. I knew Charlie hated this shit so I had my armed wrapped around her shoulder as she buried her face in my neck. The valet came and pulled my car around and I quickly lifted Charlie up off her feet, opened the door for her and sat her inside, all the while trying to get these mothafuckas out of my damn face. I hated TMZ because they liked to flip stories and shit, so I didn’t associate with they assess. After getting into my car, I got inside, getting the fuck out of Dodge.
“Take me to get something to eat first because I know you don’t have shit at your house for me to eat,” Charlie told me as soon as I hit the turnpike.
Smirking, I said, “Where you want to go? It’s three in the morning, damn near everybody closed.” Shit, my ass was hungry, too.
“Damn, I wanted Snappers but they close at 1. Just run me inside the gas station and I’m going to pick up some snacks,” Charlie said and I took the exit and pulled up to 7-11. I parked the car out front, got out and stood in front of the car until Charlie came back out. Five minutes later, her ass came back outside with two bags worth of shit.
“High ass,” I said and she gave me the finger.
I needed a meal, so I pulled into McDonald’s and ordered me two Big Macs, with two large fries and a large coke. I knew not to even ask Charlie if she wanted shit because she didn’t eat McDonald’s. After getting my food, I got back on the highway and twenty minutes later, we were pulling up to the house. I parked the car in the driveway, got out and went to open the door for Charlie. I swear I didn’t open doors for any other bitch, but this shit right here was different. Once we got inside the house, Charlie went to the kitchen, dropped her bags on the counter and took off her heels.
“I’m coming back. I’m about to take a shower,” she said and I nodded my head and went upstirs to the theater room. I’d promised myself that when I got rich, I was getting a house with a damn theater in it. The room was huge and it could fit 16 people in it. The color scheme was black, leaving the accent wall to be red. There were big, black leather La-Z-Boy pullout chairs for the seats, each one having a red throw pillow on it. The whole room had surround sound and the TV was a 90-inch HD LED smart TV. There was even a section in the back of the room where I had cotton candy and popcorn makers. That shit was for China. I swear she loved this room more than I did. I took a seat in the first row and kicked my feet up. I put the TV on Netflix and started watching In Too Deep.
“Jaquan, where are you?” I heard Charlie call out after I was twenty minutes into the movie.
“I’m in the theater,” I yelled back to her.
She walked inside the theater and her scent hit me before I saw her. She smelled of Chanel Coco body wash. I turned and looked at her and she was wearing a pair of long pajama pants from Pink with a white tank top. It was very clear that she didn’t have on a bra, either. Her face was so clear and I was able to see how naturally beautiful she was with her hair pulled pack, hanging down her back.
“These are Monae’s pajamas. I went in her room and got it,” she smiled.
My sister had her own room at my house, full of clothes and shit that she kept for whenever she would spend the night. I knew Monae wouldn’t trip about Charlie wearing her shit because they was best damn friends, almost sisters in a way.
“It’s cool. What you got in that damn bag?” I asked, pointing to the bag that she’d gotten from the gas station.
“Snacks, and what are you watching?” she said, turning her attention to the screen and then looking back at me to shake her head. She knew that this was my damn movie.
She flopped down onto the seat next to me, tucked her feet under her butt, and began going in her bag to eat her snacks. I watched as she pulled out a bag of pretzels and a bottle of fruit punch flavored Hawaiian Punch.
As we sat watching the movie, my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller and saw that it was Chantel calling me. I ignored it and then one of my other little hoes named Crystal was calling. It’s like damn, were they all around each other or some shit because they were blowing my phone up. I already knew that they must have seen pictures of me and Charlie leaving the club together and they wanted to know what was up.
“I swear the dick better be good for them to be blowing up your damn phone like that,” Charlie spat, rolling her eyes.
“If anybody know how good this shit is, it’s your ass! I been fuckin you since you was thirteen. Your ass didn’t even have titties yet,” I said, laughing.
“Fuck you, Jaquan. That shit ain’t funny,” she said, getting up like she was about to leave the room.
“Charlie, sit down! I was just playing with your ass,” I said, even though I was dead ass serious.
She sat back down and focused her attention on the movie. I kicked my shoes off and took them out of the room with me. I went inside the bathroom that was in my room and took a quick shower. When I finished, I brushed my teeth and threw on a pair of all-white briefs with some black Nike basketball shorts, sagging them off my ass, and threw on my Gucci flip flops. I went over to my dresser and went into my stash of weed. I closed my bedroom door and headed back inside the theater. When I came back in the room, Charlie was still up watching the movie. I noticed that she had turned off all the lights in the theater as well. I went and sat next to her, using my phone as a fla
shlight so I could see the blunt and make sure I rolled it to perfection. Once it was just how I liked it, I lit the blunt and let the high take me away.
“Let me get some,” Charlie said to me, taking my away from my thoughts.
“I thought you was mad at a nigga,” I smirked, still puffing on the blunt.