She's Gotta Have It: A Hood Love Story (12 page)

"Well it's my usual time," I smiled confused.

I came to this same damn salon every three weeks, at this particular time. I wasn't sure why they weren't up on game.

"Well, Andi said you would no longer be coming here," the receptionist frowned.

"Well she lied! I need to get my hair fixed!" I scowled. Andi had me overly fucked up.

"Okay, one moment. Let me get Carla." The receptionist got up and rushed over to the lady that does my hair.

"Josalyn, I wasn't expecting you," Carla said as she walked over to me.

"Why are you allowing my sister to dictate my appointments? Don't change anything unless you hear it from me!" I spat.

"You're right, I'm sorry. We have an opening tomorrow morning for you," Carla offered with pleading eyes. I exhaled and massaged my temples out of frustration. "It'll be half price since I messed up," Carla added.

"Fine! Eight o’clock sharp!" I shouted and left. I got in my car and immediately dialed Andi's number.

"Hey baby sister," she smiled into the phone.

"Andi, why the fuck did you tell Carla I would no longer be coming to get my hair done?" I asked as I bounced my leg out of anger.

"Well since you're fucking with a bum nigga, I didn't think your pockets could handle the prices they charge," she chuckled.

"Okay Andi, Cassian is not a bum, nor is he broke. Secondly, I have my own money just like you. Lastly, why do you care so much? Worry about Denim and how he fucks everything walking! You probably have an STD right now! Maybe if he spent more time fucking you instead of everyone else, you wouldn't have so much time on your hands!" I shouted and there was silence on the other end.

"I have to go," Andi said in a somber tone.

"Andi, don't fuck with my shit anymore or I will come for you and your dirty dick ass nigga!" I said through gritted teeth before pressing the end button. I needed God himself to stop me from going to beat my sister's ass.

I sat in the parking lot, breathing in and out as angry thoughts raced through my mind. I then remembered the baby in my stomach, and how I needed to calm down. I pulled down my visor mirror, and took down my long dark curly locks. I smacked my lips as I did my bun over. I was so over this dry shit.

After stopping for some fast food, I went home and decided to do some homework assignments, even though they weren't due for a while.

"That was fast," Cassian smiled as he fixed his watch.

He wore dark jeans that weren't too baggy, a white and blue striped shirt, and blue and white Jordan 11's. His hair was freshly cut as usual, and his skin look moisturized as always. I could look at him for hours. As he neared me, his cologne became stronger, and it smelled so good.

"I got this for you, Pretty," he handed me a gray velvet box.

"Cassian, you-"

"Just open it woman," he chuckled.

I lifted it open, and it was a golden locket with my initials in diamonds. It was so pretty and I knew it cost a pretty penny. Shit, it cost a couple pretty pennies.

"How much was this?" I quizzed.

"Like fourteen," he responded as he fixed his own chain in the mirror.

"Oh fourteen hundred, not bad. It looks way more expensive than that," I said as I pulled it from the box.

"Nah babe, fourteen racks," he corrected me, and then took the necklace to fasten around my neck. This nigga spent fourteen thousand dollars? Was he crazy?

"Cassian! You shouldn't be spending that kind of money on me! You-"

"Aye, aye! Cut all that shit out. I ain't no dumb ass nigga out here blowing money that I don't have Josalyn. I made a lot of money over the years, so I'm not going broke any time soon, aight?" he kneeled down in front of me. "And I'm still making money." I didn't say anything, and just played with the locket around my neck. "Look, if it makes you feel better, I consulted with my accountant prior and he said there was more than enough money for it." He flashed his beautiful white teeth.

"That does make me feel better," I giggled and kissed his lips.

"Good, stop worrying so much," he smirked and stood up.

"Where are you going?" I asked as I hugged him tightly.

"To the studio so I can put the finishing touches on this mixtape," he replied and kissed my forehead.

"When are you coming back?" I pouted.

"Probably like 1am. Only because I want to finish up," he responded pursing his lips.

"Are there gonna be girls there?" I asked looking up into his eyes.

"Not unless one of my boys bring them, or Taniya, the chick you met. But you know I don't get into all that baby. Well not anymore," he said and I smiled.

That's what I loved about Cassian, he didn't cherish having bitches. He was focused on his career.

"Okay. I love you," I said.

"I love y'all too," he cheesed.

"Y'all?" I questioned.

"Yeah, you and my baby in your stomach," he chuckled and so did I. He pecked my lips, and then I went to the kitchen to make a snack for my homework session.

After a couple hours, I went on Instagram to let some time go by. As I was scrolling through the explore page, I saw an urban entertainment article on Denim and my sister Andi. I clicked the picture and read the caption. She and Denim were in a brawl over a groupie in the club. She looked so ignorant. I just shook my head at her stupid ass. Last I checked she was just using him, but I guess she got caught up. She had her nerve talking shit about Cassian, when she had a Doberman pincher on her hands, dumb bitch.

Chapter Eleven: Andi

I shook my head as I slid my feet into my nude Jimmy Choos. Denim just told me to get dressed, so I had no idea where we were going. I'm sure we would be hitting a club in Hollywood like we did on most nights. I had no energy to fight off bitches tonight, so I was not looking forward to going.

Once my shoes were on, I gave myself a once over in the mirror, and walked downstairs to the foyer. Denim was waiting, dressed up like always. He wore dark jeans, a black button up, and a royal blue blazer. His sexy chocolate skin looked gorgeous against the color scheme. Once I got closer, he opened the front door for me. I was caught off guard, because he never did things like that unless the paparazzi was around.

"Thank you," I said as I walked outside and to the car. He opened the door to the Rolls Royce for me, and I climbed in.

"Where are we going?" I asked once I saw we weren't headed towards Hollywood.

"Hush," he replied and caressed my exposed thigh.

We pulled up to Flemings in Manhattan Beach, and I was more confused than ever. I decided not to speak up, because he clearly didn't want me asking him any questions. After getting a ticket from valet, Denim helped me out of the car, and we walked into the restaurant hand in hand. Paparazzi were swarming, and surprisingly I was annoyed. The hostess showed us to a rounded booth, and we climbed in meeting one another at the middle. After the waiter came over and poured us some wine, I finally decided I should inquire as to why we were here.

"What's this Denim?" I asked looking over at him.

"Just dinner," he shrugged as he looked over the menu.

"But you rented the place out for the night," I frowned.

"You talk too much Andi," he replied. I smacked my lips and turned my attention back to my menu.

While we were eating, the lights dimmed and the candles on all of the empty tables in the restaurant were the only things keeping the place lit up. I snapped my neck damn near to look over at Denim. Before I could speak, he bent my head back and started to kiss me slowly. I brought my hand up and caressed the back of his head, as we enjoyed each other's mouths.

"I wanted to do something nice for you," he whispered.

"Why?" I questioned in a low tone.

"Cause you my lady," he smirked. Who the fuck was this? This was not Denim.

"I'm yours again? Because last week when you had a hoe in your face, I was just your fuck buddy," I spat feeling myself become angry again. He sent me home that night, while he went and stayed somewhere with that hoe.

"She was a groupie," he scoffed. "Just like you used to be," he chuckled.

"If I'm a groupie then why don't you leave me alone?" I inquired folding my arms.

"Trust me I want to. I don't want a hoe like you on my arm, but I can't help it. I don't want nobody else to have you but then again I don't want you," he replied hurting my feelings.
Here we go again with the waterworks Andi
, I thought as soon as I felt my tear ducts getting heavy. "Why are you about to cry?" he frowned.

“‘Cause I love you,” I sniffled.

"Damn. Your bad," he laughed and then waved a waitress over for the bill. I exhaled heavily, and prayed to God to send me someone else.

We didn't say anything else to each other, as we waited for the waiter to bring the receipt for him to sign. After he did, he yanked me out the booth and we strutted to the valet booth to get the car. I didn't even want to go to his house. I wanted to go to the home I used to share with Josalyn.

"Can you have your driver take me to my house once we get home?" I asked Denim.

"Nope," he smirked and sparked up a blunt.

"Denim, I want to go to my house. Not the house with you," I rolled my eyes.

"Your home is with me." He chuckled and took a pull.

I turned away from him and stared out the window. As soon as we got home, I was gonna call a cab or an Uber, since my car was in the shop. One of his hoes bashed my shit up in a fit of rage. I didn't know how much more I could take. I'm pretty sure it was that Mandie bitch that fucked up my shit. We'd run into her while in the club one night, and she went crazy because Denim dissed her.

We pulled up into Denim's long driveway, and then headed into his house. I immediately started packing some overnight clothes so that I could go home.

"What you doing?" Denim growled.

"I need some space," I said as I kept packing. He stormed over and yanked me up from the floor. "Stop Denim!" I shouted and pulled my arm away.

"You ain't going no fucking where!" he boomed.

"Why do you even want me here? You don't love me! You barely even like me!" I cried like a bitch.

"I do love your hoe ass! Shut the fuck up!" he said through gritted teeth, as he slammed me into the wall.

I neglected to respond, so he pressed against me and stuck his tongue into my mouth. He ran his strong hands up the sides of my thighs, and raised my dress. He lifted me and laid me on the bed, before pulling down my thin panties. He spread my legs wide, and stared at my kitten while playing with his chin hair.

"I hate you," he said as he undressed. I was speechless and started to close my legs but he stopped me. "Why your pretty ass had to make me love you?" he grimaced and stared at me as if I was supposed to give him an answer. "You a hoe, you know that right?" he chuckled. "Answer me!" he yelled.

"Yes! I know!" I cried.

"Who else you fucking?" he asked.

"Just you Denim!" I answered hysterically. His long thick dick was staring me in the face.

"Take your dress off," he demanded.

I removed it along with my bra, and then laid there naked with my legs spread. He walked over, and climbed onto the bed between my legs. When I felt him about to enter me, I tensed up anticipating the pain his size would cause. I've had my fair share of dick, but Denim's was otherworldly.

"Why you scared? You used to dick by now," he smirked with his sexy ass. I hated when he talked down to me like this. I wasn't sure why he did it. "You bet not tense up. You better take this shit like the hoe you are," he flared his nostrils. He barged inside me and I almost screamed. He plunged into me nice and slow, thankfully, while holding my thighs. "Shit," he grunted in a low tone. He spread my legs some more, and fucked me hard yet gently. "Cum right now," he ordered, and funny enough I did. My body jerked as I gushed on his member.

He lowered himself closer to me, and sucked my nipples like a newborn baby. He looked up at me, and then sucked my lips with the same passion.

"I love you Denim," I whispered.

"Shut that shit up," he growled. I realized that me loving on him turned him on, and I was about to go full force with it.

"I love you so much," I added as we kissed harder. I felt his dick harden, and knew I was right about my hypothesis.

"Shut-" he couldn't even finish his rude sentence.

"Cum in me baby, I need you," I moaned into his mouth. He grabbed my face and kissed me so hard I could barely breathe. He sped up his strokes, pulverizing my pussy. "Yes daddy! Fuck your pussy!" I screamed as I came again.

"Fuucckkkk!" he shouted as he filled me up with his seeds.

"I only want you baby," I panted as his body jerked on top of me.

I knew that lovey dovey shit turned him on!
I said in my head. We laid there kissing, until he finally caught his breath. He slid out of me and pulled away from me quickly.

"Don't say none of that shit again!" he shouted before rushing out of the bedroom. I chuckled to myself and then laid back down.

I didn't know which was worse, the fact that I had this crazy ass nigga on my hands, or that I meant everything I'd just said to him.

Zooey

My life was improving more and fucking more. Noah was putty in my pretty hands, and Qadir was damn near about to propose. Noah was about to get cut though for sure, and I couldn't wait. Hopefully, he still had time to mend things with Poppy for his sake.

Tonight I was meeting Latif at his crib, to discuss starting my lingerie line. I couldn't wait because I knew he would give me all the info I needed, plus that extra boost. I wore an all black dress, which was cut out in the middle, showing my perfectly flat stomach. I winked at myself in the mirror, and then strutted out to my car with my head held high.

I blasted "Flawless" by Beyoncé, as I sped to Latif's mansion in Beverly Hills. When I pulled up, there was a big gate that I needed to get through. When I drove up to it, a security guard walked out of the booth.

"Name?" he asked and pulled out his clipboard.

"Zooey Richardson," I half smiled.

He simply nodded and then returned back to his booth. After about ten seconds, the gate opened and I drove in slowly.

Latif's house was huge as fuck, even bigger than Noah's. I parked my car anywhere since it was just a whole bunch of open space. I pulled down my dress so that it wasn't too short, then proceeded to ring the doorbell. Latif answered the door wearing expensive jeans, and an open button up shirt in red.

"Hello," he smirked and sipped whatever was in his cup.

"Hi," I replied shyly as I walked into his house. He led me to a room where there was a bar and many places to sit. It looked like his own personal lounge club. "So," I smiled as I sat down on the butterscotch colored couch.

"So what have you been up to Ms. Zooey?" Latif smiled and downed his dark liquor.

"I've been okay. I've just been trying to get to business," I replied and watched him as he went over to his bar.

"Nice. Would you like a drink?" he asked and raised a brow.

"Umm, sure," I exhaled. I wasn't in the drinking mood. I wanted to have this meeting, and then go home to Qadir.

He poured me some Grey Goose straight, and then handed me the cup. I usually preferred my drinks mixed with some sort of juice, but I wasn't gonna be drinking this like that anyway.

"So what is the first step you want to take?" he quizzed.

"Well I have some sketches, and I wanted to get hooked up with someone who could make them come alive. Then maybe you could take some photos for me, and then we can promote from there," I smiled. I reached into my bag and pulled out my sketchbook. "See, these are my designs. Once I see them live, I wanted to have them produced in a higher quantity, and then we can use some of the models you're familiar with for a photo shoot. From there, they can go on to promote the line, and so can you and then me of course," I finished and grinned. Latif smiled and nodded as he set his drink on the coffee table in front of us.

"You've gotten it all planned out," he said licking his lips. He was being real flirty and I wasn't feeling it.

"I sure do," I responded.

"Well your sketches are beautiful. They are really high end, so I'm sure we could make a lot of money off this," he said as he flipped through my book.

"We?" I frowned. "I don't mind giving you a cut for getting it off the ground, but once the plane is in the air, I don't think it's fair to give you a cut," I added.

"True. Now what are you going to give me in order for me to even help you?" he inquired as he tossed my book back into my lap.

"Well how much do you charge?" I asked as I fished around in my purse for my checkbook. He laughed and clapped his hands together, as if I'd just said the funniest joke he'd ever heard.

"No baby girl, I don't want money. Well I do, but I need a different kind of incentive in order to get this ball rolling for you," he winked.

"Like what?" I questioned.

"Like this." He bit his lip and ran his cold dry hand up my skirt. I quickly pushed his hand away, and stared him down angrily.

"That's not an option Latif. Now I will be willing to pay for your services with a check," I reiterated.

Before Qadir and I made up, I would've been happy to oblige, but I wasn’t feeling that shit anymore.

"And I already told you that's not an option Zooey! Either you get on your back and give me what you been giving the whole entertainment industry, or I won't help you. Now what's more important, your career, which will take off like that?" he asked, snapping his fingers to indicate how quick it would be. "Or, that shit between your legs? I know how you Richardson girls do baby doll. Don't try and act all innocent now. Y'all are just a bunch of bitches on the come up. I don't mind helping you, but I'm definitely gonna get some of that good that niggas are whispering about and leaving their wives for," he snickered.

I sat there stunned, not knowing what to do. Could I do this without Latif? I mean I'm sure I could, but it would be much easier with him.

"Okay," I finally spoke and my voice cracked.

He stood up, and reached out for my hand. He led me to his bedroom in the deep of his house. The whole room was burgundy and gold. Everything from the walls, to the floors, to the curtains, and the bedding were those two colors.

"Take off all of your clothes and get on the bed," he ordered as he closed the door and removed his shirt. I slowly undressed, and as I stepped out of my panties, he came behind me to lick my neck. "Oh, we're gonna have some fun tonight," he chuckled. I quickly wiped the tears that sat in my eyes, as his hands traveled around my body. "Damn, you're perfect," he whispered. I stared at his golden wood walls, and tried to think of something else. Suddenly, he pushed me onto the bed, and stared at my vagina. "If I didn't know you were a bop, I would eat that pretty shit," he said licking his lips.