She's Gotta Have It: A Hood Love Story (3 page)

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” the guy said as he helped me up off the couch to let the ice slide out of my lap.

“Um, it’s okay,” I sighed at my soaked dress.

“Let me pay for that,” he said and I realized his voice sounded familiar.

“Cassian?” I quizzed as I looked up into his gorgeous face.

Cassian was a twenty-four-year-old singer/rapper. His last album was super successful, going almost diamond, but for some reason he’d been MIA to the scene recently. Cassian was sexy as fuck. His skin was the color of brown sugar; he had dark brown eyes, sexy lips, and a perfect muscular build. He kept his haircut low, and his facial hair was kept to a minimum.

“You know me?” he smirked because he knew I did. Who didn’t know him?

“Yeah, I like your songs,” I nodded nervously. Why did I tell him that?
Play it cool like Andi said
, I told myself.

“Well thank you beautiful. But like I said, let me pay for your dress,” he grinned and my legs felt like linguini all of a sudden. I hadn’t felt this nervous upon meeting a guy since Craig. Then again, this was Cassian.

“Uh, okay. How will you do that?” I asked once I realized I didn’t know how much it would cost in order to ask him for the money now.

“Let me get your number, and once you take it to wherever it needs to go, I will give you the money,” he replied with his breath smelling like cotton candy.

Fine, fine, fine, was all that my brain could produce right now. My dress had become the least of my worries.

“Uh, um, that’s fine,” I shrugged. He was still holding my hand as he smiled down into my eyes.

“You here all alone?” he wondered.

“No, my sisters are here with me. Somewhere,” I chuckled, as I looked around a little bit. I felt so dumb sitting in the club alone. He probably thought I was some square.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun,” he said as we sat down simultaneously.

“I’ve just been at school all day, and I would much rather be at home sleep,” I replied honestly.

“But then you wouldn’t have met me,” he said surprising me. Was he flirting with me? Was
the
Cassian really flirting with me? I wondered.

“True,” I giggled nervously.

“So let me get that number you promised me,” he grinned and pulled out his phone. I read off my number to him, and he shot me a text so that I’d have his. This was probably his hoe phone number.

“How old are you? Damn, what’s your name?” he asked and we laughed together.

“I’m Josalyn and I'm twenty-one,” I chuckled.

“That’s a good age. Enjoy it before you get old like me,” he shook his head jokingly.

“How old are you?” I asked as if I didn’t know.

“I’m twenty-four,” he answered.

“Oh yeah, grandpa status,” I taunted.

“You got jokes huh? A’ight then,” he nodded slowly as I snickered. “So do you have a man hiding in the corners, watching you anywhere?” he raised a brow and I shook my head no. “Wow, a beautiful girl like you? You must be lying,” he frowned.

“No, I swear. I haven’t had a boyfriend for two years,” I responded and then immediately regretted it.
Great job Josalyn, now he knows there are cobwebs down there
, I thought.

“Word, why n-”

“Cassian, you want another drink daddy?” some scantily clad woman asked him as she licked her full lips.

“Nah, I’m good for now,” he half smiled and then turned back to me. She gave me a nasty look, and then switched off.

“I forgot you have groupies,” I said feeling disappointed.

Cassian was not my type of guy. He was a big superstar with a lot of women chasing him, and I didn’t like that. I’d seen plenty of chicks fighting over him on Instagram. Bitches would be fighting and shit on social media, saying he was their man. I wouldn’t dare be a part of no bullshit like that. I wasn’t the type to fight for a man no matter who it was. The only man you may catch me fighting for is my husband, but a boyfriend, you can have him.

“Yeah, I’m sure you got them too,” he said.

“Why would I have groupies?” I inquired smiling.

“Because you’re sexy as hell and I know how niggas are; shit, I am one. I know they come after you like a pack of dogs,” he replied. He thinks I’m sexy! I squealed on the inside.

“Maybe,” I smirked and so did he.

“So can I take you back to my crib?” he asked. I knew he had an ulterior motive.

“What? No! I don’t even know you!” I yelled over the club music and frowned at him. He burst into laughter and then looked at me with his mouth open. He was so damn cute.

“I’m fucking with you, girl. Damn! You was about to put the paws on me,” he laughed even harder.

“Oh,” I blushed because I was slightly embarrassed at how I reacted.

“But I’m happy you ain’t a bop,” he said licking his lips and scanning my body.

“Never,” I said shaking my head. I sipped what was left of Zooey’s cocktail because I was nervous.

“Well, it was nice meeting you Josalyn. I’m gonna go mingle with my folks, but I will be waiting to hear from you about that cleaner’s bill,” he smiled and grabbed my hand. I didn’t want him to leave.

“Okay,” was all I could say as I watched him lift my hand to his soft lips.

I wanted him to trail from my hand up to my neck. I wasn’t a hoe by any means, I just hadn’t had any male attention in years.
Stop Josalyn, you’re acting like a groupie
, I told myself. Tonight was turning out to be fun after all.

Chapter Three: Andi

It was getting close to one in the morning, and I was ready to go home with Hollis. I only came to this club for one thing, and it was already accomplished so it was time to clock out.

Finally, he stood up and reached his hand down to help me up as well. I started to walk and he smacked my fat ass.

“Damn!” one of his boys shouted as it jiggled. Hollis squeezed it and then we continued to walk out.

When we walked past Sam, he glared at me and shook his head. I knew he was furious, but he was the least of my worries and problems at this point. Sam was a thing of the past in my book.

“Make sure you write me a check for your dress, bitch!” he called after me.

I stuck my middle finger up, as Hollis’ bodyguard escorted us out the back of the club. We climbed into Hollis’ stretch Hummer, and then proceeded to his home.

“I can’t wait to see your body outside of that dress,” Hollis slurred as we sped to his house. I was a little scared, because the driver was whipping this big ass limo like it was a two-door Honda Civic.

“I’m sure you can't,” I winked and played with my hard nipples that were poking through my dress.

He scooted over and pulled one of my breasts out the top of my dress. He took my nipple into his mouth, and sucked hungrily as I threw my head back.

“Oooh shit,” I purred as he devoured my nipple like it was his last meal.

I reached down to unbuckle his pants, and pulled out his nine inches.
Nice
, I nodded my head. I moved back some, letting my nipple come out of his mouth, and then dropped my head into his lap. I took as much as I could into my mouth, and bounced my head up and down.

“Shit,” Hollis moaned as I worked my magic. I sucked and sucked as I jacked the rest of his dick off using my spit. “Oh, oh shit!” he called out as his dick hardened in my mouth. He came quick as fuck, and I was pissed as fuck. I hadn’t planned to swallow tonight, but shit, I guess it was all a contribution to the cause. I took it down like a shot, and then wiped the spit from my mouth. “Got damn you a freak,” he chuckled as he buttoned his pants back up. I winked at him, and then realized we were pulling up to his big ass mansion.

We walked in and headed straight to his master bedroom to continue the festivities. He didn’t even let me take my dress all the way off, before he pushed me onto the bed.

“Show me that tongue,” I smirked as I spread my legs and played with my pussy.

He walked over and dropped his head between my legs. He pulled my clit into his mouth, and sucked hard yet gently.

“Fuck,” I cried out as I felt myself about to cum.

He ran his tongue from my ass back up to my clit, and sucked my pussy dry it seemed. He licked up every drop that I released, and then stood to drop his jeans.

“Turn over,” he demanded and I did so.

He pushed my dress up some more, and I just pulled it off over my head. He slid into me, yes raw, and pounded away. I took birth control faithfully, and had plenty of Plan B pills at home, so I wasn’t tripping. Hollis continued to ram into me, smacking my ass here and there. These famous niggas killed me; didn’t know a bitch from Adam, but was fucking raw.

“Shit!” I moaned as I pinched one of my nipples.

He reached down to grab a hold of my weave and I stopped his ass. I just got this shit done, and it was too sore to be tugging on. He chuckled and then grabbed my waist tightly. I was so wet that my inner thighs were soaked.

“I’m ‘bout to bust. Damn,” he groaned as he sped up.

“Ahhhh,” we yelled together as we both exploded.

He pumped me hard once more, and then slowly slid out of me.
I knew he had some good dick
, I smiled to myself. He plopped down next to me and then passed out immediately. I got off the bed and retrieved my phone from my purse. I climbed back in bed and took a selfie of Hollis and me lying in bed. I then got up and took a couple more in different rooms of his crib, just in case he wanted to deny our little rendezvous. I crept back to the bed after posting the bed flick, and then fell asleep.

I woke up to loud arguing and the crashing of glass.

“You got another bitch in there?” I heard a chick yell. I laughed and shook my head, as I got dressed. Once I had all my stuff, I walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

“Bitch, get out my house!” the girl yelled. I knew my little Instagram post had gone viral, which is why she was here so early.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” I laughed and pointed to her.

“I’m his girlfriend! Get out before I fuck you up!” she shouted as Hollis held her back.

“Well girlfriend, I highly doubt you will fuck me up. Call me Hollis,” I winked and strutted out.

I hoped she hadn’t kissed him in the mouth, because he was definitely eating my pussy good last night. Niggas were nasty as hell. I bet he gone take that same dick he stuck in me raw, and shove it in her mouth. These niggas had no respect for their main bitches, yet I was always looked at as the bad guy. I laughed to myself as I climbed into the stretch Hummer to take me home. I was gonna wait a couple hours, because I’m sure Hollis would be hitting my line soon.

Zooey

The party last night was so damn live. Andi left Josalyn and I, and Sam was too mad to let us use the limo we rode in. Luckily, Poppy agreed to give us a ride home. Josalyn was pissed but I wasn’t tripping, because I was happy Andi had bagged Hollis as planned.

I suddenly got a whiff of blueberry waffles, and what smelled like omelets. I climbed out of bed, and headed to the kitchen to see Qadir cooking for me. He always did things like this for me. I just hated how he would let himself in sometimes though.

“This is nice,” I said dryly as I sat down at the table.

“Yeah, I thought I would do something nice for you,” he winked and then poured the omelet onto a plate. I shook my head and smiled, and then left to get my phone.

When I returned to the kitchen, my plate was made and sitting on the table. I sat down and began to eat and check my text messages.

“I hate when you do that at the table. I’m clearly trying to spend some time with you,” Qadir scoffed.

“I’m here aren’t I?” I raised a brow.

“Whatever Zooey,” he replied shaking his head. I went into my texts and saw I had one from Poppy.

Poppy:
Hey could you drop by today?

Me:
Sure! What time?

Poppy:
2:30pm okay?

Me:
That’s perfect. See you then.

“Why the fuck you smiling at your phone?” Qadir spat.

“I got a new job. Relax,” I replied rolling my eyes. He was way too clingy, and it was so unattractive. I needed to let him go as soon as possible.

“Oh yeah? Where?” he inquired.

“Nowhere special. I have to go,” I said leaving my plate at the table, barely touched.

As I walked to my room, I heard him storming behind me. I was not in the mood for this, and technically, I didn’t need his ass.

“So that’s it? I come over and make you breakfast, hoping to spend some time with you and this is how you react?” he frowned in confusion.

“Why are you so damn needy?” I shook my head out of disgust.

“Needy? Bit- Zooey, I’m not being needy; I was trying to do something nice for yo’ ungrateful ass!” he yelled.

“Well I don’t need you to do anything nice for me,” I shrugged as I gathered my toiletries for the shower.

“Oh word? You don’t need me to do nothing nice for you?” he scoffed.

“That’s what I said. Now please leave so I can get dressed in peace,” I spat and shoulder checked him on my way out of the room.

When I got out of the shower, Qadir had gone home, thank God. I dressed quickly, and then left to meet Poppy at her house. I was so excited to embark on this new adventure, that I smiled the whole ride there. Once I found her house, I hit the block and parked a little ways away. I walked a couple blocks back to her home, and then took a deep breath before knocking.

“Good afternoon, how may I help you?” an older white lady answered the door.

“Hi, I’m Zooey and I’m here to see Poppy,” I smiled.

“Okay, just one moment,” she smiled and closed the door in my face. After a couple minutes, Poppy came to the door and welcomed me in.

“Wow, you look tired,” Poppy commented as I followed her to an office. Thanks for the compliment, bitch.

“Yeah, I had to catch the bus because my car broke down,” I lied as I followed her through the mansion.

“Oh my goodness. Poor thing,” she replied shaking her head. I looked around her huge office, which was completely tan, as I sat down across from her desk.

“So Zooey, I just want to explain the job to you a little bit,” Poppy smiled and intertwined her fingers.

“Okay, sure,” I replied in the happiest tone I could.

“So I will need you to basically assist me in my everyday busy life. That means coffee and lunch runs, booking meetings, making sure I don’t double book, and that includes dentist and doctors’ appointments. At the end of every week, meaning Friday, I will pay you $700 for your work. If you miss a day, I will subtract the right amount from that,” she grinned.

“Sounds good,” I nodded. Lord this was not gonna be easy.

I grew up privileged as hell, and had no interest in being her damn slave. However, as Andi would say, it’s all a contribution to the cause.

“Great. So would you mind starting tomorrow?” she asked.

“Umm, no, not at all. Will I be assisting Noah as well?” I asked hoping she said yes.

“No, not really. Not unless you’re getting coffee or lunch for the both of us,” she replied and I exhaled.

“Well okay,” I beamed, although I wanted to throw something at the wall.

“So be here tomorrow morning at eight o’clock, with an iced venti, half-caf, vanilla latte, with coconut milk and easy ice. I need those to get my day started.”

“Oh right,” I responded.

“Maybe you should write that down. I am very particular about my morning latte,” she stated seriously.

I fumbled around in my large purse, until I finally settled on just writing it in my phone. She read off her drink to me again, as I typed it into my notes.

This was gonna be a lot more work than I anticipated. When I suggested being her assistant, I thought we would mainly just hang out while I did a couple simple things here and there. Isn’t that what most assistants do? But now I saw that Poppy was actually going to put me to work. That slightly angered me, and made me want to keep her husband even when I didn’t need his ass anymore. Oh yes, Poppy was gonna pay for everything she made me do that I didn’t like!

Josalyn

It was Saturday morning, and since I’d finished all my assignments during the week, I was just relaxing in my bedroom. Andi was never here ever since she met Hollis, and I was starting to see her on those Instagram gossip sites a lot. I knew she was ecstatic that her bedroom picture had made waves. Sometimes I couldn’t believe she and I were related.

I bobbed my head to "Freak at Night" by Chris Brown, and my thoughts began to drift to Craig, like always. A day didn’t go by where I didn’t think about him. Contrary to popular belief, I really wanted to stop thinking about him so much.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my lap, and Cassian’s name flashed across. I was surprised because I thought he’d forgotten about me. It’d been weeks since we met, and a few more since he sent an assistant to pay me back for my dress. I sat up in my bed, and unlocked my phone to read the message.

Cassian:
Good morning.

Me:
Good morning, I’m surprised you remember me lol.

Cassian:
Could never forget a face like yours.

Me:
Yeah right, you have pretty women around all the time.

Why did I say that? Give me a break, I haven’t flirted or anything for a while.

Cassian:
I do. But what are you getting into today?

Should I pretend to be busy?
I wondered. I wanted to see him, but then I was nervous to hang out with him alone. I knew these rappers expected the world from girls, and that is not what I was about. I also didn’t want to deal with the plethora of video hoes claiming him already. I was thinking way too far ahead. He’s just asking to hang out Josalyn, he’s not proposing.

Me:
Nothing.

I finally replied.

Cassian:
Cool, I want you to come to the studio.

Me:
Really? I may distract you. lol

Cassian:
Yeah girl, lol. Yeah you might distract me, but I'm willing to take the risk. So you down?

Me:
I guess.

Cassian:
Cool. I will pick you up in thirty minutes!

Me:
Okay.