Hold U Down (12 page)

“Fuck both of y'all.” She laughed. “But look, here are all the numbers to my associates. Sammy up in Jersey is a cool guy, but Lou down in Cali can be a bitch sometimes. They will help you set up everything.” Feeling her two-way going off, Unique pulled it off of her waist and scrolled through it. It was Bigg telling her to come up to the studio because he missed her. “Yo, y'all wanna roll up to the studio wit' me to see Bigg?”

“Nah, I'm about to head over to my mom's house to eat,” Kay Kay said, rubbing her flat stomach.

“You know yo' ass can fuck up some food, wit' yo' li'l ass,” Unique teased.

“Don't hate!” She laughed, grabbing her purse.

“Hell, I ain't got nothing else to do. I'll roll wit' you,” Zoë said.

“We'll take my car. I got to go pick up Patience from school.”

 

 

Walking into the studio, Unique searched for her man through the sea of men and cloud of weed smoke that was in the air. Bottles of Hennessy and Patrón were scattered everywhere throughout the room. Unique stood for a minute and watched as NaSheed spit a verse into the mic. Bobbing her head to the beat, she returned her eyes to finding Bigg.

“Damn, these niggas sho' do know how to spark up,” Zoë replied, coughing and grabbing her chest.

“Right, give a nigga some Hennessy and Coke and they don't know how to act. I can't find Bigg, though,” Unique yelled over the noise and loud music.

“You a'ight?” a fine caramel brotha asked Zoë, grabbing her hand.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” She blushed, gazing into his eyes.

“Do you know were Bigg is?” Unique asked.

“He's over there.” The guy pointed in Bigg's direction. He was already eyeing her. Smiling to herself, Unique approached him.

“What's the deal, ma?” Bigg said, taking her hand and leading her onto his lap.

“You, daddy.” Unique kissed his lips.

“What's up, big brother?” Patience smiled.

“You, baby sis. I ain't seen you all weekend. How did you do on that chemistry test you had? I ain't forget.”

“I don't know. I won't get my test scores back until tomorrow.” Patience felt embarrassed in front of the room full of men.

“A'ight, you betta have an A, or I'm not gon' get you that new Hermes bag you want.”

“What about me?” Unique asked.

“Don't even trip. I got something even better for you.”

“Oh, for real?” She lifted up so that he could go into his pocket.

“Yo, turn that shit down,” Bigg yelled to the sound man. “I got something to say.”

“What you got to say, nigga? You messed up my flow,” NaSheed joked.

“Nigga, yo' flow was already messed up.”

Laughing, Unique watched as Bigg pulled out a small black box. Inhaling deeply, she looked over at Zoë, who was giving her the thumbs up.

“Y'all know this my lady and I love her to death. This my nigga, and I would die for her. That's why I asked her to be my wife the other day. I ain't have a ring to give to her at the time, but she still said yes. That's the kind of pull yo' boy got.” Bigg laughed. Everybody in the studio laughed too. “But I told you that I got you, ma, and that all you had to do was trust me, and you did.” Bigg opened the box to reveal a flawless five-carat, princess-cut yellow diamond ring. Placing the ring on her finger, he watched how her eyes lit up.

“Baby, it's beautiful,” Unique gushed.

“You're beautiful,” he replied.

“Are y'all done so I can finish spittin' this verse?” NaSheed asked, fucking with Bigg.

“Nigga, get yo' ass back in the booth before I give yo' ass a five-dollar fine,” Bigg joked.

“Congratulations, Nique!” Patience happily hugged her sister.

“Thank you, Patience.” Unique turned her attention back to Bigg. “I can't believe you surprised me like this.”

“What did you expect from yo' man? I wasn't going to let you walk around telling people you were engaged without having an engagement ring.”

“I know. You just took me by surprise.”

“Yo, Zoë over there all in my man Legend grill.”

“I taught her well.” Unique smiled, looking over in their direction.

“So, Legend, you got a woman at home waiting for you?” Zoë questioned, licking her lips.

“Nah, ma. I'm a single man.”

“Good, but not for long.”

“Oh, straight,” he said, taking out his cell.

“Yeah, so go ahead and put my number in that phone 'cause from now on I will be the only chick calling you.” She smirked.

“You got a smart-ass mouth.” Legend looked deep into her eyes. “I like that.”

“I know you do.” Zoë gazed over his tall, honey-colored frame.

Liking what he saw as well, Legend took her hand in his and made her put her number into his cell. “I'm about to get up, but I'm gon' call you tomorrow, a'ight.”

“You make sure you do that.” Zoë eyed the thick bulge in his jeans.

Smiling, Legend caressed her cheek and left with one of his boys.

“Where the ring at? Let me see it,” Zoë said, walking over to Unique and Bigg, interrupting their kissing session. Unique smiled from ear to ear while showcasing her ring.

“You did good, my brotha. Nice choice.”

“You know how I do.”

“Whateva, Bigg.”

“So, what's up wit' you and my man?” he questioned, curious.

“Who, Legend?”

“Yeah, that's my homey. He cool peoples.”

“What's the deal with him? He ain't got no woman, do he?” Unique asked, wanting to know.

“I don't know that man's business.”

“He got a woman,” Unique and Zoë both said in unison.

“Fuck it! If he do got a bitch, it won't be for long.” Zoë smirked, sure of herself.

“That's what's up.”

“How long have you known him, Bigg?” Zoë questioned.

“Yeah, baby, I ain't never seen him before,” Unique said.

“Yes, you have, Nique. He been up here to the studio a couple of times to see me while you were here,” Bigg answered.

“Oh, I must have not paid him any attention.”

“That figures.” Zoë laughed.

“Look, when Bigg is around, I am only focused on him.”

“That's right.” Bigg slapped her ass.

“Whatever.” Zoë rolled her eyes to the ceiling.

“But, yeah, that's my man. He cool peoples,” Bigg continued.

“How did y'all meet?” Zoë asked.

“I meet dude a couple of weeks ago at T Billy's. We was all down there playing pool, drinking and shit, when NaSheed introduced me to him. Dude was cool from the start, and the fact that he out here trying to get this money like me was an A in my book, so we been cool ever since.”

“Oh, so when y'all gon' set a date?”

“Shit, fuck a wedding. Let's elope.”

“Nigga, are you crazy? You will not catch me eloping,” Unique replied with her face scrunched up.

“Why not?” he asked.

“Because I want to have a big wedding, and plus my momma has to be there.”

“I feel you. Whatever you want, you got it, shorty.” Bigg kissed her on the forehead.

“Eww, y'all are sickening!” Zoë pretended to throw up.

“I know, right?” Patience agreed.

“Y'all some haters.” Unique teased them both.

“You gon' be acting just like this once my man Legend get at you,” Bigg told Zoë.

“Nigga, please. I'm gon' have Legend wrapped around my finger. Watch.”

Two weeks later, Zoë found herself questioning the game. Legend hadn't called her yet, and she knew that she had laid down some superb game, so she didn't know what the holdup was. He had to be feeling her. She could tell by the look in his eyes. It wasn't like her hair, makeup, and outfit weren't on point.

That day she sported her short black hair in soft, beautiful curls that framed her oval-shaped face. Her high cheekbones, slanted eyes, thick eyelashes, cocoa skin, and small frame gave her an exotic appearance. Zoë was very short and petite for her age. Most of the time, whenever she went to a club she got carded, but her supple breasts, round hips, and bounceable ass were what always gave her away. Men loved the fact that she was so small and cute. She only weighed one hundred and ten pounds, and kind of resembled the actress Malinda Williams.

For the past couple of days, the fact that Legend hadn't called yet was eating at her ego big time. She told herself that once he decided to call her, she either A) wouldn't answer the phone, or B) would just blow him off.

She dialed Vito's number.

“Hello?”

“What's good? What you doing?” she asked.

“Shit, what's good wit' you?”

“Nothing. I'm trying to see you tonight.”

“For real? Where you wanna go?”

“I feel like playing darts. Let's head out to T Billy's.”

“A'ight, I'll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“A'ight.” Zoë hung up.

Forty-five minutes later, Zoë and Vito were standing in front of a dartboard, laughing and talking shit to one another.

“I bet you fifty bucks you can't hit the bullseye,” Vito teased.

“Nigga, please. You ain't said nothing but a word.”

In front of the dartboard, Zoë closed one eye and focused her aim. She waved her arm back and forth and threw the sharp dart at the board. The dart landed directly in the center. Happy, she jumped up and down.

“That was a lucky shot,” Vito said, shocked.

“Whatever, nigga. Give me my money,” she said with her hand out.

Vito reached down into his pocket and pulled out a fat wad of dough. Sizing it up, Zoë figured that he had at least five or six grand on him.
Stunting-ass nigga
, Zoë thought. She knew Vito only bet her so that he could show off his money stack. Breaking her off a crisp fifty, he tried to hand it to her, but instead Zoë peeled off five crisp hundred-dollar bills.

“I like this amount much better.” She smirked, stuffing the money in her bra.

“I guess I'm gon' have to take my money back later.” Vito licked his lips, eyeing the cleavage that was pouring out of Zoë's blouse.

“Whatever,” Zoë mumbled underneath her breath.

As Zoë withdrew the darts from the board, she eyed a group of guys coming through the door. Breaking her neck to see if it was anybody she knew, she spotted Legend in the crowd. She bit down into her lower lip, excited to see him. Trying not to make eye contact with him, Zoë resumed her game of darts with Vito.

“Here. It's your turn to go first.” She handed him the darts.

“I bet you I hit the bullseye,” Vito boasted.

“Go, baby!” Zoë said louder than she need to so that Legend could hear her. Feeling his eyes on her, she cheered Vito on even more. Just as she'd hoped, he hit the bullseye dead in the center. Zoë pretended to be happy and jumped up and down. She then hugged Vito around his neck.

“Damn, baby, if I would have known you was gonna react like that, I wouldn't have let you win the first time.”

“Give me some money so I can get us a pitcher of beer,” she ordered with her hand out.

Peeling off a ten, he placed it in her hand and slapped her ass. Switching extra hard over to the bar, Zoë showcased her turquoise halter top, ultra low-rise Tag jeans, and Kristen Lee wedge heels. Not one bitch in the spot had anything on her and she knew it. Not one strand of her short, spiked hairdo was out of place, and her nails and feet were perfectly French manicured.

“Let me get a pitcher of Bud Light,” she said to the bartender.

“What you doing here with that nigga?” Legend asked, now standing beside her.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard what I said.” He looked at her and licked his lips.

“Nigga, I gave you my number two weeks ago and you never called.”

“Man, I lost my phone.”

“Yeah, right. That's what all y'all niggas say when you get caught up.”

“You right. I ain't gon' even lie. What really happened was I got locked up.” Legend grinned.

“Will you stop lying?” Zoë couldn't help but laugh too.

“Nah, for real, though, I was gon' get at you.” Legend gazed deeply into her eyes to let her know that he was telling the truth.

Zoë wanted desperately to play him to the side, but she couldn't. He looked and smelled even better than the last time she saw him. Legend's flawless complexion was one of honey, and his brown bedroom eyes, kissable lips, mustache and goatee, and square jaw drew her in every time. He kind of put her in the mind of the rapper T.I. Since it was the summertime, he rocked a black T-shirt with Tony Montana's picture on the front, a pair of long LRG shorts, and a pair of Nikes on his feet. An all-black Cardinals cap rested on his head, tilted to the side, showcasing his low-cut Caesar. Legend was a thug all the way. He even had a diamond grill on the bottom row of his teeth. It was the detachable kind. Shaking her head, Zoë tried to release the spell that his eyes had cast on her.

“Look, I gotta go. My date's watching me,” she said, nodding her head toward Vito, who was shooting her daggers with his eyes.

“Oh, it's like that.”

“Sorry, playa.Yyou shoulda called,” Zoë replied, sashaying back over to Vito.

“Why was you all up in that man's face?” Vito questioned.

“Hold up. I'm grown. Don't come at me like that.” She checked him.

“Why you gotta be defensive all the time?” he whined.

“Are we gon' finish playin', or are you gonna sit up here and bitch and moan?” Zoë rolled her neck, now aggravated by his presence.

“I swear to God if you weren't so fuckin' fine, I would have been fucked you up by now.” Vito grabbed a handful of her ass.

Easing his hands off of her ass, Zoë stepped back as she and Legend caught eyes.

She and Vito continued to play another round of darts, while Legend eyed her the whole time. The way he looked at her had Zoë feeling confused and wanted at the same time. Every time she looked over at Legend, she felt a strong jolt of electricity run through her body.

Needing some room to breathe, she told Vito that she was going to the bathroom. Since the entrance to the bathroom was out of Vito's eyesight, she leaned up against the wall outside of the restroom and caught her breath.

“You need me to get you something to drink? 'Cause you looking a little hot, ma,” Legend teased.

“What do you want?”

“I want you,” he whispered, standing in front of her with his hand pressed up against the wall.

“If you wanted me so bad, you would've called.”

“Look, I'm gon' be up front with you. I'm a very busy man, but I make time for the things that are important to me.”

“So, let me guess. I'm supposed to be important to you,” Zoë said in a sarcastic tone.

Thinking for a minute before he answered, Legend said, “Yeah, you are.”

Laughing, Zoë replied, “Y'all niggas ain't shit.”

“I'm being real, ma. There's something about you.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Zoë waved him off and began to walk away. Grabbing her hand, Legend stopped her.

“Come on. Let's get out of here. I can tell you don't want to be here with that nigga. Look at him—he's a lame.” Staring over at Vito, Zoë knew that everything that Legend said was true. Vito was nothing but a wanna-be gangsta.

“I can't do him like that.”

“Why not? Fuck that nigga.”

“'Cause it ain't right,” she lied.

“Look, just tell him you have to use the pay phone. I'll be outside waiting in my truck.”

“I don't know why I'm even considering going anywhere with you.”

“'Cause you want me just like I want you.” He smiled, showing off his pearly white teeth.

“Ugh, all right. Here I come!”

 

 

“What took you so long?” Vito asked.

“It was a long line.” Zoë ignored him, grabbing her purse off the stool.

“Where you going now?” he asked, irritated.

“I left my cell phone at home. I need to go outside and use the pay phone.”

“Here, you can use mine.”

“Nah, I don't want you knowing my business like that. I'll be right back.”

Grabbing his dick as Zoë walked out the door, Vito whispered to himself, “I'm gon' put a hurting on that pussy tonight.”

Just as planned, Legend was parked out front in his all-black G-wagon. Zoë wondered if she had made the right decision as she hopped into the car. Too much about him screamed,
He'll break your heart
. Ignoring it, she told herself that she was in control and that he wouldn't get anywhere near her heart.

“So, where to, shorty?” Legend asked, as if he didn't already know.

“Your place.”

 

 

Zoë knew that she had no business being up in Legend's crib. Normally she wouldn't have thought twice about fucking a nigga so soon, but Legend was different. Something about him drew her in whenever she was around him, and she hated it.

Sitting on the edge of his butterscotch leather framed bed, she glanced around the room. The brotha was smooth. He had candles lit and the melodic, soft, sensual sounds of John Legend filled her ears. “She Don't Have to Know” was playing in the background.

Legend reentered the room with a bottle of Chandon and a bowl of strawberries and placed them on the nightstand.

“Let me get that for you,” he said as he began to unbuckle the straps on her wedges.

“Nice move.” She smiled.

He took both of her feet into his hands and massaged them until she let out a subtle moan.

“Ooh, that feels good.”

After a ten-minute massage, Legend got up and fixed them both a glass of champagne.

“Let's make a toast,” he suggested.

“To what?”

“To me and you,” he replied as he clinked glasses with Zoë.

“That sounds good to me.”

“Here, take a bite.” Legend placed a perfect, red, ripe strawberry to her mouth. As she bit down into the sweet fruit, juices dripped from Zoë's lips. Making his move, Legend swiftly licked every drop. He leaned her back onto the bed and continued to devour her wet lips. Zoë parted her legs wide.

“Damn, girl, what you tryin' to do to a nigga?”

“What you talkin' about?” Zoë asked, confused.

“You open up nice. Who taught you how to spread them legs that wide?” he joked.

“Don't play.” Zoë laughed as he resumed kissing her lips. “Look, we can do this, but don't mess up my hair,” she instructed, breaking the kiss.

Laughing a little, Legend continued to tantalize her tongue with his. As he lifted her shirt over her head, Legend saw that she wore no bra.
Damn, her titties sit up like that
, he thought. As he flicked his tongue across each of her nipples, Zoë's entire body began to shudder. With another strawberry in hand, Legend squeezed it and let the juices pour all over her breasts.

“Umm,” Zoë moaned, biting down into her lip.

Licking and sucking until not a drop was left, he pulled down her jeans. Ready to taste the kitty, he snatched off her pink thong and threw it across the room. Legend grabbed two more strawberries from the bowl and pushed her legs back. He squeezed one of the strawberries until her pussy was covered with juices. For a minute, he stared at her pink clit and admired the way it looked as it glistened underneath the light of the candles. As he lightly licked her pussy, he felt her clit jump from excitement.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Flicking his tongue across her clit, he watched as it jumped again. Flicking his tongue even faster, he watched as her clit danced around his tongue.

“Ooh, shit!” Zoë screamed, grabbing his head. She tried containing her emotions, but Legend's tongue was driving her insane. From then on, he was certified with a hurricane tongue.

Zoë arched her back as he inserted two of his fingers inside her pussy. Working his fingers in and out, Legend licked her clit, causing her to scream out his name.

“Legend!”

“Damn, baby, you taste good.” He licked again.

With her eyes rolled back into her head, she moaned, “Baby, I can't take it no more. Put it in.”

Paying her no mind, Legend parted her legs even wider. He grabbed the other strawberry and inserted it inside her pussy. Repeatedly, he sucked the strawberry in and out, causing enough friction to make her cum. He licked and sucked her pussy while eating the strawberry at the same time. Then he began to massage her clit with his thumb.

“Fuck!” Zoë screamed as she eyed his head swishing around her pussy.

As he flipped her over, Legend licked and kissed her ass while still massaging her clit. Zoë came again, all over his fingers, then fell limp onto the bed.

With a broad smile on his face, Legend got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. Breathing heavily, Zoë rolled back over. As she gazed up at the ceiling, she tried her best to catch her breath. She had to prepare herself for some
D
—
D
as in dick, that is.