Long As You Know Who You Belong To (10 page)

“
Why?!” I shouted.

Nakami stood calmly in the foyer mirror, surveying
her neck for bruises. “Oh, now it ain’t funny is it?”

I remained silent and clenched my fist together. In
my mind, woman beaters are pussyies, but Nakami was encouraging the
beast in me to come out and play. And that nigga didn’t care if you
were a man, woman, child, dog, cat, or God. You could get it just
like anybody else could.

“
Who you been entertaining in my house,
Grey?”

“
My house,” I corrected her.

“
Minor details,” she said with a roll of the eye
and a shrug. “Who have you been entertaining in my house?!”

“
Nobody.”

“
Nobody, huh? Then whose wine is that in the
refrigerator?” She put her hands on her hips.

I looked at her just as crazy as she was.
“What?”

“
The wine, Grey. You drink red wine. Gaja
Barbaresco to be exact. I don’t drink wine. I prefer champagne. So
what little rat bitch have you had up in OUR crib whose taste level
is only at an Arbor Mist level?”

I looked at Nakami for a moment before I walked off.
I was liable to knock her head clear off her shoulders at this
point.

“
Oh, so you just going to walk away while I’m
asking you a question?”

“
You really off your shit, you know that?” She
just stared at me. “When ya homegirl Blu came over here a few weeks
ago, what did she bring with her?” Nakami didn’t respond, so I
continued,  “Let me go ahead and answer that for you; she
brought over a bottle of blackberry merlot by Arbor Mist. Kept
trying to get you to try it because it tasted like juice.” I walked
up on her. “You remember that?”

Nakami didn’t say anything, but the look on her face
let me know that she did remember. I wasn’t letting up so easily.
“DO YOU REMEMBER, OR NAH?!” I screamed. Nakami jumped at the bass
in my voice and tried to shrink away like a little kid. “Naw, bring
that ass back here.” I grabbed her arm and yanked her back towards
me.

“
Ow, Grey! You’re hurting me.”

“
I don’t give a fuck. You just damaged a damn near
$300,000 car…no, damn near $400,000, since I had custom work put in
on it. And you crying because I’m sinking my nails into your skin?
Fuck outta here, man.”

She wiggled a little, trying to get out of my grasp,
but I held firm.

“
I don’t care where you get the money from.
Whether you take it from your own personal stash or you go crawling
to your daddy, you will be replacing that car out there. No, you
can’t get it fixed. Scrap that shit. Buy me a brand new one just
like it. All custom everything. Since you think this shit is a
game.”

Nakami bit down on her lip, and her eyes filled with
water. I was annoyed by the audacity of her to try and shed tears
off of a situation her crazy ass has put herself in. Finally, I let
go of her arm and walked off.

“
Baby, I’m sorry! I just thought that…” She begged
and pleaded with me to forgive her for the next few minutes, and I
tuned her out. I had come this close to choking the life out of her
and ruining everything that I had built in the last few months. I
didn’t know what needed to happen, but I needed to get a leash on
this broad before my whole plan went up in smoke before I had a
chance to put it in action.

That ordeal had happened less than eight hours ago.
Now I had to swallow my pride and get on one knee. My patience was
running thin, and I was damn near ready to bust my gun and
jeopardize my money flow to get rid of this migraine named Nakami.
But I ain’t no quitter. For nothing. So I was going to take a deep
breath and go back out there to that dinner and secure my
future.

“Steph, man, look. I need to be on that show.
Whatever you need to do to put me on or get an audition, do it.
That’s what I’m paying you for. Please don’t call again unless you
have good news, ma.”

I hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch in
frustration. Conversations with my agent had been more stressful
lately. Seems like the TV industry only wanted to hire models as
background niggas, and I ain’t never been a background nigga. The
fact that I had been working my ass off at these acting classes and
working privately with an acting coach added more angst to my
frustration, because I felt like I had the juice and nobody was
willing to give me a chance.

Knock knock.

Who the hell?
I was not in the mood for
company. Begrudgingly, I pulled myself off the couch and answered
the door. Blu barged in, attacking my lips with force. I almost
tumbled over as she barreled her way in. I pulled back from the
kiss, holding on to both of her arms and looked at her
strangely.

“What the hell, Blu?”

She huffed. “What? I missed you.”

I threw her the side eye and let go of her. Closing
the front door, I walked past her and back into my large living
room, heading straight to the adjacent bar.

“Who pissed in your Cheerios?” she asked.

“Why are you here?”

“What do you mean? I just told you I missed you.” I
heard her fall into the plush leather sofa behind me. I reached for
the bottle of Remy V and poured myself a double shot without asking
Blu if she wanted one.

“Blu, I ain’t spoke to you in two weeks because when
I asked you to be my girl, you dipped in the middle of night and
started ignoring my calls. You wanted to be done. That’s what I got
by your actions. So we’re done.”

“Can you get out your feelings? It wasn’t nothing
personal, Kimani. It was just-”

“Nothing personal?” I laughed and then threw back my
shot. “It was all personal. I ain’t been in a relationship in damn
near five years, I choose you as the person that I want to be with
and you get ghost? You can stay ghost, bruh.”

I was irritated now. Blu was a cold piece of work in
every sense. She was bad than a mothafucka. Body tight, skin a
beautiful muted shade of caramel, sexy brown eyes, and lips like
pillows. She was also a damn acrobat in the bedroom, a gourmet chef
in the kitchen and she made her own money. But her heart was locked
in a cold ass ice box that she refused to let me melt. Blu had
waltzed into my life, opened me up, and shut me down in a matter of
six months.

She’d done everything I’d wanted my woman to do
except commit. And I don’t know why she wouldn’t! I knew she wasn’t
seeing anyone else. But I’m not chasing behind a chick. I don’t
have the need to. I got chicks on speed dial that can take care of
every need I may come across, so the fact that Blu was playing a
nigga was laughable.

We’d been seeing each other since Grey’s club opening
and, unbeknownst to her, I had fallen for her on the spot. Not to
sound like a fruity ass nigga, but something in me felt the need to
show her love. To give her all of me. And I felt like I had.
Apparently, she either wasn’t ready for someone to love her or she
ain’t recognize a real nigga when he presented himself to her.
Either way, I’d done all I could to show her and I wasn’t about to
continue to look dumb.

“I never said that we were done!” Blu popped up from
the couch.

“Your actions said enough.” I walked back to the bar,
prepared to pour myself another shot. I felt her presence and the
smell of her Marc Jacobs perfume simultaneously. She ran her long
decorated fingernails up my chest and pressed her face against my
back. I hated that I felt some type of way about this girl. My dick
jumped in my sweats, clearly more excited about her presence than
my heart was.

“Baby…” she whined.

I wiggled out of her grasp and poured another shot. I
hated that her voice sent goosebumps through me and I kept
envisioning her pouty lips all over my body. But fuck her, bro!

“Don’t act like that, Mani. I was just…surprised. And
confused. I didn’t see it coming.”

“You didn’t see it…” I stopped talking because I felt
the anger mounting. “Aight. You’ve had time to think about it. So
are you going to be my woman?” I felt like a sucker for even asking
again.

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
She stood there staring at me searching for the right words but
there were none. She didn’t want the commitment, and I was tired of
just fucking her. I’d been there and done that with my fair share,
but I was ready for something more stable. But I knew I shouldn’t
have to force her. I was twenty-six, paid as fuck, handsome as
fuck, dope as fuck, building myself a legit brand… and this
confused bitch didn’t know a catch when she saw one? Okay, I didn’t
mean to call her a bitch. But she was right; I was in my
feelings.

“Don’t even worry about it, ma. That’s the last time
I’m going to ask. If you need to get your stuff from here, feel
free. But I got shit to do soon, so you’ll have to make it
quick.”

 I took the second shot and downed it, slamming
the glass against the bar before walking away. Blu grabbed my arm
roughly, and I looked at her like she had lost her mind. “Blu,
don’t embarrass yourself, ma. You wanted to make your exit, so
that’s what I’m allowing you to do.”

“That’s not what I wanted. I just want to continue
how we are.” She looked like she was on the verge of tears. My
first instinct was to change my mind about letting her step. I
wanted to grab her ass and fuck some sense into her, but I knew
that she was too closed off for me to change how she felt right
now.

“And I want you to be mine. What are two stubborn
people to do?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Not to be rude but-”

She cut me off. “You got shit to do. I hear you, boo.
Loud and clear.”

Without another word, she turned around and walked
away. I couldn’t stand to watch her go, so I headed upstairs to get
dressed, wishing that she had decided differently.

Sweat dripped off my forehead and plopped right onto
the curve of Nakami’s back as I stroked her. Her ass was tooted to
the perfect angle, and I was trying my hardest to control my nut
and let her get hers first. 

"Oooh, G. Yesss," she groaned. 

Swinging her head around to look at me, she began to
throw her ass back on me, matching the rhythm of my thrust. She
clenched her muscles around me and rolled her hips, making me
squeal like a little bitch. I bit down on my lip and closed my
eyes, careful not to look at her face because I knew for sure that
I would bust on sight.  I felt a dread fall loose from my
ponytail, and I hastily threw it off my face. I thought I had
finally willed my nut away for a few more seconds until Nakami
knocked my hands off her ass, bent forward so that her head was
damn near in-between her knees, and used her hands to spread her
ass wide. 

"Fuuuuckkk," I hissed. 

See, the thing about crazy bitches is that their sex
game was fire. Good girls always wonder why we can’t seem to leave
the crazy ones alone, and this was that exact reason why. Keeping
her position, Nakami started to buck wildly and the sound of her
ass slapping against my body caused me to grip her hips, dig my
nails into her flesh, and release all up in her. I knew I didn’t
want her nutty ass having none of my kids, but my small head
overruled my big head at the moment and I couldn’t help but
marinate inside her for a few more minutes. We finally collapsed
onto the bed, and she wiggled her way over to me and laid her head
on my chest. I rolled my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to push
that bitch off me and dip, but I had to keep it together. 

“You want something to eat, babe?” she asked
sweetly. 

“Naw, I’m good. I just want to chill for a
minute.” 

Nakami got up and walked out of the room stark naked.
I could feel myself getting hard at the sight of her and tried to
talk myself out of it. The more dick you provided, the crazier they
get. And Nakami was already missing a few screws, so I wanted to
stop sexing her. But I knew if I did she would get suspicious,
and I didn’t need those types of problems either. 

My phone buzzed, shaking me out of my thoughts, and I
reached for it. Surprised, I sat straight up in the bed and
answered the call. “What up, bro?” 

“I can’t call it. What you on?” Kimani's voice rang
through the phone. This nigga had been MIA for a couple weeks,
so I was little shocked to hear from him.

“On chill.” 

“Fa sho. Aye, you want to hit this little event with
me real quick? It’s an industry thing and I got a plus one and
shit.” 

“What? You ain't asking Blu to accompany
you?” 

“Man, I don’t even want to get into that. We done,
bro.”

“Damn, what happened?” 

Nakami walked back into the room with a bowl of
strawberries, a glass of ice, and a bottle of champagne tucked
under her arm. 

“She just ain't trying to be tied down. I was
putting in work, trying to get her on my team and she played me off
like my name ain't hot or something. I'm not feeling that,
bro.” 

“You should be- AHHH!” I jumped at the unexpected
sensation on my manhood. “What was that?”

I looked down and Nakami was buried in-between my
legs with a cube of ice between her teeth. She rubbed the ice up
one side, flicked the ice cube into her cheek, and deep throated
me, creating a cold to hot sensation that almost made me drop my
phone. Damn, she was cold with it! The only good thing that had
come out of proposing was the new bag of sex tricks she had
unleashed on a nigga. It was like once she had that rock on her
finger, she became a porn star. My knees buckled, as she used her
hand to stroke me in rhythm with her mouth.

“Bro, you there?” I heard Kimani ask.

I opened up my mouth to respond, but I felt the tip
of her tongue at the base of my dick and the only thing that could
come out my mouth was a hiss.