She's Gotta Have It: A Hood Love Story (5 page)

The restaurant of choice was Lawry’s Steakhouse. I was not dressed for the occasion at all, but Cassian told me I still looked beautiful. He was much nicer and more down to earth than I ever imagined. I thought he was gonna be some cocky rich nigga, that pulled his dick out anywhere, and waited for you to start sucking.

“Sorry about today,” Cassian said after we placed our order with the waitress.

“It’s okay. Will we ever be able to do things like that?” I inquired.

“Yeah, we just probably have to go on a weekday. Or, I would have to have the park closed down. I don’t know why I didn’t have that done for today,” he laughed and shook his head at himself.

“So you like me?” I smiled.

I couldn’t believe I asked that, but what that girl Taniya said back at the studio had me wondering. Cassian was also very hard to read, so why not ask. I was never one to hold my tongue and I wasn’t gonna start now.

“Yeah, I think I do,” he smiled back.

“You think?” I grinned.

“Yeah I think, I need to make sure you’re not some young version of Brandi from
A Thin Line Between Love and Hate
,” he joked.

“I hate that movie, because people act like he
didn’t
do her wrong,” I laughed.

“He did do her dirty, but she took that shit too far,” he shook his head.

“I guess,” I sighed.

“Okay, you’re scaring me,” he cheesed showing all of his pretty white teeth.

“Good,” I winked and he chuckled. “What else do you like to do besides rap, and a little bit of singing?” I quizzed.

“I love going to theme parks and baseball games,” he replied. “I used to play baseball in high school, and I miss it a lot, so watching it kind of takes me back. I still play sometimes just to condition my body,” he added.

All I could think about was how his conditioned-body looked. Cassian wasn’t one of those rappers that went shirtless in his videos and stuff, so I didn’t know what his body looked like. He was the intellectual type, the kind that dropped knowledge in his verses. I have never heard him rap about having money, hoes, and jewelry; not unless it was a part of a story he was telling.

“I love baseball games too!” I beamed. That was one thing Craig and I had in common as well.

“For real? I’m gone have to take you to one,” he chuckled. “Who is your favorite team?” he inquired.

“I like the Chicago Cubs, and of course the Dodgers since I’m from L.A,” I nodded. “You?”

“Cool, I’m definitely a Dodgers’ fan. Where did the Chicago Cubs come from though?” he raised a brow.

“My grandparents are from Chicago, but they moved here before my mother was born. My grandpa loved the Cubs, so I grew up being a fan of them,” I answered and he nodded approvingly.

“That’s dope Pretty,” he half-smiled. I loved that little nickname he’d given me.

“Are you an only child?” I questioned.

“I have a younger brother named Caysen, but he’s living up in Seattle right now,” he replied. “Don’t you have sisters?” he furrowed his brows.

“I do. I have two older sisters named Andi and Zooey, and then a younger brother named Lockelyn,” I responded.

“Nice,” he nodded. “Where are your parents?” he quizzed.

“Honestly, I don’t even know. They kind of had us and dropped us off to my grandparents. Even when my grandparents were murdered, they didn’t show up. I only really know what my mom and dad look like because of pictures,” I chuckled nervously.

“Crazy. You said your grandparents were murdered?”

“Yes, someone broke in while my sisters and I were out, and killed them. My grandmother was shot in the face, and my grandfather in the back of the head,” I responded.

“I’m sorry to hear that Josalyn. I’m sure they would be proud of who you’ve become though,” he half-smiled and I nodded.

“Where are your parents?” I asked.

“My mom lives in Nevada with her boyfriend who is my age, and I wouldn’t know my dad if I walked past him on the street. He did reach out when I first got on in the music business, and I was more than happy to meet him. But he stood me up and then tried to contact me later on for a check,” he pursed his lips.

“That’s crazy. Did you give him the money?” I wondered.

“Yeah, I wrote the check because he is my dad, but after that I didn’t take any more of his calls,” he huffed and nodded. Wow, he was a really good person.

“That’s his loss though Cass. Anyone would be lucky to have a son like you,” I rubbed his hand, and he leaned down to kiss mine.

His lips were so soft and warm, especially in the cold atmosphere. My body tingled, and I slowly slid my hand back to my side.

We had pretty good conversation over the course of dinner. I wasn’t expecting him to be able to have an intelligent conversation like that, but I guess I should’ve known by listening to his songs. He reminded me a lot of J. Cole and Kendrick Lamar.

I agreed to let him come over to my house, because I wasn’t ready to go to his. I knew Andi would be gone, and I didn’t want our little date to end.

“So why are you single Josalyn?” he asked as we laid in my bed, fully clothed and on top of the covers.

“I’ve just been scared I guess,” I answered staring at the ceiling.

“Of what?” he questioned.

“I guess of losing someone. My ex died two years ago, and I haven’t been able to date anyone else since,” I admitted.

“Damn,” he exhaled. “You think you’re ready now?” he asked and turned on his side to face me. I did the same so that we were face to face, lying on our hands.

“Yeah, I am. What about you, where’s your girlfriend?” I quizzed with a faint smile.

“I’ve always put my career first, and it’s always paid off. But now it’s like I don’t have anyone but groupies of course,” he responded. “I’ve had girlfriends before, but I didn’t take it as serious as I should’ve.”

“You like groupies?” I cheesed.

“They’re convenient at times, when you don’t have anybody legit,” he nodded and chuckled. “It’s better than jacking off, I tell you that. I just don’t like all the drama that comes with it. Most of those chicks only trying to suck your dick, hoping to get famous, which is why I treat them hoes like shit,” he said.

“Yeah, I see chicks fighting over you on the Internet all the time,” I laughed and so did he. “I even got a couple comments on my shit because of you,” I added.

“Sorry about that,” he grinned.

“It’s cool. I don’t entertain drama, it’s not my style. My grandma once told me, ‘if the other woman said your man took her to the movies, honey he probably did’,” I whispered.

“That ain’t always true. People lie,” he frowned.

“Yes, but women only act that way if they’ve gotten some sort of attention. It may not have been the movies, but it was definitely some dick,” I half joked.

“Yeah, I guess you right,” he replied looking into my eyes.

His lips looked so appetizing, and his brown sugar complexion made me want to caress his face. I had yet to kiss him, and I really wanted to. I was surprised he hadn’t made a move on me during these past couple of weeks. I was starting to think he just wanted me as a homie, but his constant flirting kept me on the fence.

“So, you want something serious?” I inquired as I rubbed his smooth cheek.

“Yeah, I do,” he said in a low tone.

He lifted my chin and pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way his mouth felt against mine. I hadn’t kissed anyone in forever. He pulled me close to him, and the warmth from his body caused a moan to escape my mouth. His hands roamed all over my body, and he squeezed my ass gently but roughly, while tonguing me down. It was a damn ocean down between my legs already. I reached over behind him and cut the lights off. For the rest of the night, we kissed and kissed until we fell asleep. I could get used to this.

Chapter Five: Andi

After that little brawl Shakina and I had, if you want to call it that, I was more determined than ever to hurry up and kick Hollis to the fucking curb. I would get that bitch back one of these days, but for now, I needed to focus on getting on the next train to stardom.

“Good morning babe,” I spoke to Hollis as he walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning. Where are you going?” he frowned and reached down into his boxers to scratch.

“Just have to run a few errands,” I lied.

See, what I thought was bad publicity turned out to be good publicity. Yeah, people were making fun of me, but they were also tapping that follow button and spreading my name everywhere. I may have had an ugly situation tied to me, but it had definitely gotten me some notoriety.

I had plenty of pictures of myself from little photo shoots that I’d done in bikinis and other scantily clad clothing, which caught the eye of this singer named Blaze. Blaze’s manager ended up direct messaging me to hire me for his video, and today was the shoot.

“When will you be back? I wanted to take you out,” Hollis asked as he hugged me from behind. I was repulsed by his touch at this point, because I had my eyes set on Blaze.

“I should be back around 6pm,” I smiled as he kissed my neck.

“Okay cool,” he replied.

After eating breakfast, I quickly packed a couple things, and left while Hollis was showering. I didn’t want him getting suspicious as to why I had a packed bag. I wasn’t sure if Blaze had more paper than Hollis, so I didn’t want to sever my ties with him just yet.

I pulled up to this big studio down in Beverly Hills, and was escorted onto the set. I couldn’t wait to see Blaze up close and personal. There were three other girls there, but I wasn’t worried at all. Nobody walking on this earth could compete with Andi Richardson, okay.

While they made small talk, I kept to myself, because there was no need to be buddy-buddy with these hoes if they were in the same place in life as me. Introduce me to some bitches that were ahead of me in life, and then I would be interested in being home girls.

Finally, Blaze walked over to us and we all stood up to greet him. I looked one hundred times better than all of them, so I knew he would be keeping an eye on me.

“And what’s your name sweetheart?” he asked me.

“Andi,” I replied licking my lips.

“Oh right. You’re DJ Hollis’ girl right?” he frowned.

“Maybe,” I smirked and so did he. I didn’t want Blaze, or anyone else for that matter, thinking I was off limits because of Hollis.

Once our little introduction was over, the girls and I were escorted to a room to wait for our turn in front of the camera.

“Excuse me ladies,” I said as I stood up and walked out.

I went down the hall and found Blaze’s dressing room. I didn’t even bother to knock, before I slipped in to see him.

“Oh, hey you,” he chuckled in his deep raspy voice. He sang in a high falsetto, so it was funny to me that his talking voice was so deep.

“What's up?” I raised a brow as I locked the door.

I didn’t have time to talk. Why talk when my honey pot could do it for me? While the girls and I were waiting to meet him, I Googled him some more. Blaze was paid up the ass, and if I gave him some, maybe he would come my way and I could give Hollis back to Shakina.

I walked up to Blaze and ran my small hand over his crotch. “You’re forward as fuck,” he said licking his lips.

“I am. I bet you like that though,” I smiled.

“How old are you?” he asked.

“I’m twenty-five. You?”

“Freshly twenty-one,” he grinned. Ugh.

“Now that we got that out the way,” I smirked as I unbuckled his jeans.

He moved his hands out of the way to let me do my job. I took his dick into my mouth, and bobbed up and down on it real sloppily. He grabbed my hair roughly, and pushed my face into his pelvis. I didn’t miss a beat as he humped upward, fucking my face. His dick was only like six and a half inches, so it wasn’t much to deal with. I bet his little female fans thought he was packing, but little did they know, he wasn’t even working with shit.

“Shit!” he called out as he came.

I spit that shit out in the trashcan, then reached in my purse for some mouthwash. As I was bending over, he came behind me, lifted my skirt, and slid inside me. I fell onto the couch a little bit, as he pumped into me like a fucking jackrabbit; typical young nigga. I hadn’t planned on fucking him like this, but I just let it ride out. He was missing all my spots, and I wasn’t even in the mood to fake moan. I was quiet as a church mouse as he got his rocks off.

“Fuck!” he yelled, as he pumped harder, obviously about to cum.

I hit my head on the wall, as he humped me hard one last time, and fell onto me while releasing into my body. I can’t believe he fucked me raw. I was kind of mad, but I knew this would soon pay off. You could tell he was an amateur to this groupie game.

“Oh my God that pussy is amazing!” he panted and slid out of me slowly. I didn’t even cum, but whatever.

He smacked my bare ass, and then moved back so I could get up and fix myself. “I need you to be my main chick in the video,” he said as he buckled himself up.

“Sounds like a plan,” I replied as I kissed his lips and left to join the other ladies. My life was looking up more and more every day.

***

I was at the counter of Coffee Bean paying for my drink, when I felt someone come up close to me. I quickly looked to my right, and saw Rita - Blaze's little on again, off again girlfriend.

“Did you need something?” I questioned as the cashier handed over my change.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” she asked politely.

I didn’t say anything, I just stepped over to the side so that she could say whatever she had to say. In my opinion, there was nothing to talk about, but whatever.

“Talk,” I folded my arms.

“I understand that you and Blaze had a little run in at his video shoot,” she cocked her head. This girl was no older than nineteen, I’m sure.

“Run in?” I raised a brow.

“You fucked my man?” she twisted up her lips. “I saw the texts between you two in his phone.”

“You should ask your man that, not me,” I chuckled and shook my head at her.

“Look, woman to woman, please stay away from Blaze in that way. I love him, and the more chicks that throw shit his way, the harder it is for me,” she said somberly. I almost felt bad.

“You’re having this conversation with the wrong person boo,” I waved her off.

“Please,” she grabbed my arm and I saw she had tears sitting in her eyes.

“Talk to Blaze,” I said before snatching my arm from her.

What the fuck did she think this was? She’s coming to me like I’m the only bitch Blaze has ever cheated on her with. That nigga is a twenty-one-year-old, with more money than he can count. Did she really expect faithfulness out of him? Girl bye! 

Zooey

“I haven’t seen you all damn week Zooey!” Qadir yelled as I put my makeup on. I didn’t even respond as I checked my outfit in the full-length mirror. “Hello?” he frowned.

“What?” I shouted turning my lip up.

“Zooey, babe, what’s up with you?” he asked as he neared me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Nothing Q, damn,” I replied in an irritated fashion.

“Give me a kiss,” he smirked.

I didn’t want to because I knew I’d been sucking Noah up damn near every day; however, if I said no, he’d be suspicious. I pecked his lips, but he darted his tongue into my mouth. Fuck it. I brushed, flossed, and rinsed faithfully. We kissed deeply, and I remembered how much I enjoyed fucking my man. I pulled his shirt off over his head, and began to unbuckle his pants as he raised my dress. He lifted me up with ease, and slid me down onto his chocolate dick. I hadn’t been fucked in forever, because Noah was too bitch-made to go past head. That would change soon though.

“Qadiiirr, ahhhh!” I called out as he bounced me on his long thick rod.
Damn this nigga had some good dick, only if he had connections to go with it
, I thought.

“Fuck Zooey,” he panted as he thrust into my wet walls. I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth, and sucked on it until we both released. “You should stay home today,” he panted.

“I wish,” I lied as I fixed myself back up.

Once I convinced Qadir that we could spend some time together later this week, I was free to go over to Poppy’s.

“Good morning,” I said walking into her office, and sitting her iced vanilla latte down on her desk.

“Good morning honey,” she half smiled.

“Are you okay?” I inquired as if I cared.

“I’m just tired, that’s all,” she sighed. I turned around to leave, and headed to my area.

After working until nine at night, Poppy came and let me know that I could go ahead and leave.

“Hey, I noticed we don’t hang out anymore,” I commented as I followed behind her.

“I know. Weird right?” she cocked her head and I nodded. “Well, since it’s Friday, did you want to have a drink with me?” she asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied.

We headed to the kitchen where she prepared us some margaritas. I finally got an idea in my head. I wanted her to get tipsy as hell so that when Noah came home, we could possibly have a little fun. After a couple margaritas, I noticed Poppy still wasn’t drunk. I waited until she went to the bathroom, and crushed some ecstasy into her drink.

“Sorry about that. Whenever I drink I have to pee a lot,” she chuckled when she came back and sipped her drink.

“It’s okay.” Just as I said that, Noah entered the kitchen.

“Y’all still up?” he frowned and looked down at his Rolex.

“Yeah, we are honey,” Poppy giggled and downed her drink. A smile crept across my face, because I knew tonight was the night.

“Why don’t you, um, have a drink with us Noah?” I asked licking my lips.

“Yeah, come on babe!” Poppy slurred. Yes!

“You good?” Noah chuckled as he caught a falling Poppy.

“Yeah, yeah,” she replied waving him off.

She made him a margarita, and we all chatted a bit as he finished his. I saw Poppy was on one, so I rubbed my hand up her thigh. She tensed up and stared at me in confusion. I cupped her face, and then stuck my tongue into her mouth, as she rubbed on my breasts. I looked over at Noah, whose jaw was on the floor, as Poppy kissed my neck. I waved him over, and he hopped up with the quickness.

We headed up to the bedroom, and all began to undress while kissing. Noah and I were the main ones kissing on the lips, as Poppy kissed all down my back and ass cheeks.
Damn, has she been wanting me this whole time?
I wondered as Noah threw me onto the bed.

Poppy climbed between my legs, and started to flick her tongue over my clit. Noah entered her from behind, and pumped her feverishly as she stuck her fingers in my pussy. She was eating pussy like she had done it before.

“Ooohh!” I purred as she devoured my pussy, licking up all my juices in the process. She was going ham, like my shit was medicine to a disease she had.

All of a sudden, she stopped licking and plopped down. I looked at Noah, and then lifted her face up. She was passed the fuck out. I rolled her ass to the side, and pulled Noah close to me. He grabbed a condom from his dresser, slid it on, and then entered me.

“Fuck,” he moaned as soon as he got in. “I knew I should’ve stayed away from this shit,” he growled, referring to my good shit.

He placed my legs on his shoulders and pumped nice and slow. He bent down and started to suck my nipples hard.

“Noah… Ahhh!” I cooed. Qadir had better dick, but this wasn’t half bad. “I'm about to cum daddy!” I yelled.

“Fuck, me too,” he whispered as he sucked my lips. He sped up, making the sound of our bodies smacking together, boom through the house.

“Uhhhh!” we both shouted as we achieved an orgasm.

He left his dick inside me, and carried me to the shower. He slid out, removed the condom, and then reentered me raw in the shower.

“I been wanting to fuck you so bad,” he said in a low tone as the water ran over our bodies.

He pumped me fast as we screamed to the high heavens. Poppy could be dead for all I cared at this point.

Josalyn

One month later...

Cassian and I had been spending a lot of time together, and I felt happier in life in general. I got over the whole thing of feeling like I was cheating on Craig. It’d been a long time since I dated anyone, so I’m sure even Craig would urge me to keep up with Cassian.

It was Sunday morning, and surprisingly I heard Andi downstairs in the kitchen. I guess she was finally taking a break from being up under Hollis twenty-four seven. I heard her talking to Zooey, and I smiled because Zooey rarely ever came over. As I got out of bed, my phone chimed and I saw it was a text from Cassian.