“Why don't you just tell the truth for once in your life? It's not like this the first time I've found out about you and another bitch,” Unique snapped as she walked into her bedroom. Not ashamed of her body, she stood in the middle of her room during broad daylight and took off her clothes.
“Come on, ma, don't start. You know I love you. You're the only one who has my heart.” Tone eyed her body hungrily.
Unique's body was the shit. It had more dips and curves than a roller coaster. Her breasts sat up like two plump pillows, while her stomach was as flat as the late R&B singer Aaliyah's. Her hips were perfectly round, only slimming down to define her well-toned calves, but the best part of all was her ass. Unique had the perfect stripper's butt. It wasn't big enough to place a drink on it, but it was fat enough to catch the male species' attention.
“Are you done? 'Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that shit,” she said as she turned on the shower.
Tone stood at the bathroom door, watching her. She didn't even close the semi-frosted shower door. She wanted him to see what he had been missing. Tone could feel his dick getting harder by the second as he stood and watched her bend over to lather her legs, only to stand up again and lather her breasts. By the time Unique got under the flow of water and the soap disappeared from her body, his dick was at full attention. She noticed it after she turned off the shower and stepped out.
He handed her a towel, and she wrapped it around herself as she tried to move past him. “Move, boy,” Unique said as she bumped into him and made her way to the bed. She got underneath the sheets with nothing on.
“So, you not gon' let me explain?”
“Look, I'm about to go to sleep. Call me later.” Unique pulled the covers over her head.
“I ain't through talkin' to you.” Tone snatched the covers from her body.
“What are you doing?” she asked, annoyed.
“You gon' listen to what the fuck I got to say.”
Being a typical man, Tone thought that sex would solve everything. With both of her thighs in his hands, he slid Unique's body toward the edge of the bed. It had been two days since he had tasted her pussy. Just the sight of her perfect pink clit made his dick hard. Tone had to hit it.
Playing right along with him, Unique massaged her breasts as he placed himself in between her legs. “Ahh!” Unique squealed as Tone feasted on her kitty cat.
One good thing about Tone was that he gave some mean head. No matter how mad she was at him, whenever he went down on her, Unique always forgave him. The way he licked, probed, and sucked her clit all at once satisfied her to the fullest.
Inserting three of his fingers into her pussy, Tone finger-fucked Unique into convulsions. She came so hard that her juices were not only in his mouth but around it as well.
“Where your rubbers at?” he asked out of breath, still holding her thighs in place.
“Why?”
“'Cause we getting ready to fuck.”
“Noooo, we're not.” Unique smirked, getting up.
“Why not?”
“You think I'm gon' let you hit this after you fucked that bitch Robin? Nigga, please. You got me fucked up.”
“Oh, it's like that?”
“What? You ain't know?”
“I'm up. I ain't got time for this shit. I'ma call you later.” Tone wiped his mouth and left.
“Please don't!” she yelled after him.
Happy that she busted a nut, Unique turned over onto her side and slid off into a deep sleep. Five minutes later the phone rang.
“Hellooo?” Unique answered the phone, aggravated.
“Damn, ma, what's with the attitude?” Cezar asked.
“It's nothing. What's good wit' you?”
“Handling a little business. You still coming to my man Bigg's coming home party tonight?”
“Yeah. What time does it start?”
“The club opens up at nine o'clock, but we won't be there until eleven.”
“A'ight, me and the girls will swing through,” Unique assured before hanging up. She grabbed her alarm clock off the nightstand, set the alarm, and pulled the covers over her head until it was time to get up.
* * *
Even though it was Bigg's coming home party, you would have thought it was Unique's the way everybody showered her with attention. The girl couldn't help itâshe got love everywhere she went. Standing in the middle of the club, she and Zoë grooved to the beat of Lloyd Banks' “On Fire.”
Kiara was there too. The two had made up. As soon as she realized what a mistake she was making, Kiara had called and apologized.
With the music pumping, neon lights dancing across the room, balloons and champagne flowing, Unique did her thing. She was backing it up on some dude that she didn't even know. His hands were all on her ass, but she didn't care. All eyes were on her, and she gave the crowd just what they wantedâa show. Without hesitation, Unique took it down to the floor and popped her coochie like she was starring in a Luke video. Easing her way back up, dressed in a lemon yellow, plunging V-neck Versace dress, Unique turned around and busted into the Mono. If Unique could do one thing, it was dance, and she knew it.
Hot and perspiring, she headed to the restroom to freshen up once the DJ switched from “On Fire” to the Ying Yang Twins' “Salt Shaker.” Back to the VIP section, with a smile on her face, Unique took her place beside Cezar and the girls. Sipping on a glass of bubbly, she bobbed her head to the sound of the beat, but Unique couldn't have been more miserable. She had a big-dick nigga who gave her any and everything that she wanted, but still she wasn't happy. That was, until Bigg walked through the door.
It was like something straight out of a music video. He came into the club and took over the spot. Every chick in the place had her eyes glued to him, even Unique. Sexy, confident, and cocky were not the words to describe him. Bigg was the pretty type. You know the kindâsexy than a muthafucka. His presence alone demanded your attention. Once you saw Bigg, everything about him would forever be embedded in your mind. Plain and simple, he was that nigga.
“Yo, who is shorty over there sittin' next to your boy?” Bigg's partna NaSheed pointed out.
“I don't know, but mami lookin' kinda right,” Bigg replied, massaging his chin as he eyed Unique.
“Yeah, homegirl is the truth.”
With both of them in full view of one another, sparks began to go off. He was in Timbs; she was in Manolos. He rocked his clothes like a prince from Harlem; she rocked her gear the fly wayâa little Paris runway mixed with a little street chic flava. Bigg was rose-golded out, and Unique was draped in diamonds. They were perfect for one another. Anybody with eyes could see that.
Donned in an all-black Billionaire Boys Club T-shirt and baggy Evisu jeans, the man turned heads. With an all-black STL hat on his head and a pair of black leather Timbs on his feet, Bigg bopped over to the VIP section. For him to have just gotten out of jail, the boy looked damn good. Unique tried her hardest not to stare, but her eyes just wouldn't focus on anything else.
Bigg's outfit complemented his mocha-colored skin, thick eyebrows, brown eyes, connecting beard and mustache, kissable lips, and braids. He stood about six feet two and weighed one hundred and eighty pounds. His body was built like an Adonis. He even had his name tattooed on the side of his neck. The man looked like he'd fuck a nigga up.
“What's really hood?” he yelled as he bopped toward Unique and Cezar.
“Look at this nigga,” Cezar said, getting up to give Bigg a hug. “What took you so long to get here?”
“You know a nigga had to cut something first.” Bigg grinned while stroking his chin.
“I feel you, but let me introduce you to the team. That big-head muthafucka right there in the throwback is Yayo.”
“What up, homey?” Yayo spoke, taking a pull from a freshly lit blunt.
“What up?” Bigg said with a head nod.
“I think Bice and that nigga Stu out on the dance floor tryin' to mack.”
“Oh, yeah,” Bigg mumbled, transfixed on the caramel honey sitting in front of him.
“Yeah, but fuck them. This the star playa on the team right here.” Cezar pointed to Unique. “Unique, this is Bigg. Bigg, this is Unique.”
“Nice to meet you.” She extended her hand and smiled.
“What's up, ma?” Bigg smiled too, showing off a mouth full of platinum teeth. He had four on the top row of his mouth.
Feeling the heat radiating off of the two, Cezar broke up their little show immediately.
“Ay, Cez, this my man NaSheed. You remember him, don't you?” Bigg continued.
Looking over at Kiara, Unique saw that she was already on NaSheed. Checking him out from head to toe, Unique agreed that NaSheed was a tender.
“Yeah, I remember dude.”
“What's up?” NaSheed said, giving Cezar a pound.
“Shit, another day, different dollar.”
“Ahem!” Kiara cleared her throat.
“What's the problem, ma? You got something caught in your throat?” NaSheed asked.
“Nah, baby, I'm just tryin' to get your attention.”
“Oh, you got my attention a'ight.” He took a seat next to her.
“So, what's the deal, homeboy? You ready to get this shit crackin' or what?” Cezar handed Bigg a bottle of Patrón.
“Nigga, you ain't said nothing but a word.”
“Excuse me, but I'm getting ready to get another drink. Y'all want anything?” Unique asked both of them. Cezar shook his head.
“Nah, shorty, I'm straight,” Bigg replied.
“A'ight, I'll be right back.”
“Damn, the game done changed that much since I've been gone?” Bigg asked as he watched Unique's ass bounce as she walked away.
“What you talkin' about, Bigg?”
“You got chicks working for you now?”
“Ay, dog, don't sleep. Li'l momma doing her thing. I trained her up right. Y'all might be working together, so be cool.”
“Yeah, a'ight, if you say so.”
Bigg tried his damnest to hold a conversation with Cezar but was unable to get his mind off of Unique. To him she was the ultimate chick. Not only was she sexy as hell, but she was on the grind just like he was. There weren't too many females that he could say that about.
“Nigga, is you listening to me?” Cezar asked Bigg, trying to get his attention.
“My bad. What you say?”
Peeping the situation, Cezar wrapped his arm around Bigg's shoulder and said, “Hang it up. You can't pull her.”
“What?”
“Nigga, you know what the fuck I'm talkin' about. Unique is priceless. I taught her everything she knows. You my boy and all, but ain't no way in hell she gon' fall for a nigga like you.”
“How you gon' try and play me like that?”
“Hey, I'm just stating the facts. We both know that back in the day you was the biggest ho in St. Louis, so whatever game you was planning on kickin' to her, you can hang it up, 'cause Unique ain't fallin' for it.”
“I'm glad I know now that you ain't got no faith in yo' boy. I'm straight up feelin' shorty. Mami got a nice swagger about her.”
“It's whatever if you gon' holla at her, but don't say I ain't warn you.”
“Are you done?” Bigg asked, ready to handle his B.I.
“A'ight, don't say I didn't warn you!” Cezar yelled after him as he went to find Unique.
It didn't take much to find her. She stood out amongst the slew of chicken heads and skeezers.
Unique was standing at the bar when she noticed Bigg approaching her. Seeing him coming near, she blushed on the inside. She had hoped that he would follow her. The chemistry between the two was just too strong for either of them to deny.
“Yo' man gon' get to trippin' you keep on staring at me like that,” he whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Boy, please.” She laughed, feeling his dick in between her ass cheeks, and the burner that lay on his waist in her back. “And why are your hands on me?”
“Correction, my arms are wrapped around you.” He grinned. Releasing his arms from her waist, Bigg stood back, giving her space.
“What you drinkin'?”
“A blue muthafucka. Why?”
“Let me get a blue muthafucka and a Hennessy and Coke,” he told the bartender.
Unique tried not to, but she couldn't help but stare at him. The man was amazing.
“See, there you go again. Why you keep staring at me like that?”
“Ain't nobody lookin' at you.” She smirked, turning her head.
“Yes, you were. I saw you.”
“How was I staring at you?” She turned back and looked him dead in the eyes.
“You lookin' at me like you want a nigga.”
Not able to lie, Unique said nothing, knowing he was telling the truth. Being that close to him and catching a glimpse into his brown eyes, she saw a man full of promise and pain. With one look, he made her want to forget about stealing cars and playing men. From that moment on, all she would want was him.
“Oh, so I'm right?” Bigg handed her the drink.
“Thank you. And even if you were right, it doesn't mean anything. You just got home from doing a seven-year bid, and you're trying to fuck anything with a pulse. So, let me tell you something,
Mr. Bigg
. If you haven't noticed already, I'm not like most chicks. A couple lines out yo' mouth and a shiny chain is not gonna do it for me, so try again.”
“Are you serious?”