She's Gotta Have It: A Hood Love Story (13 page)

He leaned down and kissed my inner thighs slowly, and then up my body to suck my nipples. His mouth felt so disgusting on my body, and I wanted to throw up. I sniffled lightly, and he looked into my face and laughed.

"You do this all the time," he said matter-of-factly.

He yanked me up by my hair, and shoved his medium sized dick into my mouth. He fucked my face hard and fast, as he grunted loudly throughout the room. He pushed me off his dick, and I thanked God he didn't cum. He flipped me over and spread my ass cheeks slowly, before licking between it. I jumped a little, and he smacked my ass.

"Stay still," he ordered as I listened to him rip a condom open with his mouth.

I listened as he rolled it down, and then winced in pain as he grabbed my hair. He rammed into me, but he wasn't big enough for it to be too painful. Tears ran down my face and dropped onto his beautiful comforter, as he fucked me like a hoe on Figueroa.

"Uh! Uh!" he moaned like a little bitch boy as he felt himself about to cum. He bit the nape of my neck so hard, I was sure that I was bleeding.

"Ahhhhhhh!" we screamed out together, except he was screaming from cumming and I was screaming because of my neck. He pushed me and I fell on my stomach.

"Go clean yourself up and leave. Meet me next week, and I will have some people who can bring your sketches to life so you can see some demos. Goodnight," he said and grabbed his clothes to leave. As soon as he left, I cried hysterically. I felt so low.

I got home an hour later, and Qadir was watching TV. "Hey babe, what's wrong?" he stood up.

"Nothing, why?" I asked.

"Because your makeup is running down your face like you've been crying," he frowned. He looked so angry, and I knew I couldn't tell him.

"Oh, I just found out my grandma died," I lied.

"I thought she was dead already." He exhaled.

"No, this is my father’s mother," I said before going to the bathroom. "Ah!" I yelped as I peed. Because I was dry when Latif entered me, he ripped some vaginal tissue.

I cried again, and Qadir busted in. He lifted me to kiss my lips, but I turned away. I just had Latif's dick in my mouth, and I didn't want to kiss him.

"Baby, what the hell is wrong?" Qadir frowned, obviously knowing my grandmother story was a lie.

"Nothing Q! Just leave me alone right now!" I cried and pushed him lightly. He kissed my cheek and then left the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth, flossed, and then rinsed, before turning on the shower. I scrubbed my body so hard and long that I was red all over. I took this time to let out the loudest cry, because I knew the shower water would cover it up.

After my shower, I climbed into bed with Qadir. He cuddled up behind me and hugged me tightly.

"I love you Zooey, so whenever you get ready to let me know what's wrong with you, I'm here, okay?" he whispered into my ear and tightened his grip around my body.

I didn’t say anything. I put my arms on top of his strong ones. I felt so safe with him hugging me like this. Tears slipped out of my eyes, as I cried silently.

"Hug me tighter," I sniffled and he did so. He kissed the nape of my neck, and then the back of my head.

Y'all are just a bunch of bitches on the come up
. Latif's words replayed in my mind for the rest of the night.

Josalyn

I sipped my Starbucks decaf iced latte, and swayed my hips to Cassian's new single "Compton City Dreams". It was a song about him growing up in the hood of California, and how he dreamed of making it out one day, which he clearly did.

Today he was shooting the video for it, and unfortunately, the expenses were coming out of his own pockets. I hated to see my baby like this, but he was a hustler so he wouldn't fold. After a couple hours of shooting, I was tired and needed to eat some food. Cassian gathered his things, and then we headed out to his car in the parking lot.

"You did good baby daddy," I smiled up at him. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss my lips.

"Aye, y’all coming through?" his cousin Denver yelled over the parking lot.

"You feel like being out?" Cassian asked me.

"If you want to, I'm okay with it. I just need food," I nodded.

"Oh yeah, you need to feed my baby," he smirked. "Aight, we'll come through after we get her some food," he said to Denver and he nodded.

After getting me a huge burger from Jack In The Box, we went over to Denver's house. His home was a nice size, but very far from the size of Cassian's. When I walked in, "Wrist" by Chris Brown was playing loudly, and it was about twenty people drinking, socializing, and smoking. I immediately wanted to go home, because all I could think about was what Khalid had done to me. I felt a kiss on my cheek from Cass, and I immediately felt better knowing he was here with me. He shook a couple peoples’ hands, and then we sat down to relax.

"Aye, ain't your sister named Andi?" one dude chuckled and took a pull on his blunt.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"So what's up with you? You a toss up too?" he snickered.

"Aye, chill out with yo’ disrespectful ass comments muthafucka!" Cassian shouted and stood up.

"Damn nigga, that's your girl or something?" the guy sneered, trying to be funny. "I hope not, ‘cause everybody knows how the Richardson bitches get down," someone else commented.

Everyone in the world knew I was Cassian's girl, so I knew they were purposely fucking with him.

Next thing I knew, I heard a gun click and everyone tensed up. Cassian had pulled a gun out on the whole room.

"This beautiful young lady right here is my girl, and soon to be the mother of my child. I will murk any muthafucka who disrespects her in any way. Now does anybody have any more comments? Please decide if it's worth your life or not, because my trigger finger is itching to pull something right now," Cassian shouted as he circled the room with his gun. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin needle drop on carpet. "Thought so. Carry on," Cassian said after no one spoke up. He walked over to me, snatched me up, and then we left.

The ride home was quiet, and I kept looking at the side of Cassian's handsome face as we sped home in his Mercedes. We finally stopped at a red light, so I reached over to caress his chin hairs.

"I love you," I said quietly. I leaned over to kiss him, and he turned to me to accept it.

"I love you too," he half smiled, and then pulled off when the light turned green.

Once we got home, I made us some cocoa with the Keurig, and then changed my clothes as it cooled. I grabbed my mug, and slid into bed with only my thin gown on. Cassian walked out the bathroom in only boxers, and his muscles seemed to be calling my name. Once he got in bed with me, I handed him the mug of hot chocolate I'd made him.

"You haven't been hanging with your sisters right?" he raised a brow.

"No," I shook my head.

"Maybe it's best you don't hang with them at all right now. At least not in public." He shook his head and sipped his drink.

"I hadn't planned on it," I sighed.

"I know, but just in case you were thinking about it," he replied with a concerned expression.

"Okay. They haven't talked to me anyway, and I haven't talked to them either," I exhaled.

"Why?" he frowned in confusion.

“‘Cause I don't want to thot and bop,” I responded and we both burst into laughter. He set his cocoa down on the nightstand to his left before speaking.

"You better not be thottin' and boppin with my baby in you," he smiled and bit his lip.

"Even if I didn't have your baby in here, I wouldn't be," I cheesed as he rubbed my thighs.

"I know you wouldn't, because I would hurt yo’ ass," he said in a low sexy tone, as he kissed my neck. I set my mug down, and chuckled as his soft kisses tickled my neck. "You know better than to give my pussy away," he whispered as his hands made their way to my opening.

Damn, Cassian always turned me on. The way he talked to me, touched me, everything. From my neck, he made his way to my lips as he penetrated me with his finger.

"Lay back and let daddy eat it," he said biting his lip and locking eyes with me.

See! Shit like that, already had me soaking wet. I laid on my back, and before I was flat down, he had my panties off, and my gown up by my breasts.

"Caasss!" I whimpered as he slowly and gently licked and sucked my button. He fingered me feverishly, while sucking me slowly, and the contrasts of speed drove me crazy. "Babbbyyyyy," I panted as he went to work on me. I came hard as hell, and that didn't slow him up as usual. He pushed my legs towards me, and went even harder in the paint. My pussy was so wet and he just licked it all up, and continued devouring me. "Please Cass…" I whined as I came for the third time. He sucked me dry, and then finally got up to take his boxers off. He flipped me over and wiggled his big dick into me from behind.

"Ooohhh," we whispered in unison at the feeling of one another. He grabbed my waist tightly, and slowly pumped me in a circular motion.

"Spread your legs some more," he panted and I did as I was told. He reached around front and started to play with my clit, as he thrust into me from behind. "Fuck Josalyn," he moaned and sped up his magnificent strokes. He bent down and tugged and sucked on my earlobe, making me cum hard. "Look at that little pussy creaming," he commented, and I looked back at him to see him smiling. He spread my ass cheeks, and sped up his pumps.

"Ahh! Uh! I'm cumming again!" I cried out. He smacked my ass hard as fuck, making me whine.

"Shit, here it comes!" he shouted as he plowed into my sopping wet walls, with his long thick rod.

I was so filled up, and feeling every inch he had to give me. He bent down, pressing his abs against my back, and cupped my breasts as he fucked the shit out of me. He bit down on my sweaty shoulder, and toyed with my nipples, as he continued to beat my shit up doggy style.

"Oohhhh! Casss!" I whimpered in a high-pitched voice.

"Uhhhh!" he growled as he shot his seeds up into my body. Thank God I was already pregnant, because I was sure that nut would've given me triplets.

He pulled out, flipped me on my back, and dropped between my legs. I cupped his face as we kissed like two long lost lovers. He palmed my semi flat stomach, as we continued to entangle ourselves in a passionate kiss.

Chapter Twelve: Andi

"Damn," I whispered to myself as I climbed out of the cab.

It was 2am, and I'd been at the club all damn night. Zooey and I were having a good ass time, and I was drunk off my ass. Josalyn declined the invite, which kind of saddened me because I hadn't seen her in awhile. I knew she wasn't fucking with me, so I decided to give her some time.

On the bright side, Cassian put out some free mixtape and it got raving reviews. Every muthafucka from Instagram and Twitter were talking about how fire it was. I was just happy because he appeared to be back on, or at least on his way.

I strutted up to the front door, and dragged myself into the house. I closed and locked the door, then removed my Louboutins.

"Shit," I said once my sore feet hit the cold marble floors of Denim’s and my home.

I pulled my dress down, and walked upstairs to the bedroom. Denim was probably still shooting a video, or doing God knows what that I didn't want to think about. I twisted the knob on the bedroom door, and as soon as I walked in,

WHAM!

I flew into the wall, and looked over at Denim who was panting heavily with his shirt off. He had on basketball shorts, boxers, and socks.

"Denim why-"

WHAM!

This time I flew to the floor. I didn't know what was wrong with this nigga. He'd never hit me, ever. My mind immediately went to his ex Mandie, and how he beat her ass the first day I came here.

"Where the fuck you been all fucking night?" he yelled.

"I went out with Zooey," I sniffled as tears seeped out of my eyes. He snatched me up by my arm, and pushed me into the wall.

"Did you ask me if you could go to the club without me?" he squinted his eyes.

"I didn't know I had to ask," I frowned.

"I know how you get down Andi! You was out in that club looking for your next victim with yo’ hoe ass!" He twisted his face up.

"No I wasn't! I was just having fun," I cried and touched my blood-dripping lip.

He dropped to his knees and yanked my thong down to my ankles. He put his nose between my legs and then stood up.

"I guess you couldn't find no dick to sit on." He shoved me and walked over to the bed.

I bent down to pull my panties up, and then left out to take a hot shower and clean my face. Once I felt I was clean enough, and that my body was soothed to the max, I went back to our bedroom for a good night’s sleep.

Denim was still awake unfortunately, and on the phone with someone. He eyed me as I walked to my side of the bed and slid in. I turned my back to him, fluffed my pillow, and then closed my eyes to drift off. As I was almost fully in a slumber, I felt Denim lifting my left leg a little, so that he could slide into me from behind.

"Stop!" I shouted and smacked his hand.

"Sleep on the fucking floor then! If you gone be in my bed, you need to open your legs!" he growled.

I gladly sat up, grabbed my pillow, and then went and got a blanket from the linen closet. I made a nice little pallet on the floor, as Denim looked on and laughed.

"So you mad?" he chuckled as I prepared my floor bed to perfection.

I declined to respond, and then I heard the bedsprings squeak, letting me know he was getting up. I stayed focused on my new bed, as I listened to his footsteps near me. He grabbed me up as if I were a weightless rag doll, and put me on the bed. He got between my legs before I could successfully get up and move.

"I didn't mean to hit your thot ass," he snickered and showed his beautiful choppers.

I turned away and stared at the wall. He laughed and started to kiss my collarbone softly. He pulled my straps down to release my breasts, and began to suck my nipples.

"Uhh," I moaned even though I didn't want to. Next thing I knew he was sliding inside me. "You need to start wearing condoms," I said as I winced in pain.

"Be quiet and let me inside you," he ordered. I relaxed my muscles, and let his enormous size fully enter me. "You on birth control anyway," he panted as he pumped me. He leaned down and began to kiss me passionately like he always did. He humped me faster, without breaking our kiss.

"Ahhhh!" I cried out in pain and pleasure, as I tried to keep our kiss intact.

"You feel that shit? Mmmm," he grunted as he sucked my sore bottom lip. "I love you, girl," he panted as he worked himself in and out of me.

"I love you too," I whispered as I kissed him back. This nigga was out of his fucking mind.

Zooey

My lingerie line was coming along, but at a much slower pace than I wanted. Every time I would ask Latif about the progress on something, he would tell me I needed to give him something to get it. The first two times I did it, but these days I just said I would wait it out.

So far, I was waiting on him to get some models for a photoshoot. The mass production was already in place, so all I needed were the pictures. Andi suggested that I give him what he wanted, and Josalyn, over text, said I should model them myself and get someone else to take the pictures. Neither one of them gave me good ideas as you can see.

"Good morning," Noah smiled as he walked into the bedroom.

"Noah, we need to talk," I said sitting up. I was tired of fucking three niggas at one time. One time, I had to give it up to him, Qadir, and Latif all in one day, and it was not ideal. So the best thing to do was to eliminate the weakest link.

"About what baby?" he asked as he looked in the mirror and brushed his fade.

"I can't do this anymore," I exhaled.

"Do what?" he frowned and turned around to look at me.

"Us," I shrugged and got out of the bed. He started chuckling.

"No, I don't think so," he replied and went back to brushing his hair.

"Well I don't care what you think. You and I are done Noah!" I yelled a little.

"Look bitch! I left my wife for you! You think you about to just leave me after that?" he shouted as he pointed his long finger in my face.

"Go get her back! I'm sure she still wants you," I whined.

"Zooey, I want you and I'm gonna have you. There is nothing else to discuss," he responded and walked over to his closet to get dressed. I quickly put on my clothes from last night, and then rushed to get my purse.

"Where the fuck are you going?" he asked.

"Just to get some fresh air, and take my little sister to lunch," I half lied.

"Be back by nine," he said, and returned his attention back to his wardrobe.

"K," was all I said before rushing out.

I sped home, and hopped in the shower after texting Qadir to come over. After I was cleaned and dressed, I started to make some spaghetti since that was his favorite dish. When I heard a key in the door, I rushed to open it, then jumped in Qadir's arms.

"Damn, I miss you too," he grinned.

"I love you, baby," I said as I kissed his neck repeatedly.

"I love you too, Zooey. You alright?" he asked as he kicked my front door closed then locked it.

"I'm a bad person Qadir," I said as I looked up into his eyes. He carried me to the La-Z-Boy in my living room, and sat down with me in his lap.

"You're not a bad person," he replied and smiled.

"I'm not?" I chuckled.

"You're mean and crazy sometimes, but I wouldn't say you're a bad person. However, I don't like what I'm hearing about you," he huffed.

"What are you hearing?" I questioned cocking my head to the side.

"That you out here using your body to get what you want," he said with a concerned expression. I stared into his eyes and then hopped off his lap.

"Let's eat dinner." I half smiled and switched off to the kitchen. I fixed our plates of spaghetti, and then we sat down to eat.

"Zooey," he said and glared at me after taking a bite. He folded his arms over his muscular pecks, and waited for me to talk.

He was so gorgeous, especially in the rare times that he was upset with me. I loved everything about him, from his mocha complexion to his lean yet buff frame, and perfect teeth. I don't know why I didn't appreciate him before.

"It's true Qadir. But it was only so I could get-"

"I'm out," he spat standing up.

"Wait, where are you going? You haven't even eaten yet!" I shouted.

"I can't do this with you Zooey. Every girl I've dated in the past I've treated like shit. The one time I decide to do right by a girl I get shitted on. I guess its karma though. But you and I are done, baby girl. I just can't sit back while you fuck on other niggas. I never took you to be a hoe, but you are. All you care about is being on the come up. Take care." He shook his head and bolted out the kitchen. I chased after him and jumped on his back.

"Qadir please! Give me another chance! I swear I don't care about any of this stuff! I will stop it all right now baby, please!" I cried hysterically.

"Get off me Zooey," he responded sternly.

I stared at the side of his face for a couple seconds, and then slid down his back. I sobbed like a newborn in the middle of the floor, as he left my condo.

Josalyn

Two months later...

I walked into the old house I shared with Andi, because I forgot to grab my foot massager. Cassian had been massaging my feet a lot, but I needed one now and he was working.

Since his deal was no longer, he went into overdrive. All he did was write, record, shoot videos, and perform as many shows as he could. He was trying to get a new deal, and I was hoping he got one soon.

As I walked up the stairs, I heard faint sobs coming from Andi's room. I cupped my stomach, and then walked down to where she was. I lightly knocked on her door, and then pushed it open. Andi was lying on her bed faced down, wailing into her forearm.

"Andi," I said barely above a whisper.

"Oh shit," she sniffled and wiped her face. Her eye had been blackened, and her nose was busted.

"What happened to you?" I asked as I rushed up to her. She looked at my midsection as if it were an alien.

"What is that?" she shouted and pointed to my small tummy.

I had on a tight stretchy top, so it was slightly obvious today. My stomach was flat as hell, so any kind of bulge, no matter how small, was an oddity to people who knew me. If you didn’t know me, you wouldn’t think anything of it.

"I-it's my baby Andi," I stuttered because I was more focused on her face.

"Baby? What the fuck are you having a baby for!" she screamed as she stared at my stomach in horror. I know this was not a good way for her to find out.

"What kind of question is that? The real question is what happened to your face?" I hollered.

"I got into a fight! Obviously, baby mama!" she rolled her swollen eyes.

"With whom?" I asked turning her face to me.

"Denim!" She turned her lip up and slapped my hand away. "I can't believe you ruined your life for that broke ass nigga!" she added as she got up off of her bed, and sat at her make-up vanity.

"He loves me Andi," I responded dryly as I sat on her bed.

"You don't know what love is Josalyn. You're only twenty-two years old," she chuckled as she started to cover her wounds.

"Oh, and you do? You let him beat your face in and sleep around, yet you never leave! You don't even cheat. You're probably the perfect little girlfriend to his dog ass," I spat. It was slightly hard to be angry with her, because I could tell she was very wounded within.

"Shut the fuck up!" she shouted and charged me. She pounced on me and wrapped her hands around my neck.

"Andi stop! I'm pregnant!" I yelled as she tried to tighten her grip on my neck.

"You need to get rid of it anyway," she smirked down at me.

WHAM!
I punched her in her already sore eye, and she fell back screaming.

"Andi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you that hard," I said hopping up and dropping to the floor where she was. I kissed her temple and rubbed her head.

"Leave Josalyn," she cried as she rocked back and forth holding her eye. Her body jerked as she sobbed.

"Andi, let me take you to the hospital, please," I begged and hugged her tightly. I loved my sister so much, and I hated to see someone treat her like this, regardless of her ways.

"Get away from me with that thing poking out of you," she replied through gritted teeth, as she looked at me out the corner of her eye.

I paused and then slowly got up to leave. I pulled out my cell phone, and called for an ambulance to come get my sister. Her face looked so bad and I knew it hurt. I hated Denim with a passion, and I needed her to stay away from him. The ambulance let me know they were on their way, so I went to my room to get my foot machine. I heard a knock at my bedroom door, and then Andi slipped in.

"I'm leaving," she said as a tear ran down her once flawless mocha cheek.