She's Gotta Have It: A Hood Love Story (7 page)

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“Cassian, I need to know who that girl was,” I said as soon as we walked into his bedroom.

He exhaled heavily, and plopped down on the edge of his huge bed. Cassian was so sexy. His toasted brown sugar complexion was smooth, his fresh fade was cut to perfection, and his perfect teeth were so beautiful as I watched them nibble on his bottom lip. His lean, yet muscular build was to die for. I walked closer to him, and got between his legs to sit on his lap.

“I promise I won’t get mad,” I half smiled and caressed the nape of his neck.

“Lani was a girl I used to date when I first got signed. It was just a real bad relationship. We fought a lot, and one time we fought so bad that she miscarried. After that happened, I couldn’t bear to look at her anymore without feeling guilty,” he shook his head and my heart felt as if it would stop.

“You hit her?” I inquired.

“No, we just argued real bad. The doctor said it was too much stress too early in the pregnancy, which is why she lost it,” he explained. “I mean, we were nineteen years old and had no business trying to act grown like we were doing.”

“My grandparents
and
parents got married before nineteen,” I raised a brow. Age was no excuse in my book.

“And they were probably mature. I wasn’t, to be perfectly honest,” he said and touched his chest. “I was just a young nigga who thought making money and fucking bitches in a house with my name on the deed was maturity. And Lani thought just because she didn’t live with her mama, and she could lie on her back that she was mature. It takes way more than that,” he added.

“That’s true. You love her?” I asked. I had to know. I was no one’s rebound bitch.

“Nah. I did, but not anymore,” he replied as he looked up into my face.

“Do you think you would ever love her again?” I quizzed as I rubbed his chin hairs.

“Nah babe. That was an unhealthy relationship all the way around. I don’t even like to count that shit as a relationship. But I know who I love right now,” he said and kissed my shoulder.

“Who?” I inquired with bated breath.

“Josalyn Michele Richardson,” he responded and laid me back on the bed to kiss me.

“You love me?” I questioned with squinted eyes. I had no idea he felt as strongly about me, as I did about him. He was a big-time rapper, in love with a regular girl.

“I do. Am I scaring you?” he smiled as he ran a finger over my collarbone.

“No, I just didn’t think-”

“A guy like me could be in love?” he raised a brow. “And so fast.”

“Exactly. I must’ve made an impression on you,” I whispered admiring his features.

“You did, and only after a couple months,” he smirked.

“It’s been four months to be exact, and I love you too,” I said as I played with his chin hairs again. I loved doing that for some reason.

“You don’t have to say it just because Josalyn. I’m a big boy, I won’t cry,” he chuckled, and the smell of his strawberry tic-tac hit my nose.

“I don’t need you to tell me that Cass, I love you for real. I didn’t want to tell you before and have you block my number,” I half joked. I wanted to wait and let him say it first, if we ever got that far.

He got between my legs, and started to suck my lips. I reached under his jacket, and started to pull it upward.

“What you doing?” he grinned. I could see he was excited as hell awaiting my answer.

“I wanna do it,” I panted. He stared into my eyes for a couple seconds. “You don’t want-” before I could finish, his tongue was back in my mouth.

He quickly reached under my dress, and tugged my panties down swiftly. He raised my upper body up, and unzipped my dress fast as fuck. Damn! He then yanked my dress down, and kissed my breasts gently. He sat up on his knees, and took his shirt and hoodie off. His abs were perfect, along with his pecks and arms. I couldn’t help myself, so I leaned up and kissed his six pack as he moved my hair back. He lightly pushed me back onto the bed, and then cupped my breasts to suck my nipples.

“These are beautiful,” he commented as he licked and sucked.

“Ooohhh,” I purred and arched my back. Lord was I missing out.

As he continued to devour my nipples, he placed his hand between my legs, and slipped his fingers inside me.

“Ahhh,” I moaned softly as he plunged in and out.

He let go of my nipple, and then kissed down my toned stomach until he reached my pussy. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and pulled my vagina right into his face.

“Cassiaannn!” I cried out as he worked his tongue between my hips.

I gripped the sheets as I listened to him eat me like he hadn’t eaten in months. Suddenly, my body jerked as I came in his mouth. He kept attacking, ignoring my pleas for him to stop, and soon enough I reached my peak and shivered violently.

“Babbbbbeee,” I whined as he licked slowly and gently. I bit down on my lip so hard, I thought it might bleed.

He got off the bed, and removed his jeans and boxers. His beautiful dick stood straight out and at attention. His was much bigger than Craig’s, and I was starting to have second thoughts. I climbed to the edge of the bed and took it into my mouth. I stared up into his eyes as I worked my mouth up and down on it.

“Suck your dick baby, fuck,” he whispered and threw his head back. I jacked off the base using my saliva, as I drenched and sucked the top half. “Fuck! Josalyn!” he moaned and massaged my long hair.

He started to push my head, humping my face, and I didn’t slow up. I felt a warm liquid pour down my throat, as he jerked very lightly; it was almost unnoticeable. I slowly slid my mouth off him, and he pushed me back. He laid on top of me, and positioned his head at my opening. He pushed but didn’t get anywhere.

“It’s been awhile,” I half smiled because I was embarrassed. He smiled back, and then pushed my left leg back. “Waiiiittt Cass-” I tried to yell as I felt the pressure of his big member going inside me.

I felt like he was tearing me open, as he barged his way into my small hole. I clamped my legs against his rib cage, hoping to ease the pain. I wasn’t a virgin but it felt like it.

“Open your legs Josalyn,” he demanded and bit down on his full lip.

I did as he asked, and he finally was all the way in. He moved slowly, and kissed my lips as a few tears ran down my face. “You want me to stop?” he asked. I shook my head no, because I couldn’t speak, and because it felt good as fuck. “I love you,” he moaned as we kissed hungrily.

“I love you more,” I whispered. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as I felt the pleasure coming through the pain even more. He was pounding my spot nice and slow, and it was euphoric. 

“Damn Josalyn,” Cassian said in a low tone as he slightly picked up his speed.

He lifted off me a little bit, and then started to go ham. I took it like a G, and soon enough I was cumming all over his dick.

“Cum on it again, just like that,” Cassian stared me in the eyes as he thrust into me.

He was so fucking fine. He put my legs over his forearms and pushed them back towards me. He slammed into me and pulled out slow, repeatedly. He then pulled all the way out, and dropped down to eat my pussy again. I had never experienced sex like this. I was so damn wet that I felt like I was soaking the bed sheets.

“Fuck daddy,” I cried out as my legs jerked.

I exploded, and my legs began to tremble uncontrollably. He picked his head back up, and then slipped his dick back inside. He humped me in a circular motion, ramming into me fast and sliding out extra slow.

“Ahhhhh, uhhhh!” I whimpered as I came again.

“Yes baby, oh my gosh you’re so fucking wet,” he moaned as he looked down at his dick plunging into me. “Got damn,” he commented as he started to thumb my clit.

“Shiiittt, Cassiannnn!” I whined as I felt another orgasm coming.
How many fucking times was he gonna make me cum?
I thought. I guess my face said it because he chuckled after looking into it.

“Cum with me baby,” he smiled and leaned down to suck my lips gently. “Tell me how much you love this dick,” he added as he stared down into my face while biting his lip.

“I l-love this d-dick so mu-much Cass!” I cried out, stuttering like a muthafucka. His strokes were feeling damn near too good for me to talk.

He dipped down to suck my nipples again, not breaking his stride. He came back up, and I cupped his beautiful face knowing we were about to cum together. We kissed hard, as he pumped me harder and faster.

“Uhhhuhhhhh!” we shouted together in one another’s mouths, as we exploded.

We continued to kiss as he slowly wound his hips into me, getting it all out. I shivered under his body, as our tongues danced with each other. I was so drenched between my legs that I was starting to think I peed.

“I love you,” I panted.
Please God don’t take him too
, I silently prayed.

Chapter Seven: Andi

I bobbed my head to TLC, as I washed my body in the shower. Life was perfect right now, with the exception of Hollis. I was so over this relationship we supposedly had, before it even started. If he wasn’t all on my back about what I was doing and where I was going, he was turning down DJ jobs to sit and mope about Shakina.
Get the fuck over it! That bitch is gone!
I wanted to say to him.

Now, we rarely went out, which meant the media’s interest in me was starting to dwindle. I was not about to let this nigga ruin shit for me though.

Tonight, I told him I was going to dinner with my little sisters, but in reality, I was going to see Blaze again. His young ass was paid and in love with the pussy. I’d been letting him dip every now and then since the music video, so he was damn near sprung like Hollis. His little girlfriend’s teary-eyed speech did nothing to persuade me, as you can see.

Blaze wasn’t quite a bigger deal than Hollis, but Hollis was letting his status deteriorate, so I needed to get out fast. I wasn’t gonna be like Josalyn, chasing after some has-been ass nigga.

I stepped out of the shower, mouthing the words to “Creep” when the door flung open. “Damn nigga!” I spat as I grabbed and tightened my towel around myself.

“You fucked Blaze!” Hollis shouted.

“Nigga please, ain’t nobody fucked his young ass,” I rolled my eyes and walked out of the bathroom past him.

“Nah, you gone give me an explanation!” he yelled and turned me to face him.

“I ain’t got no fucking explanation for you, nigga! I told you I haven’t fucked him!” I screamed and snatched my arm from him.

“Oh word? Then what the fuck is this?” he frowned and showed me his iPhone.

Blaze had posted a picture of me chilling on his couch in just a t-shirt. I didn’t know what to say, so I just turned around to walk away.

“Andi, why you doing me like this?” he whined like a bitch.

“I ain’t done nothing to you. So what I fucked him, get over it. Ain’t like he’s my man. You are,” I shrugged and opened the panty drawer I had at his house.

“I should’ve known what type of bitch you were when you dissed Sam for me,” he scoffed and shook his head.

“Look, watch your mouth. It was a mistake fucking Blaze. He made me think I had to do it. It never happened again babe. He’s wishing he was you, that’s why he posted that,” I smiled and caressed his handsome face.

“Man, get the fuck off me,” he spat and slapped my hand off him. I shook my head and proceeded to get dressed for Blaze’s party tonight. “Where the hell you going?” Hollis asked angrily.

“To dinner with my sisters, remember?” I replied not taking my eyes off the mirror.

Damn my body was nice. My perfect C cups, washboard abs, and fat ass were to die for. My blemish free chocolate complexion was just the cherry on top.

I pulled out my huge makeup case so that I could start my artwork. This party tonight was big shit, and my face needed to be beat to perfection. As I put on my makeup, Hollis just sat on the bed behind me staring. He was so annoying. Didn’t he have some parties to DJ?

“What time will you be back?” Hollis inquired as I started to put curls into my long black weave.

“Late,” I responded. He got up, punched the wall, and then stormed out. I turned my lip up and finished my curls.

Once I was perfected, I took my glitter from Victoria Secret, and lightly padded it all over my smooth mocha complexion. Good Lord, I was a pretty bitch. I smiled in the mirror to make sure my red lipstick wasn’t on my teeth, and then smoothed out my skintight red dress.

The dress was strapless, with a plunging neckline down the middle, which stopped at my belly button. My perfect, perky titties were sitting pretty in this dress, that didn’t go well with a bra. I grabbed my gold purse, and pressed on.

Blaze’s music blasted over the mansion, as I strutted inside. This young nigga was so full of himself it was ridiculous. I smirked at all the stares I received, because if I were them, I’d be staring too. I spotted Blaze, who was talking to the biggest rapper in the world right now - Denim.

Now Denim would be the perfect come up! He was tall, dark skinned, muscular, and most of all famous as hell. Anything he did was front page, and every song he released was number one. So far, both his exes had become household names, and I was hoping to be the third.

I switched over to Blaze, and he smiled down when he saw me. “Andi,” I grinned and put my hand out.

“Denim,” he replied and licked his full chocolate lips.
Shit, he’s the only nigga I wouldn’t mind being in a relationship with
, I thought.

“This you Blaze?” Denim’s friend Leone asked.

“Yeah it is,” Blaze replied surprising me.

I guess he’d finally kicked Rita to the curb. I heard they had been together for three years, so sad. I declined to correct Blaze’s answer, and kept my eyes on Denim.

“Ain’t you DJ Hollis’ girl?” Denim frowned in confusion.

“Correction, I was, but I’m not anymore,” I responded lightly touching my perfect hair.

“Well you are beautiful as hell, that’s for sure.” Denim shook his head as he took in my perfect physique and glowing skin.

“Well thank you,” I flashed a big smile and he bit his lip.
Got em!!!!
I thought.

“I’m having a video shoot next week; would you be interested? I saw you in Blaze’s,” Denim asked.

“Sure, just um, email me,” I nodded as Blaze wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

“What’s your email?” he inquired.

“It’s in my bio on Instagram,” I winked and we all laughed, just as Blaze pulled me away and took me into a secluded bedroom.

“Let me get some real quick,” he bit his lip.

“No Blaze, I don’t want to mess up my look. Move,” I said as I attempted to walk past him. Just that quick, I was over him and intrigued by Denim. He grabbed me and bent me over the bed. “Blaze!” I shouted as he ran his hands up the back of my dress. He reached for my panties and ripped them off, as I squirmed and moved violently. “Blaze I said- ahhhh!” I screamed as he rammed himself into my dry pussy.

“Uh! Uh!” he grunted continuously as he pumped me. I laid there feeling dead as I stared at the wall. “Arghhhghhhh!” he grunted as he came inside me.

He stayed inside me panting for a couple seconds, and then finally slid out. I collected my thoughts, and then finally got up to fix myself. On our way to the door, he leaned down to kiss my lips but I moved out the way.

“Fuck wrong with you?” he scowled.

“Just stop,” I said in a low tone. I quickly turned the doorknob, and exited as he laughed.

I was in no mood to stay at the party, so I booked it the front door of the mansion, bumping people in the process.

“Hey! Can I just have your number? It’s quicker,” Denim called after me. I exhaled heavily, and then turned around to give it to him. “Cool, I’ll hit you with the details,” he winked and I forced a smile.

I ran outside and gave the valet attendant my ticket to get my car. I sped home so that I could take a shower to wash Blaze off me.

***

“What happened to your dress?” Josalyn asked as I walked past her sitting on the couch.

“Uh, Blaze and I had a rough night,” I chuckled nervously.

“A rough night?” she frowned and set the bowl of chips on the coffee table.

“I told him I didn’t want to have sex, but you know these niggas always get their way,” I waved her off.

“Andi, that's rape,” Josalyn frowned and muted the television.

“It’s not rape Josalyn! That’s how the world works! If you want to get ahead in life, you have to sacrifice, and sometimes it has to be your body! I’ve had sex with him before, so how can it be rape?” I shouted and rushed up the stairs, because I didn’t want to hear her response. Although she was the youngest sister, Josalyn was very wise.

I slammed the door to my bathroom and plopped down on the toilet. I dropped my head into my hands and sobbed violently.

Zooey

“Hey Zooey, can I talk to you for a second?” Poppy peeked her head into my small office.

“Uh sure, I have to go soon though,” I reminded her so that she wouldn’t take long.

“I know. This will only be a minute,” she chuckled nervously. I stared at her, waiting for her to start. “So I found this in my bedroom,” she said holding up my earring. I planted it purposely, but who would know that?

“Oh wow, thank you. I’ve been looking for that,” I said taking it from her.

“Zooey, what would your earring be doing in my bedroom?” Poppy raised a brow.

“Maybe Gilda thought it was yours and put it there,” I responded innocently.

“No Zooey, I don’t think so,” she bit her lip trying to hold back her tears. Cue the fucking violins; she was so extra.

“What are you suggesting happened?” I smirked.

“I’m not gonna assume anything, but I just hope you and Noah aren’t messing around,” she sniffled.

“What? No! He and I are like brother and sister!” I yelped. “Plus, Noah would never do that to you!” I frowned.

“Yes he would. He’s cheated many times before,” she nodded and sat down.

“Wow, well maybe you should get a backbone and leave,” I commented as I put my purse on my shoulder. “A man will only do what you allow,” I added.

“Yeah, maybe,” she exhaled heavily.

“Well goodnight Poppy,” I smiled at her and then left.

As soon as I got into my car, I burst into laughter. That bitch was gonna be tossing and turning all night about this earring shit.

I went home and started to get dressed for tonight’s festivities. After showering for an hour, I slipped on a bright orange Cavalli Peplum dress with nude heels. Those colors always played nicely with my honey golden complexion. I sprayed some water mixed with conditioner on my curly weave, and gave it a little more life before I was all set. While Poppy cried herself to sleep, I was gonna be out with her man at the Roberto Cavalli private event. Maybe her dumb ass would put two and two together on her own one day.

Noah:
I’m here.

I smiled at the text and strutted outside my condo.

“Wow, you look sexy as hell,” Noah commented.

“So do you,” I replied honestly.

His honey complexion shined bright due to the all-black suit he wore. Noah looked like money, and ultimately was. I preferred Qadir’s chocolate complexion, but hey, Noah and I were only a temporary thing. After about thirty minutes of riding and drinking Rose’, we arrived at the event.

“Wow,” I said as I looked out the window. I spotted Ciara and Kim Kardashian immediately, and I knew this was the moment I was waiting for.

As soon as Noah and I stepped out, the camera flashes went wild. Noah said we couldn’t hold hands or anything, because he wanted people to think I was just a friend. I didn’t care; I had an ulterior motive anyway.

“Noah, who do we have here?” the red carpet reporter asked.

“This is a good friend of mine, Zooey Richardson,” Noah nodded.

“Beautiful girl. And what are we wearing tonight Ms. Zooey?” the reporter asked.

“Cavalli of course!” I chuckled, and so did he and Noah.

“Nice. Well enjoy the show, Zooey,” he nodded and moved on to speak with someone else.

After getting my fix by taking photo after photo on the red carpet, it was time to be seated. We had front row reserved seats, and I spotted Nicki Minaj down the line. I snapped a picture and sent it to Andi, because I knew she’d appreciate this moment. Josalyn would’ve just sent a question mark, wondering why I sent it. My baby sister was just not into this life.

Andi:
Get it girl!

I laughed and locked my phone back.

I took countless pictures during the show, and finally it was time to mingle. Waiters passed out champagne and little hors d’oeuvres, as everyone socialized with one another. After meeting Ciara, Noah introduced me to a photographer named Latif. Latif was gorgeous as hell. He had smooth brown skin and hazel eyes. His hair was in a short curly Afro, and his tuxedo was fresh as hell.

“This is Zooey,” Noah smiled at me.

“Gorgeous. Hello Zooey,” Latif smiled and shook my hand.

“She’s into fashion, and is looking to start her own line,” Noah said.

“Yeah, I just need the right people to help me go down the right path,” I chuckled.

“Well I would love to help you out and give you some tips,” Latif offered and looked at Noah for approval.

“That would be great!” I cheesed and looked at Noah.

We stayed at the party for a couple more hours before leaving. I spent the whole night conversing with Latif, while Noah mingled. I got to meet Roberto Cavalli himself, and he was so damn nice and adorable with his old self.

“I don’t like you all in another nigga’s face,” Noah said as he sped to my house.