Chapter 3

[On the way to the studio in the Pink Bentley with Nicki driving, and Safaree in the Passenger seat. Safaree is looking out the window thinking of the past Hours ]

SAFAREE

The sun shined on my face as I stared out the window.  There was always something About L.A. that made me and Nic smile:  the nice weather and the free spirit in the air.  The birds and the bright sun could make anyone smile on a gloomy day, and Love in a Hatred Mood. Eh, maybe that’s why Nicki is still with me. I mean it was her idea to move here.  I felt so abominable and inane for even looking in another woman’s direction when I had such a beautiful one Right By My Side. Her marvelous body could ravish you at any moment, and her fascinating Smile could abrogate your ability to ever see again! How she got that body: I don’t know, but I do know I half to thank Mrs. Carol and Mr. Robert. But her appearance was the least important and to think about comparing to her spirit and personality not only as a girlfriend but as a friend. Onika Tanya Maraj: A woman that would pick you up with broken legs, and carry you a million miles. Through thick and thin and rough and soft, she was there. Well that’s what she does with me of course. She brought me from being nothing to something. From the streets of Southside Jamaican queens to the red carpet lying outside the Grammies. She loved and cared for me when she knew I had nothing going, and nothing coming for my life. I feel like a piece of shit hanging on her side: being a Black Man, letting the woman take care of ME. But I was going to change that; I could not just sit here and let her think I’m useless!  And what a beautiful woman as a person, and blessing from God she was. God knew what I wanted, and he delivered. I received, and he told me to obtain her I would have to support. So why was I messing with Sierra? Yea we laughed and had GREAT sex, but she didn’t care about me. At least that’s what I think. She only cares about money and my dick. And now she was telling me she Loved me, AHA. But there is something in Sierra that I love. She makes me laugh and she makes me feel GOOD. But was that enough?  Shaking my head trying to forget the thought, my pants started to vibrate. Realizing it was my phone I reached in my pocket, and pulled it out. Nic was playing “Weak” by SWV on the radio loud, so she didn’t hear the ringing. Looking on the front of the screen it read, “Sierra” with “California” under the name. I looked over to Nicki to see if she noticed anything, but she was too deep in the song. I tapped “Ignore” and sigh of relief. In less than 1 min., my phone began to vibrate again, and it was Sierra. Nicki parked into the driveway of the studio, so I stuck my phone on the side of me so she couldn’t see it.

She Looked in the back seat to get her purse, turned around, and questioned sarcastically, “Are you staying in the car, or are you ‘gonna come in?”

I looked over to her, and said,  “Ohh, ‘Imma come in, in a few minutes ‘gotta call my moms”

“KK baby. Tell her I said hey and I miss her,” she smiled closing the door. I looked at my phone and tapped “Answer”.

“Hey, Wassup?” I asked her in an uncertain guilty voice.

She cleared her throat, chewing gum and answered, “And exactly why was You been Ignoring my calls?”

“I told you that you don’t call me, I CALL YOU. I was in the car with Nicki when you blew up my Phone! She could have seen your name on my screen!”

“Nicki? Nicki who? I know ‘dat hoe? Describ her?” she asked in a Ratchet sarcastic voice.

I sighed and answered, “ Sierra please not today. I’m in the Studio parking lot and Nicki is waiting for me Inside, I half to-“

“But Safaree I thought you loved me?” she cut me off in a 10 year old voice. And as soon as I was about to respond, the Driver seat door swung open. Nicki was at the door and my heart dropped instantly. All I heard was “helooooo, Heloooooo” in my ear. I snapped out of fright and said into the phone, “Love You too Mama, See you next week.”

Sierra chapped her lips and jumped, “Ma-“ I hung up the phone before Nic could hear her loud Voice.

“I left my phone in the seat. What did your mom say?” She asked Smiling at me with the most joyful spirit. I opened the door putting one foot out, “uhhhh. . The usually. Just talking about the news.” She Smiled and she grabbed my hand walking into the studio with a smile.

CHAPTER 2

***NOTE - i have shortened Chapters Due to complaints; in result of, I will post more often***

I turned around and yelled, “What the fuck you mean? I’m supposed to just hear that and laugh: ‘a He he he’? That shit isn’t funny man!”

"Nic, I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry,” he apologized kissing my cheek. Ignoring him I turned back around and began to fall asleep with anger engraved in my heart.

Waking up from my alarm clock striking 6:30 A.M., I yawned and stretched threw the sheets. The silk from the cover made me want to stay home and sleep instead of going to the studio. Looking over to see Safaree, I noticed he wasn’t there. I wasn’t worried where his ass was either; I was still mad as fuck at him from earlier this morning. I give a Nigga’ the box, and get repaid like a hoe. Or was I over exaggerating about the ‘joke’ he made? Or was it even a joke? Getting distracted from the thoughts, i smelt food trailing from the kitchen. Who was cooking? i could have sworn i sent home Myrtle last night. couldn't really remember from all the vodka i had last night with the crew. I jumped out of bed, I threw on some jogging pants and a pink shirt, and walked towards the kitchen. Walking around the corner, I saw Safaree in the kitchen with nothing but white boxer briefs on . . . COOKING! Safaree cooking? This couldn't be true; i must be recovering a hangover. And not only did he have the best butt of all time, but you could see his dick imprint. Remembering I was angry at him,

“Who you cooking for Naked? Ohh, never mind,” I said, snapping with sarcasm, “I forgot about Sierra!”

Safaree threw down the spatula, turned off the stove, and turned to me, “ Yoo’ I told you I was I playing! It was a Random name that just popped in my head. always making damn arguments!" He yelled. "Why you gotta’ Make big Drama?”

Flipping my hair back, I stood up and walked toward him, “IM MAKIN BIG DRAMA? IM MAKING BIG DRAMA? SO YOU THINK WHAT YOUR DOING ISN'T WRONG?”

“Nic, what the fuck am I doing? I told you I was just fucking playing! And here I am cooking breakfast for the woman I Love, and I get cussed out 6:43 in the fucking morning!” he yelled, stomping away with an attitude towards the bedroom. I walked behind him and took him by the hand, “baby, baby Stop!” he stopped and turned around looking at me with anger in his face. Wow. I must have really made him mad because Safaree had never ever looked at me like this. Red rising through his brown cheeks, eyes turning glossy and red, and his fist balled up like he was about to fight. had i apologized, and entered the kitchen just saying goodmorning; none of this would be happening! i felt horrible. I was the reason, for the first time, for his Acrimony. I looked down and said in an English accent, “I’m sorry my darling. I didn’t realize how harsh I was being at’tal. I guess it was just out’tuv jealousy. I just heard Another name of onika or nic and- ”

“Shh, don't apologize," He cut me Off. "I was wrong for even bringing another woman's name in this house-"

"Noo, noo" i disagreed. He blew a hard breath and looked down. Silence grew for a good 10 seconds before he changed the mood,

"I would keep the romance going, and say my response in an accent but I can’t do that soo,” he answered smirking. I giggled putting my hand to my mouth. Yea, he had his ways of making me mad, but he had better ways of making me smile and holding my heart. He continued, “But Nic, you need to realize sometimes that I just try my best to make you laugh. But obviously it doesn’t work all the time. i just try to be the best Man, Love, Soul mate, and most of all . . Boyfriend . . There is.” He kissed me on the lips, making my heart forgot what we had been fighting about. I really loved this man. And this was the first time i loved someone and they returned the gift. i smiled, put my hand to my heart and said, “Soooo what was that you cooked ‘me’? I mean, ‘your love’?” I asked, biting my lip ! He grabbed my hand and said in a funny voice, " well . . it WAS attempted to be eggs and bacon. But no body can cook like momma Carol!" we held each others hand, and walked into the kitchen!

CHAPTER 1

I walked in the Mansion Throwing my heels on the floor yelling, “Myrtle, You can go home now. Thanks For cleaning.” The maid said thank you and began to walk out the door. Safaree closed the door behind her, and walked behind me into the bedroom.  As tired as I was, I begin taking off my clothes. Safaree threw me on the bed laying on top of me asking, “You Too tired for this?” I didn’t know how to respond. I was tired and my feet felt like I had been walking on spikes.

“Stop!” I said in an unsure tone. He started to kiss me and I just couldn’t resist his lips. They were as big as day, and soft as shit.  “Stop,” I repeated, getting quieter every time. I had nothing on but a Braw and a Thong and the hormones and juices were flowing. He sat up while he took off his shirt revealing his abs. after that I didn’t really think I had a choice anymore. I sat back silent while I let him do his thing. His hand smoothed down my body as it made its way into my thong. He began to stick two fingers inside of me making me twitch and my eyes get bold so I said, “Wait, wait. Let me go get ready in the bathroom while you take off your stuff and get in the bed.” He shook his head, and gave me one last kiss before I walked off. I walked in the bathroom and looked in the mirror, wiping my makeup off. Opening the bathroom door to leave, Safaree was butt naked facing away from me to the bed. His ass was nice and round, so I walked up to him and squeezed it making him jump. He climbed in the bed smiling, and I followed after him. As I lay on my back, He got on top of me and began to kiss me. And when I least expected it, He stuck it in. At first it was a bit overwhelming, but it went from “Oh my gosh, what is that?” to “oh my gosh, Safaree YES!” The temperature of the house began to go from 70 to 110 degrees. He put his face in my boobs and began to nibble. The way he held me made me call him daddy. The way he picked me up when I needed a lift made me call him daddy. What was taking place with the pushing, lifting, sweating, nibbling, and moaning wasn’t ‘Fucking’; this was ‘Making Love’!   

Waking up from the heat of my room, I looked over at Safaree. He was sleeping like a baby, and I didn’t blame him. The things he did to me last night made me wonder if he was even human. The way he picked me up and kept lifting me up and down like I was 3 pound weights. The Sensations I felt last night were the best I had ever experienced. I mean, What else could be better? I threw the covers off of me onto SB, climbing out the bed with only a bra and thong on. It was still dark outside, due to that it was only 3 A.M. I walked in the kitchen, and poured me a glass of water. After drinking the water, I started walking back to the room.  Walking back into the room making noise with the duck feet I do have, Safaree asked with his eyes half closed, “Who is that?”

“Who you think?” I answered, climbing back on the bed pulling the covers over me. I got closer, and rapped my hands around him kissing his neck.

“Sierra,” he snickered, answering my question.

“Who?” I asked, sitting up in the bed staring at him with an ‘I’m about to kill you face’. “Who the fuck is a Sierra? Don’t play with me!” He tried to hold my hand, but I pulled away. He looked in my eyes and said, “Boo, I was just playing. You know you the one and only!” I laid back down ignoring him and turned the opposite way. “Nic, we had a dope night; don’t fuck it up with one of those attitudes again,” he exclaimed, laying his hand on my arm.

I turned around and yelled, “What the fuck you mean? I’m supposed to just hear that and laugh: ‘a He he he’? That shit isn’t funny man!”

“Nic, I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry,” he apologized kissing my cheek. Ignoring him I turned back around and began to fall asleep with anger engraved in my heart.