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“No, it’s not more important, but you know I don’t like being around all them damn groupies, Quan,” Chantel said, putting her phone down on the table and walking over to me. She was wearing a white high waist skirt with a white and gold baby tee, showing off the piercings on her nipples. The jet back hair that she was wearing was parted down the middle and on her feet were a pair of nude Christian Louboutin pumps that she’d hustled me into buying for her the other day at the mall. “So, how was the show?” she asked me, wrapping her arms around me and I politely removed her hands.
“You would know if you were out there and paid less attention to your damn phone. You claim every day that you want to be my bitch but you not doing anything that shows me you’re worth being wifey material. A real bitch would be out there supporting her nigga, rapping every word to the fuckin song. Hell, you could have even stood your ass behind stage and watched from there. You didn’t even have the decency to do that, so how the fuck am I supposed to take your ass serious?” I asked, facing her. I really wanted to know her answer to that.
“Quan, baby, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. I promise I’ll be there to support you the next go round,” she said, smiling.
“Lil mama, don’t make me no bullshit ass promise because honestly, I could give two fucks whether or not you support me or not. I just find it real comical that you steady screaming how much you want me and you can’t even do simple shit like staying off of your fuckin phone and watching me perform on stage. I know one thing. You don’t have no problem with holding your hand out, asking for the latest shoes and handbags. Seems like that comes real easy for your ass to do,” I said, letting her know how I really felt.
“So what you saying? That I’m using you? Because that’s not the case at all, Quan. I love you and I want to be your girl,” she whined to me.
“Who said and anything about using me? Word of advice, little mama. I’ll use your ass before I let you use me. I’ll holla at you later, though. I’m about to go chill with my niggas and enjoy my fuckin night,” I said to her, walking out of the room.
I wasn’t about to let this bitch fuck up my night. I was in Miami, had just finished performing and I just wanted to get fuckin high, get my dicked sucked by one of these fine ass strippers and then take my ass home. I had to be up early in the morning because I’d promised my daughter that I would take her and her mother out. As far as Chantel went, she could find her own way home because I wasn’t fuckin with her ass like that no more. I just found it real disrespectful how she supposed to be here supporting me but she was too busy supporting that fuckin phone! I hope that same phone was able to drop her ass home tonight because I wasn’t taking her ass no fuckin where!
Chapter 2: Charlie
Before I start running my mouth, let me introduce myself to you guys. My name is Charlie Lashay Johnson and I was indeed the baddest bitch to ever walk these streets of Miami. I am the baby mother to the famous rap star Quan. You know what? I’m not even going to label myself as his baby mama. I am the love of his life. I don’t want to sound like a cocky bitch but I knew that Quan loved me just as much today as he did the very first time that he laid eyes on me. You want to know why I’m so sure. It’s because the fact that when Quan got famous, the very first thing he did was buy a property for me so that I could have my own clothing store. He didn’t have to do that, but he did and it’s because he loved me. I also know that he loves me due to the simple fact that he’s still walking around here with my name in bold letters on the side of his neck. Truth was, I loved Jaquan too but I wasn’t in the business of being a rapper’s girlfriend. I saw the shit that happens with that lifestyle on TV and I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want to be laid up in the bed, away from him weeks at a time, wondering where the hell he was or who the fuck he was really with. I’m crazy ass fuck and I would do a pop up on his ass just how Faith Evans did Biggie in that hotel room. Jaquan knew I was crazy too and that I didn’t take no shit, which was why he didn’t want to be with me like that either.
Since being out of a relationship with Jaquan, I had yet to meet my Mr. Right. I wasn’t going to lie, I’d had my fair share of dates but it all came back down to the fact that none of these men were Jaquan. None of these men gave me that tingly feeling in my stomach whenever they were around me and none of them knew me in a way that I didn’t even know myself. Truth was, I was very much deeply in love with Jaquan but it hurt because I knew that if we did get together, it wouldn’t work out. I knew it would be constant arguing and I didn’t want that, especially in front of our daughter. I saw the bitch Chantel that Jaquan liked to run around with and honestly, I didn’t like her ass, but not just because of the fact that she was fuckin my baby daddy. I just didn’t trust her and I didn’t think that she was good enough for him. I felt like she was looking for a meal ticket but I wasn’t going to express that to Jaquan because I didn’t want to come off as a hating bitch who was trying to control his life.
I mean, I was fine and it wasn’t nothing for me to find a man; I just felt like I was very picky when it came to looking for a significant other. Standing at 5’2, and weighing 130 pounds, I had a body that was worth showing off. From my 38 C cup breasts to my slim waist and my not so big but enough to hold on to ass, I knew that I was the shit and then some. God blessed me because after having my daughter, I was able to stay free of any stretch marks or cellulite. I lived a healthy lifestyle, for the most part, and I kept my ass
in the gym faithfully. I was what you called high yellow and I had the prettiest set of gray eyes. I kept my hair styled in a fire red versatile sew in and made sure I hit the Dominicans up every week for a wash and set. Along with my light skin, I had a half a sleeve tattoo on my right arm filled with flowers. Red hair was something that I’d decided to try a few months back and I fell in love with the final look so I decided to keep it.
Growing up, I’d lived with just my mother. I was the only child and I was spoiled rotten. The reason my mom was forced to be a single parent was the fact that my daddy was murdered when I was only seven years old. From what my mom told me, my dad used to be heavy in the streets selling drugs and some niggas had robbed him. After they took his money, they killed him. Before my dad was taken away from us, I can remember him just being the perfect father to me and the perfect husband towards my mom. I’d loved my daddy because he was always there to help me with homework, read me bedtime stories and just simple things that I would never be able to experience again. Just like I’d met Jaquan at a young age, it was the same for my parents. In fact, while I was in middle school, my mom tried her best to get me to stay away from Jaquan but I just couldn’t, especially after he had popped my cherry. My mom swore up and down that he wasn’t any good for me and she thought that he was going to end up getting killed in the streets like my dad did. But I knew that Jaquan was going to be good, especially since he has this whole rapping thing going on now. I didn’t have to worry about him being in the streets up to no good. At the end of the day, he was my daughter’s father so his wellbeing was very important to me. I didn’t want my daughter to have to experience losing her dad at a young age like I had.
As far as friends, I swear to God I don’t fuck with females like that except for my two main ones, who were my best friend Toya, short for Latoya, and Jaquan’s little sister Monae who was only twenty years old but she swore she was my and Toya’s age. I promise that those were the only females I would air my dirty laundry to and I didn’t have to worry about them going and telling other people what I had said.
Jaquan’s mother, Ms. Debra and I were very close but I didn’t tell her little sneaky ass everything because she would go right back and tell Jaquan everything that I’d said. I remember one time I told her I went on a date and her ass was so quick to hang up that phone and tell her son. His crazy ass was at my door the very next day trying to kill my ass. That’s a nigga for your ass, because he can parlay that bitch of his around but let him find out that I was dating, shit would turn into World War III real fast. Jaquan was very selfish and possessive when it came to me. He claimed that he does that because he didn’t want no other nigga around China but I knew he did it because he didn’t want to see me happy with another nigga.
As far as the store that I have, it’s located in downtown Miami and it’s called “Lil Divas.” Ever since I could remember, I had always had a passion for fashion, especially little kids’ clothing but I preferred little girls’ clothing the most. My store was pretty big and we were open Monday through Friday from 9-7, Saturdays from 10-8 and Sundays, 11-5. I loved everything about my job but the thing that I loved the most was to be able to say that this was mine. I promise, after China, this was the best gift that Jaquan could have ever given to me. The clothes in my store ranged from infants up to 12 years old. I’d always felt that some of the clothes that little girls wore now were a little too grown for their age but the stuff I sold was still cute, but it was appropriate as well.
“China, that’s not what I picked out for you to wear. Where is the dress that I laid on your bed?” I asked my six-year-old daughter as she stood in front of me with a pair of tan Burberry shorts on and a red and white Burberry collared shirt. On her feet were a pair of red Timberland boots that her dad had given her last week when he took her shopping.
“I know, mommy, but I wanted to wear my new outfit,” she said, batting those long eyelashes at me and giving me her famous smile. That same smile that would cause me to spend unnecessary money on her because I couldn’t seem to tell her no whenever she gave me that smile, showing off those deep dimples.
I looked down at my daughter and shook my head. My daughter was absolutely beautiful and I’m not just saying that shit because I birthed her, I’m saying it because it’s the actual truth. She was the spitting image of her daddy, though. She inherited his dimples, his hazel eyes and his height. My baby was going to be so tall when she got older. Hell, she was almost my height now. The only thing my baby inherited from me was her good, long, pretty hair that I kept braided and her slick ass mouth that I had to occasionally pop her in.
“Okay, well make up this bed and meet me downstairs because your daddy will be here in a minute” I told her, walking from out of the room.
Jaquan was spending time with us today before he got back into the studio later on. With Jaquan now being one of the hottest rappers in the game, his ass stayed on the go and China and I barely had time to see him. As I was heading downstairs of my 4-bedroom, 3-bathroom family home, I saw the front door open. I looked and it was none other than my fine ass, thugged out baby daddy. He was wearing a pair of army fatigue joggers that hung off of his ass so that I could see his yellow polo boxers with a white V-neck and a pair of tan Timberlands on his feet. He had a Cuban link necklace around his neck and a big faced Rolex shining on his wrist. I swear this man got finer and finer every time I saw him. I promise that TV did him no justice because he was even more handsome in person.
“Baby daddy can’t get no love?” Jaquan asked me, stepping into the house and closing the door behind him.
I smiled shyly, dropped my heels on the floor that I had in my hands and made my way over in his direction, wrapping my arms around his neck once I reached him. I don’t know what came over me but I didn’t realize that I missed him this much up until now. Having his tall frame tower over my small body felt so perfect. His Dolce & Gabbana Velvet Desert cologne invaded my nostrils and I sank into his arms. At that moment, in his arms right, there was no place that I would rather be.
“If you was my girl, I would take you into that kitchen and fuck the shit out of your ass because I can tell how much you missed daddy,” Jaquan cockily said as he grabbed a handful of my ass, and I didn’t stop him, either. For that moment, I wished that I was his girl so that I could take him up on his offer.
No matter how much Jaquan and I might flirt around, I was not about to fuck him because I knew that I would become too attached and I didn’t want that to happen. I just accepted the fact that we were no longer together like that and I wasn’t trying to play with my feelings like that. Because once I opened up my legs for him, shit was going to get real.
I didn’t even get to say anything back to his ass because all of a sudden we heard, “Daddy!!!” followed by the sound of beads shaking from the ends of my daughter’s hair. She quickly ran down the stairs and I moved out of her way as she jumped on her dad. “Daddy, I missed you so much!” my daughter said and it wasn’t until I looked at her that I realized that she was crying. My baby was so happy to see her dad that her emotions had gotten the best of her.
I stood back in awe and watched as the two of them stayed wrapped up into each other’s arms. No matter how thugged out Jaquan was and how much profanity he used in his lyrics, calling woman all types of bitches and hoes, when it came down to our daughter, he was able to lose all toughness and be so loving and gentle towards her.
“I missed you, too, lil mama. You been being good for mommy?” Jaquan asked her and she nodded her head yes.
After they finished talking, I went back over to grab my shoes so that I could put them on. I was wearing a pair of white skin tight skinny jeans from Guess with a white baby tee. My belly button piercing shined and my toned abs were fairly visible with the shirt that I was wearing. I slipped on my gold heels from Steve Madden and retrieved my brown MCM purse from the couch and we were headed out the door. Today Jaquan was riding in his 2015 Bentley Continental GT.
“You got my baby booster in there?” I asked him, holding my daughter’s hand as we made it outside to the car.
