Chapter 7
S upreme
“Rapper Supreme McNabb has cancelled all engagements for the coming week. His team cites exhaustion as the cause of cancellation. We will give you updates as soon as they come in.” KD read the article from CMZ.
“You know that exhaustion shit usually means rehab. Why the fuck you tell them folks I was exhausted?”
“I didn’t tell them shit! You know when them folks get they hands on a story, they run with it.” KD fussed.
“It’s your job to make sure they don’t have shit to run with. Do I need to call my dad?”
“Sit your itchy ass down and shut up!” Eamon yelled from the living room.
“Come in here and say it to my face.”
“Go to hell,” he responded to my challenge.
“I just can’t believe your big overgrown ass never had chickenpox,” KD said, shaking his head.
I shrugged. “I can’t help I was a healthy kid.”
“I’m sure Sebastian strict ass kept y’all germ free.”
“No you ain’t trying to clown me for having a good dad.” I laughed.
“He should have sent you and Sage to a chickenpox party like my mama did us.”
“What the hell is a chickenpox party, fool?”
“When one of my cousins got chickenpox, my mom and my aunts had a sleepover for us so we could all go ’head and get it at the same time.”
“I can’t confirm it, but that sounds like a crime.”
“I’m pretty sure it is. Anyway, thank God I got it when I was seven instead of twenty-seven. You look miserable.”
“I am. Did you bring my supplies?” I asked, noticing that he was empty-handed.
“They’re on the way. I sent for them.”
I shook my head, pushing up on my pillow so I could find my phone. My head felt like it was filled with helium. I needed to check my temperature soon. It didn’t matter because I didn’t have any Tylenol, thanks to KD.
“I could have ordered my own shit. I thought you were picking up my medicine. I need to call my dad.”
“Don’t call Sebastian’s long neck ass over here. You know I got you. Let me step outside right quick.”
“They delivered it?”
“Stop asking so many questions, ugly ass boy. You act like a little girl when you’re sick.”
“Bitch, go get my medicine. I got your little girl.”
He cackled like a hyena, but thankfully, he got out of my face.
I flopped back against my pillow and stared up at the ceiling as I tried to focus on not scratching.
The Benadryl I took last night helped me sleep through the itching, but I didn’t want to sleep my life away for the next week. I couldn’t believe I had chickenpox.
I spent thirty whole years of partying and mingling with people all over the country without catching anything more than the common cold. All of a sudden, after KD got the bright idea for me to host a meet and greet, I woke up burning up and itching like hell.
KD and Eamon thought it was hilarious that I had chickenpox, although Eamon’s bigheaded ass had been treating me like I had the plague.
He didn’t live in the house with us growing up, since he had a different mom.
Eamon couldn’t remember if he’d ever had chickenpox, even though our dad said he remembered it. In his words, he was playing it safe.
Brother or not, I should have fired his ass for securing me from the other room.
I just knew he was eating up all my snacks, with his fat ass.
Not that I had wanted to eat or do anything.
Who knew a fever could whup your ass like a grown man?
I had been in bed since I’d made it home from London.
I wasn’t even sure how long it had been actually.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you quiet.”
My head popped up just to make sure that my ears weren’t playing tricks on me.
The fever I had last night gave me crazy dreams. I wasn’t dreaming, though.
Jrue crossed my bedroom with one hand on her hip and a smile playing on her lips.
Her presence was medicinal. It seemed to soothe whatever ailment had been stewing about moments ago.
I couldn’t even remember what was wrong with me right now.
“What are you doing here, baby? You know I’m contagious.”
“I don’t know anything, because someone forgot to tell me that he was sick. I had to hear it on the radio.”
I grinned. “You were worried about me?”
“Don’t play with me, Ian. Why didn’t you call me?”
“I was going to when I felt better.”
“You don’t wait until you feel better to tell me you’re sick. You should have called me. You call about everything else.”
“I’m sorry. I hope you didn’t come here to lecture me, because I already have a headache.”
“I came to take care of you. I brought your medicine. Stand up and take off your clothes. I want you to take an herbal bath in this tea I brought. This stuff works wonders.”
“You came to take care of your man, Choc?”
Her lashes fluttered as she rolled her eyes and blushed. “Ian, shut up. Show me to your bathroom. You look terrible.”
“Damn, you didn’t have to say it like that,” I said, easing out of bed and standing. I wanted to hug her, but I didn’t feel like being touched. My skin was literally raw. I led the way to the bathroom with Jrue right behind me.
“I didn’t mean it like that, Ian. I only meant that I can tell you don’t feel good. I don’t like that. I’m used to you smiling and joking, even if you’re fussing at someone. I’m gon’ kick KD and Eamon’s asses for not taking care of you.”
“You should, baby. They just let me suffer.” I turned to her and pouted.
She smiled softly but played along with my shenanigans. “I’ll get ’em once I get you situated.”
“I would marry you if I weren’t scared of you,” I told her before turning and starting the bath water.
“Let me get your medicine. Go ahead and get undressed.”
“I love how you keep trying to get me naked. I wish I could do something about it.”
“You just focus on healing. Once the water is where you want it, you go ahead and get in while I get everything set up.”
“Damn, I shoulda got sick sooner,” I joked as I finally stripped out of my shirt.
Jrue did her thing while I sank down into the warm water, closing my eyes.
Thankfully, it eased some of my irritation.
My eyes popped open in time to see Jrue was strutting back into the room wearing a tight white minidress with a red cross over the heart.
White thigh high stockings stopped near the hem of the dress.
I needed to add thigh highs to my list of kinks.
“How’s the water, baby?” she asked once she stopped next to the tub.
“What water?”
She giggled as she sat on the side of the tub. “The water you’re sitting in, silly.”
“Why you come in here looking all fine, knowing I gotta keep my hands off you?”
“You don’t know how to behave yourself?”
“You know damn well I don’t. I’m just glad you’re in here with me. Everybody else around here is treating me like the outbreak monkey.”
“Well, you kinda are.” She laughed as she opened a glass jar and sprinkled something in the water.
“What’s that?”
“It’s for inflammation, skin irritation, and it has lavender in it to relax you. It’s supposed to help with the itching.”
“So, I take it you’ve had chickenpox before?”
“I’m trying to figure out how you haven’t at your old age.”
“I could have sworn that I did, but my dad says he doesn’t think me or my sister had it.”
“Well, now you have. To answer your question, yes, I’ve had it. Now you just relax and think about something soothing. You need to soak for at least fifteen minutes.”
I closed my eyes and got comfortable. Soft music filled the room as I tried to meditate. It seemed to help me to relax.
“Supreme,” Jrue called softly, causing my eyes to fly open.
A smile lifted the corners of my mouth as I watched her hips sway to the sensuous music. Her fingers slowly drifted down her body, loosening each of the buttons on her dress until the lacy, red lingerie she wore beneath it became visible.
She was so fucking fine with her pretty black ass. I loved dark-skinned women with a passion. Well, actually, I loved women of all shapes and sizes, but my baby had just confirmed my preference.
“Damn, Choc,” I mumbled as I took her in.
Jrue turned her back to me and let the dress drop over her shoulders. I reached out and slapped her on the ass right before she slid onto the counter and spread her legs in front of me.
“Be a good boy, Ian. You know how much I wish it was your hands on me instead of my own,” she mentioned as her fingers slipped between her thighs.
“Let me see my pussy, Jrue.”
“She misses you,” Jrue assured me, opening her legs more to allow me a better view of her treasure.
We both inhaled when she dipped two fingers in her tunnel.
That should have been me. I twisted my neck, loosening the newly building tension, and made sure to keep my eyes on the prize.
Seeing Jrue’s deep chocolate fingers sliding in and out of her pink pussy was like watching art in motion.
I wanted to lock that memory into the forever file. This needed to be recorded.
“Stand up and put that oil all over your body. Don’t miss a spot,” Jrue instructed.
“Yes, ma’am,” I muttered, pulling the plug before standing up.
I wasn’t sure what kind of herbs Jrue had put in the tub, but the tingly feeling all over my body was a pleasant contrast to itching like hell. I wasn’t ready to say it worked, but I damn sure felt better.
Following Jrue’s directions, I picked up the small bottle of golden oil and squirted some in my hand. It didn’t smell the best, but the cooling sensation felt good as I slathered it all over my body. Jrue hopped down from the countertop and kissed my cheek.
“Finish up. I’ll be right back.”
“Where you going, girl? Don’t run now,” I called as she switched out of the bathroom.
I finished oiling myself up and stepped out onto the plush rug next to my tub. As shitty as I felt, it was nice to have something soft under my feet. Before I could leave the bathroom, Jrue reappeared, dropping a pair of slippers in front of me.
“Where did these come from?” I asked.
“My hand. Didn’t you just see me drop them on the floor?”
“Don’t get smart with me, little one.”
“Here, put on this robe. You need something soft on your skin. I changed the linen on your bed. We are going to watch old movies and chill for the rest of the night. I figured you had plenty of snacks, so I didn’t bring food.”
“You already know I got the snacks.”
“Well, it’s a date.”
I grinned. “I knew your little fine ass liked me.”
“You’re alright,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Come on.”