Chapter 15
Dreu
Fuck this! I thought to myself angrily. Flipping my top lip up to my nose I frowned as I eyed every woman that would be in my video for my number one hit song ‘Big Girl Lovin’ I snatched the bullhorn out of one of the director’s hand and spoke loudly in it.
“Before this nigga Desto say action, I need all of y’all to do about fifteen jumping jacks! I’ve been smelling some shit and I’m trying to find the mutha fuckin’ culprit.” I spat out irritated as fuck.
Iceman and the twins laughed like what I just said was the funniest joke known to mankind.
I eyed every big girl inside of this huge warehouse with suspicion.
The place was designed to look like a dungeon since the theme of my video shoot was me being kidnapped and held for ransom.
The beautiful big girls in my video were going to come and rescue me with the fake gun props Iceman brought.
The video would end with the female lead seducing me and making me fall for her.
Right now, I didn’t give a damn if any of these broads took offense to what I was asking.
It wasn’t no fucked up joke like most people had about big women stinking.
That shit wasn’t true anyway to me. I done came across thin, thick, tall, and short women that didn’t smell too hot to me, and I called them out on the shit.
One thing that irked me the most was body odor, funky breath, and a muthafucka that acted oblivious to their personal hygiene problems. My momma always said if another person could smell you, you damn sure could smell yourself.
It was hard for me to get into character mode when I kept smelling subway each time the camera started to roll and bodies started to move.
“Why the hell we got to do that?” A short thick broad stepped out of formation with a frown creasing her perfectly arched brows.
“Shit, we already gotta dance and run around with these heavy fake ass guns. Y’all didn’t add gym membership to the video description when we signed up.” She twisted her neck with every word that left her smart ass mouth.
A couple of the women laughed lowly as she flicked her platinum blonde hair behind her shoulder.
She was pretty, I’d give her that. All the women up in here looked good as hell.
Rina was just supposed to be my publicist, but she also contributed as a stylist when it came to my video shoots.
Which was another reason why I paid her overbearing ass well.
She had the women dressed good. They wore sheer black stockings with black leather shorts, with army fatigue bralettes. The leather waist jackets went perfect with the shorts and black Prada boots.
“I’m paying you ain’t I?” I frowned with head slightly cocked to the side since she had so much audacity in front of everybody.
When she didn’t answer right away, I tucked the bullhorn under my arm and walked past Iceman to step closer to her.
“You can go first,” I smirked. “Maybe it’s you.” I told her.
She hesitated, looked around at the other group of women then back up at me.
She tried to flutter her long ass lashes, but I wasn’t having that shit.
If I ain’t have Pancakes back in my life one of these big girls would have bent over getting this hong kong dick after the shoot.
Not once since seeing Jatavia at the Vegas fest had I thought about giving this dick to nobody other than her.
So short stuff in front of me was shit out of luck trying to flirt with her lashes right now.
“You serious right now?” She asked.
“I’m waiting while somebody stanking,” I flicked my nose. “Jump girl, I ain’t got all day and night to be here.” I looked down at my Ap watch then back at her.
Soon as she parted her legs to get in position and lifted her arms I leaned in before her first jump to sniff her.
Her stench literally knocked me off my fucking feet.
I dramatically fell on my ass and slid myself backwards shaking my head to emphasis how bad she smelled.
I pressed my hands together and said a silent prayer for my nose and her being immature as fuck.
“Lord forgive her.” I whispered aloud then looked over at Iceman who was now bent over coughing and laughing.
“Shit ain’t fucking funny, man. It’s always the loudest muthafucka in the room.” I frowned and pointed sharply at her dumb ass. “Get her the fuck up out of here!” I yelled pissed off.
“Nigga fuck you, I ain’t worried about this shit.” She spat out shooting me a nasty glare.
“I bet yo ass ain’t used to smelling good, it shows.” I shook my head at her.
She started to pop off; the twins and Iceman led her out of the warehouse just as my phone started ringing.
“D! That was the lead.” Rina seemed to appear out of nowhere.
“What’s good Bleu?” I said to him before giving Rina a cold look.
“Nothing about to leave the office early. Truly wants you to come to spend time with us on Christmas Eve and day so you won’t be alone.” He grumbled the words out.
“If y’all ain’t got me no gifts then I’ll be there to drop my nephews and niece off their stuff and leave.” I smirked.
“You’ll be there. My wife invitations will be fulfilled.” He threatened.
There was nothing playful in Bleu’s tone although I was just playing with his always so serious ass.
“I got a plus one coming as well so don’t embarrass a nigga.” I chuckled.
“Embarrass you, like you did me the first time you met Tru?” His response was laced with irritation.
“All I did was rap! If she ain’t like my flow, then I wouldn’t have welcomed her into the family.”
“Dreu please!” Truly yelled in the background.
“Aye I got to go. I’m shooting my music video to my number one song BGL.” I boasted proudly.
“Congratulations on that number one lil bro. I’m really proud of you, I’ll let you go…” He paused for a couple of seconds.
“I’m good bro, I know that’s the other reason why you called to check on me.”
My chest tightened thinking about my momma.
Bleu only did the mushy shit with Truly.
Deep down though, I knew his number one reason for calling me.
I hadn’t answered his text messages from yesterday because I was sad as fuck thinking about our parents.
I was grateful that Jatavia was simply just there for a nigga.
Her presence comforted me the most. She didn’t press me with questions; she just let me express myself then wiped my tears away with her soft ass hands.
“Alright I don’t want you to feel alone. You got a whole family over here. Although mother works my nerves, I hate to see her like that too. Which is why I wanted her to talk to you so you could hear it from her or father first.” He sighed.
“Have you talked to him?” My jaws clenched.
“Thanksgiving was the last I talked to him. I knew some shit was off then.” Bleu grated.
I stepped away from everybody and walked over to the corner of the room. I took a seat in a folding chair then pulled my blunt from behind my ear. Rina’s sigh echoed throughout the warehouse. She loudly told everybody to take a ten-minute break like she was the director.
“I just don’t understand that shit, Bleu… I mean, I ain’t got no choice but to accept it but its just fucked up in a cold way. It feels like our childhood was a lie. Like they painted a picture so perfect for us then waited until we got—”
“Look,” Bleu cut me off. “I get it and felt it. It’s all weird to me too.” He sighed.
“The way pops used to look at momma was like he really loved her.” I added.
“He did, but in his own way, I guess. I was deep in love with Truly when before our boys. Then when I watched her give birth to them it intensified to something I can’t even explain.
A woman gives life…I knew this shit already but being a witness to it…
watching her birth our boys…” Bleu took in a deep breath.
I couldn’t wait to experience fatherhood myself.
“For a man to witness something so beautiful and not love the woman who gifted him is some heartless shit. Our father ain’t heartless, Dreu. He loves mother for sure. It just wasn’t enough to keep their union tight sad to say.”
“I get where you coming from.” I said in a croaky voice, slowly nodding my head.
“He can’t expect us to welcome his bullshit with open arms right away.” I added.
“I don’t expect him to, and just remember his bullshit is either our baby brother or baby sister. Honestly, I think that’s one of the reasons why mother decided to leave the states.”
“Why?” I frowned.
“Because Dreu… it’ll all be too much for her to see.
Us loving a baby that didn’t come from her.
She also knows who side you are on and don’t want to drive a wedge between you and him.
Each party gets hurt in this. Mother, and then there’s our father probably feeling like he has lost our respect.
At the end of the day… It pains me but not enough to turn bitter towards either one of them.
They both have had different love affairs.
Some lasted too long for my liking but it never seemed to bother neither one of them. ”
“Yea on some real shit,” I took another hit of my blunt then ashed it on the floor. “It’s sort of like a woman asking a man to have a threesome then getting mad once she see the nigga dicking the other woman down.” I chuckled dryly.
“Yeah, that right there. It’s exactly what it’s like.
Only difference is, mother wasn’t expecting for him to want a divorce and add an outside baby to the equation.
She feel like she loves him more than he does her.
Don’t get it twisted though… Mother has had her fun with a countless amount of men.
They both had an understanding that somehow became misunderstood. ” Bleu said in a finalized tone.
“They did…it’s just weird to me right now man. Like I said I accept it, it just feels off to me right now. You know change is tough for me, but as long as I got you here physically and my pancakes…I’ll be straight.” I smirked.
“So, she’s out here with you.” He stated.
“For now, she is. Remember when you asked me what’s the wildest shit I’ve ever done for a woman when we sat outside of that weird nigga house?”
Bleu chuckled at my question but said yes.
“Well, I did some wild shit again. Pancakes texted me talking about prove to her I missed her. It was right before my interview. She dropped her location, and I drove five hours to get her ass and bring her back to Cali. I hope she stay so we can start our happily ever after nigga.” I mumbled the last part.
“Just don’t fuck it up. My wife won’t be wiping your tears if you do mess up.” He warned.
“Nah, I ain’t fucking this up. I even made new rules at my studio.” I sat up in my chair and caught Iceman glare.
“No more hoes in my spot. Niggas gotta go to the strip club to get hard ons and take hoes home. I’m a one woman’s man now.” I smiled.
“Yeah, whatever it takes, I guess. Hopefully she’s officially your girl by Christmas.” Bleu laughed and I could hear Truly giggling.
“Oh, y’all over there pillow talking and shit. My life ain’t no damn subscription niggas!”
“It is, and we look forward to our favorite show every other week.” Truly spoke over Bleu’s laughter.
“Whatever, Tavia will officially be mine before Christmas day…” My words trailed off. “Matter fact, I’m hanging up on y’all. I been away all day from her. I’m ready to wrap this damn video shoot up and go lay up.” I said suddenly not wanting to even be here anymore.
“Ain’t gotta beg to excuse yourself. Truly made shrimp enchiladas, Princess learned how to bake cookies too.” Bleu said excitedly.
Before I could respond, his rude ass hung the phone up in my face.
Seven days till Christmas… Time to show and prove.