Chapter 2
Amos “Fame” Logan
Icouldn’t really remember the last time I mingled in my own spot as long as I had on tonight, but here it was about an hour away from last call and I was in the thick of shit, facing a blunt.
What was crazy was that everyone in the area who knew me, was commenting on me still being here because they knew this shit was unlike me, but I didn’t respond to any of their asses.
They all got the same answer, a simple shrug that let them know I didn’t even know what type of time I was on, at this point.
I was acting out of character in more ways than one and the main one being how I was damn near being creepy as fuck watching ole girl bounce through the spot like she was the owner instead of me.
I found the shit comical that Desiree’s face was balled up all night because people seemed to gravitate to her friend and for the first time since I’ve ever known her, she was paid no attention.
Even the lil bitch that was usually co-signing every damn thing she said had jumped ship and was riding the next female’s wave.
Her lil minions were following a new leader all over and the crazy part was lil mama actually looked bothered by the shit.
She didn’t really want them hoes in her space either.
I knew that’s what had Desiree hot and it was one of the main reasons she was asking to shoot out hours ago, when I normally have to drag her out the club because she be damn near wanting to stay until the DJ unplugged his shit and turned the lights on.
Tonight wasn’t going in her favor though and she came to me with some story about not really feeling good. Her ass was feeling just fine before she tried to shine on her friend and got embarrassed.
Normally I don’t pay attention to none of that catty shit that her and her friends be on, but I had no choice but to peep what was going on when she pulled me in my office.
That shit didn’t last long because I wasn’t about to entertain her crying about me embarrassing her because I was caught watching her friend’s ass.
Desiree could pop that exclusive shit to her friends and paint whatever picture she wanted them to see, but she and I knew the real.
Our shit was as open as a 24 hour convenience store and that was all on her ass.
She just assumed that I was back on some one on one shit because I wasn’t entertaining no other females.
Fuck, I was barely entertaining her. I was making moves and that took up too much time to be out here chasing pussy.
There was once a time when I would have never minimized who Desiree was in my life and I would have never came at her on some sharing “her dick” with the next bitch and expecting her to be cool about it.
But fuck, there was once a time when I didn’t question if I truly had her pussy on lock or not.
If I was nothing else, I was observant as fuck.
I mean, you didn’t get to where I was if you didn’t thoroughly observe your surroundings and the people taking space in them.
Because of that trait, it didn’t take long for me to notice the change in my bitch.
I’m not gon’ say that I realized immediately that she had started doing me dirty behind my back because even I wasn’t that damn good.
Shit, if I’mma keep it a stack, I feel like I didn’t realize what was going on until it was way too late for me to fight for some shit.
And yeah, if I didn’t feel like she was already too deep off into the deep end, I would fight for the potential that I thought was there.
Shit might sound foreign coming from a nigga that didn’t tolerate no level of disrespect and had bitches throwing themselves at him, but I wasn’t too hard to admit that I used to be fucked up behind Des.
I had the girl of my dreams and the object of every nigga that saw her, fantasy.
On top of that, I was always taught that you weren’t a real man if you didn’t take accountability in any situation you were in.
Taking accountability is knowing that I decided to drastically change some shit up, without warning or preparing Des for the change, and unintentionally placed her on the back burner.
Fuck, I damn near took her completely off the stove and put her in the microwave at one point.
Yeah, she fucked up and I made her own that shit, but I left room for her mind to wander and clearly the pussy followed.
But like I said, by the time I realized that she was switching up, I could tell that she had caught feelings for the next nigga.
I might have even said she was in love at one point, and that shit damn near broke me.
I wasn’t the type to show much emotion, so I’m sure that she didn’t realize how deep that shit cut, either.
Still, I didn’t hesitate to free Des to be with who she pleased.
With what I had going on, I didn’t have it in me to be distracted with tracking my bitch’s movements.
Keeping one eye on her ass and one eye on the streets could have me looking down the barrel of a gun or even worse, looking at twelve of my peers tryna take my freedom for the life I’ve been living.
On top of that, my ego was too big to say I was about to be on some weak ass stalking missions.
Those reasons were the deciding factors that made me end shit.
I loved the fuck out of Des so I lined her pockets and told her what it was gonna be.
She wasn’t tryna hear the shit and for weeks begged me to forgive her and try again.
I told her the trust was gone and since she explored options and realized that I was the last of a dying breed, maybe it was time for me to explore some shit too.
Instead of taking that for what it was and holding her L, she basically said she knew I wouldn’t find better so she was down to take her punishment because she knew I would eventually realize we were meant to be.
She tried to say I was already cheating on her anyway, but I killed that noise because that’s literally all it was.
So basically, shit changed, but in her eyes, they hadn’t.
“You not even tryna hide the fact that you can’t keep your eyes off of her, Amos!” Hearing Des loudly whisper in my ear pulled me from my thoughts and back into the present.
Normally, I wouldn’t have been off my square enough for her to catch me off guard, but I had to truly blame it on the liquor.
I was a heavy smoker and drinking had never been my thing, but Jude wouldn’t let me make it and since it was his birthday, I turned up a bottle a few times to shut his ass up.
I was for damn sure feeling the effects while his ass was rapping along to every song as if he wrote the shit, like all he had was water.
I wasn’t tripping about being impaired because even if a nigga tried some shit tonight, they would know why we rightfully earned the name DOA or Deadly On Arrival.
I was surrounded by some killers that caught more bodies than the United States Army so I could take a nap and not be touched, I was well protected.
“You so fucking disrespectful!” Desiree continued when I didn’t respond to her first statement quick enough.
“Aye man, watch out. You all insecure over someone you invited and that got you imagining shit. Even if I did see something worth my time in here, when the fuck have I ever been scared to act on anything I was feeling?” I spoke, while staring into her hazel colored eyes.
Des was so fucking gorgeous that the shit was really unfair to most chicks that stood beside her.
It was crazy because when I looked into her face, all I did was admire how innocent her wide eyes made her seem.
Or how much I fucked with the placement of each one of her freckles against her high yellow skin.
And the fact that she only had one dimple on her left cheek used to have me wondering if she would pass that shit on to our daughter, one day.
Shit was wild because she ain’t see none of that when she looked in the mirror these days.
All she saw was acne that she seemed to hate but was too vain to allow the time to clear up without caking makeup on the shit.
Or lips that she felt were too thin without the added Botox or whatever she called the shit.
I had stopped paying her compliments a long time ago because I felt like she called me a liar each time.
As soon as I said she was pretty and I liked some shit, here she was telling me how she was gon’ “fix” what I was complimenting so that I would really love it.
That addiction to facial surgery shit must have came from her white side and the shit was a turn off.
If that wasn’t enough to make me avoid spending so much time with her, her nasty ass attitude lately, for damn sure did the trick.
We were constantly arguing and she knew I wasn’t for the back and forth shit so I normally shot out and gave her ass some space.
Lately, I was staying away longer and longer because without me even noticing, she had stopped being my piece of peace in my crazy ass world.
“It’s clear to me that I’m bothering you, so imma do you a favor and move around.
I guess I’ll be home when you decide you feel like being bothered with me.
And Amos, I know what our arrangement is, but know this, my friends are off limits.
I would never violate you that way so give me the same level of respect.
” She spat before cutting her eyes towards her homegirl.
Shit, if you asked me, she was tryna use that friend word to her advantage in this situation because it’s clear that they weren’t even friendly, yet along friends.
“Nobody worried about your friends, Des. Let me walk you to your car.” I spoke before following her out the VIP area and towards the elevator.
As we walked, I admired her curves and the mean ass walk that made every dollar I paid for her ass and hips worth it.
Des already had a shape, but she felt her stomach wasn’t flat enough.
Somewhere along the line she wanted hips and ass and bigger breast. Shit was unnecessary to me, but I paid for the shit anyway.
Walking on the lower level of my club, I shook up with DOA affiliates but kept it pushing for the most part until we were to her car; a candy apple red BMW that I dropped on her for her birthday last year.
“Amos, are we good?” She questioned as I opened the driver door for her? Instead of immediately responding, I shook my head at the way she quickly threw her high ass heels in the car and sighed in relief.
“We straight, Desiree. You just gotta stop tripping on lil shit bruh. You know what it is with us and if you can’t accept that then…”
“No! Don’t even say it, Fame. Ain’t no breaking up when it comes to us.” That fake anger she had was gone because I was no longer Amos. I watched as she paused to start her car before I responded.
“You steady saying ain’t no breaking up, but I’m also not about to keep getting questioned about my actions like you don’t know why or when they came into play. Chill with that shit, Des.” I warned.
“Yeah, and I learned my lesson, but you keep punishing me.” She spoke as the car alerted her to an incoming text. My eyes traveled to the touch screen display that was reflecting a number along with a “where you ‘bout to go” message, before she realized what I was looking at and blocked my view.
“You learned your lesson, huh?” I chuckled before walking away.
“Fame! Fame! That wasn’t nobody but Honesty! She must have noticed that I left!” She screamed what I knew was a lie.
“I ain’t tripping Des. Open relationship, remember?
Drive safe.” I called out before entering the club and making my way back to the upstairs VIP.
Noticing the music playing, had me confused as hell but the crowd was enjoying it, so I didn’t bother stopping to ask the DJ what the fuck was he on.
Clearly, the shit was on my face when I stepped off the elevator though.
“Yeah, you hear this shit they playing.” My lil homie Solo clowned as soon as he saw me.
“Yeah, I was wondering what type of shit this nigga was on. Since the fuck when he plays shit like that?” I questioned.
“It was requested by Desiree drunk ass friends. That fine ass highlighter is apparently from Louisiana and this her type of shit. They call it bounce music.” He cracked up before nodding his head in their direction where the two flunkies Desiree left behind, were just as hypnotized as the rest of the section at the way Honesty’s ass was moving to the crazy beat.
Looking around, I couldn’t do shit but peep how she commanded the attention of everyone around her without even trying.
She was just in her own world, enjoying herself, but she had unintentionally sucked everyone else into her world.
Shit was wild because I had to admit that she had me wanting to buy a twenty-four-hour pass into her world and see if shit was all it looked like from the outside looking in.
I didn’t think I was looking half as hard as some of the other niggas in the section, but I guess I was because she went from looking back at the way her ass moved to the beat, to looking me dead in my eyes as if I had called her name.
Instead of shying away when I didn’t break eye contact, she winked and started throwing her ass even harder.
When she leaned forward and grabbed her ankles all while making her ass clap loud enough for it to be heard over the music, I knew that her innocent turn up had become a show directed for me.
Never had I been a nigga that was moved by pussy, but if Honesty kept fucking around, she was gon’ end up fucked.
However, that played out for her and Des would be on them because I wasn’t tryna offer anything more to another Desiree type, but dick.
If she could play it cool after that, Des would be none the wiser.
If she let her emotions make her feel like we shared shit else but a nut, the drama that started would be between them.