Klutch
Three Months Later
“You sure you can’t make it?” I asked Aubrey. Tonight was the opening of my tour for my album. The first show was in New Point. She was originally supposed to come out. However, her manager asked if she could pick up an extra shift.
Aubrey, being the go-getter that she is, agreed to work, and ended up bailing on me.
It had been three weeks since I actually saw my baby in person, and a nigga was feening for her like a drug addict in need of another hit.
I hated not being able to touch her whenever I wanted.
But between her busy work schedule, and the start of my tour for my last album, we hadn’t had the time to be cooped up under each other like the past couple of months.
We have been so locked in ever since our weekend together— spending every week together.
I would fly to her, or she would fly to me…
vice versa. At times, I still couldn’t believe that I was in a long-distance relationship.
Hell, or any relationship for that matter.
“I really wish I could, but we’re short-staffed right now,” she replied.
“You wouldn’t have to worry about that if you quit like I told you.”
Aubrey and I had a conversation about her leaving her job a while back.
It never mattered to me whether a woman could be there for me, because I always had another one lying around.
But now, everything’s changed. Aubrey was the only one I wanted to be with.
That was why I told her to quit and move in with me.
Aubrey wasn’t going; she didn’t want to be dependent on me.
“Devonte, don’t start.”
“Why not? You got a nigga who can afford to take care of you, yet you choose to break yo’ back at that weak ass job.”
“Alright Klutch, bye. I’ll talk to you later.”
I knew her ass got an attitude because that was the only time she got to calling me Klutch. Any other time it was my government or bae. But the moment she doesn’t like some shit I say there she go.
“So, you gon’ hang up on a nigga?” I questioned.
“You damn skippy. What you’re not gonna do is insult my profession because I won’t drop everything to be your fucking groupie. So yeah, fuck you, Klutch!” She snapped into the phone and then ended the call before I could say anything.
I dialed her number back. The first call she sent to voicemail, and the second one didn’t go through because she placed a nigga on the block list. Ain’t this about a bitch.
Finding my text thread with Chastity I sent her message to deliver to Aubrey because she got me fucked all the way up.
Me: Aye, tell Aubrey stop playing with me and unblock my number.
“I know you’re not over there stressing about a bitch coming to your show?” Spider asked.
Looking up from my phone. I glared at his ass. He was sitting on the couch, smoking on a blunt while playing against Gee Mack on 2K.
“Aye, my nigga, watch yo’ mothafuckin’ mouth,” I spat.
“I’m just saying you ain’t never had to press a bi… a female about coming to your show.”
Spider was right. I ain’t never had to beg or convince a female to show up for a nigga.
They just would do that shit as if it was a luxury.
But he didn’t understand the difference between them and Aubrey.
They showed up for the sake of clout and bragging rights to fucking me.
Shit was deeper than that with us… it was genuine.
And a nigga wanted to feel her support. I wanted to see my shorty standing on the side of the stage, proudly rapping my songs word for word.
Gee Mack mushed him on the back of the head. “Nigga shut yo’ stupid ass up,” he spat, snatching the blunt out of Spider’s hand.
“Don’t listen to him,” my barber chimed in from behind me. He had pulled up on a nigga at the crib to get me right for tonight. “Ain’t shit wrong with wanting your girl support.”
“Why have one bitch when you can have five. Why have one bitch when you can have nine,” Spider’s ignorant ass rapped the viral sound from TikTok.
Tuning these niggas out, I checked the message Chastity had sent me. It was a screenshot of her text threads with Aubrey.
Chastity: Yo man said stop playing and unblock his number
Aubrey: I don’t have a man
Chastity: Girl please. You know you love that man.
Aubrey: And I don’t. Tell him to go chase them groupie hoes. That who he wants there anyway.
For the past few months, I went hard to show Aubrey that I’m ten toes in this shit.
Yet here she goes. Still thinking that I’m on the same time that I used to be on.
I didn’t know what it was going to take for her to grasp the fact that I was all in.
And there ain’t a bitch out here that was going to change that.
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I was chilling in my dressing room for a little while before my set.
My eyes were closed with my head tossed back against the couch.
It was a ritual for me to sit in silence before a performance.
And everyone knew not to disturb me unless it was important.
That’s why when I heard a light tap on the door, I instantly knew it was my manager coming to inform me of something.
“You’re up in ten minutes. Spider is almost done with his set,” she expressed.
Not bothering to open my eyes. “Aight. I’ll be out in five,” I replied.
I heard the door close, so I assumed that it was just me in the room. Until a familiar voice cut through. “Here I am to support you. And yo’ ass back here sleeping peacefully. I might need a refund.”
Peeling my eyes open, I glanced at Aubrey standing there.
Smiling bright as the sun I licked my lips, ranking my eyes over her body.
She was wearing a pair of little ass shorts that look like they were painted on.
A shirt with rips in the front, and some spike rhinestones type shit cover the boob areas.
Long knee-high boots, her hair was styled in a half up and down ponytail.
Baby was looking good enough to eat. Aubrey was the perfect description for that song Baddest In The Room by Fridayy.
“I thought you weren’t coming?”
She shrugged, “I might have lied.”
Aubrey strutted over to me. Once she was in arms reach, I pulled her down onto my lap making her straddle me. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils as I smelled vanilla.
“Mane, why you gotta play with a nigga?” I quizzed.
“Got keep yo’ on your toe,” she smirked.
I smacked her thighs making her release a small yelp. “And what about all that shit you was texting in those messages?” I rubbed my hands over the spots I slapped to soothe the pain.
“I had to make it believable. I didn’t hurt your feelings, did I?”
“It’s cool. I’m take it out on that pussy tonight. I don’t want hear all that whining either.”
Leaning forward with her lips hovering over mine. “You promise?”
I wrapped my hand around her neck, crashing our lips together slowly feeding her my tongue.
It was crazy how I’d been stressing. Yet just see her made all of that wash away.
Being around her brought me a sense of peace that I never had before.
Aubrey might not know, but she got a nigga hooked on her.
Actually, scratch that— I was addicted to her.
And I wanted to spend my life getting high off her love.
Nyla came knocking on the door again to tell me to come on.
We gathered ourselves together before leaving out of the dressing room.
I found Chastity standing with my team. Her ass knew Aubrey was coming yet she played into the game.
I gave her a hug and told her that pay back is a bitch. Which made her laugh.
Once we reached the stage, I gave Aubrey a kiss before walking out.
“What’s up, New Point!” I yelled into the mic, walking onto the stage. Dapping Spider up as we walked past each other. The crowd went crazy, roaring. “Y’all ready to turn the fuck up!” They boosted louder than before.
On cue, Rio dropped the beat to my song.
Rapping the lyrics. I moved across the stage getting lost in the atmosphere.
I loved performing on tour. That shit always brought me an adrenaline rush.
A feeling that I used to get whenever I was slanging and run the streets.
The first time that shit happened, I knew the streets were never seeing a nigga again.
The lights beamed against my skin. As I moved around—hopping, and dancing.
“Aye, fellas ya’ ever met a female who made you change yo’ ways?” I asked into the mic. My eyes were trained on Aubrey. She stared back at me with a bashful expression.
The beat to my new song started playing.
Lyric walked on stage singing. The song I worked on with her had did numbers…
putting her on the map. I’m all about showing support and helping people who come from the same community as me.
So, I reached out, giving her the opportunity to join me on tour.
And asked her to hop on this song with me.
While she was finishing up the last part of the chorus I walked across the stage.
I tried to grab Aubrey’s hand to bring her out with me, but she hesitated.
Chastity pushed her into me giving her no choice other than to join me on stage.
The crowd screamed and yelled in excitement.
She shyly covered her face. My baby wasn’t too big on public attention.
But she’s gonna have to get used to it because I was going to boast about her every chance I get.
When my part came, I gazed into Aubrey eyes and rapped along with the lyrics.
“Pretty brown skin
Shawty from the southside
Made me change my ways
As soon as I looked up in her eyes
Used to be a player
Nah only want her by my side
Her skin, sugar sweet
I called her cinnamon
Her inbox filled with many men
But she only texting me
Wanna break her off sum dividends-”
I wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her once the song ended.
The crowd cheered around us. I drowned everything around us out as I got lost in the moment with her.
It felt perfect to have her in my arms. I guess it was true when people said, the right woman will come along and change your perspective.
That was exactly what Aubrey did. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever be in love with a woman the way I love her.
And for the first time in a nigga life, I desired to build a family with someone.