Chapter 19
NINETEEN
Loco.
“What?!” I barked when someone started to knock on my dressing room door.
I was busy writing lyrics to a new song I wanted to put down. I waited a few seconds for them to reply, and when they didn’t, I went back to that I was doing, but as soon as the beat started playing again there was another knock. I glanced back at the door and frowned.
“What?!” I barked again, still not getting an answer, just another knock.
Dropping my feet from the table they were propped up on, I got up and stalked to the door ready to blow up on whoever the fuck was knocking, but was surprised to find Diamond’s pretty ass there, smiling, holding onto a duffle bag.
I frowned, taking her in, then glanced behind her to see what the fuck everybody else was doing. I didn’t have an issue with her being there, but I was curious to know how she got past the mothafuckas that got paid to be fucking security.
“Are you going to just stand there frowning or are you going to let me in?”
Stepping back, I pulled the door open and allowed her to enter, walking underneath my arm.
“What you doin’ here?” I asked after closing the door.
“You don’t want me here?”
“You know I do,” I answered. “Question is do you want to be here, Diamond?”
“Of course I do.” Her pretty ass face twisted into a frown. “Look, I know I did a lot the other day, but I—I’m sorry. I trust you, Makhai.”
I studied her face for a minute before bringing her into me.
“You should because a nigga ain’t fuckin’ this up.” I let her know, lifting her chin so I could kiss her. “I could have been made India my bitch. I didn’t for a reason. I fuck with you baby, heavy as fuck. I ain’t losin’ you to no one I been sluttin’ since the night I met her.”
“Shut up.” She shoved me lightly. “That was not romantic.”
“Shit, it was honest,” I smirked. “But on Lord, Dime, I think I love you, and I ain’t gon’ fumble this. It means too much to a nigga for real.” I watched her eyes gloss over before I leaned down to peck her lips, then I asked, “Fuck you doin’ in this trench coat?”
“Well,” she cheesed, setting the bag that was in her hand down then untying and opening it. “I don’t know if you have time, but it’s a part of my apology.”
A nigga’s mouth watered at the sight of her sexy ass draped in barely there lingerie and black heels that I didn’t even notice she was wearing. I didn’t give a fuck if I had the time or not, I damn sure was gon’ make some.
I reached to push the coat off her then pulled her body to mine, immediately pressing a kiss into her lips. My hands roamed her curvy, petite frame as I deepened the kiss and walked her back toward the table. I swiped to knock whatever was in the way off, then lifted her onto it.
I took a second to take her in and appreciate how fucking good she looked wrapped in that lace material before I began to rip it off of her.
“Babe,” she pulled back and whined. “I just got this.”
“Fuck that, I’ll buy you some more.”
I leaned in and started to kiss and suck on her neck while groping her breasts and enjoying her sweet scent. Diamond always smelled good and always had a nigga wanting to eat her fine ass up.
Pulling her to the edge, I continued licking, sucking, and kissing all over her while I pulled my dick from the shorts I was wearing.
Her legs wrapped around my waist then I rubbed the tip up and down her slit before pushing my way inside of her tight, warm entrance.
The shit was slippery already and she fit a nigga like a glove.
“Shit,” I hissed as I started to move in and out of her slowly. “This pussy so fuckin’ tight.”
I began attacking her neck while I worked her up to her first orgasm. She sounded so good screaming my name, I had to pull back so that I could get a good look at her face. Shit made no sense that her sex faces were sexy as shit. Diamond was just in a league of her own.
“Ah, shit.” She whimpered when I began to go deeper, pressing her forehead into my shoulder. “Oh, Makhai.”
Her legs tightened, pulling me in deeper as she tossed her head back, crying a niggas name. I felt her pussy tightening, and the shit had a nigga’s knees low key buckling, so I regained control, pulling her legs from my waist and placing them over my shoulders while I drilled her center.
I felt her shit getting even wetter, so I pulled back some to look down between us. Shit was creaming and her pretty ass titties were bouncing with impact. She looked so mothafuckin’ good to me.
Reaching down, I started to circle her clit with the pad of my thumb while slowing my stroke, and said, “This pussy so pretty baby.”
“Baby,” she whimpered.
“Shit is making a mess, love.” I smirked.
Her mouth hung wide opened and her head was tossed back as she gripped the sides of the table, taking every single inch of me like a fuckin’ champ. I could fuck Diamond all fucking day. The pussy was just right for a nigga.
“You gon’ cum again, baby?” I asked and she shook her head causing me to laugh lowly, “Daddy needs one more before I hit the stage.”
Gripping her waist, I started to beat it up. Her legs were quaking and she was screaming a nigga’s name, but she gave me what I wanted and released hard as fuck and I was right behind her, filling her pretty ass up.
With a wide smile on my face, I slowly pulled out of her and helped her sit up. She was spent like she always was, and acting like her ass couldn’t stand on her own, so I held her against me until she got right.
“How am I going to clean myself up?” she whined. “I didn’t plan this out well.”
“It’s a bathroom in here, love.” I chuckled, walking her toward the shit.
I sat a towel on the sink and lifted her onto it before going to start the shower. While the water warmed, I helped her out of the heels she was wearing then sat my Gucci slides on the floor in front of her. “You can use these as shower shoes.”
Her eyes widened and she gazed at me. “I can’t wear your shoes in the shower Makhai.”
“You ain’t standin’ in that mothafucka barefoot.” I laughed lowly. “I got so many pairs of them shits. It’s straight.”
Nodding, she hopped down, slipping her feet inside the shoes then getting in the shower.
“Are you getting in too?” she yelled. “Your clothes are ruined.”
I glanced down at the mess she made and smirked.
“Naw, I don’t have the time for real. Be don’ slid back in that shit while I’m in there and won’t be no fuckin’ show tonight.
” I chuckled, starting the water in the sink.
I used a washcloth to clean myself up then brushed my teeth before I changed into fresh boxers and a different fit since she for sure ruined the first one.
Once I was done, I grabbed her bag and took it to her in the bathroom then chilled until she was ready. When she surfaced, I glanced back at her and smiled. She was wearing a shirt that had been cut up and fitted to her body with my face on it.
Getting up from my chair, I pocketed my phone then pulled her body into mine, pressing a kiss into her lips.
“I have to go find, Kabria,” she simpered, pulling back.
“You bought tickets to this shit?”
She nodded. “I told you we were coming.”
“Diamond, you my girl.” I chuckled. “You know you didn’t have to pay to come to this shit.”
“Well, I didn’t mind.” She smiled. “You have to make all of your money.”
I chuckled, pulling my phone out to text security to find her friend.
“I’m good when it comes to money, love. You know that, so here,” I pushed my phone back in my pocket, then pulled a stack out. “Don’t pay to come see me no more, Lord.”
“Makhai…”
“Come on, I had them go find Bria.”
“Bria?” she smiled as we walked out. “Since when did you give my best friend a nickname?”
“She my best friend too.” I smiled. “I need to slide though, baby, my people gon’ take care of y’all.”
One of my guards was approaching with Kabria, so I gave her a quick hug then kissed my girl before I left so I could go get to work.
Atlyn Grand Arena was packed wall to wall when I got on stage, so I was glad to actually have my girl and her friend with me.
It would have driven me nuts not to be able to see my girl in this big ass crowd.
After performing my first three songs, I noticed a rowdy gang of niggas in the middle.
I immediately peeped the burgundy flags they were throwing up.
Seeing as though they wanted to be seen, I figured I’d give them a show.
I lit another blunt then gave the deejay a nod to play the song he asked me did I want to perform while there.
The nigga Slim and whoever the fuck his brother was, were still hiding in the shadows like some hoes, so I figured I’d have some fun and see if the niggas were really like that.
The beat dropped to one of my latest singles—Fuck Yo’ Dead Homies—that I’d made just for them, and the crowd went wild. I even went so far as to pull the chains I’d snatched off their dead homies and held them up as I rapped the song.
When I got about midway through, a fight broke out then shortly after that some niggas started to shoot.
I wasn’t sure if it was them or someone else, but I quickly abandoned the mic and got the fuck out of there, hurrying to get to my girl.
I grabbed her hand and made sure she had Kabria before I pulled her toward the exit.
Security was pulling up with a truck right when we got outside, so I pulled the door open and pointed, “Go straight to your crib.”
“Wait, no, what are you doing? You’re not coming?” she asked in a panicked voice. “They were shooting in there, Makhai.”
“I know, baby, but you gotta go.” I pushed her gently so she’d get in, but she resisted. “Baby.”
“I’m not leaving without you.”
“Yeah, you are, Lord.” I frowned. “Get in the car.”
“Makhai, what are you going to do?”
“It don’t matter, Diamond, get yo’ ass in the car.” I spat and pointed. I was a lil’ impatient with her ass at the moment because she never just listened. She always had questions and a fucking rebuttal.
“But—”