Miami's Superstar, page 13
We’d talked this morning before she went to work and again this afternoon when she’d gotten off, so I knew that our date was still on, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what was taking them so long to answer the front door. I was just about to bang on the door again, but it was forcefully pulled open. I looked at the man on the other side of the door, and all I could do was shake my head. This had to be the nigga who kept Ryan up at all hours of the night while he beat her mother’s ass.
I didn’t even know this coward, but standing there watching him, I just knew it was something about him that I didn’t like. It could be the fact that a seventeen-year-old girl lived in the house who didn’t come from out of his nut sack, yet he was walking around this bitch in these little ass draws and nothing else. A cigarette was dangling from his mouth, and he was holding onto a bottle of Corona.
“Fuck you knocking on my door for, little nigga? You lost or some shit?” he asked me.
It took everything in me not to snatch that glass bottle from his hands and crack him upside the head with it, then proceed to stomp his big ass out with my timbs, but I didn’t know how Ryan felt about this nigga, and I didn’t want to hurt her by hurting him.
“Throw some pants on then come out here and fight me. After I beat your ass, let me know if you still think I’m a little nigga,” I challenged.
He didn’t even respond to what I said. Seconds later, I heard movement, and that’s when I saw Ryan come to the front door. In the past, whenever I’d see her, her hair was always in a bun, or she had it in its naturally, curly state. She switched up on a nigga tonight. Her hair was flat ironed straight, and it was so long that it looked like weave on her. The white, Marilyn Monroe shirt that she wore along with the white jeans, and pink and white slides that she wore was plain, but still, she looked good in it.
She had a wraparound purse on her shoulder, and when she reached me, I handed her the flowers. Like I knew she would, she blushed when she saw them and then she thanked me and joined me on the porch. Seconds later, we heard the front door slam shut.
That nigga slammed the door like he was jealous or some shit that I was taking Ryan out on a date. That’s when I scratched the back of my head, and a question ran through my mind that I didn’t really want to ask, but I was curious to know.
We made it to my car, and I assisted her in getting in, and then I came around and got in as well. Before I even pulled off, I turned in her direction, placing my hand on the bottom of her chin, and forcing her to look me in my eyes.
“I was around that nigga for probably three minutes tops, and in that amount of time, I was able to get bad vibes from him. What’s your relationship like with him?” I asked, looking her deep into her eyes as if I was trying to read her soul.
“Basically non-existent. Malik doesn’t really talk to me like that. If he has anything he wants to say to me, he just tells my mom, and she’ll tell me. Some words were exchanged between us a couple of weeks ago, and we haven’t really said anything to each other since then,” she told me, and I nodded.
“That nigga ever touch you?” I asked her, and she quickly shook her head no.
“No, my mom used to beat me growing up, but he never touched me,” she said, and I shook my head.
“Nah, that’s not how I meant that. Did the nigga ever touch you?” I asked her, and her face dropped because she knew what I was getting at this time.
“Hell no! Malik can be creepy as hell, especially when he drinks and gets high, but he never touched me in that way,” she let me know.
“Alright. I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to cover for that nigga either. I’m a house away. If that nigga ever puts his fuckin’ hands on you, let me know, and I can guarantee you that that will be the end of that,” I let her know.
I don’t know if I was tripping, but I just got bad vibes from that nigga. He slammed the door a few minutes ago like Ryan as his baby mama, and I was the new nigga in her life, getting ready to take her out on a date. His bitch was probably in the house, so I had no idea why he would feel a type of way about me taking Ryan out. I let her chin go, and then I ran my hands through her long, silky hair.
“I like what you did to your hair. It’s sexy,” I said, and she blushed while thanking me. It was just something about her innocence that I loved. “I made us reservations for a couple of different spots because I wasn’t sure what types of food you like. What’s your all-time favorite?” I asked her.
She thought about it for a few, and then she answered my question.
“I like seafood,” she let me know.
Then seafood, it was. One of the restaurants that I’d made us reservations for was Lobster Bar Sea Grille, which was down on Miami Beach. Again, all things that I’ve never been to before with a female. The fanciest place I ever took a female to was Red Lobster. Just from the location of where I was getting ready to take Ryan, I could tell that the place was nice.
During the ride, which was going to be a little bit over thirty minutes, I picked her brain about a few things. I already knew that her birthday was coming up in a few months because she told me about it during one of our late-night conversations. I knew a lot about Ryan so far, but I still felt like you could never really know a person like that. Hell, I just found out yesterday that Mani doesn’t like syrup on her pancakes. Who the fuck doesn’t like syrup on their pancakes?
I didn’t know if maybe Ryan was more comfortable around me now or what, but she was even opening up more to me. Usually, I was the one who did the majority of the talking, but she was keeping up with me tonight. I just loved the sound of her sweet, angelic voice when she talked. She had a Miami accent that was cute, and her voice was soft. It felt good to actually be around a female that I could actually converse with.
A lot of the bitches that I kicked it with, they just wanted to know when I was going to make them my girl, or they were too busy trying to fuck me. Don’t get me wrong, I was trying to fuck on them too, but damn, if that was all a bitch could offer me, then I didn’t want her. Ryan had already proven to me that I could be around her for long periods of time, and sex wouldn’t be the only thing that I wanted from her.
Something about this girl was telling me that she was going to be the one. Something about that smile told me that she was going to be the reason why I stopped purchasing condoms because when I start sliding up in her, it’ll always be me sliding in her bare. Something about her had me seeing images of us getting married and her carrying all ten of my kids. I saw us taking this music shit to the next level, and although I wasn’t a rapper, I could see us becoming the next Jay and B. Either what I felt was real or the weed that I smoked a couple of hours before I came and picked her up had me talking crazy.
“I guess this is the part where we wait for the food to come, and you start eating all shy in front of me, right?” I asked, making her laugh.
“I guess so. Just don’t stare at me while I’m eating. I’m easily embarrassed,” she let me know.
I told Ryan that she could order whatever she wanted on the menu, and we both ended up getting the main lobster dinner. Although she was telling me not to look at her when she ate, I was going to do the exact opposite. While we waited for our dinner, we talked about a little bit of everything. When the food came, it was as if it came quickly because we were doing so much talking. They placed Ryan’s food in front of her first, and for about five minutes, I got a kick out of sitting across from her and watching her struggle to crack open the lobster.
“I can’t do it,” she finally let me know.
I reached over the table and grabbed her plate. In no time, I had the lobster cracked open, and then I slid it back over to her.
“I can feed it to you too if you want,” I told her.
Although I sounded like I was playing when I said it, I was dead ass serious. She looked at me for a few seconds, but she didn’t bother to respond. I guess she thought I was bullshitting or something. I finished my food before Ryan, and when she finally finished, I dropped a few bills on the table that would cover the bill, plus a nice tip for the waitress.
Ryan said that she didn’t want anything for dessert, so it was no point in us sticking around. Besides, I wanted to walk the beach with her for a little bit tonight. My car was parked in the parking garage, so that left Ryan and I enough time to come back when we wanted to. It was dark out, but the way they had the lights up around the beach area, it gave just enough light for you to see.
Now that we were in the sand, Ryan was holding her slides in one hand while she held my hand with her free hand. This moment was perfect to a nigga. It was a little breeze out, I had a beautiful lady with me, we’d just had an amazing dinner, and I was already anticipating the next time that we would be able to do this.
I found us a beach chair that was ducked off in the back and took a seat down on it first. I slightly spread my legs a little bit, only so that Ryan could sit in the middle of them. I knew she was scared to make that move. Although it wasn’t the brightest out there, I could still see the hesitation written all over her face.
“Come on, beautiful. You already know I’m not going to bite you,” I said softly and patted the space in front of me that had her name written all over it.
She took her time placing the slides next to the chair, pulled her jeans up a little bit, and then she sat down in front me. I was laid back, but I did reach my hand up and place it on the front of her stomach so I could pull her back closer to me. If only there was a mirror in front of us, so that I could have been able to see her facial expression when I did that.
It was obvious that Ryan didn’t have much experience when it came to being in the presence of a man. I wasn’t rushing shit with her, but I did like the fact that I was her first with a lot of things. She didn’t have to even tell me, but the other night, when she and I shared that kiss in my bedroom, I could already tell that it was her first time kissing. Not because I was able to tell from the kiss, but like I said, it was something about her innocence.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked, sitting up a little bit in the chair.
I removed her hair from the side of her neck, and that’s where I placed my head. The mixture of the music that was playing outside, the sound of the water, and just the overall talking that came from people out on the beach made it a little hard for me to hear what she was saying. Plus, it gave me an excuse to get closer to her.
“Who is Shakia?” she asked, taking a nigga by surprise.
Shakia had been blowing my phone up during the whole dinner, and as much as I wanted to just turn my phone off, I couldn’t because I had my little sister at home with my grandmother, and I needed to keep my phone on so she could call me in the event of an emergency. A nigga didn’t have no iPhone or no shit like that, so it wasn’t like I could block her or nothing. Not that I couldn’t afford it or anything, but the little metro that I had was good enough for me. I brought Mani the iPhone, but I had yet to get it myself.
Although I couldn’t block Shakia, I did silence my phone so it would stop ringing at the table every five minutes. I didn’t even peep that Ryan had seen Shakia’s name displayed on my phone because she never said anything about it during dinner. Not going to lie, although she was questioning me about a bitch when she and I weren’t even in a relationship, it had me smiling. That meant that she was fuckin’ with me on that level, and that she liked me and was jealous, knowing that another bitch was calling me during our time.
Usually, when any bitch that I’m fucking with questioned me about another bitch, it would piss me off in a second and turn me the fuck off, but the shit was different with Ryan. I could take her being jealous because if the roles were reversed, I would probably be a little salty as well if another nigga was calling her phone while she and I were out at dinner.
“That’s nobody serious. If you ever ask me a question, I always plan to keep shit one hundred with you. Although Shakia and I have never been in a relationship, we have shared relations for a while,” I told her and then I felt her nodding her head.
For about five minutes, it was just complete silence. If I had any super powers, I swear, I would be eager than a motha fucka to see what was going through Ryan’s head right now. I knew females, and one of the traits that they possessed was the fact that they tended to over think every fuckin’ thing. By now, Ryan was probably picturing me fucking the shit out of Shakia, which was why the only thing I was getting from her was silence. She needed this silence to come up with all of crazy scenarios in her head about Shakia and I. Eventually, she released a sigh, and that’s when she prepared herself to say something to me.
“I don’t know if it’s because you’re the first guy that I’ve ever been this close with or kissed for that matter, but I have feelings for you. It isn’t just because of how handsome you are either because I’m sure you get that all the time. You have to understand that for the majority of my life, I’ve pretty much been a loner. I used to get picked on all the time when I was younger because I was always bigger than most kids my age. The only friend that I ever really had was my close friend Nia, and then her cousin Raven came along, so I gained her too.
“I never got that male attention from any boy, which always caused me to question my beauty or my lack thereof. With you, I just feel like you’re the first guy to notice me and call me beautiful for that matter. I don’t know if I should feel naïve or gullible for liking you or if I should feel comfortable enough in my skin to actually know that I do have physical qualities about myself that could cause a man to be interested. I guess what I’m asking you is what do you see me as? Will I just be another Shakia that you have in your life that you have relations with? I’m just the girl from next door that you want to create music with? Whatever it is that you want from me, I want to know now because if I’m going to look like a fool for loving you, let me know now before my feelings grow anymore, and it’ll be easier for me to back out now,” she said, giving a nigga a mouthful.
The way Ryan just expressed herself to me, I swear one would think that she was my age or even older than me. I’m not going to lie, when I found out her age, it had me looking at myself a little sideways because I wasn’t used to fuckin’ with women that were younger. Hell, I was twenty-one, and I knew a lot of chicks my age who were immature as fuck, so I could only imagine how a seventeen-year-old would be. Ryan was the exact opposite of what I painted her out to be, though.
“Ryan, not even on no cocky shit, but you got to understand that it’s so many different ways that I can get pussy. Remember the first time I met you, and I was standing on the porch, yelling at you, trying to get your attention and shit? Well, that was my first time having to put any type of energy in when it came to getting a woman. I’m so used to being able to get shit from a woman because they know that a nigga has a little bit of money and because of my looks. I say that to say I wouldn’t waste your time just to get some pussy from you, when I have bitches lined up who are ready and willing to sit on my dick.
“Pussy is not even the main thing that I want from you. I mean, if we take it there then cool, but I’m not expecting you to drop your draws for me tonight because I took you out to dinner and to the beach. Nah, that’s what fuck niggas do, in my opinion. I want us to finish creating music together, continue to grow this friendship, and do whatever the fuck comes with it.
“Ryan, the first time you sang for me, you and I shared a connection right then and there. I ain’t never in my life been able to connect with someone like that on a music level. Something tells me that if I keep you around, I’m going to gain a best friend and a partner. Just stick the shit out with me and don’t worry about bitches like Shakia. On some real shit, if Shakia knew who you were, that bitch would give up her soul to be in your shoes,” I let her know.
I turned her head around and our faces were close as hell to each other and like magnets. It wasn’t long before our lips connected with each other. I swear I wasn’t a kisser. I especially wasn’t the type to actually sit my ass there and tongue kiss with a female, but here I was, swapping spit again. I knew Ryan was horny and probably for the first time in her life was dying to get fucked. It was obvious in the way that she was hungrily kissing me, plus she was lightly grinding her hips into the chair that we were sitting in.
I reached my hands up and placed them on the front of her shirt, that way I could massage her nipples through the blouse that she was wearing. She moaned against my lips, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her.
9
Montay Knight
“Teddy told me the other day that you messing with some young chick that stays next door. He said he walked in on y’all the other night, and y’all were in your room rehearsing and shit. He told me that y’all were in this bitch looking like the new Ike and Tina or some shit,” I cracked, as I sat outside on the porch with Messiah at his house.
I had pulled up on him because the nigga was always trapping or doing something related to his music, and I felt like we rarely had time to kick it with each other. I had my own shit going on too, which was why I wasn’t always able to have much free time either. Along with that, it gave me a chance to see what was going on with Mani. My lil mama had straight cut a nigga off. I hadn’t heard from her ass since the evening she stormed out of my apartment crying and shit.
I’ll admit that growing up, a nigga had it hard. I mean, I had the type of life that young boys would probably drop down on their knees and pray to God that they never had it as bad as I did. This shit was about to sound very repetitive and so similar to just about every young, black male from the hood, but oh well. Like so many other young boys who grew up in the projects, my ole boy was absent in my life, which left my mother to raise me. That really wasn’t saying much because that bitch could barely do that right. I can’t tell you the number of times that a nigga was stuck in school until the street lights would come on because she would forget to come and pick me up.
