Heaven Couldn’t Wait For You

Nicki

“What is the fucking point in having a pussy, a uterus and eggs if I can’t make a baby Drake?”

“Well uh you could let someone hit once in a while.”

I walked over to him and slapped him upside the head. The fuck? Really nigga? I’m a bad bitch, I ain’t got time to be poppin’ my pussy for him all the damn time.

“Fuck you think this is? I ain’t got time for sex 24/7 nigga, I’m a bad bitch, I’m not readily available for shit.”

“Calm down, Lewinski. So now you sayin’ you gotta pencil my dick in so you have time to have sex?”

“Well not like that but like that.”

I saw Drake get out his chair and walk away.

“Where you going?”

“To call my side hoe!” He yelled back at me.

This nigga can’t be serious. His side hoe. I grabbed the nearest thing and threw it in his direction.

“I was kiddin’ damn!”

“Yeah okay, watch ya self or Imma be in dat ass pauz.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me nigga.”

I tried to hide my smile, I knew what he was doing. I fall for it every time. I watch him as he stalked back up to me, I cocked my hip, crossed my arms over my chest and rose my eyebrow. Fuck this nigga think he doing. He ain’t gon win this without a fight. He towered over me, looking deep into my eyes. I, of course looked back, showing no fear. I smiled teasingly, displaying my dimples.

“What did you just say to me?”

“You heard me.”

He started moving forward and I moved back until I felt my back touch the wall.

“Said the small woman up against the wall.”

“Just ‘cause I’m up against a wall don’t mean shit.”

I loved it when he did this shit. It turned me on so much. It’s like him be dominant but still a sweetheart. He took my arms and put them over my head.

“Don’t you fucking do it!“

As I finished telling him not to, I felt his fuckin’ hands tickle me.

“YOU HAHAHA FUCKING ASS HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HOLE!! STAHP!! I’M SORRY!!” I screamed. I felt him pick me up and throw me over his shoulder. He started smacking my ass. This was new. He was turning me on and he knew he was.

“Ow! Papi stahp! It hurts!” I told him in my Barbie voice. I felt him put me down on the couch.

“Want me to kiss it make it better?” He asked.

I giggled before nodding and biting my lip. I flip around, getting on my hands and knees. I wiggled my ass at him, teasing him. He slapped my ass before telling me not to tease him. I just giggled and continued to disobey him. I wanted to see what he would do.

Drake

She was testing me, I knew she was. I know her like the back of my hand, I don’t know who she think she foolin’. I smirked at her continuing to disobey. I wanted to tease her, make her beg, whimper and scream for me. My hands reached around to the waistband of her leggings, I quickly pulled them off, ripping them in the process. I heard her complain and whine about her oh so precious leggings. I sunk my teeth into her ass. She screamed before yelling at me, saying not to bite her. I moved lower until I reached her ocean, already nice and wet, just how I like it.

“Ooh.” She whimpered.

“You like that?”

“Mhmm, I want more, you’re teasing me.”

“You do?”

“Yeah and I want the rest of my clothes off.”

“C’mere.” I instructed her.

She got up and stood in front of me. I saw her slowly take her shirt off. I immediately grabbed her sides and pulled her to me, licking and kissing all over flat, toned stomach. I heard light moans escape her lips. I pulled her towards me so she was straddling me. Bringing her lips onto mine, she began to grind her moistened sex against my growing groin trapped in sweatpants. She moaned as I lightly ran my hands down her back, landing and gripping her perfect ass. Withdrawing from the kiss, I moved to her weak spot on her neck. 

Nicki held her arm out on the back of the couch to brace herself as she became weaker and weaker under my grasp.

"Ooh.” She lightly moaned, grinding harder onto me. I could tell she was getting impatient as her whines and whimpers grew louder. Pulling her thong to the side I started massaging her wet slit.

“Papiiii.” She whined. I smiled against her skin.

“It’s not funny.”

I pulled my hand back and stuck my fingers in my mouth, tasting her sweet juice. Quickly I flipped us so Nicki was under me. Looking down at her thong, I saw the thin material was soaked. Taking a quick glance at my sweatpants, there was a somewhat small wet spot. I shook my head and laughed as I took her thong off, tossing them into my mouth as I saw her reach down and begin to rub herself. Her skin was glistening wet from her juices. Light mewls escaped her mouth as she pleasured herself.

“Damn Angel you’re wet as fuck.”

“Shhhut up! I could be w-wet for another nigga.”

I grabbed her hand just as she was reaching her orgasm. Her hips bucked in an attempt to gain the pleasure back.

“Aubrey!” She yelled.

“Yes?”

“You’re a dickhead!”

“Hmmm well that’s what you get for being smart.” She whimpered as I traced around her arousal with my fingertips.

“But but..”

“You’re gonna make it up to me. I want you to beg me to eat you. I want you to say that you get this wet only for me. Which me and you both know but this is just for pure enjoyment on my end.” I instructed as I bent down becoming eye level to her pink glistening flesh.

Sucking her inner thighs, she jerked and writhed. I moved my mouth to the top of her pussy, almost on her clit, I stuck the tip of my tongue out and around her, faintly tasting her sweetness.

“P-pleasee.” I heard her whisper.

“Hm what was that baby?”

“Papi please.” She spoke louder.

“Please what?” I heard her whine and sit up. I locked eyes with her. Want and need was evident on her beautiful face.

“Please eat me Papi please! Look how wet I am for you. Don’t you wanna taste. You eat it so good Papi please!” She begged looking me straight in the eyes. Her voice was soft and her lips had her pout that could make any nigga go broke.

Quickly, planting a sweet kiss on her abdomen i sucked hard on her clit making her yelp and fall back onto the couch. I lapped up her juices as quickly as they flowed out. I spread her labias, making sure to get right on her clit.

“Oh God! Fffffuck!” She exclaimed right on the verge of her orgasm. I kept her there for a little while longer and then started nibbling on her clit sending her over the edge. Her back arched as she gripped the couch cushion. She sprung up and tried to get away, but I held her in place when my arms. I just couldn’t get enough of her sweet fruity flavor. Rolling us over so that she was sitting on my face, she screamed as I continued to devour her.

“Aubrey!!! Fuck! I-I’m gonna c-cumm again!”

“Cum for me!” I told her as my voice vibrated against her pulsating clit. I felt her body tense up as she was reaching her peak.

“FUCK!” She screamed. She immediately got off of me and sat in the corner of the couch with her legs shut, breathing heavily. I got up and her eyes made contact with my hardened member protruding from my sweatpants. She licked her lips before she got up and crawled to me. I could see the look of hunger on her face. She looked up to me and I swear my dick just got harder.

“I love it when you look at me like that.”

I heard her giggle before she pulled off my sweat pants.

Nicki

I could feel my eyes grow with shock from the sight before them. I’ve seen it and had it in 

me so many times you would think I would be used to his size by now. I ran my fingertips over his size making him breathe more heavily. Giggling to myself as I teased him, enjoying this revenge.

“Want me to lick it Papi?” I asked giggling, knowing what his answer was going to be.

He shook his head and smiled while grabbing himself. He started to stroke up and down his long length. I started to get mesmerized

 as I watched him please himself. I felt myself start to drip, moving my hand down to my wet flowing river, I started massaging my most sensitive nerve.

“You like this baby?” A heard a deep voice ask.

I reluctantly took my eyes away from the sight in front of me to look up at him. I bit my bottom lip as I stared into his hazel eyes.

“I wanna taste it Papi.” I told him innocently before wrapping my lips around his top. 

Removing my mouth from him, I started licking around his dick before sucking both of his balls into my mouth. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked his size. I heard him groan before I felt his big warm hands grab my chin and lightly pull me up back to his tip. Taking him into my warm wet mouth with no hesitation, I deep throated him, catching him off guard, making him curse loudly. I continued to bob my head up and down his shaft. His groan and heavy breathing turned me on so much that was leaving a wet spot on the carpet. Soon, he pulled my head up and kissed me sweetly before telling to get on my back. I spread my legs and began play in my wetness as I watched Drake stroke himself. He knelt down in front of me, positioning himself to enter my wetness.

I gasped when I felt him thrust himself inside me. My pleasure was soon replaced with empty feeling as pulled out of me. Before I could say something I felt him push his size back in me, but then quickly pulling out.

“Papi don’t!”

I felt him lean down and kiss my lips as he thrusted hard and deep into me, making me scream out. He kept his pace hard and fast, making sure to bring me close to orgasm. I could hear him groan from my wetness clenching his size as I got nearer to my bliss. 

Gripping his forearms, I screamed out finally falling into my bliss. Drake put me in multiple positions, ones I didn’t even know were possible. By far, he was the best I ever had. He knew all my sensitive spots. He knew how to make me weak and give into him. He knew my moods and how to deal with him. For once, in a very very long time, I fantasized about my future would be like with someone. I pictured, me and Drake getting married and having gorgeous children.

Drake

Looking down at her beautiful face, I remembered the exact day I fell in love with her. She wore that infamous ‘Minaj’ snapback, no makeup, casual clothes, and nothin’ could hide that fat ass she had. She felt me looking at her and she looked up at me for the very first time. She flashed her big dimpled smile and I swear I couldn’t breathe for a second. She was and still is strikingly beautiful. I’ll never forget that day. That was the very start of our relationship. We’ve had our ups and downs, but that only made us stronger and get to where we are today. I was determined to make her mine and I wasn’t gonna give up until I had her.

Switching into my favorite position, I slapped Nicki’s ass, hearing her moan only made me want to do until she was screaming and dripping her sweet liquid all over my dick. I bent down and licked the sweat from her back as she shuddered. I reached around her hip and placed my fingers on her hard sensitive clit. I rubbed her clit in small tight circles, making her legs begin to shake. Thrusting my length into her fast and deep just as she close to climaxing, she collapsed on couch huddled in a heap.

“You givin’ up baby?” I teased.

She flipped her dampened hair over her shoulder and looked me dead in the eyes before saying something smart to me. I gave her a quick warning before I thrusted my size deep inside her wet walls. My ears heard no screams or moans so I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to my chest.

“Whatchu bein’ quiet for? Huh?”

“Hm? I don’t know Papi. Maybe you didn’t hit it right.”

“You and that mouth.”

I let go of her hair and grabbed both of her arms, giving me leverage to pump into her with no mercy since she wanna have a smart ass mouth. She finally broke and started screaming from my deep thrusts.

“Ffffuck!!!”

“Louder!”

“PAPI!!!”

“Cum with me sweetheart.”

Nicki collapsed almost making me do the same when we reached our ecstasy. Heavy breathing was audible as we came down from our sexual high.

“I can’t fucking feel my legs you bastard.” She said in between breaths

“If you don’t keep that smart mouth shut-”

“Whatcha gon do Papi?”

I arched my eyebrow before bending down to Nicki’s level. I spit on my two fingers before putting them into her and curling them to hit her spot. She looked at me with her agape. Her legs visibly started shaking and her moans became audible as she neared another orgasm.

Once she came, I licked my thumb and rested it on her sensitive clit. I pressed down and started rubbing her as I continued to pump my fingers into her. She couldn’t keep herself from screaming. I saw her legs begin to close from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Keep those legs open!”

“I-I can’t uhhh!”

“You wanna cum right?”

“Yes!”

“Then keep those legs open baby.”

She grabbed her legs and held apart just like I told her. I could tell she was close cumming by the way her walls clenched around my fingers. I started to slow my fingers and looked at her beautifully scrunched up face.

“Don’t stop!”

“You gonna stop being a smart ass?”

“Yes!”

“Hm? Apologize!”

“I’m sorry Papi!”

I started to pump my fingers back into her as she screamed and squirted all over the carpet and myself. She started squirming trying get away before I released her. She clamped her legs shut as I saw a bead of sweat roll down the side of her cheek. Getting on my feet, I towered over Nika. She felt my stare and looked up at me. She moved her hands from in between her leg and raised her arms up like a child wanting to be picked up. I shook my laugh and chuckled at her cuteness before reaching down and gathering her in my arms.

~The Morning After~

Drake woke up to the sun’s rays beaming on him through the slightly opened curtain. He looked over at Onika to see her still sound asleep. He chuckled to himself from a thought that ran across his mind. Carefully and quietly he grabbed her arm that was draped over him, so he slide out of bed to make breakfast. Pulling on a pair of basketball shorts he went back over to the massive bed and gave Nicki a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room.

Now, in the kitchen, Aubrey got out Nicki’s favorites, turkey bacon and grabbed her almonds from the pantry before giving her cranberries a quick rinse to wash them. Placing some of the cranberries and almonds into two small dishes, Drake, then began to fry up the turkey bacon making sure it was extra crispy just how Nicki liked. He quickly mixed up some pancake batter before pouring some into the hot greased pan. His pancakes were no where near as good as Nicki’s but he hoped she liked them. Drake arranged all her food and a glass of orange juice on a tray and carried it back to their room.

“Nika..” Drake softly spoke while lightly shaking her. Knowing she wouldn’t wake up, Drake picked up a slice of her bacon and waved it under her nose. Just as he thought she began to stir and open her eyes.

“Good morning my queen.”

“Good morning my king. I smell bacon.”

Aubrey chuckled as he moved the tray of food to her.

“Here you are.” He said. Nicki giggled and sat up. Drake gave her a quick peck on the lip and stole a bite of bacon before disappearing into the bathroom.

~~~~~

It had been a couple days and Nicki still didn’t come out of the master bedroom. Drake gazed up at the stairs hoping to see his beautiful queen descend. It broke his heart to see her in such pain. Not to say he wasn’t heartbroken.

“You seen Nika yet?” Drake’s cousin Ryan asked.

“No, it’s been days.”

“You try getting her to come down?”

“What do you think? She starts yelling and sobbing.”

“I’m so sorry Drizzy. I know how bad you both wanted this.”

“Thanks man, wish me luck I’m going into the dungeon.”

Drake trudged up the steps. He hoped and prayed Nicki would open up to him and just talk to him. They both needed to talk. He desperately wanted to get things back to the way they were.

“Nika?” He whispered in case she was asleep. He walked in and saw her sitting in car by the window, just looking out.

“Can we talk?”

“Not about what I think it is.”

“Nika, this is crazy we need to talk, especially you, you can’t keep holding this in.”

“I have to punish myself.”

“Onika, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Then who the fuck fault is it huh?! You didn’t have a baby growing inside you!! It’s my fault I lost our child!!”

“Nika stop-”

“No!!! You know what I should just move out because I’m not good for you. I can’t keep a baby so what good am I?”

“Excuse you! Don’t ever talk about yourself that way!” Drake exclaimed walking over to the chair across from Nicki.

“You need someone that can give you a baby, someone who you have a future with.”

“I have that someone. It’s you! You’re everything I want Nika!! Okay yes we lost our baby! But it’s only because it wasn’t our time to have one! One day we’ll have one. I’m not leaving you and you sure as hell aren’t leaving.”

Onika chuckled through her tears.

“And I’m not gonna continue to sit here and allow you to sulk over something you had no control over. Yes, you had time to mourn our loss, but you can’t obsess over the what ifs and should’ve, could’ve, whatever.”

Nicki got up and walked over to Drake and sat in his lap. She cuddled up to his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around her, comforting her.

“I just feel bad.” She sniffled.

“I know and I know most of it because you lost your very first baby and not ours is gone. But both times just wasn’t the right time. There’s nothing wrong with you, it just wasn’t the right time. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you forever.”

“I love you too.”

My Son's Teacher // Short Story

Part 2.0

.// n/o’s pov \.

Ms. Maraj extended her arm out to Drake so they could shake hands. She reached behind her and pulled her chair up to her desk. Once she was organized, she looked up and saw Drake staring off into space, a slight daze, which kind of took her by surprize because Drake struck her as a man that would take command of a room, be in charge.

“Mr. Graham?” Ms. Maraj called out in a polite tone. “Um are we ready to start?“

Shaking himself out of his daze, he immediately whipped his head around and made eye contact with, to him, the most beautiful woman he had laid eyes on since Alyssa, which left him uneasy and feeling guilty.

“I’m so sorry. I’m being so rude and disrespectful today. I am so sorry. I don’t know what it is but I just feel off.” He rambled and partially lied, immediately regretting what he just said. He had just met the woman and now he’s basically telling her how his day went like they knew each other for years.

Ms. Maraj smiled at his gentlemanly behavior. There weren’t many men like him around these days and having met one was refreshing to her.

Sifting through the small pile of student folders she had on her desk, she found and pulled out Devin’s.

“I’m sorry to hear that Mr. Graham, but I have something’s that might make you feel a little better.” She said confidently.

Drake lightly smiled and watched her place three of Devin’s math tests in front of him. First one showed his lowest score when the school year started and the last two showed how he progressed since then. A smile grew on Drake’s face, knowing math was his worst subject and Devin’s, he felt immensely proud of him for his progress and growth.


“Wow this is really amazing! His mother would be so proud!” Drake exclaimed.

“But I have an itty bitty piece of bad news.” Ms. Maraj said in a small baby voice.

She pinched her thumb and index finger together to show how small it was. Drake smiled at her behavior before telling her to proceed.

“Um, over the past week, I’ve been noticing his behavior is changing. He’s usually an outgoing kid, focused, and polite to everyone, but it’s like he flipped a switch.”

“Okay, I think I might know the answer to that. His mother died a few months ago and whenever it gets around the same day she died, he acts out or is not himself.” Drake explained the best and as vague as he could.

He watched her facial expressions go from worried to sad and remorseful.

“Oh I’m sorry! I had n-”

“It’s fine, he’s dealing with it the best he can. I try to get him to talk to me, but he doesn’t want me to think about her and get sad. He’s very much like his mother. Thoughtful.”

“Oh my God, I just- I’m so sorry.”

“No no don’t worry about it, we’re making it. Taking it day by day.”

“Right! Of course! Um we have a counselor here and a social worker, I can try and get him set up with them. Maybe that will help.”

“You would do that?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I? Devin is a very bright kid, he has a lot going for him and a ton of potential. I just want to help him in any way I can.” Ms. Maraj spoke with sincerity.

“Okay yeah we can give it a shot.”

“Great!” Nicki exclaimed. “Then we’re all set.”

“Oh okay, thought this would be longer.” Drake said standing up.

Ms. Maraj pushed her chair back before she stood up. She walked around her desk and escorted him to the door of the classroom.

“They’re only long if the kid is bad.”

“Yeah and then the parent flips out and blames the teacher.”

“Yeah how did you know?”

“My wife told me when I got off of work one day about how late her appointment with Devin’s old teacher was and how loud and disrespectful the kids’ mom was.”

“Oh yeah, you wouldn’t believe how wild parent teacher conferences get. Feels like Maury sometimes.” Ms. Maraj joked, making Drake chuckle and flash his million dollar smile, which made Ms. Maraj’s knees go weak.

She knew it was wrong. This was her student’s father who just lost his wife. But she just couldn’t shake the feelings he gave her.

“Yeah.” Drake said, eyeing her up and down, prompting Ms. Maraj blush.

Picked the wrong day to wear a pencil skirt and heels. She voiced in her head.
Standing awkwardly in the doorway, they stared at each other. It was like they were talking with their eyes.

“Ahem.” Another parent cleared their throat, interrupting them.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Ms. Maraj immediately snapped herself from his gaze.

“I’m just going to leave.” Drake mouthed as he started to walk away.

He turned his head around to look in front of him and saw the door frame too late for him to stop himself from hitting his shoulder on him.

“Ooh!” Ms. Maraj uttered.

Drake hurriedly collected himself and before nodding his head at her and leaving.

“Uhm right this way.” Ms. Maraj directed to the parent.

.// drake’s pov \.

My mind was whirling with thoughts and reflections of what happened in there. I shouldn’t be feeling this way! Especially toward my son’s teacher! This is wrong very, very wrong. Why would I do this so close to the same day Alyssa died.  

I reaching the front doors of the elementary school, I walked into the brisk fall weather, giving myself the very needed breath of fresh air.
I need to get myself together. I declared in my head. I sure as hell wasn’t gonna tell Devin this part.

Finally, I arrived at my mom’s apartment to get Devin. He goes to my mom’s everyday after school. He never really got a chance to meet my mom until now since she lived in Toronto and we lived in Atlanta. Too bad it took something like this to get them to meet, but things happen for a reason I guess.

“Hey ma.” I greeted.

“Aubrey, how was the meeting?”

“Great, where’s Devin?” I dismissed.

"Um, I let him play video games since he was done with his homework.”

“Thanks ma.”

“Aubrey is there a problem?”

“No, why would you think there was a problem?”

“You’re being very….short.”

“Im sorry ma, it’s just be a long day.” I half lied.

“Riiiiigggghhhhtt.”

Before she could question me anymore, I went to the living room to snag Devin.

“Yo Dev!”

“Sup Dad, how was the meeting?”

“Fine. You ready?”

“Yeah, but dad what happened?”

“Nothing! Ms. Maraj told me you are getting better in math, but you’re acting out so you’re going to either talk to the school’s counselor or social worker. Now let’s go.”

“Why are you yelling at me?!” Devin screamed back at me and ran to get his bookbag.

“Aubrey!” I heard my mom yell.

“Sorry! Sorry. Rough day! A lot on my mind!”

“Does this have to do with Alyssa?”

“No! It’s just work.”

“I know when you’re lying Aubrey, I’m your mother.”

“What’s with the third degree? Huh? Am I not allowed to have a rough day?”

“Enough! Enough of your funky ass attitude. You may be grown, but don’t think for one second I won’t whoop your ass. Get yourself together.”

“Okay mom, I’m sorry, I was out of line. I just can’t talk about it right now okay?”

“Don’t disrespect me again Aubrey. Are we clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

~

.// n/o’s pov \.

 Drake and Devin made home, but to Drake’s dismay Devin wouldn’t say a word to him. He parked the car and Devin hopped out as fast as he could and ran up to the door.

“You forgot you don’t have a key, Dev?” Drake joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Devin stood there like a statue. Didn’t speak. Didn’t budge. Drake felt his relationship with his son start to go bad shortly after Alyssa’s passed away. Drake and Devin had a good father son relationship, but Devin was like his Dad. A Mama’s Boy.

Unlocking the door, Devin pushed it and walked inside. He threw his bookbag on the couch before running to his room and slamming the door shut.

“Devin! Open the door!” Drake yelled through the door.

“Devin, I’m sor-” Drake paused as he heard sniffling. “Devin, open the door, I promise I won’t yell.”

He heard Devin’s footsteps come to the door quick. Fiddling with the lock, Devin whipped the door open and ran into his father’s arms.

“I-I-I mmmiss her dad! I w-w-want my mommy ba-a-ack!” Devin sobbed into his father’s stomach.

Hearing his son’s cries, nearly made him cry. He wanted to so badly give Devin all that he wanted and he wanted to make Devin happy again. He tried to do everything in power to do so, but he couldn’t do the one thing, Devin and him both wanted most. Drake stood there and hugged his son as tight as he could and told him it was going to be alright.

But was it?

Nikita // Part Three

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Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for. -Bob Marley

Drake’s POV

I felt myself smack against the cold tile flooring in my penthouse. I expected to start coughing up blood, gasping for air, see the white light people talk about, but nothing. A sharp throbbing pain coming from my arm made me wince. I sat up and clutched my arm. 

My hand was covered in blood, well so was my arm I suppose, anyway, I got on my feet and walked over to my kitchen and started taking off my suit jacket, white button up shirt and undershirt. I reached down until my hand touched a piece of fabric. Grabbing the hand towel I left hanging, I wrapped the towel tightly over my wound to stop and soak up the blood.

“She shot me,” I spoke in disbelief, “She really fucking shot me.”

The realization that there was a bullet lodged in my arm sunk in. I sighed and dreadfully walked to my bathroom.

“Worst part of the fucking job.” I mumbled as I got my homemade surgical kit.

I finished seeing myself up and wrapping a bandage around my arm and walked into my room. Pulling open one of my dresser drawers I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and struggled to get my slacks off.

I pushed the doors to my balcony opened and got my hookah. Setting it on the table, I took ahold of the hose and took a pull from it.

“She’s still a piece of work.” The memory entered my head.

"Some things never change.”

~~~~

I woke up the next morning and went through my morning routine. Quickly, throwing on my clothes before heading out to confirm a hunch I suspect late last night.

Locking my penthouse, I walked to the elevators and rode down to the lobby.

 “Rough night Graham?” The doorman asked.

“Let’s just say I ran into my ex girlfriend that is the female version of me.” I responded making us both chuckle as the valet brought my car around.

I hopped in my car and pulled away from the hotel where I lived. Coming to a stop at the intersection down the street, I thought about how I could find Onika.

“Her dad?” I thought to myself.

“No he would have to be stupid to keep living there.”

“Friends….”

“Sherika!” I said aloud, hoping she still lived in that apartment above the shop she always raved about.

The traffic light switched to green and I moved my foot from the brake to the accelerator. I took in the scenery as I drove to my old hood. Boy, a lot of memory were made, I smirked as my mind brought me back to the good ol’ days.
The round orange ball smacked against the ground repeatedly and the scraping of our dirty old Nikes was heard. Beads of sweat formed at my hairline and rolled down the sides of my face. My eyes narrowed in on the hoop with no net, my knees were bent, I raise my arms, and with a flick of my wrist I shoot the ball. Felt like everything was in slow motion. I saw the ball hit the edge of the net and ricochet over to the other side of the court where some local drug dealers and gamblers were standing. The ball hit the cardboard stand that had the three bent cards on it that roped everyone in and stole their cash. Next, the ball bounced and rolled over the drug dealers expensive shoes and clothes. My heart sinks as I immediately remembered the stories my mentor, Wayne would tell about guys like those. I hear yelling and see them all stampeding towards me and my boys, my heart beats harder and faster. Soon, I feel myself being lifted off the ground and thrown onto a fence. I kicked the guy straight in the gut and he dropped me, doubling over in pain. Me and my boy high tailed it all the way back to our houses.

I chuckled at the memory of my first fight, well and the first time I laid eyes on the girl of my dreams.

Nearly passing out, I made it to Wayne’s apartment and started banging on the door. 
Expecting a short guy with a wife beater on, dreads, and a joint hanging out his mouth, to my surprise the short, curvy, butter pecan skin toned girl in my homeroom. I felt like all the air emptied from my lungs. Standing there, just staring until I started hearing the guys from the court.

“WHERES WAYNE?!”

“He’s not here!” She answered with her alluring accent.

“Well where is he?”

“Corner store, he needed papers. Wait, how does a guy like you know Wayne?”

“Long sto-”

“Aye! Light skin! Where you at?”

“Why are you hanging around those guys?!”

“I’m not! Something happened at the courts.”

“What you do Graham cracker?!”

“Aye! Dere he go!”

Before I had time to react, I felt myself being launched into door frame.

“Is this your little girlfriend? She’s sexy! Aye Mami what you doing with a dork like this?” I saw the guy walked over to her and start to grab her.

“I’m not his girlfriend! Don’t touch me!”

Getting up and turning around, I lunged at him and pushed him off of her and started hitting him. Soon, he got the upper hand and started hitting me, but not for long. I heard my crush screaming at him to get off of me and then I heard him groan. He got off of me and went at her. What I saw next, will forever be embedded in my mind. She had moves like Jet Li from the movie Aaliyah was in.

“Get outta here!!” She yelled after them.

His boys ran almost as I did, once they saw what she did to their boy, couldn’t help but chuckle.

“And you?! What the fuck did you do to get them to attack you?!”

“Aye Barbie! What’s going on?” A raspy voice asked. “I saw a bunch of niggas runnin’ for their lives what did you do?”

“They chased him down,” she said pointing at me, “then one of them tried to cop a feel!!” 

She yelled adding in some Spanish and Patois while going back inside.
I just laid there. Stunned. God, she was sexy! That was sexy! A girl that handle herself and gets good grades is attractive to me. She is attractive to me. She’s really gonna make me fall in love with her.

Turning on the busy street I thought Sherika lived on and going 5 miles per hour because of these fucking pedestrians and shit, I got frustrated and double parked.

Getting out of my Audi, I stopped and took a look at the small boutique that had an apartment sat elegantly on top. Overhead of the store there was also an impeccable sign that read “Bella Couture” in light silvery pink cursive letters. I could feel it in my gut that I had the right place, I got my real confirmation once I saw a woman walk down a flight of spiral stairs holding a dress.
 
I made my way over to the shop walked in and heard the bell chime, signaling someone had come in. I stood and waited for her to come over and as expected she made her way to the front, saying what I guess was her usual greeting.
 
“Bonjour! Bienvenue à Bella Couture , où la robe de vos rêves devient une réalité. How may I help-”
(Translation: Hello! Welcome to Bella Couture, where the dress of your dreams becomes a reality.)

Once she finally looked up, she pauses and then her face formed from shock into excitement.
 
“Oh my God! So that’s why she was acting all weird! Aubrey!” She held out her arms and brought me into a hug that I gladly accepted.
 
“What are you doing here? Well, I know what you’re doing here but how can I help?”

“Would I be crossing bounds if I asked if you could tell me where Nika lives?”

“Yes you would be. You may be cool and all, but girl code sir.”

“I understand.” I said in defeat, not knowing what to do next.

“You know you look like Dopey when you get that disappointed frown on your face.”

 “One of the seven dwarfs, Sherika? Really?!”

“I COULDN’T HELP IT!!” She exclaimed in between her cackles that were similar to Nika’s.

“So are you gonna help me or continue to laugh, because-”

“Yes I’m going to help you!! Geez! It’s just a joke!”

“Oh. Hahaha.” I pretended to laugh and slap my knee.

“She owes me a gown back. I’ll call her, go up to my apartment. I gotchu.”

“Thank you.” I said and took the key she holding out for me.“

About 15 minutes later, I get a text from Sherika saying Nicki was on her way. I felt my heartbeat speed up. How was she going to react when she sees I’m not dead? I was taken out of my thoughts by hearing the front door open. Standing up and facing the door, I took a deep breath and waited for her to emerge.

"You still aren’t gonna tell me who the old friend you ran in-” She started to ask.

We locked eyes and I watched the look of shock develop on her face. The dress she was holding in her arm fell to the floor along with her mouth.

“Y-You’re not d-d-dead.”

“Nika please listen to me.”

“Of course he’s not dead, Nic.” Sherika stated confusingly.

“You set this up?” She turned her attention to Sherika.

“He’s your ex boyfriend and you guys ended weird so I thought you would want to see him. You know, it been a while.”

“Why would you do this?!”

“What’s wrong with you Nic?”

“¡No tenías derecho!” (You had no right!) Nicki yelled and started walking closer and closer to Sherika.

“What do you mean I had no right?! He’s an old friend!”

“¡Para que tal vez! ¡Rompió mi corazón y causó mi padre a ser la forma en que es ahora! ¿Por qué haría esto?- just forget it! I’m leaving! Here’s your fucking dress.” (To you maybe! He broke my heart and caused my father to be how he is now! Why would do this?) 

She screamed in another language, which left me thoroughly confused. I felt like we were back as teenagers when she yelled at me.

Standing cautiously, I waited for anything to happen. I tried to push the thought away that she would hit Sherika. I mean that’s her best friend, you wouldn’t fight your best friend ri-

“AYE AYE!! ONIKA!!!” I yelled as she and Sherika started to scrap.

I grabbed Nika with one arm and held Sherika off with my other.

“LET GO OF ME! Hijo de la gran puta.” (Son of a bitch) She muttered the last part.

"Drake what the hell is going on?!”

“It’s a long story, but it’s not your fault. Okay? Thank you.” I rushed Sherika.

I chased Nicki down the hall. I went to grab her, but she hit me where she shot me and 
made me let go of her.

“Onika!”

“Go away!”

“I can’t take back what happened to your father!” I yelled knowing it would stop her dead in her tracks.

Walking up to her, I swiftly grabbed her in my arms, locking her arms down. She started kicking and screaming, which was predictable.

“Shut up!!” I yelled.

Getting frustrated, I put her against the wall, trapped her arms above her head, and covered her mouth with my hand.

“Quit fucking hitting and kicking me! I can’t take back what happened or change a damn thing! So, let me help you now while I still feel like it!” I looked dead in her brown eyes as they started to well up with tears.

“Why should I trust you again?” She asked me quietly as her tears spilled from her eyes.

“I’m not a little boy anymore. I had to protect my mom, I wish you could understand that. I didn’t want to do what I did, I swear to God Onika, I didn’t have a choice.”

“You know, my dad could’ve protected you and your family!”

“He was in my house Onika!! I’m sorry that it happened to you and your dad, I’m sorry! But I’m not the one who did it!”

“We trusted you with our secret!”

“I know and for that I’m sorry! So please let me fix it! I have a target that will be at the Del Frisco at 9 pm and at the restaurant there will be a man named, Dwight Walker. He has information on Darius Malcolm. If you don’t meet me there, by 9 o’clock, I’ll stop trying to help and you won’t hear from me again.” I ran down my itinerary for the evening to her before walking away.

Taking the parking ticket off of my windshield, before getting in the car. I tossed it over to the passenger side. I exhaled and ran my hands over my face, before I started my car and pulled off. Pulling into the valet section, I got out and tossed my keys to the man at the booth.

“Welcome back, Graham.” My doorman said to me.

I nodded in response and headed towards the elevators. I had about two hours to spare before I had to get ready.

“Oh, what am I getting myself into.”

| Two Hours Later |

After getting out of the shower, I wrapped a white towel around my waist and walked to my bedroom. I went into my closet and grabbed a pair of dark wash jeans, a grey v-neck sweater, a suit jacket, a pair of dress shoes. Throwing a couple chains around my neck and putting my Rolex on my wrist. Going over to my safe, I entered my four digit code and grabbed my glock out. I loaded my magazine and slid in it and pulled back the barrel to load one in the chamber. Hiding it behind my back, I pulled down my sweater and suit jacket to cover it. Going to the door, I grab my wallet and my keys before heading out.

Deciding on parking a little bit down the street, I got out and walked into the restaurant and told the hostess my name.

“Uh. Corey Andrews.”

“Right this way, Mr. Andrews.”

I looked at watch and saw it read, 8:55 pm. I sighed and sat down, asking the waiter for a glass of water. Causally, I looked about the restaurant for my target and my informant. 

Locating my target, I saw him sitting at the bar. I got up and made my way over there.

“Excuse me, what is that man drinking over there?”

“Hennessy on the rocks. Would you like one?”

“Um not just yet, thank you.”

Turning around, I saw Nicki at the front, talking to this man. My blood began to boil, so I started walking over.

“Umm, I’m married.” I thought I heard her say.

I saw him look at me and then lean down and whisper something in her ear.
Coming up from behind her, I wrapped my arms around her teeny waist and kissed her neck, inhaling her sultry scent.

“Ready?” I asked.

She nodded in response. I grabbed her hand and walked over to our table. Pulling out her chair and pushing her back in once she sat down.

“Uhm what was that over there?”

“What was what?”

“Drake, stop playing dumb.”

“You look wonderful Nic.”

“Thanks.” She replied with an attitude.

“So what did he say?”

“Oh, he told how much he liked my ass so I figured I should just make a date with him so I could bounce these cheeks for him.” She smirked before grabbing my water and taking a sip. I narrowed my eyes at her.

“Oh, so you it wasn’t you that I heard say we were married?” I retorted, making her choke on the water.

Checking my watch, once again, I decided it was time to execute my target. Saying a polite excuse me to Nicki, I walked over to bar and ordered a Hennessy on the rocks. The bartender whipped it right up and put it right in front of me with her name and number on the coaster napkin. I could feel Nicki’s eyes burning holes into me so I smirked and thanked her. While her back was turned, I reached into my suit jacket pocket and pulled out a tiny vial. 
Emptying its contents into the drink, I stirred it before getting up and walking over to the man. Sneakily grabbing the empty glass in front of him while he was too busy making a fool out of himself and put the full, spiked drink in its place. Before heading back to the table, I put his empty glass in my place, grabbing the napkin and placing it in my jacket.

“Oh you’re husband is so handsome, Mrs. Andrews.” I heard the hostess say.

“Uhm he’s not-okay.”

“So, how are you Mrs. Andrews?”

“That’s your cover name? Psh.”

“What’s yours?”

“Nikita.”

“Still? Played out much.”

“Whatever, what did that bitch say to you at the bar?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t! Just making conversation.”

“Just making conversation, okay.”

“You know what, I don’t have to be here.”

“You don’t but you are and you aren’t going anywhere, so get out of you funky ass attitude and put on a good show for Dwight and follow my lead, okay Mrs. Andrews.”

“Arrogant ass.” She muttered before taking her phone out of her clutch.

About 10 minutes passed and the hostess came over telling me a man was asking for me.

“Bring him over.”

“You know a please would be appreciated.” She spoke up.

“My charm does way better than a please would.” I replied, which prompted her to gag and roll her eyes.

“Ah Dwight, have a seat.”

“Who is-”

“She’s harmless don’t worry.” I cut him off. I tried my best to ignore the pain in my shin from her kicking me.

“Here’s what I got, Malcolm has a trip to Paris in the next week. Alway guarded by four men. Take care of those men, you got your guy.
 
“What kinda informant are you? That was the lamest shit I have ever heard. I heard jailhouse snitches with better stories.” Nicki interrupted.

“Yo, I thought you said she was harmless.”

“I did, I forgot she’s been drinking so you know women, blah blah blah. Thanks man, we’ll be in touch.”

“Oh really Drake?”

“What?! You broke character, I had to say something.”

“That’s what you get for giving a whack ass role. You play the back bitch, I’m in the front. When are you going to learn this?”

“I guess the same time, you learn that your feelings for me are still there which is one of the reasons why you came here. Along with why you hunted me down. When are you gonna learn you aren’t as slick as you think. I’ll text you what we’re going to do next.”

“You don’t have my-” She stopped talking as soon as she saw me place her phone back in front of her.

“Like I said, you are as slick as you think.”