Daddy's Little Girl

c h a p t e r 9

(Paris:) 

I laid back on my bed with Maurice laying beside me. We spent the whole day together, just staying at my house and talking. He didn’t have practice, but I had still had to go to work in about an hour or so. I wasn’t too proud to admit that I was a stripper, especially to Maurice, but I knew that it was to be announced sooner or later. I had been stripping for approximately three weeks making tomorrow a month, and I didn’t plan on doing it much longer. Well, hopefully. 

“I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so proud of you.” I sung to Maurice as I looked over at him. His eyes were closed and he was smiling.

“Damn, how many times you gon’ sang that faggot ass song, Paris?” He asked with annoyance in his voice. 

“I just can’t get over the fact that you really out. Maurice, I’m so proud of you!” I squealed, rolling over on top of him and straddling his waist.

“I don’ told you I’m all about my way into the NBA and-”

“You tryna play for the Lakers, okay, I get it, Mar. You gave up the gun shot for a jumpshot.” I said, looking down on him. I really loved Maurice, despite all the overprotective shit he puts on me. He’s like a second Kayden, and I was okay with that.

“Interrupt me again and watch if ion beat yo’ ass.” He replied as he lifted up both his hands and slapped me gently on both of my cheeks, repeatedly. 

“You so damn violent. I thought you was supposed to leave that behind, too.” I said as I gripped on his strong arms, but he continued to slap me.

“Naw, Pair. Ain’t shit changed ‘bout me, so if you was planning on buckwildin’, gon’ head. I’ll still kill yo’ ass regardless.” He said, nonchalantly. I looked at him for a while before releasing my hands from his arms, and resting my face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around my back as he craddled me. 

“Maurice, do you hate me? Do you love me? Or, are you just bipolar?” I asked, looking up at him, placing my chin on his chest. His head was turned up to the ceiling, and his eyes were closed.

“Fuck kinda question that is? You must expect me to answer that?” He asked, not looking at me, but rubbing my back soothingly. “See, you just snapped on me, but you rubbing my back like all shit fine.”

He smacked his teeth, then took the elastic band that wrapped my hair up in a ponytail off. He flowed my hair along my back and began playing in it. “Paris, you been knowing me since we was damn near toddlers, right? Err’ since that day that we met, I told myself I’ma take care you, since you took care of me. Nah tell me, has there been one time where I ain’t do that?” I shook my head ‘no,’ “Aight, so, I know you dumb as hell sometimes, but them questions you just asked hella stupid. You know damn well I love yo’ ass to death, ain’t got no type of hate in my blood for you nor am I bipolar. The only reason why I threaten to beat yo’ ass is because I’m just being real witcha’. I’ll drag yo’ ass up and down and round and round this whole damn block, just because I love you. You know the majority of the time I say I’ma beat you, ion do it, but last night when you told me that shit, I just had to. I ain’t know what else to do. I ain’t know if I was taking my anger out on you from going ova my mama house, or the fact that you lied to me. After all these years I don’ been real with you, you gon’ go back and lie to me. That shit really hurt a nigga, but you know what? I ain’t leave yo’ damn driveway. One, cause I was sleepy as hell. And, two, I love you too much to beat yo’ ass and have you bleedin’ up in the house. So, if you ever wanna ask me some bullshit like that again, you better flashback yo’ memory back to the first day you let a nigga up in yo’ crib.” He finished, packing my hair back up and putting it in a ponytail, then placing his hand on the back of my head. 

I kissed his tshirt where his chest lay before laying my head back on it, “I love you, too, Mar.” He took the elastic back off of my hair and played in my hair again.

“You must be nervous or something? ‘Cause you keep fucking with my hair.” I mumbled into his chest. 

“Stop asking me all these damn question fo’ I - Man, just shut the fuck up.” He said as he tangled both of his hands in my hair. I smiled to myself.

“You went to your mama’s house?” I asked as I felt him tense up under me.

“Geah, how you know?”

“You just said it.” I said, rolling my eyes and flicking his ear. He retaliated quickly by slapping my forehead hard as hell. “Fuck wrong with you, girl? But, geah... I went ova her house.”

“Did anything happen?” I asked, rubbing my forehead where he slapped it.

“Naw, what make you thank dat?” He asked, putting my hair back in a ponytail. You could tell he was lying, just by the thick accent that always overtakes him when he lies.

“You lying to me now, Mar? I should beat yo’ ass fa’ that.” I said, giggling which caused him to chuckle and throw me off of him and onto the other side of the bed. “Ain’t you ‘pose to be getting ready?” He asked, sitting up and taking out his phone. I took the phone out of his hands and checked the time. He was right.  I threw his phone back on his stomach as he grunted. 

“Yeah.” I mumbled as I got up and went to my closet. Thru my periphial vision, I could see Maurice shaking his head. I ignored him and took out a loose fitting plain pink tshirt and some stonewashed skinny jeans with my yellow stripper heels. I went over to my drawer and pulled out a yellow and black lace bra with the matching panties. I held all my items in my hands and looked at Mar. “I gotta get dressed.” I simply said, as he stared at his scrolling phone.

“And?” He asked, taking one glance at me and back at his phone.

“And, I want you to leave so I can.” I said, raising my eyebrows at him.

“You gon’ get naked for other niggas, so don’t be afraid to get naked for me.” He replied, looking up at me and smiling. I gave him a blank look and said, “If you’n get out, Mar, I’ma-”

“You gon’ what?” He asked, getting up and walking towards me which gave me chills. He wasn’t playing last night when he was beating my ass, and I got the bruises and scars to prove it.

“I’ma ask you very nicely could you please step out my room so I could get ready.” I quickly said, as I looked up at him. He laughed, “You a fucking bitch. I’m finna head out, tho. Call me when you off, aight? I ain’t playing witcho ass neither.” He said. I nodded my head quickly as he towered over me. “Everytime I beat yo’ ass, you always wanna act like you scared of me. You betta bring yo’ ass.” He said, opening his arms for me to hug him. I wasted no time to drop the items in my hands and wrap my arms around his body and lay my head on his chest. I sniffed in his cologne as he wrapped one arm around the back of my neck. Maurice is a true definition of a bestfriend.

“I love you, Mar.” I said as he released me and I looked up at him. He smacked his teeth and made his way to the door, closing it behind him after he left. I sighed and squated down and began picking my clothes up. I heard my door being opened again and Maurice popped his head thru the small crack, looking down at me. “I love you, too, Paris.” He said, winking at me and closing the door back. I grinned to myself and shook my head. That's Maurice for ya’.


I finished putting on my outfit and checked myself out in the mirror. I smiled at my reflection, but the smile hid so many pains behind it. My father going to jail, my occupation, and the insecurity of my body. I didn’t blame Maurice for beating my ass, because if my daughter was doing the exact same thing I was, I would. I also don’t blame myself for doing what I’m doing because I wanna provide my mama with the money that my father can’t give us anymore. I don’t blame Kayden for being overprotective on me, but I guess he wasn’t being too protective since he hasn’t found out what I’m doing yet. I wouldn’t mind if he beat my ass, too, just so he could knock some sense into me, cause that’s what I really need. Why am I stripping? I don’t wanna do it anymore, but the money is so good, I can’t stop. I don’t blame my mama for being a bad parent, because she isn’t. I chose the fast lifestyle myself, even when everyone been telling me to avoid it since I was little. I don’t blame my father, because he warned me about this life but I didn’t choose to listen. I just wish my father was still around. I wouldn’t be dancing on a pole for thirsty men. I would be dancing on a stage, fully clothed, in front of millions of people, and getting handclaps at the end.

I tightened the ponytail Maurice did for me, then grabbed my purse and phone. It vibrated in my hand, but I decided against checking it. I left my house, and tossed my phone and purse to the passenger seat of the car. I got out of my driveway and made my way to the club.

I parked my car in my parking spot, which was right in between Camilla’s and my friend, Grapez’s. Camilla’s car was there, but Grapez’s car wasn’t which was odd for her, since she’s never late to work. I grabbed my purse and phone, and headed towards the steps to the backdoor of the club.

I pulled the door back and squeezed myself in the small space, as I waited for Rod’s face to appear. The screen came on and Rod looked at me and smiled, but his smile wasn’t as glowly as it usually is. “Wassap, Champange?” He asked, which wasn’t natural at all, because he never askes me ‘wassap’ and he never calls me by my stripper name. 

“Tired. You aight?” I asked.

“I’m straight. What’s your code?” He asked, getting straight to the point, no flirting, no nothing.

“915.” I said, as he opened the door to the quiet set of strippers. Everyone was getting ready, but it was dead silent. I walked in and immediatly got love from my coworkers. I greeted them and headed to Camilla’s section, where she was doing her hair.

“Hey, mami.” I said, standing behind her and kissing her cheek. She twisted her lips up to return the kiss. “Hey, doll.”

“Why everybody so damn quiet, and sad?” I asked her as I looked at her thru the mirror.

“If yo’ ass would text a bitch back, you woulda known. What you been up to today?” She said, quietly.

“I’ve been with Maurice all day, what happened?” I asked, frantically.

She took a deep sigh and shook her head. Propping her elbows on her table, she rubbed her face with one hand before she looked back up at me, “Grapez was shot lastnight. She’s in a real bad condition, but I’m praying she pulls thru.”

I looked at her in disbelief. Why would someone wanna shoot Grapez? She so damn cool, funny, and hella childish, but she’s a good friend. “Damn.” was all that left my mouth.

“Yeah, she in that bitch fighting for her life. I don’ told her ass ‘bout going home with these older men that she be playing with, but she wanna be hardheaded and not listen.” She said, finishing up her hair.

“We gon’ go see her after work, kay?” I told Camilla as I began walking to my section. “Aight.” I heard her reply.

I went to my section and pulled off my tshirt and jeans, only wearing my Victoria Secret items and heels. I was in the process of applying my ruby red lipstick, when I started hearing loud, rowdy noises. I looked to the stage stairs to see a stripper named Conner coming up with her money, and a smile on her face. I shook my head but realized that it was my turn to get on stage.

I pulled on the pink robe that had my name engraved in cursive on the back of it, and took a look at myself in my long mirror on the side. “You look good, damn Champange, go!” Conner exclaimed, as she looked up at me from the bills she was counting. I smacked my teeth and rolled my eyes before walking down the stage steps. I knocked on the door for the security to open it, then stepped out. 

“Them stripper heels gaining you height, lil’ mama.” The security, Chubbs, said as I released him from my hug. “Shut up, Chubbs. You always got some to say.” I said, giggling as I heard the announcer announcing the men my upcoming. They were hooting and hollering for me, and I hadn’t even been stripping for a month.

“Tip me when you get back. I’ma buy you a pair of new knees.” He replied, laughing out loud. I laughed and shoved his shoulder as I heard the announcer say, “Niggas, and niggas! Here comes the bubbly Champange!”

I winked at Chubbs, before walking around the corner and onto the stage. The colorful strobe lights instantly hit me, and I squinted my eyes which gave me a better view of the crowd. It was packed today since it was a Friday night. The men in the front row were already piling up the stage with hundred dollar bills, and all I could see was dollar signs flashing before my eyes. I slowly, but surely, walked up to the front of the stage where the pole was and grabbed it, flashin’ a big smile onto the crowd.

“I can take you home tonight!”

“I wanna taste your Champange!”

“I got a thousand if you tryna fuck with a nigga!”

“Lemme get a lapdance, baby!”

The typical lines I get daily filled the room. I smiled and rolled my eyes, walking around the pole with one hand on it. I squated down in front of a man who comes to see me on the regular. He wasn’t very attractive, but his money was right. I winked at him and blew him a kiss, as he pulled out a stack of money out of his pants. My eyes buldged, but he didn’t throw not one bill. He motioned for me to take my robe off and I smiled.

I stood back up, and bent over on the pole and twerked on it. The men went on a rampage, and bills began trampling me. I giggled, as I slowly removed my robe. I unbuckled the belt, and opened my robe, flashing the men. The more I was exposing myself, the more money continued to pour in. Even the thirsty young boys tried jumping the stage for a taste of Champange.

I jumped on the pole, and climbed it, causing the men to scream instead of yell. I turned upside down on it, doing many flips and tricks on it. I was upside down on it, twerking on it, before sliding down, and fliping rights side up, landing in a split. Those ballet lessons did come in handy. I felt many hands placing money in my panties, but I crawled my way to the man who had enough money to actually buy me. He didn’t usually spend too much money, but today, I wasn’t having it. I was finna make this man, alone, spend thousands on me. 

I got on my hands and knees and I was face to face with the man. He smiled, exposing his cap filled silver teeth. I continued to smile, to not show my disgust. He placed five hundred dollars in each of my bra straps before whispering in my ear, “I’m gon’ take you home one day.” I had my head tilted up, eyes closed, and I let out a small giggle. He kissed my neck, and I opened my eyes. I quickly got back up and made my way to the pole. I began walking around it before I stopped dead in my tracks.

I overlooked the crowd of men and to the bar. Who was looking back at me made my heart drop to my feet. It was Rios, accompanied by a smiling Diana who was shaking her head. Rios was staring holes into me, and he looked angry as fuck. I felt tears begin to boil in my eyes, but I quickly sniffed them away. I unlocked the eye contact Rios and I made and continued to dance. I plastered a fake smile onto my face for the men, and did my tricks on the pole. After five more minutes, I grabbed the money off of the stage and stuffed it in my bra and panties and some in my hand. I also grabbed my robe that was on the stage floor. It was the shortest performance I’ve done. I walked to the back of the stage, where Chubbs was and burst out into tears.

“What’s wrong, shorty? Did one of them niggas touch you inappropriatly?” He asked, as I collapsed in his arms. I shook my head ‘no’ and continued to cry in his shirt. He spoke into the walkie-talkie on his shirt, calling down the next stripper.

“It’s gon’ be alright, shorty, aight? Don’t cry.” Chubbs soothed, as he rubbed my back.

Why didn’t Rios tell me he was coming back today? Tonight? I knew he was coming back any day now, but why didn’t he inform me? He probably did, considering I hadn’t checked my phone all day. I’m so stupid. Now this stripping got me losing someone who I could actually see myself in a real relationship with. Why did I chose to strip? Why? I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I gotta tell my mama, or Kayden.

“Aww, Paris! You alright, baby?” I heard a stripper named Anna ask. I sniffled on Chubbs’s chest and nodded my head.

“Tell me about it later.” She said, rushing off onto the stage. I laid my head on Chubb’s chest and cried for a couple more minutes before I released him, and he released me.

“You gon’ be alright, itty bitty? I needa beat a nigga ass?” He asked me, and even though he was wearing dark shades, you could see the seriousness in his eyes. I giggled and shook my head, then kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Chubbs.” I said, as I started going up the stairs from the opened door.

“No problem, babygirl.”

Babygirl.

I looked back at Chubbs one last time, and began tearing up. Babygirl.

I ran up the stairs and slammed the door opened, bursting into tears.

“Paris, the fuck wrong with you?” I heard Camilla yell and many of the other strippers. I ignored everyone and ran to my section of the room. I scattered everything around, looking for my phone. I found it and saw I had 32 text messages and 5 phone calls. Some texts were from Camilla and some were from Rios, but all the phone calls were from Rios. I checked Rios’s texts.

“Hey, bae.”

“Guess what, bae?”

“What you doing? You’n wanna text a nigga back nie?”

“Aight then, but I’m coming back today. Well, tonight. So, don’t leave the house.”

“Where you at?”

After the last text I read, I went on a rampage. I screamed, and threw my phone across the room, making it shatter. I picked up all the makeup that was on my table and began throwing it around the room. 

“Paris, calm down!” The other strippers were yelling, but I wasn’t trying to listen to them. I picked up anything that was near me and threw it, not giving a fuck as to who I hit.

I picked up my hairbrush and threw it into the mirror, and watched as it shattered. I looked at the cracked mirror to see my reflection. My mascara was running down my face from my tears, and I was standing practically naked with money coming out of my bra and panties. This was not me. This was not who I was supposed to be. My tears began flowing freely down my face and I couldn’t stand the sight of myself anymore.

I picked up my robe and wrapped it around my body, tying the belt. I grabbed my car keys and turned around, seeing all eyes on me.

“Stop fucking looking at me!” I screamed out to everyone. I speedwalked to the backdoor, pressing the button next to the door so it would open. It slowly slid open, and I squeezed myself thru the small opening and opened the backdoor that led to the outside of the club. I ran down the stairs, but quickly stopped when I realized I was still wearing my stripper shoes.

I crossed my arms underneath my chest, and looked down as I walked and cried. How could such a perfect day become ruined in just a matter of hours? Why is everyone starting to realize my real job around the same time? And, why are they finding it out in the most uncomfortable way?

I wiped the tears out of my eyes and off of my cheeks and looked up at my car. I used my keys to unlock it as I walked towards it. I bypassed the driver’s side of my car, and walked to the passenger side of it, just to see Rios sitting in front of the door with his head in his hands.

I gasped, which caused him to slowly lift up his head towards me. He had anger written on his face, but when he looked at me, it soothed into sadness. He stood up and walked towards me, “Paris.” He simply said as I looked up at him.

I was mad at myself that I fucked up something so good that I could’ve had with him. Even though he hadn’t said he didn’t wanna see me anymore, I could tell that he would’nt want to. Why would you wanna go around announcing to your homeboys that you fuck with a stripper? I couldn’t stand the sight of just standing there and looking at him anymore, and I burst out into tears, again. He wrapped his strong arms around my back as he pulled me into him.

I left tears, snot, and pain all on his shirt, and by the way that he held onto me, I realized that he didn’t care. Right now, Rios was the last person I wanted to see, but the warming hug he allowed me into changed my mind.

Rios took one arm off of me and opened the passenger side of my door, leading me into it. He took the keys out of my hand and made his way to the driver’s side of my car. I reached behind me and grabbed the seatbelt, clipping it together. I put my hands on both sides of my seat, getting the other seatbelt that goes around my waist, trying to clip it together, but it didn’t.

Rios pulled on his seatbelt and put the key in the ignition before looking over to me, struggling. He sighed and rolled his eyes, then moved my hands out the way to fix my seatbelt. He tried, but it wouldn’t buckle.

“Man, what the fuck? This yo’ damn car how come-”

I interrupted him as I burst out laughing. He couldn’t hold in his chuckles anymore and released them. He placed his head in my lap as his laughing and mines increased.

I laughed so hard that the tears that were rolling down my cheeks weren’t from the pain I was feeling, but the enjoyment. I could feel Rios inhale and exhale as he laughed, too.

I leaned down and placed a kiss on the back of Rios’s neck, as his laughing ceased abruptly. He got his head off of my lap and extended the seatbelt, snapping it together. He wiped away the tears that formed from his laughing and sat up straight, starting my car. He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road, not looking at me or saying anything.

I shifted my body towards the window, looking out of it. I debated on saying something, but I chose against it. I didn’t want him to cut me off nor did I want him not to respond, so I stayed quiet as he did so also.

The ride to my house was approximately thirty minutes and awfully silent. Rios finally got to my driveway, and stopped the car. He let out a deep sigh, and I turned my body towards him. “Look, Rios, I-”

I was cut off by Rios shaking his head. He opened the car door and got out, leaving me alone in my car. I felt my tears begin to burn my skin as they slid down my cheeks. If only I could take back a couple months ago, I wouldn’t have even met Rios. I would have just declined Maurice’s proposal to the club. Then, I wouldn’t have to be sitting in my car, bawling tears out of my eyes, because I just lost someone who could’ve meant the world to me.

I regained myself and got out of my car, making my way up the steps. My door was wide open, considering Rios had my key. I stepped in and closed the door behind me, locking it. I faced the living room to see Rios in the kitchen, bent over in the refridgerator. It took me all my might not to laugh, so I covered up my mouth with my hand and made my way upstairs, to my room.

I closed the door behind me and wiped away my tears. I took off my robe and walked into my restroom. I pulled all the money off of me, and stripped off my underwears and hopped into the shower, washing myself from my head down to my toes. I felt so dirty, and revolted with myself. It’s like when I finally expose the fact that I’m a stripper to the ones who are close to be, I suddenly realize how much better I can be. There’s plenty of other jobs that I can be apart of that gets me enough money to support my mother, so why did I choose the easy way? 

After twenty minutes, I got out of the shower and brushed my teeth. I stood in the mirror and watched as my hair curled itself. I felt so much satiation today that just by looking in my face you could tell. I never felt so humiliated in my life. I also never contiplated suicide, but what kinda talk is that?

I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body. I stepped out of my bathroom and into my room, just to see Rios sprawled out on my bed, watching TV. He didn’t look up when he heard the door open, he just kept his eyes fixed on the TV. I sighed and made my way to my dresser. I didn’t feel like getting dressed, so I pulled out Maurice’s black tshirt that he kept in it.

“So, you just gon’ ignore me?” I heard Rios’s deep, base voice finally say. A stupid smile creeped its way onto my lips once I heard him speak. I missed him so much, even though we talked and texted each other everyday. I turned my smile upside down, and turned around to see Rios laid back on my headboard with his hands behind his head and his right leg crossed over his left. 

He looked better than I last saw him. With his hair cut perfectly alligned, his head was tilted back and his eyes were focused on me. He had a confused, tired look on his face which was attractive as hell. I couldn’t tell if he was angry with me or happy to see me.

“You just gon’ stand there and stare at me?” He asked, as he caught my gaze on him. I quickly looked down at my toes and realized I was still wearing only my towel.

“Come here, Paris.” He said, as he patted the open side of the bed beside him. I slowly made my walk to the bed and he watched my every move. I sat beside him, clutching my towel with one hand. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer to him. “Gon’ head.”

“What?” I asked, confused as hell.

“Explain.”

I took a deep breath and then started explaining to him basically everything I told Maurice. “... and then when I saw you at the club, you looked mad as hell. I felt so dirty, mad, pissed, disgusted with myself. I hurried and got off the stage and burst out crying because I knew that I had lost the soon to be relationship I coulda had with you.” By the time I was finished talking, I was laying back with the back of my head on Rios’s chest and his arms were wrapped securely around my waist.

“Why would you think that?” He asked, and by the tone of his voice, you could tell he was confused.

“Who would wanna go around saying, ‘I fuck with a stripper’ or ‘my girlfriend is a stripper’?” I asked, blankly.

“My girlfriend is a stripper?”

“Don’t act stupid Rios. I’ve been spitting all this shit out to you and you acting like you ain’t hear shit.” I snapped as I turned around to look at his smirking face.

“Nah, I heard you. I just ain’t know we made it official.” He said, smiling at me.

“Rios, what the fuck... oh, I ain’t-”

“Nah, don’t deny it. You my baby, bae.” He said, as he kissed my cheek. I couldn’t help but smile. My teeth were on full display and it wouldn’t wipe off. “Paris, what did I tell you before I left last month?”

I started thinking, “Uh... I’ll call you?” He smacked his teeth, “No. I said you’re perfect and I can’t risk to lose you, so why you thank just ‘cause I realized what you do, I’ma let you slip thru my fingers? Yeah, I’m mad as hell ‘cause of it, but it don’t got nun’ to do with you personally. Why you ain’t tell me you was struggling with money?”

“Same reason why I ain’t told Maurice, ‘cause ya’ll just wanna hand me down money and ion want that. I wanna make it myself.” I said as snuggled closer to Rios.

“Shit, I wasn’t gon’ hand you no money .. fuck I look like?” He said, seriously causing me to glare at him. He let out a chuckle, “If you was really tryna work for money, then I got you.”

“What you talmbout, Rios?”

“You wanna dance so bad, right?”

“Man, Rios-”

“Nah, answer the question.” He interrupted. I sighed. I gave up dancing 7 years ago because it brought back memories of my father. When stripping, I didn’t think of my dad at all. “Why does it matter?”

“‘Cause you can become a dancer in the music videos I direct.” He said with cheerfulness in his voice. I busted out laughing, “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m deadass. Just ‘cause you with me, you got the job. You get paid good, too.” He said, pulling me closer to him.

“In L.A? You want me to leave everything here and go there?” I asked as I looked up at him. I would be alright with becoming a dancer for music videos, but leaving the one place I grew to love? I’d have to take long consideration into that.

“You trust me, Paris?” He asked as he looked down onto me.

I didn’t have to think about the answer to his question, “Of course, but-”

“Then come to Los Angeles with me. Like I told you, I got you.” He leaned down and kissed the bridge of my nose.

“I don’t know yet, Rios. It’s gon’ take me a while to figure it out. I gotta make sure with my mama, Pookie, Maurice-”

“That’s alright.” He said.

“... and, Camilla, Grapez-”

“They can come, too.” He said, nonchalantly. “Really?” I asked in shock, but more surprise. “Yeah, I ain’t finna bring you ova there without yo’ friends.”

“When are you planning on taking us there?”

“Well, I’ma be back ova there by next month, so ... why?”

“Just making sure I got enough time.” I lied. I didn’t feel like explaining the fact that Grapez had been shot. “Just tell me when you ready, bae.” I nodded my head as Rios kissed the back of my neck.

“You missed me, Paris?” He asked as he began sucking on my neck. Lord knows I missed him. For one month, all I could think about was his touch. His feel. His lips on mines. I hate to admit that I’m falling for another nigga. I’m feeling the same way I felt when I was in a relationship with my last boyfriend. My feelings for him bloomed quickly like my feelings for Rios, but he turned out to be someone I would hate for the rest of my life. I’m just in the question as to if Rios will turn out to be a second one of him. 

“Yeah..” I breathed out. He took his lips off of my neck, and grabbed my chin, turning my face to his. My eyes fell straight to his lips. I missed them more than I missed him. As if he heard what I was thinking, he chuckled. I leaned my face upwards and placed my lips on his. He licked the edges of my lips which caused me to open my mouth. He quickly rushed his tongue into my mouth, rolling it with mines. As soon as I got into the kiss, he pulled back. “I missed you, too.” He stuffed his tongue back into my mouth, not missing a beat. I shifted my self into his lap, sitting sideways and wrapping my arms around his neck.

Rios took one of the arms that was wrapped around my waist and placed it on my right thigh. He slowly began retracting it from my left thigh and lifted up my towel. He tapped his cold finger against my warm kitty, which caused me to let out a gasp. I turned myself around and straddled his lap, placing both of my knees on either side of his legs.

Rios took his lips off of mines and I placed my head in the crook of his neck. “You still my lil’ virgin?” He asked as he used his middle finger to rub up and down my kitty. I was caught up on Rios’s high. “Mhm..” I moaned as I bit my bottom lip. He took his finger off of me and sucked the juices off before placing it back on.

“When you started strippin’?” He asked as he teased me.

“Th-the day after you left..” I mumbled into his neck as I started grinding aganist his finger.

“What was you doing earlier today?” He asked, circling my clit. I was already on the verge of climaxing. I hadn’t released in a month and I needed to.

“I-I was chilling with Mar- mmmmm.” I gasped as he inserted one finger into me and slowly pumping.

“Why yeen text me back?” He questioned, going deeper into me.

“I-I didn’t have no .. have any time.” I answered as he started going quicker. I bit down onto Rios’s shoulder and wrapped my arms tighter around his neck.

“You know what you gon’ get since I ain’t get no text back?” He asked, pushing a second finger into me and pumping too quick for my lil’ body to handle.

“What?” I practically screamed out as my climax started crawling up my body and Rios began pushing his fingers in and out of me, knuckles deep and at an extremely fast pace. 

“No orgasm.” He said, taking his fingers out of me when my climax was inches away from coming out. I opened my closed eyes, and unwrapped my arms from his neck, leaning back and looking at him. He was grinning and sucking his fingers. I felt my tears rise up to my eyeballs and my cheeks flush. I got off of Rios, but not before shoving his shoulder. I picked up Maurice’s tshirt off the floor and started my way to my restroom.

“C’mon bae, I was just playing.” He said, getting off the bed and walking behind me. I scampered into the restroom and slammed the door behind me and into his face. “Get the fuck out my house!”

I heard him huff before I cut on the sink water. I washed my face, clearing the unshed tears. I opened the cabinet behind the mirror and grabbed the baby wipes. I took out a few and cleaned my kitty. While in the process, I began laughing ridiculously. I was really pissed ‘cause I couldn’t bust a nut?

I threw the wipes away and washed my hands, then brushed my teeth again. I fondled with my fingers, then decided to take another shower. I stripped the towel off of my body and got into the mid-warm water. I lathered myself in my coconut scented body wash and closed my eyes.

I felt a rush of cold water over take me as I realized I was in the shower for over an hour. I quickly cut off the water and stepped out, drying myself with my towel. I lotioned my body and perfumed myself, before throwing on Maurice’s tshirt. I picked up the front collar and sniffed it, enhaling Maurice’s colonge. If I run off to L.A with Rios, I would be leaving Maurice behind. My brother, my secondhalf, my bestfriend.

I walked out of the restroom to see Rios laid out on my bed with his back turned towards me. He was lightly snoring, so I could tell he was asleep. I smiled and went to turn off the light. I grabbed the TV remote and turned it off, too. I lifted the covers off of Rios, exposing his bare upper body and his American flag boxers. I laid in my bed behind Rios, wrapping my arms around his waist. “What you doing?” I heard him say, which startled me. 

“Estar tranquilo, Ríos. (Be quiet, Rios.)” I simply said, as my fingers roamed onto his 6-pack. I ran my fingers across each ridge. “Quit messing with me, bae. I’m tryna sleep.” He mumbled against my pillow he was laying on.

“Te extrañé. (I missed you.)” I said, scooting my body upwards so my face could be to his neck.

“Can I just give you your nut so I can sleep?” He said, in between chuckles. I could tell he ain’t know what I was saying. I giggled against the back of his neck. “No, but I know what you can give me.” I said, taking my hand off his chest and leading it to his boxers. I took my index finger and began circling the elastic on them. 

I felt Rios tense up before he immediately turned around with a big ass grin on his face. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me onto him, not leaving any space in between us. “What?”

I smirked at him, “I broke my phone today and I need a new one.” I said, seriously. The smile on his face slowly contorted to a frown. I couldn’t hold the blank stare I was giving him much longer and I burst into laughter. He smacked his teeth and rolled his eyes, “Just gon’ head and play with my emotions, den.”

“You’ll be aight, bae.” I said, pecking his lips and quickly turning around.

“Bae? I’m yo’ bae nah?” Rios asked with surprise in his voice.

“Been that.” I mumbled more to myself than to him. I could feel him smiling behind me and I couldn’t help but plaster a smile onto my face.

I wasn’t fully sure of a relationship with Rios, but I was fully aware of the hard feelings I had for him.