Khaleesi woke up the following morning with bags under her eyes, she was exhausted. The night life had its disadvantages but, she loves going out with Kali and helping her. The atmosphere, the people, the feeling of adrenaline. She couldn't get enough of it, it was like going on an adventure. She rolls out of bed and squints her eyes, the sunlight shining through her room was beautiful but blinding. The plain top that she has on reaches down to the middle of her thigh, her ass fills out the bottom of the shirt nicely.
She yawns, the pink thongs that she wears shows for a brief moment. Her black hair was all over the place, strands of it sticking to the side of her cheek. Khaleesi's feet were now stuck to the floor as she realizes she couldn't move, not even an inch. Her eyes remain gazing at Kamari's through the mirror in front of her. The small smile on his face said more than she could say in this moment.
"How did you find me-," He gets up quickly and pushes her gently into the wall. His finger over his mouth as he shushes her, his calm demeanor told her that he was not here to play games. Leesi's eyes began to water, her bottom lip quivering as she looks down at the gun from last night still in his waistband. "Please don't-"
"Baby, there's no reason to cry. I'm not here to hurt you." He wipes her eyes and she gradually calms down, her eyes blinking away the rest of the tears. "I just wanna know why you didn't tell me who you were at first. I had to do my own searching cause me... I know everybody that needs to be known up in this city. You and your sister, y'all new." Khaleesi watches as he sits on her bed, his voice echoing around the tall walls.
"You out here living in the suburbs and shit, you must be important. Come to find out, a nigga ain't ever seen you," Kamari stands back up to walk over and push a piece of hair behind her ear, "because you with the enemies." His voice was filled with bass, it tingled her ears.
"I don't want anything to do with you, I wasn't trying to get you in trouble. I have nothing to do with what my brother does." He creases his eyebrows together and shakes his head. "What?" Khaleesi says softly, her eyes traveling down to the bold tattoo stretched across the front part of his neck.
"You thought I came here to kill you?" Kamari's cuban was right in front of her face, she then realizes that she's practically naked on her bottom half. Khaleesi's hands reach to pull her shirt down, he grabs them swiftly. "No reason to do that, I done seen it all anyways." His lips were lingering over her ear then move over to her cheek. She couldn't turn her head to look at him, the stare he was pinning on her was causing her legs to squeeze together. "Hm, you want me to take care of that?" Kamari's voice buzzes in her ear lowly, almost causing a moan to slip from her mouth.
Khaleesi straightens up and fixes her posture, she pushes him against the chest and he backs up while staring at her. "I want you to tell me what you're doing here."
"Khaleesi Taylor, that's your name. Kali Taylor, Alicia Taylor, and Q Taylor." Kamari sits in the chair on the side of the bed, he breathes out deeply, his nostrils flaring. "You made a mistake walking up to me that night. I should've never seen you." Khaleesi's chest goes up and down steadily, her fingers fiddling with each other. Her heart pounding in her head— like how a fist knocks on a door. His legs were open and his hands were resting on the arm rests. "Cause now I gotta pursue you." He brings his thumb up to his lips and nibbles on the tip of his finger. "Damn, baby."
"You have to leave or my brother, he's going to kill you." Khaleesi didn't want to say those words but, she had to. Q is their family and he protected them fiercely. Now he's saying he's going to pursue her, she couldn't let this happen. She was surprised that he even got in easily but, her brother was away which meant his guards came and go: making it easier for him to sneak in. "You don't know who-"
“I know who your brother is, do you know who I am?" Leesi stares into his eyes and hers soften, she recognizes this man. Last night had to fly by quick for her not to notice who he was. Kamari sits up and clasps his hands together, his eyes never leaving hers. "Leesi—"
"Mari." She hesitates, her eyes searching his face throughly—Khaleesi then rushes into his arms and wraps them around his neck. "I didn't even recognize you, how did you find us?" Mari was Kali and Q's old childhood best friend, he had moved back here to his hometown when they were younger. Mari and Leesi were attached to the hip when they were teenagers, he walked her to school almost everyday to engage in one of their conversations but he was mainly friends with Q.
He was slightly older than her and basically the same age as her brother. She couldn't understand why he was on the opposite side. Why were Q and him fighting? "I didn't, you came to me." His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, she had never felt so secure. Her hands run down the unfamiliar tattoos on his forearms, the pad of her fingers graze his cuban wristlet. "After I moved away I had to make something for my own. I was tired of taking orders from other niggas. Your brother was one of them, hate to say it."
"He's bossy, I can't disagree." Khaleesi's eyes finally meet with Kamari's. "We can't." She tries to fix her hair but, it wasn't worth it, he had already been gaping at the mess she woke up as. "You changed so much." She attempts to switch the subject, the way he conducts himself was completely different then when they were teens.
"You not ready for me yet, I get it."
"No, I'm scared of what Q will do."
"He won't know." Khaleesi stands up from his lap and walks over to her closet, she grabs a pair of sweats and turns around while pulling them up her legs. Kamari returning back into her life was crazy, insane even. She believed she would never lay eyes on him again. Crazy how your life can change with one person, what was the universe up to? “He didn't know about us when we were younger."
"We kissed once and maybe dated for a while, we can't continue this, Mari. I know you want other girls."
“Wait a damn minute, where this coming from?"
"You've always had options and I know you still do. I'm just saying why would you want to sit here and risk your life like this?!" Khaleesi tilts her head towards him, waiting for his answer.
"I feel like we've been given a second chance right now. When I seen you last night... fuck another weak bitch if she ain't you." They had went through situations together when they were younger that caused them to be pushed together more closely. She's far from weak, Khaleesi took care of him when his parents couldn't even know about what him and her brother did in the streets.
"He's dangerous, worse than when we were young."
“Stop acting like I'm not." He sits forward, his sight not leaving Khaleesi. "I'm not finna argue with you about this, I want what I want." The sunlight hits her eyes gently, the light brown in her orbs was ethereal. He leans back once more, his fingers grazing the stubble on his chin. "When's the last time we had sex?" Leesi's eyes look up at him quickly, sure, they took each other's virginity: that was years ago. Kamari stands up and takes small steps towards her, he eventually is standing face-to-face with Khaleesi.
"You didn't even last." Kamari scoffs and places a soft kiss on her forehead, Khaleesi feels a shiver erupt all the way down to her feet. Her eyes closed for a second then open back up, his lips felt smooth like leather.
"That's because a nigga was young, no experience whatsoever."
"You telling me you got better?" He moves his hands up to either side of her head, his palms flat on the wall. Khaleesi angles her head down to the right, she traces her finger up Kamari's clothed chest then back down slowly. His eyes follow her finger then land back on her eyes.
"That's exactly what I'm saying." The way he spoke to her was aggressive-like but, gingerly. He had definitely gained experience and it was making Khaleesi nervous. Of course she had slept with men of her own but, he was different, her first love: first everything. "Lame ass niggas can't handle you, you too real for them. Just saying." His words were sharp, he meant everything that came from his lips. "Think about it." Khaleesi presses herself against the wall as Kamari turns around and walks toward the balcony.
"You're going to hurt yourself leaving that way."
"How you think I got in?" He grins, his stunning smile showing itself. And with that, he disappears over the banister. Khaleesi smooths down her hair, she breathes heavily. It was the only audible sound in the room, she blinks her eyes then glances at the door. Everyone's still sleep? Her mind wonders. She walks over and twists the knob, on the other side, Kali stands in the slither of space.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kali pushes herself in and slams the door behind her.
"I know you didn't let that nigga in?!"
"Bitch, he showed up here this morning, thanks to you!" Kali arches her lip then rolls her eyes, she takes the time to re-tie the strings of her bonnet. "It's Mari."
"I know, I heard him. What does he want with you?"
"He wants to finish what we had." Her sister furrows her eyebrows together and laughs. "I'm serious."
"Fuck no, Q is going to kill him and you." She moves close to Khaleesi and takes ahold of her wrist. "You need to get rid of him before Q gets back. Leesi, are you hearing me?" Khaleesi felt frustrated, she didn't know what she wanted to do. A do-over with Kamari sounds so good, so tempting but dangerous. Forbidden. He didn't care for danger. That was the problem.
"Is he doing better?" Khaleesi paces the fancy restroom, she attempts to talk loudly over the classical music. The short train on the gown she wears comes to a halt as she turns and looks in the mirror. She pulls up at the sides of her black dress—fixing her breast into place, Kamari's voice on the other side of the phone rambles on as she does so.
"He doing way better, I got him at home resting: got some people circling his place to make sure he good." As Kamari promised, he got Khaleesi home on time: after fixing up his friend's wound she rushed to the shower to wash off his scent then got dressed. She holds her phone between her shoulder and ear, her eyes glancing toward the door every few seconds. "You ain't find no colleges did you?"
Khaleesi knows he doesn't want her to go, the anxiousness in his voice stuck out. She bites down on the corner of her bottom lip, her hand clutching the phone. "I did, I saw a couple good ones but, it's too early to decide. My dad was... he was thinking about Atlanta." Her voice was low, barely audible. Her father has been wanting Khaleesi to be an alumna at Spelman, she would be the first in the family to graduate from college and an HBCU.
She hears silence on the other end but, it said a lot. "I know you your own woman and shit but, Leesi, I don't want you to go."
"You know it's my dad, I don't want to go either. But, I have to—"
"No you don't, wait, hold on baby— what the fuck you want, nigga? Damn." He takes his mouth away from the receiver, his booming voice trailing off. Khaleesi shakes her head then rakes her fingers through the ends of her hair, she curled it earlier but now they were starting to fall. "All you gotta do is say the word, you know?" His low voice coming back into the phone, she squeezes the counter in front of her. "And I'd get you out of there, with the quickness: for real."
Khaleesi shifts back and forth on her feet, she didn't know what to say. She didn't understand how he would get her without anyone dying. "That's dangerous." She interjects, her voice sharp: his raspy laugh now in her ear. "Nigga, what's funny?"
"So that's a yes?"
"I don't want anything to happen to you, Kamari please." Khaleesi begs quietly, she rolls her eyes.
"Nothing is going to happen to me, I got this. In and out, 20 minutes." She stomps her foot then crosses her free arm over her chest, Khaleesi sighs and shakes her head—what would Kali think? "Baby, trust me, please."
"When the time comes."
"Okay, be ready for our date though."
"What you mean? We're doing that tonight?"
"Hell yea, I'mma be there around 10: I'll come help you pack a bag." That only meant that Khaleesi had to get Kali to cover for her again. She already told their mother she went to a sleepover with one of her girl friends for last night.
"Kali has to cover for me again, I don't think she's going to do it though. I'm sorry, baby. We can do it another time."
"Nah, she gonna cover for you again. I think she seeing my homeboy."
"What?!" Khaleesi's eyebrows crease as she looks towards the door, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. "Boy, what the hell are you talking about? She hates y'all."
"He told me last night, said they met at the gas station that night but she didn't know at first." Khaleesi thinks back on the time she first seen Kamari, trying to see if there was any time throughout the night Kali wasn't accounted for. She hears a dainty knock on the bathroom, her head switches over to the door. "I gotta go, I'll talk to you later."
"I love you, perpetually." Khaleesi smiles, her nails tapping against the counter: her head completely empty.
"I like that, I love you perpetually." She hangs up and presses the phone against her chest, Khaleesi rushes over to the door then pulls it open. Kali stands on the other side, her embellished blue gown sparkling under the lobby's lights. "We need to talk."
"Not right now, mom is waiting for us. Let's go." Khaleesi walks out of the restroom and into the crowd of people with her sister. Kali grabs her hand and begins to walk down the corridor, her eyes scanning the various individuals.
"Kali."
"What?"
"Are you seeing one of Mari's people?" Kali stops moving all of a sudden, she looks back at Khaleesi and squints her eyes. She leads them to one of the side walls, pushing her against the wallpaper.
"That is none of your business."
"It is my business because Mari is my business. What happened to not fucking the enemies?"
"Bitch, we're not fucking." Khaleesi purses her lips, not believing a single word coming from her mouth.
"Maybe once. It's still none of your business, I'm a grown woman whose about to move out. They won't care."
"You're a hypocrite and a lying ass bitch." Khaleesi rips her hand from her grip then crosses her arms over her chest. "You will continue to cover for me—"
"No the fuck I'm not-"
"Yes, you will. Or I swear I will tell mom about the club and how you influenced me to go and stirred me away from school. Don't, cross me again. Have you lost your mind?" Khaleesi scowls and continues to walk down the hall, Kali's eyebrows crease as she treads after her.
"Khaleesi." She ignores her, continuing her movement. "Come on, okay I know I should've told you. I'm sorry, we always forgive each-other. What's different about this time?"
"Because, Kali, you made me feel like being in love with Kamari is wrong, saying that he's an enemy and what not but you're doing the same shit. That's fucked up. Can you not see how that's messed up?!" She slightly yells at the end causing several eyes to move over to the sisters, Kali looks around and shuffles them over to the side once again.
"Yes that's fucked up, I get it. I'm sorry, Leesi. You know it's still dangerous though, right?"
"I don't want to hear that right now."
"It's the truth."
"No, the truth is that me and you are in danger. You're not excluded from this, you're still very much a Taylor like me. Bitch, get real." And with that, Khaleesi leaves Kali in a pool of her own thoughts and regrets.
10:00 PM
same day
Khaleesi looks down at Mari's text lighting up her screen, he was on the way. Her TV was already turned off, bed made-up to perfection: the silence that hugs the room was comforting to her. The rose-colored duffle bag on her bed was already packed and zipped up, she sits her phone on top of it and walks to the bathroom to the side of her. She fixes her multicolored headband then flicks a piece of lint off her cheek.
"Khaleesi!" She hears her name and her head cocks back toward the door, her heart beginning to race. Kali had already told their mother she was staying with her girl friend again, what was it now? Her phone begins to ring and she sighs, Kamari's name popping up.
"Here."
"My mom wants to talk to me, what do I do?" Kali opens her door and comes in, shutting it behind her. Khaleesi looks over at her, wondering what she wanted.
"She wants to meet your friend, the one you're staying with? He better come up with something quick cause I can't think of anything else and Nizhoni is busy."
"Did you-"
"I got it, I came prepared trust me." Khaleesi nods her head and hangs up, she tosses her phone on her bed and breathes out a frustrating breath.
"That's all he has to say is trust me? Leesi, mom thinks she's already here to pick you up. If he can't come up with a physical human being within five minutes, I don't know what to tell you."
"He got it, trust him Kali, shit." The doorbell startles both of them, they both gaze at one another: wide-eye and anxious. They move to the door at the same time, Khaleesi goes out first and races down the stairs.
"Whose that?" Alicia Taylor treads out of the kitchen with a towel in her hand, she wipes her palms and tilts her head. Khaleesi opens the door and a young brown-skinned woman stands there, a friendly smile on her face as she holds a pair of keys in her right hand.
"Mom, this is Tracy." Khaleesi thinks of a name quickly, she turns around and stands to the side letting her come into their residence. Alicia smiles and walks towards her, greeting her with a small hug.
"It's certainly nice to meet you Mrs. Taylor, it's nice helping Leesi with her paper. She's doing really good."
"Oh—that's great to hear, my baby she's so smart. It's good to finally meet you as well, wanted to make sure she wasn't running off with no boy now." Alicia laughs amusingly, the three girls all share nervous looks as they chuckle quietly. "Well, I won't keep y'all long. Enjoy studying, Khaleesi don't stay up to late, I'll see you?"
"I'll be back tomorrow night, wanna work on it some more later that day. I won't be too long, ma, I'm just ten minutes away."
"Alrighty then, I'll call to check up on you, try to make it back before dinner? Q is coming over, you know how hard it is to get all of us together."
"Yes mam." Alicia smiles gently and walks back into the kitchen, they all stare at her as she does so. Khaleesi looks over at Kali and walks over to her, she wraps her arms around her sister and hugs her tightly. "Thank you, I'm sorry about earlier. I'll be back, don't worry he has me. It's cool." Leesi pecks her cheek and pulls away, Kali nods her head agreeing silently.
"Let's go, girl, what's your real name?" Khaleesi's voice fades out as Kali shuts the door, the young lady laughs and places her hand on her shoulder: leading Leesi to Kamari's car down the block.
"Kecia, call me Key though." They had walked for several minutes before coming to his car, Khaleesi's heart begins to jump up and down in her chest. "I took my own ride here, he told me to come earlier just in case something like this popped up."
"Well, thank you so much. Hopefully, he rewarded you gracefully for this. It means a lot."
"I love black love, and yep gave me a band." Kecia laughs as she holds the stack up to her ear, she treads away: further down the street. Khaleesi smiles then bites her lip, she walks over to the car and hops in the passenger seat. A set of arms wrap around her, Kamari.
"Baby." His lips attack her cheeks viciously, her fits of laughter fill the car. Khaleesi kisses him, her hand holding onto his bicep. "Mmm." She pulls away, her plump lips smacking on his: he wanted more but she didn't allow it. Her finger resting against his soft lips, she tilts her head and reaches over to turn on the car.
"Let's go, Kamari come on I'm excited. We can do this later, I promise." She smiles and pushes his shoulder, he laughs and puts the car into gear.
"Okay, okay I got you. Let's go." His voice smooth and full of charisma, she takes her shoes off and pulls her legs in the seat. Her fingers reaching over to lock the two-door car. "Don't ask me where we going either, it's a surprise."
"You play too much."
"Nigga, I'm tryna be romantic."
"Sorry, you're doing a good job." She rubs his shoulder and he looks down at her: they laugh together and he smiles brightly. Kamari grabs her bag and puts it in the backseat, she puts her seatbelt over her body then feels a warmth take over her.
"Here. A/C be blowing, you finna get cold soon: and before I forget." A blue blanket sits in her lap, it was the one that's usually laid out on his bed. Kamari reaches to the back one last time before pulling out a black square box filled with clipped red roses. The red color vibrant as can be, she gasps and takes them in her hands. One thing Khaleesi loves is flowers—trees, plants, any type of nature.
"They're beautiful." The tips of her nails touching the delicate petals, she takes a whiff of them and hums. "And fresh, thank you, love." Khaleesi leans in and pecks his cheek, he looks over at her—disappointed. His lip up in a scowl as he stares at Khaleesi, she laughs. "What?"
"Give me a real kiss."
"We have to go, come on." Khaleesi goes back into her seat and holds onto her seatbelt, she looks over at him while pulling her blanket over her body: setting the roses on her lap.
"You cute."
They had drove for about two hours, Kamari was wide awake but Khaleesi had found herself knocked out in the passenger seat. Her face snuggled into the soft baby blue blanket, Mari's hand resting on her thigh as his other hand grips the top of the wheel. He pulls the black SRT up to the valet that was placed in front of a vast glass building.
"Baby." Khaleesi stirs a little she opens her eyes seconds later and sits up yawning. "We here." He opens the door then she throws the blanket into the backseat, Khaleesi gets out and hugs her beige coat around her body. She walks over to Kamari and leans her head on his shoulder, he takes her hand and leads them over to the steps.
Kamari hands the keys to a young man in a black suit, two other men pull up in SUVs and get out of the vehicles—coming behind the two. "This is beautiful, why are they here?" She whispers the last part then her lips land on his seconds later.
"Rented out the whole place for us, private exhibit views—didn't want anybody in our way. They're here because I want to be able to be as vulnerable with you as possible. "
"Red wine?" A man comes up to her, a small tray sitting on his palm with a glass of bubbling wine on top.
"Yes please." Khaleesi takes it in her hands then takes a sip of the alcohol. The sweet liquid buzzing on her tongue and swirling down her throat, she hums in agreement. They go into the museum, the soft studio lights surround the spacious room.
"An itinerary of the exhibits." Another gentleman coming up as he hands her a thick beige paper with black lettering, she takes it in her hands and thanks him quietly. Her eyes scanning the paper as her fingers squeeze Kamari's hand. The last exhibit on the paper named after her, with the word The before it.
"Baby, what's this?" She holds it out to him and he smiles, bending down to kiss Khaleesi on the cheek.
"You'll see." She lays her chin on his shoulder as they walk, gazing at the pieces in front of them one-by-one—every once in a while stopping to discuss. There were little white stands by every exhibit to the side, three lit ivory candles on each one. Khaleesi's heart fluttering every minute, she felt so peaceful in this moment. Nothing to worry about, not even Q. She felt safe.
"This is so nice." She says gently, her eyes staring up at the chandeliers: Kamari guiding her steps as she did so. They come to the last exhibit, before they could step foot into the room, he covers her eyes and she gasps. "Come on, Mari."
"Hold on, walk with me." He moves behind her causing her to do the same, they tread closer to the piece—the two men with them staying behind. "You ready?" He says in her ear, chills dance down her spine.
"Yes." He takes his hands off her eyes then wraps his arms around her waist, Khaleesi looks up and is met with a colorful and realistic portrait of her: various flowers from different species suspended in the air around the large canvas. Her hands instantly clasping over her mouth, tears already pricking at her eyes. "W-what?" She turns around, her face filled with bewilderment. "How did you—?"
"I know you surprised but, there's more." He takes her hand, leading her to the open space behind the portrait, a small place that's lit up only by candles.
A sea of red rose petals decorating the wood floor, a set of words spelled out in white. Khaleesi couldn't take it anymore, tears dropping from her eyes. "Will you be my girlfriend? Khaleesi Taylor?" She turns around, his eyes already pinned on her. "I know it's soon but, our bond—it's tight like honey. We've been through, everything together: you know that. I love you so much. It's okay, baby." He walks up to her, she looks down at his chest: her hands laying there.
Kamari wipes her cheeks with his thumbs, she gathers the courage to look up at him. She had finally had someone that had her, no more one-sided connections, or toxic individuals entering her life. This was it. She has someone who makes her feel safe, who appreciates her—and something like that was a thing she wants to fight for. She wraps her arms around his neck, her puffy face angling up towards his, Kamari pushes a couple pieces of hair to the side. "This means so much to me."
"Mhm, I know baby, I didn't get to show you actions back then but I'm showing them now. I need you to be with me." Khaleesi sighs, her heart thumping against her chest.
"This is going to be dangerous, Mari."
"Let me show you how far I go for you."
"Yes." They shift back and forth on their feet as they look at one another, Khaleesi had took his hands into hers—pecking him several times on the lips. "I'm yours."
"Good morning, boys." Khaleesi walks out of the hotel room, her hair a mess on top of her head: she waves to the guards and begins to walk down the hall. The men say a faint greeting and continue conversing with one another, Khaleesi comes to the middle of the corridor where the ice machine rests. She holds the shiny chrome bucket underneath the dispenser and presses a black button.
Her legs weak from last night, Khaleesi's fingers brush against her neck—a little gasp slipping from her lips. Love bites clouded her skin, her head still buzzing. She holds up the bucket and grabs a slippery ice chip—throwing it into her mouth. She goes back into the room, closing the door softly behind her. Khaleesi pushes her hair to the side annoyingly then takes another piece of ice in her hand.
The way Kamari made love to her last night, it's all she can think about. The guards outside had no choice but to hear. Her orbs still hold a glimpse of passion, her dark brown eyes full and empty. Khaleesi places the bucket down on the small table next to the door, she walks her way through the spacious suite: the spikes of sunshine warming up her skin.
"Leesi." Kamari comes around the corner with a towel around his waist, his muscles and tattoos more defined with beads of water on his skin. Her head switches toward him as she is suddenly pushed out of her thoughts—it was crazy to her how he could just act normal after having his way with her body last night.
Khaleesi hums quietly, answering back to the call of her name: she didn't even think she could look in Kamari's eyes— she practically rushed out of the room this morning to avoid him. Leesi looks away once again, directing her gaze in a different part of the room. All she could picture was his stare pinned on her and his intense words slipping through her ear— calling her a 'good girl' every once in a while for taking him so well.
A sensational feeling grows between her thighs like a rose in a dark room, she bites the corner of her bottom lip. "You good?" She feels his warm and heavy presence right behind her, Khaleesi looks up and jumps slightly. "Baby." She turns around after hearing his stern voice, her hands placed on his chest.
"I'm good, I got the ice— it's over there." She points in the direction of the table, her eyes staying on his neck. She felt soft in his presence before but now she feels like a marshmallow. "Mari, stop looking at me like that." She pushes his chest and he smiles, her laugh filling the room.
"I can't look at my girl?" He meets her stare and she grins looking away, Kamari leaves a kiss on her cheek then her neck and down on her shoulder. "Hm?" The sound of his voice made the feeling between her legs increase, she squeezes them subtly—she wants him again but is too afraid to ask? "Let me see your face." His thumb grabbing gently onto her chin, turning her head slowly towards him.
"Kamari." She whines softly, tilting her head toward the ground and sighing. He pulls her close once again, the muscle in his arm flexing as he did so.
"You pushing me away all ready? Too bad, I'm not going anywhere."
"I don't want you too."
"Why you acting like that then?"
"I'm sorry, you're just—you're making me nervous."
"Khaleesi, be for real with me."
"I wanna fuck again." She covers her mouth then closes her eyes—clearing her throat out of embarrassment. He arches his eyebrow, a smile sneaking upon his lips. "It felt really good and now every-time I see you I get hot and bothered and it's frustrating." She rambles on, her voice raising slightly at the end.
"You was afraid to ask me for sex?" She nods her head quietly, her eyes now looking in his. "Im ya man, I'm suppose to please you when you want it." He looks down at her, his eyes low and his face full of playfulness. "We can fuck whenever you want to, I'mma always be down. Matter fact, take these fucking panties off." He read her mind, his fingers pulling several times at the waistband of her underwear.
"Please?" He tilts his head then arches his eyebrow, Kamari leans down to plant a kiss on her lips—Khaleesi smiles, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Her eyebrows crease as their lips move smoothly over one another, the back of her legs hit the front of the bed causing her to fall down on the feathery mattress. "Kamari." Khaleesi's voice low and breathless, they couldn't keep their eyes off one another—her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
The pad of her fingers pinching at his curly black hair, the corner of his lips lifting up into a closed smile. "What?" Khaleesi squeezes her leg against his side gently, the air around them warm and comforting.
"Let me eat it."
"Why you asking?" She opens her legs, his hands pulling her forward as he stands up looking down at Khaleesi. His lips dancing down her smooth legs, she moans as his tongue hits her clit hungrily, the way it moves and circulated around her sensitive core causes her to arch her back off the bed. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head, she needed this so badly. She wants him.
Her juices being licked up almost instantly, her thighs squeeze his neck. "Nigga." She tries her best to sit up, her lower body weak and squirming under his hold. She gasps out of shock, her hips swaying with his movements. "Ooo fuck, Mari." Her voice high-pitched at the end of her sentence, Khaleesi's eyebrows furrowing as she grips his chain. She wanted to feel him more, her voice saying his name softly—his eyes fell on her face.
"Yes baby?" He smiles gently, looking at her pleasure-stricken face. "Where you want me?" She sits up, pressing a kiss against his lips—her hands pulling on his towel. Kamari pulls away, he lays on the bed right beside her. "Bring that ass here, shit." Khaleesi grins then crawls over—sitting right on his face, his lips connecting to her clit. Her body shivers under his touch, the feeling causing her eyes to roll once again. His hands found their way on her ass, gripping her bottom in his hands.
His tongue finds it way inside of her and Khaleesi has a sharp gasp come from her lips. Her breath shaky as she moans up a storm, falling apart on top of him. "Kamari, I want you now." She whimpers, guiding his hands up her body slowly—he squeezes her breast then kisses her core tenderly. She was being vocal and he loves every second of it. Khaleesi turns around and takes a hold of him, his member already popped up. His eyes never leaving hers as she puts him inside of her, Kamari sits up gripping her waist.
A moan coming out of his mouth as she sits completely down on his lap. "Shit, you feel so fucking good." Khaleesi whimpers then begins to bounce up and down on his hard member, the feelings exploding in her body was euphoric. "Yes, yes." She says quietly to herself, her teeth biting into her bottom lip—her eyes rolling again as the feeling below builds up.
"Fuck." He grabs her jawline roughly, she whimpers as he kisses her lips several times. "You finna cum on that dick?" His hips bucking up as he thrusts inside of her. "My fucking pussy." Khaleesi moans against his lips, her breathing shaky. "Answer me when I'm talking to you." He hisses into her ear, a sharp smack coming down on her ass. She gasps loudly, her mind quickly fixing to say something.
"Y-yes." Khaleesi kisses him gingerly, he pulls her in closer if that was even possible. The way she rides him now, her hips swaying in a motion that's driving him crazy.
"You betta not stop fucking me like that, the fuck." His deep voice is raspy as he looks down at them connecting repeatedly, she places her hands on his face—her lips pressing a kiss against his.
•••
Khaleesi squeezes Kamari's hand as they walk through the outside corridor of the mall, her weight was slightly leaning on him because of the heeled-boots she wears. "Baby, pictures please!" The men behind them stopping when Khaleesi steps in front of him, Kamari smiles at her enjoying herself—she was relaxing and happy. He takes the phone, snapping a couple shots for her—Khaleesi posing as best as she could.
"Yea, period." Kofi, Kamari's friend, walks up beside him with a styrofoam cup in his hand, he was recovering well from his gunshot wound. "Here, nigga, you not getting them angles." Khaleesi laughs loudly, she rolls her eyes and walks over grabbing her phone.
"You play too much, move."
"You heard my girl, bitch ahh nigga."
"Mannn, I would've did better than you." Khaleesi tunes the two of them arguing out as she looks over in the display windows. The pretty clothing and variety of items catching her eye, she spots a gorgeous gold necklace—a medium-sized 'K' pendant attached to it.
"What you see?" Kamari comes from behind her, she relaxes against his body—taking in his warm embrace.
"That necklace, it's pretty. I didn't bring any money with me though, it's okay I can come back and get it." He creases his eyebrows and digs in his pocket. "Baby, no." Khaleesi attempts to stop him from pulling the bills out of his pocket.
"You want it?"
"Yes, yes I do."
"Let's go get it then."
They went around the mall, Khaleesi was getting all types of clothes and accessories because of Kamari. The truth is he loves spoiling her, she really didn't have anything growing up and he wanted her to understand she didn't have to want for anything. She kisses him on the lips quickly while going into a Sephora, Khaleesi shrieks as one of Kamari's friends take ahold of her shopping bags.
"Man." Kofi comes up to him, his arms cross as he stares straight ahead at the entrance of the store. "What's up?"
"Somebody tried invading our territory again, what we gon' do about that?" Kamari laughs, he sighs—his eyes never leaving Khaleesi's figure.
"Who was it?"
"One of Q's men, got him locked up at the warehouse back home."
"Fuck ass nigga always tryna fuck with somebody, I guess we gotta end this shit early?" Kofi nods his head, he motions a hand gesture at one of the men—they turn around going into the store to get Khaleesi. They both hear talking on the other side of the corridor, Kamari and Kofi's eyes glance over at the two men walking.
He recognizes them, one was the perpetrator behind Kofi's wound. Kamari's eyes switch over to his friend, he tilts his head over to the two of them. "Khaleesi, come here." Kamari grabs her hand and pulls her close to his body, she looks at him confused as to what's going on.
"Is everything okay, baby?"
"Yea, you hungry?" He kisses her lips and wraps his arm around her shoulders.
"Yesss, I want some Chinese food." Kamari looks back at Kofi.
"Handle that." He smiles and walks toward the two men almost instantly, Kamari's friends following behind.
"Where they going?" Khaleesi watches as Kofi punches one guy in the jaw, the impact so harsh he slams to the ground. She gasps and Kamari kisses her temple, he walks them around the corner to get her eyes away from the scene. Maybe Khaleesi underestimated Kamari's power.
•••
"What happened back there?" Khaleesi stuffs a few fries in her mouth, she swallows then picks up her pink lemonade on the side of the table. Kamari stares at her, taking in the flavors of her food and thoroughly picking out what to try next. "Mari, are you listening to me?"
"Yes, my love. It's nothing you have to worry about. Alright? Finish eating your food, I wanna take some more pictures of you." Khaleesi grins and laughs softly.
"For your personal collection? You're obsessed, it's disgusting." Kamari holds up his middle finger and she laughs swatting at his hand.
"You heard what I said though."
"I got you."
"Can I please have a fry?" Khaleesi leans forward placing one in between his teeth.
"I'm thinking about getting a job." Kamari tilts his head and leans back, she knew he wouldn't like the idea of that but—Khaleesi wants to earn her own money. She wants to get things on her own and Kamari buying her stuff today only motivated her to do so. "I found this ad for a small role at the diner, it's not much but great for a start."
"Leesi, you don't need no job."
"Kamari, be for real. I want to get money on my own, I love when you take care of me and I appreciate it greatly. I need to do this for myself, I wanna move out you know?" Khaleesi runs her fingers through the ends of her hair and sighs, he wasn't taking it well.
"Why you don't want me taking care of you? I don't have no problem doing it." His hoodie low on his head as he talks to her, the glistening diamonds around his neck.
"I know baby, it's okay, I wanna do this." Kamari exhales deeply, his nostrils flaring as he sits back all the way in his chair. "You can come visit me sometimes."
"With a piece of pie waiting for me, every time?"
"Yes, you still like pecan?"
"You know ya nigga so well." Khaleesi laughs then grabs his hand intertwining their fingers. "As soon as you get tired of it, you leave and I'll step in."
"I promise." She was so bless, that's all that could circulate through her mind. Having someone that wants to take care and provide for her, she wants to please him in every way possible. Khaleesi's heart thumping against her chest as blood rushes up to her cheeks.
"Kamari, I love you."
"I love you too."
"No like, I love you so much." Kamari leans forward kissing her lips multiple times.
"I love you so so much. You not going nowhere." She pulls away, cheesing, taking a couple more of her fries.
•••
ONE WEEK LATER
ACE's INTRO
11:00 PM
•••
Khaleesi wipes down the diner counter for the third time, she leans over causing her skirt to come up slightly—she rolls her eyes and sighs out of irritation. The pinned-skirt the manager gave her was awfully short and raised up with just any movement. She swings her hair to the side and groans, Leesi heard the door open and the bell singing loudly.
"I'll be with you in a second."
"Yes mam." A deep southern accent filling her ears, she could hear a group of men laughing and talking up a storm—not another entourage of loud people. She turns around facing the group of boys, there's one in particular that stood out amongst them. He has a yellow hat on his head, his little fro sticking out in the front. A thick cloud of smoke slipping from his lips and dispersing into the air. The royal blue sign outside—it's light flickering against the wet pavement, Khaleesi places her hand on her hip.
"You can't smoke in here." Her mink lashes hit her cheeks, she walks up to the individual and bugs her eyes out at him when he takes longer than expected to put it out. He laughs and smashes the wood against the glass ashtray on the counter.
"My bad, love. I apologize."
"It's alright, what can I get you?"
"What you recommend?"
"Boy, you know you've been here before."
"Aye, you funny." He grins while laughing once again, Khaleesi couldn't find anything amusing. "I have, I like that steak dinner." She leans over writing down his order on a note pad. "Leesi?" She sighs taking her name tag off and laying it flat on the counter.
"Unfortunately, yes."
"You really don't like me? I can make that change for real." He leans closer causing Khaleesi to arch her eyebrow.
"I have a man but thank for you for the offer. I'll have to politely decline." She rips his order off the notepad and takes it to the window, this has got to be the hundredth time she's reject men's advances towards her.
"Whose ya man?" Khaleesi looks back at him and tilts her head laughing, the look in his eyes told her he was showing intense conviction. She swings her hair to the side then turns around fully.
"She ain't the one." The cook yells from the back, Khaleesi leans on the counter crossing her arms over her chest.
"Ah, he must be important. He a killa?"
"If you keep talking to me, he is."
"You dangerous, huh?"
"Listen, does your homeboys want anything? If not, stop talking to me." She didn't really want to be responsible for anything or anybody. He licks his lips and leans back in his seat, his eyes falling on Khaleesi one more time.
"You happy?"
"I just want you beside me just like my cup is girl." There's music that plays quietly in the back, the soothing tune was her favorite by Lial. When the management wasn't here she played songs, it was calming and it gave her something to do during late night hours.
"Joyful, nigga." Her alarm sounds on the right corner behind the counter, it was 11:30. Khaleesi feels her heart skip a beat, she was excited to see Kamari. Khaleesi runs over to turn the Bluetooth off and then unties her apron—a jet black Cadillac pulling up in the parking lot. He was always on time.
"That your man?" Khaleesi eyes him then rolls her eyes, he smiles playfully. "Shawty, giving me the silent treatment now. Damn." She ignores him and grabs her coat and a small white box that sat under it. Kamari walks in, the smile on his face already visible. The group of men still speaking in the back, Khaleesi walks up to him—planting a kiss on his lips.
"You good? Let's go." He feels a set of eyes on him, Kamari turns his head and sees the man staring. Khaleesi feels a ping of fear strike through her heart, she comes from behind the counter and pulls on his arm.
"Baby, come on I'm hungry."
"Man, what the fuck is you looking at?" The diner falls silent, the man's friends talking coming to a stop. He stands up and Kamari begins to walk toward him, his eyebrows creasing—the cook shuts a metal window down over the opening. Khaleesi rushes over to the both of them getting in between.
"Just hold on, let's just go. Not tonight." The man's height exceeding Khaleesi's, his sweet yet musky cologne filling her nostrils. It smelled amazing.
"Listen to your girl." He laughs, a straight look coming on his face right after.
"My girl ain't none of ya fucking business, bruh get the fuck out of here for I get tight." He scowls, an array of tingles from the bell sounding through the room—Kamari's friends filing in the restaurant one by one. Kofi gently grabs Khaleesi's hand and leads her over to the door.
"Mari, baby please, let's just go."
"Leesi." He turns toward her and she immediately regrets it, his eyes were dark and he looked furious. She allows one of the guys to open the door for her, Khaleesi didn't even dare look in the other individual's direction. The man's people had came up beside him as well, he grips his backpack's straps tightly.
"Y'all wanna get down? We with all that."
"What you talking about then, nigga?" Kamari spat, Khaleesi walks out—her eyes continuing to peek over his friends shoulder. She makes contact with the man and then all hell broke loose. Hits being thrown in all directions, she couldn't keep up. She's rushed into the car, the driver pulls off quickly—Khaleesi's mind racing she couldn't believe what was happening.
Hey y’all! Long time no see, I know it’s been a while since I’ve been on here but I am back for sure and ready to write again. For my comeback story I’ve decided to do a Lil Meech fanfiction, i haven’t seen anybody writing for him and I want to change that. Of course this is always going to be a black!reader! I hope you all enjoy, I already have the first three chapters written up for y’all so comment, like, + share for me! 🫶🏾❤️
This story starts in the strip club, yes you read that correctly. The club. The place where there is a multitude of beautiful and seductive women? Yes, that's exactly where it starts. You might be thinking it will begin with a dancer herself, no? Maybe not, the club was always filled with lost souls every night. But, there was one diamond in the rough there. On the outside, she shines bright. Her energy as beautiful as the features on her face. The inside is where all the good stuff hides. In this story, only one person will bring it out of her. But, at what cost?
THE DIAMOND.
the story of
DETROIT.
khaleesi
PRESENT DAY.
"Big ol glock, nigga." Key Glock's cops & robbers shakes the whole Diamond. The beat bangs against the walls as the hundreds of people on the floor move in their own way. Red cups are held in the air, filled with a variety of alcohol. Hennessy, dussé, crown. Pulsing low blue lights fill the large room all the way up to the balcony, hundreds of dollars float slowly and down into the air as a dancer graces the sizable circle platform in the middle of the room. The way her body twists and turns around the pole was like art. Her heels clacked together loudly when the beat drops.
The Diamond is a two-story entertainment club with the most attractive and jaw-dropping women in Detroit. It was and currently is the hottest strip club in the city, the amount of money that filled the place on Friday & Saturday nights was thousands. Maybe millions. Everybody knew, if you wanted to have fun... the Diamond is the place to go. But, our story starts with Khaleesi Taylor.
"Cash rules everything around me." The song changes causing the lights to fade into a soft blush color. A young lady, 21 to be exact, sits at the bar with a shot glass in her hand. Her legs crossed and her walls up as her back rests against the counter. Khaleesi's dark eyes gaze up at her sister on the pole, her orbs filled with the pink lighting. She watched carefully as Kali's hands grip and hold the metal, the sound in her ears had tuned out. She had stayed hours with Kali to help her practice, motivating and being there for her.
Khaleesi sits her glass down and runs her hands down her thick thighs, her long & tall square nails were decorated with colorful decals and bright colors. Her glistening and smooth brown skin was rich, she found the time to moisturize using oil with lotion. It's what made her skin feel like a cloud. Her button nose had two gold piercings on each nostril, one of the small hoops has a yellow butterfly hanging freely.
Khaleesi wears a denim mini skirt, it was light blue. The top, a dark brown crop top with baby blue thick heeled-boots. Her tummy poking slightly through her skirt, for some, it was an insecurity but for her she loves her tummy. There's a black bag that hangs from her shoulder, the bundles in her head were thick & wavy: the silky tresses cascading down her back beautifully. A buss down jet black middle-part was her favorite style, she believes it really compliments her face.
She stands up and pulls at her skirt, Khaleesi had always been thick. It was a disadvantage & advantage at the same time, for example, she couldn't wear things like this without her cheeks showing. Sometimes, she just says fuck it. Her slithering gaze skims the club as the tip of her thumb sits on the edge of her lips. As she walks, the beat catches up with her. With every step her hips switch, her plump behind flowing like water. Times like this, she felt so confident.
The many eyes of men & women follow her, she waved at some of the girls that said hi to her as Khaleesi glides past to the dressing room. She comes to the back of the club where a matte black door stands. She flashes her wristband at the buff security, he nods and opens the door for her. In the room, multiple girls were walking around. Some naked, some screaming and chatting with friends, others getting dressed to go out on the floor. "Let's go girls! Get y'all asses ready!"
Khaleesi pushes her way to the corner were Kali was gathering her makeup and supplies quickly. Her head switches toward her sister sharply. "Girl, where the hell you been? We have to go asap!" Kali grabs the black bag and rips it open, she takes out a black sweatshirt and blue jeans. A pair of white tennis shoes came right after. "Dad's gonna kill us, fuck Leesi."
"We're gonna get back in time, don't worry. Besides, you know dad and mom sleep heavy as hell."
"We still have to go to the store and get some breakfast for this morning, remember, I told them I'd go shopping?"
"Fuck! Kali I told you to go before we left for the club." Kali pushes the bag into Khaleesi's chest as she walks past her. Her flosses and other stage outfits were packed into the bag. They come out of the dressing room quickly, the beginning of Brent Faiyaz's price of fame filling their ears. The drop of the beat shook Khaleesi's body to the core, her hips wanted to sway and move to the beat so badly.
"You know you need to pull your skirt down, daddy would kill you."
"Says the girl who was just in her damn floss on the pole." Kali rolls her eyes and grabs ahold of Leesi's wrist. They move as one through the crowd, pushing through the sweaty people and desperate men. "I'm glad we left anyway, ballers don't come out until later." Khaleesi says when they get outside, they walk beside one another heading to the bus stop. Shoulder to shoulder as they push one another playfully.
Kali holds on securely to another black duffel bag in her hand, it was full of ones and maybe if she was lucky 20s & 50s. She looks just like her younger sister but, obviously an older version. Kali was 24, Khaleesi 21. The warm and slightly windy air was comforting to the both of them, they grew up on a farm. It felt like being in the vast green fields back at home, it was freeing but, they were far from that.
They moved to Detroit at a young age, their father had got a high-end job and was transferred immediately to the city with their mother behind them. They live in a house in a nice neighborhood 10 miles from The Diamond. Their father works for a company downtown and man was it exhausting for him. Their mom, a stay at home mother who loves cooking more than anything. Kali, graduated senior, who works in the club secretly to make money for herself.
Khaleesi, a recently graduated senior, helps her sister out and not by dancing. She covers for Kali and supports her dancing career in the club, carrying her supplies and handing her what she needs when she gets dressed. "So... are you going to move out?" Khaleesi didn't want her sister to leave her, her voice held a certain kind of sadness. Their father and brother was incredibly overbearing hence, why Kali wanted to move.
Her father and Kali have a tension between them, she was more the rebellious sister and Khaleesi the sweet one who abided by all the rules. Kali didn't want to leave her sister but, it was only a matter of time before their father finds out about her night life. Then, she'll be kicked out instead of moving out. "I don't know, you know I can't leave you by yourself."
"Then take me with you, we can be roommates."
"It’s not that easy. You know dad and mom won't let you come with me, especially when they find out about me." The thought of her parents disowning her was terrifying, the two people she believes would love her forever. "Plus, they want you to go to college. I love dancing, no matter how much they don't understand."
“I don't want to go to college, why does everyone want me to go." Kali grabs her shoulder, stopping Khaleesi in her tracks. Her baby blue heels weren't clacking against the concrete anymore. The streets dead quiet, it was expected considering the time. "What?"
"You have to go, don't you wanna be something?" Khaleesi rips her sisters hand from her shoulder and steps in front of Kali.
"I can be something without college, not everyone needs a degree to go out and be something. Hell, I say as long as you're making money a job is a job."
"Tell that shit to dad, bookie." She rolls her eyes as Kali slides past her. Their father was adamant on Khaleesi going to college, when he couldn't get Kali to budge the responsibility fell on Leesi. "Let's go, the gas station across the street!"
"Wait for me!" They run across the empty street screaming happily, their black hair flowing behind them carelessly. Nights like these were the best, the most care-free. Even if they are away from their dad and brother’s strict rules & expectations for a couple seconds, it was always the best feeling however long it lasts. The gas station, no more than two minutes from the Diamond, was packed with hellcats. Cherry red, winter blue, and snow white chargers take up the gas pumps. The music echoing down the street engulfs the atmosphere, men sit on the hoods smoking, talking, and gambling.
"Kali, what's up ma?" They walk past a man in a tracksuit, he grabs ahold of her wrist holding her in place. This causes Khaleesi to stop in her tracks and run into Kali's back.
"Sir, we're tryna get some food." Kali nudges his forehead back and pulls her wrist away from him. "Holla at you later." One thing Kali didn't do was ditch her sister for a man, she didn't put anybody above her. He kisses his teeth and walks away pulling his hood over his head, Khaleesi sighs as they walk into the store.
"I didn't mean to scare away your guy friend."
"Girl please! I already fucked him a while ago. He won't leave me alone. If anything, you saved me." Kali laughs causing the corners of Khaleesi's lips to lift into a smile.
The two sisters walk into the store and are greeted with a booming voice. Nizhoni. Her dad owns the place but forces her to work night shifts on some weekdays and weekends. A green lollipop swirls between her full lips—her teeth drenched in grills. Her nails were cut into a stiletto shape and black as night.
"Leesi and Kali!" They walk over and lean against the counter, the small convenient store was crowded with teenagers and young people shopping & playing around. The TV blasting in the corner was showing a rerun of a football game, a group of older men gathered around it to watch carefully. "I love you two so much, you actually came to keep me company. You know the night life gets busy." Nizhoni collapses down on the countertop and sighs deeply.
She sits back up and pulls her hand purse from the side of her and on to the counter. Niz takes out a nail filer from her purse and begins to scrape it against her fingernails, Khaleesi lifts herself up and sits down on the tall counter. She grabs one of the 99 cent honeybuns from a rack and opens it, taking a big bite. "I know how much you love those little shits so I'll let you have it for free this time."
"Thank you." Khaleesi tunes out the talking of Kali & Nizhoni, everything around her had seem to become dark and quiet as she chews on her honeybun. Her brown eyes observing the surroundings, she was the paranoid sister. Always watching. Always observing others behaviors and motives. A steady beat bangs in her chest, it seems to cause the whole gas station to vibrate. Everyone's eyes seem to land on the black SUV pulling up to one of the pumps.
The passenger side door opens and a young man jumps out of the vehicle. A smile wide on his face, the whiteness of his teeth dancing with the stations bright lights. Khaleesi's eyes were stuck on him, the way he carried himself was... attractive. Everyone else had paid no mind to him, going back into their own little worlds. Kali and Nizhoni didn't notice, they continued to talk.
Khaleesi didn't notice her breathing had changed, her chest moves up and down in a quick but steady pace. She tilts her head up a little trying to get a better look but, she didn't want to get caught looking in this man's direction. She watched as he converse, talking to other men as his tall figure leaned against the SUV. "I love to love you baby." Donna Summer's soothing voice echoes in the back of her mind, the music on the tv playing faintly but loud.
His cuban chains glistened beautifully in the light: there was one, no- two around his tattooed neck. He wears all black, long-sleeved shirt and joggers. Khaleesi couldn't stop staring at some of the rings on his thick fingers. The veins running through his hands show as he moves them around expressing what he was saying. He has a rough beard on his sharp jawline and a thin mustache going across his plump lips. The hood on his head lowers as he walks toward the door. A piece pushed into the side of his waistband, Khaleesi gasps softly and removes her eyes off of him.
The man has on colors that they were not suppose to associate with, Leesi's heart was thumping against her chest. They weren't usually welcomed on this side of town. But, could still come and go as they please. "We have to go, Kali." Her sisters eyes shift to her as she grabs her wrist.
"What's wrong?" Nizhoni nudges Kali's shoulder and they all look to the double doors. Kamari Parker pushes them open, he walks inside and the room falls silent. A soft green lighting from outside flows from behind him and into the store. Khaleesi didn't dare to look up, Kali had turned her head away as well. Her eyes glued to Nizhoni, Kali bulges her eyes at her begging for Niz to say something.
"Ohhhkay..." Kamari squints his eyes around the store, his heavy steps move around the room as he grabs a bag of chips. Khaleesi's thumb touches her bottom lip as she watches him, his deep voice is heard as he raps random lyrics. Niggas. His voice, Khaleesi couldn't control the sensation between her thighs. It rattled her, it held nothing but power. She quickly crosses her legs and averts her stare when he turns around and walks over.
"Wassup? Let me get a five pack, russian cream." The words that slipped from his lips were smooth and comforting, Khaleesi couldn't feel anything but timid in his presence. He felt familiar, he felt warming and reassuring. Leesi believed he would go after her sister, no one's ever chased after her. Everyone loves her sister, she was beautiful, charming, and a great dancer. And she was just known as Kali's little sister.
Khaleesi sighs and looks back towards the store, her eyes landing on the TV as she tunes out the rest of the conversation. "Let me get some oil too, mama."
"Give me a second and I'll come out there and put it in for you, baby." Nizhoni gently smiles and pops her lollipop out her mouth. Kamari smiles then licks his lips.
"Is it okay if shorty over there does it instead?" Kali and Nizhoni's eyes switch over to Khaleesi. Her big sister slaps her on the thigh to catch her attention, Leesi gasps and glares in Kali's direction.
"What the fuck, Kali?"
"This nice man would like for you to put some oil in his car." Kali has a forced smile on her face, she tilts her head towards the door. "Go on, now. I'll be watching you in here." Kamari grabs his bag of chips and backwoods, he walks backwards to the door. His eyes looked Khaleesi up and down, he bites his bottom lip and walks outside into the summer air.
"Kali, if Q finds out-"
"He's not here and we saw the way you were looking at him, bitch, go." She smiles and laughs with Nizhoni, Khaleesi hugs Kali tightly and runs to the entrance. She walks outside and her eyes automatically land on Kamari, his stare holds on her.
"Come on." He flicks his hand toward him, Khaleesi walks across the parking lot. Her heels slapping the ground as her hair falls gracefully around her shoulders. She heard a few whistles but easily ignored them, she could've sworn she saw a slight sneer or Kamari's face. He didn't like it. Parker lifts up the hood as Khaleesi stands beside his tall figure. She stopped exactly at his shoulder, she was tall herself. He removes the top and moves aside for Leesi. "It's all yours."
She glances over at him and sees he's resting against the car on his side. Just watching her. Khaleesi pours the oil in slowly, she bites her lip trying to concentrate. She could feel his eyes burning into her, her legs becoming weak and her mind was racing with thoughts. Stand up, girl! Khaleesi screams at herself in her head. "Is there a reason you're watching me like this?"
"Just making sure you good, you good?" Khaleesi looks up at him and that was a mistake. He looked so good, she was folding hard. His voice was soft, almost like a whisper but, still had a hint of raspiness.
"Yes, I'm good, thanks for asking." Khaleesi closes the top on the oil and walks past Kamari to throw away the bottle. The friends that he arrived with were gathered around the car talking amongst themselves. His eyes follow her behind as they move up her spine and to the hair laying on her neck. Khaleesi comes back toward him and he grabs her wrist softly.
"What's your name?" She didn't think he would ask her that, Khaleesi panics. They were not under any circumstances allowed to tell their names to enemies. What made him ask her name? Had she caught his attention?
"And why would you want that?" Khaleesi calms her self and begins to play along, she moves close to him. He leans back against the car, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You're beautiful, that's all. I've never seen you around."
"Oh, so you want my name so you can spy on me." Khaleesi smiles, Kamari's arm wrapping around her waist: he pulls her in and clenches his jaw. She turns her head and quietly gasps, she feels his eyelashes graze her cheek softly as he looks down at her body.
"I'm serious, can I please have your name?"
"I'm sorry, no." Khaleesi's finger grazes the skin under his chin. She bites her lip as he looks up in her eyes, he sits against the car.
"Why you wanna play like that?" A half smile rises on his lips, Kamari laughs then sits up. "That's aight, I'mma ask everybody in this motherfucka then." Khaleesi stops him from leaving her sight, she grabs his hand before he can walk away and pushes him on the side of the car. "Damn, nigga." A look of amusement on his face as he returns to his original position.
"Fine, it's Khaleesi. What about you?"
"People call me many names but, the only one you need to know is Kamari."
"Come on, Khaleesi!" Kali runs out and grabs ahold of her sisters wrist. "They're here." Khaleesi's heart drops to the pit of her stomach, she pulls away from Kamari quickly. "Nigga, this never happened." Kali glares at him and he furrows his eyebrows, his eyes never leaving Khaleesi's. He watches as they run and disappear into the night.
Chile, what you so afraid of?" Nizhoni twirls a piece of her platinum blonde hair around her index finger. Yea, what am I so afraid of? Khaleesi snaps out of her trance and stares over at Niz. "Kali, you know you can out dance every one of them bitches. I don't wanna hear it." Her big sister walks into the large dining room and sits a bowl of fresh fruit on the mahogany table. Kali takes a seat next to Nizhoni and shrugs her shoulders.
“I wanna dance but the boss won't let me, says I've been missing too many nights." She lifts a piece of mango to her lips and takes a clean bite.
"Fuck him! Bitch, don't you wanna make your money? We gotta figure out a way." Khaleesi sighs and looks up at the both of them.
"I'll get your money, tell Dez I'll serve for tonight." Khaleesi had filled in for Kali several times when her boss wouldn't let her dance. Doing her job in secret was already hard, sometimes she just couldn't make it to practice. And sometimes, Khaleesi would serve as a bottle girl and all the tips she would get would go to Kali.
Their family loves to provide for them, the two sisters were like angels to their parents and brother. Q also love to protect them, to protect his family. But their brother just couldn't support Kali's dream of being a professional dancer. It was her dream to make thousands of dollars doing what she loves. "You know what to do, right?"
"Yea, I know the rules."
"If anybody-"
"Call you, I know." Khaleesi stands up from the dining room table and walks through the foyer to get to the grand stairs. Her house-shoe covered feet echoing around the Taylor residence. She was tired of hearing about her brother and Kamari, she just needed some time to herself. Time away from all of this, the Diamond was the place to be for that. Khaleesi looks at the watch on her phone and cusses sharply. She had to be there before 12 and it was already 10:50, she takes off her clothes swiftly and paces into the bathroom.
Khaleesi's swarovski heels step foot onto The Diamond's marble black floor, her hips sway back and forth as she moves around the club with confidence. The beat moves through her body making her throw her hand up in the air. In the other was a big bottle of Dussé, she swings it around and bends over shaking her backside. "Alright now, watch it." Khaleesi's smile flashes in the direction of a man attempting to move behind her. "How about tipping me instead?" She turns around and holds the bottle close to her side.
Khaleesi pulls the side of her white thong out, she watches as he places a stack of ones in the space. She lets go and the material flicks back into place, Leesi pats his cheek and walks away coquettishly. "Dumbass." She drops the bottle off to a nearby section and dances her way back to the bar, Young Nudy's voice surrounds the atmosphere as she leans on the counter. "Two vodkas for the table in the corner!" She screams as loud as she can over the music, the bartender nods her head and retreats to the back.
"I like to pull my mask down and fucking rob em." The young lady comes back with two shot glasses of vodka she sits them on Khaleesi's tray.
"Thank you, girl!" Leesi turns around and spots a commotion in the far right. It was one of the four V.I.P. sections, she squints her eyes trying to see what was going on. Khaleesi walks closer not paying attention to anything or anyone else around her. The lights on the ceiling began to flicker making it harder for her to see. She gets closer and immediately regrets it, it was her brother.
Leesi ducks quickly behind the staircase, her eyes widen as she takes glance after glance. Q Taylor sits on the couch throwing bills repeatedly, the grills in his mouth sparkling every time he smiles. What is he doing here? He's supposed to be gone. His entourage of friends deep around him and Khaleesi knew every single one and they all know her. "Fuck!" She was scared for her life, glued to the spot behind the staircase.
Her eyes move from side-to-side as she tries to think with the loud music in the background. "This can't be happening." What she was wearing, a diamond encrusted bra with marshmallow-colored thongs on her bottom. He would bury her. She'll just go out the back entrance, she thinks. But, what if they're there? As Khaleesi continues looking in Q's direction, she feels a familiar warmth by her shoulder.
"Come on, baby." She feels Kamari's hand squeezing her waist gently, Khaleesi sighs out of relief. She had never felt so much weight lift off her shoulders, her eyes fall on his face. His lips already hovering over hers as the sexual tension between them thickens. "I said come on, unless you wanna get caught." She takes one more gaze at her brother and shakes her head out of fear.
"If he catches me w-with you—I’ll get caught, Mari, fuck it.” She removes his hand off her waist and looks over at him. "I'm sorry, I can't do this with you." The pad of her thumb traces his bottom lip, he stares down at her: his hoodie concealing his face but not to her eyes.
"You think I give a fuck about that shit?" Kamari's words came off harsh but it wasn't like that, at all. His eyebrows creased, she could see the frustration plastered on his face. His hands wrap themselves around her waist once against, he walks her body back into the staircase. The coldness of the metal hits her spine as her tawny-colored eyes look up into his.
"Kamari, I'm serious."
"And I'm serious, fuck Q Taylor!" She clasps her hand over his mouth swiftly, her eyes darting around trying to make sure no one had heard.
"Aye man, stop hogging up the bottle girl. We need some drinks over here!" A man walks toward them and before he could take a few more strides Kamari stops him in his steps. His tatted hand forces him back, his body completely facing the man now. He stumbles from the blow, the drink in his hand dropping to the floor. "What the fuck."
The scowl on Kamari's face was threatening and, quite frankly, scary. "Nigga, get your ass up out of here or run that shit up." He eyes the big chain around his neck then looks back up in his eyes, the man glances down then backs away. His hands up to his side as he assures Kamari he didn't want trouble. His full attention returns back to Khaleesi, it was like two different people. She thinks, silently.
"You didn't have to push him like that, I still need tips, you know?"
"I didn't like the way he was rushing you, he seen us having a conversation and still did." Kamari digs in one of his pockets, his eyes observing every corner of the club as he did. "Fuck them tips, here baby." He pulls out a wad of cash that was clipped together tightly, he places it in her hand and folds her fingers over it voluntarily.
“I can't take this, Mari, please-"
"You can and you will, as long as I'm here you ain't got shit to worry about." Khaleesi couldn't deny that she was just naturally an emotional person, no one had ever cared about her this much except for him when they were younger. Did he really just relieve her for the rest of the night? Yes. She could finally go home and leave early and not worry about getting hit on by weird men. Khaleesi throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly, this took him by surprise.
"Get me out of here, please." She didn't care how but Khaleesi just couldn't afford to get caught tonight.
"Yes mam." His voice, barely above a whisper as he grabs her hand quickly. Khaleesi follows close to him, her face hides behinds his shoulder. Her eyes glancing over every once in a while attempting to see what was going on. Her hand was holding his for dear life, she didn't even want to let go for a second. Khaleesi didn't realize how hard she was squeezing but, he could tell. He could tell how terrified she was of getting caught but, she had nothing to be afraid of while being with him. And that's what made him mad. She was still afraid.
Kamari plows his way through a crowd of people, he ignores the dirty looks he gets from women and men as they're moved out of the way.
Khaleesi apologizes almost every second as they walk through, her soft voice not even reaching the sound of the music enough for them to hear. They were now in the back of the club, a part that Khaleesi had no knowledge of what it looked like until this moment.
The warm night air attacks her skin, it was comforting yet refreshing. She breathes deeply and hears the back door slam behind her, Mari. Khaleesi clasps her hands on top of her head and stares out into the empty field of grass sitting behind the club. Was this always here? "You're dead to me." She sings softly, the song had been stuck in her head all morning and night.
Khaleesi looks down at her heels and realizes how badly her feet was aching, her sparkling white digits wiggle freely in the open-toe shoes. She looks back up for a second then feels a hand wrap around her ankle. Kamari concentrates as he unbuckles the strap, he lifts her foot out of the shoe and she feels a pillowy surface hit the pad of her foot. This nigga bought me house shoes? Khaleesi wonders where he got them from, a dumb-founded look dancing on her face as he does the same to her other foot.
"Relax, hid them behind the dumpster earlier when I came."
"You planned this?" She couldn't help the smile lifting on her lips, Khaleesi turns around her face angled up towards his. See one thing that I know, you are not a friend to me. The lyrics continue to interrupt her thoughts, she can't release them even if she wants to.
"A nigga knew your feet would be hurting, although, I didn't know your brother was going to be here." Khaleesi's smile had faded, she looks down to the side.
"I didn't know either, obviously." He presses against her closely, her hands move up his chest. It was rock hard, he was built for sure. The look on Khaleesi's face was painful, her nose scrunching up as she sniffs. "Kamari—"
"Don't think about it." She didn't realize how much he was allowing her to lean into his body, Khaleesi watches as he removes the black Nike jacket off his arms. He drapes the material over her shoulders and his sweet scent floats into her nose. Kamari had a certain nurturing energy about him, like, he would take care of anyone he loves. "I know you still mad at me cause I left."
The feelings in her stomach were swirling and twisting with nerves, she didn't care one second about that. They were face-to-face and there was only one thing she could think of. She shakes her head quickly, "We were young, I don't care about any of that. You had no choice. I was angry in that moment, I'll admit."
Their fingers, now intertwined together. Her hands felt so soft to him, her skin all together was smooth. It was attractive. He had went years wanting to feel her again, her body her everything. "That's all I wanted to hear." A sigh of relief exits his mouth, she looks around for a second at the dark green LED lights radiating down on them. Her eyes shift up to the night sky, her chin resting against his chest as she does so. His eyes had never left her face, the stare was intense as he admires her features.
Khaleesi gasps softly feeling a cold drop of rain land on her cheek. "Shit." Kamari rushes to kiss the raindrop away, feeling his lips on her skin honestly: made tingles erupt in her core. She hadn't felt it in years. His right arm molds itself around her waist pulling her as close as she could come. She felt small in his presence but, it was a good feeling. She felt safe, calm, a sensation of serenity rains over Khaleesi. She had nothing to worry about.
Kamari's lips begin to trail gentle kisses on the side of her face, her head falls and her eyes shut closed. Khaleesi's breathing had picked up slightly, her heartbeat banging against her skin. She attempts to move her hands but forgets they were intertwined with Kamari's, he moves them behind her back with his following. His kisses continue to caress the skin on her face, his lips suddenly moving over to taste hers.
The way their lips move together was hungry-like, they had been craving each-other this entire time. Her skin becomes hot, the rain falling on her had began to soak her hair. They had pulled away from each other several times for him to plant short but heated tongue kisses against her lips. Khaleesi moans in his mouth and snatches her hands out of his grip, the look on his face was congested with passion but he didn't wanna stop kissing her. So he didn't.
Their plump lips slap together, his index finger and thumb holding gently but tightly to her chin. Her legs were becoming weak as he did so, the relaxing feeling in her spine overtakes her body. The palm of his hands now pressing against her lower back, they travel up her spine several times applying pressure. The feeling exploding between her thick thighs was foreign, she hasn't felt pleasure like this since forever.
How could the pressure being applied make her feel this way? Make her weak like this. "Told you I learn some shit." His deep voice rings in her ears, she couldn't even pay attention. Her body completely overstimulated. When his palms reach the top, for the last time, she gasps against his lips. "Mhm." Before Khaleesi could drop to the ground from pleasure, he lifts her swiftly into his arms. She was trying hard to conceal her moans but she couldn't, not from him. Her body language told him everything, she couldn't get enough.
"Mari." Her breath taken away and her voice soft as can be, he wanted badly for his fingers to disappear in the warmth between her legs. The quick and feathery kisses he presses against her ear become gentle nibbles. She couldn't take anymore; did he really just make me orgasm off a massage? Her hands hold the side of his face, Kamari's eyes falling back on hers.
He wouldn't take his eyes off her and that's what made her incredibly feeble. She looks down, noticing her bottom half pressing against his print. The thick outline pushing on his dark-gray sweats. He glances down at his manhood as well then back up at Leesi, her warm core smothering that part of him comfortably. She didn't dare move her hips, Khaleesi wanted to but, she couldn't start something that wouldn't have been finished. "I can't, I can't." His eyebrows creasing together as she frees herself from his warm embrace.
"Khaleesi, I haven't seen you in a while. We don't have to do none of that right now, I just wanna take you in. Your presence, I missed you." It's like they both ignore the pouring rain, he pulls her back into him where she was safe. Her head falling back and his hand supporting her neck out of instinct. He presses a lazy kiss against her lips then trails them down her chin and slowly to her neck. Her hands grasping on to his black shirt for support, he wanted to devour her. And she, didn't know how to feel.
With every kiss he left, the feeling between her thighs ache again and again.
"You can't even last with just my touch, baby." He groans in her ear and rests his lips on her cheek. The way he spoke was as if he was mesmerized by how stimulated Khaleesi was, had she missed him this badly? "I wanna do things to you that you can't imagine and as a man, I promise I'mma take care of that. We can't tonight, love, I gotta get you home."
"No."
"Yes." His voice was soft but authoritative, he arches his eyebrows. Khaleesi didn't know what she was saying, she couldn't believe she wants to stay with him. What happen to her rational fear of Q catching them? Was he still in the club? "I got some business to handle, trust, you'll see me again."
"You make a lot of promises, Kamari Parker. And you better be able to keep them." It was getting to the point where she didn't even want to leave his presence, it felt right to be in. His hand lays on the side of her cheek, she grabs his wrist and kisses it tenderly. Khaleesi trails her lips up the palm of his hand, she pecks the pad of his thumb and looks up at his focused eyes.
"I will, for you." This love story begins in a club—the back of one, at that.
It took Kamari all night to convince Khaleesi to stay with him, they had argued all the way back up to the apartment. He grabbed her waist as soon as they got in the door, his hands squeezing her ass from behind. Khaleesi places her hand on his cheek, moving his face over towards her lips. "Kamari, not again."
"You so fine when you mad." She glares up at him and pushes him away, Khaleesi lays his jacket on the kitchen counter and pulls her self up on the surface. Kamari leans against the island, in front of her tense figure, his eyes boring into hers before grinning.
"I guess you're not letting me leave."
"You can try if you want to, love." One part of her was giddy and exploding with excitement, the other half was full of anxiousness. He can see that she wants to relax as much as she can but, she just couldn't. Khaleesi’s brother catching them really circulates in the back of her mind. Kamari walks up to Khaleesi, his lips pressing on her forehead. "Do you wanna leave?" His eyes now pinning a gaze upon her.
"I wanna be here with you, I'm so scared Kamari." Her head lays on his hand, she pouts up at him. "What are we going to do?" Khaleesi's voice breaks softly, she clears her throat: squeezing his wrist. She had been thinking about this ever since he told her who he was in her bedroom that morning.
"I already got a plan for us, I don't want you to worry about that." She begins to shake her head, he places his hands on the side of her neck. "No, baby I do, for real." He runs his thumb over her cheek, Khaleesi scoots closer to him. "I want you to relax, I don't need you being scared." His voice was soft but stern.
He grabs her chin, his lips pressing onto hers gently. She pecks him one more time before getting down from the counter, Kamari's hands holding her waist softly. "Where you going?" He couldn't get enough of her, she looks out at the view outside of his window. The buildings so high the tops of them hidden by dense clouds, the sky dark and decorated with stars.
"Is this your only place?" Her eyes wander to the floor, she looks back at him a closed smile on her lips. She walks into his arms, her chin resting on his chest.
"No." He speaks onto her cheek, she angles her head toward the living room once again.
"We definitely have to decorate— I mean I do."
"What you tryna say?" An amusing tone in his voice as Kamari smiles down at her, his eyebrows creased. She laughs and covers her mouth quickly, Khaleesi pulls away from him and leans on the island.
"That's not what I meant." Her body now on full display for his eyes again, she bites her bottom lip. Before he could avert them down her temple, her finger lands under his chin. "Let's make breakfast."
"Yes mam."
6:00 AM
same day.
"Honey or jelly on your biscuits?" Khaleesi holds the two condiments in her hands, a jar of honey and a bottle of grape jam. She stands across from him at the island, he points to the right.
"Honey." She hums in agreement and opens the jar seconds later, Khaleesi dips a spoon into the thick liquid then drizzles it over the steaming hot biscuits. She pulls on the sleeves of his jacket that's over her body, waiting for him to taste it.
"Tell me how you like it."
"Baby, I want you to eat too. Where ya plate at?"
"It's in the microwave, Mari, just eat."
"Bruh, we eating together." He leans back in his chair, his head tilting as he stares at Khaleesi. Kamari clenches his jaw as she throws her hands up, watching him stand up to walk over and retrieve her plate. He sits it down in front of Leesi and goes back to his seat.
"Would you like some honey or jelly, baby?" Khaleesi smiles and leans over the island to kiss him. Her lips land on Kamari's several times before returning to her spot.
"Honey."
"I agree." He says, before drizzling some on top of her biscuit. A few minutes later the food on Kamari's plate was gone, Khaleesi was halfway done: munching quietly on her diced strawberries.
"Was it good?" She laughs as she picks up her last piece of bacon, her hair still twisted up into the pink claw clip.
"Yes, we make a good duo in the kitchen." She breaks her bacon in pieces, tossing them into her mouth every once in a while.
"Yes we do." She washes her hands in the sink next to her, Khaleesi grabs the hand towel on the counter then dries her palms and fingers throughly. She walks over to him, the tip of her long nail tracing the counter. "Kamari..."
"Yes."
"I came back to let you know, I got a thing for you and I cant let go." The music in the room soothes her, Snoh's voice calming the atmosphere. Khaleesi climbs onto his lap. The ends of the jacket piling at her waist, she leans forward— kissing him slowly he bites down on her lip and Leesi moans.
"Maybe we shouldn't."
"What you mean?" His hands tight on her hips, she could feel him poking the place she wants him to be in. "Fuck all that shit right now." He bucks his hips up, causing his print to graze against her.
"Shit." Khaleesi moves her body with his, her breathing getting heavier by the second. "Kamari, baby, we can't."
"Why?" He pulls her in tight, his hand moving to the top of his sweats. "I said, why." His eyebrow arching as he sits up swiftly, Kamari’s stare on her face is intense.
"Because, it's not good." His fingers travel up her chest, her neck now in his hand—he kisses her lips and she gasps.
"This not good, baby?" Pulling the front of his sweats down, Khaleesi watches as he takes himself out—his member suddenly popping up against his lower stomach. His tip stroking her clit slowly, with each brush she became wetter. Her hand gripping his shoulder as her mouth is parted.
"N-no." Kamari enters her and she gasps once again, his moans grace her ears.
"Pussy so good, fuck." He brings her down onto him at a steady pace, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "This don't feel right?" He says, slightly speeding up, the slapping of her ass hitting his thighs. Kamari’s eyebrows creased as he grunts and pulls her closer, a high-pitched moan slipping from Khaleesi’s mouth as she grips the skin around his neck.
"Yes, yes, please."
"Good girl."
"Kamari, fuck me." She begs, Khaleesi's whimpers of satisfaction hitting his lips. Her body trembling under his touch, his lips now parted as he places one of his hands on her lower stomach.
"Fuck." A pleased moan slipping from his mouth, his husky voice echoes throughout the kitchen: their cheeks touching as they reach their high together. The air around them warm and comforting, his fingers slipping between her thighs as Kamari moves them smoothly in a circular motion over her clit.
She gasps, surprisingly, her eyebrows creasing from the added pleasure. "Mmm, you better cum for me, right now." Kamari brings her down on him sloppily, his eyes admiring his dick disappearing inside of Khaleesi repeatedly.
It happened so fast for them, his arms closing around her waist as he began bucking his hips up: thrusting into her shamelessly. Their moans in harmony as Khaleesi cums, the overwhelming feeling squirming throughout her body. "Oh my—fuck!" She feels him lift her up in his arms swiftly then pulling himself out and ejaculating on her behind.
Khaleesi collapses on his moist skin, her head resting against his shoulder. Their heavy breathing, the only audible noises in the apartment. Her mind kept going back to what they just did, it was replaying over and over. "I wanna take you on a date." She laughs softly, her voice raspy from the previous vocalizing she did.
"On what side of town?" She arches one of her eyebrows, sitting up to meet his stare.
"We going out of town, tell your parents you're staying with a friend: I'll have somebody from my team cover you." He already had it planned out, Kamari knows Khaleesi was adamant about her brother not finding out about them. Although, Q had to find out one day but one thing he knew—that time was not now.
A booming knock sounds on the door, this causes Khaleesi to jump down from the seat quickly. "Who the fuck—" It continues, he gets up swiftly: pulling his boxers up. Her body was stiff as a rock, there were already a pile of tears meeting at the bottom of her eyelids. Her hands clasped together as her stare wouldn't leave the door, she feels his hands touch her shoulders. "Yo, Leesi."
Her eyes switch over to him, her full attention on Kamari now: a gun resting in his hand. When did he get that? She thinks distractingly, her mind quickly coming back to reality. And just like that, Khaleesi was being introduced to Kamari's world once again: but years later. His whole demeanor changing drastically before her eyes, he was alert and ready.
"Go to the room, lock the door. There's a piece under the nightstand, don't fucking come out unless I get you. Go." She had never ran so fast, Khaleesi races down the hall her eyes glancing back at him for a split second.
She bursts through the door, shutting it behind her speedily. Tears already streaming down her face, she hears yelling on the other side: then quick shuffling. Her shaky fingers locking it, she moves away—the back of her legs hitting the bed. She hasn't dealt with this in ages, it was all flooding back to her mind: the situations her and Kali had to deal with when it came to Kamari and Q.
"Khaleesi!" She hears Kamari's deep cry, her mind becoming sharp once again. She takes a deep breath, slowing down the thoughts in her head.
"Leesi, Mari needs your help." She tells herself quietly, Khaleesi grabs the gun under the nightstand. She rips it off of the adhesive, holding it in front of her, she cocks it back then stands up. Her once trembling legs, no more. Khaleesi opens the door silently, she peeks out: the hallway empty but splats of blood on the wall. She walks out, her side pressing on the wall as she treads toward the kitchen: both hands on the gun as she points it up, her eyes focused.
She comes to the end of the corridor, the front door wide open: her breathing heavy as pieces of her hair fall on her face. Khaleesi's posture remained straight, Kamari comes beside her. She gasps, his hands clasping onto the gun quickly—Khaleesi relaxes, a breath of air pushing out her lips. "Baby, it's okay." Her head falls onto his chest, his hands resting on the sides of her neck. "We gotta problem."
"What happened?" She looks at him, his face full of concern.
"Somebody shot one of my brothers, I don't know who but when I find out that nigga dead." His voice full of bass and strident.
"We'll figure it out—"
"I don't want you around this again, for real, I'mma take you home in a little bit. Okay?" Khaleesi didn't want to leave, she wants to stay with him: she doesn't want anything bad happening. She stares at him blankly before nodding her head. He walks down the hall, Khaleesi walks over to the entrance: she shuts the door then locks it. She treads over to the living room seeing a young man on the couch, beads of sweat on his forehead as he breathes deeply.
As she walks closer his head turns towards her, a friendly smile coming on his lips. "You're Khaleesi? Kamari's girl, nice to meet you." She laughs and takes a seat beside him, she reaches for the black gloves already on the coffee table. A blood stain plastered on the side of his white t-shirt.
"Surprised you know who I am."
"Hell ya, that nigga talk about you all the time." Kamari comes in with the items Leesi asked for, he sits them on the table and hands a towel to her.
"Can you try and lift up for me? So I can put the towel under, just for a second." He groans as he uses all of his strength to sit up off the couch, Khaleesi hurriedly puts the towel down then lays her hand on his shoulder. "Okay, you can lay back. Slowly." His teeth gritting together as he pushes his head back on the couch, his eyes squeezing shut.
"I'mma let y'all do this, I gotta make some calls." Kamari scratches the back of his neck, he was nervous and she could see it all over his body.
"It's okay, baby, he's going to be fine." Khaleesi squeezes some hand sanitizer on the palm of her hand, she rubs it in then looks up at him. Kamari nods his head then walks toward the door, she watches him: her eyebrows slightly creasing.
"That nigga strong as hell, for real." Khaleesi's eyes switch to his friends, she hums in agreement. "I remember when he first told me about you." He hisses when she lifts up his shirt, Khaleesi takes a deep breath at the gun wound on his lower right side. A gold on one of his teeth shining in her peripheral vision, she gets what she needs off the table and begins.
"You took the bullet out?"
"Yea, gave it to Kamari."
"Damn." She cringed slightly, that had to hurt. "What he say about me?"
"I honestly ain't believe him when he said he had a shorty back at his second home but— he mentioned, he wished he wouldn't have left and that hopefully y'all would meet again under better circumstances. He waited for you, on some real shit."
"Really now?"
"Yea, no serious relationships—used to make fun of him about it." She cleans his wound as she listens attentively, soaking in all of the information coming from his mouth. "He loves you." She stops what she's doing and looks up at him, his eyes already on Khaleesi's. He nods and arches his eyebrows up, wrinkles forming in his forehead.
Khaleesi holds the straps of her backpack as she kicks the front door closed behind her. She had gotten Kamari to drop her off blocks away, it took minutes of convincing to prevent him from doing it in front of her house instead. The walk was nice, anyways. She falls back against the towering door, her front teeth biting down on her bottom lip.
She couldn't wait to get home to feel all the emotions she obstructed in front of him. Her underwear, completely drenched. The cold draft swooshing around the house hits her naked legs. Khaleesi had changed in his car, putting on a pair of gym shorts in his backseat and the jacket covering her encrusted bra. She had clothes of her own but, he insisted, he wanted her to carry him around with her everywhere she went.
Her hands run up her arms, she stares straight back into the pit of blackness that was the corridor it leads to the spacious kitchen. A body emerges causing her to jump, her mother was startled as well. "Leesi Taylor! What are you doing sneaking around this house?" Her voice barely above a whisper but still yelling. "Where are you coming from?" Alicia Taylor's eyes had widened, waiting for her to reply.
"She went to get her backpack, what took you so long?" Kali nudges her head towards the stairs, her sister was back early and she hope she had an excuse.
"I wanted Kali to help me do my college essay, ma. It's due at the end of summer and I'm really trying to get it done. I know how much this is important to you."
"Okay, don't keep your sister up too late Kali. Remember, Leesi you have that college ball later this evening." Alicia arches her plucked eyebrow at the both of them, she waves her hand and heads upstairs with a mug of hot coffee. As she reaches the top of the stairs, her back turned: Kali throws her arms in the air. Khaleesi and her sister began to argue silently, they stop immediately when their mother turns around completely. "By the way, Q is back. He traveled down here last night, make sure you text him he's out and about."
She finally makes her way to the grand bedroom at the end of the hall where their father slept. The double doors closing behind her as Khaleesi makes her way upstairs, she stops where Kali is and sighs. "That was a close one, girl, you timed it wrong. It's always 3, 3 in the fucking morning." Her big sister has a look of annoyance on her face, Leesi could understand why she was mad.
Her shift was usually over at 3 and that's when everyone in the house was knocked out. No sleep walkers, no wanderers, just dead silence. "Kali, please. She didn't even notice, mom doesn't look deep into shit like that." Her sisters eyebrows crease together, she couldn't understand why Khaleesi was calm all of sudden. As if she didn't care if they got caught.
"Fuck that, what clothes are you wearing?" Kali grabs her sisters wrist and pulls her toward her room, she shuts the door behind them and stands at the entrance: her hands planted on her hips. "Jesus Christ, Khaleesi, if mom took another step toward you she could've easily smelled that niggas cologne!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Their voices were soft but filled with frustration, Khaleesi wants everyone in her household to leave her alone, why was everyone always trying to control her? Kali leans forward and tugs on Kamari's jacket.
"This, did you both-"
"No." Khaleesi looks over to the side, her eyes finding a random spot to gaze at. "We just kissed." Kali steps back and smiles, she begins to laugh and points to Khaleesi: her finger shaking up and down. "I don't have time for this, I'm tired." She squeezes the straps of the backpack and heads toward the door.
"Leesi-"
"You're the one who wanted me to talk to him, why is this such a big deal?! You've had guys in the past and Q has been fine with it. Me and you both!" Khaleesi had turned around, her eyes watery: tears threatening to fly down her cheeks. Kali notices how visibly upset she is, the feeling in her chest aching. She wipes her sisters tears away with her thumbs, Khaleesi grabs her wrists, holding her hands there.
"Khaleesi, he's an enemy. That's the difference. You know how Q is."
"Kali, he's not a fucking enemy and you know that! He was y'all's friend, best friend at that! Be for real. We grew up with him and his family."
"You don't even know who he is, we don't know who Kamari is anymore! Leesi, he's dangerous like Q. He's in his own fucking lane, honestly. What if he kills you? What if he's playing you, Leesi?! He could be trying to get back at Q for all we know! I only let you talk to him because we were having fun that night, it was harmless fun. It was supposed to be harmless but you're playing a dangerous game. We just got dealt a bad hand, how was I supposed to know who he was?"
She never thought about it that way, Khaleesi's lips were slightly apart as she breathes heavily. Did he set-up this whole thing? Her eyes held Kali's gaze, she had a look of melancholy on her face. "That's why I didn't wanna make it look like that way because I know you still like him, Khaleesi. But you, you need to dead this shit with him before he fucking kills you."
Khaleesi nibbles on the tip of her left hand's fingers, her eyes squeeze shut and tears dance down her cheeks. "He would never-"
"He would, look at how quick he turned on Q." She breathes out a deep breath, her eyes closing as she buries her face in her hands.
11:30 PM
next day.
A full moon was out tonight, the sky was dotted with thousands of stars. Khaleesi and Kali walk shoulder to shoulder down the cities sidewalk, the bus stop wasn't too much further. The sound of laughter and loud chatter is heard behind them, multiple people standing in line to get in the Diamond. Kali throws a jolly rancher at Leesi and she catches it quickly. She twists open the wrapper and pops the green apple candy in her mouth.
"I hate that flavor."
"What? It's the best one."
"Nah, grape is."
They feel the ground beneath their feet begin to vibrate, Kali was the first to turn around. "Khaleesi." Leesi turns around and watches as Kamari's charger drives up beside them. The sleek black surface of the vehicle shimmers underneath the yellow street lights.
"Fuck." Khaleesi grabs her sisters hand then glances back at her.
"Can a nigga give his lady a ride?" He stops the car and hangs his arm out of the window, his front teeth biting on his bottom lip. "You look good." Khaleesi feels her legs tingle well, it started at her feet then snuck it's way up. The way they were looking at each other was as if they were communicating through eye contact. "Baby, just get in."
"Why you want my sister to go with you so bad? Come on Khaleesi, let's get the fuck out of here." Kali begins to pull her along, Kamari could see she didn't want to go: the look on her face said it all.
"Yo, what the fuck you say?" He parks the car and gets out of the vehicle, the sound of the door slamming startles Khaleesi. "Khaleesi! I know you hear me talking." He grabs her waist and Kali pulls a pocket knife out her bra.
"Kali, chill!"
"Well tell him to get his hand off you! Now."
"Mari, just go." Khaleesi grabs his hand and kisses the back of it. "I gotta leave."
"What you mean you gotta go?" His voice cracking, just a little, Khaleesi glances over at Kali.
"I'm not leaving you alone with him-"
"Listen, can you please just give me some time to talk to my girl?"
"Nigga-"
"Please." Kali crosses her arms over her chest and eyes Khaleesi for several seconds before they switch over to Kamari. She continues to walk straight ahead and up the sidewalk, giving the two their privacy. His body turns to Khaleesi now, he steps closer to her.
"I'm sorry."
"Do you even agree with what your saying?"
"I can't trust you, Mari! You switched on Q whose to say you won't do that to me?!"
"The fuck are you talking about?" Khaleesi turns away from him and crosses her arms over her chest. She reaches down to the edge of her black shorts, tugging at the sides of them. "I wouldn't hurt you in any way, I don't know who put that shit in your head but I don't wanna kill you. Me and Q's situation is nothing like ours."
"Walk away."
"No." His figure towering over hers as he gazes down at Khaleesi.
"Kamari, trust me this is not what you want."
"How the hell you know what I want?" Khaleesi tilts her head then rolls her eyes out of annoyance, why was he being so persistent? Why couldn’t he just let her go. She turns around—beginning to make her way up the sidewalk. “I fucking love you, Khaleesi.”
Her steps gradually stop, Leesi turns around on her heels and treads up to him: she tangles herself into his arms. His hands instantly wrapping around her waist. "You can't just leave me like that."
She pecks his lips, her hand resting on the back of his neck. Leesi goes in for another kiss, he beats her to it. His tongue slipping into her mouth, she moans quietly on his lips: her hands holding him back.
"Man, fucking move." His fingers wrap around her neck, she gasps as he presses her against the wall. Their lips move smoothly over one another, perfect match: perfect fit. The pressure around her neck made her squeeze his shirt harder.
"Please." She lays her head on his shoulder then pulls away swiftly.
"Come with me."
"I can't leave, Kali."
Kali runs up to the both of them and slaps her hand against Khaleesi's shoulder. "I have to go back to the club, Leesi, come on." Kamari grabs her hand and pulls her in, he eyes her big sister.
"We finna see you later." He stands in front of her, her fingers intertwining with his.
"Khaleesi, let's go. I don't have all night and Q is looking for us. I'm gonna get one of the girls to take us home so we don't have to deal with this stupid motherfucka."
"What's your problem, Kali?" Kamari scowls at her, his eyebrow arching up towards the sky.
"What?!"
"I said, what the fuck is your problem Kali?" Kamari walks closer to her, he has a tan hoodie on and a silver cuban chain laying across his neck. His voice, deep and full of irritation. "We finna dead this shit right now."
"You're gonna be Q's problem soon if you don't stay away from my sister, Kamari."
"Man, fuck your traitor ass brother!"
Kamari has nothing but anger congested in his voice, Kali throws up her middle finger carelessly as she begins to walk toward the Diamond. "Yea, fuck you too and stop telling my girl stupid shit about me, bruh."
"The shit that I tell her has some truth to it." Kali stops on the sidewalk, she stomps her way up to him and pushes her finger into his chest. "You better take of my care of my sister or I swear-"
"She with me so she alright, I got her." She stares at him for what seem like forever, his eyes held nothing but truth. Kali looks past Kamari and to Khaleesi, she nods her head and turns around walking back to the club.
Kamari grabs Khaleesi's hand, he pulls her toward him once again. "Where we going?" She leans against the hood and gently smiles, he leans down and kisses her cheek.
"My place." He opens the passenger door and watches as she gets in. Khaleesi admires the all black interior, the AC was blasting and it felt amazing on her moist skin. She didn't notice Kamari getting in the charger and putting the car in drive. Khaleesi lays back against the seat, her head turned toward the window. Her breast were glistening from little droplets of sweat, the white tank top she has on slightly wet. "You good?"
She turns her attention back to Kamari, her hand wanders over his jawline: it was defined and rough from his beard. "I'm good, Mari."
"I just wanna make sure you're comfortable."
"What's your place like?" He gently laughs and slaps his hand down on her thigh then squeezes tightly.
"I don't know how to explain it."
They arrive to a dimly lit apartment complex, he parks on the side of the street. They both get out of the car simultaneously, Kamari rushes to Khaleesi's side and pulls her in. "You was suppose to let me open the door for you."
"It's okay, I had it."
"Next time let me do it." He leads her through the side of the building, they come to a tall elevator that reaches to the ceiling. Kamari presses the top button and looks down at Khaleesi. "I like these shorts."
"Of course you do." The elevator dings and they both watch as the doors slide open. They walk on and Khaleesi falls back against Kamari. He intertwines their fingers then wraps his arms around her neck from behind. She could feel his print pressing up against her ass, it was rock hard and certainly big. "I've never been to this part of the city." He hums lowly in her ear for a quick second then looks up at the reflecting doors.
"Don't ever come over here without me."
"Okay."
"Khaleesi." She was looking down at the elevator's tile floor, her name sounded so good coming from his mouth. The doors open and he pulls her along with him, she grabs ahold of his arm and follows Kamari down a spacious hallway: it was fancy-looking. This is a really nice complex. Khaleesi thinks as they come to a door, he opens it all the way and let's her go in first.
The cold air in the room embraces her body, she looks straight ahead at the vast window on the wall. A beautiful sunset mixed with purples and pink was outside, blue lights lined the ceiling and floor. It was huge. He had a wall of records standing proudly in the corner, she turns around and watches Kamari take his jacket off. The muscles on his arms fill out the white t-shirt underneath. "You cold?"
He tosses the jacket over to her and she catches it quickly, Khaleesi puts it over head and pushes her arms through the sleeves. She pulls down her shorts and picks them up off the floor, the jacket falls right below her butt. "You still fuck with anime?" He pulls a wood from behind his ear and places it between his mouth.
"Hell yea." She walks over to the living room and sits down on the vermillion couch. Khaleesi glances over, watching as he inhales a cloud of smoke through his lips. "Why'd you call me your girl?" He walks over and sits down right next to her, he groans and lays his head back.
"Don't be surprised, I told you I wanted to start over." He sits his hand on her thigh, she admires the fully gold ring on his middle finger. It was beautiful. Khaleesi loves gold jewelry. He takes another hit of his wood then passes it to Khaleesi: she inhales several times, taking in the smoke.
"It's not too late to admit you love me." Kali Uchis' angelic voice flows in the background.
"But everything with Q..."
"I don't want you to worry about that, not tonight." Khaleesi falls onto his shoulder laying her left leg across his thighs.
"Boy, turn on this anime." He grabs the remote on the armrest and turns on the flat screen TV. He switches the station and Hunterxhunter pops up, the bright colors buzzing through Khaleesi's eyes. "My favorite is Killua."
"He cold, for real." She could feel him poking against her leg, he sits up to put the wood down in an ashtray in front of them. Khaleesi holds on to his shoulder, her body following his, Kamari's hand squeezes her thigh. She thinks the weed is getting to her, her body was buzzing all over: her head feeling light.
He sits back and she climbs on top of him, swinging her leg over his. "Kamari."
"Yes baby." He grabs her thighs pulling her close to him, he runs his hand up her body and grabs her breast in his hand: his thumb rubbing over her already hard nipple.
Khaleesi moans onto his lips, she kisses him: her hands holding his neck. "Don't hold back." He throws her down on the couch beside him, she zips down the jacket he gave her and lifts up her tank top. He bends down, now taking her nipple into his mouth: she watches as he pulls his pants down. Khaleesi helps him, pushing the material down with her fingers.
Kamari grabs her legs, placing them on his shoulders. Khaleesi's core throbs, waiting for him to enter her. She feels him thrust inside and gasps against his lips. "Oh my god, fuck." She moans, her words breathless. She wanted to put her legs down so bad, he was deep inside her.
"You better not move your fucking legs."
"Please, please, please, please."
"Keep your legs open, just like that. Mhm... give me that pussy." She felt like she was going to explode after hearing him talk to her this way. Her hands run down his arms as he strokes into her slowly, Khaleesi's eyes roll to the back of head. She presses her hands on his lower stomach, he grunts and places his forehead on hers. "You tryna push me away?" He grips her wrists in his hands and begins to speed his hips up slowly, they move smoothly like waves in the ocean.
"Oh fuck!" She feels his teeth bite on the side of her neck, his tongue swirling against the sensitive spot. "Kamari..." He pulls out, sitting on the edge of the couch: taking Khaleesi with him. She kisses his lips, her hands going down his chest and tugging at his shirt. He lifts it over his head, she takes it in her hands and tosses it. Khaleesi lifts up letting him enter her once again, he stares her in the eyes watching as she moans. "Oh baby, fuck me."
"Don't say that now." His hands placed on her ass, guiding her up and down his dick. He presses a kiss against her lips, she smiles then gasps when he begins to slam her down harder on him. The sound of her wet core echoing around the room, she moans grabbing his arm. She lets him take control of her body, his hands gripping her hips for dear life. "It's okay, baby, I got you. You better take all this dick, you hear me?"
"Kamari, oh god." She exhales against his cheek, grabbing ahold of his exposed arm. She wasn't suppose to be with him and not suppose to be enjoying the feeling of him inside her but, Khaleesi loves every second.
"I could stay inside this pussy for hours." He moans, his eyebrows creasing. His words were pushing her over the edge, he knew exactly what he was doing. She grabs ahold of his face, her fingers gripping his neck as he leaves soft kisses against her skin: Khaleesi falls apart in his arms. Her thighs weak from pleasure as her back arches, his tongue flickers against her nipple before taking it into his mouth once again.
Leesi couldn't take anymore as she feels a knot of pleasure release in her stomach, Kamari watches lustfully as she cums on him. She cries, rolling her hips against his. "Damn, you fuck the shit out me, baby." He talks lowly, pressing his lips against hers.
"Love between two human beings..." Kali's voice continues to harmonize enchantingly through the speaker. Smoke had settled in the air around them, floating like clouds in the sky. The room filled with sounds of voices on the TV and the lovers lips locking together. They soon moved to the bedroom at first, attempting to go to sleep.
He held her all night, his fingers pulling on the ends of her hair gently as they finished the rest of Hunterxhunter. "Shit, what time is it Mari?"
"I told you I want you to spend a night." He vocalizes as she scoots her way off the bed. "Baby." He whines, watching as she pulls her shorts up her behind.
"I can't, I have a ball today. Makeup and hair comes later in the morning, I gotta be there."
"And baby I will get you back in time, just chill right now."
"Mari, this is not a fucking game." He sits up, putting down the wood that was in his hand.
"The fuck you getting tight for?"
"Because this shit is real and you're treating it like it's not. Q is back in the city and if I'm not home tomorrow my ass is done." She begins to walk toward the door, pulling her hair up in a pink claw clip in the process. She hears Kamari getting off the bed and rolls her eyes.
"Where the fuck you going?" He grabs her wrist and jerks her towards him. She clashes into his chest, Khaleesi glares up at Kamari then forces him off her. She shoves his body away from her and grips the purses strap.
"Get off of me." He arches his eyebrow and takes a step back from her. "Kamari, I'm leaving."
"You wanna leave, leave then. Let me take you home."
"No, I'll catch the bus." She continues to walk towards the door, her hand pushing it open.
"Khaleesi, you can't be walking out here alone." Leesi looks back at him and treads heavily down the corridor. "Bruh, get yo stubborn ass back here." He runs in his room throwing on a shirt and a pair of basketball shorts over his boxers. The sound of the front door opening annoys him, Kamari races down the hall to catch up with Khaleesi.
