Rich or Famous...Rich Because You Can Buy Fame (12 page)

“Baby, that’s enough,” I pleaded barely audible.

“You’re right. I don’t want to split any of your skin.” And just that quickly Sway dropped the belt and took off his clothes. He got in the bed and the next thing I knew we were both sleeping.

When I woke up my ass was burning and my mind started replaying the events of last night. “That nigga whipped me,” I said out loud realizing that what happened wasn’t some sort of bad nightmare but my reality. I looked around the bedroom but I didn’t see Sway. I eyed the clock and couldn’t believe it was the middle of the afternoon. I had basically
slept the day away. Before I could try to get up I heard the bedroom door open.

“Mr. Stone has instructed me to run you a bath,” some woman said walking past me.

“Who are you?”

“I’ll be helping you get prepared for the event you’ll be attending with Mr. Stone.”

A few minutes after the woman went in the bathroom Sway came in. “Drink this protein shake and take this pill,” he directed as if he hadn’t just beat me with a belt last night. “We have a lot to do tonight so I need you to get your energy up.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you tonight.”

“Yes you are, now take this.”

“Sway my ass is still hurting from what you did to me.”

“This pill, the drink and bath, all of that will make you feel better.”

“Give it to me.” I gulped down the pill with the protein shake which was actually very tasty. “So where are we going tonight?”

“I’m headlining a charity event.”

“Are you performing?”

“No, they didn’t have enough money for me to perform too. Some other artist are performing, I’m only hosting. Let me see your face, I want to make sure I didn’t leave a bruise from the slap yesterday.” He held my chin up looking to see what damage if any he caused. “There’s a slight mark but nothing
some makeup can’t cover up.”

“You shouldn’t have hit me in the first fuckin’ place.”

“I can’t wait to fuck you later on. I know you can’t get on your back right now because you’re sore. But you’ll be good by tonight,” he told me, totally ignoring what I had just said.

“I don’t know why I keep fuckin’ with you.”

“Yes you do, because you love being with a Superstar and you hope some of it will rub off on you. You got your little King Magazine cover but you know nothing is going to bring you the type of attention you crave like being with me.”

“I don’t even like you. You make me sick!”

“No you make yourself sick. I’m ‘bout to start shooting my video for the lead single off my new CD. I want you for the lead.”

“Why? I thought you had no interest in giving me shine.”

“You did Phenomenon’s video and now you’re on the cover of King with that bullshit headline. So people won’t start giving him credit for blowing you up, I want you in my video. I need everybody to know you’re my project.”

“Now I’m your project how convenient.”

“You need to be thanking me. After being in my world I know it had to be depressing to go back to yours. But now we have a better understanding. I’ll let you shine just make sure you follow my rules.

“Mr. Stone, her bath is ready.”

“You heard the lady, go ‘head. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Since you’re talking about rules I have one of my own.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t want Tracy or Lori in my presence. If you want to still fuck them go ‘head but not around me and that’s nonnegotiable.”

“Not a problem but don’t develop a habit of making rules because most of them won’t apply to me but remember, all of my rules apply to you.” I watched as Sway left the room before I got up.

When I stepped in the whirlpool I looked around the Italian marble bathroom with mother of pearl inlays and the rainforest Swiss steam shower. It was a stark contrast to the bathroom I had in my New York City apartment. Yeah, Sway was right there was no comparison to what it was like being in his world. His fame provided him with a lifestyle that only a handful of people ever got to experience and I was one of them. If only I could come up with a way to be able to get it for myself. I really started to believe that Lorenzo would make that possible for me but he didn’t even show up to my party. It was like I started off as some sort of game for him and somewhere down the line he got bored and decided to toss me to the side. Sway seemed to be my only hope but the price was so high when it came to
dealing with him. I would make it work though and having plenty of drugs to keep me medicated would make it that much easier. In the serenity of the hot water, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift away.

Lorenzo

Blame Game

“How was the party?” I asked, after placing my order with the waitress. I had been ripping and running so hard in the last forty-eight hours that I wasn’t even eating. So when Phenomenon called to meet for lunch, I welcomed the break and an opportunity to eat a good meal.

“It was cool. It was a nice turnout. I met me a cutie and got plenty of shine. I guess that’s what it’s all about. Oh, and I think you broke homegirl’s heart. Even though she tried to play if off I could tell Dior was disappointed you didn’t come through.”

“Why you say that?”

“’Cause she asked me where you were and when I told her you wasn’t gonna’ be able to make it, her face damn near cracked. I had no idea you was kickin’ it wit’ her.”

“We’re not. I’m just helping her out with some things.”

“That’s cool, I think she back wit’ Sway anyway.”

“Back with Sway, when did that happen?”

“He came to her party. I didn’t see them together but they’re in today’s paper. She went with him to some charity event last night.”

“Yo, she’s crazy.”

“That’s what being in this industry will do to you, make you crazy. I’m finding myself already giving into it. What they say, fame is more addictive than heroin.” As Phenomenon rambled on about the pitfalls of being in the entertainment industry my mind wandered to Dior. She had called me a couple times the night of the party but I couldn’t answer my phone. Dealing with Alexus kidnapping and other bullshit, there was no way I could break free and deal with a bunch of phony mutherfuckers at a party. But I should’ve never told Dior I was coming and have her find out I wasn’t from Phenomenon. Now she was back with Sway. I decided to call her since I was in the city.

“I’ll be right back.” I got up from the table and stepped outside to call Dior.

“Hey Lorenzo, it was great seeing you at my party the other night. Oh, that’s right you didn’t show up.” The fact that Dior greeted me with so much sarcasm let me know Phenomenon was right.

It really did bother her that I didn’t come to her

party.

“I apologize, Dior, but…”

“Save it! I’ve never had one man give me so many excuses in all my life. If you don’t want to be bothered with me then just say that and stop playing these games.”

“Can I see you?”

“You want me to tell you yes so you can have me standing around looking stupid—forget it.”

“I’m in the city right now and I want to see you.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, can I?”

“Yes. I’m at home. I’ll be here for the next couple of hours. You can come by.”

“Okay, text me your address. I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Are you really coming, Lorenzo?”

“Yes, I promise I’ll be there.”

“Ok.”

When I got back to the table the waitress was bringing our food. “Everything cool?” Phenomenon questioned when I sat down.

“Yeah, I just have to see somebody before I leave the city.”

“I got you. I know you a busy man but don’t forget my album release party is in a few weeks.”

“That’s right. It’s finally dropping. Where you
having it at?”

“In this penthouse suite at a hotel in Midtown. It’s gon’ be private and intimate but still off the chain.”

“That’s cool. I’ll be there.” I had some more small talk with Phenomenon and finished up my food before heading out. I had a slew of shit to handle and really didn’t have time to see Dior. But something told me if I didn’t go see her today then our chances of ever getting together were done.

When I got to her apartment building the doorman let me in. I then waited for the concierge to call and let her know I was here. During my ride up on the elevator I thought about what I was trying to accomplish by coming over here. I didn’t know if I wanted to fit Dior into my life on a part-time or full-time basis. That’s why I hated making spontaneous moves but under the circumstances I didn’t have a choice, because there was one thing I was sure of—I wanted her. When I reached her door I knocked. I could hear music playing and then she opened the door. I wasn’t greeted with the makeup and over
the-top glamour I was used to seeing from her but in her tank top, boy shorts and disheveled hair she looked more beautiful to me than she ever had before. I didn’t even let her speak. I stepped forward and began kissing her. It lasted for what seemed like forever and I just stopped suddenly. I looked down at her because without the super high heels she was
rather petite. Her eyes, the way she stared at me was turning me on something crazy so I started kissing her again. This time she stopped but only to shut the door.

We went back to kissing and I peeled off her tank top and shorts. I lifted her up and carried her into her bedroom. After I laid her down, I carefully studied her body and she was so fuckin’ sexy it just made me want to taste her so I did. My tongue got completely lost in her juices. Her nails pressed deeply into my back as my tongue continued to gently massage her clit. She wrapped her legs around me and began rubbing her breasts and playing with her own nipples as her pussy fucked my mouth. She was a woman that was created to strictly pleasure men and that had to be a gift and a curse.

When I finally put my dick inside of her, I started off slow and gentle but soon each thrust became more meaningful. Dior’s cries of pleasure and pain had me lost inside of her. The warmth and wetness of her pussy had my dick hypnotized. Our mouths reconnected and her kisses were so passionate it made me press so deep that I thought my dick was going to reach her throat. I couldn’t get enough of her. It seemed like we had been making love forever. I wanted to pull out but I couldn’t stop. Before I knew it I was emptying myself inside of her. So not only did I not wear a condom which was supposed to be an essential, I was cumming inside
her.

“Lorenzo, I love you.”

“I love you too.” Right after the words left my mouth I couldn’t believe I said it. Besides my mother I never told a woman I loved them before and there was no way I could love Dior or did I. I lifted my body off of her and laid on my back, closing my eyes wondering how we got to this moment of exchanging words like I love you.

“I’m not on the pill, what if I got pregnant. Would you want to have a baby with me?”

“No.”

“That’s cold.” I opened my eyes and looked at her.

“You don’t want a baby, Dior.”

“Don’t put this off on me. I asked you a question and you answered it.” She turned away from me with a hurt expression on her face. I kissed her neck and kept kissing until I worked my way down to her breasts. Her nipples were hard again and so was my dick so I found myself going right back inside of her. Her pussy was still warm and wet. Just like before I had no self control and couldn’t pull out. I came inside of her again and this time I just laid there.

“If I get pregnant, I’ma have it.” I couldn’t believe this woman that had nothing maternal about her was talking about having my baby like we’d been together forever. But then I couldn’t believe I kept cumming inside of her like I wanted to make a
baby with her.

“No you’re not.”

“I told you I’m not on the pill. Why did you cum inside me again if you don’t want to get me pregnant?”

“I don’t know I’m confused by that shit too. But it’s not you. I don’t want to have a baby period.”

“Never?”

“Never!”