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That was a clear indication to me that the tables might've turned, and he might have me open. As I smiled at the thought, I heard my cell phone ringing, which made my smile even brighter. I knew it had to be Supreme because after my last conversation with Inga, I had that phone cut off and got a new number. The only person that had it so far was Supreme. "Hi, baby," I said with that bubbly feeling in my stomach I heard you get when you catching feelings for somebody.

"Hi, baby to you, Precious, you been on my mind every second since I got up this morning. I need to see you."

"Tell me when `cause I need to see you too."

"How `bout I come get you after I finish up at the studio and we catch a bite to eat."

"What time do you think that'll be?"

"Eight or nine, is that cool?

"Definitely, I can't wait to see you." As much as I was looking forward to spending time with Supreme, I wanted him to put it down on me so freakin' bad. All this datin' and waitin' was about to make me go postal. I decided I would once again make the suggestion to him that we needed to cut all the foreplay, which in this case was all this dating and talking, and go straight to the dessert.

As it started getting closer to eight, I looked through my closet, wanting to pick out the right outfit. I didn't want it to scream "Please fuck me tonight," but the underlying meaning definitely had to be in effect.

"Precious are you home?" I heard Rhonda screaming while in the middle of trying on my eighth outfit.

"Yes," I answered walking towards the living room to get her opinion about my attire. I knew Supreme had me feeling some kinda way when I took to asking Rhonda for fashion advice. "How does this look on me?" I said, lacing up my corset top.

"Pretty damn good."

I looked up to see what the hell was going on with Rhonda's voice since the sound I heard was five octaves too low.

"Oh I'm sorry, Precious. This is Robert. I was seeing if you were home to let you know I had company. But he's right. The outfit is definitely hot," Rhonda said as she playfully punched her friend on the arm for lusting after me in her face.

"Thanks, I guess I'll wear this."

"You must have a date with Supreme by the looks of you."

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."

"Well, have fun tonight, because I know I am." With that Rhonda grabbed Robert's hand and headed to her bedroom. This was the third guy Rhonda had over here in less than a week. She was going overboard. Not one to knock any woman for getting her shit off, but she was playing a dangerous game.

As far as her boyfriend Amir went, he assumed they were still a couple. But Rhonda seemed to have other ideas. I guess all those years of niggas not paying her no mind had caused her to lose her mind. She seemed to be on a mission to fuck every dude she ever had a crush on, which obviously was a lot. Never mind her though; she was getting enough dick for the both of us. It was time for me to get my own.

Admiring the view of the city from the deck of the Charter House restaurant, I said, "Supreme, I'm glad you took me here, this is crazy romantic."

"I knew you'd like it. I want to always keep things fresh and sexy with you."

"Yeah, that's what's up."

The nighttime breeze was making a tantalizing evening even more erotic. The gaze coming from Supreme's eyes made me hopeful that he had the same desire to get our fuck on tonight as me. "Precious, you are so beautiful. Who do you resemble, your mother or your father?" he asked, fucking up my whole sex fantasy that was just playing in my mind.

"I would have to say my mother," I quickly answered.

"I can't wait to meet her. The woman that gave birth to a daughter so gorgeous has to be special." Supreme wanting to meet my mother blew me away. No man had ever shown any sort of interest in wanting to meet a parent of mine. It was a damn shame that when one finally did, my mother was dead and gone.

"Unfortunately, Supreme, that'll neva happen."

"Why? are the two of you not on good terms?"

"We ain't on no terms. My mother is dead."

"What? Damn, baby, I'm sorry. How long has she been dead?"

"About six months."

"Wow, that's so recent." Supreme sat there for a minute shaking his head. "How did she die?"

I can't believe this nigga was making me relieve this shit all over again, I said to myself.

"My mother was murdered, Supreme, and before you come asking me `bout my daddy, `cause I know that's next, I don't know who he is," I shrieked. "I ain't neva met my daddy. My mother was a whore; she probably didn't know who my daddy was."

"Precious, I didn't mean to get you all upset. I shouldn't have came at you with all those questions."

"It's not your fault Supreme. How were you supposed to know that I came from nothing?"

"Precious, don't ever say that about yourself. You did come from something. You don't realize how special you are. But if you let me, I'll show you."

"I'd like that." For the next couple of hours Supreme and I just talked. True to form when he took me home, he gave me a kiss goodnight and kept it moving.

"How was your date with Supreme?" Rhonda asked, still up watching television.

"It was great, up to the point he dropped me off with a kiss and goodbye. Leaving me to once again go to bed finger fucking myself."

"You still haven't fucked him?"

"Hell no."

"Damn, Precious, I don't know how you're able to be around a guy as fine as Supreme and not get none."

"Who you telling? All this let's get to know each other first is so `Leave it to Cleaver.' It also doesn't help that I have to hear you climbing walls in the middle of the night."

"Don't get mad `cause I'm getting some and you not."

"Where is your latest fuck toy anyway?"

"In the bed knocked out. Girl, I wore his ass out. We been fucking up a storm ever since you left."

Right before Rhonda was about to go into detail about her fuck fest, there was a knock at the door. "Who could that be this late?"

"Girl, that's probably Supreme. On his way home he had to turn around because he said fuck that. I need to get inside of Precious."

"You so crazy, you better go get the door before he changes his mind."

"You don't have to tell me twice, I said opening the door. Hi baby," Instead of Supreme, I was surprised to see Amir. "Amir, hi, I was expecting somebody else." I turned and looked over at Rhonda, knowing it was about to be some drama.

"That's alright. Is Rhonda here?" Amir asked, brushing past me before I could answer his question.

"Amir what you doing here?"

"I've been calling you all fucking night, but you turned your cell off and you haven't been answering your home phone. Where the fuck you been?"

"My battery on my cell died, and I just got back from going out to eat with Precious."

"Then why is Precious fully dressed and you got on your bathrobe?" Amity appeared to be on the corny side but that nigga didn't miss a beat I thought to myself as he immediately questioned Rhonda's story. Before she could come back with a lame ass excuse, Robert, wearing just his boxer shorts came walking out her bedroom, rubbing his eyes.

"Damn, Rhonda you fucked me so good, you almost put a nigga out for the night," Robert said before looking up and seeing Amir standing with the look of terror on his face. I put my head down, praying that Amir would be the bigger person and walk out the door. We all remained silent, waiting for Amir's reaction. No one in the room wanted to move first. Without warning, Amir balled up his fist and punched Rhonda in her face like she was a straight-up dude.

"Amir, stop!" she screamed between whacks.

"Robert, do something!" I shouted, but that punk-ass nigga stood there like a straight bitch. "Nigga, you not gonna help her?"

"This ain't none of my business. This between her and her man."

"You a straight bitch!" I yelled while he ran in the bedroom putting on his clothes so he could bolt before Amir could whip his ass. I kept screaming for Amir to get off Rhonda, but he was in a zone. He had Rhonda in a headlock, giving one punch after another.

I had no choice but to run up on him and jump on his back. "Leave her the fuck alone, you gon kill her." But Amir was paying me no mind. He was full of rage, and I was no match for his strength.

"Bitch, get the fuck off me." One minute I had my arm around his neck, holding on to his back, the next thing I was flying across the room, knocking over the dining room chair. The fall was so hard that as I was getting up, I stumbled back down. Rhonda's cry for help were getting weaker and weaker as Amir's beating was getting tougher and tougher. I ran into my bedroom desperate to help Rhonda. I knew with the ass whipping she was enduring she was about to be on death's door.

"Nigga, don't make me use this," I said, cocking my 9mm. "Fuckin' let her go or I guarantee I will blow you away." Amir had the nerves to try and call my bluff by punching Rhonda again. I pulled that trigger so fast and put a bullet in a glass vase that was no more than three feet away from him. "Next bullet is hitting you right between the eyes."

Amir released Rhonda so quickly she almost bumped her head on the coffee table. "If I ever catch you over here or any place in the vicinity I'm shooting first and asking questions later. Now get the fuck out!"

I kept my gun aimed ready for fire as I showed Amir the door. I made sure all the locks were in place, then ran over to Rhonda to make sure she was OK. "Thank you, Precious," Rhonda managed to say with a busted lip and two black eyes.

"Girl, that nigga did a number on you. Do you wanna call the police on him?"

"Nah, I don't feel like explaining what happened. Plus, I would hate for Amir punk ass to tell them about the gun you pulled out on him. Especially since I doubt it's registered."

"Good point. But speaking of punks, can you believe that nigga Robert? He ran outta here, not even giving a fuck that Amir was going upside your head. That's a simple assnigga right there."

"You got that right. But damn, Precious, how you learn to handle a gun like that?"

"I tried to tell you, Rhonda, I'm a street bitch. Where I'm from, we keep it poppin'. If this shit would've went down in my hood, instead of us sitting here putting this ice on your face, we would be trying to decide where we were going to dump the body."

"Damn, I guess I'm pretty lucky to have you as a friend. I've never met a girl that looks this great in a dress and can handle a gun like a professional hit woman."

"What can I say? I'm pretty skilled."

I sat up with Rhonda until she fell asleep on the couch. Amir had fucked her face up, but I wasn't surprised. I didn't take him for the Ike Turner type, but you never know how a man is going to react when he catch his bitch out there fucking around.

Amir's pride was hurt, but that didn't give him the right to beat Rhonda down like a dog. I would have let him slide with one bitch slap to get his woman in line, but he took it over the top. I was just relieved that I didn't have to commit my third murder, which could've easily turned into four. If I killedAmir, then more than likely I would've had to kill Rhonda. I couldn't take the chance of her slipping and confiding to someone what I did, and then I go to jail because I tried to protect her ass. Thank goodness I didn't have to think about that because I liked Rhonda, she was cool with me.

It took damn near six weeks for Rhonda's face to get back to normal. Amir crazy ass had the audacity to call Rhonda apologizing and begging for them to try again. And Rhonda had the nerves to actually consider it, until I told her I would kick her ass if I ever saw his face up in this place. I could never understand, how women could stay with a man, knowing that at any moment you got out of line he would kick yo' ass. I guess that's what they call blinded by love, I called it stupidity.

"So, Rhonda, are you coming with me to Supreme's show tonight?"

"No, I have the worse cramps ever. You have to count me out."

"I guess I'm rolling solo."

"That's probably for the best. Maybe you'll finally get some."

"Okay. Can you believe I've been seeing this dude for two months and we still haven't fucked? But you know what's really bothering me, Rhonda?"

"What?"

"I know he's fucking somebody."

"Why you say that?"

"Sweetheart, ain't no nigga beating his beef for no two months. Nigga's need pussy like humans need food and water. I haven't figured out whether I should be flattered or offended that he's not fucking me."

Of course, after running my mouth off to Rhonda, I was late. I rushed to Madison Square Garden, hoping to catch Supreme's performance since he was closing the show, but, of course, by the time I arrived, it was over. I knew his manager was giving him an after-party at a suite in the W Hotel so I headed over there.

When I got to the penthouse floor, there were a crowd of people in the hallway mingling and drinking champagne creating their own party. The room door was open and when I entered I understood why so many people were in the hallway, it was like the disco inferno up in the bitch. It was wall-to-wall motherfuckers. I didn't see Supreme, so I weaved through the crowd hoping to spot him. I ended up in the back where there was a private sitting area. To my disgust, Supreme was sitting on the couch, talking up a storm with some bad J.Lo knockoff.

"Oh, so I guess you found someone to keep you company, huh, Supreme?"

"Precious, I'm glad you made it. I waited for you backstage, but you never came."

"So what, you scooped up the first piece of ass you could to replace me?"

"Excuse me?"

"Bitch, you heard what the fuck I said. Why don't you sit there like the good mutt you are and mind yo' business. This here is between me and Supreme."

"Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but-" before she could continue, Supreme tried to defuse the situation.

"I apologize. Precious is a very close friend of mine, and she is misreading what's going on between us, which, for the record, is nothing," he added, turning to look at me to make sure I understood.

"Fuck you, Supreme. I knew you were full of shit. Is that why you don't fuck me, `cause you like putting your dick in bitches like her? You stay here and entertain your little friend. I'm out."