Chyna

Trigga Side

"Alright alright alright. Show me the list of the people coming to audition." I said to my assistant. I was only accepting 10 girls today and had 20 that applied. I needed all of them to be badd as shit, some kind of talent , and motivated to be on my show. Nicole keep blowing up my phone she's mad because I didn't let her come to the audition. I don't have time for insecurity and immaturity right now. We started at 10 by 2 I've seen 15 girls and had five more to go through.I picked 9 I just needed one more .

"I hope this one can sing 'cause man, Diamond can blow," I said to my assistant, my excitement evident in my voice.

"Hopefully, she ain't ratchet. I don't know why you picked Star," my assistant replied, sounding skeptical.

I showed her Star's picture again, reminding her just how stunning she looked. "Look at her, she fine as hell," I said, emphasizing my point.

"Chyna Mitchell," my assistant called out, and a tall, brown-skinned girl with long hair and curves in all the right places walked up to the stage. She was dressed in a midriff top that showed off her belly button and shorts paired with white Nikes. Damn, she was fine, and I couldn't help but gaze at her.

"Tell me about yourself, love," I said, trying to keep my composure.

"I'm 18... I'm from Brooklyn, New York... I dance, sing, and run track," Chyna replied confidently.

"You sing? Let me hear something," I said, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. My assistant nudged my arm, clearly aware that I was flirting with Chyna.

Chyna looked at me, a hint of excitement in her eyes. "What you want to hear?"

I put on the instrumental for "4 Page Letter" by Aaliyah. "Sing this for me. It's one of my favorites," I said, unable to hide my anticipation.

Chyna took a deep breath and began to sing. As she belted out the lyrics, hitting every high note flawlessly, I was completely taken aback. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This girl had some serious talent, and she had just blown me away.

"How did I do?" Chyna asked, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"Girl, you are in! What you think, Trigga?" my assistant asked, turning to me for confirmation.

"You in, baby girl! Welcome to Trigga's Girls!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement.

After meeting all the girls, my assistants and I led them back to the house. We showed them their rooms, went over the contracts, and laid down the rules. As we walked through the house, I couldn't help but keep an eye on Chyna. She had this confidence about her, flexing in her room and effortlessly getting along with the other girls. She was fitting right in.

Just as I was enjoying the moment, my phone started ringing. I glanced down to see Nicole's name flashing on the screen. I rolled my eyes, annoyed by her constant calls, and stepped out of the room to answer it.

"Hey, baby," Nicole greeted me as I answered the phone.

"Hey, when are you coming home? I've been missing you," she said, her voice filled with longing.

"I'll be home soon, babe. I just finished getting the girls settled in, and I gotta meet with Reggie before heading home," I explained.

Reggie, my best friend since third grade, also happened to be our accountant. We had a tight bond, and I trusted him with all my financial matters.

"Okay, but hurry 'cause I wanna lay up and watch Medium tonight," Nicole said, her desire evident in her voice.

"Okay, baby. See you soon," I replied, hanging up the phone. Nicole and I had been together since middle school, and we had our first child, Veronica, when we were just 15. Two years later, our son Bryan came into the world. I loved Nicole, but lately, I had been craving something new. She couldn't cook, and it felt like she was always doing things for herself but not for me. I wanted to leave, but I didn't want her to use our kids against me.

After saying goodbye to the girls, I headed home after my meeting with Reggie. When I walked through the door, I found Nicole lying on the couch in a silk robe, wearing a hair bonnet. A blunt and some bud were sitting on the table, accompanied by a box of pizza. I rolled my eyes, tired of eating pizza every day, especially since she had sent the maid home for a week, leaving us with no cooked meals.

I kicked off my shoes and sank into the couch next to Nicole. The room was dimly lit, creating a cozy atmosphere. Determined to unwind, I took it upon myself to roll the blunt, skillfully maneuvering the paper and filling it with the perfect amount of bud. Nicole nestled against me, resting her head on my shoulder. Her hands began to explore my chest, but I gently pushed them away, a heaviness weighing on my heart.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

I let out a sigh, frustration evident in my tone. "I can't even come home to a cooked meal... No blunt rolled... no clothes laid out... just pizza and you with yet another nail color. It feels like every other day you're getting your nails done," I expressed, my disappointment seeping through.

Nicole sat up abruptly, sucking her teeth in annoyance. "We haven't fucked in three months. Damn, Trigga, don't you want to have another baby? Maybe you should give me a ring this time or something?" she yelled, her frustration matching mine.

"Why should I give you a ring when you can't even fix a man something to eat?" I retorted, my voice filled with frustration as I stood up and began walking up the stairs, needing some space to gather my thoughts.

Nicole's voice trailed after me, filled with hurt and anger. "So why did you give me two babies then? Who are you fucking? One of those girls?" she accused, her words cutting through the air.

"Nicole get out of my face I ain't fucking anybody. Not you and definitely not them girls. I'm going to bed." I said slamming my man cave door and locking it behind me.

I undressed, the soft glow of dimmed lights casting an alluring ambiance in my opulent LA mansion. My man cave, a luxurious haven resembling a mini apartment, had become my refuge, a place where I sought solace away from the confines of my bedroom with Nicole. The connection between us had waned in recent months, leaving me yearning for something more.

As I settled onto the plush couch, I reached for the remote, eager to indulge in some visual stimulation. The television flickered to life, illuminating the room with the provocative Trigga Girls Logo. Each girl tantalizingly flashed across the screen, their seductive allure captivating my attention. But it was Chyna who held me captive, her magnetic presence drawing me in like a moth to a flame. The desire to possess her, to explore the depths of her sensuality, coursed through my veins. I knew I had to get to know her intimately, to satisfy the burning hunger that consumed me.