Hate the Player and the Game

chapter 50

                  

Chapter 50

Diamond

            I checked myself out in the mirror one more time. I looked like a bomb bitch in my soft pink designer dress that exposed my cleavage and had a silver, rhinestone, square between my breast. I had a key whole around my belly button and you could tell my stomach was flat. My ass looked like it wanted to pop out of my dress, and my legs didn't quite in my silver pointed toe stilettos. I got iced up in jewelry and pinned my hair up into an up-do. I grabbed my purse and my cellular phone and went down stairs to wait for Columbus to pick me up. He finally showed up and was looking sexy in his  black ensemble. The soldiers eye balled him as if he were bad news, but I wanted to give him a chance. I walked to the passenger side of his Aston Martin and hopped in. He hopped in the drivers seat soon after. Music from Jagged Edge had already been blaring from the speakers and it was awakening the white neighborhood. I reached to turn down the song then sat back in the seat. The car was fresh with a leather interior and a high tech sound system. As we rode out of my huge circular drive way, Columbus looked over at me and smiled. "What"? I asked him. He placed his big hand on my thigh.

"Nothin' much". He said. "I just can't believe I have you in my car".

"You make it seem like I'm a celebrity or something". I said blushing.

"You are in my eyes. Everyone knows who you are. The girl that took over the legendary Royale's business. That's big stuff. That nigga has been silent on the streets of Miami for years, until you came and shut it down. You showed Florida what it is. You truly have the game on lock". He said.

"Yeah, well not for long". I said.

"And why is that"? Columbus asked.

"I'ma go on a little break". I said.

"Break? For what"?

"Reasons". I said turning the music back up trying to avoid a quiz. We rode with only music talking until we reached a jazz club. Columbus got out of the car and ran over to open the door for me. We walked into the small club and got us a table. There was a singer that was on the stage with a harp player, a drummer, a dude on the saxophone, and a bass player. She had long braids pinned up in a bun and she sang softly to the slow beat the mini band was making. I sat and watched the stage as if were some type of concert. Columbus was getting bored with me not talking so he put his fingers under my chin and turned my face to his.

"Are you bored here"? He asked.

"No its fine". I lied.

"We can go somewhere else if you not feelin' this". He said.

"I am feelin' this, I just got allot on my mind that's all". I said watching the lady sing the jazz beautifully.

"About the business"? Columbus asked.

"Kind of". Columbus let go of my chin, leaned in, and kissed my lips. He kissed me hard and slithered his tongue in and out of my mouth way too fast he caught me off gaurd. We were way in the back and I thanked god no one was looking. I pushed him away and starred at him in anger. "What are you doing"? I asked angrily. He had chosen the wrong time and place to get my pussy wet and now I was pissed because my panties were wet for no reason. "Why would you do that"?

"Because I couldn't help myself". He said feeling up on my thighs.

"Look, if you want me to fuck you then I will, but not here and not now". I said through clenched teeth.

"Then let's go". He said. I soon realized that all Columbus wanted to do was fuck me. He had taken me out on this date for no reason. I was angry, but I was used to it. For the past months that I have been in Miami, I was used to giving niggas chances, fucking them, then never seeing them again. They were just helpless one night stands. I grabbed Columbus's hand and he led me out of the building and back to his Aston Martin. We drove back to my place and when we got up to my room, he didn't waste no time with me. He got me out of my dress, tore my bra and panties off, and pushed me with all of his strength onto my bed. I felt like a lost little girl with this man on top of me. I just layed on my bed and before I could blink my eyes, Columbus's naked ass jumped on top of me. He sucked on my skin until it went red and squeezed my breast like something was going to come out of them. His long, thick dick brushed the walls of my pussy fiercely. I let him do his business on me and stayed silent the whole time. I didn't utter not one sound. A single tear dripped down the side of my face and went into my ear. I rocked as Columbus was in between my legs pounding my shit and asking me if I liked it. I didn't respond. I felt like the girl Ceeley in The Color Purple when Mr. was raping her. We continued to rock until Columbus busted his nut into his condom and rolled off of me. I hurried to wipe my tears away before he would notice. He then got up, got dressed, and left my house without a saying goodbye.

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            Columbus just couldn't get enough of me. He kept coming back to me only for sex. He loved to see my pussy with his dick all in it.  I had let him into my life officially as a cuddy buddy. His dick was good when I was in the mood for it. I fired all of my soldiers including Gin like I said I would after I sold the mansion and the cars I had in Olympia Heights. I got an apartment and furnished it. I kept my Masarati and some of my weapons. I continued to sell my product myself and every once in a while, I would call up some of my old soldiers to make delivery's for me and if there was a fuck up with my money, I would tell my soldiers to make hit and runs. I loved coming up with ways to body someone. It was a way to release my anger. Everyone needed to know not to fuck with me or my money because I didn't play that shit.

             When another year had passed with me hustling in Miami, my beef with Mondese continued to get worse. I tried to kill him so many times when I got fed up, but something with my plan would go wrong. I was now on my own with no soldiers or Gin. I had to become a tougher bitch than I already was when it came to my small war with Mondese. He hated the fact of losing his game to a female and he wanted me dead so bad. Since my name was way higher than his, he wanted me out of the picture once and for all. He was just a jealous son of a bitch. He'd rather fuck me a hundred times then lose his clients to me. He claimed that it made him look like a bitch. I hated Mondese with a passion. I had been hustling in Miami for two years and the nigga still wouldn't stop hating or accept the fact that I was a better businessman than he was, better yet business woman. That was just me and I did what ever it took to get my money. I even recommended for some of his clients to go back to him, but they all loved me and my deals and wanted to stay on my team. What could I say? Everyone loved me. Mondese wasn't the first hater and I knew that he wasn't going to be the last.

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