Unbelievable

chapter 12

Chris POV

"I swear you fucked me so good last night daddy." Angelina said as she got out of the bed.

I had known Angelina for a few months now actually. I had met her at a strip club the last time I came to Louisiana. She had been looking good and when she made her ass clap, I knew at that moment that I had to start clapping them cheeks for her.

"I know. You was screaming 'aaah papi oyoyoy papi!" I mimicked her causing her to blush and laugh.

"Stooop. You the one that was beating my pussy up." She giggled.

"Yeah and you was liking that shit." I smirked. She was fine as hell. Body was A1, pussy was tight as hell, and head game was out this world. With or without clothes she was a 10.

"You know it. Anyway, I gotta go. I gotta get my money out the bank so I can go shopping. Tata." She waved before swaying out of the room.

"Damn." I mumbled. Maybe she could be the next "Chris Brown's Girlfriend". Nah. I can't be dating no strippers. Gotta keep my image clean.

My phone rang. It was Raymond. I rolled my eyes before answering.

"Wassup?" I answered.

"Hey Chris... I talked to Mariah, and she doesn't seem happy. What di you do to her?" He asked.

"What you mean? I ain't did shit to her." I spoke.

"Apparently you did cause she said she will be quitting after the tour." I was stuck off that one. I played it off.

"If she wanna leave, let her leave. I ain't did shit to her." I said.

"If this assistant doesn't work out, you're not getting another one. I can't afford to just keep going through people like hot cakes." He said. "Soon, NOBODY will wanna work with you." Raymond said.

"Fuck allat. If she don't wanna work with me, fine. Ion wanna work with her uppity ass either. She too damn boujee." I snapped.

"Look, you gon have to chill. You know damn well all she does is try and get along with you and do her job and you keep disrespecting her. Do you know how much more work you have to do without an assistant? Cause my secretary was doing the work, but she said she couldn't anymore. Thats hard work that Mariah does and she continues to try and keep you happy on top of that, but you just make it harder on her. Get your shit together!" He said before hanging up.

I was pissed. Who the fuck he think he lecturing and yelling at? I'm a grown ass man. I got a whole kid. Like come on now. Speaking of, I dialed Nia's number. She answered on the sixth ring.

"What?" She said with plenty of attitude.

"Well hello to you too pickle head ass."

"Don't call my phone talking shit Chris. What do you want?" She asked.

"What do I always want dummy?"

"To talk to RoRo. Well you can't. She's with her grand mother for the weekend. So don't call me until Monday." She said before hanging up in my face.

I swear she is such a fucking bitch. She be testing the fuck out of me. I dialed her mom's number.

"Hola." She answered.

"Hello Miss Gusman. Can I speak to Royalty?" I asked in my most sweetest and proper voice.

"Si." I swear her ass be playing like she don't speak English, but yet she understands it. I heard her have full conversations in English, but when I speak to her, she speak Spanish.

"Daddy!" Royalty cheered.

"Hey munchkin. Daddy misses you." I smiled as I spoke to my entire heart and soul. My child was my rock. She was the only reason I could keep going in this world sometimes.

"I miss you daddy! I got cwayons and a colowing book." She told me happily. "Mommy took my cwayons but abwayluh gave dem back." She said.

"Listen, daddy gonna come back sooner than you think alright?" I said.

"Yaaaay!" She cheered. That warmed my heart.

"I gotra go, but Imma talk to you later okay?"

"Otay. Bye daddy. Wuv wu."

"Wuv wu too princess." We hung up and I couldn't help but think about how much I missed my daughter.

I dialed Raymonds number.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Man ion think I can go on with the tour." I did my best sick voice.

"I know you're faking. Get off my phone."

"Nah man I'm sick. My stomach and my head are killing me." I lied.

"Bye Chris." He hung up in my face. I sighed and put my phone on the charger before taking a shower and getting dressed. I made my ways down the hall to Mariah's room. I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" She asked.

"It's Chris." I said.

I heard her mumble something and I'm sure I heard 'motherfucker' somewhere in there. I ignored it because I guess I deserved it from the way I've been acting.

She swung the door open to reveal her in sweats. I smiled down at her, but she just turned around and walked to a chair and sat down.

"Umm, I guess this mean I can come in." I went in and closed the door.

She ignored me and was typing in her phone.

"So, you and The Game had fun last night?" I asked. "I hope y'all nasties used a condom.

She slammed her phone on the bed and stood up.

"See this is the fucking problem. You always in my damn business like you're my friend or my daddy and you're not. Then you sit up and bash me and be rude to me. You need to learn how to be professional because you have been very inappropriate."

"Who is you talking to?" I walked up to her.

"I'm talking to you nigga! Get the fuck out my face!" She raged.

I laughed at how cite she was when she was mad. Wait a fucking minute. I'm really trippin. She is not cute. Not at all.

"Fat bitch." I sneered.

"Skinny piss yellow bastard!" She yelled back.

"I'm out of here." I turned and walked out.

I ain't have time for her bullshit. She ain't nobody. Fuck her.