Page 33 of Juice

It had been four days since I laid eyes on my girl and my ass was on some Keith Sweat begging type of shit. You can pretty much say that I had spent some serious money on Nariah over the past few days, not only had I dropped a few racks in Brickell shit—when I made it back to the A, I also hit our personal shopper up and had her pulling all kinds of shit for Nari.

While my family had been gone my ass had been held up in the house looking stupid. I only left today so that I could run by the label headquarters to sign off on some documents. I calculated the time and made sure I would be back before they pulled up.

My ass even hired this lil decorator to come over and do some shit at the crib. I had rose petals and shit trailing from the front door to the formal dining room where we would have dinner at. That lady and her team had big silver balloons hanging up that spelled outI love you.All of her gifts were strategically spread out in the living room. I wanted that to be the first thing she saw when she walked in.

To beat her to the punch I had reached out to Nari’s mom, Ms. Sariah. I knew she had gone with them to LaGrange, so I hit her up saying I wanted her to keep Juju ‘cause I was tryna surprise Nari with something. After she confirmed that she would keep him I set all of this shit in motion.

Me and Nariah had made a vow early on to keep our family out of our business, so I wasn’t worried ‘bout her telling her mama what happened in Miami. When the driver pulled up to crib my ass smiled. I had beat Nariah back home like I predicted. The only thing I had left to do was beg for her forgiveness. I had already hit up Tito n’em and told ‘em not to fuck with me for the rest of the day.

I ain’t have no plans on leaving the crib for the next forty-eight hours. I was ‘bout to stuff my face all between Nariah’s ass. Hell, I was willing to do whatever it took to get out the doghouse.

“Aight Joe. I’mma fuck with you.” I said to my driver before getting out. Jogging up the steps I fished my keys from my pocket and used them to unlock the door.

“What the fuck?” I yelled and clutched my damn head. I don’t know what the fuck happened but as soon as I pushed opened the door somebody fucking hit me with something.

You know the type of hit that yo mama delivered when she was whooping yo ass. Yeah, that’s what the fuck I was feeling right now. I blinked my eyes repeatedly trying to see what the hell was going on and before I could formulate another sentence my ass was hit again.

“Bitch! I told you ‘bout fucking playing with me. You must think I’m a got damn fool.” Nariah drew back and hit me again with the belt. “Gone leave me in a muthafucking hotel while you out fucking around.”

“Nariah!” I shouted and tried to dodge the next lick, but she caught me across the back. “Fuck!” I groaned. That first thrash went right across my face and it ain’t look like she was ‘bout tostop swinging so I did what I used to do back in the day, covered my face with my hands and tried to plead my case.

“Bae I was in the studio!”

“Studio my ass! You a lying ass bitch.” She scoffed and hit me again. “I told you I’m not the bitch to fuck over. I gave yo ass a second chance after the first time.” The next thrash landed against my thighs. If I ain’t get that belt away from her ass I was going to have welts all over my body.

“On God bruh don’t hit me no fucking more!” I roared and reached for the belt. Nariah struck my ass across the back again making me fold over. “I’m on yo ass now.” I groaned. As soon as I was upright, I charged at her. She was swinging the belt wildly in the air and before it could connect, I had wrapped my hand around it.

Tugging on the belt I pulled her into me and spun her around. Nariah fought against me, but I maneuvered and now had both of her hands behind her back. I was able to snatch the belt from her and toss it on the ground. Bringing my face down to the side of hers I gritted in her ear, “you got that one but Nariah when I let you go, yo ass better not hit me a-fucking-gain. If you do I’mma dot yo muthafucking eye!”

“Let me the fuck go!” She yelled and tried to wiggle herself free.

But I gripped her arms tighter and forced her to walk up the stairs. “I told yo ass I was at the fucking studio. Had you answered the phone when I called yo ass would’ve known that.”

“Fuck you, Julius.” She sniffled.

Fuck. Now she crying.Letting go of her hand I spun her around and backed her into the wall on the stairs. Hovering over her I peered down into her face and asked, “why you crying Nari?”

Nariah looked everywhere but at me, “cause you full of shit and I’m tired of doing this with you.”

“Tired of doing what with who?” I queried and got eye level with her. “You tired of doing what? ‘Cause if it’s what I think it is you ain’t.” I shook my head.

“Yes I am.”

“Nawl. You really not.” I reiterated. “You done came up with this whole scenario and now yo ass think I’m out here fucking off. Ain’t nobody dogging you out Nariah. We was at Criteria. You already know the service be shitty in there so I’on even see why you fucking tripping.”

Okay. So, I was lying but shit. What else could I do? I wasn’t ‘bout to willingly let Nariah walk out on me. Fuck nawl. My bitch was bad, and I say that with all respect. Nariah ain’tneedmy ass. She had her own shit going and was really a boss out here. Nariah used being a girlfriend to a successful rapper to her advantage.

Shit any time she got booked muthafuckas was dropping anywhere between twenty and sixty racks for a club appearance. Not to mention the money she made from social media as an influencer. Nariah’s net worth was well over four million at this point. So, when I say my girl ain’tneedme I meant just that.

On top of her being every nigga dream girl. Nariah went to school, popped out when necessary, was a damn good mother, and kept shit up around the crib. With me knowing that ain’t no way I was ‘bout to just let my girl leave me. For another nigga to slide in and try to take my place. Yeah, you gotta be smoking that hard shit to think I wasn’t ‘bout to lie my way out of this.

“You so full of shit Julius.” She mewled. “Can you let me go? I need to get my stuff so I can leave.”

“Where you going Nari?”

“Why? Ain’t like you fucking care.” She hissed.

“On God dog wasn’t nobody out fucking off. I was at the studio. I got the song I recorded on my fucking laptop. Plus, them cookies that I brought for your black ass been sitting onthe table since I got back. They ‘bout stale now but shit I thought about you.”

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