Hold U Down (19 page)

“Girl, this is my jam!” She snapped her fingers.

“Oh! Oh!” Zoë sang along. “Girl, what if we see Kiara tonight?”

“If we do I'm gon' beat that ass!”

“Unique?” Patience tapped her sister's shoulder.

“What?”

“Ain't that NaSheed over there?” She pointed toward the other side of the street.

“Yeah.”

“You know Bigg and Legend ain't too far behind,” Zoë added.

“Yup, there he is getting out of his truck,” Chantell pointed out.

Staring at her man, Unique's heart began to race just as fast as it had the first time they met. There he stood, leaning up against his truck, smoking a blunt with one hand in his pocket and looking sexy as hell. Black Giorgio Armani shades covered his eyes, and he donned a red pinstriped LRG hat, white T-shirt, Diesel jeans, and a pair of blue Timbs with red-and-white trim rested on his feet. His five-carat earring and Jacob the Jeweler diamond watch seemed to glisten underneath the night's sky.

“I wonder if Legend is with him.” Zoë thought out loud.

“You know he is,” Unique replied.

“Yo, Z, hook me up with Chris,” Chantell chimed in.

“Girl, please. You are too young.”

“Ay, who is that all up in Bigg's face?” Patience asked.

“I don't know. Some chicken head obviously,” Unique said with her lip curled up.

“Uh-oh, it's about to be what?” Zoë sang.

“A girl fight!” Patience and Chantell sang too.

“You damn right it is if that bitch ain't gone by the time I pull this car over.”

Bogarting her way through traffic, Unique pulled over and parked. She checked her makeup and applied another coat of lip gloss before hopping out.

Seeing Legend, Zoë quickly got out of the car. He was talking to a group of niggas. It looked like Cezar, Chris, NaSheed, Yayo, and Bice. She walked up on him, mushed him in the back of his head, and asked, “Why haven't I heard from you?”

Legend smiled. “What's up, boo?”

“Nigga, don't ‘what's up, boo' me.” She pushed him in the chest while eying him up and down. Legend looked finer than ever. The man was most definitely out to prove something that night. He donned a green-and-yellow Girbaud jacket, green tee, LRG jeans, and green-and-yellow Nike Dunks.

“What? What I do?”

“I haven't heard from you in almost two weeks. I got a problem with that.”

“My bad. I was gon' get at you tonight, I swear.”

“Yeah, whatever.” She rolled her eyes.

“You look nice.” Legend eyed her up and down.

“Thank you, but I'm still mad at you.”

He wrapped his arms around her tight and kissed her neck. “You gon' let me slide up in that tonight?”

“Nope.”

“Quit lying.”

“I'm not,” she lied, trying her best not to smile.

Across the street, Unique stepped out of her car and headed toward Bigg. She just knew that he was up to his old ways. Ready to bust his ass, she overheard Bigg and the girl's conversation as she walked toward them.

“What's good? You got a woman or what?” the girl asked.

“I'm engaged, sweetheart,” Bigg replied, barely paying her attention.

“That ain't stopping nothing. We can still kick it.”

“What don't you get? I got a girl. Take yo' skinny ass on across the street and holla at one of them niggas over there.”

Smiling to herself, Unique wondered how she could've ever doubted Bigg. With no fear in her heart, she pushed the girl to the side and grabbed Bigg by the face. No words were spoken as she passionately kissed his lips.

“Excuse you!” the girl said with an attitude.

“Nah, sweetie, excuse you. This is
my
fiancé you're talkin' to.” Unique flashed her ring.

“My bad.”

“Yeah, yo' bad.”

“Whatever. It ain't even that serious.”

“Yeah, 'cause you ain't got him,” Unique said as the girl walked away.

“What yo' hot ass doing down here?” Bigg asked, taking a pull from the blunt he just lit.

“I know you didn't think I was going to stay in the house.”

“Nah, I knew you couldn't pass up the opportunity to buy a new outfit,” he teased.

“You still mad at me?”

“What you think?”

“I don't know. You tell me.”

“I ain't mad no more. You hurt a nigga with that shit though.”

“I'm sorry.”

“The next time I tell you to do something, do it. You gon' be wife, so we can't be lying to each other and shit. You gotta trust me as well as I gotta trust you. I don't be tellin' you stuff just to try and run your life. I'm only looking out for your best interests. I need you to believe in me, ma. Especially with these haters and open cases that I got coming up.”

“I know, baby. I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, that's what yo' mouth say.”

“I know, right.” Unique laughed. “So, when did you and NaSheed start back talkin'?”

“That nigga called me a couple days after we got into it and apologized.”

“Oh.”

“Have you talked to Kiara?”

“Nope. I called her a couple of times but she ain't answering the phone. She knows what's up. When I see her it's like that for her ass.”

“Look at you.” Bigg laughed.

“I'm for real.”

“I missed yo' big-head ass, though,” he said, taking another pull from the blunt.

“I missed you too,” Unique said as she parted her lips for him to give her shotgun. She inhaled the smoke through her lungs and up through her nose, then exhaled the smoke and the stress that had been in her chest since Bigg left.

Zoë looked over to her right and couldn't help but smile. Legend lay right next to her in a peaceful sleep. She didn't know whether it was lust or love that drew her to him. It didn't matter, though, because whenever he called, she came running. He had her doing things that she thought she would never do in a million years. Zoë tried to fight her feelings, but on the real, she couldn't stop them if she wanted to.

The two still only saw each other when he wanted to fuck it seemed like, but no matter what, Legend continued to take care of her. The situation bothered her, but Zoë figured that she would take him any way she could get him. Their relationship was strange; it was like they had some kind of power over each other.

After chilling downtown and catching breakfast with Unique, Bigg, Patience and the rest of the crew, Zoë and Legend had headed back to his place. That morning consisted of nothing but hot sex and heavy moaning. They wore each other out exploring each other's bodies.

Staring at the clock, she saw that it was mid-afternoon. She and Legend had slept most of the day away. Getting up out of the bed, she wrapped his sheet over her petite frame, leaving Legend stark naked with no covers over him.

“Where you going?” he asked groggily before she exited the room.

“I got to go pee.”

“Hurry back. My dick is hard.”

“You are so nasty.” She smiled in anticipation.

Zoë never peed so fast in her life. She couldn't get enough of Legend's good loving. When she reentered the room, he was in the same position in which she had left him—butt naked, with an erection the size of the Empire State Building. Legend's dick seemed to be pointing right in her direction. She even swore she heard it calling her name.

With a huge grin on her face, Zoë wasted no time getting down to business. There was no time for foreplay on her end. She was ready to get it on. Taking his dick into her hand, she hungrily placed him in her mouth. Zoë's mouth was warm and moist—just how Legend liked it. Greedily she bobbed her head up and down while massaging his chest and balls with her soft, small hands.

Legend was in absolute heaven. The sight of Zoë sucking his dick was more than he could handle. After a couple of minutes, he was right where Zoë wanted him to be, hard as a rock.

Pleased with her work, she slowly straddled him and eased his dick inside of her already wet pussy. It didn't take Zoë any time to build up a rhythm. She rode his dick like it was the last dick she would ever have.

Legend could only hold on for the ride. The visual of her perky brown breasts bouncing in the air had him going insane. Then suddenly his cell phone began to ring. Legend tried to ignore it, but it was one of his special rings. Smacking Zoë on the ass, he instructed that she slow down a bit.

“Hello?” he answered, out of breath.

“Where you at?”

“Why?”

“'Cause, I need to talk to you,” the female voice on the other line said.

“At home.”

“Well, I need to see you.”

“Can it wait? I'm a little busy right now.”

“No, it can't,” the woman shot with an attitude.

“A'ight, where?” Legend asked through a clenched jaw. Zoë was tightening her coochie muscles while riding him. She knew that he loved when she did that.

“Meet me in the food court at The Galleria. I have Cicely with me.”

“A'ight, give me an hour,” Legend said, hanging up.

“You wanna play, huh?” he asked, flipping Zoë over.

Grabbing her waist, he began to hit it from the back. Zoë was cumming in a matter of seconds. Legend was hitting her with the death stroke again.

“Mmm . . . yes . . . just like that!” she moaned, cumming all over his dick. Grinning, Legend pulled out his dick and slapped her on the ass.

“Who was that on the phone?”

“My partna. He wants me to come over and look at his truck. He said the engine won't start.”

“Oh,” Zoë said, disappointed. “I thought we were going to spend the day together.”

“We will, but it'll have to be later.” Legend could see that she was upset, so he walked over to her. Tilting her head up, he made her look at him. “What's with the sad face?”

“It's nothing. I'm cool.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“A'ight, hurry up and get dressed then, while I hop in the shower.”

Sitting there feeling used and stupid, Zoë hurried and got her clothes on. Once she was dressed, she sat and watched as Legend got dressed. As Tupac's song “No More Pain” was bumping out of his surround sound speakers, Legend was rapping along. Just watching him walk around the room with his dick swinging back and forth made her nipples harden. If it weren't for his looks and the sex, Zoë knew that she would have left him alone.

The more she thought about it, though, the more Zoë knew that wasn't true. The pit of her stomach told her that she was much more than being in like with him—she loved Legend. No matter how hard she tried play it off or deny what she was feeling, she knew that he had her hook, line, and sinker.

How he felt about her, though, was another question. She wanted desperately to ask him if he loved her, but the fear of hearing the wrong answer caused her not to ask.

“You ready?” he asked, now fully dressed.

“Yeah.” She sighed.

“What's wrong wit' you?”

“Nothing.” She was clearly upset. Not wanting to press the subject, Legend locked the door behind them and headed to the car. Ten minutes later they were in front of Zoë's apartment building.

“So, when is the next time I'm going to see you?”

“After I get done helping dude wit' his tire, I'm gon' call you.”

“I thought you said it was his engine,” Zoë said, catching him in a lie.

“You know what I mean.” Legend laughed, playing it off.

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” Zoë said, shaking her head as she got out.

“Yo, what's your problem?”

“Nothing. G'on and do what you got to do. I'll holla at you whenever.”

Getting frustrated with Zoë's attitude, Legend got out as well and met her in front of the car.

“I don't want to leave you like this.”

“Why not? You do any other time,” she said as tears began to sting her eyes.

“Yo, I know you ain't crying. What the fuck are you crying for?”

“It's nothing,” she lied, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“I'm trying to understand you. What's with the attitude all of a sudden? I thought you were okay with our situation. You knew I didn't want a relationship.”

“It's nothing, Legend. I'm cool.”

“Look, after I get done fuckin' wit' dude I'm gon' holla at you, a'ight?”

“A'ight, whatever.” She shrugged her shoulders, tired of playing games with him.

“I'm for real,” he assured, looking her in the eyes while holding her face with his hands.

“I said a'ight.”

As he kissed her on the forehead, Zoë closed her eyes and let the tears that had been dying to be released fall. Watching as he pulled off, she inhaled deeply and willed herself not to cry anymore.

Zoë wasn't even in her apartment five minutes before her phone started ringing. Placing her purse down, she hurried to answer it before the caller hung up. It was Unique.

“Hello?”

“You're just now getting home?”

“Yes, Momma Unique, anything else you want to know?”

“Nah, Miss Freak-a-Leak, do yo' thang, girl,” Unique teased.

“An-y-way . . .” Zoë laughed.

“But look, I didn't call to get all up in yo' business. I called to see if you would ride to the mall with me so I can find some silver heels to go with this ivory dress I got for Bigg's surprise party.”

“Damn, I forgot about Bigg's party. I just got home, Nique. Can't we go tomorrow?”

“Come on, girl. Please? I'll even buy you those black Dior logo sandals you've been wanting.”

“Say no more. I'll be ready in thirty minutes.”

An hour later, the girls were on the highway, heading toward the mall.

“So, how's Bigg doing?”

“He's doing a lot better since he started taking his pills,” Unique replied while concentrating on the road.

“What's going on with the raid on his office?”

“His lawyers told him that the only thing he could do is sit tight. They don't have any evidence of wrongdoing, so he should be cool, but my fingers are still crossed.”

“Everything is going to be fine.”

“I hope so. Anyway, don't try and act like I didn't hear you sounding all sad earlier. What was up with that?”

“Girl, this whole Legend thing got me straight trippin'.”

“What's the deal?”

“It's like I know he likes me, but we never spend any time with each other. He only comes by when he wants some. He never calls when says he will. Like, the other day, he called me and was like, get dressed, I'm scooping you up. So of course, I got all excited. Girl, I waited for over three hours and that nigga never showed up, but still my dumb ass can't get enough of him.”

“You're not dumb. You just in love with a man, Z.”

“Shit, if this is what love feels like, then I don't want no parts of it.”

“Have you talked to him?”

“No.”

“See, that's your problem. How is he supposed to know how you feel if you won't even tell him? You can't keep your feelings bottled up when it comes to shit like this, Z. Let that nigga know that it ain't cool to just come by to get some ass. Tell him that you want a commitment, and if he can't handle it, then tell him to step.”

“I guess.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I'm just stuck between what I want and what I know is right. I want things to be right between us, but something's telling me that it's not. Can you believe that I have actually cried over this nigga?”

“Shit, that's how it is sometimes.”

“But, Nique, I know better. I know this nigga ain't doing nothing but running game on me. I can't even concentrate on school. Fuckin' with this nigga got me going crazy for real.”

“True story?”

“True story.” Zoë nodded her in agreement.

“If he got you wound up like that, then you need to talk to him, Z, because if you don't, you just gon' keep on stressing over it.”

“I guess you're right.”

“You know I am. Now come on, let's go do some damage.”

“Don't be rushing me.” Zoë laughed as she jumped down from Unique's Lexus truck.

Five minutes later, the girls were walking into Nordstrom, Unique's favorite store. Walking over to the Dior section, Unique and Zoë were greeted by a sales attendant.

“Hello, I'm Farah. All of our tank tops are twenty percent off, and if you need any help, just let me know.”

“Thank you. I do have a question,” Zoë said, distracting the sales lady.

Roaming throughout the store, Unique kept a close eye on Zoë and the sales lady at all times. With an all-black Gucci bag in hand, she walked around the store, racking up merchandise. It was just her luck that the overhead music was turned up louder than normal. The music concealed the sound of her popping censors off the clothes.

“Hi, I'm Janette. Is there anything I can help you with?” the other sales lady asked, tapping Unique on the shoulder and scaring her half to death.

“No . . . thank you. I'm fine,” Unique stuttered as she turned around and gave off a fake smile.

“Well, let me know if you change your mind. I'll be over at the counter.” The sales lady looked Unique up and down suspiciously.

“I'll do that.”

As she looked down into her bag, she noticed that she had already stolen close to a thousand dollars worth of designer merchandise, but Unique couldn't leave quite yet. She had to nab Zoë's Dior heels. Suddenly they appeared right before her eyes. Nonchalantly, Unique strutted over to the shoe section.

With a slight glimmer of nervousness, she searched the ceiling for cameras. Seeing none, she eyed the nosey sales attendant. Just as she hoped, her back was turned. Right then was the perfect opportunity, so at that moment, Unique snatched the shoes off the rack.

I know I'm bad! I'm bad! You know it
, Unique sang in her head. Deciding that she should purchase something before someone got suspicious, she grabbed a pair of trousers and switched the tag from three hundred and fifty dollars to fifty.

“You ready?” Zoë whispered.

“Yeah, take my bag while I go pay for these pants.” Walking over to the counter, Unique held her head up high as if she had done nothing wrong. “I'll take these, please.”

“Okay,” Janette replied, pulling out the scanner. “Fifty dollars? I could have sworn these were three hundred and fifty dollars.”

“If they're three hundred and fifty dollars then I don't want them,” Unique said, scrunching up her face.

“Where did you get these from?”

“I got them from over there on the sale rack.” Unique pointed to the left.

“They couldn't have been on the sale rack, because we just got these pants in a few weeks ago.”

“Look, I ain't got time for this. Either you gon' sell them to me for fifty dollars or you're not going to sell them to me at all!” Unique shouted.

“Is there a problem here?” Farah, the other sales lady, questioned.