Chapter 21

Riley's POV:

"So what's up with you and that director guy?" Ceaser asked as he set up his blocking so I could throw a few punches.

We was at the gym working out. I had forgot another place to pick women up easy was the gym because I was allowed to flaunt my nice ass body as much as I wanted to. Not only that the gym help me MAINTAIN my body, it was a win win in my book. Ceaser was gonna meet Daniel a few nights ago but he had to go because he's a bitch. So he was a completely mystery to Ceez.

I threw a left hook and shrugged nonchalantly. "Nigga is good peeps. And he rich, you know I love that guap." I pointed out with a smirk.

Ceaser rolled his eyes and blocked my next hit and then swung himself. "So he's like your sugar daddy?" he asked as he teasingly raised his eyebrows.

I scrunched up my face in disgust. "Nigga thats gay and you gay for sayin it since you ain't say pause afta sayin that shit."

He laughed. "Telling me I'm gay when you have a sugar daddy?"

I punched his arm on purpose and laughed myself. On some real shit, I was warming up to Daniel. He was goofy as fuck and obviously not used to life outside fame but nonetheless he was cool as fuck too. I had been hanging with him alot now, but not on that gay shit.

Ceaser bounced back and forth as he now began dodging my hits instead of blocking them. "You know gays got the right to marry now, you can't still be walking around with that homophobic shit." he pointed out.

I shrugged again. "Aye I'm all for fags tying they dicks together in holy matrimony or whatever-"

"That's not how gay marriage works, it's exactly the same as straight marriage."

I ignored him and continued. "All I'm sayin is I'M not gay, so I don't need gay niggas around me because I am fine as fuck and if a nigga hit on me I'm hitting him."

Ceaser straightened up and breathed in deeply. "Smell that?" he asked as he raised his head and looked towards the ceiling.

I looked up too but didn't see anything. "No?"

He smirked and looked back at me. "Smells like honey buns and strawberries, the natural scent for when gays are about to attack."

I straightened up as well and got out the ring. "Oh but Reezy the homophone?" I asked over my shoulder as he followed me.

He laughed and followed me to our gym locker. As we were walking we passed these 2 fine ass females who looked at us as if they wanted to lick the sweat off our bodies. I smirked at both of them and then looked at my main man Ceez to see if he was seeing this but he wasn't even paying attention to them, like they were dirty hoes at a worn out club. I raised one eyebrow.

"Aye what was that about?" I asked as soon as we reached our gym lockers.

"Whatchu mean?" he questioned, completely oblivious.

My eyes widened in shock. "Ceez we just passed what I would classify as Stage 3 thirst bitches." I told in. I mean I was completely SHOCKED this nigga hadn't noticed them. He LIVES for thirsty bitches!

Ceaser eyes widened in shock. "Stage 3 + gym means they just broke up with their boyfriend and is insecure and want to show him that they can do better?" he asked to confirm it. I nodded and he threw his head back and groaned loudly. "Man those are the BEST! They leave on their own! What the fuck mang, why ain't you say nothing?"

"Nigga I gave you the look!"

Ceaser put his towel over his head and leaned back against the lockers. "FUCKING SOPHIE!" he screamed out in frustration.

Wait Sophie? Our lawyer Sophie? Was this nigga hitting that? Trust me, that was one fine piece of ass. I ain't even in that nasty kinky shit but I would eat the fuck out of her ass.

"Sophie?" I asked completely impressed.

He ripped his towel off his face and threw it into the gym locker as he slowly shook his head. "I'm telling you that bitch got voodoo."

"Stop playing."

"I'm serious! Ever since I've been fucking with her it's like I just can't notice ANYONE ELSE! My nig you know that don't even sound like me. If I see a bitch tell me why the first thing that pop in my head is Damn how bae be slaying so hard? This hoe over here ain't got shit on her! Like, the fuck?!"

He was actually clearly upset which made me bust out laughing. Was this nigga serious? Ceaser so used to not being connected when he start getting attached and shit and becoming whipped he thinks it's voodoo (which on lows it could be because seriously? Ceaser being loyal? This is coming from me.) Ceaser rolled his eyes at my laughing but shit it was funny. Seeing Ceaser whipped is like seeing that nigga quit soccer. I shook my head and chuckled as I turned to my gym locker and began changing.

"You know what you sound like?"

"Hm?"

I looked at him and smirked. "Whiiiiiipped bitch!"

He rolled his eyes. "Don't play. I don't get whipped, we both know that." he sounded like he was trying to remind himself that, which made it even more obvious that he was whipped.

I chuckled again and shook my head, that was none of my business. Player or not though I know when I see a down ass chick and that's what Sophie was AND she was fine as fuck. Ceaser gon keep fucking around and lose her, but who was I to tell him that? That ain't my bitch or my relationship not to mention if he do fuck up, I'M DIVING IN!

"Iight nigga sure." I said to him.

He rolled his eyes. "If anybody is whipped it's the baby daddy..." his voice trailed off at the end but I was SURE that nigga said baby daddy.

"What?" I snapped as I turned to look at him.

Everybody knew by now that Cindy wasn't even something to think about when I was around. She left and she had been gone for over 2 weeks now, so she wasn't coming back. I wasn't ready to talk about her or anything to do with her, including our unborn son depending on if he survived or not which I very much doubted. I forced myself to stop thinking about it. I had been doing that a lot, I couldn't focus on shit I couldn't change...no matter if I wanted to...

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "If anybody is whipped it's the sugar daddy?" he said it more like a question but I knew he was just confused on why I snapped.

I tried to play it off by laughing nonchalantly. "Yeah, yeah that nigga is hella whipped."

He nodded, still confused and then followed me as we left the gym. We went our separate ways in the parking lot and I sat in my car as I watched him drive away. Once I saw he was gone I let my head fall onto my steering wheel. "Pull yo shit together Riley..." I thought to myself. I snapped on that nigga just because I misheard him. I couldn't just blow up out of nowhere, as much as I love my friends like fam they were the kind of people to have a whole meeting just to figure out what was wrong with you, especially my annoying step sister (or soon to be) Jazmine. I just couldn't afford to lose myself again like that. I would push away all the hurting and shit until later tonight and let that shit pull my emotions in 50 different directions until I fell asleep from exhaustion,

Like always.

Jazmine's POV:

"So he just totally flipped out?" I asked Ceaser.

He had just left the gym with Riley and he was calling to tell me all about it. I hate to go behind Riley's back but I kinda made Ceaser go to the gym with him to see how he was doing. I mean he had been spending a lot of time with that famous director Daniel and it seemed like he was pushing away from us, so I got worried. I still don't understand how he's so calm with Cindy leaving AND being pregnant. It worries me. Well either that or I'm just a nosy housewife with nothing better to do than cry over the weight I need to lose and try not to be consumed by my hormones.

"Yeah, I mean I did say baby daddy but when I saw him go from 0 to 100 I was like, ummmmmm sugar daddy?"

I giggled and shook my head. "Nice save."

"Ain't nobody tryna get into a fight outside the ring." I giggled again. "But anyways that's pretty much all that happened. He tryna be cool about it but obviously the nigga is hurting."

I frowned and shoved a carrot stick in my mouth. I was trying to make my snacks healthy and work out as much as I could so I'd totally rock that dress for the wedding but it's kinda hard when you also have to care for a newborn. "Well can you blame him?"

"Nah, but I can blame him for getting involved when he the nigga always preaching NOT to." he said.

"So what, just have Cindy stay a prostitute and get beat by that disgusting pimp?" I yelled at him accusingly.

"Chill, you know I'm not saying no shit like that. I'm just saying we did alot to help her and for what? She ended up leaving AGAIN to probably become a hoe AGAIN."

"Do NOT call her a hoe!"

He sighed through the phone, obviously seeing this conversation was going to get worse and worse the more he opened his mouth. I didn't know if it was the hormones or the fact that she was my best friend ever since childhood, either way it was completely pissing me off.

"Okay Ima go." he said finally.

"Fine!"

I hung up without even telling him bye or giving him a chance to speak. Guys can be such fucking idiots. If Riley didn't kick his ass I was thinking of marching right down there and beating his ass myself! And he's such a hypocrite! He was ECSTATIC when he saw Cindy again. He probably wished he could of been the on to sleep with her. With her perfect body...slim and curvy figure...nice ass and boobs...fit legs... I could feel my anger turning to jealousy. Ugh, hormones!

I decided the best thing to do was to just hop in the shower and relax. I couldn't just go around snapping on everyone. Luckily Rosa was asleep so it gave me a lot of time to just let the hot water fall on my back and completely enjoy it, however, just as I was getting ready to get in I heard the front door open.

"Huey's home!" I thought excitedly.

I quickly ran to the bathroom mirror and looked at myself. I had on no makeup and my hair was messily thrown around my head but regardless I was gonna rock it! I flashed myself a quick smile of confidence then ran down the steps to see him.

"Huey!" I exclaimed happily as I wrapped my arms around him.

He was stiff against me and only hugged my briefly before quickly breaking away. I tried not to let it get to me but it nipped at my confidence a bit. I shoved away the feeling though, like I said I already snapped on someone because of no clear reason I wasn't going to do the same to Huey. So instead I tried to continue my flirting. I went behind him and wrapped my arms around his neck as I kissed his cheek softly.

"So how was work?" I asked sweetly, right into his ear.

"Fine." he muttered, then moved away from me and headed right to the kitchen.

Okay? I was trying hard to contain myself but he wasn't even paying attention to me and literally all I had was a robe hung loosely around my body! I frowned and followed after him. In his defense he looked EXHAUSTED. He twisted his head to crack his neck then groaned loudly. Now as I looked at him, his whole body seemed tense and he had extreme bags under his eyes.

"You okay baby?" I asked as I reached out to grab onto his shoulder.

He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and slammed it shut. I flinched back and drew my hand away. He, again, didn't even look at me as he strode past.

"Yeah, I'm fine." he muttered again.

Okay that was it! I mean maybe my hormones weren't wrong to get snappy with him right now. He was obviously lying to me annnd I was literally just wearing a TOWEL. Where's the love?!

"You don't seem 'fine'. I mean you haven't even looked at me once!" He didn't seem to even acknowledge that I was talking. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and quickly threw off my towel. "Huey look at me." I snapped, which finally seemed to get his attention.

He sighed and begrudgingly looked over. Once he did though I saw his wine eyes get wider. I couldn't tell if it was good or bad but I tried to keep my confidence. His eyes traveled all around my body, then finally they connected with my eyes and just like that...dead. His expression turned back to the same it was and he sipped his beer as he looked at me.

"Well?" I asked. I mean, was that it?

"Well what?" he asked dryly.

It felt like he had just slapped my against my face, or just straight up called me a fat pig. Either way, it hurt like hell. I turned my back and bent down to pick up my towel as my eyes prickled with unshed tears. Ever since a few days ago he's just seemed so distant and I admit, it was getting to me. All that time I thought he didn't see me as a fat, disgusting, pig just came rushing back. I mean I kept trying to be confident but it was hard when the person you love won't even glance at you and barely says more than 2 words to you!

I wiped my eyes before any tears could come out. "Nothing, just forget it."I said as my voice shook.

I quickly ran upstairs. A part of me was hoping he would call my name or even come after but neither happened. I just felt so ugly, and gross, and unwanted. How could I possibly feel this way when the wedding was this close? Was it because of the wedding? My whole body shuddered as soon as I thought that. What if it was? What if he was getting cold feet? Or wondering if he still wanted to be with me? My mind was racing so much I was barely able to enjoy the shower.

I sat on the bed for a while after the shower and continued to think. Maybe thinking wasn't the best thing for me, I know I always jump to conclusions. Besides, Huey is very blunt and he would never lie to me. Maybe he just had a bad day at work and didn't want to talk about it. Maybe he really was fine. With that in mind I went back downstairs to talk to him but before I even fully got down the steps I heard his loud snores. Huey NEVER snores. I raised one eyebrow and cautiously turned the corner, but there was Huey, completely passed out drunk. The bottle was still dangling from his hand only half empty and he had several more scattered around him.

"What the hell?" I thought aloud.

I wasn't used to this, Huey doesn't get drunk like this. "Fine, huh?" I thought to myself. I sighed loudly and threw away all the empty bottles but the one in his hand I sipped it slowly while I stared at his sleeping body. Something was definitely up, and he wasn't telling me. I slammed the bottle down in anger. He didn't even stir, just continued to snore loudly. I was gonna find out what the hell was going on, because you know what they say

Happy Wife equals a Happy Life.

Cindy's POV:

The air was cold and stung against my body, but I couldn't let it faze me. It was one of those classics nights, back on the street corner. I guess if I was forced to look on some less dark side (because there ain't no fucking bright side in being a hoe) I would say at least this was something I could call mine. This was MY corner. Which meant I got to choose which hoe got to stand here on the corner with me. It was little and very insignificant, but it was something.

My name was Midnight Blue or just Blue for short. Of course I got the name because of my eyes, which pierced through the night. On my corner was 4 other girls: Miami, Kitty, Brandi, and Ginger. We all had the same pimp of course and we looked the best which made my corner the BEST. Miami was only 119 pounds and the youngest, being only 18. She had medium sized breast and ass and she was more of tease than a good fuck. Kitty was the smallest, with small boobs and ass but her "clients" always complimented her pussy game which is where she got the name. Brandi had the biggest boobs I had seen in my life and Ginger was of course, a ginger. We stood at the corner with our slutty outfits on and waited for some nigga to come pick us up.

"Aye want a smoke?" Brandi asked, her voice always sounded like she was dying since she was a cigarette addict.

"Girl shut up, you know Blue only like that strong stuff." Kitty said teasingly as she waved a tiny bag in my face.

I smirked and rolled my eyes as I slapped it out of my face. "Bitch I got my own stuff." I told her.

I wasn't friends with any of them but Kitty and I hated each other the most. She was the one that got me addicted to cocaine and once she saw how much I needed it, she took it away from me. It almost cost me my life when Big Daddy saw me going through withdrawals and beat me. I quickly found a new drug dealer, he was expensive as hell but I could never go through that shit again. And, regardless of me and Kittys issue she did bring in that guap and that's all the mattered.

The money, that's what mattered.

Nothing else.

It was getting easier to remind myself of that. With every snort, every knew nigga that I went home with, I began not even having to remind myself of that. I felt nothing, I was completely numb to the world and I liked it that way. There was no pain, and the only thing I did feel was the happiness when the money was handed to me or the rushing feeling I got when the drugs entered my system. That was it.

Just as I took another sniff at my supply Miami called me over. "We got someone requesting you Blue."

I nodded and wiped my nose, making sure no sign of what I was doing was visible. Then like so many times I got into my signature look, and began to walk to the car. The guy was familiar in some way but I couldn't remember his name and honestly I didn't give a fuck. I only got into his car as he sped off in the way to his house.

It's the money that mattered, lets get this over with.

"Oh yeah baby! Oooooh you feel so good! Bring that ass back on me!" he shouted as he smacked my ass roughly.

I flipped my hair and arched my back as I pounded back against him. My ass slapped wildly against his hips again and again and he was moaning loudly in pleasure. His dick throbbed inside of me and I could tell he was close to cumming. I rolled my hips as I slammed against him again.

"Ooooh fuck! Oh Blue!"

I could feel his dick throbbing and pulsating inside of me. It was making my pussy wet which only caused him to moan even louder. It wasn't like I was enjoying it, in fact I could barely feel it. Not because it was small (which it was) but because I was numb. This was just a job to me, a job I needed to finish. I tightened my walls against his dick and started moving faster and faster.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me baby! Fuck me with that big ass!" he exclaimed as he leaned forward and grabbed onto my boobs.

I reached down underneath to rub my clit so it would be over faster. He was obviously trying to last long but I had a lot more customers I needed to see. His body began to shake on top of me and I knew he was about to cum.

"Cum on me baby! I want all of your cum!" I told, putting as much effort as I could into the words.

"Ahhhhh!" he yelled as he dug his nails into my boobs and pulled out his dick.

He shoved me down onto the bed as he slapped his dick against my ass and came on top of me. It was hot and sticky and smelled disgusting. Still I laid there until he was completely done. He wiped the remainder of his cum on my back and then laid down on his bed, exhausted. No words were exchanged as I got up and grabbed the money on the nightstand, or as I walked into his bathroom to quickly rinse myself off. That was just how it was, nobody out here was playing "Captain Save A Hoe". I looked at myself in his bathroom mirror.

I couldn't even see myself anymore. The makeup was smeared, my face looked worn, and there was now bruises on my breasts from where he dug his nails into me. And yet, still people liked to sleep with me? I was complete filth, at least that's how I saw myself. I sighed as I brushed out my hair and reapplied my makeup. When I got out he was there, ready to take me back. The car ride was silent and he practically shoved me out once we got back at my corner. Of course, they always do. Nobody likes to admit they're just as filthy as the people they sleep with. I strode back to my normal spot.

"Where is Miami and Kitty?" I asked Ginger.

She snapped her gum loudly as she took in another long drawl of her cigarette, I'm guessing, Brandi gave to her. "Client wanted them both, it's been 10 minutes they should be back soon." she told me.

I nodded. "Keep watch I need another sniff."

I turned the corner into a narrow alley and pulled out my supply. I only had a little left so I would need to hit up my drug dealer soon. I took in a large sniff and leaned back as the drug traveled through my body. It made every vein in my body tingle. The world didn't seem as fucked up as it actually was, I was more in love with the drugs than I was the money. My legs gave out and I slowly slid down the wall and sat on the ground as I looked up at the night sky.

If I forgot who I was for a second, where I was, what I was doing, and all the things that drove to me where I am now. It almost seemed beautiful.

"Sir we have her in sight."

"How is she?"

The detective remained silent as he looked at the small blonde sitting on the cement. Her eyes seemed faraway, that was easy to tell even from his position. If he didn't notice her chest slowly moving up and down he would of been sure she was dead. Still he couldn't find the words to tell his boss. What nice things can be said about a drug addicted prostitute? His silence was clear at how the situation was.

"I see, so is there any way you could get her right now?"

The detective whirled his binoculars in the other direction. Just a few cars ahead he saw a black car with tinted windows. One of the windows was down with a lazy arm thrown out of it and smoke traveling out. He was sure that was the car the pimp or one of the pimps servants was in. It would be too risky right now to try and grab the girl while he was watching.

"I'm sorry sir but it is too risky to do that right now."

His boss sighed loudly through the other end. "Yeah I thought it would be something like that." he sounded disappointed and the detective was curious as to why.

He cleared his throat, it wasn't his place to ask questions but curiosity was getting the better of him. "If you don't mind me asking, why-"

"I'll stop you there because 1.) It's not your place to ask questions and 2.) It's personal."

The detective nodded as if he could see. "I'm sorry sir."

" You're fine." he replied, then there was a pause as he slowly sipped his drink. "Keep an eye on her and the first chance you get I want you to grab her immediately. Call me as soon as you do for further instructions."

"Yes sir."

"Oh and by the way, we're not in an army. Just call me Daniel."

Author's Note: Welp I promised some Riley and Cindy in this chapter :D As you can see they are both hurting and not dealing with it very well. Cindy is taking drugs to make her feel numb and Riley is trying to block out his problems. My poor babies Dx Soooo as you guys can see Huey has decided not to tell Jazzy. Good or bad? BAD OF COURSE! He'll just have to learn the hard way...Oh! And Daniel is trying to save Cindy! Will he succeed? It's about to get a little nasty around here :3 AND NOT NASTY IN A NASTY WAY YOU PERVS (which I love, I love you all xD lol)

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