Chapter 12

12

S iasia twirled around the pole, locking eyes with her faithful customer, Brenden. His eyes surveyed her body from the roots of her braids to the pink polish on her toes. The music was soft, and the blue lights of the club shone down on her, illuminating her brown skin. He wasn’t the only one vying for her attention. Off in the corner a new face captivated her, making her squirm in her skin. He was dark and thuggishly handsome with gold teeth that told of his life’s story. It was no question what he did. He was a get money nigga not from Lynn Beach. He was probably there to soak in the warmer weather, escaping the cold from wherever he was from.

The music switched but Siasia didn’t leave the stage. Dancing in the club started as a desperate way to make a couple dollars fast. It was more than a waitress made and since she was able to also do the club photos, the opportunity was a no brainer. Now, it kind of served as an outlet for her. In the club, she became this bad bitch with high confidence that oozed sexiness. It was also one of the things in her life that she had control over.

While at home, she had no say so in whether Stacy was going to beat her mama almost to death. Siasia felt helpless trapped in the small confines of their worn-out trailer.

With mixed emotions about Qamar, she needed an escape so the club had been a part of her daily routine for the last two weeks. Watching him walk away, leaving her in the park that night had her replaying every moment with him play by play— breaking it all down like a fraction because the signs had to be there. Then, her mind kept going to the picture of him and Janay with their precious newborn baby that was plastered all over the blogs.

When Devin Port’s newest song started, she did her big one. She wasn’t that good at climbing the pole but she could make her ass shake and work the floor like no other.

Siasia’s ass bounced to the beat. One cheek, two cheeks, she bent over in front of the mystery man who had been tossing money since she got on stage three songs ago.

When she looked up, her eyes connected with Brenden whose white skin had started to turn red from his anger. Brenden was her best customer before Qamar. In theory, he was her only customer contrary to the rumors of Lynn Beach University. Over the years, there had been others but Siasia always tried to take a step back from the line of work. That was where the club came in at. This time when the music stopped, she decided to take a break and work the floor. That and she was dying to get to know the fine ass man who couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

“Girl, he want you bad,” Ally sniggered, whispering in Siasia’s ear. “He fine as hell too.”

“I know, Ally. I’m going to ease my way over there before one of you other whores do it.”

“I don’t want who don’t want me, and I’m certain he ain’t stunting these snow bunnies.” They both laughed at that but never judged. Black girls wasn’t the only ones needing extra cash to survive. And with Lynn Beach being a college town, the dancers came in every flavor.

“Let me take my ass back on the floor. It’s some decent money in here tonight,” Ally said before sauntering away.

Before Siasia could get to the back to freshen up, Brenden was on her like he was her man. She hated when he did that; she hated how the desperation showed in his red eyes. Just hated all around how he didn’t mind approaching her in public. It often gave her chill bumps and not the good kind.

“Hey, Siasia,” Brenden slurred, digging his fingers into her sweaty stomach. “You done for the night?”

Flaring her nose, Siasia snatched away from him. “The fuck?!” She glared at him. “No, I’m not working tonight or any night. I told you that a few weeks ago.”

Brenden had an issue with taking no for an answer due to his privilege and not just because he was white. His father was the dean at Lynn Beach University. Brenden’s father was connected in all ways and that made his son feel inferior to everyone else. Especially the Black girl with the best pussy he’d ever had.

“What has been your problem, lately?” he asked through gritted teeth.

Brenden was cute in a chill white boy kind of way. He dressed nice and always smelled nice but the chemistry he liked to pretend was there, just wasn’t for Siasia.

Looking him in the eyes, she forced a smile. “Look, I’ll call you later and see what you’re up to. Okay?”

That must’ve been all he wanted to hear because his tight lips smiled. “Yea, you do that.” He hugged her before going back out to the floor. He wasn’t a fool and wanted to stick around to see where her night ended.

She relaxed, watching him disappear into the crowded club. Relief washed over her. Going into the dressing room, she sat on the bench to gather her bearings before she picked up her phone. She had numerous missed calls. As she went through the call log, her heart sank at the numerous times Noodle called her. Quickly, she called her back. Listening to the phone ring, her legs bounced.

“The fuck you at?” Qamar roared into the phone, shocking her.

She looked at the name on the screen confused. “Where is Noodle?” At the sound of Stacy’s voice her throat closed up. He was in the background going off.

“Aye, nigga, back the fuck up before I beat your ass like a real man supposed to. The fuck you over here beating on a woman for?” Qamar hollered. “Noodle, get your stuff. Matter fact, leave it. I’ll buy you whatever you need.”

Frantically, Siasia grabbed her bag. She didn’t care about changing clothes or throwing anything over her very revealing outfit. With her things in her arms, she ran out the club with the phone on speaker. Based on all the chaos she heard in the background, her only concern was Noodle and assessing the damage on her mama.

Ten minutes later, she found herself pulling up to her trailer where Qamar’s truck was parked. Siasia rushed out of the car, running into the house where he had Stacy hemmed up by the neck.

“Please!” Cynthia begged with her right eye swollen shut. “Just go!” she cried, knowing that Qamar stepping in would only cause more damage than good. That and she didn’t know him form a can of paint.

In shock, Siasia paused before getting in between Stacy and Qamar. “Let him go, Qamar,” she grabbed his arm, her body shaking from the deadly look in his eyes.

“Siasia, where are your clothes?” Cynthia yelled once she turned her head to get a better look at her daughter.

She stood with nothing but a cheap matching bra and thong set.

Stacy grunted at the sight of her. “So, this why you got this young nigga here? He your pimp or something?”

“What?! No!” Siasia snapped.

Qamar had eased his grip on Stacy neck slightly, still glaring at him. When Noodle opened the door for him, he only saw red. She had tears streaming down her pretty, light brown face. It reminded him of one of his own kids or one of his nieces. All he wanted to do was kill the monster under the bed.

Finally getting a good look at Siasia, his blood ran hotter. “Go put some fuckin’ clothes on and lets go before I catch a murder charge.” Angrily, he released Stacy, watching him hunch over to rub his neck. “Stay down before I put you down.”

Noodle’s eyes popped open when Siasia pushed their room door open. “Noodle are you okay?” she asked, examining all over her little sister. If a hair was out of place, she was going to be the one to put Stacy in the dirt. Cynthia could allow Stacy to hit on her all she wanted but when it came to Noodle, she’d take that ride downtown. A relieved look washed over her face once she’d confirmed Noodle was okay.

“SiSi,” Noodle took short deep inhales to calm her crying. “SiSi, it was so bad. I thought he was going to kill her this time. I tried to call you but you weren’t answering, and I know you told me to stop calling Qamar but I didn’t have anyone else to call. I was so scared.”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here now.” Siasia pulled Noodle into her chest, rubbing her back, desperately needing to feel her.

“And you ‘bout to bring your ass on,” Qamar cut into their private moment. “Put some fuckin’ clothes on and lets go. The jet is waiting.”

“The jet?” Siasia looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “Nigga, didn’t you just have a baby? Worry about that and not us.”

With all in the answers buried in his eyes, Qamar stepped to her. “Didn’t I tell you, you ain’t working at that fuckin’ club anymore? I see what type of games you like to play. Get y’all shit and meet me in the car.” He snorted in disgust before turning to walk out the house.

“He mad at you, SiSi,” Noodle laughed, grabbing her book bag that she’d packed while Qamar checked her daddy. Slinging it onto her shoulder, she looked at her sister wondering why she was still just standing there.

“You already got a bag packed?” Siasia cocked her head back. “So, fuck what I say. You just do whatever he tells you to do?”

“Yea, when you don’t answer for me.” Noodle wondered what the problem was. Qamar had come through for her in her time of need. In a time when her own sister was too busy trying to use the club to mend her aching heart. “Put on some clothes and lets go. I ain’t never been on a plane.”

“What about school, Noodle?”

“I don’t know.” She hunched her shoulders, really not concerned with school. She was tired from not being able to sleep while her parents fought like they were in a wrestling match and getting paid. All she wanted to do was be safe and go to sleep. Even her ten-year-old mind knew nothing about her home life was good. So, if Qamar wanted to take her away, she was more than willing.

Siasia had been out voted. She also knew she wanted to be wherever Qamar was because he had all the answers. He’d fixed every one of their problems that had been presented to them, so no matter how mad she wanted to be with him, her heart and her mind just wouldn’t allow it. Instead of finding something else to argue about, Siasia slipped on a dingy t-shirt and worn sweatpants. Next, her feet fell into a new pair of crocs before she packed her work duffle with the essentials she’d need while Noodle’s king flew them off to Far Far Away Land.

The sound of the jet’s engine hummed creating a lull that put Noodle right to sleep. After the shock of riding on a private jet died down, of course. Siasia had to admit, she was impressed and wondered if Qamar’s had more access to money than she thought. The jet was painted a midnight blue that almost looked black with a realistic moon also painted on it. and the ambiance didn’t end on the outside. The interior was just as elegant and kept the whole moon theme which Siasia was learning to understand.

Between the two of them very little words had been spoken. He even made it is business to sit on the opposite side of the jet with Noodle. Qamar’s face had been buried so deep into his phone, Siasia doubted he remembered she was there. She felt invisible and stupid for taking her ass back to the club. Had she listened to Qamar, she would’ve been there when everything went down. That way, Qamar never would’ve known how toxic her family life really was.

Cringing inwardly, she dreaded the stain all that must put on her. She was already walking around with a scarlet letter A tattooed to her forehead. Siasia didn’t want to tarnish herself any more than she already was. However, it seemed she had no say in it because now he knew. Thanks to big mouth ass Noodle. The thought alone had her rolling her eyes.

“You good over there?” Qamar asked, finally giving her some attention.

Pointing at herself, she asked, “You talking to me?”

“Who the fuck else would I be talking to, Siasia?”

“Shit, I don’t know. You didn’t seem to notice me the whole ride over or before now. Keep that same energy.” She scoffed, twisting her body towards the window to show him she was over the conversation and over him and his shitty attitude.

Siasia jumped at the feel of Qamar’s long fingers digging into her shoulder. “Let me talk to you,” he requested, turning to walk towards the back.

Siasia didn’t move because who did he think he was? If he wanted to talk, he should’ve done it when she first got in the car or when they boarded the jet. Now, she had no interest in talking.

“Siasia!” Her pussy thumped when he called her name with authority.

“Ugh.” She pouted, getting up from her seat to follow him to the back.

In the back, she swallowed hard seeing the queen sized bed positioned in the cozy little room. Oh, they have stupid money, she thought.

“Come here, mama,” Qamar said, sliding his shirt over his head. “You need something, don’t you?” He sat on the corner of the bed.

She gulped, nodding her head caught in the trance of his eyes. No matter how upset or disappointed she wanted to be, she was elated to be near him. Slowly, she made her way to him, standing between his outstretched legs.

“Didn’t I tell you, when you want something, you take that shit, mama?” His hands roamed up her worn sweatpants, stopping at the waistband. He lifted her shirt to kiss her taut belly.

Her body shook, desperate for him to do it again.

Like the mind reader he clearly was, he placed more tender kisses on a spot she didn’t know she had. “Fuck, I missed you,” he growled, easing her pants down while taking deep inhales of her natural scent.

With her pants around her ankles, he groped her ass, spreading her ass cheeks apart. The coolness of the air turned her on. She lost herself when he flicked his tongue over her belly button, tasting the saltiness of her night at the club. “Turn around,” he instructed. “Touch your toes.”

Doing as she was told, she whimpered when his hand came down hard on her round brown ass. “You been at that fuckin’ club after I told you not to. I don’t like when you don’t listen, mama.”

“Ooh,” she whined, squirming under his words.

He rubbed his hands on the spot where he slapped her ass before smacking it again. It was hard and loud. Each time he did it his dick jumped. “Look at the pretty ass pussy.” He blew on her growing bud, loving the stickiness he created just by looking at it. His mouth watered to taste her, so he did just that.

“Shit.” Siasia tried to stand because the sensation was just too much.

To her dismay, he pushed her back down.

“Touch your fuckin’ toes, I said.” He went back to flicking his tongue over her clit before he sucked it into his mouth. Latching onto her like a baby on its mama’s nipple, he tried to suck the soul and the defiance out of her.

The sounds of him slurping on her pussy was enough to drive a preacher man wild. In his zone, Qamar gave her ass some attention.

“Baby,” Siasia panted, throwing her ass into his mouth. When his finger slipped inside, her pussy leaked more. “Qamar.” She tightened her eyes, closing them to enjoy the feeling of him pleasing her in a way she’d never been pleased before.

He fingered her ass as he went back to licking and sucking on her pussy. Turning his togue into a small dick, he used it to fuck her meaty insides. With his free hand, he pulled his growing dick out of his own pants before slamming her on it. Bare, and skin to skin, he fucked her hard.

“Ugh… oh my gosh,” Siasia cried out.

“Shit the fuck up, mama. You too damn loud!” He bit her shoulder while still pounding her pussy out.

“Baby you so deep in me.” Her body grew hot from the feeling of his heavy dick inside of her.

“This what happens when you don’t listen, mama. I gotta remind you why I’m in charge,” he whispered in her ear.

Grabbing her stomach, she tried to ease some of the pressure while trying to stand. That was a mistake on her part because next thing she knew, she was in the air while he fucked her from the back.

“Qamar!” she yelled, thinking she would fall. Siasia was no light weight. She was thick and meaty, but nothing he couldn’t handle.

Aggressively, he continued to fuck her with long hard stroke. “Stop trying to run and take this dick since you want to be so damn hardheaded.”

“I’m sorry.” Siasia bit into her own lip drawing blood. “I. Won’t. Do. It. Again.” Her words were broken from him tearing her pussy up.

“You think I don’t know that? I know you ain’t gonna do it again. Now take this dick like the disobedient girl you are.” He laid her on the bed, still deep inside of her.

Siasia tried to run again but he had a death grip on her braids. She couldn’t move if she wanted to.

“Your pussy so good, mama. I can feel all of her. You like raw dick, don’t you?” He looked down to see her sap coating his dark brown dick like white paint. “Hell yea, you do. This pussy showing the fuck out for daddy. This daddy’s dick, mama?”

“Yes!” She didn’t hesitate to admit her body belonged to him. “It’s yours, daddy.”

Her voice sent shockwaves through his body. “Then fuckin’ act like it and throw that shit back. Show me this my pussy.” He loosened his grip on her hair, placing his hands behind his back for her to fuck him back.

Siasia had never been a scary bitch, so she arched her back and rode his dick like the professional she was. Their bodies clapped together like a church choir. She grunted at how big and long his dick was. Qamar was not only blessed with dick but also blessed with knowing how to use it. If he fucked every girl like that, she was thankful she knew how to fight ‘cause bitches fought over good dick attached to a nigga that talked you through it.

“Mm hm.” He slapped her ass. “Show out for daddy,” he coached in a trance.

“This pussy good to you?” she asked, shocking herself.

“The fuckin’ best, mama. I’m about to nut all in it too.”

“No!” Siasia panicked, turning her body to suck his big dick in her mouth.

Qamar’s eyes widened but he didn’t stop his stroke. He fucked her face, looking down at her slanted eyes. Siasia was the prettiest girl with eyes that told a story he was desperate to know. Thinking about fixing all her problems, he released a load into her mouth. Nut and slob dripped from the corners of her mouth.

“Show me.” He tapped his dick on her swollen lips.

Obliging him, she opened her mouth to show him she had indeed swallowed.

Qamar did something he’d never done before. He kissed her passionately. “That attitude gone now, huh?”

Sluggishly, Siasia smiled. “I need a nap.”

“We almost there. You’ll get some sleep when we get to the house.”

“Why I can’t go to sleep now?” She pouted.

He laid in the bed on his back, staring at her with those bedroom eyes and a slick bead from eating her pussy. “Because I need you to ride this dick, mama.”

With a sore pussy and all, Siasia straddled him, easing down on his semi hard dick. Her mouth fell open at the feeling of him swelling inside of her. If he wanted more pussy, then she wanted more dick.

Qamar gently pushed open the door, careful not to make a sound as he carried a sleeping Noodle in his arms. The house was massive, the kind of place that seemed to swallow sound. Siasia followed closely behind, her eyes wide with a mix of exhaustion and awe. She had never been in a place so grand, with its high ceilings and elegant décor.

They had just gotten off the jet, the hum of the engines still ringing in their ears. But the beauty in the house from the moment they pulled up made Siasia’s tired eyes open with wonder.

Closing the door, it automatically locked on its own since the lock was smart and didn’t require human interactions. It locked automatically every time the door was shut unless programed otherwise. Qamar adjusted Noodle in his arm, using the other to directed Siasia to follow him with a light tap on her thigh. Chill bumps covered her spine. Any time he touched her she was willing and ready to take him down right then and there. Even with the ache between her legs, Siasia could go another round with him. The mile high club was cool but sex on the moon was even better. That was what being in Qamar’s world felt like—the moon.

The journey to his room seemed long since the house was massive. They walked through the kitchen and up the stairs that led them right to his room. He was the baby and only child that still lived with Stephanie so it was no brainer when she offered him the room that was deemed an in-law suite. His everyday scent filled her nose as soon as the door was pushed open. Gourmand. Siasia swept her eyes around the room, determining it was exactly the way she’d expected his room to be. It had grey and black furniture with hints of mustard to add a pop. His bed was big but the sitting area off to the side was what caught her attention. The floor-to-ceiling window was curtainless—like his condo in Lynn Beach.

“You nosey, ain’t you?” Siasia joked as Qamar tucked Noodle in his bed.

Trying to keep his voice down, he chuckled. “I never thought about it like that.” He shrugged. “Maybe I am. I think I like windows because I get to see the sky—talk to the universe.”

“Dream about going to the moon.” Siasia smirked.

“Lately, I been thinking about the stars… can’t seem to figure out why.” He faked confused, resting his finger on his chin.

His long legs headed to the sitting area in front of the window. Tapping the seat beside him, Qamar beckoned her, watching the slight sway of her hips. The hips he loved to be between.

“You ain’t sleepy?” Siasia asked, tucking her feet under herself and getting comfortable.

Qamar yawned. “I wasn’t until you just said that. I slept a little on the flight to get to Lynn Beach, shit gave me an extra ten hours seem like.”

Siasia swallowed hard at the mention of him saving them from Lynn Beach.

“How long your pops been hitting your mama?” Qamar’s question sliced through the small moment of silence.

“He’s not my pops. That’s Noodle’s daddy but he ain’t mine.”

“Semantics, mama. Stop glazing over the real questions, though.”

Huffing, she looked out into the sky. The moon didn’t glow as bright since it wasn’t full. The stars did twinkle though. They always did when she was near Qamar. “The how long don’t really matter. All you need to know is she ain’t smart enough to leave.”

He hummed, allowing her confession to sink in. “Why was you at the club? Is that something I need to look forward to every time you run away?”

“ Runaway?” Siasia scoffed. “Nigga, I’m grown.”

“But you love running away from home.”

“Qamar, just stop!” she snapped. “This ain’t home, and I’m reminded every time I step into your world.”

He pulled her onto his lap and stared into her eyes. “She ain’t mine,” he confessed.

“Who?” Siasia’s asked with her face bunched, staring into his brown orbs.

No longer able to resist the urge, Qamar pecked her lips before elaborating. “Belinay. She ain’t mine but she’s mine.”

“I’m scared to love a man because my mama always picks the wrong man which means I’ll pick wrong too because that shit is hereditary,” she confessed. A truth for a truth because even when he was pouring his heart out, she didn’t want him to feel alone while doing it.

She pushed her lips back into his with her eyes closed tight.

“I’m the best man for you so I think you’re picker ain’t broken.” Qamar smirked.

“And she don’t have to be yours to be yours,” Siasia said with a silky voice.

Pinching her chin between his thumb and index finger, he made her look at him.

“Stop running away from home. Stop running your ass back to the club and I’ll create a world for just us. You won’t have to feel uncomfortable in mine… I’ll give you your own.”

She sighed, her breath mingling with his. “You promise?”

“With everything I got,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly.

The night seemed to hold its breath, the stars twinkling as if in agreement. The cool breeze wrapped around them, carrying the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of the city. Siasia felt a warmth spread through her chest, a flicker of hope igniting. Maybe, just maybe, she could believe in a future where she didn’t have to run, where she could find solace in Qamar’s arms.

“Okay,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible. “I’ll try.”

He smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. “That’s all I ask.”

As they sat there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the world around them seemed to fade away. For the first time in a long time, Siasia felt a sense of peace, a glimmer of a new beginning. And with Qamar by her side, she dared to dream of a world that was truly their own.