18. Yolani

Entering my parents' home, I followed the voices of my family to the dining room. It smelled amazing, and I realized my mama had made her million-dollar spaghetti dish. I was suddenly starving, unable to keep my eyes off it as I hugged and kissed everyone.

"So how was your trip, sweetheart? I haven't seen you since you returned," my father asked as soon as I sat adjacent to him; he was at the head of the table.

"Yeah, I've been pretty busy at the moment." I ate some of the spaghetti. "I had a lot of fun though. Best trip down so far." I smiled.

As soon as he put his fork down and my mother stared at me like she always did when warning me a storm was coming, I knew my dad was about to lecture me.

"What's the deal with you and Cemone?" He laced his fingers and looked to the left at me.

"He's my boyfriend," I answered nonchalantly. "I told you that."

"Yes!" Yailey pumped her little arm in excitement, making me and my mother chuckle much to my father's chagrin.

"This isn't the right move, Yolani." He shook his head repeatedly, picking his fork back up. "That's the worst man you could've chosen right now. Your career is soaring and he's gonna make it nosedive." When I didn't say a word because I'd already said it in past conversations, he asked, "I thought marriage was in your future. Have you changed your mind about that?"

"Nope. I still plan to get married, and it will be to Cemone," I answered, refusing to take my eyes off my food and drink.

"Yes!" Yailey shouted again.

My father's body rocked with humorless laughter before he took a sip from his beer bottle.

"Is that what he told you so he could gain access to your body?"

"Darrell. This is still your daughter. Let's watch the disrespect." My mother shot him a look, making him sigh in defeat.

"Baby, I didn't mean it like that." He touched my hand. "Avery told me what happened down there, and it upset me is all. He walked in on you two. I just… at your grandparents' house, Yolani?" His forehead creased.

"He is lying. He did not walk in on us having sex. He walked into the room and saw me on top of him, with clothes on," I half lied. I may have been grown, but until I came home pregnant, my daddy would think I was a virgin or close to it. "Regardless, he didn't tell me he was going to marry me to sleep with me. He doesn't need to." I raised a brow.

"Yolani." My mother scolded me.

"You are not gonna be with him, let alone marry him!" My dad banged his fist on the table, causing Yailey to jump and stare at him wide eyed. "He is violent, immature, promiscuous, and disrespectful!"

"No he isn't!" Yailey defended, little face balled up. "I like him, and he loves Lani! I want him to be my brother!"

"Shut up, Yailey!" he roared at her, making her burst into tears as she buried her face into my mom who was seated next to her.

"You need to calm the hell down, Darrell. You haven't even taken the time to get to know the boy. You're going off of what the media is saying. How many times have they spread false information about Yolani?" my mother asked, continuing to console my baby sister.

"If you end up pregnant by him and eventually single, because that's his M.O., I don't want you around." He stood up, mouth twisted and eyes glazed like he could cry at any moment.

"Are you serious?" I frowned, beyond baffled and shocked.

"You are going too far, Darrell. I wasn't going to say anything, but you've pissed me off. I like them together. I was there in Mississippi, and Yailey is right; he loves her. If you wanna kick Yolani out of your life for getting pregnant, then you'd better be ready to be a bachelor as well."

Pissed off but having no rebuttal, my father stormed out of the room as Yailey sniffled softly. I was still too surprised by his threat to even respond. In the past, no matter how upset my dad got with me, he'd never threatened to cut off all contact with me.

I loved my father, but I wasn't going to allow him to tell me what to do. I was a grown woman, and if his love had conditions, then I didn't want it anymore.

"I'm gonna go so he can calm down." I stood up.

"Baby, this is your home too. You don't need to leave," my mother stated.

"Yeah, Lani, don't leave. Please," Yailey begged.

"I will be back in a couple days." I rounded the table to kiss them both and then left abruptly.

I ended up at Cemone's home, using the fingerprint sensor he'd programmed to enter. He'd given me a key also, but I felt this way was quicker, despite my reluctance when he first mentioned it.

I heard him in the basketball gym within his house, so I tread that way and walked in, seeing him practice. I wasn't a big fan of sports, but I could admit watching Cemone was like a work of art. He was so talented with the ball, making it look so easy, though I knew it wasn't.

"You back already?" His brows furrowed as he started my way, looking so sexy. I loved his body, how lean he was, but not as skinny as most NBA players. He was cut up perfectly as if God had come down from heaven and etched his muscles in Himself. In fact, I was convinced he had.

"Yes. It went left." I tilted my head back to accept his kiss before he sat next to me.

"How?"

"How do you think? My dad asked me about you, and I told him the truth for the hundreth time. Then he mentioned how Avery told him he walked in the room to see us fucking, and the argument escalated from there." I paused for a second, still in disbelief. "He said if I got pregnant by you and we broke up, he wouldn't want me around."

"He lying, Yolani." Cemone shook his head. "He just saying that shit. I don't really like his ass, but that nigga love you too much to cut you off."

"Yeah, I believe that, but the fact that he said it… I didn't like that."

"You shouldn't. It's a fucked-up ass thing to say, whether you mean the shit or not."

"It is." I turned to look at him, so effortlessly handsome, and said, "I want you to know that while I love my father and value his opinion, no one is going to run my life. Even if you were horrible, he can't expect to dictate who I date, spend time with, nothing. I would never leave you just because someone else wanted me to, especially someone who barely even knows you."

"I wouldn't let you leave me. You stuck." He leaned back, spinning the ball on one finger, which I stupidly thought was so cool. "I'm already getting yo' ring customized and shit."

"Shut up, Cemone." I laughed, heating up on the inside at the thought. He wasn't smiling or smirking, so maybe he was serious.

"Aight. Just be ready, and don't say I didn't try to give yo' ass a heads up." He gave me a look. "But I'm dead ass serious about you being stuck with me, Yolani. I'm gon' make you happy, give you everything you fucking desire. All I ask is you stay put. 'Cause I'll retire and ride out on every nigga in yo' face before I let you go."

"I believe you, and I don't know if that's good or bad."

"You should believe me, because I'm not fucking around. You think I'm gon' let the next nigga be happy with the love of my life?"

"No, that wouldn't make too much sense, I guess."

"Exactly." He pecked me. "Got a surprise for you."

"I love surprises." I grinned and bounced in my seat a little as he stood up and took his shirt off to reveal a white bandaged area, the material typically used to cover tattoos. "What is it?"

"Peel it off, love." He tittered a bit.

Standing, I went and gently peeled back the sizable white gauze and tape to see a picture of my face.

"Oh my gosh!" I jumped back. The artist was talented as hell because it looked just like me. "I can't believe you got this! And they did so good!"

Turning to face me, he said, "Better had, or you would've seen me on the news and that tattoo shop shot the fuck up."

I tossed my head to laugh, despite Cemone being stale faced.

"I love it. I'm so surprised." I hugged his torso gently as he dipped down to capture my mouth with his. "I'm gonna get something for you too."

"Put my face on yo' ass."

"Cemone, no. I want something cute." When he jerked his neck back, I cackled. "No, of course you're cute. I mean where the tattoo is and what it is."

"Mm."

"Let me get a picture." I stepped back and turned him around so I could take a photo of it.

I admired it for a minute before locking my phone and kissing him again.

"I'm about to clean up." He walked toward the door, so I ran to him, jumping onto his back with his assistance so he could carry me upstairs and to the master bathroom.

We both stripped down and stepped inside, kissing a little bit before I cooed, using his words, "Let me have some fun," while dropping down to my knees.

"Fuck, Yolani." He watched me as I started to suck on the tip.

Cemone had the most perfect looking dick I'd ever witnessed, and it fit with the fineness that he possessed. It was long, thick, no discoloration, and always clean.

I watched him toss his head back, moaning a little bit before he focused back down on me, gripping my hair tightly. For the next few moments, I sucked him off sloppily until completion.

" S hit, girl," Nelly said as she stood up. "The internet is going crazy."

"I know." I kept it short since I was currently getting my makeup done.

I'd gone through with getting a tattoo of Cemone's name right under my ass cheek along with his jersey number under the opposite cheek. I posted a somewhat inconspicuous photo of us, well mainly his hand grabbing a handful of my ass in a very short, backless dress. The tattoo was on full display in it, and along with the three million likes and half a million comments, the photo had been everywhere. My father had been blowing me up, but I'd yet to answer.

"I'm about to go handle your errands and be back by the time the photo shoot is done. Cool?" Nelly rubbed my shoulder.

"Okay, perfect. We can get dinner and drinks after."

"Yes, so you can finally tell me about the umm… event."

"Bye, Nelly." I snickered.

She kept calling sex with Cemone the event , and since I'd gotten back to LA, she'd been asking about how it was. Telling her it was really good wasn't enough; she wanted details. She claimed I owed her since Cemone was one of her hall pass niggas, and now that I'd been with him, he had to be crossed off.

Nelly left me and the makeup artist to our lonesome. She was quiet and professional, so far, which I preferred as I handled some business on my phone.

"I hate to be like this, but I love you and your music." She broke the silence.

"Thank you." I simpered. "What's your favorite album?"

"Girl, I can't pick. All of them I like but for different reasons." She patted the beauty blender into my skin.

"I will take that answer too." I giggled.

She was quiet again then exhaled.

"Since I'm such a huge fan and I got this opportunity, I feel like it would be fake for me not to tell you that I sucked Cemone's dick once."

I knew it was coming before she even got halfway through that sentence.

"Wow."

"Yeah. He never linked up or paid me any mind afterward when I would see him at an event and stuff, so it was just once. But I just felt the need to tell you so you wouldn't think I was trying to be sneaky."

Moving her hand away from my face so she could stop applying the makeup, I said, "For starters, this is a job and a professional setting, so there was no need for you to start telling me all of your secrets. We're not friends, and you're never gonna be my permanent makeup artist, so let's not pretend you told me to be honest. You wanted to ruffle my feathers, bitch. But you can't.

"You can't ever get me upset by telling me a nigga I fuck with sent you home with nut around your mouth and nothing else. Talk to me when he's paying your fucking bills, giving you startup money, and setting you up in the hills. Then I would possibly give a fuck. You're dismissed." I shoved her tools off the vanity table, sending it crashing to the floor. "Oh, and bragging about sucking a nigga's dick is bird behavior if you didn't know."

"Yolani, no, I was?—"

"Get your shit off the floor before I catch a case."

Sometimes I wished I wasn't rich and famous so I could put the paws on anyone when I felt the need. But I knew this bitch would lawyer up before nightfall and have a quick come up off of me. I refused to pay for the downpayment on her new home simply because she wanted to share her ho tales.

The artist hurriedly shoved her things into the metal case and rushed out, me closing the door on her, clipping her Achilles' tendon.

Going to look in the mirror, I saw my face was half done, so I washed everything off in the bathroom within the dressing room and applied some moisturizer as well as primer to just do the shit myself. I hated when I had to use the makeup artists on set, which rarely happened, because it was how you ended up with bitches like the one I'd just thrown out. My permanent makeup artist had just given birth and couldn't get back to work until next week.

As I organized the stuff I had on hand in my makeup bag, which I always brought when I had someone new doing my makeup, the door came open. Whipping my head in the direction of it, thinking I was going to have to curse that bitch out and possibly put hands on her, I relaxed, seeing him.

"It's just me, baby." Cemone half smiled, clutching a big bouquet of roses and a gift bag. "I ain't gon' let shit happen to you," he half joked the way he always did whenever he unintentionally scared me.

"Whatever." I giggled, coming his way so we could share a kiss, well a few. "Thank you." I beamed, taking the beautiful floral arrangement and inhaling it. The red was so vibrant, and by the count, I knew this cost a lot of money.

"Always." He took in the room before following behind me to where I was doing my makeup.

I set the roses to the side, then opened the gift bag and gift to see a nice ass Audemar Piguet. My jaw fell at how expensive I knew this was, before I felt Cemone's lips against my jaw as he removed it for me and clasped it around my wrist.

"How much was this?"

"Not enough."

"Thank you, baby." I damn near whimpered, admiring it on my wrist for a bit.

"Why you doing yo' own shit?" He sat down in the chair beside me as I stood at the vanity.

"Because the bitch I had doing my makeup thought it was wise to tell me she gave you head once and never again." I turned my lip up as I fixed my brows. Her logic was flawed. At the most, I wouldn't have said shit until after I completed the job and got paid. And that's if I decided to say anything at all.

"She probably lying."

"She's probably not, knowing you." I looked to my right, raising a brow. "You know how you got down before me."

"Before you are the key words."

I chuckled, continuing to do my makeup, but I could feel Cemone watching me intently.

"What?"

"Nothing." He shook his head, stroking his beard as he studied me. "You just beautiful, love. I'm enjoying watching you do ya thang."

"Thanks." I tried not to blush, but it was to no avail.

He stood up, coming behind me and gently gracing my hips with his hands. "You upset?" He looked into my eyes through the mirror as I worked on my face.

"About?"

"What she said? The makeup bitch."

"No. Long as she wasn't coming in here talking about fucking you recently, I couldn't care less."

"Hmm," he leaned down some and kissed my neck, "you fucked me recently?"

"Cemone, no. I have to get dressed and then go take pictures," I whined as his hands drifted to the front of my body, going under my lounge dress.

"A quick one. We got a mirror right here. We should take advantage of it." He started to tug on my panties while sucking on my neck.

I was a victim to his touch, because the more he kissed and caressed on me, the less logic I had.

"Very quick, Cemone, because when I have too many orgasms, I can't walk steady."

"Who complains about multiple orgasms?"

"Not me, usually, but I need to be able to stand and pose." I turned to face him, and he helped me up onto the vanity. "This way because you cum faster in this position," I told him.

"I do?" He brought me to the edge, pushing my dress up and taking off my thong.

"Yes." I spread my legs, bringing my knees back. Cemone watched every movement, lips parted in awe.

It was true, and I noticed it was because he was able to see more than when in doggy style.

Removing himself from his Gucci joggers, he was already rock hard as he pushed inside of me. I bit down on my lip as I did my best to accommodate his size. We'd been fucking like rabbits, but it still took me some getting used to.

"Fuck, you may be right." He groaned, gripping my hips as he stared down between my legs, watching himself disappear inside of me repeatedly and come out glistening.

He plunged deeper, causing me to whimper and move, but Cemone brought me right back down, shaking his head at me as he bit his lip, telling me not to move again. He pumped a little faster, and I clutched the edge of the vanity, already feeling that I was about to cum. While I was so focused on him cumming quickly, I forgot this position gave him direct access to my G spot.

"Mmm, wait," I called out, not wanting to release this soon because he wasn't done yet, and that meant I was in for two more, possibly three and would have jelly for legs. He was pounding my spot at the perfect pace, and I felt my legs giving out, knees digging into the mirror as my clit tingled.

"Nah, move, Yolani." He pushed my hand away. "Fuck." He sucked on my inner thigh while stroking me, and I was done at that point, trembling some as I rained down on him. "I be wanting to take my time, love, but damn."

"Fuck, Cemone!" I cried as he resumed beating it up, fingers digging into my hips before he started to tongue me down.

"I know, baby. Just one more. Shit, got damn you was fucking right." He growled sexily against my lips before pulling back to watch his work.

Licking his lips, he hammered me, yanking another orgasm from my body that was so volatile my walls gripped his dick tightly, making him cum inside of me.

We'd been using the pull-out method this whole time. I'd explained he couldn't finish inside of me until I had a ring, and I didn't care how many times he'd claimed to be getting one customized; it wasn't on my finger yet, so he had to pull out. Sure, I had his name tatted, but that was an easy cover up.

We stayed in position kissing for a bit as he slowly moved in and out of me.

"Cemone," I whispered, not wanting him to get hard again and start up another session. He'd done that before, and I didn't know it was possible for a man to do until him. He said he didn't know it either until he met me.

"Pussy so good a nigga don't wanna come up out of it." He looked down again before sliding out slowly.

He helped clean me up since my legs weren't worth shit. I had to ask the PA on set for an extra ten minutes to be added to my dressing time to give myself time to recoup. While I got myself together, Cemone did the same, then put in a delivery order from the pharmacy for a Plan B.

Half an hour later, I was good enough to go. My legs weren't at their normal steadiness but enough for me to start the shoot for the magazine.

"It'll be here in about fifteen minutes," he said, referring to the Plan B, once the woman who'd dressed me had left the room.

"Okay." I strutted, making sure I looked good in this strange ass but revealing dress.

As I walked by Cemone, he brought me closer to him by my thighs, making me stand between his legs as he sat planted on the couch.

"You so fucking fine… fuck." He caressed the backs of my thighs gently. I loved how attracted to me he was. As I turned away, he smacked my ass, squeezing it a little bit and making me chuckle. "That shit fat. The pussy good, tasty too. You not going nowhere, Yolani." He stood up behind me. "Yo' nigga on you tough." He tugged my head back by my hair and kissed me.

I loved when he did that.

"I love you," I said against his mouth.

"Hurry up so I can taste that." He let my hair go and patted my ass.

For the next few hours, I posed for the photo shoot, having a nice lunch in between. Cemone stayed the whole time, making it feel much less like work than it was. He watched me take pictures with that same look of absentminded admiration he always had, boosting my confidence.

We could barely make it through the door of his house before he had his head between my legs, though, so I would have to have dinner and drinks with Nelly tomorrow night.