“I’ma love you until I die, Lo,” he responded. It wasn’t a lie. It would never be a lie. No matter who came into his life, she would never lose her value. Lauren was his family. Charlie had proven today that he was a casual choice for her. She had her options open. Demi couldn’t turn his back on a woman who had been a constant in his life for one who considered other men over him.
“Then what is going on with you?” she asked.
“It’s nothing. On life, it’s nothing,” he answered. On life. It was the one thing he based promises on when he wanted others to believe him because he knew how valuable life was. He had learned the hard way when a nigga he had beef with had put a bullet in his back. It had taken him three months to open his eyes. Lauren had given birth to his son while he was in a coma, and when he finally came to, she had demanded he exit the streets, or she would take his son and leave. He and Day started the LLC for their record label a day after he came to. He had never really turned away from the street, he had simply elevated, cleaning real street money with fake rappers who wanted to pretend to live the life he did for real. The record label was enough to make Lauren stay. It was a comfortable lie that helped cover his dangerous truth. Demi was an entrepreneur, not a made nigga. At least that’s the story he let Lauren tell because anyone who knew the rules of the game knew that there was never an exit, never a clean break. Demi just learned to hide it. He couldn’t say he didn’t love her. He did. Her standard had saved him, had forced him to grow up. Yeah, he loved Lauren. Charlie had his attention. He had tried to revoke it, normally in anger. Demi was off it, impatient with women who defied him, but somehow, she got him to move in ways he never had before. Even still, Lauren was his family. Charlie was young and she had proved she was about the games. He wouldn’t and couldn’t abandon the woman who had been at his side from day one. His guilt was between them like a witness in the room.
“I ain’t gon’ miss another practice, a’ight? That’ll ease your mind?”
She nodded. “For starters.”
Demi had never been a have your cake and eat it too type of man, but in that moment, he knew he wouldn’t leave his wife. He couldn’t guarantee that he would let Charlie go either. She had sparked an interest that he couldn’t shake. He didn’t know if itwas her vibrancy or if it was just her ability to make him not give a fuck, but Demi fucked with Charlie the long way. He had never put himself in a position to indulge in multiple women, but Charlie was young, and she was wild... free... she wasn’t allowing him to lock her down. She didn’t even act like she wanted to be his. To risk his entire life to have this new thing with Charlie was foolish. He knew it was. As he inhaled the familiar scents of the home Lauren had made him, he told himself he wouldn’t abandon it... or her.
I got to put the brakes on Bird,he said to himself.I got to keep it real friendly over there. I got too much to lose.
Demi laid in bed, heart empty, head full. He preferred to process things in that way. With his head and not his heart. Logic overruled emotion and he was okay with that. Lauren laid beside him, the silhouette of her body beneath the white sheets was brilliant. She slept peacefully but Demi was wide awake. He held his phone in one hand, mindlessly thumbing through his timeline, praying that social media took away his real-life problems. It only led him back to them, however, because he found himself on her page. Her page simply read.
Let a real nigga live.
Stubborn. Demi was a stubborn-ass nigga. He fought an entire war in his soul to stop himself from smirking. He didn’t want to be amused by it, but he was entertained. It was the whole doe-eyed, golden skin, golden locs vibe for him. Charlie caused hell for him just by existing. Her eyes captured him as he clicked on the first picture. She was the oddest girl. Most women wore the least, did the most, to grab attention but Charlie literally just threw shit on and shined. She never matched, her shit wasalways wrinkled, and her little chicken legs didn’t have no meat on the bone, but damn if Demi didn’t want to suck the bone dry. Even now, even when he was mad, the fucking blonde pineapple on top of her head, and her smoldering eyes made his dick hard. The little green light that glowed next to her name invited him to her DM.
Silent treatment was a punishment with Charlie. Icing her out was torturing him more than her it seemed. If her pictures were any indication, she wasn’t thinking about him. Unwilling to extend the first form of communication and trying to honor the promise he’d made to Lauren, he left without sending a message. He clicked on her story and her voice hit his air pods. Charlie sang everything. She hummed all the time. Old nursery rhymes, radio joints, sometimes when people got on her nerves and she was trying to stop herself from snapping on them. She spoke in song and her entire story was an impromptu musical, something about the grocery store not having ripe avocados. She had made the grocery story her stage. She fucking warmed him. He hated it.
On my fucking nerves, man.
His thoughts were lies. He knew it. She was on his heart. An uncontrollable desire. He ran the story video back five times before frustration pulled him from the bed.
“Fucking girl,” she grumbled, leaving the room, phone in hand, as he went to take a piss. He hated how his dick reacted at the thought of her. Heavy in hand, he relieved himself then washed his hands before making his way to the family room. When he saw the message icon appear in the upper right-hand corner of his page he opened it.
TheCharlieShow
Her name fit her because he was tuned the fuck in. The video she dropped in his inbox made his dick go brick. Her pretty yellow fingers on her pretty pink button. Demi sat up on the couch as energy coursed through his veins.
Goddamn,he thought.
Charlie fingered herself for him, focusing on her clit, playing in that pussy so deep that Demi licked his bottom lip.
Pretty mu’fucka.
His head was in the gutter. Whatever loyalties he had just professed went out the window.
“I know you want me, babe,” she said. He did. “Rub your dick, Demi.”
Demi didn’t, but he was locked in on the screen. If she kept playing with him, he was coming to bust it down. Mad or not. He had a condition and Charlie was the cause and the cure. Charlie pushed into herself. Her middle and ring finger disappeared while her thumb circled the wettest clit he’d ever seen. Her labia was brown and shiny from her silky juices and that little button that was growing by the second was pink. Charlie had a pink Starburst between her legs and Demi was dying to eat it. Before he knew it, he was rubbing his dick through his hoop shorts.
“I miss you. I know you’re mad at me but I like mad sex, babe. I’m so fucking wet for you, Demitrius,” she moaned. The little pink vibrator that came into frame made Demi tighten his ass cheeks as he leaned back on the couch. With his hand around himself, he stroked as she placed it to her clit. She bucked as the little toy went to work, obliterating her button, buzzing on it, as she rubbed it all over her sex.
His thumb circled the head of his dick. Charlie had him on some other shit with her young antics. His blood was racing.
“Fuck, Demi baby, I’m cumming. I wish I was on that dick, Demi. Come give it to me,” Charlie moaned. “God, I need it. Unnn… Demi!” She screamed as she caught her wave. The way her pussy contracted in the camera and her wetness glistened as it poured, Demi was pulled in. So hard he couldn’t stop his hand from pumping his flesh as he clicked out of the app and FaceTimed her.
“I want you,” she said as soon as she answered. “Look how wet she is.”
Demi lost his mind. “You playing, Bird,” he whispered. “Look what you got a nigga over here doing. Childish shit. I want to be in that pussy and you got niggas at your crib.”
Demi showed Charlie his dick and she moaned. “Keep doing that,” she said. “Baby, stroke it. God, Demi, I’m going to cum again. Just from hearing your voice.”
“Fucking playing,” he throated. Demi hadn’t beat off in years. Lauren fucked him on the regular. He didn’t have to, but damn it if this young-ass girl didn’t have him out here like a fucking lovesick teenager.
“Let me see, Demi,” Charlie ordered. He shifted the camera and Charlie moaned. “Demi, I’m right there. I’m so close. Take me there, babe. Fuckkk, Demi, I need youuuu.”
