Rhythm's Blues

by Kimberly Brown

Raheem Cole, professionally known as Prince Cole, was a worldwide superstar to others, but to me, he was simply Raheem.

“Rhythm Baker. How the hell you doing, girl?” While I could never forget him, I was surprised he’d remembered me. We hadn’t seen each other in about eight years.

I blushed. Truth be told, I’d always had a little crush on Raheem. I just never thought he’d be interested in a girl like me.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do,” he said softly. “What’s that?” “This.” Leaning in, he kissed me sweetly. I was slightly shocked that it was happening. For a moment, I stood frozen, unable to believe that my childhood crush was kissing me. When I finally snapped out of it, I didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.

Omgggg

Fuck that. I may not be seen but claim me.

Real

“A’ight, a’ight. So is there anybody special in your life? The ladies are listening.” Again, Raheem chuckled. “I’m just chillin’ and doing me.”

WOWWWWW

I loved Raheem, but he was changing.

Around two, the door opened, and Prince Cole walked in along with Lady Lingo at his side.

Omg

I noticed he called her by her government name and wondered if there was something more between them than being on the same label. Everybody either called her Lady or Lady Lingo. That wasn’t my business, though.

Oop

“Can it wait?” she asked through gritted teeth. Something told me that whatever the problem was, it wasn’t new. “Nah, it can’t,” he answered, standing.

“I’m sure it’s his little girlfriend. Some people have no respect for your craft.” “Hmm,” was all I gave her.

I made it a point to shoot an email to his management to speak with him about his professionalism.

Plucking it from my pocket, I saw it was Shavonn, the woman I dealt with from time to time. Smirking, I answered the phone.

“Isn’t it? Imagine all of this good pussy juice going to waste.” I licked my lips. Shavonn definitely had some good ass pussy. My dick got hard just thinking about that tight, wet, fat muthafucka.

OMG LMFAOOOO

I was simply cool with chilling by myself until my rib showed herself in my life.

Period

She could be a five to the world and a ten to me. As long as I was attracted to her mind, body, and soul, that was all that mattered. I wanted her to be kind-hearted, loving, respectful, and loyal. And she had to love Koda because my baby wasn’t going anywhere.

Then, there was him… sitting on the couch, with Imani blowing him a shotgun. She grinned and gave him a seductive look as she gazed down at him.

Oh hell no

Have your fun, but you don’t want me to start having mine.”

TEAAAA

I made it to The Baker Method in record time.

About to be tea

When my eyes landed on the beauty tightly gripping my shirt, I was slightly taken aback. I hadn’t seen a woman this damn fine in a long time.

She was thick, just the way I liked them. Baby had that Coke bottle figure; full titties, slim waist, round hips, and ass that went on for days.

Tea

I might have to start bringing Grams to therapy if this was the caliber of doctors servicing her.

LMFAOOOO

The bitch was only gone an hour, and Jodeci was in the fucking desert crying in leather about her ass.”

“I’m not fucking with that girl, Rhythm!” “Then you already have!” He looked at me with angry eyes. He didn’t confirm it, but he didn’t deny it either.

As I took a sip from mine, I caught sight of two beautiful women coming into VIP. A smile spread across my face as I recognized one of them. Dr. Baker.

“My grams always said some things are meant to be a part of your history, but not your destiny.”

I didn’t get her this go ’round, but if I ran into her again, maybe the third time would be a charm.

I continued to talk to Channing for a bit. When he started flirting with me, I kept a cool head, but inside, I was sweating bullets.

“Why you looking at me like that, ma?” I swallowed hard. “Looking at you like what?” “You know what I’m talking about. Ask for it… I might let you have it.”

“You know, Channing was giving those dawg vibes. I can see him hitting that nasty neck roll. Imagine if that man put you on his shoulders.”

Yet, there was something about him and this girl that just rubbed me the wrong way.

When he used to come see me before we started dating, he did everything in his power to make sure that I was comfortable and not overwhelmed with the parameters of his success.

“I still can’t believe he asked you that shit. The Raheem we grew up with was humble. I don’t know who the fuck he is now.”

“Well, at least I’ll be there with you.” “Right, at least you’ll be—wait, what?” “I’m moving. I was planning to surprise you. That was one of the main reasons I was coming out here.

Omg yayyyy

“My bad, big dawg. I got some shit going on at home that I’m trying to fix—” Imani scoffed as she threw him a glare.

Omggggg

The shit pissed me off. Why deny it and still continue doing shit to feed the narrative?

My hair was blown out and feather curled, framing my face with a middle part. I’d forgone a full face of makeup, opting for only mascara, a little eyeshadow, and some lip gloss.

Ugh I love this

“All right, now! You got the thigh meat out. Titties sitting up. The face card is super valid. Where are you, and who are you with?”

This is so funny

There was this one man that kept looking at me from across the room. He was beginning to make me uncomfortable. Just as the feeling set in, he made it worse by finally making his way over to me and inviting himself into my section.

Ugh ew

“I’m trying to get to know you, love…” He slid a hand across my thigh. “You so fucking sexy.”

Gross as fuck

Before he could finish his sentence, he was being snatched up by a tall figure. I looked up to see Channing.

Love it

“Let me get Hennessy on the rocks,” Channing said. “And whatever the lady wants.” “I’ll have a Lemon Drop.”

My kind of gifrl

“Listen, baby. If I take you outta here, I’m not being gentle about shit. You’ll be thoroughly fucked.” “Is that a promise?” She smirked as she slipped out of my arms and grabbed my hand. I led her through the crowd and out of the lounge.

They are crazy... I love every bit of it

She was brown skinned with a killer set of hazel eyes and a plump set of lips.

dress. I wondered where else she had ink, and if it was somewhere I could see while I was hitting her from the back.

Crazy work

The entire elevator ride, she stood with her ass planted against me, even though there was ample space in the empty elevator.

Get it girl

She had no idea the type of back shots I was about to deliver to her pretty ass tonight.

This is crazy

Remnants of the Lemon Drops she’d been consuming all night lingered behind.

I gave it a hefty squeeze before giving it a firm slap. “Shit,” I mumbled.

Woowee bay

“It’s just… I haven’t been with another man in years, okay?