Rhythm's Blues

by Kimberly Brown

“I’m not a selfish lover. I know how to get me off. My job is to make sure you leave satisfied. This ain’t my first rodeo, baby. I handle pussy, very well, I might add. You don’t have to do shit but take this dick.”

This is a man rn. This is a real man talk fr omg

I pulled her to the edge of the bed. She pulled her fingers from her wetness and spread her essence on her nipples.

Insane

“Good girl,” I praised her. “You taking this dick so well. Play with this pussy for me.”

Omg

Parked behind my G-Wagon was Raheem’s Audi. The door opened, and he stepped out. Walking around the front, he leaned against it and crossed his arms.

Omgggggg

“How did you find me?” I asked. “There’s a tracker on your car. I can always find you, Rhythm.”

Wtf bro

That night lived rent free in my head. She gave me some of the best pussy I’d ever sampled, and I hadn’t seen her since.

I was waiting to see if Lady Lingo would be with him since she’d been to every other session we had. Much to my surprise, he was solo.

Shocker

“Ain’t shit. Ready for this listening party. I low-key wanna drop this album a little early.”

Oop amd Rhythm will be there

“I appreciate that, big dawg. Shit been rough lately. Me and my lady ain’t been seeing eye to eye. The label is trying to push me and Imani together. Just a lot of shit been on my head.”

He chuckled. “Nah. It ain’t like that. I mean… it was something like that, but it wasn’t serious, you know what I mean?”

Bro wtf dog

Just from his vague statement, I gathered that he’d either fucked her or they shared some sort of intimacy. It definitely wasn’t innocent, but that wasn’t my business.

“Well, Nique, you don’t come back for another week, and I’m lonely. Why can’t I get a puppy? Look how cute this one is!”

Faith bc she can be Koda's mom

My eyes scanned the crowd for Raheem. I found him in a corner talking to Imani and looking around suspiciously like he wasn’t trying to get caught by Rhythm. Imani didn’t look happy at all. He seemed like he was trying to calm her down to avoid making a scene. I watched as he leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Her face seemed to soften.

Here he fucking go

My eyes scanned the crowd for Raheem. I found him in a corner talking to Imani and looking around suspiciously like he wasn’t trying to get caught by Rhythm. Imani didn’t look happy at all. He seemed like he was trying to calm her down to avoid making a scene. I watched as he leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Her face seemed to soften.

Bruh wtf

“This ain’t over, Rhythm!” Raheem called. “We ain’t over by a long shot.”

Weirdo ass nigga

“Dr. Baker, meet my grandson Channing.” My eyes widened as I looked up into the face of the very man I said I was going to avoid. He smirked as he realized who I was. Fuck. Me.

Knew it

He was fucking up royally with her, though. He could keep at it though. The more he fucked up, the easier it would be to take his woman right from under him.

YUPPPPP SO DO IT

“You realize that you don’t have to accept the versions of people who no longer align with who you are, right? People change and grow at different paces. Sometimes you outgrow them, even if you love them. Don’t get so comfortable having people in your life that you don’t know when it’s time to remove them.”

So true

I’m not the type of nigga that waits for somebody to tell me I can have something. If I want it, I get it. So yo’ nigga is just gon’ have to take his L in good stride ’cause I want you.”

He ateeeeee

“Please… tell me what I’m doing.” “Chasing after a nigga that clearly wants to be elsewhere.” “Let me guess, elsewhere is with you?” She smirked. “Elsewhere has been with me.”

Oh brother

The Rhythm from a few months ago might have bought this act, but this Rhythm was disgusted with him. I wanted so badly to embarrass us both, but I kept my composure and plastered a fake smile on my face.

Bro he's sick

Imani hauled off and slapped him before storming off stage.

Damn

I should have gone with my first mind when pictures of him and Imani first began appearing online.

Yuppppp

I didn’t feel bad for either of them. Karma was a bitch, and I had a feeling she wasn’t done with Raheem.

Yup we love karma

Fans were eating him up. They called him stupid for cheating on Rhythm with Imani. Imani was beautiful, but she couldn’t hold a candle to Rhythm.

“Nah, she loves me. I just gotta give her some time. Imani didn’t mean shit to me.”

Fucking fool

“What’s funny?” “The fact that he called you about me and I’m sitting here with you.”

I was just counting down the moments until somebody went running their mouth to him about us. The feeling in my gut told me that it was going to be soon.

Nobody was gonna check me about a single woman.

According to the messages, they’d been messing around for at least a year now.

WOWWWWWWW

She had pictures of him at her house and his, pictures of them in his car, gifts he’d bought her, and all types of shit.

She’d been pregnant six months ago and lost it. When I saw that, I could admit I felt hurt and anger. Part of me wanted to unblock him just so I could curse him the fuck out.

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG

You got her pregnant, Raheem! You were out here fucking that girl raw and coming home to me. You sat up in my face telling me lies and making me feel like I was tripping, when really, you are just an ain’t shit ass nigga.”

EXACTLY.

“He fucked up your car pretty bad. He was trying to get into the building, but the guys got to him in time.”

Omggggg

“You fuckin’ my girl, nigga?” he asked, seething in anger. I crossed my hands at my waist. “Nah, I’m fuckin’ mine.”

LMFSOAOAAOAOAOAOAOAOOOAOAOA

“I can see that fool trying to confront you, too, at some point.”

And he has the tracker on her car

I love you, but you’ve been fucking boring me. I thought Imani might have lit a fire under your ass to finally get with the program.”

Wtf bro

All the women I loved most seemed to love her, and I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

“To my beautiful wife… damn I’m lucky to have you.”