A Love Story 2 Read online

  Chapter 1

  “Jamal... you think you're so bad. You think that your talents cannot be duplicated; that you're such a professional; that your aura is so awesome- and that's not true. Women can fake orgasms you know...”

  Jamal sighed and looked at the man as if he was inferior. He smirked and shook his head.

  “When will you ever learn? Men can fake a whole life!”

  The man smirked back at Jamal's antics. He had been doing time with the young player for the past 5 years, and had learned something new from him every single day. Jamal never ceased to amaze him.

  “You are truly something else Jamal... Fake a whole life! Have you ever done that before? Fake a life?”

  Jamal leaned on the edge of the table in the prison recreation yard while he pondered the old man's questions. It came across as a brainteaser, but with fewer options and ways to answer it. He thought about the person that Richie had begged him to become; the square... The person that Richie had requested... advised... and all but convinced him that he could turn into successfully.

  But no matter who Richie had attempted to turn him into; that person would never be him.

  He watched a couple of inmates argue over a card game. Their argument provided the final songs on the soundtrack to his five year horror movie. Prison... He'd thought about killing himself before the police officers came to get him on that horrible day five years ago. His thought had been so powerful that he'd even fired a bullet at the idea- but not at himself.

  He couldn't bring himself to do such a thing when he had a young son that was depending on him for direction in life and a wife that was depending on him for her every waking moment of happiness. He'd ended up throwing the pistol in the gutter, lying down on the ground and turning himself in.

  It had turned out to be a blessing.The evidence was not strong enough for him to be tried for murder. They ended up offering him a 6 year plea deal for involuntary manslaughter that he happily signed. His thought that he would do the time, and get back out to Mya and Lil Richie, his family. But things had gone drastically wrong.

  In year three, Mya had left him in there to rot.

  The same person that he had gone all the way back to Pittsburgh to satisfy for the final time, had dissatisfied him to the max. When it happened, he thought that she'd done him the ultimate disservice, the greatest form of deceit. His own wife had turned her back on him when he was in the midst of turmoil.

  Jamal, let's just wait until you get out of prison so that we can see where we stand.

  I'm so sorry Jamal... I tried... I honestly did. I put my life on hold for three years straight... I lived the life of a nun- of a vacant body... I can't continue to do this and remain sane. I have to leave.

  Jamal, please don't get angry at me. If we are meant to be, we will have each other.You know how much I love you, but now it is time to love me.This is so hard! I love you so much! You know that I love you! I do!

  It was at that particular visitation that Jamal had taken his bag of potato chips and mashed the contents into Mya's hair. He had been livid.

  Of all of the things he'd sacrificed for that woman... The material items that he'd given up just so he could have the normal life that Richie preached to him about. The solid life that he was reaching for and trying to hold onto with an iron grip had melted.

  So when he looked back at the old man to answer his question, he smiled. But it was a smile of anger and bitterness. A mirror of false contents plastered across his teeth. His smile showed life and his teeth showed death. He was pissed, and there was no other way he could express how he was feeling about the question that the old man had asked him.

  “Listen old school... for one... I'm a muthafuckin' player. I'm the last of a dying breed. I don't take no shit, play no shit or save no bitch! I tried my best to do the right thing in life, I tried to listen to my brother and take his advice on being a stand up man and I had my heart cut out of my body and crushed as a consequence. Never again will I put my trust in a broad. My love will remain with my son, and myself. Other than that, I'm about to be the coldest negro that Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania has ever seen.

  You see... I said to you that men can fake a whole life, but that doesn't mean that they're good at faking whole lives. I'm the cream of the crop. What were you driving 7 years ago? Wait, don't answer that. It doesn't matter, because it wasn't a Rolls Royce! I am that dude for real! When they let me out of prison tomorrow, I'm going to go from the bottom of the dumpster to the king of the hill in no time. You see... I know what the fuck I'm doing when it comes to women. The way that I maneuver the strings on a woman's body is unparalleled. No one is making a woman bust ten times in 5 minutes. Plus, I’ve been gone from the free world for 5 years!

  You know what that means old school?” Jamal paused for a second; making sure that he had the man's attention.

  “What does it mean young buck?”

  “It means that I've been pulling on my dick for 5 years straight. This shit is untampered with; muthafuckin brand new! I'm talking about... women that were only 16 years old when I was out are now 21 years old and legal! I got five new generations to manipulate and control now! See, my ex-wife did this to me! I wanted to change; I swear... But what I want you to do is watch me work! Watch me climb to the top and rule in any realm I decide to put my hand in.

  As long as there are women in need of their Vitamin Os, I will always have the capsules available.”

  The recreation officer blew the whistle, signaling the rec yard's closing. The older gentleman extended his hand to Jamal and grasped his. He pulled Jamal in for a hug and patted him on the back.

  “Young buck, you all right! You've always been like a son to me; so when you get out there, I want you to be careful. I don't want you getting caught back up in this bullshit! This prison shit is for the birds! I know I won't see you again for at least a couple of years, so go ahead and stack your money up like you said you was going to do! I'll be in desperate need of some money when I touch down!”

  Jamal laughed at the old man and shook his head. “You're going to be in desperate need of some Viagra too! Your ass gon be 58 years old when you get out. You knew better than to sell that shit to an undercover officer.”

  The two men shared one final laugh. “Aight Jamal, you take care man. When do they have you leaving? In the morning before the chow hall opens?”

  Jamal stared at the darkening night sky, at the stars that had penetrated the pitch and shown its teeth. He was impressed, mainly because for 5 years, he hadn't been able to focus on any of the beautiful elements of nature. He was only focused on what he'd thrown away by being a sucker for love. He smiled at the sky while he responded to the old man.

  “Nah bro... they have me leaving out of their prison system at midnight. So in four hours I can start my quest for world domination! I'm telling you old school, there is no one out there that can fuck with me! My knowledge is superior!”

  Chapter 2

  “Mya! Over here!”

  “Over here Mya! Pose for me!”

  “One picture Mya! Please!”

  “Mya, are the rumors true? The one about you and Slick Ice? Are you two an item?”

  Mya's bodyguard pulled her through the crowd of camera lens. His huge arms protected and guided her as if she was a fragile child on a roller coaster. She relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of safety all the way to the limo. Right before she was getting in, she heard something that startled her.

  “Mya! Is it true that your child's father is getting released from prison tonight? Do you think he's going to be angry because of you moving on to Slick Ice while he was in prison?”

  Mya tried to stare into the direction of the question, but she was blinded by a collection of camera flashes. She thought b
ack to when she was with Jamal, back to when her orgasms were plentiful, but her record sales suffered. Back then, she was happy. But she'd had to sacrifice her calling in life in order to maintain that happiness. She thought about the monumental changes that had occurred since she had last dealt with Jamal.

  The thing that stood out the most was that she was five years more mature now. She was no longer a female that could be controlled like power steering, and gamed at will. She had learned so much about her mind and body that once it all settled in, she couldn't believe that she had made it to adulthood without having such knowledge. The only thing that she really missed from Jamal was the orgasms he delivered.

  They were always guaranteed.

  He was a perfectionist; actually one of the rare few men in the world who took pride in his performance on a consistent basis. It was his dedication to her pleasure that had her mind clouded to begin with, and she had finally figured out a way to make a safe landing back into reality.

  She was back to being the celebrity that she was born to be. She was back to being a rockstar. An icon. A symbol.

  $...

  Her cash flow had quintupled and her outlook on life had strengthened. She no longer looked for a man to complete her. She was no longer sprung over the man who'd seized her virginity in such a perfect manner. She was a woman now...

  As the bodyguard slammed the limo door, she couldn't help but to deal with the instant rush of questions that demanded answers.

  The questions that the paparazzi didn't ask held the strongest demand for answers.

  How was she going to explain to him why she had completely cut off all contact with him? What would be her explanation for why she stopped bringing his son to see him? How would she tell him that she had gotten full custody of Lil Richie from Lisa Lee without letting him know? How was she going to stay clear of Jamal and his potential antics?

  As the limo driver made his way through the crowd, she thought more about it, remembering some advice that she'd received from Lisa Lee.

  “That nigga is a nothing! He will never be shit! See, women like you and me... we're major! We're famous! We have become something in life. That nigga is nothing but a deadbeat; and he will always be one of those. Those 5 years he's doing in prison are well deserved, and when he gets out, he'll deserve even more.

  Bitch, dump that nigga like last year's garbage, and get you a new trash can!When you finish, I'll sign this child over to you. Not because I dislike my child, but because I hate Jamal more than I love him. I know you can't understand what I mean by this... But if I had a pistol in my hand, I'd show you!”

  Mya sighed as she concentrated on the things that Lisa Lee told her. As deep as her love for Jamal once flowed, she was sad to say that it was no longer there. She felt as if she had everything that life had to offer; and it all came in large deposits!

  Chapter 3

  When Jamal's foot hit the pavement, it was like a power surge erupted from the concrete and took over his body. He was free! After five long years of being caged up, his animal instincts were still intact. He leaned back in to pay the cab driver with an electrifying smile on his face. When he placed the money in the driver's hand, he paused.

  “I have never seen a female cab driver before. The world has really changed.”

  The woman smiled as her hands attempted to close around the money. But due to the way Jamal was holding the money, she ended up closing her hand around his fingers. She shuddered.

  “I... your... hands are really soft... I... I only work as a cab driver because the economy is ruined.”

  Jamal listened to her without saying a word. His silence made her more nervous and she made another attempt to pull the money away.

  This time he released it.

  “Please excuse me ma'am...” He said as he got out of the cab and closed the door. He stood at her window as he continued.

  “I truly didn't mean any disrespect. It's just that... It's been so long since I've had the pleasure of being around a woman. And it's been twice that amount of time since I've been around a woman with the looks that you possess...”

  The woman had on a headscarf with grease stains in it. Her skin was dark and dry. Her eyebrows hadn't been done in 9 months…She needed a makeover.

  The labor pains of her life had collected and created a montage on her face. Her lips were chapped due to the chilled weather; and she didn't even think about it until Jamal made her smile. She caught herself immediately.

  “Uhmm... sir, thank you for the compliments, but I'm sure you're going to meet many women that look ten times better than me. Trust me, I am flattered that you think of me that way. Perhaps, you're just horny. You should wait until you find someone worthy...”

  Jamal stretched his arms straight into the air, showing off his newly toned body. He had done push-ups and pull-ups everyday while in prison and was feeling like a walking work of art. He was chiseled. Literally, his abs were so defined that they looked as if they had been drawn with an ink pen. They were sharp.

  The cab driver admired the way the chocolate specimen looked through his thin t-shirt. The way his lower body stood out against his jogging pants made her drool with curiosity.

  Jamal stared at her a little while longer. They were downtown Pittsburgh at 1 o'clock in the morning. The traffic was extremely light and Jamal's presence was extremely heavy.

  The more he stared at her, the more nervous she became. She didn't feel at all comfortable about her appearance. But instead of her thinking of it as problematic, Jamal's staring was starting to make her forget all about her imperfections for the night. It was as if his eyes were her eraser and his smile her Photoshop, his presence was her auto-correct.

  She was starting to feel beautiful. She was curious about this man who she'd just picked up from outside of the prison. When he first got in the cab with her, he was reading her an address from a piece of paper, but it seemed as though he'd changed his address mid-statement when he realized that she was a female. She thought nothing of it when it happened, but as she continued to mirror Jamal's gaze, she began to feel as though she'd been set up.

  And she liked it.

  “Okayyyyyyy. Damn boy. You know you fine don't you? This is crazy...” She shook her head in amazement and closed her eyes for a brief second.

  When she opened them, Jamal was leaning into the window with one of the most seductive looks on his face that she had ever witnessed.

  “O.K., so what now?” Jamal asked slowly, carefully and comfortably. His demeanor was even calmer than it was before he went to prison. Patience had glazed him; given him a sheen like Krispy Kreme, but with no holes in his flow. His mind was more advanced, his tactics stronger, his energy level on a zillion; and with two zillion things to do.

  He was sure to be tired.

  But he would do more than the average man, on any average night. He had vowed to never suffer again; to never let himself down. To come back bigger and better. To be better than the biggest he could be, because the bigger the situation was, the better the fee.

  But he had to grind. No brake pads.

  He had to position himself like the start of a track meet and run like the sound of the A/C. He had to blow.

  He had to be colder than the boldest and in control of his woman. Ike Turner.

  Not the Ike that beat his lady, but the Ike that keeps her paying. He knew when Mya left him in prison to rot, that he would never be the same again. He knew back when Lisa Lee disrespected him, that if he received that disrespect once more, he would snap.

  “Boy... damn... tell me what you want from me!”

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  The paid parking area was enclosed by three buildings and contained no cameras. Being that it was well past midnight, there wasn't any security. The parking lot was typically designed for daytime business activities in downtown Pittsburgh.

  But Jamal's business came when his clients did.

  He had her in the backseat of the cab; her face pressed against th
e center console, her neck between the two seats.

  His arm gripped her right arm and held it behind her back so that she couldn't move. His jogging pants were off, no boxers were relevant; but he had to keep his shoes on for grip.

  The type of dude that Jamal was, he wanted to be able to have traction for whatever the sexual position morphed into. He was a perfectionist. He'd taken an HIV test in prison and it came back negative. He knew that he should have been protecting himself against the disease for the rest of his life. He knew this.

  But, he also knew that he needed to get paid and he didn't want to take any chances. Leaving the condom off would make the penetration more raw, more savage…more potent.

  He glanced at himself and smiled. He was bigger than he was in the past. He was in better shape, and his penis was practically brand new.