Post by Sweet Meat aka CC on Jul 2, 2006 22:27:28 GMT -5
The next morning when Chingy and I were escorted into an unmarked location by his bodyguard and long-time friend, Big Country, for the photoshoot he was assigned to do for Dubs magazine, we were greeted by 2Pac “Temptations” that was literally blasting throughout the large warehouse.
Once we were inside, I noticed about 10-12 scantily-clad models either chatting amongst each other, dancing to the music, or having their make-up applied. I ain’t gotta tell you that I began to feel a slight bit on-edge because even though Chingy and I were talking about what kind of photoshoot this was going to be with 3 luxury cars being involved, he failed to mention that half-naked models would also be a part of the shoot.
However, he appeared to not be phased by it although Big Country damn-near needed a bib the way he was staring at the females. "Got damn, nigga! I know you’re gonna enjoy this!" He proceeded to look over at Chingy with a big grin plastered on his face.
"Oh really?," I snapped while placing my hand on my hip as I looked up at his big ass before glaring over at Chingy who placed his arm around my waist.
"C’mon, nigga. Cut that shit out," he smirked while trying not to grin back. He then nodded his head down to me while giving Big Country the "shut the hell up" look.
Big Country’s response was to smirk back at him before they both burst into laughter.
I was about to say something until we were approached by the photo editor and one of the journalists for the magazine. After they introduced themselves to us, they left with Chingy so they could introduce him to the models he’d be posing with.
I found an empty couch nearby that I went and took a seat in. I watched Chingy closely as the hoochies grinned all up in his face and whatnot. I even noticed that during one point of their introductions, he turned around to see where I had went off to. When he and I made eye contact, he faintly smiled before glancing back at one of the models in particular. They both proceeded to look over at me while he nodded his head. That’s when the tramp had the audacity to screw her face up at me before looking at him again.
No that bitch didn’t! She took a hold of his hand and kept talking even though I’m pretty sure he had told her who I was. That’s when I stood up to go ask that trick if she had a problem until I saw Chingy quickly approaching me while answering his phone. I stood with my arms folded while waiting on him to reach me.
"What’s wrong with you?" he smirked while putting his phone away after we were standing mere inches from one another.
"Oh, am I not supposed to get a lil’ salty when I saw the shit that ho ova there pulled just a minute ago?" I snapped.
"Look, don’t start that shit. Aight?," he huffed with a roll of his eyes as he tried to take a hold of my hand. "C’mon with me so I can change."
"So now I’M the one startin’ shit when it’s obvious that SHE was?!" I quickly backed away from him while pointing in the direction of the females.
Instead of saying anything, he walked up to me and forcefully took my hand as we began to walk to a room in the far corner with Big Country following behind us as he talked on his phone. Right after reaching the door to the room, Chingy told him that we’d be out in a few minutes.
"Look, lemme tell you somethin’, Neka," he stated while wearing a pissed off look. "I’m not gonna go through this today. We agreed last night that there wasn’t gonna be anymore of this bullshit drama when it comes to me havin’ to interact with otha females."
After giving him a blank stare, I spoke. "Well excuse me if I’m still afraid of losin’ you." I then held my head downward so I wouldn’t have to look at him staring at me.
I know that I could fuck up my relationship with Chingy at anytime, but I couldn’t let him know that past fears of being rejected because of what I didn’t look or dress like were resurfacing thanks to my last "real" relationship with an a$$hole who eventually began to cheat on me.
As I continued to lean my back up against the door, Chingy came up to me placing one of his hands on the door next to my head while he used his other one to gently caress the side of my face until I took it into both of mine and kissed the inside of it.
"Neka, we cannot keep doin’ this. Why is it so hard for you to trust me?" he sighed while placing his forehead up against mine.
Before answering him, I thought back to something that happened between us a few years ago:
"You ol' weak ass punk!" I proceeded to kick and hit at him before trying to make a run for it, but I wasn't fast enough because he grabbed me by my lower legs causing me to stumble forward even though he caught me before I could hit the floor.
"C'mere!", he laughed as he pulled me back towards him and turned me around. We stared at each other for several seconds as he held me close; then without any warning from either of us, we started kissing as if our lives depended on it.
In no time flat, we ended up across my bed in the darkness of my bedroom even though the streetlight right outside of my window peeked in through my blinds. After some more kissing and feeling each other up, Chingy pulled away for a moment to look down at me before speaking. "Do you trust me as a friend?", he faintly smiled.
"Yeah, I guess that I still do. Why?"
"Because...I wouldn't do shit to hurt you or make you lose your trust in me."
"I know.", I faintly smiled while looking up at him. "But I want you to promise me that things won't change between us as far as our friendship is concerned."
"I promise.", he winked before lowering his mouth down onto mine again before letting it travel up and down both sides of my neck and throat while his hands took on a mind of their own under my sweatshirt.
"Neka?"
"I don’t know", I sniffed as a few tears rolled down my face. “But God knows I love and want to trust you.”
"You can and you will," he whispered before he brushed his lips against mine. However, the light kisses we were sharing through my tears soon turned into passionate ones until there was a loud bang on the door.
"Man, they waitin’ on you! Hurry up!" Big Country was acting like he was the one who had to take the photos.
Chingy rolled his eyes before answering. "Aight, nigga! Damn!" He and I proceeded to look at one another while chuckling.
"I guess you’d betta hurry up and change." I was about to turn around to open the door to leave when he quickly stopped me.
"Hol' up. I almost forgot to tell you that was ma on the phone. She said that if we weren't busy, she wanted us to come ova there for supper tonight. Is that coo' with you?"
I faintly smiled and leaned over to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "Yeah, that's fine. See ya in a lil' bit." With that, I proceeded to open the door and told Big Country I was going outside for a minute to make a phone call.
As soon as I stepped out into the muggy atmosphere, I hesitantly pulled my phone from the clip on my purse and began to slowly dial a number as I took a series of deep breaths.
"Dr. Whitford's office. How may we help you?," a female voice pleasantly asked.
For several seconds, I stood motionless and was about to hang up until I heard the receptionist saying hello. "Um...yes. I was calling to see if I could make an appointment with Dr. Whitford as soon as possible?"
From there, the receptionist took my information as I would be taken on as a new patient and scheduled me to see Dr. Whitford in a week although in the back of my mind, I was hoping that I could see her on YESTERDAY. At this point, besides constantly praying to God that he could help me, I felt like Dr. Whitford was the only other one who could help as well.
After ending this call, I made another one to my godmother to let her know that I had finally made up my mind to go see this doctor that she had been telling me about for the longest since she had been going through something similar years ago.
Once we were inside, I noticed about 10-12 scantily-clad models either chatting amongst each other, dancing to the music, or having their make-up applied. I ain’t gotta tell you that I began to feel a slight bit on-edge because even though Chingy and I were talking about what kind of photoshoot this was going to be with 3 luxury cars being involved, he failed to mention that half-naked models would also be a part of the shoot.
However, he appeared to not be phased by it although Big Country damn-near needed a bib the way he was staring at the females. "Got damn, nigga! I know you’re gonna enjoy this!" He proceeded to look over at Chingy with a big grin plastered on his face.
"Oh really?," I snapped while placing my hand on my hip as I looked up at his big ass before glaring over at Chingy who placed his arm around my waist.
"C’mon, nigga. Cut that shit out," he smirked while trying not to grin back. He then nodded his head down to me while giving Big Country the "shut the hell up" look.
Big Country’s response was to smirk back at him before they both burst into laughter.
I was about to say something until we were approached by the photo editor and one of the journalists for the magazine. After they introduced themselves to us, they left with Chingy so they could introduce him to the models he’d be posing with.
I found an empty couch nearby that I went and took a seat in. I watched Chingy closely as the hoochies grinned all up in his face and whatnot. I even noticed that during one point of their introductions, he turned around to see where I had went off to. When he and I made eye contact, he faintly smiled before glancing back at one of the models in particular. They both proceeded to look over at me while he nodded his head. That’s when the tramp had the audacity to screw her face up at me before looking at him again.
No that bitch didn’t! She took a hold of his hand and kept talking even though I’m pretty sure he had told her who I was. That’s when I stood up to go ask that trick if she had a problem until I saw Chingy quickly approaching me while answering his phone. I stood with my arms folded while waiting on him to reach me.
"What’s wrong with you?" he smirked while putting his phone away after we were standing mere inches from one another.
"Oh, am I not supposed to get a lil’ salty when I saw the shit that ho ova there pulled just a minute ago?" I snapped.
"Look, don’t start that shit. Aight?," he huffed with a roll of his eyes as he tried to take a hold of my hand. "C’mon with me so I can change."
"So now I’M the one startin’ shit when it’s obvious that SHE was?!" I quickly backed away from him while pointing in the direction of the females.
Instead of saying anything, he walked up to me and forcefully took my hand as we began to walk to a room in the far corner with Big Country following behind us as he talked on his phone. Right after reaching the door to the room, Chingy told him that we’d be out in a few minutes.
"Look, lemme tell you somethin’, Neka," he stated while wearing a pissed off look. "I’m not gonna go through this today. We agreed last night that there wasn’t gonna be anymore of this bullshit drama when it comes to me havin’ to interact with otha females."
After giving him a blank stare, I spoke. "Well excuse me if I’m still afraid of losin’ you." I then held my head downward so I wouldn’t have to look at him staring at me.
I know that I could fuck up my relationship with Chingy at anytime, but I couldn’t let him know that past fears of being rejected because of what I didn’t look or dress like were resurfacing thanks to my last "real" relationship with an a$$hole who eventually began to cheat on me.
As I continued to lean my back up against the door, Chingy came up to me placing one of his hands on the door next to my head while he used his other one to gently caress the side of my face until I took it into both of mine and kissed the inside of it.
"Neka, we cannot keep doin’ this. Why is it so hard for you to trust me?" he sighed while placing his forehead up against mine.
Before answering him, I thought back to something that happened between us a few years ago:
"You ol' weak ass punk!" I proceeded to kick and hit at him before trying to make a run for it, but I wasn't fast enough because he grabbed me by my lower legs causing me to stumble forward even though he caught me before I could hit the floor.
"C'mere!", he laughed as he pulled me back towards him and turned me around. We stared at each other for several seconds as he held me close; then without any warning from either of us, we started kissing as if our lives depended on it.
In no time flat, we ended up across my bed in the darkness of my bedroom even though the streetlight right outside of my window peeked in through my blinds. After some more kissing and feeling each other up, Chingy pulled away for a moment to look down at me before speaking. "Do you trust me as a friend?", he faintly smiled.
"Yeah, I guess that I still do. Why?"
"Because...I wouldn't do shit to hurt you or make you lose your trust in me."
"I know.", I faintly smiled while looking up at him. "But I want you to promise me that things won't change between us as far as our friendship is concerned."
"I promise.", he winked before lowering his mouth down onto mine again before letting it travel up and down both sides of my neck and throat while his hands took on a mind of their own under my sweatshirt.
"Neka?"
"I don’t know", I sniffed as a few tears rolled down my face. “But God knows I love and want to trust you.”
"You can and you will," he whispered before he brushed his lips against mine. However, the light kisses we were sharing through my tears soon turned into passionate ones until there was a loud bang on the door.
"Man, they waitin’ on you! Hurry up!" Big Country was acting like he was the one who had to take the photos.
Chingy rolled his eyes before answering. "Aight, nigga! Damn!" He and I proceeded to look at one another while chuckling.
"I guess you’d betta hurry up and change." I was about to turn around to open the door to leave when he quickly stopped me.
"Hol' up. I almost forgot to tell you that was ma on the phone. She said that if we weren't busy, she wanted us to come ova there for supper tonight. Is that coo' with you?"
I faintly smiled and leaned over to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "Yeah, that's fine. See ya in a lil' bit." With that, I proceeded to open the door and told Big Country I was going outside for a minute to make a phone call.
As soon as I stepped out into the muggy atmosphere, I hesitantly pulled my phone from the clip on my purse and began to slowly dial a number as I took a series of deep breaths.
"Dr. Whitford's office. How may we help you?," a female voice pleasantly asked.
For several seconds, I stood motionless and was about to hang up until I heard the receptionist saying hello. "Um...yes. I was calling to see if I could make an appointment with Dr. Whitford as soon as possible?"
From there, the receptionist took my information as I would be taken on as a new patient and scheduled me to see Dr. Whitford in a week although in the back of my mind, I was hoping that I could see her on YESTERDAY. At this point, besides constantly praying to God that he could help me, I felt like Dr. Whitford was the only other one who could help as well.
After ending this call, I made another one to my godmother to let her know that I had finally made up my mind to go see this doctor that she had been telling me about for the longest since she had been going through something similar years ago.
[glow=yellow,1,200]***Part 2 Comin' Soon***[/glow]
