Chapter Sixteen
It was the weekend of the boat trip and Hazel was excited, being that she had never been on a boat before. Hazel hadn’t heard from Millie since she had seen her a week before when they had spent time with each other. Hazel, along with GiGi, Rah, Toya, and Seven rode in the back of the limo on their way up I-75. Everyone was drinking champagne except for Seven; he just sat back and observed and got pleasure out of everyone else having fun. He looked at GiGi and then back at Hazel. He had to admit, although GiGi was supposed to be the next big thing in the modeling world, Hazel was more attractive on that day in his eyes. The all-white sundress that Hazel wore hugged her waist flawlessly as the bottom half bloomed out and since she hadn’t been using drugs six months her eyes were brighter and she had a certain glow about her. Damn, Hazel looks good when she’s cleaned up, Seven thought. The diamond necklace that he bought for her that hung around her neck shined perfectly in the light. Hazel saw Seven looking at her necklace and she winked at him, like she was saying “thank you” without anybody hearing her. Seven grinned and quickly looked away so GiGi wouldn’t catch on. GiGi noticed the necklace too and she was obviously being fake when she gently picked it off her chest and asked, “This is pretty, Hazel. Who got this for you?” GiGi was waiting for her to say Seven’s name so she could wild out on him right then and there.
“My daddy,” she whispered proudly as she grinned and looked into Seven’s eyes. It made Seven smile also, because he knew that she was referring to him rather than Apple. At that exact moment something happened. . . magic. He knew that Hazel was a little more than a friend. GiGi followed Hazel’s eyes and looked over at Seven, but he had already looked away just in time for her not to notice.
“Oh, your daddy, huh?” she stated skeptically as she rolled her eyes, sat back, and crossed her arms.
“We’re here,” Rah said, easing up the tension in the air as the limo exited off the highway and pulled onto the loading deck that was right off the exit. A group of beautiful women wearing skimpy swimsuits and designer shades stood on the deck, waiting to board the yacht along with some of Hassan’s Haitian goons. Everyone’s attention in the limo turned to the beautiful, luxurious yacht that sat on the water.
“Damn, that’s so pretty,” Hazel said as she looked on in awe.
“My nigga Hassan does it big,” Seven said, assuring them that they were dealing with a millionaire. They all stepped out of the limo wearing their finest threads. Seven had on white linen shorts, no drawers on of course, with a collared, all-white Gucci shirt. His Caesar haircut was lined perfectly, giving him a neat, schoolboy look. To top it off, his cocaine-white Gucci shoes matched perfectly with his attire. A platinum chain hung down to his mid-section as it sparkled against the bright sun. Needless to say . . . he was fly. It was not intentional, but Hazel’s sundress matched Seven’s hook up exactly and her hair was neatly pulled back, letting her smooth baby hair rest along the edges. The Dolce & Gabbana shades that she picked up while shopping with Seven had white trim and made her feel like a diva. Seven grabbed her hand to help her out of the car and he did the same for GiGi. GiGi was fuming inside, feeling something going on in between Seven and Hazel. She smacked her lips loudly as she stepped out, letting Seven know she didn’t appreciate him helping Hazel out of the car before her.
“Don’t start any shit, G. We came here to have good time,” Seven whispered kindly as he threw his arm around her waist and pecked her on the forehead with a soft kiss. Rah and his lady friend got out of the car and the headed toward the loading deck. Hassan was on the yacht looking down at everyone while shirtless. His hair was clipped up and had body and bounce like a model straight out of a shampoo commercial. He ran his fingers through his hair and smiled when he saw Seven and company approaching. Hassan had a bottle of Ace of Spade in his hand and he chugged away as if it weren’t a $900 bottle of champagne. Natasha, his head Russian madam, was rubbing sunscreen on his back as he stood there. Natasha’s body was immaculate to say the least. She was slim, tall, and had jet-white blond hair; it looked as if it were pure snow. Her Burberry thong bikini left nothing to the imagination and her perky titties hung freely because she didn’t wear a top, hating tan lines. Her dark pink nipples stuck straight out like missiles and were at least an inch long. Her six-inch stilettos added to her already tall figure.
“Seven, my friend!” he yelled as he spread his arms out. Seven threw his arms up and returned the smile. “Come on up!” Hassan yelled as he gulped down another swallow of the champagne. The group of people who were talking and standing around parted, making a lane so Seven and his entourage could enter.
Hazel looked up at the big boat and couldn’t believe her eyes. She never experienced anything so luxurious her whole life. In the short time that she had been around Seven, he had exposed her to new cities, new experiences, and a new outlook on life. She climbed the stairs that led to the boat. The sounds of Prince’s “Diamonds and Pearls” were playing on the boat as they reached the hardwood, glossy deck. Hassan approached them with smiles while Natasha had a hand full of drinks, handing each of them one.
“Glad you could make it,” Hassan said as he walked up and embraced Seven. “And what do we have here?” he said as he looked at the ladies. Seven turned to them and answered.
“This is GiGi, Hazel, Toya, and of course you know Rah,” Seven said as he went down the line introducing everyone. Hassan greeted each lady with a smooth kiss on the hand and when he got to Hazel, he was instantly attracted.
“You look familiar,” Hassan mentioned as he never let go of Hazel’s hand. Hazel blushed, knowing that Hassan was slightly flirting with her. Hassan didn’t know, but he was looking into the eyes of one of his old client’s daughter.
“That’s because she’s Apple’s daughter,” Seven said, interrupting the awkward moment of silence.
“Oh, I see it now. You have the same mark on your face as your father,” Hassan said while touching the small apple birthmark under her eye. “Your father was a very good friend of mine. He used to always talk about you when he came to visit me. Shall we?’ Hassan said as he stuck out his arm, hoping that Hazel would clutch on; she did. Everyone followed Hassan onto the top deck where more half-naked women were dancing to the music. The other goons boarded the ship and the party began. It was a day that was set to be beautiful as they were going to travel up and down the coast partying. Nevertheless, when something is supposed to be nice . . . it never stays that way.
Millie slowly bobbed up and down on Mouse’s shaft as he sat back, naked, while smoking a weed-filled blunt, blowing smoke circles as SportsCenter played on the screen. He looked at Millie’s slim, chocolate body and almost forgot that she was a dopefiend. Her pretty face, full lips, and abnormally fat vagina had him wondering why she let a potentially beautiful life go to waste at the hands of an addition. He could see her being wifey material to a hustler of his status, but her addiction put her at the bottom of the totem pole as far as women went in his eyes. There was something about Millie’s confidence and her bluntness that attracted Mouse. Millie always seemed to be in charge no matter what the situation. Mouse loved that about her. Too bad she on that shit, he thought as he began to pump, cramming his hard pole down her throat. Millie didn’t gag once.
“Damn, ma,” he crooned as she began to play with his sack while giving him a performance that would put Karrine Stephens to shame. He couldn’t take it anymore; he put down his blunt and his toes began to curl. He plunged into her mouth, releasing a walnut-sized glob of his fluids into the back of her throat.
“Uhmm,” Millie moaned while she swallowed everything he had to offer. Millie proceeded to suck him bone-dry while she never stopped playing with his sack. She was trying to give him everything he deserved for the two packs of dope and the hundred-dollar bill he had given her. Although Mouse had caught an orgasm, he was still rock hard and ready for more. He had snorted a couple of lines of cocaine just before they started, so it gave him the ability to stay erect longer. Mouse grabbed the condom on the nightstand and quickly slid it on his shaft, letting Millie know he wasn’t done yet. Veins were poking out of his tool and his tip was blush red and he stroked himself after putting the protection on correctly. Millie smiled, knowing that she was about to get served right. She loved dealing with Mouse because he always came correct.
Millie licked the tips of her fingers and slowly began to play with her already drenched love box, slipping two fingers inside herself and letting her thumb tease her clitoris simultaneously. She straddled Mouse and her juices began to drip on his inner thigh as he began to play with her small breast. Millie positioned herself as she grabbed Mouse’s pole and directed it into her love box, causing a big slurping noise to sound throughout the room.
“Ooh,” she crooned as she slowly began to ride him. She reached behind and played with his sack while moving her body like a snake. Mouse’s eyes were fixated on her pink insides and erect clitoris. He spread her lips so he could get a better view. Millie slowly rode him, digging deep and moaning in pleasure. Millie always gave her best when dealing with Mouse because she knew that the better the sex, the more dope she could squeeze out of him. Millie honestly didn’t know if the thought of shooting the dope in her veins got her wet or the actual sex itself. She began to speed up, knowing that the quicker he busted, the quicker she could get into her “dopefiend lean.”
“Damn, nigga. That feels so good,” she whispered as she began to speed up, feeling an explosive orgasm coming. Millie was a squirter, so all of her juices leaked onto Mouse as they shot from her vagina like a small faucet. That sight alone made Mouse get hornier as he began to reach his own climax. Mouse’s body jerked and Millie quickly jumped off of him, knowing that she had done her job. Mouse’s body shook briefly and his toes cracked as he tried to sit up but ended up landing flat on his back in the middle of the queen-sized bed at the Holiday Inn. Mouse was addicted to Millie’s sexual performances that she had been giving him frequently. Her sex was the best he had ever had and he never expected that coming from an addict. His mind instantly began to think about her girl, Hazel. He wondered if she was as good as Millie.
“What was li’l mama name that you was with awhile back? With the fat ass. She gets down?” Mouse asked, referring to tricking for money or dope.
“You talking about Hazel? No, that’s my baby! She’s off-limits, Mouse. She green to the game anyway. She doesn’t even get high anymore. She is off-limits, you hear me?” Millie said with a stern tone, being overprotective of Hazel as she grabbed a towel and dried off her inner thighs. She then reached for her pack of Newports and pulled one out, placing it between her middle and index fingers, lighting it, and taking a deep pull.
“Okay, okay,” Mouse half laughed as he propped up on his elbows, knowing that he hit a nerve by asking Millie that. “I was just saying,” he said as he watched Millie get up and head to the bathroom. Her petite ass made him think about round two and the gap in between her legs gave him nice view of her hanging vagina as she disappeared into the bathroom.
“Anyway, she so far up that nigga Seven’s ass . . . she ain’t trying to fuck nothing but him,” Millie yelled while she cleaned up. Mouse couldn’t believe his ears. He sat up at the sound of Seven’s name and a light bulb popped up in his head.
“Seven?” he asked, playing dumb and trying to get more information out of her.
“Yeah, this nigga from the north side. She’s living with him now. He’s helping her out and she got her shit together and quit doing drugs.”
“Word? That’s his girl a’ something?” he asked, growing more interested by the second.
“Naw, she just a friend, I guess. The nigga trying to play Superman and keep her clean,” Millie said as she got into the shower.
Mouse had a bitter taste in his mouth about Seven because of him shorting the brick of Lady Luck awhile back. Seven had also cut him off and his drug operation had suffered because of it. The dope connect that he had currently was more expensive and a lower grade of quality. He promised himself that when he could get Seven back, he would. The golden door of opportunity presented itself to him and he was about to walk through it with pistols.
“She lives with him, huh? Do you know where the spot is?” Mouse said as he sat up and smiled. He was willing to give Millie as much dope as she wanted for the valuable information. He was about to show Seven that shorting him was the worst move he could ever make.
Bottles of champagne flowed into flute glasses and eventually into the stomachs of everyone on the yacht, except Seven’s; he was just enjoying the scenery. He sat back and observed the spacious dance floor while slowing bobbing his head to latest R and B hit. He watched as Hazel danced with Hassan, flowing angelically as Hassan guided her movements. Her dress blossomed at the bottom as Hassan spun her around while they laughed together. GiGi danced with one of Hassan’s goons on the other side of the floor since Seven had turned her down earlier. Seven never danced, he would always just sat back and watch like only a gangster would. He sipped on a glass of water and raised his glass to Rah who was slow grinding on his date. Seven focused back on Hassan and Hazel and noticed how he held Hazel close and he began to thrust his hips to her like a Latin dancer. Seven got heated, but didn’t let it show. GiGi periodically would glance over at Seven, hoping that he would get jealous and cut in, but he never did. His attention was on Hazel and the look on Hazel’s face made him become more attracted to her by the second. She was smiling and she seemed like she was having a great time. That alone made Seven grow a small smirk. The current song ended and the sounds of Jackson 5’s “I’ll Be There” sounded through the speakers. The melodic tune was familiar to everyone in attendance and gasps and claps erupted, everyone remembering the late King of Pop.
“This is my song,” Hazel yelled as she threw both of her hands in the air and snapped them while swaying back and forth, temporarily closing her eyes, immersing herself into the classic song. She looked over at Seven and saw him smirking and it was as if she read his mind. Whatever he was feeling at that exact moment, she felt the same thing. She told Hassan that she would finish dancing with him later and turned in the direction of Seven. Hassan put his hands on his chest in disappointment and smiled.
“You’re leaving me, sweetheart? You’re breaking my heart,” he said jokingly as he grabbed a glass of champagne from the bypassing waitress. “I have to dock the boat anyway. Our stop is coming up,” Hassan said, referring to the small dock stop a few miles away.
Hazel made her way over to Seven and never once did they break eye contact, both of them smiling while gazing into each other’s eyes. Hazel slowly approached Seven and grabbed both of his hands, pulling him up to his feet
“Uh-uh, ma. You know better,” Seven said while smiling. “I don’t dance.”
“Please, Seven. This is my song,” Hazel begged as she began to pout her lips and gave him her puppy dog eyes. Seven smiled and shook his head as they both began to chuckle. He reluctantly let her lead him to the dance floor. Rah looked at Hazel leading Seven onto the dance floor and couldn’t believe that she had gotten him to slow dance.
“Aw shit! Seven ’bout to cut a rug!” Rah acknowledged as he laughed and continued to dance with his date.
“Chill out,” Seven mumbled while shaking his head and grinning as Hazel led him to the middle of the floor. Hazel wrapped her hands around Seven’s neck and looked up at him. Seven didn’t do too much dancing; he just swayed back and forth while looking back down at her.
“Thank you for bringing me here. I never seen anything like this,” Hazel admitted.
“It’s beautiful, right?” Seven smoothly added with his signature low, even baritone.
“Yeah, it is. I have something to tell you, Seven.”
“What’s that, Miss Hazel Brown?” Seven said as he looked at Hazel and leaned in close to her, grinning. He wanted to kiss her, but he immediately thought about GiGi who was only a few yards away from them dancing, not even paying attention to their intimate encounter. Seven stepped back away from Hazel and looked over at GiGi who was now looking at them. She placed her hands on her hips and strutted toward them.
“Oh shit. Here she goes,” Rah said as he smiled and joked with Seven. Rah already knew how GiGi could act sometimes. He had witness her wild out on Seven plenty of times and he knew something was about to pop off, and he had a front row seat to the show GiGi was about to put on.
“Damn,” Seven whispered under his breath and he dropped his head and shook it from side to side, knowing that GiGi was about to act a straight fool.
“What the fuck is all this?” GiGi asked as she stepped in between them, facing Seven, with her hip cocked to the side while resting her right hand on it.
“Chill. It ain’t even like that, G,” Seven said, trying to calm her down. He put both of his hands in front of himself trying to get GiGi to fall back.
“Fuck that! You all in this bitch face cheesing and shit!” she said as she snapped her neck trying to emphasize her point.
“Who you calling a bitch?” Hazel said as she grabbed GiGi by her shoulder, spinning her around. “I ain’t the one! I got your bitch all right,” Hazel retorted as she quickly took off her earrings in one swift motion. Before GiGi could respond, Seven pulled her back and told Hazel calmly to leave. Everyone began to look at the brewing fiasco and was waiting for something to happen. It seemed like everyone had stopped dancing and all eyes were on them at that point.
“Let me handle this, Hazel,” Seven exclaimed.
“You better control your bitch then. I’m five seconds off that ass, please believe me!” Hazel said, ready to give GiGi what she had been asking for . . . an ass whooping. GiGi mugged Hazel until Hazel eventually smacked her lips and followed Seven’s request, not wanting to ruin the night.
“Look, G. You got to stop tripping. I told you before: me and her are not like that. She is like my family.”
“Fuck that family shit. She want to fuck you, and the way you acting, you want to fuck her too,” GiGi said, getting more upset as she thought about Seven dancing with Hazel and not her, after she practically begged him for thirty minutes straight only to get turned down.
“Fuck that supposed to mean?” Seven asked, not making any facial expression. He was calm, cool, and collected, which only made GiGi more irate.
“Fuck you and that bitch. I’ma end up quitting yo’ ass over that dopehead ho. Watch!”
That was all Seven needed to hear. He was about tired of GiGi anyway. The boat was approaching the dock and he saw Hassan at the top steering the yacht, shirtless, with a bottle in his hand, and got a great idea.
“You know what, you right. I’m tripping, G,” Seven said. GiGi smiled, thinking that she had Seven wrapped around her finger.
“Yo’, let’s go over here and talk,” Seven suggested as he grabbed GiGi’s hand and guided her over to the ledge. As GiGi walked over, thinking that Seven was about to baby her, he did the complete opposite. He scooped her up and tossed her out of the boat, causing everyone to burst out into laughter. They were only a few feet away from the dock so he knew that the water eventually would get shallow and she wouldn’t drown. He knew GiGi was a great swimmer, so he didn’t feel bad at all for tossing her overboard. Just for good measure he grabbed a life jacket and tossed it overboard right along with her ass.
“Aghhh!” she yelled as fell butt first into the water. She doggy paddled and couldn’t believe what had just happened. Seven had done it so fast, she never saw it coming.
“Have a nice life, ma!” Seven said while laughing, not being able to contain himself. It was one of the funniest things he had ever seen.
“I hate you!’ GiGi yelled after she spit water from her mouth and floated. She was more embarrassed than anything. Everyone rushed over to the ledge, including Hazel, and laughed at her as she doggy paddled toward the dock.
“Catch a cab home!” Seven yelled as he went into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash and let it rain into the water. He looked back at Hassan who was watching from the top, laughing his ass off, almost rolling on the floor. “Yo’, let’s stop at the next dock!” Seven yelled up, wanting to leave GiGi there alone with the tourists and dockworkers.
“No problem, my friend,” Hassan said as he began to turn the boat. GiGi finally got to the dock and the dockworkers helped her get on the boardwalk. She immediately threw up her middle finger and was steaming mad. Seven then grabbed Hazel and gave her a short, wet kiss, only aggravating GiGi that much more as she watched. The yacht drifted off, leaving her feeling dumb and alone. Everyone on the boat held up their drinks, agitating GiGi even more.
A chill went up Hazel’s body as Seven’s lips touched hers. He gave her a feeling that no man had ever given her. She knew at that moment she wanted no one else but him. He looked into her eyes and gently rubbed her lower cheek with his the back of his hand. Without saying anything, he said so much . . . Seven was falling for her.